#hates his guts wants Nothing to do with him

[tojisteddy]

Shiu who has dealt with all kinds of brats in his life, up until he met you.

cw: 18+ mdni, smut, hair pulling, cockwarming, age gap (reader 20s, Shiu 30s), (kinda) rough sex.

It’s not that you’re bad per se, you just don’t ask for anything. Little to nothing.

“Can you reach that for me?” Or “could you pick up the food I ordered for dinner? It’s paid for.”

He’s used to having to break the bank for the people hes been with, used the tantrums and correcting attitudes (hates to admit part of him likes it), high energy, needy and spoiled spouses. But with you, oh his sweet darling you, you have a probelm with telling him what you want. You were so laid back, so independent, the man thought you were so adorable he had to have you.

Won’t tell him what you want to eat for dinner or if you actually wanted to go to the movies. Will stand around like a lost puppy till Shiu comes home at the crack of Dawn, he’ll ask you what you’re doing up and you just shrug, “I wanted some water” but you’re wide awake. Patiently waiting for him to finish showering and eating dinner, just to cuddle up on the couch with him while the tv plays.

Needless to say, the older man is dying to spoil you rotten. Buy out the mall for you, buy out a pan of your favorite pastries, buy all the books or stuffed animals you’d ever want— even made an excuse for you to “save your money” just so you could move in with him so he could buy whatever you needed.

You’d learned not to object when he went to pay anymore, good girl, but we’re still timid about asking for his help. You didn’t want to bother him, even though not asking for help or using your words bothered him.

What better way to teach you how to ask for help than to keep you full all night without fucking you properly?

You were sat in his lap, cunt fluttering around his leaking cock, withering and hiccuping from how long Shiu had dragged this out, cigarette smoke swirling in the air from the lit tobacco, his hand ever so lightly rubbing up and down your back, attempt to soothe you. But he knew, if anything, this was just riling you up.

You whine his name, looking back at the older man with such a heart shattering pout, he almost lets up. Almost. Getting drunk on your whisky brown eyes.

“What’d’you need darling, hm? What do you want? Need your words.”he grunts, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close so your back meats his chest.

The small shift makes you moan, his tip reaching higher, stiring your guts. His big, thick dick stretching out your walls out till you took each inch of him.

“Shiuuuu please, I- hnngh- haven’t done anything wrong!” Hot tears roll down your brown skin, you hiccup. Your syrupy walls clench around him making him hiss.

He puts the tobacco back to his lips, resting his chin in the crook of your shoulder. His eyes trail you, and God damn it, you’re the most beautiful person hes ever seen. His rough hand rubs at your abdomen, right where he can feel himself with a simple press of his fingers. You whimper, crying out again, gripping at his hands.

He coo’s, “Awww baby,” he brushes your curls out of your face, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek, “you’re still not usin your words, how can I treat you right if you don’t tell me what you need, hm?”

You don’t even have the strength to fight anymore, your panting, shaking from the older man not fucking you, you whine, “Please Shiu, please make me cum, I want you to make me cum-“

You didn’t have to tell him twice, he immediately stands the two of you up, one arm wrapping around your waist, his hand wrapping around your hair and using it as leverage to plummet deep inside you.

“There you go fuckin go baby, see how easy it is- fuck- haaah- how easy it is for your old man to give you want?” He teases, groaning at the warm your snug cunt is around him, snapping his hips faster than before, arching your back further, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

All you could do is moan, the pain and pleasure of it all consuming you. Your breasts bouncing with every movement, nipples getting hard. He yanks your head back, smashing his lips into yours. Giving you the sloppiest French kiss as he hits your gooy special spot inside you, making your legs tremble. The sweet sound of your skin clapping together every time he bottoms out.

His husky voice dances against your lips, “Gonna let me spoil you all I want?”

You choke on a broken sob, nodding profusely, “Uh-huh- oh fuck! Oh my god!”

“Gonna give you everything Angel, every-fucking thing.” And ruts into you with every word, harder, shattering so wonderfully around him.

Your soaking cunt pulls his cock in, clamping down and aching for it— and Shiu does gives you everything. Thick ropes of cum entering your cervix. He works it into you, making sure you get every drop you asked for.

“That’s a good girl baby.”

a/n: I love him. Reversal brat taming lol.

[xoxochb]

I need some enemies to lovers with percy where the enemies part is totally one sided 'cause percy is head over hell for reader, he just puts up the act to have excuses to fight with her because at least that way they are talking.

— we both like apple cider! ౨ৎ

warnings: enemies to lovers, percy is atrociously down bad… swearing… and that should be it pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader in which the three times percy pined for his enemy and the one time he confessed

i. june twentieth.

“you’re sitting on my dock.”

with a glare, you point down at the wood underneath which you stand and percy sits. he glances down to where you indicate before smiling up at you. though he has to squint and cover his eyes with his hand to accommodate the bright sun.

“is your name on it?”

you huff and cross your arms. “it’s not. but I sit here everyday after lunch. and you of all people are not allowed to sit here.”

“excuse me.” percy smirks and holds his hands up defensively, standing up per your request. “sorry queen (name). didn’t know you’ve claimed this specific dock.”

“well now you do.” your expression doesn’t falter with your words.

but percy… his devilish grin falters at your face. to him, you’d always had such an extraordinary beauty. even when you scowled at him with hatred.

and he thinks especially when he’d watch you from across the campfires, laughing at something your friend had said. your smile was radiant. contagious. it was embarrassing how many times he caught himself grinning at the sight of you happy.

but it was redundant to even think these things while you hated his guts. would you ever like him? maybe. in some universe. for now he pines.

“are you planning to leave or are you going to continue to stare at me like a creep?”

percy snaps out of his trance, brows furrowing. “no! I.. no. I’m leaving right now.”

“thank you, peasant jackson.” you flash him a sarcastic smile before sitting down on the edge of the dock, opening your book on your lap and beginning to read.

the son of poseidon glances back at you one last time before parting ways. how he only wishes to stay, to watch the wind tousle your locks and your look of contentment as you focus on your thick romance-fantasy novel.

he sighs drearily before exiting the lake.

⟡ 𓂃⋆ . ˚

ii. july twenty-second.

“you are such an asshole!”

without hesitation, you slap percy’s arm with as much force as humanly possible. he winces but nonetheless, laughs.

“they’re just forages! they don’t bite, einstein.”

“does it look like I give a fuck? get away from me with your stupid forage fish.”

percy extends the bucket of fish to you like he’s going to throw them then laughs again as you yelp and trip, falling into the water.

when you return back up, your expression is nothing but anger. “I am going to kill you.”

he almost wants you to.

the way your wet hair cascades over your shoulders and your bikini sticking to your skin and the water falling over your skin and your parted lips as you yell and scold him.

percy uses the bucket of fish to cover his tightening swim trunks.

“you’re not even listening!” you throw your hands up dramatically. “this is asinine. I’m leaving. and you— if you follow me I will pop your head off like a barbie doll, got it?”

he nods compliantly.

you send him a withering look before slowly making your way out of the water.

for a moment, percy is tempted to take got by your hand and have you trip again just to see you rise from the water like the goddess you were again. or to even just continue your banter about fish.

whatever would keep the conversation going, really.

instead, he watches as you throw back a foul indication with your right hand before running across the sand and through the woods and stepping stones.

great.

⟡ 𓂃⋆ . ˚

iii. august third

it was silent. so incredibly silent.

which wasn’t so odd for a game of capture the flag. plus, percy had found a decent hiding spot so if anyone on red team was to pass by trying to take his teams’s flag he would step out and prevent them.

but silent.

and this gecko…

he had made friends with a gecko.

it’s scales felt almost soothing underneath his fingertips. and how it’s gaze was so curious. percy wondered if there was a rule in camp against having pets.

though, hecate cabin did own a mutual black cat. her name was luna, as basic as that was, it was a gift from their mother herself.

maybe if he just snuck jeff the gecko into his cabin he could get away with it… hmmmm…

“holy gods! you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing?!”

percy jumps as he hears you yell at him. you’re gazing almost worriedly at him through the trees, clutching your heaving chest.

“hiding from red team.”

you drop your hands to your side. “I’m team red, dipshit. how’s that working out for you?”

he shrugs and comes out to the path, gecko still in hand. he notices your eyes drop down to it. “his name is jeff.”

you look from the gecko, to percy, to the empty pathway and then back at percy again. he has to force down a smile upon eye contact.

“I’m going to go capture your flag now, asshole.”

“no you’re not.”

“yes I am.”

“no you’re not.”

“yes I am.”

“no you’re—”

you hold your sword to him before the ‘not’ can exit his mouth. percy holds up his free hand defensively. slowly, he drops jeff onto a nearby rock, then picking up his own sword.

“up for a duel?” you challenge.

“if it keeps you away from my flag.”

“it won’t! but I’m willing to sword fight you anyways.”

“okay…” percy gets himself into position before you can lunge at him spontaneously. “on the count of three?”

“yeah, no.”

you lunge spontaneously, aiming for his side. but percy is quick to move, raising his sword to clank against your own.

you aim for his opposite side this time, only grazing his armor but nothing more.

stupid reflexes ughhhhh.

“will you just stand still so I can stab you?”

percy laughs. “what the fuck?”

you hit him with the tip of your sword, sending him back against a tree until you corner him. you rest the side of your sword against his neck to keep him in place.

your faces only remain inches apart. you can see the hues of pink that paint his cheeks and feel his warm breath against your face.

but you won’t be distracted.

“you are going to let me pass. you won’t follow me and I’m going to go get your flag and bring it back to my side. understand?”

“isn’t this cheating?”

“not if I win.”

you send him a look before removing your sword and continuing down the path.

to your surprise, percy remains against the tree for as long as you can see until out of eyesight.

hm.

⟡ 𓂃⋆ . ˚

iv. august eighteenth

“you didn’t come to my party.”

“nope.” you shake your head, tossing another rock into the water absentmindedly.

percy frowns at your forward tone of voice. you hadn’t even cared to spare him a glance.

with a sigh, he stuffs his hands in his jean’s pockets. he shouldn’t have been expecting you to. it was silly. you hated him. why would you come to his birthday party if you hated him?

“I still have half a cake.” percy kicks some sand. “if you say please maybe I’ll let you have a slice.”

“no.” you skip another rock, watching it go four times before you pick up another.

“okay…” percy whispers, frowning. “can I, uhm, join you?”

you pause, rock in hand. then you turn around for the first time tonight. wetness stains your soft cheeks. you hand percy your rock.

“annabeth was at your party,” you state.

percy nods, running his thumb over the rock. it was iridescent almost. “she was, yeah.”

you sigh slowly, not responding.

percy decides to continue, “you weren’t at my party though.”

“nope. annabeth was.”

his brows furrow at your repeated statement. “all of my friends were there.”

“I’m not your friend, percy.” you hug yourself to shield from the coldness of the night.

