#reckless dumbass 4

[redtsundere-writes]

Out Of My League | Kayn Shieda / Rhaast

heartsteel!kayn shieda / Rhaast x f!reader

Part 3: Skillcurve.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 4.

Sypnosis: A chronically online girl goes bowling with Heartsteel and ¿her boyfriend? Contents: fluff. Friends to lovers. A couple of dumbasses. Flirting. PDA. Word Count: 2876 words. Author's Note: I really like writing about Kayn cause I´m kinning so hard, I don't know it's bad or good. Requested by: @lovewhatsnotreal

After Kayn satisfied his need to kiss you until sucking your soul out, both returned to the auditorium holding hands. The Heartsteel members quickly realized what had happened once they noticed the pale red hickey on your neck. They were a bit surprised to find out what you were willing to do at school but they were still happy for you two. Yone was proud of you for achieving your goal, but he was disappointed in your indecency. 

Your love for each other was as young as the night and it was barely starting. While you were aware of Kayn's rebellious and reckless personality, you were unaware that his driving mirrored those traits. On the way to the bowling alley, he had run 5 red lights, 7 stop signs and almost ran over a woman. The entire ride you spent praying and holding on to your seat belt as if your life depended on it. Let me correct that, your life DID depend on it. 

Everyone had arrived at the bowling alley, including the captain of the volleyball team who didn’t want to leave Yone's side. “It seems that Kayn wasn't lying,” you thought, relieved when you saw how the girl forcibly hugged Yone's arm but he was just shooting disapproving glances at her. Ezreal was excited to finally be able to rest after weeks of rehearsals leading up to the talent show. K'Sante and Sett were arguing about who was going to have the highest score at bowling while Aphelios just listened to them even though he knew who was going to win: Him.

While Yone and Aphelios paid for the hours everyone would be playing, the others ordered snacks and drinks stupidly in the restaurant bar of the place. 

"I want some nachos with extra cheese, extra beef and… extra everything!" Kayn asked excitedly. He hadn't eaten all day because he had forgotten to do so out of jealousy. 

"What do you want, beautiful?" He asked you before snaking his arm around your waist. 

"I’m good," you said shyly.

You really didn't have much of an appetite being surrounded by strangers. You weren't afraid of the people you didn’t know because you knew, for what you had heard from Kayn and Yone, that they are good people. Yet, you couldn't shake the shame away. You had to know them better to be able to trust them. 

"And chicken nuggets!" Kayn shouted so that the cashier could include that in the order. 

Everyone got their shoes. Sett helped Aphelios tie his shoelaces like the prince he is. The captain, seeing this, asked Yone to do the same but he flatly refused. Having his shoes on, Ezreal began to dance to check that they were tied properly. You and Kayn just watched him and laughed at him because he looked funny. 

Everyone was playing in their respective turns. You asked to be the last because you had never played in your life. Not having many friends, you had not had the opportunity to do things that other kids your age usually do for fun, such as going to karaoke, going to the arcade, or skipping class. Your life used to consist of playing League, practicing your guitar skills, and aimlessly surfing the vast web. Maybe that would change now that Kayn was your boyfriend... only if he asked you.

Even though Kayn confessed and kissed you, you didn't know exactly what he wanted from you. Did he want you to be his girlfriend, his lover, his friend with benefits or was this just going to be a situationship? You wanted to ask him where you stood with him but this wasn't the right time. 

"You may be better than me at playing League but you won’t beat me in this," Kayn said with a proud smile. 

Kayn is very competitive. He loves to compete and that is why he usually turns everything into a competition. Even the most ridiculous thing can become a competition if he puts his mind to it: seeing who can fold a burrito the fastest or who can stay awake the longest.

You rolled your eyes at his statement but didn't look away to watch how you were supposed to play, since you didn't have the slightest idea what you were supposed to do. Kayn took one of the heavier balls, stood in front of the throwing line, swung the bowling ball back to create momentum, and then threw it so that it glided fluidly down the lane. The ball knocked out all the pins with one shot. Strike. 

"HOT DAMN!" Kayn exclaimed, showing off his satisfying shot. 

“Oh wow, it's Faker” you thought. Aphelios indicated with his finger that it was your turn, so you approached the throwing line. Kayn smiled at you as you approached him to exchange turns. 

