#i dont think icy is either

[araigumaaa]

solo writing my half of the world without supervision and im getting too close to my own feelings. and i'm writing about an organization-

I also feel like i should mention that its kinda about religion?? but i feel like that was gotten from the mention of angels and such? but i just want to make sure ppl also know that i have not read the bible before and i also dont plan to as of right now.

[justablah56]

In one of the Talking Dads episodes, Beth said that the root of heartbreak is confusion. Anyway, do you think Nicky ever really understood why Terry Jr betrayed him? Not just logically about the Doodler and Hell, but on an emotional level. Do you think Terry ever really understood why he did it either?

icy :(

[cdmodule]

If Clock gets out next episode I'll actually be inconsolable. You guys will have to send healing prayers and everything

[paiges-1vur]

use me… as always enjoy loves <3 (pt. 1)

it had been a long and tiring game. you watched paige the whole time from the crowd, cheering her on but ultimately realizing something was up with her. she was playing exceptionally, which was usual for her, but something about her body language was… off. you couldnt quite place your finger on it. not tired, or annoyed either. either way, it was a long and physically demanding game.

when you meet paige after the game, things are definitely off. instead of pulling her into a big bear hug per usual, paige gave you a quick hug before placing her hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the arena. as your walking out in silence, you speak up. “paige are you okay? you played so well but something seems.. just up” you hope that shes not hiding anything from you. she can always tell you anything.

her body language immediately changes and becomes more closed off and she slightly stiffens at this. she coughs slightly, walking up to the car door and opening it for you. she sighs, “can we just talk- um,” she tiredly runs a hand over her forehead before continuing “yea.. when we get home baby?” you can tell shes burnt out and exhausted from such a long and physically demanding game so you just smile and comply. you know paige didnt mean to act this way after a game, but sometimes she was just too tired to function.

the car ride home was almost silent. you sat in the passenger seat, paiges hand resting on your thigh for the whole drive. you could tell she was being worked to her limits, and her body was paying the price.

as soon as you got to the apartment paige dragged you into the bedroom, slightly shoving you down onto the bed, climbing on-top of you. she watches you as she pushes you down onto the bed, loving how you’re so willing to do whatever she wants. “now… im going to use you like a good girl. you wouldnt mind that, would you?” she says out of nowhere, knowing youll fold under her gaze. she raises her eyebrows slightly waiting for a response, her smirk making your stomach churn. you swallow and shake your head slightly. “i dont mind.. arent you tired baby?” she grins as you say you think shes too tired. she climbs over you, straddling your hips and looking down at you from above. she gently pins your arms down to the bed. “oh I know you’ll enjoy it. you’re going to do whatever i say, right?”

you hesitate for a moment before nodding your head slightly. seeing paige like this, so dominant was something else. she can see the slight hesitation and grins knowing that you’re pushing your limits a bit. she leans down gently running her thumb against your cheek as she speaks gently in your ear. “good girl. its okay if you feel a little nervous, but you’ll do what i say, won’t you?” you look her in the eyes. her eyes arent the same ocean blue they usually are, but instead are a dark icy blue, trapping you under her gaze. “ill do anything” you whisper.

paige grins at your obedience loving how you say that youll do anything. she laughs softly her hands gently tracing up and down your waist. she leans down hovering over you and whispering into your ear. “good girl.. just relax for me. im going to make you feel so good. just be a good girl for me okay” she laughs again loving how you’re so obedient like this. she gently takes both of your wrists into one of her hands pinning them above your head. with her other hand, she gently runs it down the side of your body, going up under your shirt. “so quiet, huh? come on i want to hear your pretty noises…”

you let out a shakey sigh as her hand travels up you waist and goes under your shirt daring to travel upwards. her touch is already driving you insane. paige grins as she watches the reactions you let out to her touch. she slowly moves her hand up feeling the skin of your waist, your ribs, and finally up towards your bra. “oh just wait… ill have you making all kinds of noises by the end of this…” paiges dirty talk elicits a deep whine from the back of your throat. she laughs softly at your response, continuing to travel her hand up under your shirt gently running her cold fingers against the skin exposed from your bra, and stomach. “oh baby… this is only the start. youll take it for me, won’t you?” she grins, loving how weak you sound right now.

you shut your eyes and pulled your button lip between your teeth, nodding your head. “please, no- teasing” you manage to get out between gasps and deep breaths. she smirks, watching you struggle with holding back your reactions to her touch. she loves the way you look with your eyes shut, your lip between your teeth. “oh no no… i’m going to tease you. im going to make you squirm and beg for me…” she moves her hand back down to your waist, tracing her fingertips gently up and down your skin. “please paige, need it now i cant wait” you say, starting to get worked up over this unreleased tension.

she laughs softly, feeling the desperation in your voice as you say that you need it now. she moves her hand up to caress the side of your face, gently running her thumb over your cheek. “needy girl huh? so cute, you’ll have to be more patient baby. beg for it.” her words are cold, and her fingers are moving in slow teasing movements making your brain go fuzzy. “please paige, i need you now” you beg for her, craving her fingers, wanting her inside of you. you slowly rub your thighs together, hoping to create some friction. she watches your body as you squirm, loving how badly you are wanting her. she gently moves her hand up between your legs parting them, and going up to rub on your thighs. “oh I know you need it, but I want to hear you beg for it” she grins, knowing you’re going to crack soon.

[satoruhour]

*runs in*

colllege athlete!au where jjk men see you in their varsity jacket and just goes batshit crazy. They defo win the game afterwards and fuck you in it, best orgasm of your life.

*runs out*

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a/n: MY LORD .......................... YOU JUST UNLOCKED SUM IN ME ICY !!!!! discussions of p -> v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, oral f! receiving, name calling, semi-public sex, long LONG post

gojo would def be the one to suggest it at first. hes even offering to buy two jackets just for you but then youre like “but i dont want you to waste money satoru... plus i want it to smell like you..!” omg that makes gojo cum on the spot lmfao. but is mostly caught off guard when you first wear it - it happens when its the half time of the game and his team is not doing particularly well bc he made u a little upset the night before and he felt bad :( youve been on his mind for the whole game and hes so distracted poor boy. but u also think you were being a little childish in how you reacted, so youre stealing his varsity jacket way earlier than he leaves and hes so confused when that morning he cant find it. shows up to the game in another jacket and got an earful from his coach that no one really likes, and bc theyre doing so badly, at half time the coach didnt want to meet with them for pep talk either. boo fuck the coach but anyway, youre rushing down to the lockets and whatnot in his jacket. feels like straight out of a movie dude omg. that troy and gabriella shit bc gojo is dragged outside and is hugging you close and muttering apologies into your neck, kissing u all over sigh. its gotten him a big boost of adrenaline tho! and as the star player of his team a lot of his teammates feed off of his energy. gojo is the last to leave the locker room, wanting to have a little more time with you. he twirls you around and admires you in his large jacket and makes out with you until he hears the buzzer from outside LOL. gives u a deep kiss, “ill win and fuck you good later, alright princess?” “go get ’em, satoru. i’ll be here always.”

yeah he def fucked you good later on, making you strip out of everything but his jacket and pounded u nice and good in the locker room long after everyone left. made you ride him on the benches, ate you out as you sat on the benches and kept thanking u for being his lucky charm thru all his matches. the grip on your hips were so heavy they were pprobably bruised, and the clanking of the lockers were so noisy it was a wonder you two werent caught. “that’s right, baby— taking my cock like the good girl you are,” you’re pushed up against the university lockers and railed into from brhind, sticking his fingers into your mouth as he made u arch your back in that varsity jacket of his. ooh lord. brought you out on a winning date and fucked u in his car, fucked you back at his home all the while wearing his jacket !!!!!!!

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geto has never thought of it personally, but he wonders about it one day, thinking bout you in it without anything and he gets hard as heeellllll. has been wantin to put you in it for the longest time but just didnt have the opportunity to - youre always prepared with a cardigan or jacket of your own or you simply just dont get cold much to suguru’s dismay. so when you’re shivering one day before a game (sometimes they would watch the match before to get a sense of the two teams, and also bc you wanted to travel light handed for the date geto was going to bring you to after), geto’s so so quick to offer up his varsity jacket before you can think of any counter to it. but what you dont tell him is that youve been “avoiding” in a way, just bc you know if u get access to his jacket he will never. get. it. back. you have a knack for stealing his clothes bc geto smells good good and youre addicted to his scent. but either way youre trying not to gasp at the largeness of the jacket ... 🙏 same girl. you’re slipping one arm and then the other, wrapped in the safeness of geto’s jacket and hes trying so hard to show u that he isnt shivering LMFOAOAAOAO thank god the match was ending already and his team was up next. gojo only nods towards you later in the locker room as you stay thru their coach’s talk, smiling sickly bc he just knew what his best friend was going to do afterwards.

soon enough he can hear the cheers of the spectators flood his ears but hes only focused on you running up to him from the bleachers and hugs you close in his sweaty body (which u protest against and laugh about), but hes whispering “you dont mind though, right baby?” yeah you DEF dont mind it when he pulls you into the janitor’s closet and his body is grinding against yours. “was so hard playing through the game, yknow how difficult that is?” you reply back with i cant imagine with a giggle and let him do whatever he wants to you: hes so impatient he cant pull his game pants down all the way and the same goes for you. both your bottoms are stuck atound your thighs, and youre trying to stay quiet in that squeezy closet. it’s hard. youre so wet you dont exactly need foreplay, just maybe some brief fingering which has you whining into his neck and he slips in after. fucks you until the pails and cleaning supplies are falling to the floor and youre hoping to take off the varsity jacket but he refrains you from it, loving the way ur white shirt is turning wet from all your sweat. it’s sloppy, disgusting, juices spurting everywhere and youre so tight from your pressed-together thighs. i guess he has no choice but to put you in a mating press too and he goes so deeeep in that position you moan out loud. “yeah— made to take my cock like a slut, ain’t ya? only natural when you’re lookin’ so good in my jacket.” getos gross and u love it.