“I know you’re not. but…” the argument was useless. you weren’t his friend— you were right. but the pang of sadness upon seeing you hadn’t came was undeniable.

you wait expectantly for him to finish his sentence. when it doesn’t come, you sit in silence, only the sea’s waves breaking it.

“you came to my thirteenth birthday party.”

you nod. it was his first party at camp. you remember how he hadn’t had many friends besides grover and annabeth. yet a ton of camp had came anyways to celebrate. you think, really, because the stolls had managed to sneak in beer. but whatever

you’d heard all about the new boy at camp. the famous percy jackson nobody would shut up about. you’d baked him chocolate chip cookies and made a handwritten card, asking for friendship. your intention was to deliver it to him in person to say hello.

but he was too wrapped up in the rest of his party to even notice you walking up to him. and you hate him for that.

“I did.”

a beat of silence passes. “I read your note. it… I still have it in my nightstand.”

“okay.”

“you haven’t came to my parties since then.”

“nope.”

percy throws his rock into the ocean frustratedly. “do I get a full sentence or will you keep talking in one-words?”

“did you have fun at your party?”

he shrugs. “you didn’t come.”

how many more times—

“I didn’t. I haven’t came to your stupid birthday parties since we were thirteen so stop saying that!”

percy opens his mouth and then closes it when you go in for round two.

“you care more about all those other people! you get tons of presents and a blue cake and you even get free beer! I don’t understand why you’re so adamant on the idea that I wasn’t at your party!”

“well you weren’t—”

“if you tell me again that I wasn’t at your party I will fucking drown you.”

percy pouts. “I wanted you to be at my party.”

you freeze.

no.

“stop.” you shake your head, closing your eyes. if you can’t seem him maybe he won’t be here.

“stop what? is it so hard to believe that I actually want you to be at my party? celebrating my birthday with me? I get that you hate me and have something against me for some reason but I wanted you to come because I like seeing you!”

you open your eyes. “you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you! I never hated you!” percy desperately, yet diligently grabs onto your hands, forcing you to stay facing him. “you’ve always hated me. I play along because I like talking to you but I don’t hate you and I want you at my birthday parties.”

a tear falls down your cheek again. four. two on each side. but you won’t cry. not over a boy. not over percy who you’ve had to remind yourself everyday that you don’t like despite everything.

“stop.”

“tell me why you hate me.”

“no.”

“please,” he whines. “I can live with knowing you hate me, fine. but I can’t live knowing that I don’t even know why you hate me.”

percy drops your hands and cups your face instead, rubbing away your tears with his thumbs. you let out a shaky exhale, examining his green eyes.

“I don’t hate you, percy.”

“then why do you always say that you do?”

“you didn’t see my cookies.”

his brows furrow. “what?”

“when you turned thirteen. I wanted to hand you the cookies but you didn’t see me.”

“I ate all twenty of those cookies, for your information.”

“you did?”

“they were blue, of course I did. I was going to ask you for more the next day but you kept ignoring me.”

“oh.”

“yes.” percy raises one hand and taps at your head. “I would’ve said hi to you if I hadn’t been forced into beer pong with ares cabin.”

you break a grin. “I guess… I was a bit of an ass.”

“a bit is a understatement. but I missed out on an entire night of seeing you so I don’t feel so great either.”

“I suppose we’re even.”

you reach up on tippy-toes. going in for an apologetic kiss on the cheek. though percy turns last minute, watching your every move and you end up kissing his mouth instead.

but it’s so much better.

[cheriecoke]

˚₊‧꒰ა DISTRACTION ! — sanji

contents. fluff, established relationship, reading/reader likes books, smoking (duh), pet names, self-ship coded so maybe ooc but canon to me lol, i wrote this a year ago. so. i suppose i’ll let you have it now. ~800 words.

"i can't read when you're staring at me like that."

your eyes were glued onto the page, as you tried to digest the words that continued to be nothing but a blur. despite the plot becoming a mystery to you, you continued on, hoping to keep up the pretense of focus.

you'd just go back a few pages in the morning.

"you seem to be reading just fine," sanji said cheekily, smiling through his words and the cigarette burning orange between his lips.

he rested on his side, chest propped up as he watched you, lazily. a cloud of smoke rose through the air, hovering over you before drifting out the cracked window.

though you hated the way it lingered, sometimes, it was comforting, how it smelled like sanji.

you rolled your eyes, but your mock indignation was useless, once you saw the way he was looking at you. it was how he always looked at you — like you were more beautiful than a string of starlights in the galaxy.

with heated cheeks, you shoved his face away when he came in for a kiss, trying not to smile.

"no," you mumbled, pinching a page between your fingers, your interest in the book, unfortunately, lost. "i'm distracted. you're distracting me."

the candle flickered, making it difficult to read, anyway. it was late. midnight dampened the day with its raven hues, and you were wrapped in the bright warmth of another, heart pumping blood through your chest with sickening affection.

as if the world was telling you to put the book down.

sanji laughed, resting his chin on your knees as he stared up at you, the blue of his irises more to you than the summer skies. the lean muscles of his biceps flexed as he leaned over to dump the dwindling cigarette into the ash tray. “you’re distracting. how can i look at anything else when you’re in the room, chérie?”

"is that so?" you hummed softly, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. "maybe you should leave the room, then."

sanji pouted, his palm splayed across your thigh, tracing startlingly soft patterns across your skin. "wouldn't you get lonely?"

"nope," you said, "you're a nuisance."

but you smiled through the words, no real heat behind them. instead, you found yourself leaning over to kiss him, your fingers threading their way easily through his hair.

“a nuisance, huh?” sanji whispered against your mouth, still tasting starkly of the wine he’d cracked open at dinner. his stubble rubbed your skin as he traced kisses across your cheeks, mouth still parted into a grin. “maybe i’ll keep bothering you if this is the result.”

you laughed, and it was almost gut-wrenching, just how happy you sounded. it had always seemed a faraway, incapable dream, to be in love like this. sometimes, you were still almost certain you'd wake up from it one day.

sanji, as if reading your thoughts, curled up beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple before nestling into your side. he dropped his chin to your shoulder, nose brushing against your cheek.

“will you read to me?” he asked, eyes so gentle, like he couldn't bear to look away from you.

your chest hiccuped, and you softened, melting, just a little more. it wasn't easy for you, like it was for sanji, to voice the endless adoration your felt for him, but you tried. in your own little way, you did everything you could to show him his affections were returned.

“you don’t even know what it’s about,” you said, exhaling a short laugh as you squeezed his hand, hoping it communicated every ounce of love you felt for him.

he smiled against your cheek and kissed you again, understanding.

“do you want to tell me?” sanji asked, weaving your fingers together, gently caressing your knuckles. there was a sleepy haze to his eyes, and he settled further into the bed. “i’ll listen.”

you swallowed, choking back your own emotion.

the hopefulness in his voice had you nearly tossing the book aside to kiss him hard, hold him close until you both fell asleep, lulled by the sounds of the sea and the wind against the sails.

it was rare to have such an attuned ear, and even rarer for someone to remember. sanji seemed to pick up on all the little things you'd thought no one would ever notice, all the words you never spoke.

it still caught you off guard, when he brought up something you’d said weeks again, repeated it back to you like it would have been a sin to think such a simple fact was meaningless. when he listened to you talk about the books he never would have cared about otherwise, and recalled details even you had forgotten.

you loved him so much for it.

you flicked the book back open again, letting your fingers trace the pages you'd already read. “sure, sanji,” you said, exhaling softly. “i’ll tell you about it.”

thanks for reading, mwah <3

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

🧠 Harley Sawyer Headcanon: Sleeping With His Eyes Open

🛌 THE FACT

Yes. Harley absolutely sleeps with his eyes open not every night, but frequently enough that it’s become a thing people know to either ignore… or fear.

It’s a trauma-adjacent habit, born from hypervigilance and paranoia — likely stemming from his abusive childhood, where he had to stay alert to avoid sudden outbursts or violence.

His time at Playtime Co., where he knows damn well that: People hate his guts. He’s surrounded by literal monsters, both human and inhuman. Some of the things he created might want revenge....

Sleep = vulnerability. And Harley? He hates being vulnerable.

🧠 How It Works

He sleeps partially conscious, often in light REM stages only. He’ll crash deeper if he trusts the environment (like with you nearby), but otherwise?

One eye open.

Body frozen.

Breathing shallow.

Not fully asleep, but not awake either.

He’s trained himself into a default survival state — which also explains why he’s so volatile when startled awake.

😱 Leith Pierre’s Reaction

Leith once barges into the lab one night to grab some files, only to find Harley sitting perfectly still at his desk, head bowed slightly, staring at the wall.

“Sawyer…? You’re not seriously still working this late—?”

No response.

“Sawyer?”

Nothing. Just the buzz of an overhead light. Leith steps closer.

“You dead or just ignoring me, you son of a—”

And then Harley blinks. Slowly. Lazily. His head turns like something out of a horror movie.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Harley says in a low growl.

Leith jumps back, curses, and nearly spills the files everywhere. He storms off muttering:

“You freak. You absolute freak of nature. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Someone later tells him:

“Oh yeah, forgot to mention — Harley sleeps with his eyes open sometimes. Like a damn owl. Don’t worry, he’s just like that.”

🫵 You + Harley: Teasing Him About It

You’re probably the only person who can get away with teasing Harley about this without getting your arm bitten off.

“You know, that’s not normal.”

“And?”

“You look like a haunted doll when you do it.”

“Perfect. That’ll keep the idiots out of my lab.”

🧸 Your Favorite Pranks (Because You’re You)

Putting googly eyes over his eyelids while he’s asleep.

Taking a photo and texting it to him with the caption:

“Sleep tight, baby owl 🦉❤️”

Quietly creeping into the lab, placing a plush toy in his lap, and whispering:

“Don’t murder me, Mr. Sleep Demon. I come in peace.”

One time, you tried to make his hand hold a pen while he was in that weird limbo state, whispering,

“Write down your nightmares for me, I’ll turn them into bedtime stories.”

He woke up mid-sentence, muttered “You’re annoying,” and immediately fell back into sleep-mode. (You think.)

🫀 What It Means (Emotionally)

He’ll never admit it, but he sleeps easier when you’re near.

If he falls asleep without his eyes open in your presence — that’s a huge deal.

It means he trusts you enough to let himself be vulnerable. You might catch him sleeping like a normal person if:

You two argued but reconciled and now you’re close. He’s been overworking himself and his body forces real rest. And you physically reach over and gently shut his eyes.

"You can sleep, you know. I’m here. Nothing’s gonna get you."

(He doesn’t answer. But his breathing evens out.)

You might tease him relentlessly, but you’re also the only one who makes him feel safe enough to rest with his eyes closed.

