#ruby will save him tho

[haleigh-sloth]

His eyes were black stars while listening to Ruby talk, and then they turned light 😭😭😭 I am so done

[rubys-domain]

fuck, what if the reason i'm winning my 50/50's is because hoyo doesn't want me to have tighnari

[infizero]

unexpected sudden emotional maturity from sapphire

[nbsidestep]

one more Ruby crumb lol. Decided to retcon that he got his name from this gemstone meaning bc why not. boy needs some luck fs

[elizabeth-of-avonlea]

the frozen lake

Paring: Gilbert Blythe × fem!reader

Warning: sfw, fluff, fear of the ice breaking, stubborn reader

Summery: You and your friends decided to go ice skating on the frozen lake nearby. What they don't know is that you're afraid of the ice breaking, so you lie your way out by saying you don't know how to skate. Not for too long, tho. Gilbert decided to teach you

English isn't my first language, so don't be too harsh if you see grammar mistakes

The girls ran to the frozen lake in the woods. This year's winter was colder than usual, giving the others confidence to ice skate on the nearby frozen river. It seemed you were the only one who worried about the ice not being strong enough to hold all of your classmates.

As a kid you loved to ice skate, but the older you got, the more you realised that the ice could brake and you could fall, with no chance of being saved.

"Hurry up! The boys are already there!" Ruby laughed while carrying a basket with sweets for the boys, or just Gilbert. Anne and Diana dragged you alongside them so you wouldn't stay behind. Ruby was right. The boys were at the lake, putting on their ice skates in a hurry.

Billy immediately set his foot onto the ice, being the one to try out the strength of it. You genuinely expected the ice to break and him to fall into the freezing water. Would it even hold all of your weights combined? What if it doesn't? If it doesn't and someone falls in, it will be impossible to save the person.

"Hey, Y/N!" Diana called, making you snap out of your thoughts and look into her direction. She was holding ice skates for you. You chuckled nervously.

"Oh, no— you know, I decided not to.. skate today." You trailed off, taking a hesitant step back. The girls immediately started to whine, saying that you have to, it's fun, everyone is skating, you should too. You didn't want to argue with them, and especially bring up your worries and ruin the fun they were having. So you had to lie.

"I don't know how to skate." That shutted them up for a moment, and for a second, you believed that you were saved.

"I can teach you" Gilbert walked up out of nowhere. He had a smile on his face, but you weren't in a mood to smile back, not while Ruby was watching.

"No, you can't" You blurted, before quickly correcting yourself. "I mean— You shouldn't! Enjoy yourself on the ice, while I sit here and watch all of you have fun!" You sat on the fallen tree nearby, putting a smile on your face that screamed of you being more than happy to stay on the ground.

"No, Y/N, we want you with us!" Anne insisted "I can't ice skate either, and Diana will teach me, so you're not alone!" Diana nodded alongside her words while you bit down on your lip. There was no escaping this.

Gilbert extended his hand, with that insufferable smile still on his face. You couldn't take his hand, and you for sure couldn't accept any help for him. For Ruby's sake. And also for your own, knowing that Josie would easily put you into a bad light. But being stubborn and not accepting his help would also put you into bad light.

You stood up by yourself and started to put on the ice skates that Diana gave you. Then you walked up to the ice, staring to hit on it with the skates. You had to make sure the ice was thick enough to hold you. Gilbert walked up to you.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and you almost hissed out: No, I'm not.

"Uh-huh" You mumbled, as he extended his hand once again. You could admit that you lied, that you can skate, but your pride wouldn't make it. Especially with Billy and his stupid teasings. With a sigh, you placed your hand into his, ignoring Ruby's and Anne's gaze on both of you.

Gilbert pulled you closer, then carefully stepped on the ice with you. Now you realised that the chance of the ice breaking was higher with both of you standing together, your combined weights pressing against the ice. Your grip tightened on him.

"Don't worry" He whispered softly so that only you could hear him "I won't let you go"

"I do hope so"

He held you by your hands, guiding you further to the centre of the lake. You both were wearing hand gloves and, to be honest, you were disappointed. Anne mentioned his hands being soft during the school dance, and you, despite your ego, wanted to feel them.

You clumsy stepped with Gilbert, playing the part of not knowing how to skate quite good. You constantly looked down, and Gilbert might have thought that you were just trying to be careful and balance yourself.

You were nervously waiting for the ice beneath you to crack, ready to sprint away as fast as possible. You were so concentrated on your fear that you didn't even notice how close you were to Gilbert.

"I know you can skate" He admitted, and your eyes peered up at him, your eyebrows narrowing in confusion and embarrassment. You were in a loss of words, finally noticing how close you were to him. There were mere inches in between your bodies and no space between your hands. They were locked because of your fear.

"Wha— No, I'm pretty sure I can't skate!" You argued, scoffing with a titter in your voice. You were good at lying but bad when already caught. Gilbert chuckled.

"Do you remember when you didn't come to school last week because you were sick?" He pulled further to the middle, away from praying ears.

"Maybe?"

"Miss Stacy told me to bring you the materials one day" Your eyes widen slightly "But you were asleep, so I handed them to your mother, and she told me a lot about you. Including how you loved to ice skate as a child" He had a small smirk on his face while you tried to come with terms of what happened right now.

You were quiet for a moment. You both stood still in the middle of the frozen lake, the laughter and chatter of your classmates fading into the background. You hated how smart he was and also how good he looked while being so. You scoffed again, trying to come up with something.

"I.. yeah, I was a child. I forgot how to do it by now" You argued, while holding onto his hands for your dear life. If dying, you surely won't do it alone.

"I know you're lying, I just don't know why" Gilbert started to ice skate backwards, and you had no choice but to skate too. If you wouldn't, you would have stayed all alone in the middle of the frozen lake. That couldn't happen.

Neither could you tell him why you lied. Seriously, how could you? Admit that you were scared, while Gilbert didn't even seem to think about it? No. No way.

"Let's go back" You suggested, which sounded more like a command and a plea. You needed something to hold onto, someone to hold while being scared. Thankfully, Gilbert wasn't Billy. He immediately led you to the ground, where you could breathe out in relief.

"I'm done with this" You muttured, taking off the ice skates. Gilbert watched you, finding your frustrated face quite amusing and cute. But he wouldn't dare to admit it out loud. You would probably hit him.

"So.." He mused "Why did you lie?" You shot him a glare.

"Definitely not to be close to you" You blurted, biting down on your tongue right after. You pretended that you didn't regret what you said, even though you very much did.

"That's a shame" Gilbert mumbled, quiet enough for you not to hear. You raised your eyebrow at his incomprehensible words, your confusion and suspense evident on your face. But you shrugged it off.

"I'm going home" You said, as you headed towards the snow-covered woods. Gilbert immediately walked up to you.

"I'll walk you" He said, hurrying up to your pace. You didn't have time to argue. You had to leave until the others noticed and didn't try to stop you.

"Do whatever you want" You muttered, thankful that the cold colored your cheeks pink, because otherwise Gilbert would have noticed the blush that definitely shouldn't be there..

[yndrgrl]

yandere! bakugo, the no. one hero in japan, is your boss, & you're his personal assistant

soft! yandere. fem! reader. pro hero! au. willing! reader. long ass fic. ooc! bakugo.

warnings: nsfw, power dynamic, implied age gap (not too big tho lmao), p-in-v, obsessive behavior, stalking, toys, slight coercion

a/n: guys... what's the "read more" feature 💀

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you are a phenomenon, at least in the world of working under big-league heroes you are. traditionally, employees that have five years of experience under the company will most likely get the position of secretary, then after years of being a secretary, they have an opportunity to be promoted to personal assistant. so when you, a random, nobody college student with only dead end job experiences on your resume, got hired as his secretary -after applying as a joke- the office was buzzing with rumors & critiques. you knew that they all harshly judged you by the way they glared at you when you left after your second interview with big boss man himself. you were self-conscious, especially after you got that fateful call from dynamight's personal phone that you've gotten the job. insecure, that's what you felt.

dynamight, on the other hand, didn't feel the need to explain himself to anyone. he honestly couldn't care less about the chatter circulating his office.

from an outsider's (& anyone else's to be honest) perspective, it seemed like a terrible choice to hire you. however, dynamight knew what he was doing; he knew you.

he saved you once upon a time, when he first debuted as a pro hero. you could never forget the ruby color of his eyes, the scars & soot that he was covered in. you could never forget the serious expression he wore as he carried you to safety.

at first, you were just another damn civilian caught in the crossfire between him & a gang of wannabe mastermind villains, then he looked into your eyes-- your captivating, watery, (color) eyes. his breath hitched as his gaze pierced through yours. he blamed it on a quirk you might have. fall-in-love-with-a-single-gaze quirk? yeah, that must be it, he thought.

your first encounter left you both in a confusing state of emotions, but you soon considered it a distant memory of tragedy then hope. it sparked a -seemingly- unachievable dream to, one day, work under dynamight. you remember him all to well, & sometimes, when you think about it too much, you tear up that such an influential figure in your life will never remember you in the same light.

or so you thought.

unaware, you thought he forgot all about you, but no. he thought of you everyday. he cursed himself for never saying anything more than, "are you alright?" then guiding you to the paramedics. he never got your name, & he hated himself for it. for years, he would look for your face in the crowd. his heart would flutter when he thought he saw your doe-like expression-- until he gave them a closer look, & it wasn't you.