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nanami fits better as an alumni whos come back for a friendly current students vs alumni match. hes entering the gym with haibara and his two annoying seniors gojo and geto and while they talk a lot of crap theyre great players. nanami comes up to greet you since youre still their manager and hes one year above you. dating across years is a little difficult esp with how nanami was in his last year of uni, and now that hes looking for work while u finish your last year .... it’s hectic thats for sure, but u guys make it work perfectly fine bc nanami prioritises you a lot!! but late youve been busy with midterms and him with settling in with his new job that he almost forgot about today’s match. is met with nostalgia the first time he steps intothe gym again but he never expected you to wear the varsity jacket that’s stuffed deep into your closet. frankly it doesnt fit him at all any mroe but you thought it to be fitting to wear it in this once in a lifetime match (bc hes just so busy!!!! to book a date w/ nanami is like going to the army dawg). nanami’s jaw drops when u first step foot into the gym and oh my god youre going to be the umpire too? he is going to become too distracted, instantly taken back to the many many times hes gotten you trapped in the gym bathroom with his cock in your mouth, or the time you ride him in the empty gym in the corner (it was late at night!!!!), or also the time right after his loss where he took all his anger and frustration out on you, jersey between his teeth as he uses you. something switched in nanami that day when u expressed how much u liked the roughness tee hee. surprisingly hes even more focused, in a way of proving something to himself bc he can probably count on everyone’s hands the number of times hes missed a cue from a teammate before when he was still in school just cause u were wearing his jacket 😭😭😭 man you dont even need to be in the jacket! thats how obsessed he is with u!!!

shoots you a small smile after each point and is trying to hard not to run to you to get a good job kiss. also finds the fact that youre judging appropriately and not showing biasness just cause nanami’s on one team really really hot! the way you call the shots, give the accurate penalties and that booming voice of yours echoing thru out the gym ..... youre so good at being umpire that even the juniors cant deny they lost fair and square and not just cause youre nanami’s girl. altho bc you two are so good at hiding they dont rlly suspect anything until hes kissing you - something that even he isnt that comfy with but he just needed to show off !!!!! that isnt the case when later he has you back in the gym, reminiscent of that one time!!! but nanami found it so hot, hes backing you back up into the quiet gym, illuminated by the moonlight. its way late after dinner and the uni students have gone back to their dorm already while the alumni has departed for their homes and its just you. thank god the gym is also located in a place that is a little secluded and disconnected from the campus so it isnt long before youre both making out against the walls of the gym, moans and sounds echoing in the large hall. “just like old times?” “yeah. except ill be taking my time with you” yeah, u take ur time indeed: the gargling of your mouth and groans of nanami is so disgustingly filthy, slobbering all over his dick and he also eats you out on the floor. when he stretches u out with his fingers you can hear yourself bc youre so wet that you drip to the floor. but none of u give a shit when you settle atop nanami and start riding him needily, bouncing and moaning out his name. the way the sounds of your slapping skin makes it way back to is gross!!!! but so hot!!!! its so lewd !!! you get tired soon enough and nanami thrusts up into you with whispers of ur name in the gym. u do that hot thing where you pull up your shirt and pull down ur bra so your tits r spilling out .... OOOOOOHH it gets nanami cumming instantly, esp with the large frame of the varsity jacket on you that he cums more than usual <3333

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toji, rather than a player, is a coach for the team. youre the manager whos helping with all the admin stuff and waterbottles/towels and with moral in the team - kind of like kiyoko and yachi in hq, but when u show up always no one knows whose varsity jacket youre wearing. they all speculate between themselves and have their thoughts but the team members never suspect that it’s their own coaches one. it looks too similar to the team’s with no name on the back, the sewing is exactly the same and the small logo of their team takes its place on the left breast as usual. but they never bother to check the inside where toji has made a large blotched ‘T’ on the label and your name squeezed in on the underside. toji loves to see it on you, esp in games and while hed love to see it on you outside of it he cant run the risk that he’s dating the manager. but he also especially loves it when you surprise him at home: wearing his jacket with nothing but your panties, prancing around and doing chores as he comes back from another gruelling match. ohhhh the things he’d do to you... but the best is when you do it in public. that changes the whole game

you’re helping with practice here and there, picking up the stray shuttlecocks/volleyballs/whatever sport around the gym as they practice their drills, but toji realises you dont reach over and bend like you usually do - normally youd do it when you know toji’s the only one to be standing behind you so he can see your panties under the short skirt but you dont do ANYTHING so he wonders if he did smtg wrong. but also you’re squatting down to pick up things? it’s only later when you saunter up to him as his team is distracted and you unzip the jacket just a little and he gets the glimpse of the lingerie set he bought you and very very riskily bringing his hand down to your centre where you’re bare. toji groans to himself when he feels that youre already so wet, playing with your folds just barely until his student calls out to him and youre both shocked out of your daze. “you’re in for it, doll.” takes u to the equipment room, and fucks right after dismissing the team. “doing this typa shit in front of the boys? dirty girl.” youre holding onto the shelves of the equipment and it’s rattling so much that things are tethering so close to the edge, it’s insanity. the sight of his cock disappearing into you while you wear that short skirt is just pure serotonin for him, plus your moans echo a lot throughout the room along with the slapping of ur skin. stuffs the collar of the varsity jacket into your mouth to keep you quiet as he cums in you <3333 “look at that...” sighs when he removes his cock from you and cum drips to the floor, “my pretty manager.”

OKAY BYE . I NEED TO BE SPAYED.

[mymoshangthoughts]

oki i know we've all just chosen to accept that beatings are a part of demon mating culture and like, i dont think thats 100% wrong, but also thinking about linguang-jun's reaction to seeing shang qinghua beaten at the ascension incident, im kinda hesitant to fall into it 100%

oki my biggest defense for it being a demon-culture thing is that sha hualing didn't show any disagreement when mobei jun suggested "three beatings a day" in that particularly hilarious conversation, but that's honestly pretty thin. we know that she loves binghe and she never makes any attempt to fight him or to have him fight her. if anything, she strives to avoid it

there's also the possibility that the 'beating' that linguang-jun witnessed the conclusion of was a particularly unromantic one via demon standards. he saw shang qinghua and said "oh you were clearly displeased with him" so mayyybbee there's something to the pattern of bruises that speaks to intent but again, that's pretty thin

so might i suggest, from my humble little insane brain, that rather than beatings being a demon-culture thing, mobei jun is just fucking weird

oki bear with me oki but i rlly like this idea a lot LOL

im not even saying that mobei jun is a sadist (altho def not opposed to that), im saying that my socially awkward icy demon lord just straight up has no good concept of how to get the attention of his intended and this is sincerely his best effort. there's no research, no demon custom, no human custom, it's just mobei jun desperately screaming "look at meeeeeee pleaaassseeee" in his own extremely unique way that fucking no one understands

i would defend that this is likely due to his fucked up childhood and trust issues. like maybe linguang-jun isolated him to such an extent that mobei-jun winds up relatively divorced from his own culture for courting and doesnt even fucking know the first thing about it. maybe he has some twisted history of "look the only time i was shown affection was during martial training, which were basically beatings, so beatings = affection, yeah?" or maybe he's just so stupid and desperate that he has no fucking idea and no real plan, he's just trying to get shang qinghua's attention by any means necessary

i sort of like a mixture of all of the above. like linguang jun was the only person who showed him more typical signs of affection, and that was the prelude to betrayal. so mobei jun doesnt trust those types of affectionate gestures. but when he received martial training, either from his uncle or in one of the handful of times he'd seen his father, it was at least useful. like he can remember getting beaten and know there was an honesty to it. beating him made him stronger, being strong helped him to survive, it was the truest affection he's received in his life. and look, mobei jun hasn't exactly put all of that together all of that in as many words, but the effect is long lasting. and not all of shang qinghua's beatings were out of affection either. ultimately, there's this suspicious as fuck cultivator who's groveling at his feet and mobei-jun isnt exactly keen on humanity to begin with. and with shang qinghua prone to more typical shows of affection, the way his uncle was before the Betrayal? he's not going to be tricked again! he'll beat the human into submission to prove that he's strong and he's not a small defenseless child anymore who can be so ruthlessly abandoned! but then he really does start to develop feelings for shang qinghua and really does want his attention and qinghua simply wont look at him. sure, he'll throw out a million words of groveling and acting pathetic, but what does any of that even fucking mean?! does qinghua only see him as a king? does qinghua even see him as that or is he waiting for a chance to betray him? how can he get shang qinghua's attention? how can he keep him? and so he thinks about his only fond memories of 'affection' and starts the habit of beating qinghua lightly three times a day. it's gotta work. it totally has to work. it MUST be working, bc qinghua just told the demon emperor that acting pathetic is a way of showing affection!!! SO CLEARLY QINGHUA MUST LOOK AT HIM NOW RIGHT?!!? but their relationship just doesnt seem to be progressing and after the qinghua saves him from falling, mobei jun now has a brand new "height of being show affection" memory to cling to but its... very much the opposite of his memories of being beaten. and a whole lot better too. being caught by shang qinghua and protected in that way has his heart thudding every time he remembers it and suddenly beating qinghua has lost its appeal. how can he do something for qinghua that matches that feeling??? because now it feels poultry to offer qinghua mere beatings when those barely even seem enjoyable for qinghua anyway??? and he doesnt particularly enjoy qinghua acting pathetic for him either, even if he knows theres affection behind the gesture, and qinghua always acts extra pathetic during beatings so thats another reason to lay off. so mobei jun is in the middle of contemplating this shit and stops beating qinghua so much when suddenly its time for his ascension ceremony and he drags qinghua there with him and now qinghua is talking about leaving him and mobei jun's heart just about shatters. is it because he laid off on the beatings? is it because qinghua was always planning to betray him, the way he always feared? is it because mobei jun misread this whole thing? in front of his dead fathers door, a man who never gave much of a fuck about him, while anticipating the arrival of his horrible uncle, vulnerable and reminded of every reason he's never trusted traditional shows of intimacy and so he tells qinghua to fuck off, beats him without any affectionate intentions, and greets his uncle in heartbroken misery. but then qinghua COMES BACK WHEN HE NEEDS HIM and he apparently always hated the beatings which is a blow but also now QINGHUA IS LEAVING HIM AGAIN AND THIS IS HELL, MOBEI IS IN HELL RN.