[andromedathefairy]

Grayscale glitter

Chapter 1 - Grayscale glitter and blood

ranvika x reader, ran x sevika x reader blood, injury, angst, very little fluff, throuple, injured!Ran, worried!Sevika, asshole!Silco, mentioned!Reveck Summary: In a mission that went wrong Ran loses their right hand. Both Reader and Sevika feel responsible for Ran’s condition, and the guilt and worry slowly devouring them as they are waiting for Ran to wake up. word count: 3,2k sorry, not proofread.

The dim lights hurt your eyes. You jiggled your legs nervously as you sat on the run-down bench. It was quiet, too quiet in the corridor, and behind the white door you looked upon from time to time. The antiseptic’s odor already filled your lungs, you hated this smell. You guessed that an hour has already passed since you brought them in. The doctor started to take care of Ran at once, but he did tell you to not get your hopes up. Hope was a futile thing in Zaun.

Your tears already dried up, you had nothing more left in you. You didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Ran wouldn’t make it. You cursed everything and everyone. They would be in much better care if you weren’t from Zaun. All you had in Zaun was Reveck, and you simply couldn’t let him treat Ran, so you called in your favor with a doctor who moved to Zaun from Piltover to help the poor. He was against Silco’s shady dealings, so he refused to treat Silco’s men, but you helped him a lot back in the days when he and his family came to Zaun, he owed you one.

You tried to figure out what went wrong during the assignment, but you couldn’t pinpoint it to just one thing. You had a bad feeling about this job from the beginning. These new suppliers were even shadier than the usual ones. They changed the location plenty of times and with every new location the price of their supply also went higher and higher. You know something would go haywire, you felt it in your guts, as did the others, but none of you were in position to say no to Silco. You all seen Silco’s wrath and you really didn’t need it. He really wanted this stuff, Reveck needed it to stabilize Shimmer even further.

All these horrible things happened because of the weird looking liquid from Shurima, illegally gathered and pressed from a rare plant that can withstand the desert’s evil nature, then smuggled by pirates from Bilgewater. Doing business with these rats from Bilgewater always ended with serious injuries. They constantly tried to fuck over everyone they did business with. However, a little bit of fighting here and there didn’t hurt, you were always prepared for that. But this was different.

You left your crew outside, and with Ran you walked into the warehouse where you had to meet with the pirates. Both of you were prepared for a fight, because you knew this meeting was a trap, and all you needed to do was to buy time until Sevika and her crew raided the pirates’ ship. But neither of you thought that the pirates would risk their own lives so they could blow you two up. Ran pushed you out of the way of one of the bombs, but the shrapnel and the different fragments injured both of you. In the explosion Ran’s right hand got the worst of it. You saw that their injury was bad, and they were losing blood rapidly, so you just tried to compress their arm and get to the doctor as fast as you could. You sent a word with one of your crewmates, so the doctor would be ready for Ran, while the others scoured and cleaned up the warehouse and the remaining pirates.

The fact that you had no idea what’s going on in the operating room drove you to the edge of madness. You couldn’t lose Ran. You just couldn’t. You also didn’t know what you would say to Sevika. “Hey Sev, I fucked up, and Ran died. I hope no hard feelings.” That was a hard pass. All you could do was praying to every god and goddess you knew existed.

Another half an hour passed when you heard footsteps. You looked up, and you saw Sevika and Silco closing in on you. Sevika was still dirty and bloody.

“Hey, what happened?” Sevika asked as she kneeled before you. You couldn’t look her into the eyes. “We got back from the harbor and the others told us that the warehouse got blown up.”

You tried to speak, but no sound came out of your mouth. You wanted to tell Sevika how Ran saved your life, how sorry you were. How you wished it would be you inside the operating room instead of Ran. Your eyes filled up with tears and started to roll down on your face. Sevika turned down her voice in hopes that only you could hear her, even though you knew that Silco figured out long ago that the three of you were in an established relationship. He didn’t really care until all three of you got the work done. And you did. Even if it meant risking your lives.

“Doll, it’s okay.” Sevika whispered as she grabbed your chin and raised your head so your eyes would meet. You just shook your head, and you descend onto Sevika’s shoulders. She quietly embraced you and held you tightly. She slowly stroked your back. Minutes passed when you finally started to calm down and Sevika helped you back to the run-down bench. She dried up your tears with the last inch of her clothes that were not covered in dirt or blood.

 “Did they really blow up the warehouse while their men were also in?”

You just nodded. You remembered Ran’s screams as they pushed you away. It all happened way too fast. You weren’t prepared for this. Then all the pain and the blood, and Ran’s painful moaning.

“Hey, Ran will be okay.” Sevika tried to reassure you as they caressed your hands. “They are a tough one, don’t worry.”

“Ran saved me, Sev. I will never forgive myself if they… if they…” you tried to finish your sentence, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to say out loud the possibility that they could die. You felt like an invisible hand grabbed your heart and squeezed it violently.

“Love is a useless thing.” Silco said as he slowly turned to you. “It’s only going to cause you pain, it’s only going to make you weak.” he spit out the last words while he set his tie straight.

Sevika grunted as she looked at him. Your heartbeat became faster, you clenched your fists and tightened your jaw.

“I told you this many times, Sevika.” Silco continued preachingly, like he was talking to a child who refused to behave. “All of these emotions are just making you weak.”

You jumped up, you were eager to show him how weak your emotions made you, but as you stood up, you almost collapsed, you became dizzy, the whole world was spinning with you. The adrenaline left your body, and the pain started to spread in your body, regardless of how much you tried to ignore it. Sevika quickly gave you a leg up.

“Look at your girl.” Silco pointed at you. “If she wouldn’t be this worried about Ran, she would’ve already gotten medical attention. Her arms are full of shrapnel and her nose and mouth are still bleeding. Love makes you weak.”

“Enough!” Sevika said with an icy voice. Her face was blank, but you saw that her mouth twitched with anger. She had to behave when she was around Silco, but you were sure if anyone would’ve talked about you three in this manner, they would be already dead.

Silco turned at Sevika with his full body, he was just about to say something clever when the operation room’s door opened.

The doctor looked like he had been through hell also, but he let out a small smile as he looked at you. “Don’t worry, Ran will make it. They lost a lot of blood, and had many shrapnel in their body, I got them out, cleaned and closed the wounds, but…” he just stopped.

“What but?!” you cried out in fear. You felt like your blood turned to ice.

“Their right hand.” The doctor gulped. “There was no saving it. I’m sorry.”

Sevika stared at the doctor with disbelief. “Ran lost their right hand?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“I always thought…” your whole body started to shake, a teardrop ran down on your face. “Ran will lose their hand in arm-wrestling.”

“Fuck, me too.” Sevika replied with a big sigh as she pulled you closer to give both of you comfort.

“I’m sure Doctor Reveck would’ve been able to save Ran’s hand.” Silco said confidently. His face showed disgust. You stepped forward to give him your piece of mind, but Sevika softly pulled you back, and squeezed your waist.

The doctor let out a cold laugh. “Well, unlike Reveck, I still have my soul, Silco. Now leave. I will only tolerate these two here.” he said as he pointed at Sevika and you.

“Careful, Doctor.” Silco said as he straightened up. “It would be really sad if something would happen to this cozy little clinic.”

Goosebumps ran through you. Sevika clenched her jaw, her squeeze on your waist became even more tight.

“Nothing will happen to the clinic.” the doctor replied with a smile. He hated Silco, but he also refused to be intimated by him. He knew all too well, that even more Zaunite would turn on Silco if he would burn down his clinic.

Silco grimaced as he looked down on the doctor. “We will see.” he said it as a promise, while he walked away. You stared at the closing door behind Silco, then slowly you’re the initial shock that he would burn down the clinic left, and your worries for Ran returned.

“Can we… can we... see them?” you stuttered.

“I… no. Not yet. Ran needs to rest and you need medical attention, come.” the doctor gestured you to follow him. He led you two to a small doctor’s office. He cleaned up your wounds and patched you up. Sevika sat beside you in silence, her hand is on your leg. Every inch of your body was sore.

“Sevika.” the doctor started as he covered the last of your injuries on your face with a red liquid.

“I won’t let Silco burn down this place.” Sevika replied in an instant.

“Why, thank you. It’s good to know that Silco’s right hand have some common sense.” the doctor said with a smile on his face. “But that’s not what I wanted to tell. I used all my strong painkillers and sedatives during the operation. When Ran wakes up, they will need more. All I have left is strong enough to treat a headache, not a pain they will have to endure. You have the means to get more, am I correct?” he asked as he finished taking care of you.

Sevika let out a long sigh. “You are. Show me what you need, Doc.”

“This way.” he said. You stood up with Sevika. “No, you stay.” you wanted to argue but Sevika nodded and kissed your forehead.

“I will be right back, don’t worry. Then we will go home and come back to see Ran first thing in the morning. Okay?” she asked you with a soft voice.

“Promise?” you replied with a weak voice. You felt scared and utterly tired.

“Promise, Angel.” Sevika said as she kissed your cheeks.

They were away only for a few minutes, and when they returned the doctor handed you a small lollipop. You furrowed your brows.

“You don’t want it?” the doctor asked with a playful tone.

“I… didn’t said that.” you replied. You took the lollipop and started to lick it. It had a sweet, but weird taste.

“It has a little ginger and turmeric in it. Should help you with the pain.”

 “Thanks, Doc. For everything.” you said as you took a deep breath.

With that you bid farewell and walked home. Sevika helped you to shower, then she also took one.

You were sitting in bed, waiting for Sevika to finish. She took longer than she usually did. When she got out of the bathroom she didn’t even look at you, she gathered her everyday clothes and dressed up.

“Where are you going?” you asked her surprised.

“To Piltover. Getting the meds the Ran going to need.” she replied dryly.

“No, come to bed, please. You need to rest, Sevika.” you wanted to include, that you also needed her, but you didn’t. “We will figure something out in the morning.”

Sevika stared at you, you couldn’t read her face.

“You are right.” she said after a few minutes as she thrown her cape to the armchair. She hopped into the bed and laid her head onto your chest. You enjoyed the heat that was radiating from her body. You didn’t need long to fall asleep. You had fewer dreams about the warehouse, and you heard Ran’s screams repeatedly in your dreams.

You woke up at sunrise and Sevika was already gone. You had a feeling she wouldn’t stay put, but you hoped she slept at least a little. The apartment felt empty without them. You got used to Ran’s sleepy voice and slopy kisses on the mornings, just as Sevika’s deep sighs and mad gazes when she was late because of Ran and you.

You heard the front door open whilst you were preparing your coffee. You got Sevika’s mug – a mug with a big “Fuck off” written on it - too from the kitchen counter.

“Good morning.” Sevika greeted you. A bag was hanging from her shoulders. She put it down with a thud. You didn’t reply to her, you just poured the coffee into the mugs and handed her mug to her.

“Angel?” Sevika asked you. You sipped your coffee.

“Why couldn’t you wait? I told you we would sort it out in the morning.” you questioned her. You wanted to be mad at her, but you just couldn’t.

