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nitewrighter · 1 year

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The Knight of Frost Part 3

Been a lot of gloomy weather in my state, got me thinking about... them...

CW for the Corpse Horse and also stabbing, and also an avalanche and claustrophobia, and also ice mummies, which are kind of like bog mummies, but for ice. Did you guys know several of the Franklin Expedition got mummified purely by the dry freezing conditions of the arctic? And did you know the mummy of one of those mummies, John Torrington, inspired Iron Maiden’s “Stranger in a Strange Land?” Because holy shit. Anyways, all research I do for my fics is relevant at all times.

Part 1, Part 2

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She knew she sounded mad when she tried to explain it to Cole. A figure in skeletal armor on a horse patched by corpses. And as she had spoken the words, she could feel them cringing back in her throat. They had already said this place gave them to strange thoughts and dreams, why should this case be any different from the rest of the party’s? Cole had simply said, “We’ll discuss it when we break camp,” and went back to sleep. Mercy curled into her bedroll and pushed herself back into a shallow and fitful sleep, more for her body than her mind.

They woke, broke fast, and broke camp only two hours later. The entire party was silent. They hadn’t seen anything. She knew they hadn’t seen anything, but it nagged at her. She was that pine in a dry place again, needs not being met, able to carry on, just a little bit angry. But it was the lack of eye-contact from Cole and Bayless that irked her more and more.

"I know what I saw," she said, unprompted as they loaded their bedrolls and other camp supplies onto the cart

"I didn't say anything," said Cole.

"You don't believe me," said Mercy.

"I just think, strange armored figure on a corpse horse or no, the best thing we can do is keep moving."

"Out of its territory," Baptiste agreed.

"Weren't you the one saying 'believing in this shit is to invite it?'" Cole's head swung to Baptiste.

"I said knowing the thing is to invite it, and I'm not saying you invited it by having Miss Goatsrue tell the story, however the fact that it showed up only after the story was told--"

"Indicates the story may well have put it in our heads! Which, I'll admit: My bad. But the mules are spooked enough, we can't be spooked too!"

Bayless just shot the three of them a dark look as he tried to get the mules hitched to the cart again. Mercy huffed and shouldered her pack. She exchanged a glance with Baptiste as he fingered the knife at his belt a bit longer and more thoughtfully than usual, and the two of them both gave a glance to Cole, who was fussing with the hang of his cloak for maximum warmth while still maintaining the freedom of this arms. There was Cole's 'belief,' which essentially boiled down to 'I'm agreeing with you to keep the peace but I've run into more than my fair share of superstitious locals in my travels,' and then there was Baptiste's belief—something she could feel him keeping as close and quiet and secret to him as the knife on his belt, dearly hoping he wouldn't have to draw it, for to draw it was to draw trouble. And of course there was Bayless, who in all likelihood misliked the idea of her coming in the first place but was keeping his mouth shut about it. Their party went silent again, with considerable more tension now. It was hard for Mercy not to feel foolish. The only woman—the hysterical woman--the thought of her presence drawing this pall on the group sickened her. She was better than this. And yet...

She thought back to the the figure on the hill, their nearly skeletal armor, their dark and steady stare. The party’s trek was taking them, once again, up a long, steady incline, with thankfully fewer switchbacks, until they once again crested to a snowy steppe dotted with boulders. The physical demands of the journey itself kept the party in an uneasy agreement of silence. No one wanted to discuss what had been seen further, and there was a weary sense of dread hanging over all of them, a question of, ‘If Mercy had really seen something, what could be done to stop it?’

“How does one expect to do anything against the long-dead and consigned to legend?”

That voice Mercy had overheard at the public house what seemed like ages back sent a shudder down her spine as they finally continued on their journey. She tried not to think about the armored figure (sometimes her mind slipped and called it a ‘knight’) as they went on, and instead committed herself to memorizing the list of herbs and other medicines she would need once they reached the capital by heart. Yarrow, she thought, her stomach tense as she noted there were no birds in the sky, no grasses stubbornly poking through the stone, Betony, hyssop, mandragora, wormwood, leeches, if I can get them.. if they could survive the journey... poor things.

The sun hung low and cool and white in the great bowl of the sky as they continued on across the uplands. She tried to remember last time news from the capital reached their valley--most of the time the capital didn’t bother sending criers out unless the king was dead or there was a war. The former had happened when she was just a little girl living in her old mountain village, and the latter had happened when she was just a little baby. “They took your grandfather, father, and elder brother” her grandmother had told her, “None returned. The grief was too much for your mother, poor thing. I told my son she had too delicate a constitution, but he loved her, the fool. You don’t want news from the capital, girl. It’s never good.” Mercy couldn’t even remember if they had won that war--maybe that child-grief was too all-consuming at the time, or perhaps their village was so remote, it had never mattered. And yet, it had been so long...there ought to have been something... a census, or a tax, or a declaration of a marriage or something. Mercy wondered, briefly, if there still was a capital at the end of their journey, when the party came to an abrupt stop.

The narrow neck of the main mountain pass, flanked on both sides by craggy peaks practically groaning with snow in the low moan of the wind, lay ahead. The mules hesitated, nickering and nipping at each other and their tack.

"Avalanche territory," Cole murmured, his eyes on the snow-laden cliffs flanking them. He gave a wary look back at the rest of the party and Bayless did his best to calm the mules. Mercy and Baptiste exchanged glances at each other and a look back to Cole. She straightened up with her pack and drew a long steadying breath. After a few seconds of murmured agreements to keep sound to a minimum, they carefully readjusted of the wagon and calmed and adjusted the tack of the mules to ensure they would be as quiet as possible as well. Perhaps it was the unified tension and focus upon silence that buffed away much of Mercy’s previous resentment. The armored figure on the corpse horse seemed a distant dream compared to the very real threat provided by their journey in and of itself. She and the men focused on guiding the wagon as quietly as possible, heads swinging from the wheels to the snowy peaks on either side of them. She pulled her muffler up over her nose and mouth, perhaps unconsciously in the hopes that it might be true to its name.

They went forward, the cliffs rising up on both sides of them like the maw of a great beast snapping up from the earth. Forward they went, eyes forward, save for slow, careful glances upward at drifts of snow gently sloughing down by wind and gravity. She winced at the rumble of the cart, there was a fresh layer of powder to mute the sound but the weight of it broke through to the dense, crunching layers below.

“What’s that up ahead?” a hushed question fell out of Baptiste.

“Shh!” Cole shushed on reflex, but he saw it as well. His eyes narrowed.

Mercy squinted forward through the mountain pass, hoping dearly for a point where the two walls of rock and snow on either side of them would finally open back up to the wide snowy moonscape of the uplands. But there was something... fluttering up ahead, with something twisted at its base. She squinted, trying to make the shape out better. Cole was moving forward, with Baptiste not far behind, and Bayless still urging the mules and cart on. Maybe it was a trail marker, or perhaps, a darker part of her thought, the remains of another expedition, maybe from another valley, or from some other village in these mountains that couldn’t outrun the cold in time. It didn’t seem completely natural, standing right in the middle of their path, that was for sure. She glanced to Baptiste and Cole, trying to gauge their thoughts on it, but they seemed just as unsure about it as her. She would have kept her eyes fixed on that fluttering thing with the twisted base but then she got a deep shudder down her spine, and a feeling she wished wasn’t familiar. Slowly, slowly, she turned her gaze upward once more.

She saw the armored figure again, at the top of the cliffs. They looked different in the daylight, still astride their part-corpse horse. The blue of their armor taking on an unsettling realness out of the glow of the moonlight. She could make out the chunks of human flesh out of the horse's flank more clearly, now, the lines of their chest plate seeming more rib-like and skeletal than ever.

The cold keeps the flesh.

She hated the sensation of feeling watched by them when she could not see their eyes. What do you want? she wanted to yell, What do you want from me? What will it take to end this winter? To not see my people starve and sicken? But just as horrifying was the deep, dreadfully certain feeling that they were not the one behind this cold, that there was nothing they could do to stop it. Just as horrifying was the strange feeling that they looked upon her now with their own helplessness, like when a child brings you something dead and asks you to fix it. The sun had disappeared behind steel-coloured clouds, almost as if by the figure’s will, like he could not bear to be seen in its direct light. The figure kept staring at her, then their sight seemingly broke away, glancing down the mountain pass, down towards where they were headed, towards the--

The cold keeps the--

Mercy’s head suddenly swung away from the sight of the armored figure and back down to Cole and Baptiste, still approaching the crumpled, fluttering thing ahead. She nearly shouted at them to stop and then barely caught herself, instead hoisting up her skirts and sprinting as fast as the deep snow would allow. The snow squeaked and crunched with her boots as she ran, but the sound didn’t travel far, even with the stone walls around them. As she ran, she made out that fluttering, crumpled thing more clearly. It was a banner, stuck in some kind of cairn? Some crooked pile of stones?

The cold keeps--

A corpse. It was a kneeling corpse, long mummified by the wind and the ice. Its gnarled hands, the flesh long-dried to strings on bone, were gripped around a pole bearing a standard, though it was a wonder the cloth was still there with how exposed it was. Much of the bulk of the figure was just armor, but how had the weight of it not collapsed the bones? Unless enough of the interior was frozen solid rather than rotted away. Cole’s own pace toward it had slowed, only slightly as he realized what it was. Out of caution, or reverence? Mercy thought, but it made her steps all the more feverish. She rushed past Bayless.

“What--” Bayless spoke at a normal volume before catching himself and the mules nervously nickered and he moved to calm them. She made it to Baptiste before Cole, he glanced over his shoulder from the crouching figure in the snow to see her and opened his mouth before looking back at Cole and realizing she was sprinting forward to stop him. Something like fear, but more of a grimace of reflex flashed across his face and he caught her arm. She grunted at his grip and then furiously flung her arm up with a pointing finger. Baptiste glanced up and he clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a bellow of shock.