and not to mention, he witnessed linguang-jun beating shang qinghua and suddenly, he doesnt even know why he ever thought beatings were all that affectionate either because this is horrible and he hates it and mobei jun is Not Equipped To Cope With Guilt, it's not something he's been trained in and he is not coping with ANY of this well tbh, not his uncle, not his heartbreak, and he just wants the familiarity of shang qinghua's normal pathetic behavior. something normal. something to ground him. but shang qinghua is not normal right now and he's still planning to LEAVE and mobei jun is all panic, no thoughts. and now shang qinghua is saying shit like "you only beat me cuz i was easy-going and weak" and ow? that hurts? and then shang qinghua is saying he was only ever indulging mobei jun and OW? THAT HURTS?! and mobei jun is prideful and in pain and upset so he's relying on familiar emotions. being angry. being prideful. being haughty. pretending he has any control over this situation. unsure how to act outside of their normal dynamic. unsure how to respond to this very different side of qinghua. but no matter what he says, qinghua is leaving. qinghua pinches his cheeks and insults him and calls him spoiled even when he's seen directly how his own uncle treats him and calls himself his father in front of the room where his father lies dead and yeah, it hurts when qinghua pinches his cheeks. not just the physical pain, but the knowledge that qinghua wants to hurt him. that hurts most of all and it's pathetic but mobei jun's head is swimming with the knowledge that maybe violence was never a good idea between them but what else can he do in this situation? he's completely out of his depth! so he threatens qinghua not to leave and he still LEAVES

so now he's trying to find qinghua and the entire time his mind is a complete mess of emotions because was he wrong all this time and qinghua cannot be gone, thats unacceptable, and what can he offer to make qinghua stay? how can he possibly not lose this person?? and the best he can think of is to let qinghua hurt him in return, let him get his licks in, and maybe that will help

but shang qinghua doesnt hit him when offered and qinghua seems a bit scared of him and for the first time ever that seems kinda fucking awful and mobei jun is out of his depth, but the warmth he feels when shang qinghua wont hit him is really... something. and maybe theres a lot more shows of affection he should be learning, like the feeling when someone could hit you but chooses not to. and look, he's starting from abysmal standards. and yeah, when shang qinghua suggests he cook for him that sounds weird and demeaning and mobei jun instinctively wants to turn it down

but when he thinks about how it might be a way to show affection that they both appreciate, he's really determined to see it through

anyway thats a verrrryyyyy long over-explanation as to why i dont think the beatings are demon culture, i think mobei jun is just a terminally awkward traumatized weirdo who doesnt know how to communicate

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for asking my coworker to stop giving me unsolicited advice?

this is really low stakes and petty workplace stuff, so sorry in advance lol

i work in the warehouse section of a furniture store. i work only 3 days a week due to disability. the coworker in question is a minor who has been working here a couple weeks longer than i have. i am an adult (almost 21) and this coworker is a highschooler (i think a senior but im not sure).

i am the only afab person in the warehouse area, though i am trans and use they/them pronouns. some of the other coworkers i have in the back are very.. condescending sometimes, but theyve either stopped or i can avoid them.

(examples: one of them wont let me talk if i try to have a conversation with him. he will active speak over me if i try to have a conversation with him. he does this to all the afab workers, but none of the amab ones so i avoid talking to him. another used to take what i was doing out of my hands and do it for me if he thought i was doing it wrong. he has since stopped, but i avoid asking him questions because he gets really condescending about answering them.)

this coworker in specific really grinds my gears for very silly and petty reasons (music taste, made a big deal abt my pronouns, leaving piles of cardboard that he wont let anyone touch while hes working but will leave before taking care of it, etc.) but recently he’s been giving me advice on how to do things that i am already doing.

for example, we recycle a specific kind of box to get reused by our shipping facility so they get set aside instead of put in the cardboard crusher. i will gather the cardboard from upstairs to take down, and while i am putting the specific boxes on the pile to be recycled he will pull me aside to remind me where the boxes go.

just today, i was opening and unboxing some containers and putting them in their place on the warehouse shelving. i was through more than half of the box when he came up to me and asked if i knew where the containers were supposed to go and then pointed them out to me.

i try my best to give this guy the benefit of the doubt because it feels really weird to have this one sided beef with a minor, but ive started getting icy with him because its frustrating when most of our interactions are him telling me how to do that things im already doing. next time he tried to give me advice, im debating telling him something along the lines of “appreciate the help, but i’ll ask you a question if i need help”

i think i might be the asshole bc i might be reading too much into the situation and he might be trying to genuinely help me (seeing as i work very few hrs a week and he probably works more than i do). but at the same time, i dont need someone who’s been working only barely longer than i have telling me how to do my job.

WIBTA if i asked him to stop?

What are these acronyms?

[fxlling13]

Because of you.

Dh!master x fem reader

Warnings: doctor is mean

Synopsis: the doctor has seemingly abandoned you even if you're right there with her.

My back ached as i leant awkwardly against a tree. Not just a normal tree either. Seeing as we were on an alien planet, this tree had green wood and leaves the were an ombre of gold and purple. As well as that, the wood itself seemed to be more solid and dense. For some reason, the doctor had stranded us here, saying she'd be back in an hour but, of course, her time management was awful.

"Dont think too hard, your brain might explode." A voice came from behind me, causing me to roll my eyes. As of late, the doctor had decided she needed to keep a closer eye on her best enemy. So here I was, stuck on an unknown planet with the master. An icy wind blew over, making me loose my train of thought.

"Ignoring me now? That's not very nice." Sighing, I looked over to him and crossed my arms. The male was stood a few feet away, coat long since abandoned on the tardis and sleeve rolled down for once. Probably due to the atmosphere. It was absolutely freezing. Though, we were alone here so I couldn't be too hard on the timelord. It wasn't his fault after all. Turning to him fully, I gave a close-lipped smile.

"Sorry, I was distracted." I said, rubbing my hands together subtly. He hummed, walking over and taking his place next to me.

"So, have you ever been here before?" Deciding to make conversation to pass the time, I asked him the simple question with genuine interest.

"No, actually. I'm pretty sure this was an orphan planet at one point." The master told me, looking around at the scenery. Brown grass was frosted but healthy and many plants could be seen.

"Doesn't look dead to me." Pursung his lips, the taller male nod and inched closer, though i didn't notice.

"Well, a fleet of silurians found it and brought it back to life." That made sense, seeing as they were big on all things nature. A shiver rippled through my body and I quickly zipped up my hoodie. If only the doctor let us prepare for this. She had other things, meaning other people, on her mind.

"Your cheeks are red." Feeling embarrassed, I glanced at the master, eyebrows furrowed.

"That's what happens when humans get cold." Again, he nod.

"Its cute. Us timelords, we don't work like that." Ignoring the second half of that sentence, i could feel the blush settling in. Why did him saying that make me so shy? During his time on board the tardis, he seemed to follow me around. That, I had noticed. But I merely thought it was his love for annoying me that made him do that. We had a movie night last week and he sat next to me. Just a coincidence, right? Or that one time he held my hand whilst running away from a pack of zygons. Just the heat of the moment surely. All of a sudden, I felt myself get pushed forward, away from the tree. Before I could complain, two arms wrapped around my sides; taking my hands in theirs then sliding them into the pockets of my hoodie. Looking up, the master looked back with a lazy grin.

"Dont even complain love, I don't have a coat and you're freezing." Knowing he was right, I relaxed back into his hold, basking in his natural body heat. Even though he wasn't the tallest man alive, he was the perfect height to hug. Shamefully, I had noticed this the first time we met. Back then, I found him to be quiet attractive. Not that I didn't now but, seeing as he was the doctors enemy, I tried not to think such things. More wind blew and I pressed myself against him more. Not minding, the master gave my hand a quick squeeze.

"Where is she? In what world is this an hour? Its been, what, three at this point? Ridiculous." He tutted, clearly fed up by this point. So was I.

"She's with yaz, master." Confused, he stared down at me as I rested my head back to meet his peircing eyes.

"Have you not noticed, in all your time with us?"

"Noticed what?" He asked, clearly oblivious to the blossoming romance.

"The only thing the doctor pays any attention to now is yaz. Not me, not even you. Since they got together, it's consumed her." My tone was slightly bitter over this whole situation.

"And, you know, I don't blame her. I'd love to have a relationship. But its gotten to the point where the rest of us don't matter. Hell, even Dan left." I continued. Hearing the master scoff, I glanced up once again.

"That's what keeping her so distracted? She does this every time." Shocked that he didn't see this, I asked-

"You really didn't notice? They're pretty obvious." Grinning, he shrugged a little.

"I was only ever focusing on you." Face heating up, I looked away quickly and listened as he laughed a little. The cold was getting worse the later it got and my body was shaking at this point.

"She'll never hear the end of this. Making you suffer whilst she has her play dates." He muttered, glaring at nothing in particular.

"Even I considered leaving but there's nothing for me at home. Now, there's nothing for me here either. She barely registers that I'm there." I didn't mean to get choked up, but tears gathered in the corners of my eyes and my voice wavered.

"Maybe I should just go home. I'm not needed here anymore. Y'know, people always told me I was the second choice." Maybe it was the cold, making me ramble on about the things that had been building up for a while. Pressing my lips together, I let out a quiet sniffle. Instantly, I was turned around and pulled into the masters hold properly. His arms were wrapped around me tightly and, on instinct, I buried my face into the crook of his neck. Tears ran down my cheeks but he didn't seem to mind.