& so, when you walked into his office building just as he was leaving through a different exit, he caught a glimpse of you. he did a double-take, slowed his pace, & his ruby eyes grew wide. it was you going into the interview room. "mr. bakugo, this way, please," a stranger guided him, yet he couldn't rip his gaze from the room. you were right there, & he can't even talk to you. he was being rushed off into a black suv to go to some random conference.

as soon as he got back to the office, he racked through all the resumes, quizzing the interviewer that day about every applicant. his temples ached as she kept talking, but he couldn't get too mad at her. after all, he told her to tell him about every single person she interviewed today. "-then before my lunch, the cutest, little lady came in. it was clearly her first time interviewing for such a position," the older woman chuckled. dynamight's ears perked up. could it be?

"tell me more," the blonde inquired.

"oh, you know. it's just her resume wasn't the most impressive compared to everyone else's."

he wanted to ask what she looked like, but that would he too out of character for him. however, he knew that if he let her keep talking, she would describe her in more detail.

"is that so?"

"oh yes, but she was so sweet that i wanted to offer her an intern position instead. she seemed so eager, you know? she honestly looks like a girl i once taught. did i ever tell you that i was a teacher, bakugo?" she questioned, having a tendency to go on tangents

"i do remember you telling me about that," he told her. he's grown into a gentleman through out the years... or he's just a little less of an asshole, it's hard to tell. he's grown more respectful for his elders (as in the senior citizens who love reminiscing of their youth, not the "elders" who are snakey businessmen). "how were they alike?"

"oh, man, you're really testing my memory," she laughed, "they both had the most beautiful, (color) hair, but the girl i interviewed was definitely not my old student, i think. (y/n), the young woman i interviewed, had such a fun style too! i think her eyes were... actually i don't remember," the woman paused for a second, before her eyes lit up. "wait! she took a picture for our system! you have to see her, bakugo, she's really just the cutest. i think she would make a great intern, & maybe one day, a great secretary!" with a few clicks of her mouse & words typed on her keyboard, she pulled up a picture of a woman, a picture of you. she turned her screen towards the pro hero. it was you.

~

"so, (y/n), is it?" your boss, the dynamight, sat across from you, a desk in between the two of you. he acted like he had no idea who you were, even though he spends the majority of the day in office watching your through surveillance cameras. he just loved the way you walked with such subconscious confidence.

"y-yes, sir," you cleared your throat. what kind of impression are you making by stuttering?

you were warned by all your coworkers that dynamight does take shit, that he is a tyrant, & that he can smell fear. naturally, you were sweating bullets. "please, call me katsuki," he requested. he watched your brows furrow in confusion before snapping back to a relaxed expression. "you've been working here for a little over a month, is that right?"

you were bewildered. you felt like your coworkers lied to you about him being so rude & uncooperative. he seemed nice, stern, yes, but nice nonetheless.

the shocking, yet welcomed, kindness eased your nerves. your lips broke into a small smile, saying, "yes, it has been."

"how has it been? working here?" he questioned, leaning back into his chair. your eyes darted from his bulky form to the window to the cup of pens on his desk. you were in a mental quarrel. for the most part, your coworkers have been alright to your face. they'll let a snarky comment come out then mask it as a joke. but you knew the rumors swimming around the office, you knew how they all thought you were under qualified. of course you were, so speculations of how you had rich parents or you're just a really good temptress started to blossom.

you could lie to save all of their sorry asses, build rapport with them, or you could tell the truth, get a more favorable outcome for yourself but be labeled a tattle-tell & a bitch.

"(y/n)? is everything alright?" katsuki's uncharacteristically softened voice called out. "you know you can tell me anything that's going on. i only have your best interests in mind, you're mine," he paused, "you're my employee."

you must've misheard him, so you shrugged it off. "can i be honest with you?"

"of course."

you took a deep breath. you're already committed. "i don't mean to already cause problems or be, you know, that girl, but there have been some things said about me by my coworkers that i just don't really like. i mean, i don't think they meant it in a rude way, but i also don't want to have the reputation that they're trying to paint for me... does that make sense?"

this is was a surprise to katsuki. he's usually in touch with all the gossip in his agency. he would be an idiot if he thought that people wouldn't be offended that he hired you over them for such a position, but he knew your charms could get you far. how can your charms get you far if no one gave you the time of day, though?

you realized your disadvantages in this job. you had no degree yet, you were probably the youngest in the office, & you have no real experiences outside of customer service. however, you didn't know that the older, more experienced workers would be so hostile to you.

"what have they been saying?" katsuki asked, leaning forward.

"they've just been saying how i must have rich parents who got me this position or like, i must be doing... favors for someone on the hiring team."

katsuki gritted his teeth, his composure slipping. it made him absolutely sick thinking about you with someone else.

you continued, "& some of the jokes they tell me feel inappropriate? but that could be just because that's their humor."

you're so cute, trying to protect them, katsuki cooed in his head.

"i'm sorry to hear your experience has been pleasant so far. i can assure you that i'll have that taken care of. who's been saying those kinds of things to you?"

"oh... um... it's hard to say. i think it's best just to send out an email to everyone because i don't really know who says those kinds of things." it's a lie, but you didn't want a big confrontation & write an official complaint so soon into your first corporate job.

"(y/n)," katsuki said in a nearly-demanding tone. "tell me the truth." he was intimidating in the blink of an eye.

"i-i promise i am," you replied, nervously scratching your knuckle. "i just... uh, don't really know who's talking about me behind my back?"

it was silent for only a moment. katsuki's eyes were glued on your smaller form. you gulped.

"i want to schedule another meeting next week to ensure that the harassment was put to a stop."

~

a week came & went, & the meeting you had with katsuki was brief. in short, he asked, "have you heard anything more?"

you replied truthfully, just as last time. "yes. it could be in my head, but it's worse now."

the company-wide email didn't work, & it enraged katsuki that his employees, the ones that work under him, are defying him with such misplaced confidence.

how dare they insult him by disobeying him, & how dare they make you feel unwelcome.

because of their antics, he has been floating around your workspace. his mere presence causes all the bothersome whispers into quiet typing. looming over your cubical, katsuki, with a ghost of a smirk, would observe your work-- how you would mess up twice as much under his gaze. "it looks good, (y/n)," he praised before looking at all of the peering coworkers. he would shoot them a glare.

he was such a good boss to you.

the more you worked at his agency, the more you saw of him. & the more you got comfortable with him. he may be your boss, but he was slowly becoming you friend, you felt. the more you saw him, the more you realized he was your work crush. what a cliche.

you sat in his office, this time with your lunch on his desk as the two of you chatted. it was the new norm to eat lunch with each other. you don't know when it happened but it was also the norm for him to order whatever you wanted. you insisted on paying him back every time, however he never let you.

"this is so good, i haven't had this in forever," you raved as you took another bite of your food. "thank you so much! i really owe you one."

"shut up," katsuki said back with a slight smirk. god, he loved spoiling you.

"no, but i do though," you said, whining. the banter between the you two sprung up after he, for the fifth time that day, stopped by your cubicle a few days ago. his humor was crude & could be consider bullying... but he's so hot-

"(y/n), you don't owe me anything. it's just a thank you for doing such good work, so don't be a dumbass & try & pay me back or something," katsuki practically yawned. he was swimming in money, so much that he didn't know what to do with it, so what better way to spend it than on you? "besides, i was your age once. you need to save."

"you're not that much older than me, just a few years," you rolled your eyes. "also, i do have a quick question."

"what is it?"

you fished two pieces of paper out of your bag. "i think there was some sort of mistake? when i got my paycheck, i got two checks?"

"yeah?"

"well, it's just... i'm one person?"

katsuki laughed out loud. he loved toying with you; he knew what you were trying to ask, but hearing you dance around the question was just too cute.

"yeah, i know that, (y/n)."

"katsuki, i'm serious!" you half-joked, half-said. "why did you send me two checks?"

"one is your payroll check," he told you; you nodded. "the other is your bonus." you had to stop yourself from dropping your jaw

"wait, what? i still don't get it," you replied. "my paycheck is too much. i don't usually get this much."

"i gave you a raise," he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "didn't you read my email i sent?"

"o-oh... yes, of course-"

he shot you a look that said, "don't bullshit me."

"okay, i didn't... but still! i didn't even do anything to get a raise."

"whatever, just eat you food."

the next day, his heart swelled (more than usual) when you walked through the door. you were practically glowing in a new, clearly expensive outfit, your hair done, nails painted, & a gorgeous smile gracing your lips.