The cold--

The figure was looking down at them both, watching them patiently. By the crest of their helmet Mercy thought she could make out a slow shake of the head, before that head slowly turned away from her and she followed its gaze, back towards Cole. She knew he would stop if she called out to him, just enough for her to reach him, and yet she couldn’t. All that snow hanging over their heads, all that white crushing weight. She tore out of Baptiste’s grip but he hurried after her--not trying to stop her this time, she realized.

“Cole--” The name left her, harsh and thick and breathy, as soon as she felt she was in a safe distance of audibility. And he stopped, and he looked back at her, and she realized something was shifting in his eyes. A horrified realization was settling over all of them, weight by weight, like the gentle shuff of a slough of snow slipping over from above:

This was the main pass to the capital from their valley. Were it not for the winter that had caged them in, there was no way this corpse would be here---not because the cold couldn’t kill a man here, because it certainly could, but because of the fact that they could immediately tell, from the armor, from the fluttering standard it gripped, from the sheer age that had turned all its flesh to desiccated sinew and left its lips blackened and drawn back from yellowed teeth, that something this old didn’t simply lie in the middle of mountain pass roads. Certainly not roads that were traversed by all manner of merchant and traveler in years previous. This was a thing that should not be here.

The horror of that, and the cacophony of questions that bubbled up and fell into a choral blur, made any words she might have had for Cole die in her throat. He looked at her, and then he looked up at the cliffs around them.

The armored figure, she thought, jerking her head back up to the cliffs, He has to see the horse, he has to see--

But the armored figure wasn’t there. There was only the wind blowing a soft spiral of frost up off of the snow hanging overhead. She would have screamed out of sheer fury and frustration if that didn’t mean bringing tonnes of crushing snow down around them all. Cole seemed to be trying to gauge her face.

Please, please, you have to believe me, please---

But shuff. Another weight of snow fell once more with that same soft sound. And the helplessness settled on her. Even if he did believe her, even if he did see the horse and rider, could they go home? Go home to increasingly bare cupboards and stomachs that were just a little hungrier each night? Home to people who needed bones set and fevers broken who would only look upon empty jars? All the hope they had was in the capital. All the hope they had was going forward, and here was this damnable corpse in their path, on a mountain pass so laden with snow there was no other way around. Cole suddenly struck out an arm in front of her—stupid, chivalrous-- as his other hand crossed his torso to his own weapon, a flintlock.

Mercy wondered briefly if that fluttering standard was disguising slow and hidden movements from this crumpled corpse from the very moment it had first come into view, if it had been carefully watching them, regarding them as the armored figure had been.

But now the movements were not slow and hidden—as if an invisible string attached to the top of its helm had suddenly been drawn taut, the corpse's head jutted up and swiveled toward them. "Hhrrr" she could hear the sound through its teeth, and something that looked like the breath of fog seeped through that black-framed cracked and yellow snarl, but she knew it could not be the fog of warm breath, but cold—colder than the cold already around them, from its dark and frozen core.

She could hear Cole’s teeth grit, hear the breath draw sharp through them.

Cole kept his hand on the handle of the flintlock. He cleared his throat. “Wraith of these lands,” he said, “We know not of the suffering that binds you to this form, we come here merely as travelers. We seek to disrupt no power--only to make our own way, and protect the livelihoods of those dear to us. Will you permit us through?” Mercy blinked, mildly impressed at this phrasing. This was a man who did respect local customs, because that was necessary to his travels. Even if he thought her fanatical and superstitious, placed here, now, in this situation, he understood the decree of decorum which was expected of him, even if the situation was itself fantastical and horrific.

Another “Hhhrrr,” escaped the corpse, seemingly more drawn out this time, and then a choking noise escaped it, a sound from the back of the utterly kippered throat that unmistakably rasped, “Liiiaar.”

There was a moment when all the reflexes of fear failed to catch up to the comprehension of the mind, a moment when Mercy's limbs seemed as dumb and slow as if she were moving in a dream, despite the fact that every sense was telling her to run, to fight. This was the moment when the corpse struck out with an ancient, curved knife and caught Cole in the side of the stomach. A dense grunt fell out of him and on reflex he drew the gun.

“No--!” every fiber of her body told her to scream, but survival instinct dulled it to speaking volume at the last second. And in that last second Cole had flicked out the flintlock and fired.The corpse’s head exploded into ribbons of dust and shards of bone.

And even then, with the knife dug into his side, Cole knew his mistake, she watched, as even through the grip of pain and adrenaline, that surprise and regret washed over his features as well. The cracking roar of the flintlock echoed throughout their canyon, and there was a deep rumbling.

“Cole!” Baptiste suddenly rushed past her, not caring for volume because what was coming now was inevitable. Cole crumpled and Baptiste caught him with his own shoulder, “Move,” he said, “MOVE!”

She did not look back. She knew there was already no time to look back. Everything was a roar behind her and great puffs of diamond dust flushed up from behind them that just made the cliffs on either side of them seem that much closer, that much more claustrophobic, made their opening up back into the uplands seem that much further. Bayless cut the mules loose from the cart and rushed them forward. Baptiste was already struggling to pull Cole ahead when Bayless came up alongside him and both hauled Cole up over the mule's flank. Cole scrambled, fingers clawing for purchase on the shaggy winter hide of the mule before managing to swing his legs aside and slumping against the mule's back, one arm around the mule's neck and the other gripping his wound.

Get out of the pass and move to the side, she thought, out of the pass and move to the side--

The snow was already surging around her legs, she was practically bringing them to her chest to stay on top of it, and yank them out of it, the exhaustion she should feel from this movement only a mere suggestion amidst all her adrenaline, and she realized she still had her pack. Stupid— she thought, throwing it off behind her, Stay upright, stay upright, you're almost there--

Something caught on her skirts—the snow, doubtless, and she seized them and yanked them forward, meaning to bunch them up in front with one arm to free her legs more. The skirt tore, and she heard a terrible "Hrrhh" behind her. This, this was what finally forced her to turn around and she saw, among the pressing surge of white and blue-white and gray, yellowed bones and the taut yellow-brown of skin that would have rotted away long ago had it not been for the ice and wind—an arm was reaching forward from the snow, still clutching a tattered scrap of her skirt, and just behind it, staring at her with eyeless sockets, a face with blackened lips drawn back from yawning brittle teeth, pressing forward in the crushing, roaring, cascade of white.

And it was not the only one.

Maybe it was the avalanche itself that had awoken them, or maybe they were the avalanche, waiting and watching that whole time for them to make that fatal noise, that cry or that crack of gunfire, but they were there—none of them fully visible in body, just limbs and faces and scraps of armor and spearpoints sticking out amidst great spills of powder and crags of packed ice.

"They're in the snow!" she shouted ahead to the others, but the roar of the avalanche was drowning her voice out, "They're in the--"

And all at once she was swallowed up. She wasn't quite sure when the snow had gotten past her waist, but the desperate pumping of her legs no longer moved her forward any more than all the snow around her was already moving forward. And then it was up and past her waist, her skirt-gripping arm now pressed to herself with the weight of all the white around her. She was able to fling her free arm up, at first meaning to dig herself out, or at least keep it above the surface for the others to find her. She could feel a breeze on her fingers, and her scarlet cloak on the back of her arm--the cloth was jerked up vertically behind her like a hangman’s noose, but the weight of her muffler kept it at her shoulders.

For some reason despite the near complete immobility, the claustrophobia here wasn't as bad as walking beneath all that overhanging snow had been. There was almost a relief in being trapped, like the worst had already happened. And the dead—even if she were sharing this frozen prison with the dead, at least they were just as trapped as her. They could not harm her. The others were ahead of her. If they had gotten out of the pass, they could have let the avalanche blow right past them and they could return to come get her. A long shot, but they would need their supplies as well. They had little hope of surviving the night without them, and they would need her all the more for Cole's injury... she hoped.

Air pocket, she thought, jamming her arm up from her torso and clawing at the snow pressing in around her face, Grandmother said always keep an air pocket. Don't panic. Don't waste your air. Wait until you hear the others calling for you.

Her bare fingers were pink and raw and bleeding in their nail beds as she clawed out an air pocket around her face, but at least the movement was able to loosen the snow packing her arm against her chest. Her reaching arm was completely immobilized and now asleep, whether it had been from the cold or from being stuck at an upward angle, she could not tell. All the same, she managed to wiggled and claw just enough room for her chest to expand with breath. and she closed her eyes and drew in a slow shallow breath as her hand kept clawing out space. Not so much to bring more snow down on top of her, but enough to cup itself out with the ice of her own exhalations. But then her fingers brushed against something that wasn't snow, and she opened her eyes.

"Hhrr..."

This was not the same dead as the one that had clawed at her skirt. Its eyes had stitched themselves forever shut into wrinkled slits drawn tight across the sockets, and its lips were a sad crinkle of skin, barely parted so that colder than cold breath could thread against her own. Her breath shuddered and she closed her eyes, feeling tears bud out from her eyes and run only a half inch down the side of her nose and temples before they froze and cracked against her skin.

They can't move either. They can't move either. Keep your breath slow and wait until you can hear the others calling.

And then she felt a skeletal hand clamp around her ankle, and another tickling at her back, and still more at her legs and skirts and clawing at her sides.This was when everything broke through for her once more. This was when she screamed. And screamed. And sobbed. And screamed. Until the black at the corners of her vision swallowed her up like the snow.