“I just called in a few favors.” she sat down and put up her feet to the other chair.

“You could’ve used those favors for something else too.” you scolded her. Favors in Piltover didn’t come easy. Sevika let out a weak chuckle.

“You also called in a favor so Ran wouldn’t end up Reveck’s operation table. We are in this together. Remember, Doll?” Sevika reminded you.

“I couldn’t let Ran just be an another test subject. They... they are our love, Sev. I couldn’t.” you confessed with an aching heart. Even the thought of Reveck experimenting on Ran made you mad. You all saw what happened to Deckard. You squeezed your mug so hard it was a probability that it would shatter.

“I know.” Sevika reassured you. “And I was fucking proud of you for that move. One less test subject for Reveck. Silco was furious.” she laughed. “C’mere, Angel.”

You walked beside her, she lifted your PJ and kissed your stomach. “You did good.” she said. You leant down and kissed her. You stayed beside each other until you both finished your coffee, and you prepared to leave. With a last look you grabbed the worn-down rabbit plushie from the bedroom.

In less than an hour you were already at the clinic, looking for Ran’s room. They placed them in a small room, beside their bed there were two big armchairs, probably placed there for Sevika and you.

Ran was lying there with a calm expression. You looked down on your arms, to the rabbit plushie you brought from your shared apartment. That was Ran’s comfort plushie. Nobody knew about it except for Sevika and you. That worn-down, one-eyed plushie meant a lot to Ran, they got it from their mother not long before she died, and you brought it in hopes that it would give them comfort in this situation too.

As you walked beside Ran the knot in your stomach and throat started to grow. You placed the plushie beside their pillow, then turned to them.

“Hey, Ran-Ran!” you greeted them with tears in your eyes. You swept their hair away and kissed their forehead. “I know you hate when I call you Ran-Ran, so please, wake up, and scold me for it, please! Please!” you begged as your tears rolled down on your cheeks.

You felt Sevika’s hand on your shoulders and waist, she hugged you from behind.

“It’s okay.” she said as she kissed your temple. You squeezed her hands, in hopes it would make the aching pain in your chest go away. “Just breathe, Love. Just breathe. Ran will be okay.” she added. But you had a hard time believing it. The only thing that gave you comfort was seeing Ran’s chest going up and down as they were breathing. Sevika pulled you with her as she sat down in the huge armchair.

“They have to be okay.” Sevika said with a raspy voice. She was gasping for air, you turned your head with the speed of light to look at her. Tears were gleaming in her eyes, but she couldn’t let herself to cry. She had to be the strong one. “It was my fault.” Sevika confessed.

“What?” you asked confused.

“Silco wanted you both on the harbor team, but I put you both on the warehouse team. I thought…” Sevika’s voice broke, and so did your heart. “I thought that will be the safer option.”

She shook her head as she gasped for air again. The tears in her eyes were still sparkling. You felt that somebody not only stabbed your heart, but they started to turn the dagger in it. You grabbed her face with both hands.

“You couldn’t have known. We didn’t either.” you stared into her huge silver eyes, and all you could see was pain and anger. Sevika blamed herself for Ran’s condition just as badly as you did, she just hid it better. Your heart was bleeding, both people you loved were in unimaginable pain, and so were you. You wanted to turn back time and undo it all. But as you couldn’t, you just sat there with the unbearable pain that was threatening to devour you whole.

“I should’ve…” her voice broke again. You cried so intensely, your whole body was shaking. You curled up in Sevika’s lap and buried your face in her neck. She held you close, as tightly as she could, like you were the most precious thing she ever touched in her life.

Both of you fall asleep from the exhaustion and the stress, a few hours later a weak voice hit your ears and woke you: “Guys?” Ran was awake.

“Ran!” you cried out with happiness. Sevika let out a thankful sigh.

“Hey, beautiful.” Sevika smirked at Ran.

“Both of you look like shit.” Ran said with a dry smile, their eyes were still hazy. “And where are we?” they looked around with a confused look.

“How much… do you remember?” you asked carefully. You moved to her bed, and you raised their left hand to kiss it.

“The warehouse?” Ran said with a questioning tone. “Then boom. And… my hand?” Ran went pale. They looked at you, then up to Sevika. “No.” they whispered. “Please, tell me no.”

You tried to answer, but the words simply didn’t come out of your mouth. You looked at Sevika, hoping she could make all this go away.

“I’m sorry.” Sevika said as she stroked Ran’s hair with a shaking hand, then she kissed their temple. “I’m so sorry, Honey.”

You hold onto Ran’s intact hand like a child is holding onto their mother when they are afraid, but they teared their hand out of your grasp. Ran raised the blanket that was covering their body, and there was it, the stump of their limp. And with that, Ran went silent.

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[candypot]

I don’t know if you like me, sometimes i think you might hate me.

⋆𖦹 ˚ 𓇼 ｡⋆ “sometimes it feels a bit awkward cuz we don’t have much in common.”

Rafayel

♱⋅── synopsis: Rafayel finally found his beloved bride, but for his surprise she turned out to be very reserved and somewhat suspicious of his behavior. Even with all his tentatives she’s still very closed off and distant.

♱⋅── warnings: some light spoilers might be mentioned.

The first time you met it was very hard to tell if you were just shy or really introverted given your simple and short answer, but with time Rafayel started to realize that the lack of openness in your behavior was actually part of your personality and it had nothing to do with being embarrassed.

At first Rafayel tried to convince himself that with a little sympathy and the occasional support of Thomas things would go more smoothly between you and him, i mean, he was charming and got a lot of interesting things to impress you with. Sadly, it didn’t matter what he did you were always very formal and unapproachable, the direct and aseptic way you responded to his comments were gut wrenching.

He even started to dose his bratty behavior around you to prevent the awkward moments that usually followed afterwards. Rafayel wanted you to at least like him a tiny bit, he waited centuries for it, but now even the small laughs you gave seemed more like fear to be fired from your new job as his bodyguard.

He carefully crafted this trajectory so you could be by his side again, he even made up an excuse to have you working for him as way to keep you close. How could you be so unfazed and frigid about him and everything he did? Most of the time it felt like he was only being tolerated by you.

Your coldness towards him was so evident that he even started to question his own expectations about you. Was it really worth all this indifference? Did he really worked this hard to be treated like with such apathy for someone that should love him? How come he sacrificed so much for someone and longed for so damn long to be recompensed with nothing but dismissiveness?

Were you really his beloved bride? No, of course not. How could you be the caring and kind girl he met in the past? Did you even like him? No, better: did he even like you? Or was it all just an idealized version of you he kept trying to believe it was real?

But even when the frustration started to kick in and rotten his heart out, he still couldn’t deny that deep down you were the one he truly loved. He could feel it in your laugh, the way your eyes wandered when you were lost in thought, or even how you hold you necklace when you were feeling insecure. Despise all those changes, he could see the other half of his soul was still there. His devotee, his bride, his lover.

How could he not notice how your eyes wandered around his face with such intensity when you thought he wasn’t looking? It was as impossible to forget that time you pointed out the moles that not even he payed attention to, even though you did it with such cordiality.

You were different, of course, but that was only an opportunity for Rafayel to learn how to love the new versions of yourself . Obviously, having a little bit more of patience with your unresponsiveness was nothing he couldn’t do.

[kisses4izuku]

More Than Gifts | i.midoriya

❝It’s okay to be selfish just this once.❞

synopsis: Izuku’s never been selfish, he’s always been generous. He’s always been giving, humble, selfless, whatever else you wanna call it. Then his birthday comes around and he can’t help but want something for himself for once, something from you. Can you even blame him? It is his birthday after all.

a/n: - this is NOT smut guys, i know it kinda sounds like it is but it’s not

- i lowk hate this and it was super rushed cus i got the idea super late in the day but wtv!

- ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GLORIOUS KING IZUKU

(i only proofread this like one time sooo…)

The clock struck 12:00 AM, Izuku’s phone screen immediately lit along with the sound of repeated vibrations. He shuffles in his bed, turning to face his night stand. He lifts his phone, the bright light stinging his tired eyes, despite the pain a tired smile spreads across his face.

There were dozens of texts littering his screen, the day’s date written in bold just above the notifications; July 15th, Izuku’s birthday. His friends had all texted him a quick, caring ‘happy birthday’ message sent right at 12:00 AM, the same way he has for them all these years. Though he’s extremely grateful for the texts, one in particular stands out to him. A notification with a red heart attached to the name, an icon with a face he adored. It was your text, your name, your face. Though you hadn’t sent anything insanely phenomenal, just a text expressing your gratitude for his friendship with you, there was something just below that that made his heart race. Just a short, simple sentence that could either mean nothing or everything.

‘come over at 6’ it read. He shot straight up, now sitting on his bed instead of lying down, the fatigue wearing off quickly. He stared at the text, read it over and over and over until the words sounded foreign in his head. Visiting you at your house wasn’t new, he had been over a few times to help you study or to attend whatever event you hosted, but it had always been planned. Izuku had never stopped by unannounced or unexpectedly. Usually you two would talk about it beforehand, and yet here you were beckoning him over later that day without so much as an explanation. His heart fluttered at the possible reasons you would expect him over, he slumped back against his mattress laying his phone flat against his chest.

As Izuku stared at his ceiling, a pathetic longing in his gaze, he wondered if maybe you had something to tell him, something he’d yearned to hear for so long but never had the guts to say himself, something you may have been dropping hints about, but ultimately gave mixed signals. Maybe you’d tell him you…

Izuku groans, flipping on his stomach and burying his face in his pillow. What was he thinking? You two were friends, and nothing more was ever gonna come out of that. He turns his head against the pillow to where he could breathe, picking his phone back up preparing to text you back. At the sight of that painfully vague text, a knot formed in his stomach and a smile tugged at his lips.

‘will do🫡’ he writes back.

His guess about your intention was probably wrong, no, it was almost definitely wrong, though he couldn’t help but think just maybe he was right.

…

5:42 Izuku’s clock reads, the one he hasn’t stopped staring at. He’s in his bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror for the hundredth time, adjusting his collar, fixing the waist of his jeans, all extremely unnecessary things considering he’d perfected his look hours ago, but something told him he had to look perfect for tonight.

Izuku hadn’t done anything but wait for 6:00 o’clock to roll around all day. Well, besides helping his mother go grocery shopping, which she told him he didn’t have to do but he insisted, mainly because he knew deep down she really did need his help. Other than that, he’s been in this exact spot staring at his phone screen, waiting for that first digit to turn into a 6. Most would consider it bizarre, including Inko, it was his birthday and yet here he was hyper fixating on each individual pore on his skin hoping it looked presentable enough for tonight—for you, instead of going out to enjoy the day.

Izuku nearly screams when he hears his phone buzz, the dull sound breaking him out of his obsessive thoughts. He glaces down at the screen, Denki had texted him.

‘Hey dude! for like, no specific reason, what would you wear to uh… a ‘themed’ party?..’

Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed, a ‘themed’ party?

‘i would probably wear something that went along with the theme?’

Denki reacts with a thumbs up, and Izuku can tell he hadnt been much help, but how else was he supposed to answer such a vague question? He closes the messages app, and gazes up at the clock, 5:56. Adrenaline rushes through him, it was time to get going and see you! He looks at himself in the mirror one more time, still not very satisfied with his look, but at this point he couldn’t care less, excitment overriding his need to look perfect.

With a quick goodbye to his mother, Izuku hops on his bike and peddles as fast as he can to your house, pedestrians probably assumed he was hours late to something the way he was speeding down the streets. Each block he rode down, each stop light he waited at, his mind was clouded with you. Sweet you, who’d stayed up until midnight to send him a heartfelt message, who’d been giving to him while everyone else took, who’d been the love of his life since he met you during his first year. He almost bikes right past your house, that’s how lost in thought he’d been. He quickly steps one foot off the peddle, grounding himself. He clumsily steps his other leg over it, nearly tripping and leans his bike up against some tree not caring to secure it.

Izuku could hear his heart pounding in his chest as he walked up the stairs leading to your door, his hands trembling, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He had no clue why he was here, what you both would do with or say to each other and that both scared and excited him. He gulps, shakily pressing the doorbell, only to find no answer. Confused, he presses it again after some minutes. No answer.

He slips his phone out his pocket dialing your number to figure out what was going on, again, no answer. Izuku’s eyebrows furrow as the automated voicemail messages plays out, swiftly hanging up at the sound of a beep! It isn’t until he knocks on the door that he realizes it’s open, it pushes inward upon his touch. A seemingly empty, dark interior meets his gaze. Now Izuku was even more confused, he looks back down at his phone, it was way past 6:00 at this point, so where the hell were you? He carefully steps inside, shutting the door behind him. He takes a couple steps further inside, when suddenly his eyes are met with the bright kitchen light turning on.

“Surprise!” A myriad of Izuku’s friends, stood behind your kitchen island, annouce. A brightly colored birthday banner hung above them as Izuku stands in shock. Though he was pleasantly surprised, part of him felt… disappointed. “Oh…” He whispers, eyes still wide. Everyone rushes from behind the counter, each taking turns giving him a hug, wishing him a happy birthday or even giving him a present, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to be joyful. He honestly wasn’t even paying attention to everyone else that lingered in front of him, spilling the details about how they’d managed to plan and execute this whole thing, instead he was focused on you. You standing next to your mother still behind the counter, talking about something. Most importantly, not next to him like he so desperately wanted. The only thing that stops his staring is Denki walking in front of him in an… interesting… outfit choice. A shirt with the words ‘birthday boy’ written all over it and a sash to match. “uh?…” Izuku quietly wonders, gawking at the other boy’s outfit. Denki groans. “Dude don’t make fun of me too! I just wore what you told me to. You said, ‘wear something on theme���, and the theme is birthday, isn’t it? That’s what I’ve been telling everyone.” Denki quickly explains and Izuku’s face falls.

Of course, the party. Of course the text both you and Denki sent were about a fucking birthday party. He should’ve known, his assumption from last night was way too good to be true, the hints he’d thought you’d been dropping all this time must’ve really just you being friendly. His mind goes completely blank when you walk over and rest your arm on Denki’s shoulder.

“Yeah I’m disappointed too, I knew this dipshit was dense but jeez.” You joke and Denki playfully flicks you. Izuku doesn’t say a word, he can’t bring himself to. He’s afraid if he speaks he’d blurt out that he’s not disappointed because Denki wore a dumb outfit, but because he wanted you to confess to him, but instead you threw him this party—which he really should be grateful for. So instead he nervously chuckles, before quietly, breathlessly, excusing himself.

Izuku pushes his way through the sea of his classmates some turning to question where he was going, others going right back to their conversation after he passes through. He exits through your back door, arms resting on the fence of your porch. He felt pathetic as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill. This whole thing was stupid; he’d known that he shouldn’t have been so hopeful since the night before, since the moment you sent that text. Still, he hovered over your porch as his eyes stung with tears. He had an entire party going on for him, all for him, hosted by you and it still wasn’t enough? All because he wanted something he knew he couldn’t have? Something he discerned was out of his reach so long ago? Izuku wipes his eyes, drying any welled up tears. You all had taken the time to organize and plan a party for him in honor of his birthday, so he might as well go try to enjoy it and be grateful, even if it was no where near what he truly wanted.

…

Hours had passed since the party started, and people were starting to head home. Eventually, it was just you and Izuku left in the house. He stayed back to help you clean things up, because of course he did. Of course he was giving everyone everything they wanted and never getting anything he truly desired in return. Izuku shudders as the thought crosses his mind, a stack of red cups in hand prepared to be thrown out. How could he think such a thing when he was cleaning up the aftermath of his own surprise birthday party?

You look over your shoulder from the dining room, where you were wiping bits of icing from the table. Your gaze falls on Izuku who looks all too distressed to be okay, you frown. “You’re quiet, Izuku. What’s the matter?” You ask as you throw the wet paper towel you wiped the table with into a trash can nearby. For a moment Izuku is silent, still collecting trash and things of such, but ultimately quiet. Then he sighs. “I… I don’t know how to explain it.” Is all he manages. It was a partial lie, he could explain it, explain how he desperately wanted you—-no, needed you, and all he wanted was for the pining to be mutual. But truthfully he didn’t know how to explain that to you, who had just gone out of your way to support him.

Your frown persists, you walk out the dining room and into the kitchen where Izuku is, you take a seat on the island. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” You whisper sounding concerned. Izuku’s breath hitches, here you were displaying one of the reasons he admired you so much, another reason he longed for you, another reason why it hurt that he couldn’t have you, you were just so fucking caring. He huffs again, a broom he’d been using to sweep the floor coming to an abrupt halt. He bites the inside of his cheek before turning to you, his eyes downcast. “It’s selfish…” He mutters, grip on the broomstick tightening. “So? We’re human, everybody’s selfish sometimes.” You reason with a shaky smile, reaching your hand out to grab his in consolation. His body tenses at the touch, not that it made him uncomfortable, it’s just something he’d wish he could feel all the time.

Izuku’s still hesitant to speak. You sigh, “Izuku you are the most giving person I know, I promise it’s okay for you to be selfish just this once.” You laugh softly, your thumb stroking his hand. He swallows hard, jaw clenching. You were right, and since you were giving him the okay, he might as well get this off his chest. “It’s just…” He begins, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks as he refuses eye contact with you. “I just wanted this to be us. I thought you texted me to come over because you wanted to hang out one on one, because you wanted to tell me something as celebration.” He breath is shaky as he concludes his sentence, as if he’d just confessed to a crime. Your eyebrows knit and your head tilts in the way Izuku thinks is adorable. “Tell you… what?” You ask genuinely confused, you could somewhat understand him wanting to hang out with just you, crowds were never really his thing. You still couldn’t fully grasp what he was getting at though.

Normally, Izuku would’ve backtracked. Would’ve hit you with a quick ‘never mind!’ and left the topic alone entirely, but your words rang in his ears repeatedly. ‘it’s okay to be selfish just this once.’ Fuck it, it was his birthday after all. “That you love me.” His eyes finally meet yours, they’re watery but hold the passion of a boy who’s been in love with you since he’d laid eyes on you. Your eyes go wide, your mouth agape like you want to say something but can’t. “I know you don’t, and I know it was stupid of me to think you would. But I thought just this once maybe I’d get what I want. This whole time I’ve-“ “I do. I love you.” Izuku is abruptly cut off by your interjection, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek, your own eyes welling up. Izuku trembles against your touch in shock. Three simple words which to some, meant nothing but meant everything to him.

He tries to speak, his mouth moves but no sound comes out. All he can do is wrap his arms around you and pull you into a tight hug. His force nearly pulls you off the counter, which makes you laugh as he buries his head in the nook of your neck. Neither of you say anything after that, you both just stand there in a warm embrace Izuku had dreamed about since the first time you’d ever introduced yourself to him. Neither of you had to say anything, the most important thing was already said. Though you couldn’t resist adding on one more thought to the conversation. “Happy birthday, Izuku.” You coo, your fingers twirling his green curls around. You can feel him smile into your neck. “Thank you.”

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this sucks ass ngl, what conversation did they have? why did she just let him get that close after ignoring her LMAO

hope this is enough of explanation for you

The lake house is quiet now. Somewhere downstairs, music still plays faintly through the speakers, but most of the house has settled into that strange in-between—where sleep comes easy for some, and not at all for others.

You’re in your room, curled up on the bed in your favourite hoodie, legs pulled to your chest. The buzz of the night has faded, replaced by a pulsing anxiety that you can’t quite shake. You can still feel Jack’s hands on your waist, the heat of his body pressed against yours in the kitchen. You should be angry—should still hate him, just like you’ve convinced yourself you do.

But your heartbeat says otherwise.

A knock breaks the silence. Gentle. Hesitant.

You don’t move at first.

Then: “Can we talk?”

You stare at the door, every part of you on edge. That voice. That damn voice.

You sigh, standing slowly and opening the door just enough to see him standing there. Jack leans against the frame like he’s unsure if you’ll slam it in his face. You don’t. You just step back.

“You’re already here,” you say flatly. “Might as well come in.”

He doesn’t speak. Just gives a tiny nod and steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes scan the room, but they don’t settle anywhere. Not until they find yours.

Neither of you speaks right away. The silence stretches, heavy, until Jack slowly lowers himself to sit at the edge of your bed. He keeps space between you, like he knows he doesn’t deserve to be any closer.

“I messed up,” he says, voice quiet.

You hug your knees a little tighter. “Yeah. You did.”

Jack sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to leave like that. I thought I’d have time. The draft, training camps—it all happened so fast. I kept thinking I’d come back and explain.”

“You didn’t.” Your voice cuts sharper than you intended. “You didn’t even text. Not a single message. I waited, Jack.”

He flinches like the words hit him in the gut.

“I know,” he says. “I was scared.”

“Of what? Me?”

“No. Of saying goodbye to you. Of facing what it would feel like to leave you behind.” He swallows hard. “You were the only person who really knew me. Not the player. Not the prospect. Just… me. And I thought if I said goodbye, it would make it real. So I didn’t.”

You shake your head, laughing bitterly. “You thought disappearing would hurt less?”

“I thought it would be easier for you.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” you say, sharper now. “You were my best friend, Jack. And you left me like I meant nothing. I had no idea what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he says quickly. “God, no. You were everything good about those years. And the worst part is—” He looks down. “I had feelings for you. I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself. I thought if I ignored it, focused on hockey, it’d be easier.”

Your breath catches.

He lifts his eyes. “I was terrified you didn’t feel the same.”

You stare at him for a long moment. Then you laugh, but there’s no humour in it. “You think I waited for a call because I didn’t feel anything?”