"someone's happy," he commented as he followed you to your cubicle. "what's the big deal?"

"i don't know, i just had a lot more money saved up than i thought so i decided to treat myself out," you admitted, gitty.

you dolled yourself up with the money he gave you. it only made him want to spoil you more, shower you with gifts & give you whatever you want.

"i'm glad you're enjoying your raise," he chuckled, a smirk on his face because, in his peripheral, he could see your coworkers' jaws drop in disbelief. he leaned close, brushed your silky hair away from your neck, behind your ear. katsuki whispered, "you've been so good, you deserve it." your face exploded into a shade of bright pink as you stuttered out a thank you.

you couldn't get that moment out of your head. the thought burned itself into your memory. it made your core throb. he was so close to your face, you could smell his expensive cologne. it was intoxicating. he made you just so desperate.

after a long work day, you got back to your cozy, one-bedroom apartment, and a package awaited your doorstep. katsuki, from a security camera he secretly installed, watched you bring it into your house. you went straight into your bedroom & placed it on your desk.

you spent so much already, what more could you have gotten? it's not like he's complaining. he's happy to provide for you. you're just so cute; you act like you've never seen money in your life. he wants to show you how good life can be with him.

you slid the blade of a pair of scissors across the tape of the box. eager, you unboxed the product, rubbing your thighs together.

"what are you up to, hm?" he whispered to himself. he chewed his lip, cock already semi-hard because of your after-work attire-- which was compression shorts & an oversized, white tee without a bra.

you ran to the bathroom, all he could hear was the water running. you were too quick for the camera to render. one minute you were your room, then the bathroom, then back into your room. there was a sneaky grin on your face as you hummed in approval.

your body was blocking what you bought until you walked away to grab something else from your bed stand drawer. katsuki's eyes widened. standing straight up (with a slight left curve) was a silicone dildo colored a fleshy pink. next to it was a ripped-open box that it came out of; "pro hero dynamight replica dildo! life-like! bring your dynamight dreams to life!" the box read.

he twitched, it was comical, could be considered creepy to some. but to him, it riled him up. this meant you wanted him, needed him, just as he needed you.

you swiftly came back to the toy with a bottle in hand. you laid a towel on your seat before sitting down. logging onto your computer, you couldn't help but feel utterly ashamed, embarrassed, but it's not like anyone is watching you, so no one would know. there was a knot pent up in your stomach, begging to be massaged out. you pulled up a video of your boss, the dynamight, where it was showcase of -what fans called- daddy/sexy/hot moments of his. you were so embarrassed, but he was the only one who could satisfy your craving.

god, i'm such a creep, you scolded yourself as you took off your shorts & panties. just an awful, horny weirdo, you thought. the toy you bought was big & girthy, & it was clearly artificial because there's no world where man can actually get that big, right? you prepped yourself by circling your clit with your middle finger, then dove into your wet hole with three fingers. you let out a sigh of ecstasy.

you poured lube onto your toy, then you began stroking it to coat every inch & "vein". katsuki already had his cock in his hand, matching the tempo of your strokes, beads of precum leaking out of his tip. "fuck, (y/n)," he muttered with his eyes glued to the screen. you're katsuki's little camgirl.

you took the dildo, closed your eyes, & began mentally preparing yourself for the toy. you've never taken anything this big. slowly, you pushed the dick into your wet pussy with your breath held. once it was half way inside, you let out a shaky groan, trying to adjust to the size. "ngh~ ah~ k-kats-suki," you whimpered, the video still playing clips of him.

"(y/n)," katsuki moaned back, wishing you could hear him. "put it all the way in."

you must've been put on this earth to obey him because, after he said that, you sunk the dildo into pussy. you let out a squeal; your eyes shot open only to roll in the back of you head. "so big," you whined. you waited for yourself to adjust. with your feet on the rests of the chair & one hand on your clit & the other one pumping the dildo in & out of your hole, katsuki started to screen record everything.

"harder, baby," he demanded, "go fuckin' harder."

you were in your own world, acting as though he were there with you. "p-please katsuki." you started to thrust the toy in all the way, taking it nearly out, then shoving it back in. you did it as fast as you could, but it still wasn't enough. you bucked your hips into the dildo. "uh~ mmm~ fuuuck."

while still in your pussy, you set your legs down & placed the base of the dildo on the chair. you started to ride the toy, its artificial veins wracking against your nerves, sending electric shocks up your spine. your ass & thighs jiggled every time you lifted your hips & shot them back down; katsuki was mesmerized.

his hand tightly jerked his hard cock, more precum leaking out. there was nothing else that mattered except you; his phone buzzed from notifications sent by his friends & colleagues. he couldn't tear his eyes from your sexy figure, bouncing up & down the dildo.

"k-katsuki! 'm cumming!" you moaned out. you threw your head back, mouth agape, your riding becoming erratic.

it was music to his ears-- you yelling his name. "baby, cum~" he replied, as if it were the real deal. as if you were actually there with him, as if you were the one squeezing his throbbing dick. he watched as your back arched & your body spasmed around the dildo. you kept calling out for katsuki until your high ran out. you cleaned up, hid the toy in your bottom drawer, did your nightly routine as if nothing happened, then went to sleep.

katsuki, still hard even after cumming, needed more.

the next day, you woke up with sore thighs & a distinct throb in between your legs. even after fucking yourself silly with the dynamight toy, it didn't satiate your hunger. you were embarrassed that you thought of your boss that way. you couldn't help but feel ashamed; it felt so good. it felt so good thinking, fantasizing, about katsuki's muscular physique, his thick, hard cock pumping in & out of you. it almost felt right to think of him that way.

while your head was still clouded with lust, you put on a black, lace thong under your pencil skirt that was just barely long enough to be considered work-appropriate. you wore translucent, black tights underneath & a cute pair of mary janes. your shirt was tight fitting. it eventuated every curve of your body in the most flattering way, &, feeling confident, you unbuttoned the first two to show a bit of your collarbone, nothing more. finally, you did your hair & makeup & cooked yourself a quick breakfast, then you were off to work.

at work, you just had an aura about you-- satisfied, calm, & joyful. you must've gotten a good night's rest, thought you coworkers.

katsuki knew better though.

as you strutted to his office, you had a pep -& a slight limp- to your step. you held a binder close to your chest. you felt like a stereotypical secretary in one of those cheesy, horny 2000's movies. you gently knocked on katsuki's office door, & heard a faint, "come in."

"good morning," you smiled as you sauntered closer to his mahogany desk. you plopped yourself down in the same seat you always do & set your binder down on his desk; he never minded.

he had his eyes trained on you, darker than usual, & greeted back, "good morning, (y/n). how are you?"

"i'm doing good, how are you?" you responded, an innocent smile flashed towards him.

you were anything but innocent, katsuki thought. "i'm actually having a tough morning." this shocked you because katsuki really didn't seem like the type to open up, especially to some random employee he hired.

"i'm sorry to hear that," you said, "can i ask why?"

"i've just been so... pent up," he told you, his jaw clenching for a second before he swallowed.

he didn't take his eyes off of you for a second, & you noticed. you squirmed under his serious gaze. "you are the number one hero right now. it's a lot of pressure," you tried to rationalize.

he stood up from his chair slowly, so you figured you must've overstepped. "i-i'm sorry, katsuki, i didn't mean it in a rude way," you defended, & he still hasn't responded.

he stalked closer to your chair until he was directly in front of you. you gulped, looking up at him. you didn't know whether it was appropriate to sit or stand, so you stayed still, sitting.

another awkward moment of silence passed, & you were about to look away when katsuki started, "the only other time i've been pent up like this was years ago."

"what made you stress so bad?"

"a saved a girl. she was beautiful, & i was dumb. i never got her name, i barely even talked to her. our encounter was brief, yet i couldn't take my mind off of her. for weeks, i was just so frustrated, i didn't know why. years passed & i thought i was finally over it, finally i came to terms that i would never again see her," he ranted, & you lowered gaze, breaking the eye contact. "i had searched everywhere for her. in every city i've ever visited, in every crowd that would form, in every building. i never found her. all my efforts, to waste."

you were sensitive, maybe too sensitive. your doe eyes teared up as you looked down at your lap. "i... i don't know why you're telling me this."

a warm hand cupped your chin; it guided your face upward, & there you were again, locking eyes with your boss. this time, your eyelashes stuck together with tears that have yet to fall. "i never found her, (y/n), & it hurt because i knew that i am the best for her. i gave up," he took a short pause, drinking in your defeated expression that you tried to mask, "until one day, she walked into my agency for an interview, a position she wasn't -at all- qualified for."

you swallowed the lump in your throat. "what are you saying?"

"(y/n), i've been so pent up lately," he restated, his hand still cupping your face while the other adjusted his pants. your eyes followed his other hand, widening. was he hard.. for you? "& i know you've been so stressed lately. it's such a big position, y'know. being my secretary, & all. i can understand why you're frustrated."