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The wraith's horse treaded lightly over the craggy surface of the now-packing-itself-down-by-gravity former avalanche. It did not bear the same weight on the snow that a normal horse would, and neither did he. The dead would keep the others busy. He knew this. He paced the horse over the surface before pausing at a pale hand and wrist, and a scrap of scarlet—not blood, cloth—sticking out from the snow. The wraith leaned down in his saddle and pulled Mercy up out of the snow by her arm easily, the snow yielding away from her like it was powder once more. Several arms of the dead were still clinging to her as he pulled her up, and they broke off from their bearers under the weight of snow and the force of his lift. He held her at arm's length, staring at her for a few seconds, before he jostled her and shook the skeletal limbs from her skirt like one might shake dirt off of a carrot they just pulled out of their garden. She dangled limply, her eyes closed, her lips blue from cold and hypoxia. Her nostrils flared as a cold breeze blew through and all of a sudden she drew in a deep, guttural gasp, her eyelids fluttering asymmetrically before she coughed from the drowning intake of oxygen and then moaned, Her eyes flicked around her surroundings dizzily, first taking in her feet dangling off the ground, then her arm, still numb but now with a gentle ache at the shoulder, then the gauntleted hand gripping her wrist, and then finally, at the faceless face of the wraith's helmet. Her eyelids fluttered again, and she drew in a breath that was too slow to be a gasp, the instinct to panic meeting an unyielding wall of exhaustion.

"nnh...no..." her voice was thick and she turned her face away from him, or perhaps she simply no longer had the strength to hold her head up, "Please..."

He said nothing, but pulled her in gently, settling her in front of him on his saddle so that he could keep her propped up in one arm and hold the reins in the other. She could barely keep her eyes open, but she felt him wrapping her scarlet cloak around her like he was swaddling a child.

In the distance she thought she could hear Baptiste calling, “Miss Goatsrue--! Miss Goatsrue!” and a pained and grunting “Merce!?” from Cole, but her eyes closed and those voices fell away, along with the sensation of the horse galloping beneath her, and the careful pressure of the icy armored arm securing her in place.

#gency #ice wraith genji AU #thinking about the 'oh fuck we aren't going home' factor of season 1 of the Terror again lads #Fun fact! Mercy has a scarlet cape in this AU because I mostly have her Royal Knight skin in mind and also Roderika from Elden Ring

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inkyquince · 2 years

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Reading homestuck and first anime being Hetalia + black butler

You 🤝 me

Also, it's technically the good ending! Ending 10: The Happy Couple

The Bad End (9: Such Beautiful Eyes You Have) has Shuu revealing that the meal he gave you on Christmas was a classmate, that he can't love you more than his research, be he likes how dedicated you are so he'll use your body for experiments and keep your head as a trophy. He then slices your throat with a cleaver 🤗

In both ends you die but, eh, the game really is a hell of a ride and has some wild lore to it.

(Also, I keep saying "you" but the main character is a girl named Hiyoko. A human girl. You play as a human girl in a bird school. Again, the lore is fucking wild)

- quiet

UR SHITTING ME? BOTH OF US??

oh bestie, we're in the fucking TRENCHES. And hey, look at us now. We've come such a long way :D

My god, Shuu can't you take a girl out for dinner? Maybe science date? Like, fine, you can just take the head but good christ. Also shout out, im about to wife my... Third cannibal? Fourth?

Doctors and cannibals apparently... Pop up a lot for me. Like Sebastian Michaelis doesn't count, nor the ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul, but I'm making them count. Also malewife hannibal but only when Mads is playing his fruity ass.

But i love otome games with wild lore, like bitch? The pizzazz! The mystery! The throat goats? Stunning.

#its always fun being a human in a non human school #because?#you're just living your best life and always the squishiest fucker #like demons? twisted wonderful lads? pigeons? living your best life #also fun fact #three different uquizzes have assigned me will graham kin #so YEAH THE DOCTOR AND THE CANNIBALISM MAKE SENSE NOW DOESN'T IT #also its very trans masc yknow #love is consumption n shit #assigned will graham because autism fruity grumpy general honeypot ;D worried about animals and really wants to smash hot doctor #ask #quiet the beloved

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black-order-prototypes · 1 year

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ok ok, float there, not too far, Sam Jr.

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YES, right there, now snap it !

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*snap*

Hm, it look good...maybe take another one for a better view...what do you think, Sam?

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Hmm...maybe the top d-

HEYO! Whatcha doing, man? Sightseeing I see, hmm?

AAH!! Oh, hey Kevin, um next time, no jumpscare...and yes, let called it sightseeing for now, was just taking photos of the sky.

Cool...OH great idea for your golem camera, selfie without hands, Yes?

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hmm, what do you think, Sam?

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...hmm, are you sure?

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*sigh* alright, let do this, but no weird poses, Kev.

Cool, I will just headlock you while you peace sigh your way.

just like normal people do...alright, Sam Jr, position yourself a bit closer to us.

Alright, say cheese!

*snap*

No lie, but every photo we have of you Kevin, you look like you are going to eat us...it your smile sometimes too.

Thanks for the compliment, practically need a tip jar after all...

Should we headed out to our lodge to see how uncomfortable the beds are and of course check up on the lads?

I guess, but the view is lovely, I'm glad we agreed on this idea...

we are practically inseparable, Kev, two peas in a pod, let go find the cabins!

Oh, you can shut off your camera now, SJ!

End recording: ♡

#dgm/excorist au! irish lads #[ heyyyy. how you doing?? :) this is the reason why i havent posted in a bit. um the pictures specifically the second one prolonged it]#[ also kev smile was fuckin difficult so i just have to add the creepy akuma smile he have sometimes while photos are being taken. fun-#-fact about dgm kev. he wasnt so photogenic as the rest besides dan because of his sharp teeth but he adapted and embraced it as a smile]#[ damn. i feel soo out of hand with posting logs and following the story but eventually the fourth chpt will be out and have to add more-#archives logs for the lads as teens and maybe found out why daniel cant get enough sleep 🙃]

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blitzgamev · 2 years

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Happy four hundred and ninety-two months in limbo ghostbur :D

#big old forty-one years now for the ghost #its gonna be the final one i count wether merge is real or not #fun fact: thisll be going out at the time he died :d #i queued this 3 hours before the time #and with fun fact i mean im so fucking sad #i am shaking to my core about it ending todat #this is it. the final ghstbur count.#he (and i) made it to 41 years or 492 days or 16 ish months or a year and a quarter #its actually a third i just cant math in the sheer AAAAA im feeling rn #also a happy two yeard to pog2020 winner of my heart o7 #you will not believe how emotional i am about finally seeing the (good Prayge) ending of the blockman ive thought about nonstop for 2 years #i teared up at the second tag thats how bad it is #i will be sobbing whatever happens but i hope for future me and everyone else its Good (and Long)#i am so anxious right now feels like its nov 16th again in a good way but also i wanna Pace and not have it be today #it has been wonderful and a pleasure and all that good sappy stuff #goodbye to the live version of my lil lad the beloved cwilb #blitz the counter is out o7 #<- it feels so cringy to say all of this but i am in my feels and free #dsmp #shut up blitz

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scribblesofagoonerr · 6 days

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Like Mother, Like Daughter

After that angst, here's something less angsty...

Let me know what you think about this one! Do you guys prefer fluff or angst?

Pairings: katie mccabe x child reader Warnings: a child being a menace to soceity

You were your mam's mini-me in every sense of the world, from your brunette hair to your own determined demeanor, you were the exact replica of your mammy, and even at a young age, just like Katie, you had a fierce spirit that couldn't be contained.

It was a sunny afternoon in London for a change and deciding to make the most of it, your mam and you decided to take a trip down to the local park to try and burn some of your energy off before it was time to settle down for the night.

Arriving at the park, you were quite happy to join in with the other kids' a bit older than you as you raced around with them, being indepenant that Katie was able to just keep a watchful eye on you from the nearby park bench.

However, it wasn't all too long before trouble approached, when a kid just that bit older than you were, started to make rude comments about you that you just weren't going to stand for.

Without missing a beat, you stepped forward with your tiny fists clenched at your side, "You take dat' back!" you demanded, your voice filled with righteous indignation.

The kid kept on goeding you and before Katie could step in and intervene, you had already launched yourself at them, your punch landing with surprising accuracy for someone so small.

"Y/N!" Katie gasped in shock, rushing towards you to scoop you up into her arms and pull you away from the situation.

"Let me ave' him, mammy!" Your small voice demanded, pounding your tiny fists on your mams' back as you weren't ready to back down just yet, "I can fight him, mammy. I can ake' him!" You insisted.

"No, no, kiddo. We don't hit other people" Katie chided, trying to stifle her own amusement and remembering the fact that she was a responsible parent in this moment, "You need to apologise and say sorry now, please" she motioned to the kid, who was just that bit older than you.

"M' not sorry, he made fun of my accent" You whined pitifully, you never liked it when people made fun out of you, but you were strong enough to hold your ground, "Ou' always told me to stick up for myself, mammy!" you insisted.

It was moments' like this when Katie was in sudden realisation that she couldn't very well tell you off when she was known to get into a few scraps herself on the pitch and you'd been witness to some of them.

After profuseley apologising to the little lad and his mum who wasn't best pleased about it, the two of you left the park in silence.

"I beat him! I beat him!" You boasted happily, running through the front door as you burst into a fit of giggles.