"Dont say that. You're not a second choice. Just because that idiot woman is love struck, doesn't mean you're worth any less." The master spoke softly, rubbing my back which both soothed me and created extra heat.

"You're the reason I agreed to her idea. The only reason I followed you around was because I wanted to be near you." Stunned at his admittance, I lifted my head just enough to look at him. Just by reading his expression, I could see it was sincere.

"Could of just come to me normally."

"Most humans push me away." Resting my head back down again, I gripped onto his shirt weakly.

"I won't. I like your company." It was true. This insane, genocidal man brought me comfort.

"I'll remember you said that, sweetheart." The pet name just caused me to smile. Beginning to feel light headed, I went slightly limp and the master cursed under his breath.

"Try to stay awake, I'm trying to contact her." Knowing he meant with his mind, the doctor was most likely Ignoring him. Like always. He kept grumbling about how ignorant and careless she was. Agreeing mentally, I perked up once hearing the familiar engines of the tardis. Out she came, placing her hands on her hips dramatically.

"What are you whining about? I've only been gone a little while!" The doctor almost yelled, clearly annoyed that he'd been contacting her.

"A little? It's been three hours and you damn well know the conditions of this planet!" He spoke through gritted teeth, glaring at the blonde lady. She just scoffed.

"You're fine! Honestly. You're so dramatic." The sound of her voice became muffled as my body finally gave out. Luckily, the master felt this and lifted me with ease before giving the doc a deadly stare.

"Get out of the way." Eyes wide, she turned on her heal and walked back into her ship, him barging past. Completely ignoring yazs' calls, he was glad to find the tardis had moved my room closer. Pushing the door open with his foot, he was quick to place me down on the bed before pulling the covers up.

"I'll be right back." He smiled before leaving me to get comfortable. The bed was cosy and the duvet brought instant warmth. Not enough though.

The master made his way into the kitchen and began boiling milk. Drumming his fingers against the marble surface, he felt eyes on the back of his head.

"So, did you have fun on your little date, doctor?" Hearing her come closer, she leant against the counter and glared up at him.

"I was, until you got in the way. You know, when you agreed to this I thought you'd be easy for once." Disbelief was written all over his face.

"Your companion was suffering."

"She's stronger than you think." She retorted to his statement. Trying to calm himself down, the master chuckled bitterly.

"No, I know how strong she is. However, when someone collapses in my arms, that tells me they're suffering." Huffing, the doctor threw her arms up in a sort of defeated manner.

"Okay, so I miscalculated time." Pouring the hot milk into the cup, the master reached I to the cupboard to grab the hot chocolate powder.

"Why are you drinking that?" Rolling his eyes at her question, he carried on with making the drink.

"Its not for me." He muttered, hunting around for marshmallows. Realising who is was for, the blonde blinked in confusion.

"(Y/n) likes hot chocolate?" The master picked up the mug and looked to her with a blank expression.

"I've been here two months and I know your companion far better than you do."

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"Here you go." Sitting up, I smiled as the master handed me the perfect cup of hot chocolate. Actually, too perfect. There was seven mini marshmallows floating on top. Exactly how I made it.

"You remembered." I said, simpering at the action that warmed my heart. Coming to sit beside me, he just smirked. Looking smug as ever.

"Of course I did. You make it every time we get back from an outing." Sipping it, I felt content. I had also noticed it was made in my favourite mug.

"Do you need anything?" Humming, I looked up at him and nod immediately. The master stood up, ready to assist but looked perplexed once I'd moved over so I was on the other side of the bed.

"Sit. Stay." Raising his eyebrows, he chuckled and sat down properly. I lifted his arm up and slipped into his hold easily. Almost too easily.

"You needed this?" He asked, thumbing my waist gently. I nod and relaxed completely, my hands holding the mug snug to my chest.

"She's going to come look for me." The master reminded me. Reaching over, I pat the ship affectionately.

"Keep her away, please." Letting of a sound of agreement, I knew I'd been listened to. Finishing my drink, I placed it down then curled up. I felt instantly better and arms circled around me and pulled me in closer.

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A few days later, I was sitting in the console room, reading a book peacefully. I'd been given a half hearted apology from the doctor but that didn't matter to me.

"What are you reading?" Looking up from my page, I smiled at the master and nodded for him to sit next to me. Explaining the Elizabethan literature to him, we began discussing the book in detail. It was nice to finally have someone to talk to. My head rested against his shoulder as we spoke, a calming atmosphere in the air. Unfortunately, we were disturbed once the doctor bounded in with yaz hot on her trail.

"So I'm thinking Trellon? Beautiful planet. Full of unique buildings, exotic markets and-"

"And one of the most deadly royal guards in that part of the galaxy." The master interrupted, looking unamused.

"We'll be fine as long as we don't do anything disruptive." She waved him off, inputing the coordinates into the system. Sighing, the male got up and went to her side.

"Are we sure you'll be okay then?" Letting out a gasp, she seemed almost offended.

"I'm not that bad." He just shrugged. I joined them and looked at her. Seeing the look on my face, I didn't miss the vexed expression.

"Yes you have time to go change. The climate is like that of your home. Lukewarm." Nodding, I left and went into my room. Opting to wear a baggy jumper, short skirt and boots. Making sure my hair was brushed, I felt the tardis land and sprinted back to the console room. Yaz smiled at me and walked over to the door with the doc.

"Ready?" The master held his hand out for me and I took it happily.

Around ten minutes later, we arrived at a huge outdoor market. Different spices and other aromatic smells hung in thr air.

"Now then. Don't wonder off too far and don't get into trouble." The doctor lectured, gazing at one individual in particular. The male besides me held his hands up in defence.

"I make no promises." He chuckled before pulling me off into the crowed. Seemingly excited, I gripped onto his hand, sharing his energy. It was like he was looking for something, inspecting each stall we passed by.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, gazing round in wander. It was extremely busy and the people were dressed up extravagantly.

"Theres this drink. Think, hot chocolate meets cinnamon and maple an-"

"Christmas?" Grinning, he nod and finally came to a halt.

"Yes! Exactly." The master picked up two round, bowl like mugs and handed me one. It was loaded with cream and some sort of sprinkles. Honestly, it looked amazing.

"Try it. You won't be disappointed." Listening to him, I took a sip but only got the cream. Huffing, the masters laugh caught me off guard so I looked up to him.

"What?" Instead of replying, he stepped forward and used his thumb to wipe my nose off gently.

"Try again." Giggling slightly, I took a proper drink this time and my eyes widened at the flavour.

"Good right?" Nodding eagerly, I pointed over to a small box on the counter.

"What's that?" Checking what I was looking at, the master grabbed them and opened it up. Inside were an assortment of colourful tiny blocks. Tilting my head, I watched as he picked one up one and held it to my lips. Giving him a sceptical look, he sighed.

"They're truffles. The sweet kind, not the mushrooms." Taking his word for it, I opened my mouth and was delighted to find it tasted like roasted, caramelised hazelnuts.

"You should trust me by now dear." He spoke almost sadly. Placing the mug down, I hugged his waist tightly.

"I do trust you." Arms wrapped around me and kept me in a protective hold. Like this, I felt content and safe.

"Come on. There's more I want to show you."

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Back on board, I slipped away to take a shower and freshen up. I was happy that, for once, nothing bad happened. Shamefully, it actually felt like a date but I couldn't let myself think like that. Stepping out of my room, I wash shocked to come face to face with the doctor. I smiled up at her.

"Has he hypnotised you?" She spoke sharply, making me very confused.

"What?"

"Or has he promised you things? Empires or galaxies?" Realising she was talking about the master, I blinked at her.

"No? What are you talking about?" I questioned, wondering why she was acting like this. Suddenly, she pulled out her screwdriver and gave me a sonic. Her features were flooded with annoyance.

"I saw you both. Holding hands, sharing food. You even hugged him." Feeling like my privacy had been completely invaded, I moved away.

"You were watching us?"

"I had no choice!" The doctor almost sounded convincing but I knew what she said just wasn't the case.

"Yes you do. You don't need to watch him that closely." Scoffing at my words, she leant back against the wall with a prominent scowel.

"You have no idea (Y/n). He will kill you." Having heard this all before, I rubbed my face in annoyance.

"Dont you think he would of done that by now? Doctor, I think maybe he just enjoys my company." This time, she actually laughed. Her head fell back against the wall before coming up to meet my gaze.

"Oh you poor thing. He really got you didn't he?" Tone patronising, I could feel my blood boiling. Why so suddenly was she treating me like I was nothing.

"Dont talk to me like a child. Just because you think yaz is better than the rest of us, does not give you the right to treat me like shit!" For a moment, she was silent before getting right up in my face.

"You really are stupid! He will manipulate you and treat you like his puppy!" Flinching, I kept my cool.

"Just like you do!" Before she could scream again, I threw my towel at her and ran off down the corridor.

A door suddenly appeared on my left and I entered quickly. Out of breath, I hunched over and successfully held myself from falling.

"(Y/n)?" Looking up, I saw the master sat on a brown leather couch. Taking his glasses off, I wobbled over then collapsed next to him. He sat up and hooked his hands under my arms, pulling me over into his embrace.

"Do you want to kill me? If you do, please just get it done with." After a minute of no reply, his hand began to mess with my hair.

"I'm guessing the doctor had a little word with you hm?" Nodding, I buried my face into his purple vest and took in the scent of old books and ink.

"I always thought, every companion of hers would be on my list. Every one of them have been so annoying. So dumb. Helplessly in love with her." He spoke calmly. His hearts beating in a relaxing rhythm.

"Except you. You've never been afraid of me. You never held the doctor up to a higher standard or treated her as a god." Letting out a sigh, I could tell he was conflicted.

"It took me so long to figure out why I couldn't bring myself to kill you. At first I followed you in hopes I'd just snap like usual. But no. Instead, you bring me peace." Lifing my head, I looked up at him with big eyes. Curious as to where he was going with this, I let him continue.

"You numb the racket in my brain. And whilst I couldn't accept it at first. I do now." I sat myself up, sitting between his legs. Tilting my head, I blushed as he pat cheeks dry gently.