"i-i'm not frustrated, katsuki," you softly claimed.

he quirked a brow, his lips upturning into a smirk. "oh? is that so?" you nodded your head. "then i'm gonna need some help so i'm not as frustrated, do you think you can help me with that, hm?" he was taunting you, joking with you. he must've somehow found out about your secret crush on him, & now he's using this as a lesson then he's going to fire you.

still, foolishly, you replied, "i c-can help you with whatever you need, sir." his gentle grip turned harsh as soon as you shut your mouth. he forced you to look up, & he had an unreadable expression.

"now it's sir? what happened? you were so cute when you said my name," he growled, licking his lips. you were speechless, at a lost for words. "go on, tell me."

"i just don't want you to be mad at me," you said, cheeks flushed red. he was so close, he was making a fool of you, & he wouldn't stop staring at you. you succumbed to the mental pressure he was putting on you. you ripped your face from his vice grip as you started to ramble, turning your face away from him, "i-i don't know who told you i had a-a crush on you or whatever, b-but i was never gonna act on it, i swear! i-"

you were cut off by a sudden sting from your scalp; katsuki's fingers found themselves entangled in your silky hair. you let out a yelp in pain, & you instinctively yelled, "hey! what's your prob-" your tone lowered into a mumble, "-lem?"

your heart was beating out of you chest, just a few centimeters away from your parted lips was katsuki. in all of his glory. you had your eyes glued on him, scared to look down slightly. it was already in your sight of view. in one hand was your head, in the other was his hard, throbbing cock. "(y/n), you said you were gonna help me, didn't you?"

"uh huh," you said mindlessly as you held your breath. wide-eyed, your gaze flashed towards it then it went back up to him. he had a shit-eating smirk as he rested his heavy member in the middle of your face.

he commanded, "lick it." his cock was the length of your red hot face. he twitched when you looked at him, rubbing your thighs together.

"wh-wha?"

"i said, lick it, (y/n)."

you hesitated; you didn't even know where to begin. his length was tantalizing, girthy. his tip was leaking beads of precum. his balls were swollen & heavy. was this still a joke?

suddenly, katsuki yanked your head back. with your mouth wide open -due to the shocking pain of your hair getting pulled- he slammed his dick down your throat. his hands were on both sides of your head, & he was in complete control. "i don't like repeating myself," he harshly said, forcing you to spit all over his length. your hands shot up to his hips, & you tried to push him away, though you didn't want to.

you weren't used to such a big man; he's the biggest you've ever been with. you gagged on him, & he let out a sigh of pleasure. your eyes crossed with tears streaming down your face, your mascara ruined. your lungs started to burn & you tried to beg for air, but it only came out as muffled moans. katsuki, feeling merciful, pulled his cock out of your throat, leaving his tip on your tongue.

you inhaled deep, only deep throat him again. he repeated that action -pulling himself then shoving himself back into your warm mouth- every time going more rough. he fucked your mouth, strings of precum & spit leaking onto your lap. you didn't even realize that katsuki released his grip on you until your shirt was torn off your body.

you let out a squeal that was muted by him. "fuck, (y/n)~" your boss moaned out, unbuttoning his own shirt. "you're such a good girl f' me." through your teary eyes, you saw katsuki throw his head back.

"need you," he said. " baby, i need your pussy right fuckin' now." katsuki took himself out of your mouth, leaving you with tongue hanging out of your mouth like an animal.

he made you stand up, then he crashed his lips onto your swollen, lipstick-smeared ones. sloppily, his tongue left nowhere untouched, & all you could do was moan as he overwhelmed you. his hands caressed every part of you. he groped your tits through your bra, he squeezed the fat of your ass through your skirt, & he rubbed your clit through your stained thong. your hips started to grind on his slender fingers. "katsuki~" you said in between kisses.

that was enough to make him feral (as if it weren't already). he let out a low growl as he turned you around. katsuki, with one hand, bent you over his desk, ass up in the air. he bunched your skirt around your waist, exposing you. katsuki needed you right in that moment, so he ripped a hole in your stockings & moved your string -that's supposed to be your undergarments- out of the way. he rubbed his tip along your folds; katsuki could almost salivate. after all this years of fantasizing & frustrations, here you were, underneath his bulking size, wet & ready for him.

"please use me, sir," you cried out in a hushed, yet urgent, voice. you were begging for him. i have to be dreaming, he thought. the moment he penetrates you, he's going to wake up, he's sure of it. you had your back arched, & you looked back at him, eyes half-lidded & cheeks flushed. "take out your frustrations."

he wanted to resist, he didn't want to wake up from this ecstasy dream. but he was just a man, & pure instincts took over.

katsuki lined up his cock with your entrance & snapped his hips forward, plunging himself ball-deep into your pussy. hands clasped over your mouth, you let out a scream. he was splitting you apart, your walls stretched out to accommodate his length & girth. your dynamight toy undersold him.

katsuki, in pure bliss, stood still for a second. he drank in everything that was happening, how this wasn't a dream anymore. you were so tight & desperate, sucking him in deeper. your juices stained your ripped stockings as it dripped down your thighs. slowly & shallow, he rocked his hips against you, grinding.

soon his grinding became primal. anything that has ever stressed him was put into his thrusts, & all you could do was lay there & take it. he pistoned in & out of you, hitting your g-spot every single time. you creamed, & came, & creamed again as he abused your sensitive spot. slaps & squelches bounced off the office walls. katsuki fucked you harder into the desk, trying to make you spasm all over his cock for the fifth time when-

brring! brring!

"what the fuck," he groaned. katuski's office phone broke the sounds of years of frustration. his harsh thrusts turned half-assed as he took a glance at the phone. "DEKU," the contact name read.

"goddamn it," muttered katsuki, "god fucking damn it." that's what he gets for bullying him all those years, i guess.

"y-you should a-answer that," you said, breathless. "it m-might be important."

"yeah, yeah. i know," katsuki said before slapping your ass. on the last ring, katsuki finally picked up the phone. you thought that, out of curtsy for deku, he would've pulled out or something, but no. he was still stretching you out & he showed no intentions on pulling out.

you, by accident, squeezed his cock, your body was trying to milk him. katsuki shot you a dirty smirk while he was on the phone. "what do you want?" his gruff voice demanded.

control yourself, (y/n), you thought to yourself, you're gonna get caught if you make a sound.

katsuki, on the other hand, had one mission: make you lose composure. honestly, it's a win-win. deku hangs up the phone, & everyone will know that you're his. katsuki pressed the phone between his ear & shoulder by tilting his head while his hands gripped your hips. hand-print bruises would be left in their wake, but you didn't care.

katsuki was hitting your cervix, & that was all you could focus on. you bit your lip until it was raw, your hands clasped so tight around your mouth until it was hard to breath, & you still were letting out whimpers.

deku said, "are we still going to have that meeting this afternoon?"

katsuki kept thrusting in & out of you, just a slightly bit more gentle (but not by much). "what?" he replied. he noticed your pussy tighten, squeezing him.

"kaachan, our meeting? this afternoon? at 2:30?"

"yeah, fuckin' cancel that," he told him. katsuki, with one hand still in your hip, grabbed a fist full of your hair & pulled you up. you stood with your back arched, dick impaling you, & your hands draped to your side. your mouth was fully open with your tongue hanging out. you were so close to the phone, any sound you make would be heard.

"you can't just cancel our meeting," deku sighed. "what are you doing that is more important?"

god, deku really knew how to get under katsuki's skin. just the tone of his voice made him made, so, naturally, he took it out on your poor body. faster, he pumped his cock in & out of you, your tits spilled out of your bra & your tits jiggled with each thrust. "please," you mouthed. you were so close to cumming, & you couldn't keep it in any longer. you were starting to see white stars clouding your vision.

"i'm busy fucking, okay?" katsuki yelled into the phone, eyes trained on you like a hawk.

"wh-what?" deku sputtered out, "what did you say?" you clenched, you were so close to getting caught by the number two pro hero.

"i said, i'm fuckin' busy," &, with that, he slammed the phone down to end the call. "you. fuckin. slut." he pounded you, & you let him use your tight pussy. his fat cock slammed in & out of you relentlessly. "i bet you wanted to get caught, huh? you just want to get caught?"

"n-no! i-i don't wanna!" you told him through hiccups.

"then what we're you trying to pull?" katsuki sneered, giving a light tug to your hair. your scalp was already aching terribly good. his hand dove in between your legs. his fingers started to rub your clit while he was still balls deep inside of your hole.

"n-nothing!" you cried followed by a breath of moans. "'suki, please~ it's too much." you began to see little white stars cloud your vision. it couldn't have been more than forty-five minutes, but you can't even remember how many times you've came. you were passed the point of overstimulation, whatever that is. "i-i-" you couldn't even get another sentence out, just muttering words & trying not to scream out in overwhelming pleasure.