"You got it, cutie." He said before spanking you. The colors rushed to your face instantly. 

"Hey!" You barked embarrassed. He just stuck his tongue out at you and scooted away to watch you throw.

You took a deep breath to ignore what Kayn had done. You approached the bowling balls station. The balls came in various sizes and colors. You decided to take one just because it was your favorite color and stood in front of the line again. You replayed in your mind how Kayn had launched his shot and tried to imitate it as best as possible with the best aim. Your ball ended up deflecting into the left channel. 

Kayn poke fun at your missed shot as you blushed. You felt like a humiliated tomato. You went back to the ball station to grab another one. You took a deep breath and tried again but the ball fell back into the same channel. You dropped your head in surrender as Kayn laughed harder. Aphelios came over to smack the back of his head for mocking while Sett approached you. 

"You don't know how to play, do you?" Sett asked empathetically. 

"It's the first time I play," you declared embarrassed. Kayn stopped laughing upon hearing that. Now he felt bad for making fun of a rookie. 

"Don't worry, I can teach you," Sett offered. He had done it partly out of kindness and because Aphelios asked him via chat. Kayn did not hesitate to interject. 

"I'm better at playing, I think I can teach my girlfriend," Kayn reproached the big man. 

You frowned at the title he gave you. Not because you didn't want to be his girlfriend, but because he hadn't asked you. Maybe you weren't good at reading social parameters but you knew that those kinds of things are asked. At least now you knew what Kayn wanted from you. You decided to get revenge for making fun of you. 

"Girlfriend? Where?" you asked while pretending to look for an imaginary person on the horizon. Kayn was now frowning at you, an expression that made Sett chuckle. 

"I'm talking about you, dummy," he scolded. You stopped, pretending not to understand. 

"Me? I don't remember you asking me," you said while inspecting your nails as if you didn't care. Kayn ground his teeth in frustration. 

"You're mine, I made that hickey," he reproached, pointing at your neck. 

"This? A friend did it to me," you said with an evil smile. Sett burst into laughter. 

"Go fight somewhere else, it's my turn." K'Sante said as he approached you. You gave Kayn a wink to indicate that you were just joking, to which he just shook his head, drawing away from the fact that you were playing with his little heart. You both returned to your seats to wait for the next turn. 

The food arrived minutes later. Ezreal had ordered a little of everything but encouraged everyone to grab from his plate. K'Sante and Sett ate wings as if they had never eaten a bite in their entire lives. Kayn's nachos looked monstrous but appetizing. While he ate, he struck down anyone who even thought of grabbing his food. You were obviously the only exception but you only ate one to try them out and covered your mouth while you did so in shame. 

"Who ordered the nuggets?" asked Yone, who was distributing the food. Kayn, having his mouth full of cheese and meat, only pointed to you so Yone would give them to you. 

"I didn't order this," You told him confusedly as you looked at the nuggets in a plastic basket. Kayn swallowed what was in his mouth to answer you. 

"I ordered them for you," he answered before taking a mouthful of nachos. You were surprised to hear that.

"I know you love nuggets and that you don’t like eating in public, but you must eat," he said, encouraging to eat without feeling embarrassed. You smiled to yourself seeing that he knew you so well and cared about you. You decided to eat the nuggets because he was right, they were your favorite. 

"Strike, baby!" Kayn shouted as the ball knocked down all the pine trees in his next turn. You approached him to follow the turn pattern. 

"I'm going to teach you, so pay attention," he asked as he examined the weights on the balls. 

She picked up a  bowling ball number 10, a ball for the average weight of an adult woman. He gave you the ball to hold and then pulled you towards him so that your back was against his chest. This way you could imitate his movements precisely. His slippery fingers grabbed your wrist and with his other hand he adjusted your back to make sure your posture was straight. 

You blushed as you felt his warm breath tickling your ear. It was the first time you were so close to him with several people watching you around. You swallowed to calm your nerves. 

"Do you see the marks on the floor of the track? Focus on those, not the pines," Kayn explained patiently. You nodded, signaling that you had understood his indication. 

"Good girl, now just follow me," he asked.