"So no. I'm not going to kill you. Maybe steal you away once I'm finally allowed to go." Giggling, I leant into his larger hand.

"I wouldn't mind that." A grin broke out on his face, pulling me forward yet again so we were even closer.

"Seriously?"

"Why wouldn't I agree? You're more fun than her. Plus, maybe you'll take me where I want to go?" Humming, the master brushed his fingers down through my hair.

"Anywhere you like, as long as I'm sure I can keep you safe." I couldn't help but relax more under his touch.

"I trust you, you know? I know you'd keep me safe no matter what." He grinned, placing a hand on my head and pulling me back into his arms.

"Then, we'll leave. And I'll take wherever and whenever you like." The master spoke softly, leaning down and kissing my head.

"We won't have to deal with this anymore. I promise."

Part 2

[aannonn]

combusting into flames

heheh lil' fic ... my first time ever participating in a october of any kinds ohmygosh ,,,

welp! sticktober and the most recent green video gave me motivation to write this ... feral tsc time ... ....

hope u enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it !! ^-^ ( although it was kinda difficult and took me some time to think about very specific words to use in this . lol )

( lil' tag : @shad0wr0se9044 ; eheh )

tags :: unreliable narrator , yelling , swearing , post-traumatic stress disorder - PTSD , validation seeking , hurt no comfort , death threats , misunderstandings , fights , talking In musical notes , i am my own beta reader , excuse me for any errors im not a very good beta reader , also is very lowkey unreliable narrator but dont trust them either way

cross-posted on ao3 aswell !!

StickTober | Day 4: Follower / Disaster Word Count : 1,759

Everything was so cold. So unbearably cold.

   Red-orangeish colors - Or were they reddish-orange? they adorned his body like fireflies, flooding his vision and freezing their skin like fibers of glass. His head throbbed restlessly and they felt unbearably cold, almost as if they were swimming in ice.

   Distantly, he could hear several people writhing frantically, some even swimming heavily to the lawn, grabbing it like a lifeline.

   Even more distantly, but which seemed to be rising beneath them, he could hear someone laughing in the distance, their head throbbing even louder at the sound.

   - BAHAHW- SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACES!"

   The camera lens of the cell phone was pointed directly at them, the blinding light momentarily blinding him as the owner of said device walked away cautiously, still smiling big and laughing as loud as the blinding sounds of the lava burning their skin.

   Orange watches as his friend Green watches them writhe in the lava frantically, laughing as if the whole ordeal was just a very poorly done comedy show.

   A picnic. A picnic was what he told them, something completely harmless and peaceful - The picnic would be located in the Sakura biome, where cherry blossoms would fall beneath and the wind would gently embrace them, making the entire air - once slightly tense and distant, now serene and joyful. Where all they would do was eat the adorable sandwiches and feel the sunlight shining beneath them and only them.

   Just them. As it always was.

   At least it seemed that way.

   Green pulled out his phone and walked away - At first, they didn't think much of it. (Well, except Red; He stood up instantly after noticing Green's departure, frowning but continuing to eat the sandwich even while standing.) - Maybe he just wanted to take a photo of them and send it to his Instagram, writing something about friendship and stuff like last time. Neither of them minded it, perhaps a little hesitant, but Green would return to them soon. Just take the photo and then sit back down. Nothing more.

   Then the floor opened. And everything suddenly looked hot and red. His skin burned like icy flames as if shards of glass had stuck to their skin and refused to let go. Bells rang in his head like thunder and everything spun wildly - blurs of different colors swam across his vision restlessly and confused their brain to no end - they desperately swimmed to the edge of the lawn, clinging to it like a lifeline as he gasped and huffed.

   He looked up. Green, even if blurred, was the only color that stood out in his vision - Towering over him like a cloud, so bright it hurt.

   He tricked them. It was all a trick. He didn't want to spend 'quality time' with them as previously told - Instead, he wanted to record the entire ordeal, not giving two cents that none of them asked for it, that none of them were even having fun.

   He bumped them into lava, applauding the ordeal as if a comedy show was being played instead.

   Orange felt his hands close around the grass more firmly, pieces of grass outlining their hand with the rigid action.

   He almost ended their friends.

   Orange leaned on the edge, successively climbing out of the pool that juggled violently on his skin.

   They are gonna end him.

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   - FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT-"

   - PLEASEPLEASE STOP- ORANGE-"

   - GET THE HELL OFF OF ME-"

   - STOP FIGHTING! Blue, please, calm down-"

   - OHH YEAHH- BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, ORANGEY!"

   - RED, SHUT UP!"

   Green rolled his finger over the screen, bringing his legs closer to his chest as he rested his chin on top of his knees, absentmindedly leaning his back posteriorly to the fluffy pillows behind him, wincing slightly at the mildly sharp sensation he felt upon closer contact.

   He browsed through the comments on his most recent video, unthinkingly skimming throughout phrases and sentences incontinently - Something to abstract his mind off of the backache that sent twinges down his body intermittently.

   Green hissed as he felt his back slam onto the grass, his cell phone flying out of his reach and his glasses hung loosely on his face ; He's pretty sure he heard a low pop coming from one of his lenses after the heavy impact. Orange had him pinned to the ground, his hands were kneading the grass on either side of his head, holding him in place - Green frowned, ready to fight to get Orange off of him and complain about how the sudden approach disturbed the video only to shudder by the absolutely furious look on their face. - WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL US???" Orange shouted, making Green flinch at the volume so close to his face. Green tried to laugh nervously, raising his hands in surrender. - Dude- Chill, it's just a prank-" Orange growled, frowning in ever greater annoyance. - WHAT KIND OF A FUCKING PRANK INVOLVES DROPPING YOUR FRIENDS INTO LAVA." Irritation began to rise through Green now; Not just by having Orange literally screaming in his face, but by essentially hearing the implication that they truly believed he was capable of legitimately harming them albeit having known him for years. - IT'S NOT EVEN ACTUAL LAVA- GET OFF OF ME!" - WHAT MADE YOU THINK DROPPING US INTO FAKE ASS LAVA WITHOUT US KNOWING WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA???" - DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I WOULD EVER TRY TO ENDANGER YOU GUYS ON PURPOSE????" Green shouted back, his brow furrowing in irritation and betrayal. - WELL, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR FIRST FUCKING THOUGHT WHEN BEING DROPPED INTO WHAT LOOKS LIKE LAVA." Green fell silent, staring at Orange's furious face in disbelief. Did ... Did they genuinely believed he was going to deliberately put them in legitimate danger? But- They've known him for years??? They know he would never do that, right??? ... right? A distant sniffle from behind Orange distracted him from his thoughts, tilting his head up and glance his eyes towards the sound - Or, at least; Tried, seeing as Orange was still firm in pinning him to the ground. Yellow whispered cute comforts into the air, gently stroking Blue's back with Red standing right next to xhem. The latter giving him a stern look as soon as she noticed his gaze, scoffing before bending down and pulling Blue into a side-hug, avoiding looking at him. Blue was shaking uncontrollably, holding onto Yellow's arm as if xheir life depended on it - Xheir head was bowed to the ground, sniffles and sobs coming from xheir huddled position in Red's arms. Green stared at them for a moment, confusion and worry filling his being as he noticed Blue crying softly in their friends' arms, small splashes of water still dripping from their forms sitting on the floor. Why was Blue crying? It was just a prank ... Orange seemed to have gotten out of whatever furious storpor he was in, glancing an eye to look at the trio, then back at Green - Letting out a sigh, they pushed themself away from him and stood up, inhaling several deep breaths and mumbling unintelligible words of which Green was too far away to understand.  Green took off the limply glasses from his face (One of them had its' lens broken. Great.) and sat up, hissing softly as he felt his head become somewhat heavier, along with a sharp pain in his back that made him feel like he had slept on a log. - I'm sorry.. Just." Orange took a deep breath. - .. Go home." Green blinked, promptly standing up and ignoring the sharp pain he felt inside his skull from the abrupt movement. - What? No! I'm not going to-" - Home." - -leave and ignore Blue who is literally crying-" - HOME."

   Green shivered, burying his face in his knees and biting his trembling lip as he desperately blinked away the tears that were gradually beginning to well up, soft sobs escaping his throat unwillingly.

   Several hours has passed upon prior practically throwing himself on the mattress almost immediately upon ingressing at their shared room, having stolen regeneration potions from Blue on his way to the computer at Orange's command.

   Although he felt like immense fatigue filling his entire body and ready to collapse whilst enwrapped with innumerable comfy pillows and cozy blankets, Green found himself grabbing his phone out of his pocket and opening Youtube, scrolling through various comments from his latest video without actual real direction.

   He just wanted some distraction, some comfort - Anything that could ease the agonizing pain in his chest.

   His brain can't discern what he did wrong.

   It was just a joke. A laugh- A prank! Something they've all done to each other before, over and over again; innumerous times. This time is no different. He only stayed one step ahead of each of them in this silly prank war.

   So why were they so angry? Why didn't they just brush it off like they always did?

   Why didn't anything ever turn out the way he expected them to?

   Green sighed softly, taking a deep (although shaky) breath to calm the sobs in his throat and continuing his directionless journey of scrolling through the comments in the hope of finding something that could potentially pique his interest.

   He doesn't know what to do with the video now. It started out as a harmless prank that ended in a terrible disaster that broke one of the lenses in his glasses and made his friends extremely angry with him.

   Maybe he should just delete it-

@(ThisIsAnActualCommentThatImNotGonnaReveal) Bro Its So nice

   Green froze, blinking away the fog in his brain.

   Bro Its So Nice

   All thoughts about his friends and his unsuccessfully video ready for potential deletion are long forgotten - The only thing his brain focused on was those four(4) words, reading them over and over again.

   The entire video, he just sat on the same couch for six hours - The only thing that indicated time passing was the giant stopwatch right above him and the couch.

   For six hours, he sat in the same place, doing absolutely nothing.