Katie shook her head in amusement, she knew she should discorauge the behaviour but she also couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, "You did, kiddo" she chuckled, "You definitely your ma's girl, eh? Like mother, like daughter" she joked.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #arsenal x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso one shot #arsenal women x reader #katie mccabe x reader #scribblesofagoonerr #arsenal wfc x reader

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i don’t want to watch natla but i appreciate very much you posting about “zuko’s little faggot diary” that shit made me crack up laughing ty

that’s just canon to me. he’s a boy who loves to monologue. of course he keeps a diary. how else is he gonna keep track of his special interests. where else is he gonna write down his angsty poetry. you know he spent months tracking aang down taking detailed notes on his garb, his fighting style, his flight patterns, and not once ever bothered taking note of his name, even though he easily could’ve learned it from the million times katara screamed it over the course of their fights.

which, if you’ll allow me to go on a tangent, is another thing that bothers me. when ppl are like “zuko learned their names because they all say one another’s names constantly.” and you think that means he actively made an effort to REMEMBER it????? you must be out of your damn gourd if you think that the most one-track minded human being in the history of the universe is paying attention to anything that doesn’t directly interest him in that very moment. but i digress.

i just KNOW that zuko was soo mad that he lost his diary after his ship got blown up by zhao because years of precious poetry and avatar lore, burned to cinders by that PHILISTINE!!!! and then as a refugee in the earth kingdom, he languishes, diaryless, because he’s too embarrassed to actually spend what little money they have on something so extraneous. and then once back in the fire nation he obviously can’t keep a diary because azula will do everything in her power to read it (he learned that the hard way as a child). but then, finally, once he flees to the western air temple, he can actually keep a diary again, now that he is surrounded by nice, normal people who don’t actually care enough about him to snoop through his belongings.

or so he thinks.

now, aang, being a respectful young lad, would never share his findings with the rest of the group, especially since none of them have actually warmed up to him yet. but that doesn’t prevent him from reading everything zuko has ever written in that diary. and of course, he doesn’t tell zuko, because he has the tact and savvy to know that if he alerts zuko to his snooping, then he will simply hide his diary better, or even worse, stop writing in it altogether. and zuko can’t stop writing!! for he has a poet’s soul!!!

also, zuko has somehow gathered a lot of information on sokka that aang himself did not know, despite being friends with him for nearly a year now (like the fact that he dated the moon??? or the fact that his mother was killed by the fire nation??? although that one he really should’ve figured out on his own. considering that he and katara are siblings, and thus logically would share a mother). and so aang really needs zuko to keep updating his SOKKA LORE notebook because he feels kind of guilty that he knew basically nothing about his friend and yet zuko, the least observant person he has ever met, is somehow an expert in sokkology (although aang is deeply offended on katara’s behalf that he simply refers to her as “sokka’s sister” or sometimes “the angry one”).

for the record, aang never actually puts together WHY zuko is so fascinated by sokka. he’s just like “of course he’d be intrigued by sokka. he has a very complex mind, what an adventure to attempt to fathom the depths of his psyche.” like he just assumes that zuko is using sokka as a case study for completely innocuous reasons. he also assumes that zuko, like any teenage boy with eyes, is infatuated with katara. not at first, obviously, because to zuko she is still “girl sister, long hair” but eventually. once they reconcile, and become friends. and then his diary makes a sharp turn from carefully documenting any and all sokka lore to “katara said this really funny thing today” “katara is so nice and pretty” “katara is such a good waterbender” and suddenly aang is NOT having fun anymore!!!! halt the presses!!!!!

so aang just kind of sulks to himself for a while because it’s not like he can TELL anyone about his NEW ROMANTIC RIVAL in the BID FOR KATARA’S AFFECTIONS, but he does try to vaguely intimate to sokka and toph that it bothers him. and toph’s just like “what?? you mean all those times she hooked up with haru at the western air temple???” and aang’s just like. “HARU??????!!?!!??!?!?”

anyway. zuko isn’t a complete idiot, so after a few good years of being friends with aang, he finally catches onto the fact that aang has been keeping up with his diary every time he visits the palace, after like, the fourth or fifth time that aang accidentally lets a piece of information slip that he only could’ve known via reading zuko’s diary. so zuko decides to mess with him, and starts keeping a fake diary in the place he used to keep his real diary (columbus style) and writing shit in it like, “aang’s recent experimentations with facial hair are so embarrassing. just because you’re finally old enough to grow a weak little mustache doesn’t mean that you, under any circumstances, SHOULD. i bet katara is throwing up puking every day just having to kiss his horrendous furry mouth.” or, “katara said that she thinks roku was not only hotter, but also a way better avatar than aang, and personally, i agree. if he was still the avatar today no one would ever go hungry and we would have total world peace.” or, “aang is way too comfortable going shirtless. if i had that scrawny lanky body i would cover that shit up with a big ol sweater every day.” or, “aang said something really mean the other day and it hurt my feelings and i cried alone in my room for 3 hours. aang is literally a bully????”

and aang can’t even SAY anything because zuko is allowed to say whatever he wants about his friends in the privacy of his own journal, but also he decides that if zuko truly hates him so much, then he will simply stop visiting the fire nation so frequently, out of respect to his friend. at which point zuko realizes that he may have gone too far, so the next time aang visits him, he puts his real diary in his drawer with an entry that reads, “i can’t believe aang keeps falling for my fake diary prank. he doesn’t even know that im messing with him. and he never will, because my system is flawless, and i’ll never ever lose track of which diary is the real one and which one is the fake.”

at which point aang runs headfirst into a meeting between fire lord zuko and his senior council and is just like “ZUKO!!!!!!!!!!! YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!” and tackles him in a hug with no regard for propriety. he nearly gives zuko a concussion from the force of his hug. but dammit if it isn’t worth it.

#boyfriendgideon #asks #all of this is canon btw.#zuko #aang #aang&zuko #katara&zuko #aang&katara #sokkaxzuko #also yeah. don’t watch natla. truly NOT worth it in the slightest . u made a good call there

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On God I was working on the AEIWAM Outline today but I also got "The AEIWAM cast, post-fic, go to the Aquarium" brainrot so have this:

It kicks off with Retsu seeing Kenpachi deep in thought for once and asking him what he's mulling over and after a moment he asks: "Are there zoos for fish?" "...Pardon?" "There are lotsa fish," he reasons, "-at least as many as there are land animals, but they're all really hard to see, because they're in the water." Retsu considers him for a moment before gently asking "Do you mean The Aquarium?" "The what?"

Retsu, texting Ichigo in the Gotei-13 Groupchat at 2AM: I need you to acquire tickets and human chaperones for a group field trip to The Aquarium Ichigo, who fears her above everyone else in soul society: Yes, Captain. Retsu: If it was just the SWA I'd only ask for tickets but you know what The Lads are like. Ichigo: Unfortunately, Yes. Ichigo: I'll bring the first aid kit, zip ties, duct tape and candy. Retsu: Good man.

Upon Arrival, Kenpachi has already been lectured about "You ARE NOT ALLOWED to fight and/or eat the fish, no matter how annoying and/or delicious they look

Turns out they were lecturing the wrong guy because it's Byakuya that develops a personal rivalry with a grouper ("It's smug expression disgusts me." "Captain that is a FISH.") and has to be talked out of climbing into the tank to fight it

after that he has to hold hands with Rukia or Renji.

Rukia discovers Sea Bunnies and ends up crying about them.

Yachiru gets to see them feeding the Piranha and it's a Spiritual Experience for her.

Later, she gets to see them feed the sharks and it's an EVEN BETTER spiritual Experience.

Hitsugaya learns Penguins are real and not just 'made up for christmas, like the flying reindeer and the guy with the suspect toy charity'.

Momo lights into him about "Penguins are my favorite animal, they've been my favorite animal for decades YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE FAKE?" Hitsugaya: "YOU ALSO USED TO LIKE UNICORNS!" Momo: "THOSE ARE ALSO REAL!" Orihime: "They are?" Momo: "...I keep forgetting they're extinct in the living world."

Tousen gets to experience the Touch Pool and the docents realize what's up so they start pulling out the cool stuff like sea hares and moray eels because he's an adult that can be trusted to pet things gently.

When the group comes back to collect him the staff is letting him hand feed a Pacific Red Octopus, and Yachiru immediately demands she be allowed to as well.

Retsu quietly releases Minazuki into the stingray touch pool so she can "go play with her cousins :)"

Kenpachi and Yamamoto asking "Can we eat it?" about every. single. animal.

The extremely dedicated docent that is *just* Psychic enough to know something is up with this group of chucklefucks so they're following them through the aquarium, but is also genuinely having fun answering every fucking insane question these guys ask.

Yoruichi was not anticipating there to be Tigers at the aquarium (they ARE semi-aquatic and part of a larger exhibit on Tropical Riparian Ecosystems) and she is SUPER NOT JEALOUS of how much Urahara and Baby Labcat like them.

There is also an exhibit with an Anaconda that the docent finds Rangiku staring at with a forlorn expression. Docent: "It's okay, not everyone is a fan of snakes." Rangiku: "What? Oh, no, I love snakes. They just also remind me of my Ex." Docent: *WomanTryingToDoMath.Meme* Docent: *Considers the size of the Anaconda* Docent: "...Ah. Yeah, I'd miss a man like that too."

Renji, Ichigo and Ikkaku going "Its YOU!" to each other over every single red, orange or round creature.

Kenpachi going "IT ME!!" about the black urchins before anyone can get him though.

Shunsui pointing at the sea otters that are holding hands and declaring, tears in his eyes "Jushiro! It's US!" Ukitake then prompty ruins the moment by telling Shunsui Fun Facts about Sea Otters like how they're basically giant marine weasels that will absolutely drown each other's young and maul anyone dumb enough to touch one.

The Dolphins all love Komamura and he is just a little bit smug about this.

Relatedly, not sure if its funnier for Komamura to show up in a Human Gigai, or as Tousen's "Service Dog"

Human Gigai: -Komamura is weirdly stony-faced and sort of intimidating and everyone thinks he's stressed out but really he's used to making micro-expressions and gesturing with his ears so he sorta just forgot how to move his face. -Still Nine and a Half feet tall and smacking his head on Everything

Service Dog: -"He's uh. A Shepherd. Mix." Ichigo says to the aforementioned Docent about what is very obviously a Bigass Timber Wolf. -Sajin doesn't give a rat's ass about his cover and keeps talking to Tousen while in dog form. If anyone looks at him funny he makes direct eye contact and says "Woof. Bark."

Yamamoto vs. Escalator. Catastrophic Beard Incident. 2 injured, 16 Dead but they were like that already.

Ukitake, Retsu, and Tama all Not Shutting Up With Facts About Every Fish Ever because they all share a Special Interest.

They briefly lose Byakuya in the Jellyfish exhibit because Rukia and Renji both thought the other one was holding Byakuya's hand and he is *enchanted* by the wall-sized tank of Moon Jellies.

Ikkaku attempting to talk Yachiru out of getting the ridiculously oversized Great White Shark plushie only for Zaraki to get it for both of them instead.