He forced you to move your arm and legs back to create momentum. They then walked forward while you swung your arm in the same direction to shoot. As he had promised, the ball hit the second row of pine trees and caused them all to fall in a domino effect. You smiled when you saw the result. 

"I made a strike!" You exclaimed happily as you raised your arms in victory. Kayn smiled at you seeing you so excited and imitated you in celebration. 

"Thank you. I teach on Thursdays," he said with a mischievous smile. 

"How much is it for private lessons?" you asked, playing along. 

"Just a couple of kisses," He purred before pulling you by the waist and kissing your smile. He gently held your chin as he guided you to paradise with his lips. 

"Get a room! There are people who did come to play!" Ezreal scolded before throwing an empty soda can at Kayn's head. The pink-haired boy turned to glare at him. You just laughed, blushing. 

"Thank you for inviting me," you thanked the members of Heartsteel once they were ready to go home.

Ezreal said it was a pleasure and all the boys said goodbye to you. Yone advised you to call him if Kayn ended up being detained by the police before heading to his car with the captain. Your date took you by the hand back to the car so he could take you home “safe and sound.”  

They got into the car and you melted into the seat from the exhaustion caused by social interactions. Kayn massaged your shoulder from the driver's seat and told you that you did a good job. You smiled weakly at the compliment. You had really had a good time, you just weren't used to having so many people around you. 

Kayn turned on the car's interior lights and reached for something in the back seat. You looked at him confused. He brought a makeup bag with him as soon as he sat up straight again. 

"Are you going to touch-up your makeup?" you asked curiously. 

"You're the one who needs a touch-up. I'm not going to let your mom see that hickey," Kayn said seriously. 

You instinctively covered your neck as soon as you remembered the mark he had given you that afternoon after confessing. You looked in the visor mirror to check the severity of the mark. You were relieved to see that it was a pale red shade and not purple. Kayn approached you to inspect the mark and adjust your neck to begin covering it. 

"I'm going to apply concealer," he said before reaching his hand into his small makeup bag. 

"I didn't know you wore makeup," you commented without moving your neck. 

"Do you think all this beauty is natural?" Kayn joked as he applied the product to your neck.

"Eh... yes," you giggled. 

"Well, you're right. I'm too beautiful for this world, but sometimes I get pimples on my face," he joked while blending the product with a makeup sponge. 

You laughed at his comment. Kayn smiled to himself seeing that you weren't surprised or made fun of him for wearing makeup. In his life he had come across people who had distanced themselves from him just because they knew that he wore eyeliner, he was happy that you were not like them. You weren't really surprised by this because Rhaast would sometimes call you while he was painting his hair or nails, so it was safe to say that he did more than just his eyeliner. 

"I did my makeup today thinking it would surprise you but I see that you are better than me at it," You said, feeling a bit silly for feeling like a makeup artist just because your eyeliner was symmetrical. 

"You look beautiful," he flattered you. You still weren't used to him saying those things to you, but you would soon. He finished covering the hickey with translucent powder over the concealer so it wouldn't sweat away on the way home. You thanked him when he finished and he replied that it wasn't a problem. 

After a crazy car ride while listening to his favorite songs at excessively high volume, Kayn finally parked in front of your building. You wanted to stay with him longer but you both needed to rest after a hectic day full of emotions. 

"Thank you for driving me," You said before leaving a kiss on his cheek. 

You were going to move away but Kayn's hand on your neck didn't allow you. He clenched your jaw slightly to keep you close to him while he kissed your entire face. He also wanted to stay with you longer. If you lived alone, he would have stayed the night to make the most of every moment with you. The only thing stopping him was that he now had a couple of in-laws who wouldn't be too happy with that idea. 

Your hands briefly ran over his chest until they reached his shoulders to feel him closer to you. Kayn tilted his head to deepen the kiss, an intimate and profound expression of affection that transcended the surface. The safe feeling in his chest every time he kissed you made him drift into a peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. He was sure that he had found the person with whom he wanted to have a thousand and one adventures. 

You detached from each other when both started to lack air and a thin trail of saliva briefly connected you. Kayn wiped your lips with his thumb to release your face and take your hand. Both smiled upon the realization that you were finally together, well, now you were closer than ever. 