   . . .

   Maybe he could just edit the video. Cut some parts, re-record others - Everything so that his audience, his beloved followers, would be duly satisfied.

   He couldn't just let them down just because of a stupid little fight. Fights happen between friends all the time! No big deal! Surely his friends would understand. Why wouldn't they?

   So Nice

   They loved his videos, he couldn't keep them waiting apprehensively for any potential new videos much longer. After all, the channel is for them.

   It's all for them.

   Just for them.

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gsshjssy okay I am so excited since no one writes for Milo thatch and I dont know if you still do... buy if you are still writing for him then: Can I request Milo thatch x reader Who is a pirate and the captain of the ship. This came to my mind when I was chatting with the ai bot last year. I think it would be a cool consept

Synopsis: In which Milo likes a captain in charge

Warnings: none!! they/them pronouns for the reader since it was never specified in the request!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

The sea was a vast, unforgiving expanse, where only the most daring and ruthless thrived. The ship, The Black Siren, cut through the water like a knife, its black sails billowing in the wind. At its helm stood the captain—a captain known for their steely gaze and unyielding resolve. Their reputation was one of fear and respect, a pirate who had never known defeat.

Milo Thatch had heard the stories, but they did little to prepare him for the reality. Standing on the deck, he felt a chill that had nothing to do with the sea breeze. The crew, rough and scarred, barely acknowledged him, their loyalty to their captain absolute. And the captain, was as distant as the stars.

“You there,” their voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the air, making him jump. “You wanted to speak to me?”

Milo turned to face them, his heart pounding in his chest. They were everything he’d heard—tall, with eyes that seemed to pierce right through him. Their hair was tied back, revealing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. But it was their presence, the sheer force of their will, that made him hesitate.

“Y-Yes,” Milo stammered, clutching the maps he had brought with him. “I-I think I can help you find Atlantis.”

Their eyes narrowed, and they took a step closer, their boots echoing ominously on the wooden deck. “And why should I trust you, Mr. Thatch?” they asked, tone icy. “Men have died for less out here.”

Milo swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly. “Because I believe I might know the way,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “And because you want to find it as much as I do.”

For a moment, there was only silence. The captain studied him, their expression unreadable. Then, with a slight tilt of their head, they motioned for him to follow them into their cabin.

Inside, the atmosphere was no less intimidating. The walls were lined with maps, weapons, and treasures from countless voyages. They walked to their desk and sat down, never taking their eyes off him.

“Show me,” they commanded.

Milo spread the maps out on the desk, his fingers tracing the lines and symbols. As he explained his theory, the captain leaned in slightly, their eyes scanning the maps with a calculating look. But Milo noticed a flicker of interest behind their cold exterior.

“You think this will lead us there?” they asked, tone less harsh but still guarded.

“I do,” Milo replied, his confidence growing. “But we’ll need to work together. This isn’t something one person can do alone.”

They leaned back in their chair, regarding him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. “You’re either very brave or very foolish, Mr. Thatch. But I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.”

As the days turned into weeks, the tension between them began to ease. Milo’s knowledge and passion for Atlantis intrigued them, and they found themselves drawn to his sincerity and determination. He, in turn, began to see beyond their fearsome reputation, noticing the intelligence and strength that had made them a legend.

One evening, as they stood together on the deck, watching the sunset, Milo gathered the courage to speak. “I didn’t expect this,” he said quietly, glancing at the captain.

They turned to him, their expression softer than he’d ever seen it. “Expect what?”

“To like you,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing. “To… respect you so much.”

A small, almost imperceptible smile touched their lips. “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Thatch,” they replied, their voice gentle for the first time. “You’ve proven yourself in ways I never thought possible.”

Their eyes met, and in that moment, something shifted between them. The distance that had once defined their relationship began to dissolve, replaced by a connection neither of them had anticipated.

Milo reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it brushed against theirs. They didn’t pull away. Instead, they took his hand in theirs, the warmth of their touch surprising him.

“You’ve changed me, Milo,” they whispered, their voice filled with a vulnerability that they had never shown before. “And I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”

He smiled, his thumb gently stroking the back of their hand. “I think it’s the best thing that could have happened to both of us.”

They stood there, hand in hand, as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, marking the beginning of something new.

[mako-neexu]

Id chapter is insane. im so stressed even after more than 2 months of its release. because the Class who won for the entirety of Ordeal Call (dare i say it: the entirety of FGO?) so far are the Avengers. (so far... at least for me..lets hope ruler and foreiner OCs are good...also idk read my og tags for this)

its probably just me overthinking... i dont know if sakurai thought this far but its just so good. because... like. the current arc's focus is on the Classes and the recent main story focused on Avengers.

Avengers. heroic spirits. Extra Class. Those who speak of hate yet are born from love and those who speak love yet are born from hate. The basis of each and all of the heroic spirits in the Throne are simply because they are all records. They are spirits and shadows of those who have lived long ago and those are currently living somewhere or those who have still yet to live and are from the future. Either way, anyone summoned from the Throne is what makes them a Servant. A copy of the real thing. Beings made of ether, ghosts who are a set of records and memories given form.

Avengers are the very embodiment of holding onto the past. Oblivion Correction, being able to remember even beyond time loops or universes could be considered more of a curse than a blessing for these flames whose lives burn endlessly from hate and anger and sorrow from towards those who have wronged them. Flames who would burn endlessly and would stop at nothing even should their retribution be at the cost proper human history's ashes.

Records. Human and beast shaped memories given form. They are beings of stagnacy and cannot grow well past beyond their current state. As only those who are currently living have the privilege of being the only ones to grow. Do you understand me? Do you understand what I'm getting at?

Avengers are more records and fragments of themselves - Alters, Innocent Monsters, collective will of hatred from many people condensed into one - beyond any Class of the Throne. As such they cannot grow. They will never grow for they will remain as flames and inhuman creatures that will ultimately consume and burn all that is within their sights.

And yet, the very Avenger considered to be the greatest, to be the representative and leader of the group was able to transcend the impossible.

Only the living have that right to escape their impending deaths, their doom, their fate. Servants, nothing more than familiars, don't have that right anymore. Not anymore as they don't truly exist in the present.

And yet. And yet.

The Count of Monte Cristo claws an eye out, splits his skull open, rips an entire arm out, bleeds himself dry to change himself. Change himself down to his very core and almost every aspect of him, all for the sake of one person alone.

He was able to take a step forward. An extreme impossibility in and of itself to these burning spirits who are broken records incarnate.

Just one step. Look away from the past without discarding it, still carrying it close, still remaining who he is and yet his sights are on the night sky above, to that star twinkling so gently, so brightly ahead of him that there is no helping that feeling of breathlessness he feels.

Far different from choking on smoke, far different from drowning beneath the icy waves of a prison tower by the sea.

To that person who is his fate, who is his star, his light, and fire in this second life, they extend a hand out to him with a dazzling smile.

Oh.

The Count of Monte Cristo, far beyond salvation and absolution, must think, This in itself is poison. This in itself is ambrosia given form.

With a hand, a resolute gaze telling him he isn't alone, Edmond Dantes, King of the Cavern, the Count of Monte Cristo was able to move forward, change himself and turn into a flame that would pave the way for that star which seeks its own wishes to be fulfilled. To that partner, co-conspirator, accomplice who always walked forward and never wavered in wanting to fight by his side, the Avengers won here and now.

Because to be loved is to be changed.

And being able to change, find yourself capable of it, there is growth. And in growth, for these heroic spirits, ghosts, those who have long passed...

What is that, if not, victory to all of the Avengers themselves?

[skyeslittlecorner]

Second fic for WHB MC Shuffle~

This time our lucky one is Hannah from @sweeteaacakes. And I must admit up front- I got a little carried away with my imagination. Instead of writing the script you asked for, I did something a little crazier. That scene just captured my mind so much that I had to write it. I hope you dont mind, and you will like it too 🧡

As always, let me know what you think - if you want to make any changes (even write it from the beginning because after all I deviated a lot from your script), just write them and I will try my best to fix it!

Words: ~1200

WHB MC Shuffle | Hannah

The walls of the temple were so silent. Thump, thump, her aunt's shoe tapped against the ancient pottery as she impatiently waited for the priest to hurry up. Swish, swish, the girls on either side of Hannah ran their fingers over the beads of the rosary, their lips whispering inaudible words. The girl's hand, meanwhile, was tightening on the devil's symbol. Solomon's Key. Her aunt almost forcibly ripped it off her neck, so she put it in her pocket. At least this way it could warm her up her in this icy, distant place.

The ceremony, where they were supposed to take vows of chastity, was so small. Several girls in modest, covering dresses sat at the front, and behind them, family and invited friends gathered on long benches. Even though they wore white, the atmosphere seemed sepulchral. That's how Hannah felt too. Stuffy. Tightly. The enormity of the temple overwhelmed her, the eyes of her family burned a hole in her back. "You can manage. You have to manage." She repeated in her mind. "You must. Only half an hour and you will go to the ball, and after the ball you will go home. Only a few more hours until evening. You can handle."

She counted the minutes on her fingers, just as the surrounding girls counted their prayers. They fell silent only when the priest came. Hannah looked up. She had the impression that their delighted faces had nothing to do with their admiration for the God. The man with white hair looked holy, like an angel. As if he was the last test to see if they really wanted to stay pure. Hannah was too nervous to share their reasons, although she wasn't in a rush to vow either.

Just forty minutes, thirty-nine, thirty-eight…

The ceremony went smoothly. A priest with the appearance of a saint, he also had such a voice, calm, and yet distant.

“The most humble of you who, take a vow of chastity, you will be welcomed at the gates of heaven…”

He approached each one in turn. Personally blessed each one. Hannah glanced stealthily and was nearly dying from nerves; the key she was clutching cut through her skin. But she didn’t feel the blood. 

She didn't want to do it. Really didn't want to. But still, she felt more aware than before, repeating the words of her oath in her head, ready to fulfill her duty… Until she came face to face with the priest. For the first time, his gaze seemed alert, even terrifying. Not because he looked down on her. Because he was smiling.