Everyone had a great time and is Very Tired and so they don't realize anything is amiss until they get back to Ichigo's place and the nightly news comes on. "Hey ichigo?" Yuzu calls. "Why is Ms. Unohana on TV?" The news has a story with a still image of Retsu on CCTV and "Authorities are looking for this woman who somehow ADDED a fully intact and highly venomous short-tailed stingray to the aquarium's touch pool" "OH MY GOD WE FORGOT MINAZUKI!"

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #Bleach fanfic #retsu unohana #kenpachi zaraki #jushiro ukitake #Genryusai Yamamoto #kaname tousen #sajin komamura #yachiru kusajishi #rukia kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki #renji abarai #ichigo kurosaki

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 4 months

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hi it's the good omens mascot here's some shit about me that might be relevant

I appear to have accidentally caused chaos so I figured you might as well know about me since I'm responsible for it. And also so that you know who you broke, thanks ineffable fandom.

I have been called the prophet by some of you all. This is not entirely untrue, but I would like to add as I did in one post, that Apollo also gave me the curses of art, (very emotional) music, (sometimes good mostly dreadful) poetry, (same parentheses apply, except that the dreadful is on purpose) writing and (used to be good now dreadful) medical knowledge, and so yes, you did accidently adopt a messenger of an ancient Greek god.

Yes, this entire entry into your cult happened from start to now happened in 48 hours.

This will seem less bizarre when I give you context about me and fandoms. I changed career paths (after three years of intense study that cost me my sanity) from science to the arts because I was inspired by drarry fanfiction of them leaving their ministry jobs and following their dreams. Yes I tossed three years and my loss of sanity away in one week of decisions. I'm now a designer. Thanks Draco.

I read so much drarry fanfiction that my mum had to take me to the hospital for injured wrists. I wore wrist and elbow supports and was in constant pain for a few months. I was only later introduced to autoscroll. Yes, I am a fool. Yes, I am unaware of how to human.

I'm broke and cheap enough that I feel guilty buying bottled water, but for Christmas I spent the equivalent of around 150 bottles of water getting a Bakewell tart custom made (they don't sell them where I live). Why? Because in one single fanfiction, it is Draco's favourite food. I would never spend that kind of money on a dessert for any real human being.

That is to say, you all are not ready for when I REALLY fall for Crowley. I don't saunter vaguely downwards for people. I bypass earth and crash into hell, leaving a smoking pit in its infernal ground.

I swear I'm not as dumb as I seem, I just have ZERO general knowledge, and am terrible with faces. I can tell you what the graffiti on the walls of Pompeii from before 70 AD said but I don't know who my previous president was, and personally I think that's very classy of me.

Some of you seem concerned about my sleep schedule. Worry not, I sleep in four installments, night, morning nap, afternoon nap, evening nap. I sleep more than you all, that I can promise. I sleep more than my doggy sister.

About the streams and the timezones, I have no idea how to make it so people can watch, because I frequently mix up east and west and last morning I mixed up the Pacific and Atlantic ocean. I don't know at what point the Eastern hemisphere becomes the Western or how any of it works. I also thought Wakanda was a real place.

But hey fun fact, in 2020 diclofenac sales were dropping in Iceland. I know this because I wanted to make sure to use the correct painkiller in one sentence of a story I was writing. It was completely irrelevant. But hey any of you writers here probably feel my pain. I don't write fanfiction, but I am an author and I write original stories. And honestly what is more useful, Icelandic diclofenac sales from three years ago or timezones?

A career test once told me to be a standup comedian.

Yes that's me Asmi, just your regular dumbass lad who is slightly unhinged, serving himbo twink energy, hello hi nice to meet you all. PS: the poll results are out and Doctor Who won, so tremble, DW fandom.

#good omens fandom #good omens mascot #asmi #weirdly-specific-but-ok #this is me y'all #good omens brainrot #thanks for breaking me i figured you should know about me #crowley #just crowley i'm going to shatter soon #drarry #draco malfoy #fandom culture #fandom things #doctor who #dw fandom #more inaccurate summaries coming up #good omens #fanfiction #and how it ruined and saved me

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thyln4gf · 3 months

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Polaroid

✞ You're the love of Charle's life, and he hates not having you around... This time, he missed you a little too much.

✞ A short one - 847 words.

✞ I have synesthesia! Here's 5 songs that I associate with this fic: "Older" and "I'm yours (sped up)" - Isabel LaRosa, "Unpunishable" - Ethel Cain, "Trust issues" - Drake, "Masterpiece" - Motionless In White.

✞ Warnings - sexual content, male masturbation.

✞ Charles x reader (Charles POV)

The days that Charles spent away from you were definitely a torture. And not for him alone - but also Carlos. He'd talk the poor lads ears off. You'd attend the races more often, but studies stopped you. What a shame, right?

Charles was down bad for you. If you have ever seen a guy simp for his girl? Charles was all that and more, multiplied atleast 7 times.

He loved everything about you, but one of his favourite things were... your tits. Yes, thats right. He liked them, maybe a little too much even. He liked to touch them, lick them, leave trails of kisses over them, sleep on them, just look at them in general. All of it. If you ever sat on his lap? You better have prepared to have his hands use your tits as his stress balls (they genuinely helped him relax after a long day). You never complained though - his hands were always warm, and felt pleasantly tingly against your colder skin. So whenever he was away from home for longer periods of time... What he experienced could be described the best as withdrawals - he was addicted to them. And the fact that they were attached to you? It made it all even better.

Charles was in his hotel room after a race, as per usual. But he couldn't sleep - his "withdrawals" today were stronger, and the thoughts about the absence of you and your tits kept him awake. He turned to his other side, again, letting out a frustrated groan. He was even starting to think of asking you to send him something, but he quickly shook the thought off. You were never the one to send nudes over text, but so was he. But suddenly...

He got reminded of something that completely vanished from his mind - something that could offer him a quick fix for his current problem.

He doesnt even have to leave the bed to grab his wallet - it was in the drawer of the bedside table. He starts to open it up, with slightly shaky hands. His fingers find the polaroid that he keeps in it, almost dropping the wallet in the process. He looks at it, and sucks in a breath. You see, the polaroid... was of your tits. It was a beautiful sight - you were laying down on the bed, clearly battling a hangover. Your arms were stretched over your head, covering your eyes from the golden hour sunshine coming through the window. The sheets were messy - a reminder of a fun night for both of you. And your tits were exposed. Charles thought of that moment atleast three times a day - you could definitely call it his "roman empire".

He stares at the polaroid for another 10 seconds, and it takes him maybe 5 to get hard. He wastes no time, because he knows that it would happen eventually. He reaches down into his underwear, his fingers gently teasing along his hard dick, and he breathes in quickly. He then wraps his hand around it, and thinks for a second. He felt a little ashamed, but he was getting rather desperate. He wishes that you were here, doing this for him - but this will also do, for now.

He starts stroking it, and a few soft moans already escape his throat uncontrollably. He is looking at the polaroid, thinking of you and your voice, the way you... feel, and even the way you smell, while getting himself off at the same time. He already knew that he wouldnt last that long, a few minutes at best - but he didnt care.

The stroking picked up pace in a few seconds, him getting more and more desperate to get the release - the thought of you felt way too good, teasing him in a way. More involuntary moans slip from his mouth. Oh, what he would give to hear some of your own right now.

He could finally feel himself getting very close, and he closes his eyes, picking up more pace - to reach his orgasm faster. And he succeeds - a few seconds later his hips are already moving up on their own, shaking slightly - just like the rest of his body. He collapses into the bed completely right after.

The hand that just finished pleasuring himself returns back up, to be able to grip the polaroid with both hands, as he opens his eyes again. The sight of one of his favourite things ever greet him, and he cant help but let a smile appear on his face. The time periods that you spend away from each other didnt matter to him - he was beyond lucky to have you, and wondered what the reason might be almost every day.

The relief hit him, but now the exhaustion followed. His eyes were already starting to close - but the thought of having to clean himself up woke him up again. He groans.

Fuck, chérie... The things that you make me do...

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Authors note: dedicated to a lovely human. Thank you darling<3 (you know who you are.)

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #formula one fanart #fanfiction #formula one fanfics #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fanart #oneshot #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you

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Reacting to you playing otome games

characters: dan heng and jing yuan

tw: none except- maybe not proof read?

a/n: i guess we can officially say i'm obsessed with hsr now. my brain has been annoying me to write something for these two boys, and... i guess here we are.

Dan Heng

From all the world-saving and stellaron crisis, Dan Heng wasn’t able to spend much time with you, much to his dismay. Yes, he’d share a few text messages once in a while or even call each other, but those days were getting rarer as his work became even more serious.

On one of those rare calls, he found out that you took on a new interest. “Otome games”, or so they were called. He had little knowledge about it other than knowing that it was a type of dating simulation.

He had no issues with you and your new obsession after all, it’s just a game, and you were having fun!

Or so he thought until your love with these otome games became a little too much to the point of interfering with HIS love life. Why is his cuddle time with you being taken away by some- chunk of hot pixels? Instead of your hands wrapping around his waist, they now held your phone as you giggled at that….undeniable hot chunk of pixels. (According to you, it looked a lot like him and had a similar vibe)

You even had alarms set for your daily activities for these games, which had you scrambling for your phone; all the time. Your eyes would light up at whatever dialogues your "husbando" would say.

Internally he would be screaming; "WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME THE WAY YOU LOOK AT THOSE DARN 2D MEN"

Enough was enough! Dan Heng realised that at this rate, he would be ousted from being your boyfriend by a fictional character!

Soon enough, that's how you found yourself on the floor, with Dan Heng behind you, caging you between his arms.

Dan Heng grumbled, "It's my turn now. Pay attention to me," while avoiding direct eye contact with you.

"Oh no, have I made my boyfriend feel neglected? I'm sorry babe!" You turned to give a reassuring pat on his head, then jokingly added, "Though I suppose... You will need to learn how to share me from now on."

You receive a smack on the head at that

Jing Yuan

Lately, he had noticed a hype around Luofu, which he soon found out, thanks to Yanqing. According to the young boy, certain “otome games” were becoming quite popular amongst the newer generation. Something about conversing with “hot 2D men with crazy backstories” made them feel “ooh la la”. Or something along those lines, Yanqing’s exact words, not his.