"you're- you're-" katsuki mocked, and he finally let go of your -now- knotted hair. you collapsed on the desk, but his hand was still toying with your clit. your small hands gripped onto his forearm. you tried to push his hand away from your sensitive spot in hopes of getting a break. instead, he kept his position while his other hand winded back & smack! a red handprint gracing your ass. "you said i could use you, remember? thought you could handle, babe," sneered katsuki into your ear. "not only are you my slut, but you're also a dirty liar."

the vice grip he had on your hip released, then his arm snaked around your neck. your chin rested where his arm bent. with every thrust, he would flex his arms, & your throat was caught in between his thick forearm & bicep. "no, i'm not," you squeaked out. your thoughts, your words, everything would get interrupted by his constant choking.

you were still such a brat, defying him. it made it more interesting, katsuki would admit. it also made him rationalize that you deserved all the overstimulation, pounding, & bruising you've received-- & have yet to receive. "oh, you're not?"

"n-no," you droned into another moan.

"so you've never thought about this? about us? about me?"

"n-"

he tightened his muscles, constricting your airway. "tell. the. fuckin'. truth," he commanded, god, he wanted to humiliate you.

&, as if on cue, you gave in. "i-i've thought 'bout y-you," you told him through whimpers. you could feel your juices leak out of you.

"good girl," katsuki purred, playing with your clit more rough. pleasure jolted up your spine, the white stars turning into tunnel vision. katsuki felt your head drop slightly, you were losing focus. your sight was blurry from the mascara & tears. "stay with me, (y/n)."

"uh huh," mindlessly, you nodded. you didn't know if you could orgasm anymore, yet you still felt that all-too-familiar knot in your stomach. your clit was swollen, your g-spot abused, throat hurting from his cock & the pressure around it. you didn't care, you've never felt more safe. "pl-please c-cum with me," you begged.

katsuki twitched inside of you. he chuckled, "if you beg like that, i don't think i can hold back, babe."

the pet names sounded like music to your ears, & a sudden rush of motivation coursed through your veins. "katsuki~" you whined, voice high-pitched.

"(y/n)," he growled lowly. was it a warning? perhaps. you didn't care, he could punish you if he ever so pleased.

"'need your cum."

"sh-" he stuttered, &, just like that, the tables were turned. "shut up.

katsuki's cool composure was slipping. giddy & still driven by pleasure & motivation, you said, "please~ i need you."

"fuck, baby."

"i-i need you to fill me up."

katsuki tensed, his arms choking you. his thrusts were erratic & shallow. every sensation -you squeezing his cock, you wetness seeping out of your pussy, all of it- was amplified. he drove his hips forward, his tip stuffed inside your cervix. "t-take it," he huffed out.

not even a second later, jets of hot cum exploded inside of you. his warmth filled you, just as you asked. he painted your pussy white, & you came all over him for a final time, your pussy pulsating, milking him for every drop. the two of you stayed in that position, relaxed. he held you in his embrace, heavy breaths on your skin. katsuki pressed butterfly kisses along nape of your neck lazily. "so good f' me," he praised into your ear as he grazed your side with his fingertips. "so beautiful."

you hummed in respond. "you're my girl, aren't you?"

"only if you take me out to dinner after this," you joked, this was just a hookup because there's no way he would think of you as anything more, you figured.

"of course, whatever you want," he responded to your surprised. he pulled out of pussy, cum leaking out of your hole. he didn't care; no, he was proud. he sat you on his lap, forehead pressed against yours. katsuki, with his thumb, stroked your cheek & sang you sweet nothings. "you took me so well. i didn't go too hard, did i? you're mine," he would say.

"katsuki?"

"yes, princess?"

"why are you still hard?"

[silvermoon424]

Katy, I ended up watching a video that talked about the rise and fall of Oshi no Ko, which I remember you loving a while back and at the end of it I was like

I am so sorry this happened to a series you loved.

BESTIE I THINK WE SAW THE SAME VIDEO!! It's a really good, thorough recap of the series and why and how it drove off a fucking cliff, lol.

But yeah, the series was already on a steady decline for, like, a year and a half before it finally ended. But it was very much salvageable until Akasaka pulled "the father of the twins created a serial killer cult and Aqua had to do a murder-suicide with him to protect Ruby's career for some reason" out of his ass.

A lot of people (myself included) have pointed out that it feels like Akasaka originally planned the ending as "Aqua and Hikaru die together in the ocean as part of Aqua's revenge plot" and remained totally married to the idea even after Oshi no Ko grew into something else.

In the ACTUAL story, Aqua learns to let go of vengeance and decides to prioritize living for his friends and family (and because, well, life itself is worth sticking around for). His "revenge" on his father is non-violent; he first destroys Hikaru's reputation, then as the coup de grace reveals that Ai (whom he's been obsessed with and hung up over for YEARS) truly did love and care about him all along; he just didn't understand her. This seems to have a profound impact on Hikaru, to the point where he says he'll turn himself in for his crimes.

BUT PSYCH!!!! It turns out that he's actually an evil serial killer who is working with a member of Ai's old idol group who was obsessed with her, and they're going to keep trying to kill Ruby so she can't surpass Ai as the Most Perfect Idol Ever. So Aqua CLEARLY has no other choice than to commit suicide while also murdering his father to save... Ruby's career? He explicitly kills Hikaru AND himself to make it look like HE was murdered bc he doesn't want Ruby to be known as the sister of a murderer, which would ruin her career.

And then Ruby becomes Ai 2.0, lies and all. And earlier on the series made sure to emphasize that being an idol is a very ephemeral career with a hard expiration date, so Ruby will have like... a decade at most of being an idol before the industry finishes chewing her up. I'm totally sure she would rather have that than her brother!!!!

I can literally go on for a novella-length time about how utterly dogshit this ending is, lmao. If it were framed as a tragedy that would be one thing, but there's this really uncomfortable tone throughout that paints Aqua killing himself for his sister's career as beautiful and noble and I'm just like 👁️👄👁️

Ai Hoshino is still best girl tho 🩷

[dubina-dawkins]

WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, IT'S LIKE A LITTLE PRAY

~800 words

pairing: sam winchester x castiel

>Sam hasn't prayed in a long time, and it certainly is not hurting Castiel's ego at all...

warnings/notes:smut, mdni! perhaps offensive to religion? all fiction tho, fingering, sam is a whiny pup, softdom! cas, sub! sam, im really sorry f/ this one

REBLOGS WILL BE APPRECIATED

"Cas...tiel...nngh!" Sam throws his head back on the pillow, whimpering foully, so needy, like he's been alone and starving somewhere in the desert for years. It's weird, what's even happening...

Sam had prayed every day before. Woke up and put his hands together, prayed before breakfasts, lunches, dinners-while he was at Stanford, when he could eat on a schedule. Even when he started hunting with Dean again, he prayed constantly, more often than before.

Sam was a man of faith.

Until Dean died. Something in Sam lost all hope then. When prayers didn't save him or give him a shred of confidence, when nothing helped at all.

And when he first tasted Ruby's blood, sweet and sour at the same time, like a cherry, that forbidden fruit that could handle anything that prayers and faith in God and heaven could not, he began to forget the lines he had learned by heart over decades of life.

Even when he tried to cross, his fingers burned against the air and there was bitterness on his tongue. Oh, he was poisoned, he was polluted on some abstract level.

In angels he was disappointed. Heaven, God... And when even Ruby betrayed him - betrayed from the very first second! - he couldn't trust anyone. Not the feathered, not the horned, not even himself.

But God, how Sam longed to be purified. And the heat in his cheeks at the mere sight of the angel's cold blue eyes wasn't helping at all.

Cas was disappointed in Sam; hadn't even expected anything good from the beginning. Suspicious and leering, frowning, and even that disgruntled, frosty look lit a fire in Winchester so strong he could swear that if he let it out, it would burn everything around him, including himself.

"Purify me, Cas" said at the very threshold of tears, after much begging to come. Not prayers, but requests - as if Sam remembered a word of the prayers to the angels. Unless, notoriously, the words of prayers to guardian angels floated in his memory, but Cas wasn't one for him. Not to him, anyway.

The light touch of the angel's pale fingers on his cheekbone, burning his skin; just as holy water burns any evil, except in its most benign form. Castiel is silent, and still there is pity in his eyes. He is disappointed, but like any holy being he is merciful, especially to sinful mankind, according to all the precepts of the departed God.

And that purity, it hurts, and it hurts in the gut, in the bottom, because Sam likes it in the dirtiest sense of the word.

His flannel hangs neatly on a chair beside the cheap and creaky motel bed, his jeans tugged carelessly down to his ankles, his breathing ragged and rapid as he restlessly cradles the angel in his arms. How sinful was it to dirty an angel already gone from heaven?

Castiel's hand pressed gently but insistently on the hard bump in his white boxers, feeling the wet spot of precum as if he had no idea what he was doing. Oh, he knows what he's doing. He knows what he's doing, and he's doing it in a way that will drive Sam completely insane.