“The most humble of you… Did I say?” He spread his arms. Hannah was dumbstruck. That's not what it should look like, that's not what the blessing should sound like. Did he want to embrace her? 

She understood even less when, in a gentle flash of light, a white scythe landed in his hands.

“You do not belong to them, descendant of Solomon.”

The words of the oath evaporated from her brain. A new priority has emerged. Survive. She felt like the key was burning in her hand. Defend yourself, run away, do whatever. 

He stopped looking like an angel. Pairs of powerful wings appeared behind him, covering the colorful stained-glass windows, shrouding her in shadow. He *was* an angel.

Frustration overwhelmed her. A wave of rage washed over her, almost bringing tears to her eyes. Why! Why did he destroy everything! She didn't endure all this just to die!

As he raised the scythe, there were screams all around. Hannah didn't have time to do anything. Before the gleaming blade fell, she saw the angel's pleased smile... and disgust as he, too, was enveloped in darkness.

She squeezed her eyes shut and covered herself with her hands. Pain. This was what she expected, but she felt nothing. Just the sound of metal hitting metal. The acrid stench of sulfur that filled her nostrils and lungs. Is that it? End? He killed her so quickly that she died without pain?

She opened one eyelid, then the other. There were screams all around again, and panicked footsteps of people leaving the temple. But before the eyes (that she slowly stopped trusting), she saw *something*. A two meters pile of muscle, covered in black fur, casting a shadow over herself and her surroundings. The smoke that surrounded him slowly dissipated. It accumulated right next to her hand. By the key, which she was still clutching with all her might.

“I see I arrived on time!” The demon roared with laughter. Even behind him, Hannah could see the massive, bloody scythe that stopped the angelic one.

“Tsk.”

She, paradoxically, felt safe. Behind the giant's back, behind the rock-solid muscles, it was one of the few times she felt like someone wanted her well. She clutched the key to her chest and glanced to the side, just to see the angel's expression. He wasn't angry, wasn't scared. His white brow furrowed in irritation.

“I shall not let you go.” He muttered under his breath and withdrew his scythe. Instead, he took a swing and brought it close to his chest. Blood gushed from the cut skin, falling on both of them. Hannah felt her own chest burn with pain. Meanwhile, the angel flew up as if nothing had happened.

The demon turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. The horned head tilted, dark eyes staring out from a frowning muzzle.

“I am Satan, King of Gehenna.” He placed a hairy paw on her chest. “And you are in grave trouble, Descendant of Solomon.”

"I know." She whispered, thinking about her family. Her aunt will kill her. Literally. With a stick and rag. Frustration and rage hit Hannah’s head like a hammer again. If it weren't for that stupid angel, it would all be over, and now...!

“I don't want… I can't go home!” She pushed demon in the chest. “You could have let me be killed, at least I would have had peace!”

“I like you more and more!” He burst out laughing again and wrapped his arms around her waist tighter. “I won't let you go home. The angels will track you down too quickly.”

“What should I do…” She asked herself more than him, but got an answer nonetheless.

"Come with me." He offered cheekily, raising her chin. “I can give you a new home if you help me save it. Take revenge on this angel and help us save hell. Then you will be safe… and no one else will dare to raise a hand against you.”

“I will.” Emotions spoke through her more than reason. What else did she have to lose? “I will help you, I swear.”

More images flashed through her head as if through a fog. A beautiful palace in European style. The exhaustion that set in when she felt safe. The demon's grip loosening as he handed her over to the arms of another cute boy with a horn. And the one and only memory she remembered clearly. A flash of white as the captivating demon turned into the captivating man, his charming smile when she huffed in irritation, and the warmth of his lips as he kissed her goodbye.

Her life was finally about to begin.

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon episode 177 spoilers and thoughts that i am a little bit late on but that's cause i was going Crazy over it and i also got like takedowns on twitter on older posts so i was like huh? wuh? but it's fine my twitter is still up, anyway this ep made me insane. and more below the cut

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tbh idek where to begin HAHA this episode was a little short but i think the art and the impact makes up for the shortness bc these panels were INSANELY good. like i love them so damn much i would use some of these as wallpapers they're sick /pos

from the top then,,, cause,,, this panel was the thumb for this ep and i was TERRIFIED OUT OF MY MIND LOL

THAT DAZED AND BLANK LOOK I WAS SO SCARED FOR LLOYD YALL I. AHHHH i was so worried that this would be a totally scary episode where they Go Through Shit when lloyd literally JUST finished the railroads sob emoji sob emoji

like fuck. this one too, this is scary to see,,, blank eyes and the cold color tones of the panel,,, the icy breaths,,,,,,, oh my god

alicia commenting too that she really can't let go of him / can't stop giving him mana or else his condition completely worsens,,, like god he is so close to death here im so . oh god

AND THEN THE PANELS OF HIM KEELING OVER. LIKE THE PACING OF THAT. INSANE I LOST MY MIND. i was kind of reading while i was on campus so i had to try to not Shout in public. it was a time

thus i am VERY glad that alicia and javier are so quick to act. maybe they talked abt this idk,,, either way. MADE ME VERY HAPPY TO SEE THEM IN ACTION!!!

LIKE LOOK AT THESE PANELSSSS THE ART THE ART,,, THE COLORS AND THE ANGLES SO MUCH ACTION IM SO HAPPY,,, look at them go!!! go go go!!!

genuinely these panels are so fucking sick . id post more but then id be posting the whole episode and i really cant go doing that LMFAOOO but seriously seriously i love the art so so much in this ep. all the movement and lines and how it flows i had a ton of fun!! i'm not that experienced w reading manhwa tbh but from what i've seen this ep's art just,,, waow,,, my type of art,,, shapes and colors and movement i can follow without getting bored / i dont end up skipping,,, COOK KIM HYUNSOO-NIM COOK!!!

AND AND AND,,, THIS PANEL OF JAVIER UP CLOSE TO THE EYE OF SUMMER,,, OH MY GOD OUCH THAT. LOOKS LIKE. IT HURTS,,, but he didn't even hesitate,,,, like i knew he was martyr levels of loyalty but wow we actually See it here bc JAVIER DUDE. U COULD BURN. TO DEATH. THIS IS DANGEROUS. THAT IS THE EYE OF SUMMER U COULD BURN and there he is getting burned but he wasn't even phased he didn't even hesitate. oh my god. javier. you MARTYR

fellas is it gay to literally risk burning to DEATH to save the life of your dearest friend and closest companion /j

like no seriously even in this panel there isn't a grimace of pain, or worry on his face. just straight determination. he's deadset on keeping this artifact still long enough for lloyd to absorb it,,, has he even thought of what he'd do if lloyd couldn't? god,,, fuck,,, loyal to the end,,, im so,,,

this just goes to show how much trust javier has in lloyd too. there's no worry there because he trusts that lloyd will get up and absorb it before anything happens. he just. Does. it's so inherent. i'm so,,, oh my god. that's so,,,,,,,,, oh my god

(and ur telling me llovier isn't canon like ARE YOU SERIOUS IM JUMPING FOR THE BEEF im making it canon)

AND THEEEN THIS PANEL (AND HOW IT PARALLELS AN OLDER PANEL OF SUHO REACHIGN FOR THE LIGHT) i yapped about it here hehe, a good number of thoughts in there feel free to take a peek at ur leisure~!

seriously this panel is so,,, god,,, like not only the parallel makes me insane but wow the shapes and colors here too. i am easily amazed clearly LMFAO but gosh idk i just really like this,,, the swirl of summer flames lashing around and javier's wings also being curled as part of the swirl, centering to a single point around the eye of summer,,, which is also similar to the older panels of suho reaching to the light bc they usually ended up also pinpointed on a single point in at least one of the panels . oh my god it just keeps going im so . AAAAHHH!!!!!

i think it's interesting too that one of the differences is that both of them are reaching, but in this panel his fingers are wider outstretched. like, suho's hand reaches, but lloyd's hand is about to grab, does that make sense? that's what it looks like to me,,, of course i'm not sure how intentional that is (it likely isn't and is just that way bc it's been so long since the original panel was drawn) but it's a nice difference to point out either way,,, he's finally reaching it

THE EYE OF SUMMER IS SUPER DUPER CUTE TOO BTW when it combined w the heart of winter and started spinning i immediately thought of this HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

maybe ill draw that later thats goofy . i also wanna see lloyd and javier doing this. LOL

AND THERE HE IS THERES MY BOY GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE THE EARTH SAYS HELLO!!! his silly lil face. god. i am unhealthily attached /hj

OH OH!! AND THE SKILL HE GOT. THE BLESSING OF THE DEMON KING OR WHATEVER. CHRIST THATS CRAZY lloyd's first thought Again being javier. i know what you are. accusatory point /lh

but seriously wow thats OP,,, idk how things r gonna go down but he's definitely gonna use that on javier once they actually get to fighting fate,,, maybe fate is literal and javier can beat it up,,, cut it down,,, idk,,, but seriously wow THATS OP IM EXCITED TO SEE IT IN ACTION!!!

and there he is,,, the silly,,, god he's so goofy,,, AND JAVIER AND ALICIA LOOKING FONDLY AT HIM FROM BEHIND IM SO,,, THAT'S SO,,, GOD,,, THEY LOVE HIM SM,,, AAAAAHHH!!!!!

(okay well actually now that i look closer javier isn't smiling but it's okay. he just got seared by the eye of summer it's only natural. there's fondness in his eyes i promise <- his eyes are like two pixels. whatever alillovier is real to me okay)

AND FINALLY FINALLY MY FAVORITE PANEL OF THIS EPISODE. PROBABLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE PANELS IN ALL OF TGED.