"I've never wanted to be someone's boyfriend so bad," Kayn whispered to you as his fingers gently played with yours. Brushing your skin with his fingertips, wishing you could touch each other like this later in your relationship. 

"Can I?" He asked before kissing the back of your hand. 

It was something you had only heard in your deepest dreams, now it is your new reality. Kayn loved you the same way you loved him. You smiled at his interesting proposal. 

"Only if you promise me you won't break up with me in a month," you joked. Kayn rolled his eyes at that tasteless joke. 

"I'll break up with you when hell freezes," he said between joking and serious. 

"You convinced me, I accept," You said before planting a kiss on your nose. 

Kayn got out of the car and walked around it to get to your door to open it. He helped you down and walked you to the entrance of your building. You said goodbye to each other and then you entered. As soon as you disappeared from Kayn's sight, you started jumping excitedly to your apartment. You did! You were officially Kayn's girl! All your hard work had paid off and you felt like you would explode with excitement. Because of your strange burst of energy and the makeup, your parents didn't even realize that a handsome vampire had bitten you.

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[bluetooththereptile]

Unwanted embrace (part 4)

Yandere batfamily x neglected reader

(Gif by unknown)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is continuation of this post)

Note: here's the promised part 4!

Tw: Mentions of past weightloss, injuries, and death

"Y-you know doing something reckless makes your situation worse right?" The taxi driver studdered as he drove as fast he could, his hands trembling as he tried to make the wheel remain steady. He looked at the mirror, watching the person in a large hoodie that had pointed a knife to his side for the 10th time since the time they had jumped into his car, not knowing why he had gotten into that situation. He was just vibing with the music on the radio when suddenly the door of his car was opened with brutal force and a hunched, wet figure shoved themselves into the backseat and pointed a knife towards his face, their face covered by a scarf.

"Look straight dumbass!" You hissed, not believing your voice. The once energetic voice had lost its power and seemed more like a ghost's. Your heartbeat was so fast that you thought that poor piece of meat was going to leap out of your throat and end your misery. "W-where do you want to go?" The driver asked "Robert Kane Bridge..." you said as you pushed the knife to his coat harder, making him gasp in shock as he quickened the speed of the car. He had seen the dried blood on your hands you were dangerous and he didn't want to lose his life so he rode in the heavy rain.

The silence was interrupted by the sound of rain on the windows and the driver's quick breaths, but you were too busy processing the last few hours that you didn't bother noticing them. You had escaped! You reminded yourself, but your mind couldn't believe it. You were miles away from that damned manor, away from your glass cage in the Batcave, away from the clutches of your family! But still, your stomach clenched in worry, you knew they were after you, even Dick's state couldn't stop them.

Remembering Dick you looked down at your hands, they were red with blood, just like the knife you had managed to steal from Jayson. You still could feel his hot breaths on your wet cheeks as he panted, gritting his teeth as you shoved the knife deeper into his body. It was his fault, he shouldn't have tried to startle you when you were fleeing the Manor, he should have stayed in that damned cave! His voice echoed in your mind as you gulped.

"Such a c-caring sibling you are! You don't want me dead even now huh?" That delusional bastard chuckled as he dropped to the floor with his hand on his side. You had stabbed him in a place that had less chance of death, he could survive till the ambulance would arrive, the alarms in the Batcave were already on so they were on the way already. You came back to reality when the coldness of your saggy wet clothes got to you, making you tremble.

You looked at your reflection in the car's mirror, you couldn't recognize those eyes, terrified and hollow, you had turned into something you hated the most; a criminal. But it was your family's fault! If that had let you go away, none of that would've happened! If they had just let you go on with your own life ignoring you like the rest of your life, none of that would have happened! Your skinny fingers clenched around the knife handle, already getting tired, how come you had become so weak? You thought to yourself, only to be reminded of your state, you had lost 60 pounds since the time you were captured,  your whole muscle mass had shrunk away, and the only thing that kept you alive was the rush of adrenaline in your body.