“It’s actually super fun! Would you like to play as well? You get daily 5 tickets in a day, so it keeps you on your toes. And if I'm not wrong, there's even a character who resembles you, general!”

Jing Yuan declined and suggested the young lad seek someone else for his otome games, as he deemed himself too old and out of touch for such interests. He glanced up from his paperwork to find the boy giving him a disappointed look before quickly running off.

A few days after that incident, you had also fallen prey to these games, he figured as Jing Yuan listened to you talk excitedly about a "mysterious therapist with silver hair" from a newly released game, and how the character was both sweet and suspicious.

He was glad that you were enjoying yourself. Sometimes, it can be challenging to discover new interests as we grow older. At least, that was how Jing Yuan personally felt.

As long as no harm was done, all is good!

Harm was indeed done. A lot in fact

He eventually discovered that these "ikemen" characters on your phone were taking his rightful place as your boyfriend.

You no longer played with his hair or let him sleep on your lap… All these activities were taken away from him as if snatching candy from a baby.

It had only been a week into your... newfound obsession. You even bought a bunch of “Visual Novels” and spent many hours holed up in your room, and staying awake late into the night.

When he got concerened as asked for you to come to bed, all he'd get was: "Just five more minutes Jun-Jun! I need to complete this chapter, I swear I'll be there in five minutes, trust me."

Hmmm, nope, trust shattered and heart also shattered. Poor Jun-Jun.

It really made him feel sad, Jing Yuan’s signature :3 face soon turned :( which everyone noticed, it was hard not to. Even you thought his new behaviour to be strange and confronted him.

“My dear, I don’t mind you having hobbies, but please, give equal love and attention to your partner and not just those fictional “silver haired therapist” of yours.” Jing Yuan pleaded you with those puppy dog eyes.

“You should have said so from the beginning! I’ll tone my playing down a little. I didn’t mean to make you feel lonely…” You felt guilty and gave him a big warm hug, much to Jing Yuan’s pleasure.

“....How about a compromise?Let's both play these games together. Pretty please? At least once? You won't regret it! We can add each other as friends.”

He gave in.

And now he’s obsessed with it.

Much more than you.

honkai star rail taglist: none at the moment, but if you're interested, I can make one!

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail #dan heng #dan heng x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x y/n #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #dan heng x you #hsr #tani writes!!

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Can you do willy x intern! Where maybe they fight and intern goes on vacay. Girls weekend Where she is bratty and posts a ton of thirst traps to her open insta.... ignoring willy..

Hot ass jealous sex... William riled up and furious. Maybe texting her.... "take that shit down.."

Oh, my love 🤍 Well, of course, I can - or at least I attempted 😉 I'm not the greatest at writing angsty fights 🙃 But it might have turned out alright -

Nevertheless, I still hope you find it enjoyable 🤍

Also, please see this request 🖋️🔥

[In case you don't know - "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." is from Dirty Dancing (only one of the greatest movies of all time) 🤍]

Warnings: curse words; semi-public dry-humping; penetrative sex (p in v); pinning; dom!Willy, i guess;

Word count; 6k

「Intern x Willy」 ;

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I see this life, like a swinging vine I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x Willy]

Two days had passed since the gala, and the team was already on their way to their next away game in Winnipeg.

With their bags packed and the bus filled with players, coaches, and a small media team of three, they were all set to hit the road. And it was going to be a long journey.

Usually, the team would have opted for a two-hour flight, but since Project Planet Green had been a significant topic during the gala, someone in management thought it would be a good idea for the Leafs to set an example for the cause of the environment. Which meant enduring a 20-hour bus ride instead of flying to minimise carbon emissions.

Needless to say, nobody was enthusiastic about the idea. But since MLSE had made the decision, the team had to comply.

At the beginning of the journey, you had taken a seat next to Melanie at the front, with Jennifer sitting across the aisle. However, as the conversation gradually shifted from work to more personal topics, seating arrangements seemed to change, and Melanie ended up joining Jennifer instead, leaving you alone.

Which you didn't really mind. In fact, you just took the opportunity to relax and listen to the cheers and laughter coming from the boys in the rows behind you and the coaches.

And with nobody beside you, you could finally check the messages that William had been sending throughout the ride, teasing you intentionally since you couldn't read them in front of Melanie. And you were right; the cheeky lad back there seemed to have been texting a few ideas of what the two of you could do once you reached the hotel.

You bit your lip as you read his messages, thoughts forming in your mind and a smile creeping onto your lips. You were definitely looking forward to reaching your destination.

But then, just as your mind was preoccupied, Auston's voice suddenly echoed through the bus.

"Oh, hey y/n, come join the fun!"

You glanced back at the group, Auston's mischievous grin peeping through and meeting your gaze.

"Yeah, don't be such a downer," Mitch chimed in with a laugh, and you couldn't help but chuckle too.

"Alright."

With a small sigh, you decided to do just that and made your way down the aisle of the bus. However, as you approached the boys, it seemed there was no available seat for you. Looking around, perhaps a bit puzzled, Auston flashed another mischievous grin.

"You know, you can always sit on Willy's lap.”

You hesitated at first, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention from the coaches, but when you saw they were deeply engrossed in discussions about game strategies, you turned to face William. His handsome Swedish face bore a content smirk as he sat by the window next to Timothy.

"Well, why not?" you chuckled lightly, then made your way to sit in your boyfriend's lap. It was a slightly awkward position; you were half sitting close to his groin and half on one thigh.

"Comfortable?" he asked in a low voice behind you, his hands finding your hips for support.

"Mm," you nodded, ensuring you didn't accidentally kick or touch Timmy inappropriately.

And for a little while longer, you simply enjoyed William's subtle touches, along with the laughter, cheesy jokes, and stories coming from the players.

The team was rather excited about tomorrow's match, especially since they had just won against the Jets on home turf. However, as they hadn't been entirely satisfied with the result, they now saw an opportunity to do even better.

Then amidst the sounds of great excitement and anticipation, you suddenly felt the bus hit a few bumps on the road, causing you to bounce slightly in William's lap.

"Oops," you chuckled, feeling his grip on you tighten a bit.

"Easy, babe," he spoke softly, almost in a hushed whisper so no one could overhear. "Wouldn't want you to cause a scene."

You couldn't suppress a light smirk as his voice echoed in your ear. Yet you also recalled the last time you were on the plane, and he had been the one to stir up something naughty.

"Oh, you're one to talk, considering you wanted to join the mile high club last time," you turned your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, and flashed him a small smirk.

"Well, that was different," he defended with a grin.

"How so?"

"That was my idea," his hand around your waist tightened just a little as you felt his chest against your back.

You simply laughed at his cheeky remark, though it did ignite a tiny devil within you. And as the bus ride continued and William seemed engrossed in the boyish chatter, you felt tempted to play with fire a little.

With Timothy’s attention turned toward the other lads, you gently and very subtly began grinding your buttocks against William's groin.

"What are you doing, baby?" His voice came out in a husky whisper.

"Hmm, don't know, maybe I'm just... getting comfortable," you spoke with a grin, not even looking at him. Instead, you focused on the ongoing conversation while letting your hips sway a little extra.

"I think you're doing just fine..."

"Hm, maybe."

You knew you were teasing him, just as he always teased you when you were around the team and had to maintain some distance. Just like he was with his suggestive messages.

William couldn't help but force a casual smile as his member slowly grew under your sensual motions. An increasing need for more than just light grinding began to form within him.

And you knew your plan was working when you heard his heavy breathing and subtle grunts escaping his lips. His fingers dug into your hips, and his bulge pressed against you.

"Not fair..." he murmured softly, his thigh muscles clenching underneath you as his member pressed against the fabric of his boxers and sweats.

"Well, maybe that's just payback for you sending me those messages..." you remarked flirtatiously, giving your hips a little extra sway as the bus picked up speed on the highway.

"Oh, those were just for when we get to the hotel, but it seems we need to change things up a bit now," he grinned against your ear, giving you a teasing hip thrust back.

"Bring it on, Nylander."

Despite both of you being worked up from the teasing - almost having to sneak off for a quickie during one of the pit stops - the little sleep you got on the bus didn’t leave you with much energy for a round of sex at the hotel.

And soon, you found yourselves preparing for the upcoming match for the night. Fortunately, this match held a little more excitement and goals this time. More importantly, the Leafs won 4-2.

However, just as you were finishing up after the match with David and Peter, Brad suddenly interrupted and pulled you aside. Surprised by his sudden action, you feared that he'd decided to report you and William, potentially putting your relationship in jeopardy.

But when he sat before you in the physio room, providing a bit of privacy, his message was different.

"Miss y/l/n," he said in a calm tone, which eased your nerves a bit, though you still couldn't entirely decipher his expression. "We've discussed matters within the management team, and considering the upcoming All-Star event next weekend, we think it might be beneficial for you to take a few days off before the big weekend."

You were baffled. You'd been working tirelessly for the past weeks for this event, and now they were suggesting days off? That was a little unlike them. But then he continued.

"We understand that you've played a significant role in the planning and coordination, which we greatly appreciate. That's precisely why we want to ensure you have all the energy you need for the event. Your presence will be crucial, and we're committed to taking care of our staff to prevent burnout. You've consistently shown dedication, even joining road trips without notice. It's only fair that you have proper rest."

Stunned by the suggestion, you were also extremely grateful. It was something you had needed for weeks, if not months. Especially considering the many invitations from your girlfriends that you had had to turn down, this would be an excellent opportunity to catch up with some of them.

"Oh, well, thank you! That's very much appreciated," you flashed Brad a grateful smile before wrapping up the conversation.

You couldn't wait to rush back to the hotel and tell William, however, when you finally finished up at the Bell MTS Place, he was already fast asleep in bed, not up for anything intimate.