HE'S SMILING SO BRIGHTLY,,, THERE IS SO MUCH GENUINENESS IN HIS SMILE AND IN THIS PANEL IM SO,,, OH M YGOD,,, STOP,,, ALKDFJLSJKDFLSDF

HE LOOKS SO DAMN HAPPY I. oh m ygod. he's gonna be okay he's gonna be okay . he's alive, and he's thriving, and his closest friends saved him and they're all by his side, and his family supports him too, and he can continue living and protecting what he loves he's ALIVE HE'S ALIVE

and like i know we've seen panels of him with genuine smiles before i know, but like it's been a while since we had one as impactful and as BRIGHT as this y'know. god the soft lighting and the just. that's suho smiling through lloyd i'm so . god LLOYD IM SO HAPPY HE'S HAPPY GOD FUCK

as you can uh. see. i was having a grand ol time when i got to the end of the ep LOL

seriously seriously what a way to end an arc. /pos i'm so so happy,,, god he's alive,,, at least i think this is the end of the arc idk,,, cause the last thing is to fight fate, right? my mutual commented on this but like there wasn't really any indicator as to what comes after this,,, so i can only assume their next step is to tackle the last obstacle, fate itself,,, we're reaching endgame guys,,, i'm both excited and scared

there's also a mild worry i have of all the worthroad / helkaros stuff that is probably still happening in the background?!?! like oh god that's gonna pop up any day now. actually maybe that's what theyll face first before going toe to toe with fate,,, i'm not sure but im excited either way

i want to see lloyd and his friends and family and loved ones get their happy ending THEY'VE WORKED SO HARD THEY DESERVE IT,,,,,,,, ueueueueue,,,,

anyway,,, apologies for this post being late LMFAO i have been busy! but it's okay! tged thursday tmrw! let's see where things go,,, endgame is nigh,,, or we are already in endgame idk,,, YAHOO!!!

[b1adie]

thought on firefly drip marketing???

okay i ended up just rambling about firefly in general so this got REALLY long. my bad

well its pretty i like the colors. but i must be honest i really really want her in her armor like at least half of the time. ideally technique skill and ult will have her with the armor on… i am a fan of the dual swords she’s holding in the bg. i kind of wish her pose was different? come on girl you are a badass stellaron hunter. strike a pose. have some swag.

also i had been kind of hoping sam was her real name and firefly was just an alias cuz the kit 🥬 since like a year before the game was even released always had the character named sam. but honestly i do like her picking the name firefly for herself because she is so transgender if you think about it. all the stellaron hunters refer to her only as sam and with he/him and a decent amt of stuff uses they/them too but in the dream world where people can take any form she chooses to be a girl named firefly? despite being created/born for the sole purpose of being sam?

which also makes me wonder like, do the stellaron hunters not know thats armor.. or not know whos actually in it… can she not leave the armor irl or does she choose to hide herself? are they deliberately misleading people by referring to sam as male to hide firefly’s identity so she can more easily like be a double agent if necessary?? she says shes in an icy medical cabin irl, does the armor have some kind of self piloting mode or does she just have to stay in there when shes outside of it…

also i hope she actually has more sam-like personality aspects. like i hope shes actually someone who says shit about setting the seas ablaze and telling kafka not to play with her food and isnt just acting like that to play a role. please be a little fucked up?? please???? i need her to be kind of fucked up i dont want waifu bait i want cool armor warrior ok sorry. like she can still be niceys ofc but i hope her combat voicelines at least are kind of insane LOL

i like the crazy robot that sam was initially assumed to be and i like firefly, so i hope the fact that they’re one and the same doesnt have to come at the cost of diluting either of their personalities/traits/behavior etc.

also wtf do the acronyms in the skills for the sam boss fight stand for. wtf is dgdghr or whatever. is she just growling

[antiwhores]

You or Me - Bakugou x reader

“Its either you or Dynamight.”

The words rung through your head like an annoying song. This villain was gonna make you choose who lived and who died. You could die. And yet you almost immediately yelled out “ME!”

Angst, yandere Bakugou themes, violence, not proof read (when is my work ever tbh), etc.

I missed writing for angst.

A notorious villain, a strong and feared one, had broken into the house and held you hostage. When Katsuki came home he could barely control himself enough to realize if he didn’t, you would die to the hands at your neck.

The villain tied ropes around his hands while you were being held by his friend, another infamous villain. They sat you both down with quirk destabilizers. Not that it would do really anything bad for you. You were a civilian, with a healers quirk.The hell were you gonna do with that?

And now you both were being escorted to a portal, which would leave to the lair of the villains.

You looked over at your husband, “Calm down, its okay Katsu.” The sound of your voice had him snapping out of his deathly glare for just a second.

This was probably the most upset he’s been in his entire life so you had to say something. Every fan knew that you don’t fuck with Dynamight. But every person knows you dont fuck with his family.

Katsuki has literally killed villains, despite the “kill only when needed” rule when they mentioned you.

He had murder on his mind and the bloodlust could be felt from blocks away. The mussle over his mouth stopped him from threatening the lifes of everyone they have ever loved.

“Do you need a mussel too bitch?” The red haired villain spoke. You think his name was Port. The more powerful one was Monro.

You spoke before you could stop yourself, “Do you need your ass beat?”

Port laughed at you, “Small fry ’s just like her husband.” “Stop fucking around.” The other one yelled.

Monro walked over and bent down, “I’m a very nice guy, so I wont kill you both. But ill let you choose because either way I’ll kill him in a way.”

Your eyes widened, you knew what he was going to say.

“Its either you or Dynamight.”

The words rung through your head like an annoying song. This villain was gonna make you choose who lived and who died. You could die. And yet you almost immediately yelled out “ME!”

All of a sudden you felt cold, terrified. Bakugou’s icy glare was now on you. And oh shit was he mad- no, he was seething, infuriated with such anger that his hands lit up even through the quirk cancelers. You met his eyes and flinched. His whole body shook with anger for not just the villains but you.

The villain laughed at your choice, saying something about this being what he wanted to happen. He said something else about giving you space to chat, because he is apparently such a nice guy.

But you could barely pick out anything through Katsuki’s glare. He was trying to make you submit to him and choose yourself to live.

And before you could even register you were moving, they threw you both into a quirk canceling room and pushed a button that took of all restraints.

He was on you in half a second, slamming you into the wall by your shirt. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing.”

Tears welled up in your throat but you swallowed them down. You had to be strong.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, “I can’t loose you Katsuki.” He grabbed your face and snatched it so hard you gasped. “I’m your husband, the hero! I’m supposed die for you! Its my fucking job!” “Exactly why I can’t let you die. You’re more important than me. People value and NEED you. Im a civilian, I’ll just be another-“ “STOP.” He yelled.

You looked up to see his hand raised at you, balled into a fist. “I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt you so bad you won’t be able to agree to anything he says. Ill hurt you so bad you’ll never wanna look at me again.”

You almost believed him for a second, but then you remembered. Katsuki would never in a million years put his hands on you. You’ve given him many chances but he never indulged. “You wont.”

He grit his teeth so hard that you worried for his dentist. He banged you against the way once more before letting you fall. “FUCK!” He yelled.

He screamed curses as he punched at wall until he bled. He made a large dent but it was no use. But he wouldn’t take that as an answer. He kept punching until you yelled his name and grabbed him hand.

“Stop it, your bleeding. Theres no getting out of here with just your fists. Your gonna need a tank and I doubt you have that up your ass.”

Tears bordered his eyes in fat clumps as he fell to his knees. He layed his head on the floor, “Please y/n.”

He was groveling to you. Bakugou fucking Katsuki, aka Dynamite, aka the #2 hero was groveling to you.

“Please.” He chanted. You grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him up but he was too heavy. “Stop it Katsuki!” If he kept doing this you were gonna cry. He shook his head, “I can’t live without you.” His voice was completely broken. This was an unfair fight.

Suddenly to collars snapped back on and the mussle for Katsuki. He never stopped groveling to you even when the villains came in and laughed at him.

“What the fuck? Your think caught up over a bitch?” For just a second, Monro’s finger ran over your face. And in that second you bit him so hard that his finger came off like a carrot piece.

He kicked you to the floor as he screamed. “YOU BITCH!”

Now he was definitely going to kill you. He put his hand to your face and just before he activated his quirk, you looked at Katsuki. He was breaking out of Port’s grip and trying to get to you. You knew he wasn’t gonna make it, Magma’s quirk causes instant death.

So just before you closed your eyes for good, you whispered an “I love you, so much.” To Katsuki.

Then everything went black. You were dead just before Katsuki could reach you.

[melissa-titanium]

just woke up i had a cool dream about a new pokemon game entirely staged in a new region which was literally all snowy mountains. every pokemon was some form of suited to the cold and ice types were Way. Stronger here. also strangely enough there was a LOT of awuatic pokemon like A Lot. the game starts off with my parents (?? like pokemonnparents not my real parents) sending me off at the airport to the mountains.Alone . and then i dont remember anything between th at and the end. the end was just a bunch of fainted aquatic pokemon resting in a snowbank while i fiddled with revives and potions and then suddenly i. heard this Whirring. and i look over the edge of the cliff to see a FUCKING SHARPEDO (but varied to this region. it was different, it took on the aopearance of a snow mobile and was a ghost/ice type) CLIMBING UP THE PATHWAY ON THE SIDE OF TTHE MOUNTAIN. SO I WAS LIKE FREAKINGOUT TRYING TO HEAL MY POKEMON AND SHIT ANDNIT . COEMS UP. AND ITs surprisingly peaceful? upon seeing all my weakened pokemon... SIKE IT FUCKING ATTACKS ME AND WE START A BATTLE. AND APParently the storu revolves around this one specific sharpedo. but thats not important bc i dont remember anything after that other than me trying to capture it

there was a couple new pokemon i remember. one was called barrewulf and it was a big dog pokemon that like. u know rhe ones that dig people out of snow? Those. and there was another pokemon that idfk the name of but it was like.. an antlion but for Icy lakes. it would carve holes in the ice and replace that spot of ice with the huge fake block of ice on their bacjks, then flip over and drag you under when you stepped on them. i think it was either ice water or just straight up Dark