Angel takes his hand and brings it gently to his lips, leaving a feather-like kiss, and the brown-haired man doesn't hold back, pressing the pale palm sharply to his face, showering the cold skin with kisses. The touch of his lips is wet, sloppy, on the verge of biting - as a matter of habit.

Finally he raises his puppy dog eyes to Cas, silently asking for permission to do something, and receiving a hesitant nod, Sam pushes angel's index and middle fingers sharply into his mouth, coating them with saliva, squeezing Castiel's hand painfully hard - not in a rough way, more like needing, wanting, craving....

"Cas-"

"Pray for it."

The first word the angel says during the whole process sends a wave of goosebumps all over Sam's tanned skin, and he whimpers, arching his back like the dirtiest, cheapest whore in the world. God, he needs that sinful purity more than he needs fucking air.

"Angel of God, my Guardi- gaah..." he whimpered at the feel of wet fingers sliding over his cheekbone and jaw. Sam let out a heavy, long breath that was cut short when the fingers of Angel's dry hand lightly tugged the waistband of his white boxers. "My Guardian dear, to whom-"

Sam hissed at the sensation of cold air on his foreskin, and bent his legs at the knees as if to help Cass with the wet penetration of his fingers. His animal sounds, like a pure dog whimpering....

"Fuck..."

"...Now start again," Castiel paused.

Perhaps it wasn't purification, but the worst kind of torture.

a/n:haven't written in a while lol... but I really love sastiel and hadn't seen enough content with them on there so yk... working on coffeeshop! sastiel rn but idk if anyone will love it tho, stay checked

[singitforthegirls]

Some spoilery doctor who stuff.

I love Kate Lethbridge-Stewart with all my heart. And sfm. She's right. The Doctor would stop her from using the Shreek like that. So I'm glad he wasn't there.

Conrad is a fucking insecure lil man baby who can go fuck himself. And keep The Brigadier & his family outta his damn mouth.

And not even a convo with The Doctor where he gets a lil sinister snaps this guy outta his bullshit. He's legit a lost cause. But also fuck his mom too.

Glad Ruby saved him tho with that taser, but saying go to hell after. 🫶🫶🥰

Also omg, who is Mrs. Flood! I'm so excited to find that out. 🤩🤩🤩 Also potentially breakin Conrad outta jail. 🤔🤔🤔 But that doesn't mean he won't land back in jail and still die there at 49, not even a footnote.

[timecrayon]

there is so much negativity in this fandom. here are some things i liked about this new episode:

(spoilers under the cut)

it was a genuinely pretty fun plot and it tied up all the loose threads

good utilisation of the side characters (SIDE characters, i admit that putting belinda in a box is lazy at best and racist-sexist at worst)

ANITA!!!

genius use of the time hotel (yes it's deus ex machina, but who cares? where is your sense of whimsy?)

the whole scene where the doctor comes back and unit remembers was peak doctor who

ROSIE!

"I WAS A HOUSEWIFE" i love you mel

the discussion between the doctor and the rani at unit felt very consistent with her characterisation, she's not a villain bc she's evil, she's a villain bc she doesn't CARE

the whole rani/mel thing

PROJECT INDIGO!?

mrs flood fucking off when omega comes back and the doctor just going "oh thank you" all exasperated haha (why couldn't the rani have done the same tho?)

controversial, but i like that omega didn't come back properly, he should be saved for a story where the focus is actually on him

the doctor put the star certificate back into space, it's such a small detail (amazing that they fumbled the continuity of this season so hard, but THIS they somehow remembered)

the scene where they pass poppy's jacket back and forth was SO GOOD

NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! IT'S SO SO GOOD

(also side note bc i feel like nobody talked about it: the doctor has a very strange pained expression on his face when ruby talks about poppy as if he does remember and just doesn't want bel to know, he even winks at ruby knowingly)

i know mother!belinda is super controversial (i have a whole post about why i don't mind it as much as other people) but the point of "poppy is just one person, but she deserves to exist" is VERY doctor who and absolutely in line with the doctor's values

15: "i would have expected the other one. he is always turning up ..." lol

13: "we never really change, do we?"

IN ISOLATION, wow was the last scene between bel and the doctor well written and amazingly acted

belinda's inconsistent ending and ruby's adoption storyline unfortunately get caught in the cross-fire, but the themes of infertility and child loss as the through line of this episode are actually well handled and very poignant

look, you can hate mother!belinda all you want, but SHE GETS A HAPPY ENDING! OKAY?

i loved the little callback to the star and the doctor saying it was a joy, bc i feel like that's what ncuti's doctor was really about

[rapha-reads]

Wish World - live reaction

Ooooh, The Rani is fabulous. And definitely does not like whatever the Doctor did at the edge of the universe to bring magic and superstition into it. Seventh son of a seventh son, eh? That is old, ooold superstition, of course it'd be powerful.

... Yeah. What???? WHAT???

Oh, it's Poppy!!!! They're Poppy's parents, aaaaaah, no, wait, what the fuck is Conrad doing here now. Uh. Okay, this is terrifying actually, what the hell.

Bitch why does his book look like a bloody HP edition. I don't like that. I don't like aaaaaany of what's happening here.

Please tell me Ruby is here to snap him out of... Yep, no. Aaaaaaaah. Oh, this is going to be frustrating. Ow, Rubes meeting the next companion. Okay, there are better way to do this, Ruby babes.

"Someone expressing doubt" and Mel, brilliant Mel living right next to the Doctor. Things are so, so... Weird. Huh. Why. Why is there a dinosaur's skeleton walking in the sky??? What. Is. Happening.

"Doctor Who had lots and lots of human friends" - first of all does it have to be Doctor Who? Why not just the Doctor? Secondly I'm liking your bloody face less and less, Conrad. And I was already fully hating you before that, we're reaching new lows.

Nooooooo, all of this is weird... Can I get a Bourbon please? Those things are delicious. But all of this is so, so, so weird.

WHAT KINDA REGRESSIVE SHIT IS HAPPENING HERE WITH THE SEXISM AND THE HOMOPHOBIA???

I am so. So weirded out.

"Good little girl, then good little wife, then good little mother" - HOW ABOUT NO AND HOW ABOUT YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF, CONRAD.

Oh, boy. Things are already slipping through the cracks... Is Poppy an hallucination or did the Rani snatch her out of her own time and space?

Yeah, Belinda's definitely feeling the weirdness now. Go, sis, go.

Come on, stop trying to push Kate/Ibrahim, I like Ibrahim, but Kate's sapphic as hell, come oooon.

Well, at least good ol' Mrs Flood is not having fun. That's one person who definitely does not like her life right now...

Wait. Is Conrad the seventh son of the seventh son? Oh, okay, no, he's telling his wish to the boy, alright. This. Is. WEIRD.

WAS THAT THE TOYMAKER'S LAUGH? In hindsight, of course, Pantheon god. Yep.

Yeah, Mrs Flood got that right, he is terrifying and I am terrified.

What is her plan, what is her plan, what is her plaaaaaan, oh, she is scary. Science + magic, now that's a combination you should always be wary of.

"The One Who Is Lost"???? Excuse me, could you not introduce lore one episode before the final, oh my gods. Also the Rani and Mrs Flood look so badass on their balcony. Like. Villain goals, for sure.

Oh, poor Ruby is having it as rough as Billie when the Monks took control... But Shirley's got her sharp mind on at least.

Yeah, PTSD and depression are disabilities tho... Invisible ones.

Ooooh, 73 yards making an appearance. Of course Ruby would see beyond the veil... Most recent companion.

"Suspended", that's a good word for it.

Oooh! That line is gold, wait, rewind. "It's obvious, it's perception bias. He's not disabled, so he literally can't see us. And if he can't see us, well then we don't get seen." Wooooooow, okay, contender for absolute truth bomb here. This episode is Solid.

Susan... Nope, Rogue. Roooogue!!! Oh my gods I really hope he saves Rogue. "Tables don't do that" is one hell of a warning. How did Rogue manage to send a message if he's in super hell? Also do we have to call it super hell because I'm having flashbacks. But anyway, who planned Rogue sending the message? The Universe? Susan? The Rani herself?

"Like magic" "But it's not" my head hurtsssss.

"The Bone Palace" excuse me, the Rani is badass and her aesthetics are on point. The genocidal mania is less appealing.

Okay. Next question. Did the Rani sack the remains of Gallifrey to dig out those relics? Or are they illusions, or replicas?

Music? MUSIC ? AGAIN ? Something is going on with the music since Fifteenth's debut. Also I thought that was a Master's thing, is the Rani a copycat or is she the og one and the Master copied her?

Y'all are not the last of anything, because first of all the Master isn't dead yet, come on, and if you survived, Rani, then others might have, too.

"He waked the gods" don't like thaaaaaaat.

Hey, Your Majesty? Why are you explaining your evil plan to the Doctor? You do know he's the Doctor? You do know even with half his mind he'll come up with a counterplan? Ah, thanks for answering immediately, I like when that happens.