At least not until you returned from the road trip. As soon as you were back in Toronto on Sunday, you couldn't keep your hands off each other the moment you entered William's condo. It was almost frantic, as if you couldn't strip down fast enough or touch each other enough. You wanted to feel every inch of skin, exploring each other fully, with your mouths connected at all times.

In the soft glow of the bedroom's dimmed lights, William made love to you. It wasn't the tender, gentle lovemaking, but rather passionate and intense. His movements were firm and determined, yet he ensured you reached climax at least twice before focusing on his own pleasure.

And it didn't take long for him to reach the brink of climax.

It was almost amusing how quickly William could reach his peak but considering the teasing and anticipation between you during the short trip, it was understandable.

And it was nothing short of perfect, and soon you found yourselves entwined in each other's arms, sharing heartfelt conversation as you enjoyed a post-sex bath. Completely relaxed and utterly satisfied, you leaned against his chest, your head resting slightly on him as he tenderly caressed your body beneath the warm water.

"Mmm, I love you," he mumbled into your damp hair, eliciting a smile from your lips.

"I love you too, Willy," you replied softly, attempting to turn in his embrace to meet his eyes. "I just can't believe I won't see you for a few days," you added with a crooked smile. However, William lifted an eyebrow at your remark.

"What do you mean? You know you can stay here even though you're off from work," he emphasised, his tone a bit firmer than you'd like.

"Yeah, I know, but I also feel like it's good to have time to catch up with my girls, so I'm not even sure if I'll be around much," you tried to explain, maintaining a soft tone. However, you were only met with a ‘hm’ and a huff from your boyfriend behind you as he finished the bath in silence.

And after getting dried up and dressed in an oversized t-shirt, you joined William in his kitchen where he was already searching for late-night snacks, clad in his boxers.

"Willy, what's wrong?" you inquired, sensing his mood shift from happy and calm to suddenly irritated.

"Nothing," he replied tersely, moving around the kitchen as if nothing was amiss. But he didn't have you convinced for a moment.

"Babe, clearly something's bothering you... and I want you to share it with me. You need to communicate your thoughts, otherwise, I can't do anything about it," your voice took on a sterner and more confident tone as you stood with crossed arms facing him. And finally, William turned to meet your gaze, letting out a deep sigh.

"I just don't understand why you suddenly have to go away," he admitted. "I mean, we finally have a few days off, so why can't you just stay here?"

His words surprised you slightly. Why was he suddenly so insistent on keeping you around?

"Because I spend literally every day with you," you tried to reason.

"Yeah, but that's with the team," William's voice suddenly rose in volume.

"Not always!" you defended. "When I'm not at work, I'm here, at YOUR place, together with YOU," you pointed out.

"For a few hours, maybe! But then either of us always has to work. We eat, sleep, fuck, and work. That's all we do."

"Because that's how our lives are! You chose your career, and I've chosen mine... We both knew this is how it would be, Willy..."

"Don't you think I know that?" he shouted.

"Then what's this about all of a sudden?"

You were baffled. Never before had you had an argument with Willy like this – perhaps only the time he got jealous when you dated someone else, but that was a long time ago, and now you were in a committed relationship.

"I just don't want you to go around and risk doing something stupid – if you haven't noticed, you've been getting quite a lot of attention lately!"

"So that's what this is all about?" you huffed sarcastically, amused. "Me getting attention? That's what you're so upset about."

"I'm not upset that you're getting attention, y/n!"

"Then what is your problem? I'm finally being recognised for being great at my job, and you're just being jealous instead of supportive!"

"I am supporting you! You just don't know how to handle the media. You're not trained for it."

"Oh, so now I'm NOT good at my job, is that what you're saying?"

"I'm not... that's not what I'm saying!"

"Then what are you saying? That I'm just your stupid little girlfriend, who's not allowed to be out in public because YOU'RE too afraid that I'll get too much attention, huh?"

You felt the tears pressing on, and though you did everything to hold them back, you couldn't. You were too angry and frustrated by his sudden need to start a fight. An unnecessary fight, in your opinion.

"Well, yeah, maybe I am!" he spat. "Because if you're going to act like a wild child with your girlfriends, knowing that people are interested in you, then YES, you are stupid..."

"Oh, wow...wow, Willy, that's mature! Who even says I'm going to act out? And for the record, you shouldn't really be the one to act all smart and reasonable, since you're the one who's out partying every fucking off-season, sticking your cock into every pulsating vagina you can find!"

You knew it was a low blow as soon as you said it, but it wasn't entirely a lie. Yet your comment struck a sensitive nerve within William, a nerve he most likely didn't even know he had, and suddenly it was like his entire world collapsed.

"Fine! If that's what you want, then don't let me hold you back! Like I always fucking do, right? Go out and have fun with your fucking girlfriends. I don't even give a shit anymore!"

His hand slammed on the kitchen counter, his breaths heavy as he leaned over and didn't even bother to look you in the eyes.

You couldn't help but feel your heart break a little. His carelessness about your need for freedom and a little time away from the hectic life you had.

You felt as if you'd been beaten all over by William, as if your body was covered in invisible bruises. Your heart split in half and all senses of emotions torn apart, you let the tears stream freely down your cheeks.

"Fine..." you whispered dryly under your breath, not even trying to hold back the crying as you walked away from him, heading straight to the bedroom and bathroom to collect your belongings. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you put on your coat and shoes, leaving William on his own.

As you waited for the lift, a small part of you hoped for him to come running and apologise for the fight. But as you heard the ding, signalling the lift's arrival, and you descended to the ground floor before exiting the apartment building, he never showed. He had let you leave in silence, not even trying to stop you. And now you were on your way back to your own place.

Still frozen in his position, William let the situation replay in his mind. Was this it? Had he lost you? Just like he'd lost every girl who ever came near him. Yet a part of him wasn't entirely ready to let you go. His heart belonged to you; he couldn't deny that. And as he stood there in his kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a wave of regret wash over him.

But was it too late?

Two days later, you didn't feel much better.

Despite Clara's best efforts to cheer you up with a spontaneous girl spa trip, you couldn't fill the void the fight with William had left in your heart. Or at least where your heart used to be.

As you'd stormed away from his place, you immediately contacted Clara, one of your closest girlfriends. Clara was the one to turn to when you needed your mind distracted. Always the funny, spontaneous one, who often followed her intuition and never cared about what others thought of her.

You often admired her for it. The way she could act so freely and down-to-earth inspired you, especially considering your penchant for planning and organising. Which served you well in your job, but in your social life, it had always been a challenge, especially after starting the internship.

Clara had always been the one to invite you to various events – girls' night out, weekend trips, and more – and you'd often have to turn them down. So, when you were suddenly the one to reach out to her, she immediately dropped everything and quickly arranged this little spa trip with two other girls. That was just the way she was.

And it hadn't been a bad idea at all. In fact, you were quite enjoying yourself, far away from the hockey arena and the players. Yet, your mind couldn’t help but occasionally drift to William and the fight, something that still tied knots in your stomach.

"Hey," Clara spoke, snapping her fingers in front of your face as you lay by the indoor pool, enjoying the view of the breath-taking Canadian nature. "Whoever is on your mind, you need to forget about them."

"How did you-"

"Oh, I'm reading you like an open book, babe! Come on... I know you can't tell me who it is, but you've got to get over whatever happened," she said, sitting upright and turning to face you. "He might be amazing and great in bed, but you're an amazing woman too – and he does not get to tell you otherwise!"

Another thing about Clara: she didn't let any man control her life, maybe besides her father, but that was only because he had had the money until she got her own business up and running. But now, her face would be right next to the words "independent, strong woman" if you ever looked it up.

Letting out a sigh, you faced her as well. "I know, it's just... we had a fight, and... in a way, I feel guilty because I know I love him. I just – I need space sometimes. To be myself and not have to worry about what he thinks," you tried to explain, not wanting to come off too annoyed with William, even though he had pushed you over the edge.

"Well, then how about we show him exactly what he's missing?"

"Oh... you've got that look," you chuckled lightly, studying Clara's mischievous expression.

"What look?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"That look where you've got an idea, and I know it's trouble."

"Well, of course it's trouble! Have you met me? Come on, let's go have some fun."

With that, Clara grabbed your hand, and on the way to the hotel room, she ordered a bottle of Champagne. She turned on the speakers and put on a playlist filled with the greatest tunes from female artists throughout the centuries. Then dancing around in your bikinis, silky robes, clinging glasses, and pouring down the finest bubbles, you couldn't help but pose and strut as the girls snapped photos of each other.

It was a truly memorable time, just four girls hanging out, letting you completely recharge before the big All-Star weekend. And more importantly, not thinking about William.

Instead, you decided to dress up nicely, going all out on hair and makeup before a lovely dinner at the restaurant. And amidst girl talk and glamour, you couldn't resist taking a few more shots of how gorgeous you looked.

And tonight, you weren't working or surrounded by the hockey team. Tonight, you were y/n fucking y/l/n, and no one was going to keep you down.

After a couple more glasses of wine and an incredible four-course dinner, you felt a certain temptation to play a little with fire. Feeling a little too cocky, perhaps, and naturally encouraged by the girls, you decided to show your Instagram followers just how great you could look. In a bikini, in a towel, a tight dress – with the quote: "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." And as soon as you pressed post, the photos were out for the world to see.

Needless to say, it didn't take long before likes and comments flooded your Instagram: flirtatious messages, some even wanting to buy pictures from you, and more.

But what really stood out was the text you received from William about an hour later.

"Are you crazy? You can't post that, babe!"

Ah, so this was how you got his attention. He could ignore you after a fight, letting you walk away, but as soon as you showed a little skin on social media, he suddenly responded quickly. But you didn't feel like dealing with him right now. You were enjoying your time away, feeling satisfied with the pictures of yourself.

But William didn't let it go.

"Take that shit down! Now!" he persisted.

You tried your best to ignore him, focusing on your girls instead. But he wasn't having it.

"If this is just to get me mad and jealous, it's working, baby. OK!?"