He looks at you, finally understanding the weight of what he walked away from.

“I was in love with my best friend,” you whisper. “And he left without a word.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I know sorry isn’t enough. But I am. Every day, I’ve wished I’d done it differently. I thought about texting so many times, but I figured you hated me.”

“I did,” you admit. “Or at least I told myself I did. It was easier than admitting I was heartbroken.”

Jack nods slowly. “I’m not asking you to forgive me right now. I just… I want to be honest with you. Finally.”

You study him in the dim light. He looks older now—sharper around the edges—but the boy you once knew is still there, somewhere behind the blue eyes and guilt.

“One conversation doesn’t fix everything,” you say.

“I know.” His voice is soft. “But maybe it’s a start.”

Silence settles again, warmer this time.

You shift slightly, lift the edge of your blanket—an invitation. Jack doesn’t speak. He just moves under it carefully, like he’s afraid to breathe wrong. He lies beside you, not touching. Not pushing.

After a few minutes, your head finds his shoulder.

He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for years.

“I missed this,” you whisper.

His voice is a gentle rumble. “Me too.”

[yeagurt2]

The Taming of the Shrew

Warnings: 18+ content, smut,. Reader discretion is advised. Frat!Eren Yeager x Reader

Setting: Modern University AU

Enemies-ish to Lovers | Slowburn | Yearning | Dare Gone Wrong | Inspired by the movie '10 Things I Hate About You'

You’re blunt, beautiful, and allegedly undateable. Eren Yeager is about to find out why.

CHAPTER SIX — BOOKED AND BOUNDARIES

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

You felt him before you saw him.

It was like your body had developed a sixth sense. Some primal “Eren proximity alert” that activated whenever he was near. A heat behind your neck. A tightness in your gut. An urge to turn and glare at something.

Sure enough, when you stepped out of class, there he was.

Leaning against the hallway wall like he belonged in a cologne ad. Arms crossed, hoodie unzipped, a piercing on every crevice of his ear like he didn’t care how obnoxious he looked. His hair was tied back this time, messy, but deliberate, and when his eyes met yours, he straightened up like he’d been waiting all day just for this moment.

And maybe he had.

Your stomach turned in on itself. God, he really was everywhere lately. Not in a desperate, text-you-every-hour kind of way, but in a calculated, always where you least expected him kind of way.

“Hey, wait up,” he called, jogging to catch you as you picked up speed down the corridor.

You didn’t wait.

“I said wait,” he laughed.

“I heard you,” you said without looking at him. “I’m ignoring you.”

“I can tell,” he said, falling into step beside you. “It’s very sexy.”

You shot him a sideways glare. “Why are you here?”

“Relax. I’m not here to harass you—”

“Then keep it moving.”

“Okay, damn,” he grinned. “You always this mean or am I just special?”

You exhaled hard, slowing down. “What do you want, Eren?”

He gave you a look that almost—almost—looked sheepish. “Tutoring.”

You blinked. “Come again?”

“Help. Studying. You. Me. Tuesdays. Sexy intellectual tension.”

You stared at him, unblinking. “You want me to tutor you?”

“Well, I was gonna ask Armin, but he doesn’t take the class and I need someone with expertise.”

“That might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He shrugged, grinning. “Worked, didn’t it? You’re still standing here.”

You crossed your arms. “Why would I help you?”

“Because you like feeling superior.”

“Correct.”

“And I’m flunking Lit Theory. Levi said one more essay that reads like I pulled it out of my ass at 3am and I’m toast.”

“That’s because you did.”

“Exactly. I need structure. Fear. Someone who’ll stab me if I don’t cite Foucault correctly.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. You should’ve said no. You wanted to say no.

But the way he looked at you—boyish, hopeful, annoyingly sincere—chipped at the walls you’d carefully built around yourself. You hated how he made you curious. Not just about why he was so persistent, but what he wanted from you. If it was just a game, he was playing it well.

Still, you resisted.

“No. I don’t have time.”

“You literally sit outside the library every day for two hours.”

“Studying. For myself.”

“You don’t even look like you’re reading—”

“Eren.”

He held up both hands, surrendering. “Okay, okay. But just… think about it? One hour a week. I’ll buy you coffee.”

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“That’s a lie Princess, you’ve thrown one at me remember?”

You roll your eyes. Giving him nothing. 

“I’ll shut up for an entire sixty minutes.”

Your lips twitched. “That I don’t believe.”

A beat passed.

“Please?” he said, tilting his head. “I’ll fail without you. And then Levi’s gonna slime me in front of the class and my ego’s already taken enough damage this semester.”

You sighed. God, this was stupid. He was stupid. Hot and irritating and way too good at getting under your skin.

“…Fine.”

His face lit up. “Wait, really?”

“One hour. Tuesdays. That’s it.”

“Swear?”

“I swear—but if you try anything, or I feel there's an ulterior motive, I’m revoking it.”

He pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. “Me? Try anything? I’m a gentleman.”

“Since when?”

He stepped closer.

“Since now,” he said sweetly. “I guess I’m gonna need that number of yours so we can work out times and stuff” He trailed on as innocently as he could. 

You immediately felt your eyes beginning to roll as Eren already had his phone in hand, egging you on. You begrudgingly took it and typed your number in, thrusting the phone back into his chest. He smirked, staring at it like he had won a prize, and you felt a shiver climb up your spine.

 “And just one condition…” He starts 

You narrowed your eyes. “What.”

He grinned, devilish and boyish all at once. “You can’t fall in love with me.”

You blinked.

He winked. “It’s happened before. Tragic, really. Don’t want you catching feelings mid-flashcard.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are. Tutoring me.”

“You’ll be lucky if I don’t kill you by midterms.”

“I knew you cared,” he said brightly, already walking backward ahead of you. “See you Tuesday, Professor.”

You flipped him off. He blew you a kiss.

Unfortunately, you were smiling when you walked away.

——

Tuesday morning sunlight bled through your curtains, cutting across the floor like lazy gold. You were curled up on the couch in your dorm’s tiny common area, a mug of half-drunk tea in one hand and a textbook open on your lap—though you hadn’t read a single word on the page.

Pieck was lying sideways across the armchair, one leg dangling off the side, scrolling her phone and chewing on the end of a Twizzler like it was breakfast.

“Okay but tell me why this guy sent me a voice note mid-thrust last night,” she said, casual as ever.

You raised an eyebrow. “Was it at least coherent?”

“Barely. Sounded like a dying goose choking on a compliment.”

“Sexy.”

“Honestly? Ten out of ten experience. He was obsessed. Said I’m the best thing to ever happen to him.”

You smirked. “You do have that effect.”

She grinned, stretching like a cat. “I know. Anyway, what are you doing today? Let me guess. Reading. Judging people. Brewing another batch of Sad Bitch Tea?”

You were about to retort when your phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Pieck perked up. “Ooo, who’s that?”

“No one,” you said way too quickly, reaching for it.

Too late.

Pieck had already snatched it up with alarming speed, squinting at the screen.

“Eren: Still on for today?”

She froze. Turned to you slowly. “Why is Tall, Tattooed, and Toxic texting you?”

You sighed, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to your chest like a shield. “It’s nothing. I’m just tutoring him.”

Pieck blinked. Then snorted. “You’re what?”

“I said I’m tutoring him. One hour a week. That’s it.”

“Oh, honey. That’s how it always starts.”

“Jesus, Pieck—”

“Do you think he’s gonna raise his hand and call you Miss? Should I leave the dorm so you two can make scholarly eye contact and bone on the coffee table?”

You threw the pillow at her. She caught it, unbothered, and wagged her brows.

“At least wear the cute panties. You know the ones.”

“I’m not seducing him. I’m helping him pass Lit Theory.”

“Tomato, tomahto.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone back and texting Eren: yeah. still on. 2pm library. don’t be late or i’m revoking your privileges.

The dots appeared immediately, like he was hovering. u like the idea of me having privileges? kinky.

You locked your phone with a groan and launched it across the couch. Pieck cackled.

“God, you’re already whipped.”

“I am not—”

“You’re flustered. That’s the first sign. Next thing you know you’re posting thirst traps in his hoodie.”

“Over my dead body.”

She raised a brow. “Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t steal your soul and your skincare routine.”

You gave her a middle finger, standing up and stretching, heat blooming in your chest, definitely from frustration. Not nerves. Not anticipation. Not anything that had to do with Eren fucking Yeager and the stupid smirk you could already feel waiting for you at the library.

You just had to get through one hour.

——  

The library was quiet in the way only university libraries could be, keyboards clacking, highlighters squeaking, and one guy snoring into his open textbook like he was preparing for a midterm via osmosis.

You scanned the second floor, already irritated. Eren was nowhere to be found.

Of course he wasn’t.

You checked your phone. 2:07 p.m.

Late. And stupid enough to be late to the thing he begged for.

You crossed your arms, toe tapping. You hated people who couldn’t respect your time. Your Monday schedule was packed, your Thursday was a minefield of due dates, and this? This was your sacred window to breathe—and now Eren Yeager was pissing all over it.

You were two seconds from bailing when—

Thud.

He practically crashed through the turnstile doors, chest rising and falling, hoodie inside-out, one shoe half-untied, hair tousled like he lost a fight with the wind.

“Princess,” he wheezed, voice low and breathless. “I made it.”

You blinked. “You’re—why do you look like you just escaped a hostage situation?”

“Had to run,” he said, lifting two items triumphantly. “But I come bearing gifts.”

He dropped a coffee and a paper bag on the table like offerings at an altar. “Your favorite. I stalked your order last week. Ice coffee, two sugars, and a blueberry muffin.”

You hesitated. “I—thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m trying to bribe your academic loyalty.”

You sat slowly, eyeing him with suspicion. “You’re a mess.”

He plopped down beside you, entirely too close. “Yeah, but a charming mess.”

You edged away an inch. Just one.

He noticed immediately. “Damn. Is this how you treat all your students?”

“Only the ones who sit like they’re trying to absorb knowledge through osmosis.”

He grinned. “That’s a real thing.”

“Sure it is.”

You opened your notebook. “So. What do you need help with?”

“Everything.”

“Start with one thing.”

“Okay,” he said, flipping open his own notes, which looked like the unholy union of a doodle pad and hieroglyphics. “What the fuck is New Historicism?”

You rubbed your temples. “Jesus Christ.”

He smiled proudly. “I’ve heard that before. Usually in bed.”

You gave him a flat look. “You get off on academic humiliation?”

“Only when you’re the one humiliating me.”

“Degenerate.”

“Princess.”

You resisted the urge to smile. Barely.

You explained the basics. Slowly. Patiently. Eren actually listened. He nodded, asked questions, didn’t interrupt too much. You lost track of time.

Halfway through, he asked, “Can you check something I wrote?”

You leaned over instinctively, your hand braced on the table beside his.

And then he froze.