... The First Time Lord. Only that. Okay. I'm going to go on such a deep lore dive.

"Nice of you to join us, Doctor, but I remember you too. And I know that you'll try everything to stop me, so I can't take that risk." - ah, I see. She is indeed the smartest of the Doctor's opponents.

What do you mean, Poppy is real?????? What do you mean???????

Also did Belinda disappear because she got pushed out of the fixed point or because she was teleported somewhat maybe by Susan?

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS AND I AM SO WEIRDED OUT BUT IT WAS SO COOL.

Ahem. Sorry for yelling. This is terrific Doctor Who, ngl. Kinda explains all the fourth wall breaks by Mrs Flood. And maybe even the Doctor's, if we consider that Conrad was narrating all of the Doctor's adventures to Desiderium.

[ghost-bison]

doctor who 15x01 (the robot revolution) spoilers! (actually, spoilers for the whole show including classic who)

it's been pointed out before that there's a bit of nine in fifteen but in the last episode it's been proven how much: the doctor's reaction to alan's ending reminded me of nine's reaction to cassandra exploding lmao. what's creepy about fifteen tho is that where nine was more like nonchalant queen about it, fifteen straight up made it into a joke and then burst out laughing.

like, most doctors are frustrated, for example twelve "i'm tired of losing", or ten who's just the result of nine spending so much time with rose that he starts breaking the laws of time because he wants to control life and death, and when his attempts at giving the enemy a second chance unsurprisingly fail, he takes revenge out of spite. thirteen is no better. fourteen is a sap, and eleven tends to pretend he's cold about taking lives when actually, his childish demeanor and tendency to turn to kids and get along with them is just a disguise of what he wishes he was (cause adults don't blame kids when kids act like shit, it's always "he's just a kid", and eleven needs to deny his past and nature in order to survive).

but nine and fifteen? they're actually cold about it.

nine is just out of the time war, he's basically in soldier mode (and funnily enough, doctors, just like soldiers, tend to detach themselves from the people they save/kill cause it's easier to do the job then).

as for fifteen, he's possibly billions of years old, he went through what all the doctors went through: letting susan go, jamie and zoe forgetting him, the trial on gallifrey, the guilt of losing adric, saying goodbye to most companions, then the time war, being separated from rose (twice), the only other time lord left dying in his arms, seeing river die (and knowing he'd fall in love with her anyway when he sees her again), having to erase donna's memories of him, dying alone "because" of someone he loves, the guilt of what happened to amy, rory, clara and bill, the trap set by the time lords, losing the master again, the flux, donna almost dying in his arms again, then obviously losing her of old age after a few decades of peace and joy, then losing rogue, having to say goodbye to ruby (the doctor always hated being alone but i think now it's even worse) and losing sasha. and i'm just scraping the surface of all the horrors he went through.

so yes, the two of them are cold and detached, sometimes in a strange way.

and at the same time, fifteen cries every episode and nine is just so SO happy the only time he manages to save everyone.

disney might have ruined some aspects of the show for me (*cough* gen z talk every 5 seconds *cough* the too-smooth special effects) but for now, the doctor is still the doctor: ridiculous, cringe, excentric, tired, fantastic, brilliant, dumb af, a genius, and i hope he gets to keep being all that for many years to come

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it's SO funny how crowley latches onto dean even tho sam is the one he feels "sentimental" about. bro was like. oh wow the human blood made me think i was in love with u or some shit, embarrassing. is your brother single? and i think that's why sam hates him

One thing I am noticing about Sam is that he is very anti-demon after season 4, which is understandable. We see this most strongly with Crowley in season 5, but it's not just Crowley—it's Meg too. And Sam and Dean also have many other reasons to hate Meg. But like Sam comments twice about how wary he is about them working with Meg in season 7, even if her only role is to keep watch over Cas at the hospital because they have no other options.

SAM I don't know. I mean, we can't just leave him. DEAN Well, we can't bring him with us. Everything on the planet's out for us, okay? Word gets out, we can't protect him. Not really. This is safer. Every demon who knows about Cas is dead. SAM Not everyone. Look, Dean, this whole "enemy of my enemy is my friend" thing feels kind of like a demon deal. DEAN It's not a deal. It's – SAM It's what? DEAN Mutually assured destruction. Look, man, I get it. She's not our friend. We don't even have friends. All our friends are dead.

It's funny because people often perceive Dean as this very dogmatic figure who can't handle the idea of working with demons and hates Ruby just because she's a demon, but he is the first person to trust a demon (the often forgotten Casey from 3.04). He never trusted Ruby, but he saved her bacon twice (3.09 and 3.10) because he actually does understand the concept "the enemy of my enemy is my friend". He shows this again with Crowley in 5.20 (an episode titled "The Devil You Know" which is rather pointed). Sam doesn't trust Crowley one iota. He tried to kill Crowley in 5.10 right after Crowley gave them the colt, and I actually think that interaction is what makes Dean decide Crowley can be trusted as an ally against the devil. In 5.20, Dean decides Crowley is on their side and agrees to go with him on a solo mission without Sam (because Crowley does not trust Sam not to shoot him) and Sam is so upset about it he vents to Bobby on the phone lol. (To Dean's credit, when Crowley tries to convince Dean to keep the Brady secret from Sam under the suspicion that Sam will fly off the handle, Dean refuses to lie to his brother).

But yeah I mean joking about Deancrowley aside, Sam has a strong distrust of demons post season 4 and has hated Crowley from day one. He 100% connects him with Ruby, and I don't know that his general distrust of demons or his hatred for Crowley in particular ever truly goes away. I mean I think there's a reason season 13 Dean only dares mention losing Crowley in a private prayer to god while shouting to the roof tops over Cas when it's made clear to him that Sam wants to ignore his death. I think Sam's probably at least a little resentful that Dean seems to be pretty good at figuring out when he can and can't trust a demon not to backstab them. Add the "summer of love" and Crowley's gloating about it and the resentment just builds and builds. Rowena didn't need to do any convincing to get Sam to kill Crowley for her lmao.

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Season 4 Episode 20 - The Rapture

Well that sounds important

○ Dean dreaming. Cas shows up. Says they need to talk somewhere "more private" like they aren't literally in his head. How else could they do it to ensure no one's listening in? He passed him a note.

○ Can we all acknowledge Misha's absolutely amazing acting skills. I love this man so much. Like yeah, that is definitely not Cas.

○ Also, where's Cas?

○ Dean wants to return Jimmy to his family. Sam wants to keep him to figure out what's up with the big Angel fight that clearly went down

Dude just wants to see them 💔💔

But the boys won't let him go home. It's too dangerous. Demons and angels are going to want to know what's up too.

I could listen to Jimmy's response to that alllllll day. Misha's voice and acting are so amazing

○ He snuck out

○ So did Sam

Needed to get his demon blood fix. Gross. (Dean still doesn't know that's a thing)

The lack of sexual tension between Dean and Jimmy is so funny

○ Anna just popping in. That was funny. She's still so bland. Especially when you think of these moments between them and Cas.

She says Cas was sent to heaven. And it's a painfully bad thing.

She needs to figure out what Cas wanted to say. Needs them to get Jimmy back.

○ Poor Jimmy.

*Flashback*

His wife thought he was having mental issues bc he believed an angel was talking to him

He gave up his family for Castiel (but made him promise his family would be okay)

Damn the obvious difference between Jimmy and Cas again. I love you, Misha.

*Back to the present*

"We stopped looking for you"

She won't let him see his daughter either

"I was in a psych clinic"

It wasn't even his fault. He couldn't have popped in to see them or called them and they can't even know that.

○ Sam is trying to hit up his dealer (Ruby) bc he's needing his fix

○ Awe Jimmy gets to eat supper with his family

Awee he lost all his faith

He's crying bc he's happy. I'm so sad bc I know he doesn't stick around.

And of course demons are after him. And his family.

And his wife saw him clock him while saying he's a demon. She thinks he's actually insane 💔💔

The boys coming in to save them

(Sam was too weak to kill one psychically. Must need the blood to keep him strong)

Sam telling Jimmy that he either goes as far away from his family as possible or puts a bullet in his own head 💔💔💔 He's angry. Damn withdrawal.

Jimmy has to say goodbye to his family 😭😭 (they believe him now)

SHIT. Jimmy's wife is possessed by a demon. Poor little Claire.

○ Jimmy yelling out to Cas 💔💔😭💔

He's gotta save his family from demons

WOAH Cas is using little Claire as a vessel and kicking everyone's ass. Knew he'd step up

○ oh. Dean seeing Sam go crazy for demon blood.

○ Jimmy forced to be a vessel for Cas again so that it's not Claire being the vessel 💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭💔💔😭💔😭

"You won't die. Or age." Neither of those things are true

○ "I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean"

Oh they DEFINITELY fucked with my boy's brain

○ Sam waiting for Dean to get angry. Yell at him. Punch him. Dean doesn't have it in him.