"What the hell is that?" The driver asked, panicked by the loud sound of a powerful engine, making you panic as well. You knew that sound very well. Soon the huge shadow of the batmobile appeared on the other side of the street. "Drive faster you idiot!" You screamed, body shaking like you were hit by an electric shock. The driver opened his mouth to tell you he couldn't go faster or he was going to lose his control on the wheel when several hooks jabbed their way into the car's side, tilting it, the driver turned the wheel, to get away from whatever that was pulling on the car. You wanted to applause for the guy's bravery, but your mind was distracted by the fact that he lost control of the wheel, and the car moved on its own, falling to the side.

Your forehead bumped into the window and a piece of glass cut it open, but it was not going to stop you, the rush of adrenaline was still keeping you away from giving in. You poked your head out of the broken window, it was hard to see in the dark when it was raining, but you could see the large silhouettes of Red hood and batman as they came off of the vehicle. If you thought you were screwed when you had punched Tim in the face to get a chance of getting away from your cage, now it was tripled as the two giants walked toward the car.

You wiggled your way out of the car, running to the Bridge that was a hundred feet away. You could hear Jason's hard boots smack to the ground as he ran after you, making you gasp in fear, your body not being able to breathe properly because of the scarf on your face, you pulled it off as you tried to run faster, panting as you tried to keep your steps steady. You didn't know how, but you reached the bridge, it was empty at that time, that was why you had chosen to go there in the first place. Now reaching your destination you turned around with your knife in hand.

But your face was greeted with Jason's hard punch that made you nearly fall onto the floor, you stabbed his helmet with the knife as you tried to get away from him, who growled your name over and over as he tried to pull the knife off of his helmet. You were given a second chance, so you got up as fast as you could, walking to the edge of the bridge. "Y/N!" Bruce's shouting didn't stop you, you could hear him get closer, so you turned around to give him a victorious grin before you jumped off the bridge, falling into the water.

Your fragile body fell into the water, but you didn't struggle, you had lost all of your energy to even try to stop the suffocating feeling of being choked by water. Your body temperature fell quickly, and before you could go a few feet deep in, you were nearly unconscious. You couldn't feel but Bruce had jumped into the water as well, reaching out to you, pulling your body to the surface. "Y/N!" He desperately said as he watched eyelids open slightly, slapping your face to make you come back to reality, but your body had decided to fail him, and you grew limp in his arms.

When Bruce came out of the water, he was silent, holding your body tightly against his chest. Jason was there waiting for him, but he didn't ask any questions, he knew what had happened. "Call Ra's..." Bruce said as he wrapped his cape around your lifeless body, and Jason didn't question him, which was unusual. He knew what was going to happen but he didn't want to lose the chance of having you back, for any price, even if it meant losing your sanity.

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[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day eight!) (part one!)

(wow this is long. there’s a part two too😳😳)

(read them all here!)

the next time those happy little bells rang at 4:56, bakugo came, but so did someone else. it was another man, dressed more casually than bakugo, and a few inches shorter, maybe two or three. he exuded an air of bright happiness, somewhat like a ray of sunshine in human form.

he had hair like bakugo’s, wild and sticking out in many places. however, it seemed more purposeful; you could see the gel that kept his hair that way. he had red eyes, but they were much softer than bakugo’s, and weren’t stuck in a constant state of glaring. he was smiling, looking curiously around the store. he had a snaggletooth.

“you brought a friend, bakugo?” you smile as the two approach the counter.

“he’s a dumbass.” bakugo replied bluntly.

“i’m kirishima.” the red-haired man laughed. “so you’re the barista i’ve heard about?”

“you’ve heard of me?” you raise an eyebrow.

“yup, bakugo’s told me all about you.” kirishima chuckled.

“did not.” bakugo snapped. “i said she’s the annoying-ass extra who makes my goddamn coffee.”

“you said more than that.” kirishima countered. bakugo scowled.

“shut the fuck up, shitty hair.”

“your hair’s just like mine, y’know.” kirishima raised an eyebrow.

“can i get you guys any drinks? medium black coffee for bakugo, i assume?” you smile, stifling your own laughter.

“yeah.” bakugo grunted.

“i’ll have a coffee, too, but with cream and sugar, please.” kirishima said politely.

“of course.” you hum, ringing them up. “coming right up.” you give them their total— they pay separately— and bakugo walks to his seat. kirishima follows. it’s clear from the way they interact that kirishima’s known him for awhile. yet, you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve seen him before.