Not visibly. Not dramatically. But you felt it—the tension that crawled into the air like a live wire. He’d stopped breathing.

You didn’t notice until your perfume hit his nose, apparently, because that’s when he really malfunctioned.

You blinked. “Are you—sniffing me?”

“No—!” he said too quickly, jerking back like he’d been caught stealing. “No. I was—breathing. Like a person?”

You squinted. “You’re a freak.”

“I’m respectful!”

“You were sniffing me.”

“It wasn’t sniffing! It was—fuck, you smell nice, okay? God, sorry for having a functioning nose.”

You sat back with a shake of your head. “Pervert.”

“Unfairly attractive tutor.”

“Delusional student.”

He shot you a grin, wide and boyish. “Admit it. You’re starting to like me.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response.

Instead, you dove back into the reading material, heart thudding louder than it should’ve been. You told yourself it was the caffeine.

You didn’t notice how often he glanced sideways at you, lashes flicking up from his notes to your face. He didn’t even try to hide it,like he wasn’t used to being embarrassed. Or maybe he liked how flustered you got when you caught him.

“So,” he started, voice low, casual. “You talking to anyone right now?”

You didn’t look up. “Yeah. My therapist. And the coffee barista I see more than my own mother.”

Eren chuckled. “Nice. Emotionally detached. Love that.”

You tapped your pen against the table. “Why? You jealous?”

He leaned in a little. “Just scoping out the competition.”

You snorted. “Please. I don’t have the energy to entertain a man and keep my GPA alive.”

He stretched lazily in his seat. “Bet your last boyfriend loved you.”

The words hit harder than they should’ve.

For a second, just a second, the smirk dropped from your lips. Your gaze flicked away. Stiff. Silent.

Eren blinked. He didn’t know why he said it—he meant it as a joke. But your reaction wasn’t funny.

You recovered quickly, brushing hair behind your ear, tone clipped. “Who wouldn’t love me?” you asked as humorously as you could.

Eren straightened a bit. The tension slipped in between your words like smoke.

“Anyway,” you said, voice tight but trying to be light. “Let’s go back to you failing intro to psych. How the hell did you even get this far?”

He raised his hands. “I’m a genius. Just a lazy one.”

“Tragic,” you muttered.

“Maybe,” he said, eyes on you again. “But I got a cute tutor now, so…”

You rolled your eyes, thankful for the shift. “Keep talking like that and I’ll start charging you per compliment.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst use of my student loan.”

You bit back a smile. Despite yourself.

And beside you, Eren leaned just a little closer.

Still watching. Still wondering. Still trying to figure you out.

When the hour ended, you sat back with a sigh.

“You’ve got a long way to go,” you said, gathering your things.

“But?”

“But you’re not hopeless.”

He smirked. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You rolled your eyes, standing. “I have to go.”

He followed you out, hands in his pockets, that familiar slouch in his step like nothing could bother him.

Outside the library, you turned to go—only for his voice to stop you.

“Hey,” he said. “You wanna do something?”

You glanced at him. “Like what?”

He shrugged, leaning on the rail. “I dunno. Off-campus. Not tutoring.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like a date?”

He tilted his head, that same cocky grin playing at his lips. “Only if you want it to be.”

There was a pause. A silence you didn’t mean to let stretch.

You folded your arms. “I’d rather not.”

His smile twitched. “Why?”

You shrugged. “Because you’re a walking sexual misconduct allegation in Nikes.”

He gave a huff of a laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“I’ve seen your track record.”

“What if I promised I wouldn’t try anything?”

“Then I’d know you were lying.”

He looked at you then. Really looked. No smirk. Just something soft, unreadable.

“Alright,” he said finally. “No pressure.”

You blinked.

He took a step back, hands still tucked in his pockets. “Thanks for today. I’ll see you next Tuesday?”

You nodded, already turning. “Don’t be late next time.”

As you walked away, you felt it.

That strange, annoying tightness in your chest. Not guilt. Not quite.

Something murkier. Uncomfortable.

You didn’t want to like him.

You didn’t. 

It was late afternoon by the time you finally stepped back into the dorm.

Your boots hit the floor with a satisfying thud as you shrugged off your coat, toeing the door shut behind you. The scent of something fried lingered in the air, which could only mean Sasha had arrived.

“Home, sweet home,” Pieck said from the couch, sprawled out in a hoodie that probably wasn’t hers. A Red Bull in one hand. Sasha was curled up beside her with a half-empty bag of chips and a satisfied grin.

“Look who decided to join us,” Sasha grinned, eyes flicking up from her phone. “Library date go well?”

You rolled your eyes. “It wasn’t a date.”

“She says, looking freshly flustered.”

You flipped her off and made your way to the fridge, opening it just to stare. You weren’t even hungry, just needed the cool blast of air to reset your brain.

“Oh,” Sasha said suddenly. “Connie texted me.”

That got your attention.

You closed the fridge and turned. “And?”

“He said we should all hang out soon, like, our group and his group. You know. Do something chill. Club, pub, bowling — whatever.”

You blinked, trying to figure out if you’d heard right.

“Since when does Connie care about hanging out with our group?” you asked, voice low and skeptical.

Pieck stretched, arching an eyebrow. “Maybe he’s bored of his usual crew?”

Sasha shrugged, still grinning. “Honestly, I don’t know. He didn’t say much, just that it’d be fun to mix things up. Said something about ‘breaking the ice’ or whatever.”

You narrowed your eyes, feeling the slow creep of suspicion curl in your gut. “Who’s in his group?”

Sasha pulled up the message again and read off the names like she was listing off a menu: “Eren, Jean, Reiner, Floch, Armin, Niccolo, and Connie himself, obviously.”

Your throat tightened at the mention of Eren. Your stomach flipped in a way that made you want to shove the water bottle back in the fridge and disappear under your bed.

Pieck caught the shift in your expression instantly. “What’s up? Is it lover boy.” She teased

You shook your head, forcing a casual shrug. “No. Shut up.”

But Sasha caught your hesitation. “So then whats wrong?”

“Just… weird timing,” you said, your voice sharper than you meant. “Eren just asked me to do something. And now this.”

Pieck smirked knowingly. “Sounds like someone’s got a plan. Or that you’re just insanely paranoid”

You rolled your eyes, but the knot in your stomach didn’t loosen.

“Whatever,” you muttered, cracking the water bottle open again. “We’ll see what this ‘group hangout’ really means.”

Sasha laughed. “You’re paranoid.”

You almost smiled, but the uneasy feeling settled heavier than before.

Because you weren’t sure if it was paranoia.

You were sure Eren was up to something.

[murfpersonalblog]

As an aside/tangent, I'd argue that Merrick & TotBT are both David's books (as Anne Rice was actively tryna replace Louis with David post-depression). But I hope to god that AMC's replacing him with Daniel, if 2x5 is any indication (a la Merrick); or even better: splits David's role between Daniel and Louis.

As for Gabrielle, Anne Rice (and Armand) hated Gabrielle's guts, and she had zero desire to explore/expand her role. But Rolin's been creaming himself over Gabrielle ever since S3 got greenlit.

So I do wonder how much Rolin wants to push Daniel & Gabrielle & Louis forward, since these are the 3 main characters AR left on the backburner.

But yeah, I have no doubt that Armand's a perma fixture; there's no way to remove him or lower his relevance, since he's inextricably linked to every major character (except Gabrielle, LOL). IMO people freaking out over Armand having a little-to-no role just haven't read the books. 🤷 Armand is a HUGE component of TVC--esp. in TVL (he's the villain/antagonist ffs), QotD (for DM & protecting Louis), MtD (for Lestat's coma & Veronica's Veil), and the whole Prince Lestat Trilogy (vs the Replimoids/aliens). And ofc there's the Marimand of it all in TVA & B&G (and Blood Communion). The only arc where he's less relevant is TotBT.

Daniel's the one that had eff all to do in any of the books after QotD. 😅 And ofc Gabrielle was MIA for 90% of the franchise.

IMO the real issue fans need to stay on AMC's neck about is AMC's abysmal marketing, and their failure to give their cast members the press promotion/online presence they really should have more of a stake in. These long radio silences hearing nothing from the cast for months on end are so strange, esp. when Zoom & social media exist. It does nothing but feed the flames, when other fandom cast members are so much more omnipresent between seasons, keeping interest & hype--and HOPE--alive for the fans. A LOT of this could've been avoided/prevented, had AMC not underutilized the power of the internet.

If this is of any help at all (not saying you can't be skeptical and cautious, because I am):

Apparently, what they are filming are Auvergne and present scenes (most of Armand's moments on TVL happens in Paris/the 1700s).

Rolin has said he doesn't want to make stereotypical villains. He specifically talked about having a long plan for Armand and wanting people to empathize with him.

Armand, Lestat and Louis reconnect on TQOTD. These are literally quotes from some of the last volumes of TVC: "I brought Louis and Benji and Sybelle here. I insisted on it. And Antoine is now a vital part of us. I love Antoine. Benji and Sybelle love him too (Armand to Gregory)", "I wanted to say we all love one another. We all have to love one another. If you and I and Louis don’t love one another after all we’ve been through, well, then all our powers mean nothing, and our dreams mean nothing, and so we have to love one another (Lestat to Armand)."

Rolin let Assad know he was auditioning for a big role and told him Armand's story before he even got the part.

Rolin let Assad share his thoughts and have some level of input on Armand's arc.

Rolin had Assad looking at some of the editing process.

Rolin said there were 4 things Assad asked. He didn't specify if he followed all of his wishes, but he did say he Assad was right about them and used plural. So I'm assuming he went with his ideas at least 2/4 of those times.

Rolin gave him advice and told Assad to just go and have fun on his first day. I suspect Assad must've been insecure and Rolin made sure he was okay and encouraged him.

Assad still likes stuff about the show, posts photos with cast members, mentions them, likes their content, and shared a picture with a The Vampire Armand shirt, thanking the fans a few days ago. It doesn't seem like he wants to distance himself from the series or has hard feelings about it.

From what I've seen on the fandom survey and heard from fans, Armand has always been popular. The number of fanfictions on AO3 and fanart prove that as well.

Last year, Assad was the most popular actor from the show on Tumblr. People really love both the character and the actor.

Armand is one of the most important characters on the novels, he appears on most volumes along with Louis and Lestat, has his own book and close relationships with all the other regular characters on the series (Louis, Lestat, and Daniel). Other people like Gabrielle or David don't have their own book or deep relationships with some of these characters. Armand is the only one who is tied to all three of them: Louis, Lestat, and Daniel. You can never sideline him, reduce him to just a villain, love interest, ally, or write him off if you want to adapt the chronicles properly.