THEY LOCKED HIM IN A REINFORCED ROOM. That's a harsh rehab.

It's interesting how every time Cas goes to heaven (by choice or by being dragged again) after this, it's in the vessel

I feel IMMENSELY sorry for Jimmy and his family.

I love all his scenes tho. I love Misha's acting soo much. And his non-Cas voice. And how he looks. And everything.

And he looked DAMN FINE this entire episode

(My being in love with Misha Collins fuels my watching of the show. You'll have to bear with me)

Tiktok I like of Jimmy

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Okay, we all know being a demigod is a shit position. Its scary and gets you killed in really nasty ways. But I feel like being a Big Three Kid has to be the shitiest position in all the shit positions.

Like, imagine being Thalia Grace. Your dad is king of the gods, lord of the skies. Led a war to get rid of a tyrant. And the only thing you get is his scorned wife AND brother, who both try to kill you (with one technically succeeding), a drunk of a mother, and brother who you thought was dead. Oh, wait, he’s not dead! No instead he was used as an offering to appease your dad’s wife and help fight in a war and prevent mass destruction.

Or maybe you can imagine being Percy. Son of the sea god, the stormbringer, the earthshaker. You get to live with a disgusting, abusive man for around 6 years. Who smells like literal shit. All because your scent as a demigod is too strong, BECAUSE of who your father is. You see things that you aren’t supposed to see and do things that people can’t do and go years thinking something is wrong with you. That your the problem. Then you get to the one place where you’re supposed to be save. But! Here is the kicker! You’re not! Your uncles hate you and you’ve been accused of stealing a symbol of power. A series of events that will kick off a war, and guess what. You’re a center point for it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.

Mhm, but then there’s Hazel. Daughter Pluto, god of the underworld and riches. But that doesn’t really change anything does it? She’s still living in 1930s America, in a red state. One where confederate flags still hang if you go deep enough into the city. She go to a school where the kids are supposed to be just like her! They still don’t like her tho. She’s got no idea who your father is, only that he left her with a parting gift. Only it’s not really a gift. Sure, she can pull rubies and diamonds from the earth, all worth millions. But anyone who’s ever gonna touch it will die. She lives with her mother, a woman gone so mad with greed it kills her. And Hazel, by the way. Laying dead Alaska, inhaling oil. But it doesn’t end there! She can’t have her mother suffering for eternity, can she? The answer is no. Hazel gets to spend the next 70 years in the Fields of Asphodel. It still doesn’t end! Because when she’s brought back to life, she gets to fight in a war against giants, her sad story seemingly never ending.

Nico’s a son of one of the Big Three, one of the most ancient and most powerful. But most people look at him as something bad, something not worth taking a second glance at. Something too look away from, mostly. He’s from the 30s, spent years in a magical time casino with only his sister at his side. She doesn’t stay for long though, she dies soon after they discover their heritage. And he doesn’t remember his mother much, a name without a face. A face without a name. He survived an attempted assassination at 2, though it wouldn’t be the only time his was life was threatened. He clings to his sister, even though she’s dead. He’s the son of the god of the underworld, is he not? There had to be a way, and there is. Only she won’t talk to him, she seems more concerned with communicating with the guy who got her killed instead. She chooses rebirth, and he decides to lay it to rest. She’s not coming back, and he has a war to fight in. (He gets stuck in a jar and forcibly outed a few years later, but that’s a lot to get into for now.)

Jason Grace is a pillar of New Rome, their golden boy, their American boy. He’s a son of Jupiter, a natural born leader. He’s been at camp for as long as he can remember, he wants to be praetor soon. He’s had a rocky start, but maybe he’ll be one of the lucky ones. Retire a veteran and live a long life with Reyna in New Rome. Only that never happened. He has no idea where he is, there’s a girl holding his hand, and she’s cute but it feels wrong. They get attacked and people come in and call him a Greek demigod, familiar, yes, but still wrong. It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t put things into perspective the way it does for Piper and Leo. He’s goes to a quest to rescue Hera, the name sounds wrong. He nearly dies but at least he remembers who he is. He spends the next 6 months trying to get back home, even though he isn’t too sure on where or what home is. He gets there, eventually, but it doesn’t stop there. He’s dragged on quests and battles and fights in the war but at least he survives it, he’s still there. Apollo needs help, he and Piper give him aid. He gets dumped. He doesn’t get to he a veteran in New Rome. Not with Reyna, not with Piper, not with anybody. He doesn’t get kids or grandkids. No, he gets shot down, another demigod buried.

You could be any one of them, really. Pick your poison, but I guarantee you won’t like any of them. Spending years trying to find a place where you belong, where you feel safe. Only for it to never come.

Percy, who, if you really look at the books, isn’t really all that well liked until he’s at least 2 years into camp. Only to then be sidelined because the courages, brave, fearless daughter of Zeus is back from the dead. Nico, the son of one of the most feared and hated gods. Who has death written all over him, who excludes it so much animals can smell it and humans can sense it, who’s been ostracized and pushed off to the side since he was 10. Hazel, who was treated like disease as soon as she stepped foot on camp soil. Who’s gone her whole life looked as something that’s cursed, that will only bring misfortune, a bad omen.

Shit positions, all of them.

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(ch. 21/107) -- CASS !!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE DONE THIS TO ME 😖😖 this chapter was insane, i was on the edge of my seat the whole time, inching closer to my laptop like i wanted to insert myself into the story to see it with my own eyes. from the opening i was like "omg, harry's fucked" this is why you don't follow the ghosts of your dead mother, harold ! the claustrophobic space would've driven me over the edge personally, harry is a champ for staying as long as he did. it is also insanely in character for voldemort to keep harry's glasses close to him so he could "see" in the pitch black dark of the room, what a bitch. the whole confrontation with voldemort was just so *chef's kiss* with both harry AND ruby, they're both such spiteful little cretins i love them, they make voldemort so angry without even having to do much. i absolutely love it when voldy says he sees lily in ruby bc we all know everyone says that about harry with their parents, but i feel like it's very rarely said about ruby. one of my favourite moments was definitely moody calling tom dumbledore's "assistant" that had to have humbled him (also tom and dumbledore giving each other knowing looks, and tom "looking for approval" from dumbledore and all is so cute actually, that's his forced adopted son right there). we got the malfoy breakdown bathroom scene too, woohoo !! (i loved the wet cat comparison, he's such a fucking loser). also, got literal chills when ruby started "sweet talking" and placating malfoy and she's like "am i dumbledore? am i fucking tom riddle? well this is shit..." like girl... you've been amongst manipulators for way too long, you have become them 😭 anyway, get you friends like ron, hermione and anthony, they're so loyal and unhinged it's crazy. speaking of unhinged, i appreciated barty jr making an appearance ! poor ruby tho, getting chased by a madman, getting abandoned, stumbling upon voldemort's office, getting told your twin is dead and then getting saved all at once AND during exam season? yikes, i do not envy you girl. but hello? the ending scene?? you go bella, take charge girl?! but also, release tommy, what is my guy doing there? how did he get drugged?? 😭 can't trust teenagers(?) early twenties guys with nothing anymore (i forgot his age and cannot do the maths rn). YOU ARE SO CRUEL MAKING ME WAIT A WEEK FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER UGH !!

Insane was what I was going for, so I'm glad it delivered!!

This is indeed why you don't follow the ghost of your dead mother (especially when a Seer warned you not to chase ghosts). I thought the glasses were a nice touch (because Voldemort is a petty bitch if nothing else).

they're both such spiteful little cretins i love them -- spite is the Potter special. And, yes, a compliment from Voldemort (but at what cost).

Tom definitely doesn't fw being called Dumbledore's 'assistant' (he prefers colleague) and you know they were having a whole secret conversation with Legilimency.

Full disclosure, half the reason I sent Malfoy to Durmstrang for a whole three years is because personally I find him a little boring until HBP and the assassination plot and specifically the bathroom breakdown (the loser trait adds some dimension).

"am i dumbledore? am i fucking tom riddle? well this is shit..." like girl... you've been amongst manipulators for way too long, you have become them -- exactly, exactly, you get it. This is what happens when you get Sorted into the manipulator House, hang out with the Headmanipulator and do an exchange year with Lord Voldemort Junior.

Speaking of, yes, definitely get you friends who will break into Voldemort's headquarters to save you with zero plan. (I'm glad it was obvious the Death Eater chasing them was Barty Crouch since none of the characters mentioned his name). Ruby's going through to say the least (+Dumbledore and his dramatic timing).

Diary!Tom's about 19 right now (since he was 16 in June 1943/April 1993). I was thinking to myself I couldn't remember his exact age a while ago as well and had to check my character wiki. I'm not sure whether it's wilder that he's now older than I was when I started writing this fic or that he's gotten up to so much bullshit in such a short timespan.

Anyway, how Bellatrix and Tom wound up in that situation (along with everything else that happened 'off-screen') will be revealed! (Also Chapter 22 is 95% done but it's definitely coming on time).