“so, are you a pro hero too?” you ask kirishima as you give them their coffees. bakugo sips his as kirishima answers.

“yup. red riot. i’m number 5 on the hero rankings right now.” kirishima smiled. that explained it. you’d seen him in interviews with bakugo.

“ah, i see. i don’t follow heroes much, so i’m sorry i didn’t recognize you.” you apologize. kirishima waves it off.

“no worries. bakugo already told me about that.”

“he did?”

“yeah!” kirishima grinned. “he said that—“

“shut your fucking mouth.” bakugo’s eye twitched as his hands sparked.

“alright, man.” kirishima held his hands up in surrender.

“no explosions in the store.” you chide, half kidding but also half worrying for the general well-being of your precious workplace and praying it doesn’t go up in flames.

“yeah, yeah, i know.” bakugo rolled his eyes. “i’m not that damn reckless.”

“if you say so.” you hum teasingly.

“fuck you.” bakugo spat.

“refill, kirishima?” you change the subject. “on the house.”

“oh! yeah, sure.” kirishima smiled, passing his empty mug to you, which you then took and proceeded to refill. “are you sure, though? i’m totally down to pay for it.”

“it’s your first time here, don’t worry about it.” you wave a hand dismissively.

“thanks!” kirishima beamed.

“no problem.” you hummed. “bakugo? do you need a refill?”

“no.” bakugo took another sip.

“you’re quiet today.” you remark. “how was work?”

“shit.” bakugo replied bluntly.

“the usual shit or especially shitty?” you hum.

“the usual.” bakugo clicked his tongue. “shitty sidekicks and pathetic villains.”

“i see.” you hum. “kirishima? how was work for you?”

“i saved a lot of people, so i’d consider it pretty good.” kirishima beamed.

“that’s fantastic.” you smile back at him.

“yeah. the coffee’s great, by the way.” kirishima said.

“thank you.” that kirishima. he was so different from bakugo. he was incredibly sweet and polite; definitely someone who attracts people, kind of like a magnet. you’d love to be friends with him and bakugo— though, technically, you thought of bakugo as a sort-of friend already, although you weren’t sure what his stance on it was. you resolved to make an effort to befriend these men.

“so, do you have an agency, too?” you ask curiously. “i understand bakugo has one of his own.” bakugo’s lips twitched into a smug smirk, his agency clearly a source of pride for him.

“yup.” kirishima grinned. “we just got a new building, actually. we’re renovating it right now.”

“that’s so cool!” you exclaim. “where is it?”

“a couple blocks from bakugo’s, actually.” kirishima glanced around. “y’know, i’m surprised you don’t get more business, given how close this place is to bakugo’s agency.”

“there’s a bigger one that’s right next to it,” you explain. “so people usually go there instead.”

“right, i forgot about that.” kirishima chuckled good-naturedly. “but you’ve got bakugo now, huh?”

“shut it, shitty hair.” bakugo glared at kirishima.

“and you, if you like the coffee enough.” you joke. kirishima laughed.

“i wish i could. but i’m usually on patrol when bakugo comes in. i took today off, though, because mina— pinky— is having a party tonight as her place.” kirishima explained. his face lit up as he got an idea. “hey, you should come!” bakugo looked up from his coffee, startled.

“me?” you blink, taken aback by the sudden invitation. “oh, that’s okay, i wouldn’t want to intrude..”

“she said ‘invite anyone and everyone.’” kirishima pulled out his phone, showing you the texts between him and who you assumed was mina. it did indeed say “invite anyone and everyone, ei. people u saved. people on the street. sweet old ladies. waiters at restaurants. everyone.”

“are you sure?” you ask, still hesitant.

“yeah!” kirishima smiled. “mina’s wanted to meet you anyway.”

“i feel famous now.” you chuckle. kirishima laughed with you as bakugo glared at kirishima furiously.

“who the fuck did you tell?!” he demanded. kirishima only smiled.

“just the squad.”

“quit calling it the squad.”

“that’s what the group chat’s called, man. the bakusquad.”

“the- the bakusquad?” you sputter out, nearly choking on your laughter.

“our friends,” kirishima explained. “it’s okay, though. mina would’ve found out anyway, bakugo knows that. so, are you in?” bakugo looked pissed, but not in the way that he’d take action over it.