You could feel a little smirk slowly creeping onto your lips, a sense of satisfaction at how you'd gotten him down on his knees. Yet a slight pang, just a small one, of regret also struck your heart.

You didn't truly want to upset William like that. All you wanted was for him to understand that you were your own person, not just an intern working tirelessly day and night to keep the hockey team and their managers happy.

And maybe, just maybe, it was also the fact that you had to keep your relationship a secret that challenged you both in many ways. But it was the relationship you both had chosen, and though it wasn't easy, you couldn't ignore the fact that you did love him.

Of course, you did. But for now, you were still mad at William and decided not to respond immediately. Instead, you ignored him, posted a few more photos of your girls' trip, before you turned your focus back to Toronto.

As soon as you were back in the city, you finally felt ready to reply to William's texts.

But not to apologise. Not yet, at least.

"Sorry babe, but you're not the boss of me."

You knew it was a risky message to send. For one, you didn’t know if William was still angry, and maybe this kind of text could push him to end things. And two, it could also push William to do something unexpected. Much like the time he fucked you against his window, or the time he got jealous because you went on a date with another guy, or on New Year's when he fucked you in the bathroom even though his team was around, or the latest incident at the MLSE Gala Event when he fucked you in the wardrobe. William definitely had the audacity to act impulsively.

"Get to my place when you're back. Need to talk to you."

And. you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the message.

"Only if you ask nicely," you simply replied.

"This is me asking nicely.”

"Well, that's not good enough."

Though you felt content about standing your ground and not letting him dictate what you should do, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of sadness. You truly didn't want things to end like this, but you were also convinced that you didn’t need to apologise for anything. You were a strong and independent woman, and he needed to realise that.

But as you were unpacking and tidying up your place to prepare for another hectic work week, you were suddenly interrupted by a forceful knock on your door.

Maybe Clara had forgotten to give you something?

But it wasn't Clara. As soon as you unlocked the door, it was forced open by none other than William. Without hesitation, he walked straight past you and into your living space. His tense body language exuded nothing but annoyance, and his facial expression lacked any hint of a smile.

"Willy! You can't just barge in here like that," you told him with as much confidence as you could muster, closing the door behind you. "I can't do this again right now."

"Well, you have to," he spoke back firmly, turning to face you. He wasn't exactly angry, he wasn't shouting, but he held a stern facial expression, and you knew you had to meet his strong composure. "Because I'm not okay with what you did on that trip."

"Well, I don't care. I did what I did, alright? Get over it!"

"You know I can't do that," he took a step closer to you, standing so close that you could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. "You did exactly what I said you would... something stupid. Don't you know that everyone can see what you posted? And how the media will react."

"Of course, I know that, Willy. I'm not an idiot!"

"Then why are you acting like one?"

"I don't know!" you suddenly heard yourself admit, completely out of breath. "Maybe I just felt like it – maybe I just wanted to show that I was more than just some stupid little intern that nobody takes seriously."

William's expression frowned a little, and then his voice rose. "You don't think anybody takes you seriously? y/n, you have the entire world in front of you, and you're ruining it for yourself. Everyone admires you, compliments your work every single day. You could go anywhere after this; do you even know that?"

"Oh no, don't you dare make this about me and my career, when we both know that you're just pissed because I posted those photos, and you got all jealous."

"Of course, I got jealous!"

"Then just fucking trust me!”

As if that was the last button you could press, William suddenly used his size to his leverage, guiding you to step backward until your back met the door. And then he clashed his lips onto yours, his hands holding your face as he pulled you close to him.

And though you tried to push him away, trying to catch your breath, William just pulled you back in again. Eager to have his tongue taste yours, he bit down on your lower lip and forced it to enter, past your lips and into your warmth.

It was sloppy and messy, yet passionate. You could feel how much he desired to have you close to him, and though you tried to convince your mind that you wanted him to let go, you failed. Instead, almost instinctively, you wrapped your hands around his neck, welcoming his embrace and the taste of his tongue on yours.

William's hands moved to support himself against the door, with a hand on either side of your head, as the intensity of the kiss increased. Air was stolen from your lungs, as his mouth hungrily exploring yours as if he had been starved for days.

And so had you. Though you had been angry with him, furious about the way he had acted, you immediately fell under his spell again. Feeling the warmth of him so near had you once more surrendering to his love.

Breaking the kiss, both of you breathed heavily, and William rested his forehead against yours. "So, you don’t think I’m the boss of you?" he inquired darkly, prompting you to look intensely up at him, biting your lip, and gently shake your head.

Flashbacks of your first night together at this place coursed through your mind as that had been another time when William had acted out of jealousy, and you were beyond intrigued to find out what he had in mind for you this time.

You couldn’t even think twice before he hoisted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, where he not so carefully dropped you. Clothes were quickly discarded from your body, as William had no intention of spending much time on that part, and shortly you found yourself fully naked in front of him.

His eyes stared intensely down at you as he stood before the bed, taking in every inch of you, only breaking his gaze when he pulled his shirt over his head. His baggy jeans followed suit, and you had to do your best to control your breath as you followed his every move.

You could see how his member must be throbbing, tucked away in his boxers as he knelt onto the mattress between your legs, leaning over and once again connecting your lips, pushing you down.

William asserted his dominance, pinning your hands firmly down beside your head as he pressed his hardness against your eager core.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured huskily in your ear. "I can feel how wet you are through my boxers."

"Yes, Willy," you moaned softly. "I'm dripping for you..."

Your voice, though strong, betrayed your neediness, signalling your readiness to be taken.

You were almost surprised by how quickly he had changed your mind, but not entirely. The moment his lips met yours again, you remembered exactly why you loved him, and you didn't care what anyone else thought anymore.

Then breaking the kiss, William left you breathless once more as he shed his last piece of clothing, returning to you in missionary position. He guided your hands above your head, intertwining your fingers as the tip of his cock teased your entrance.

"Say you're mine..."

"I'm all yours."

With one forceful thrust, William buried himself deep inside you, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. Pulling back almost entirely, he then plunged back in, creating a loud slap of skin meeting skin.

"Damn right," he muttered, picking up the pace, his hips rocking and driving into you with determination. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his hips, granting him better access.

You lost yourself in the intensity of his thrusts, your moans escaping you uncontrollably as he pounded into you with a rapid rhythm. It was both forceful and passionate, William showing you just how much he craved you, relishing in the sound of your incoherent cries. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Oh, Willy, fuck... feels so good," you moaned, feeling your orgasm building.

But then, he pulled back, releasing your hands and placing your calves on his shoulders before leaning over and driving back into you, hitting your deepest spots with precision. Your hands found his strong arms, gripping tightly as he continued his relentless assault, thrusting hard and fast, almost overstimulating you with pleasure as you cried out in ecstasy.

"Oh, Willy... I'm gonna come..." you practically screamed as he showed no signs of slowing down, your nails digging into his skin.

"Fuck, come for me, baby!" he urged, his words lost in the cacophony of skin slapping against skin.

And with his encouragement, you let out a loud cry, your head falling back into the pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your screams filled the room as he ruthlessly fucked you through your intense orgasm, your juices soaking the sheets beneath you.

Then as he released your legs from his shoulders, he leaned down to your neck, his hand finding your throat to put a light pressure on. And his breath was hot against your skin as he murmured between moans. "That's it, baby..."

"Yes," you breathed out, feeling yourself surrendering completely to the moment of passionate rough sex. Sweat coated his skin as he continued his vigorous movements, lost in the heat of the moment.

"I want to tell the fucking world that you're mine, baby... only mine."

In the haze of pleasure, your overstimulated brain struggled to grasp every sensation as you were overwhelmed by yet another orgasm, and your lips moved instinctively to respond to William's words. "Yes, Willy... tell them."

Feeling the tightness of your muscles around him, William let out a deep grunt as he surrendered to his own climax. Without warning, he released his cum inside you, his hips rocking a few more times to ensure he emptied himself completely, before finally stilling.

For a moment, you both remained still, allowing yourselves to catch your breath and regain your strength. William could feel your cunt pulsating around his cock, your shared wetness between you a testament to the intensity of your encounter.

It was hot. Messy and hot.

The air felt heavy in the little space of your home, as you looked deeply into each other’s eyes and silently found comfort. You lingered with him inside you a little longer, running your fingers through his thick, sticky hair before offering a shy smile.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say, the words carrying more weight than you had anticipated. William's response was immediate.

"Me too, baby... I'm so sorry," he echoed, his sincerity evident in his voice.

It felt necessary for both of you to vocalise your regrets, acknowledging where you stood with each other. Yet, there was still a sense that more needed to be discussed.

After William withdrew from you slowly and you both quickly cleaned up, you returned to the bed and nestled under the duvet. Resting your head on his chest, you traced gentle patterns on his skin with your fingertips.

"I meant what I said," he suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "I want to tell everyone."

You regarded him intensely, unsure of how to react as you processed his words. But before you could respond, he continued.

“I’m not sure I can do this, y/n… I hate myself for feeling this way, but all I want is to show how much I love you.”

His gaze drifted away from you as he spoke, his eyes fixating on the ceiling before returning to meet yours.

You stretched out your arms, observing the beautiful man beneath you. “I know you love me, Willy. You don’t have to shout it to the world for me to hear you,” you whispered softly.

His thumb traced gentle circles on your arm as he attempted to speak again, but then something unexpected happened. A solitary tear escaped from the corner of his eye. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

Though his voice remained steady, his eyes betrayed his vulnerability.

“You’ll never lose me, Willy,” you reassured him, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his lips. “Not to anyone. No matter what.”

He took a deep breath as he gazed into your eyes, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Seems like you were right…” he finally managed to form a light smile. “I’ll never be the boss of you, baby, because you’ll always have the power over me. Whether I like it or not.”

You couldn’t help but return his soft smile.

“Well, then I suppose I should use this power for good rather than evil,” you chuckled lightly. “I love you, Willy.”

It was the perfect ending to a situation you had hoped would never happen. Yet, in a way, it also felt as if it had brought you both much closer.

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