Again I'm not saying you can't be worried, you should because there have been many problems lately and we it's better to avoid further disappointment. But there are still reasons to have some hope and be carefully optimistic. Just posting it for anybody who may need it. 💗

[fullmetall]

thinking abt hohenheim 2day

[ibblescribbles]

Do you think you will ever check out Raincode? It's made by the same people who made DR but with a more focus on mystery. (It has the same vibes and stuff, I feel like you would like it a lot) another thing, the writing is so banger

Yes, I've already played Raincode!! Really enjoyed it, especially for the DR-like vibe and I actually made charms of the main cast:

I have sketches of Yomi and Yakou that I've been meaning to add to this set for ages but haven't been able to bring myself to refine them ;v; Makes me happy when people recognize the Raincode merch at cons tho! I'm really excited for Kodaka's new game too, I haven't played the demo yet!

[lesbiansanemi]

I successfully made banana bread last night! It’s very yummy, and I actually made TWO loaves so I could bring one for my coworker that’s been having a hard time recently. I hope she likes it

[illithilit]

That moment when you realize that Mourndax is so flippant about everything bc ofc he is. Man's barely had any agency in his life under his parents' control, and he's less than five years removed from that. He hasn't exactly had time to learn how to make decisions of his own, and acting like you don't give a shit what the outcome is, or that you've simply changed your mind about it for no particular reason is a lot easier than admitting to still remembering how much the leash hurt when pulled on.

[alien-slushie]

Because people are talking about it the comments, Im gonna cover what I would/will do if I ever get around to writing this. Not going in super detail but thought I'd clarify.

So; Danny's relationship with the BatFam

Danny's first run in with Batman and Robin is soon after he moves into Gotham. Batman and Robin are checking him out as a newbie to Gotham after his background check looked sketchy due to his parents. Danny pretty much immediately disliked Batman, what with him encouraging childhood Vigilanteism, but he stayed out of his way.

On the front of Bruce Wayne, he clocked immediately that Bruce was hiding something, he's just not totally sure what, and he tries to keep Tim as far from Bruce Wayne as possible, even if that means Danny has to go to stuffy Gala's and Parties. He wants Tim to be a kid, so he let the Drake partners coach him on how to blend in.

Tim becomes Robin/helps Batman behind Danny's back. Danny takes a little while to figure it out because he respects Tim's boundaries and doesn't snoop around, but after two weeks of Tim coming home with some sort of injury, no matter how small, he starts thinking he's being bullied, and while Tim won't talk about it, Danny starts giving him some self defense lessons.

Eventually Tim comes clean, and while Danny assures Tim he's not angry at him, as soon as Tim is tucked into bed that night, Danny storms over to Bruce's house, because it all finally clicks. Jason, the poor kid, had passed away not long ago and a new Robin was instated, Bruce is sketchy and hiding something, and Dick is far too casual with Tim, who Danny has only seen interact twice at social events.

As soon as Alfred opens the door Danny, politely, excuses himself, barges in, walking up to Bruce's study and decks him in the face as hard as normal humanly possible(he holds back all his ghost strength). I won't go into the full conversation, but Danny essentially gives Bruce serious dressing down on how he is allowing children to galavant through the city and fight full adults, some with powers, and how irresponsible and stupid it is. Danny doesn't let him get a word in as he scolds, and rants at him for almost thirty minutes about how he's an adult, he's supposed to protect children, not train them for crimefighting. When Danny finally starts to trail off, Bruce insists they wanted to help him, and Danny asks something along the lines of; "Did they? Or were they scared that if they didn't, you would leave them?" Admittedly that was Danny just being bitter and purposefully hurtful, but it does give Bruce something to think about as Danny finally leaves, apologizing only to Alfred as he excuses himself.

The next day Danny sits Tim down, tells him about being Phantom, and asks if being Robin, a Vigilante, a hero, is really what he wants to do. He wants him to really think about it, and for once Danny is really serious, and blunt as he lays out the true, hard facts of what that world is like, he could be hurt, or killed, his relationships can and will suffer because, try as you might, saving the day always comes first. He leaves Tim to think hard on it, and when Tim decides that yes, it's what he wants, Danny says okay. Because Tim gets a choice, maybe Danny didnt, but Tim got a choice in the matter, as well as his support.

Danny begrudgingly becomes part of the Bat Pack, against Bruce's wishes, because while he doesn't want to fight crime, he's gonna be there for his kid- all of the kids. Because, big surprise, there are more hero children running around! And oh boy, Danny is pissed.

Danny barges into the Watch Tower, and more or less takes over, after reading everyone the riot act.

Danny also contacts Jazz, Jazz is absolutely tickled to be part of everything. While she specializes in Villain Reformation and Criminal Psychology, she has been wanting to try her hand with Heros, so while it's over video call, she becomes the hero's and vigilantes therapist.

When Jason returns, tainted in corrupted Ecto, Danny feels it as soon as he steps into the city. He doesn't know it's Jason, but he knows he's a danger to himself and others. For the first time in years Danny actually fights with Jason, and knocks him out before spiriting Jason away to the Ghost Zone to get treatment, it's not kidnapping if the guys dead, probably.

DPxDC Prompt/Idea

The death of his parents brought in a lot of hidden information to young Timothy Drake. For example, Janet and Jack weren't the only family Tim had. Turns out, Janet Drake had two older sisters, whom she had estranged herself from a long time ago, meaning Tim had two blood aunts, an uncle, and two adult aged older cousins. The discovery of his other family was both joyful, and worrying, making his future uncertain until the social workers could work something out.

After court appearances and jurisdiction issues, Tim was finally plopped in the lap of the relitive that was deemed "most suitable", whatever that meant; his older cousin Danny.

From what Tim had overheard *cough*snooped out*cough, his Aunt Alicia lived in the middle of nowhere without much electricity or even internet, and while she would have taken him in, the social workers worried the drastic, and sudden change in environment, on top of his grief, would make everything even harder on him, especially since Alicia lived hours away from any therapists, which was a requirement due to the situation. His Aunt Maddie and her husband Jack were immediately denied, given the state of their home and the 'open lab' concept they had going on down stairs, not to mention the fact that their own kids had seemingky cut contact as soon as they turned 18. The next person they looked into was his cousin Jazz, Maddie's oldest child, but while she looked like the best fit on paper, given her job as a therapist and psychoanalysis gave her the means and emotional capabilities to raise a child, but Jazz's job wasn't stationary, she helped a lot with the FBI, and more specifically, the rehabilitation of Villains and Rogues, meaning she traveled a lot and tended to have a target on her back due to her Job, it just wasn't safe or consistent enough for rearing a child. That left Danny, Jazz's younger brother. At just 25 years old Danny was a freelance engineer, and consultant that worked according to his own hours, not only did having the ability to chose his own work schedule make it easier for him to spend time with Tim, but the fact that Danny could work anywhere meant that Tim didn't have to leave Gotham, as Danny was willing to move to Gotham so Tim didn't have to change schools, or leave his home.

So here Tim was, in Drake Mansion, sitting across from a cousin he had never meant before, his new guardian, trying to wrap his head around the entire situation as best he could.

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When Danny heard from Jazz about their estranged younger cousin, he hadn't thought much on it. He felt bad for the kids situation, and he hoped the kid was actually getting looked after, but never in a million years did he expect to be deemed 'most suitable' to care for the kid. Honestly he's thought Jazz, or Aunt Alicia would be best suited, Jazz had the fancy "feelings degrees", and his Aunt had a peaceful farm, Danny was just a freelance engineer that worked out of his condo most days, while portaling back and fourth to the Ghost Zone to help Clockwork, and other Ghosts with whatever wacky hijinks they needed help with.

Phantom had retired, the Portal in his parents house sealed, and their blueprints tampered with just enough to not be obvious, but still make making another portal to Ghost Zone impossible. Danny had graduated with grades passable enough to get a partial scholarship, and then he left Amity, working labor jobs on the weekends to live and pay the rest of his tuition. Once he graduated, Danny started working with a company, before eventually breaking off to start working for himself.

Once Danny had left Amity, he got his name changed. He didnt hate his parents, but Danny had just started to not care, it was painful to yearn for acknowledging repeatedly, only to be ignored in favor of work, so Danny just stopped trying, changed his name, and simply didn't call or visit his parents. Jazz hadn't totally agree with his actions, she'd kept their parents name, but she didn't visit or talk to them much either, not unless they reached out first, so she didnt have much of a leg to stand on.

Given all that, Danny had been surprised when Tim's social worker reached out to him. At first he figured they wanted a character reference for his sister, but to his shock, they wanted to know if he would take Tim in, saying that he, Danny, seemed the most stable for the child. It was a whirlwind of questions, and background checks, and parenting classes, and court dates, but before long Danny found himself staring down at his little cousin in a too big, too cold, too staged mansion in Gotham New Jersy.

[holeforzenin]

Inspired by this dabble

He’s out cold beside you— flat on his back, one massive arm thrown carelessly over your waist like you’re a teddy bear, lips parted lazily just enough for that fuckass awful snore to rip through the room like a chainsaw.

Toji Fushiguro sleeps like a man who’s never known stress. Like the minute his head hits the soft pillow, every care in the world ceases to exist. Which would be fine, if his snores weren’t fucking echoing through your skull.

You’ve been trying to sleep for some time now. You really have. But now your eyes are wide open, glued to the ceiling with your thighs pressed shamelessly tight together as you shift under the sheets. Because his snoring isn’t just loud— it’s deep and guttural. That raw, unconscious sound of a muscular grown man who works hard with his hands, eats like a caveman, and sleeps like a bear in winter.

It vibrates through your chest and sends something hot and shameful crawling low in your belly. Every time he exhales and that sound rumbles from his throat, it makes your core throb. You hate it. You hate him. You want to strangle him and beg him to do it again but inside your pussy all at once.

“Toji,” you whisper, nudging his hard chest. Nothing. He’s dead to the world, mouth slack and brows furrowed slightly like even in sleep he’s annoyed like a grumpy old man.

You shake him again. “Toji—babe, you’re snoring”. You say softly.

He finally groans, low and hoarse like it’s dragging straight from the depths of his chest. Then he shifts slightly, cracking one heavy-lidded eye open, voice thick with sleep when he murmurs, “The hell d’you want, baby?”

Fuck.

You nearly whimper.

The rasp in his voice is so rough, so slow and manly it should be illegal. It slinks straight down your spine, curls around your gut, and settles between your legs like heat. You’re soaking now—thighs clenched together as your pussy throbbed, fists balled into the sheets so you don't moan.

“You were snoring,” you mumble weakly, trying not to sound as flustered as you are. He exhales a short laugh, still half-asleep. “Yeah? You woke me up just for that?”

“Toji”

His hand finds your waist again, palm warm and heavy as it slides over your stomach and tugs you closer into his body. He rubs his face into your neck to get rid of the raven strands tickling his eyes, before burying his face further into your neck, his breath hot and uneven.

“Mmm…G’night, baby,” he mutters. Voice still deep. Still ragged and sleepy. He knows exactly what he's doing to you and you know he's fucking with you.

And now your panties are ruined. And on top of that, he's definitely still going to keep fucking snoring for the rest of the night.