“only if you’re sure i won’t be intruding.” you sigh with a smile.

“positive.”

“what time is it? and where? and how do i dress for it?” you ramble, to which kirishima chuckled.

“it’s at 8,” kirishima began. “and you can dress however—“

“gimme your phone.” bakugo grunted, holding his hand out unexpectedly. you blink.

“huh?”

“hand it over.” bakugo snapped. “so i can put my number in your phone to send you the damn address.”

“woah, man, i thought you weren’t g-“ bakugo interrupted kirishima.

“shut up.” the blond snapped as you pulled your phone out of your apron, unlocked it, opened the messenger app, and handed it to bakugo as per his request. bakugo grumbled as he typed his number in. his contact name was GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT. all caps. you stifled a snicker as bakugo sent you the address from his own phone.

“thanks.” you smile as kirishima watched the interaction, seemingly amused by something.

“whatever.”

“we can pick you up if you want.” kirishima offered.

“oh, that would be great,” you reply, thankful that getting lost wouldn’t be on the agenda for tonight.

“alright. where do you live?” kirishima asked, listening closely as you told him. “okay, so that’s only ten minutes from mina’s. we’ll get you at 7:45ish, sound good?”

“sounds good.”

“woah, man, i thought you weren’t g-“

“shut up.”

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#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo oneshot #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugou #bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #coffee shop au #pro hero bakugo x reader

[cross-word]

Reckless

Ethan Landry x male reader

I’m running out of ideas 😭

Word count: 760

You had just gotten home, everyone was at the hospital comforting Kirby and chad for surviving ghostface. You laid in your bed hours going by and watched as the sun from your window slowly disappeared.

He was a ghostface. Ethan was a ghostface, nights you spend laughing playing video games next to him we’re all of them fake?. Who was Ethan? Was he Ethan Landry or Ethan Kirsch who was your best friend? Who was the boy you’ve been dating for 2 years?

Two years he spent two years gaining your trust just to destroy everything by trying to kill you. You were lucky you left this nightmare with major bruises and a busted lip.

“Y/N you good?” Tara asked through the door “yeah I’m fine” you responded laying back down on your bed. For the rest of the night you hear Sam and Tara talking about moving back to California after Tara graduates.

Mindy and Chad would obviously follow which leaves you in New York by yourself. You think to yourself you hear rattling your window rattling you look at your only window to see him.

Fucking Ethan. He was alive.

You sat in shock about seeing your dead best friend alive. Oh god was he here to finish the job.

He looked at you with crazed eyes. You tried to scream but Ethan’s gloved hand covered it, putting a knife against your throat. “Scream and I kill you and everyone who walks in this room” tears ran through your face.

“I need your help,” he says, spitting blood onto my chest. “What do you want me to do?” you whispered, trying not to get Tara’s attention. “That friend you have that works at that clinic” he says groaning from the pain in his throat.

“You don’t need a clinic you need a hospital dumbass” you snarled at him he pressed the knife into your throat “you need to shut up” he says “ok, ok, ok just get the knife away from my throat” you tell him.

“You’ll have to wait until at night before leaving” you tell him, he slowly lets go of the hold on you “you can’t leave me” he says, you felt like your heart was going to jump out. Why? He’s psychotic. Insane. Why does he still make you feel like this “you’ll tell the others and I can’t have that” he told you blocking the door with his body.

Even if you screamed he was here, you knew he’ll kill you before Tara or Sam gets in.

Picking up your phone and dialing a number “who are you calling” he says walking towards you “the friend that works at the clinic, I’m telling her she needs to stay for a while” Ethan watched as you called your friend.

Suspicion in his eyes he listened to every word you say to your friend.

You left your room with Ethan behind you, his knife pressing against your back. Before you two could leave you hear Tara call out for you. Ethan spun you around closing the door slightly making sure Tara didn’t see him.

Ethan stood crouched behind you as you conversed with Tara. He got impatient pressing the knife onto your back “hurry it up” he whispered.

He watched as you slowly closed the door. You two walked to your car Ethan watched as the street lights hit your face. “Would you end up staying with me if I didn't..” he asked “probably, I really liked you” you told him turning towards the clinic.

You saw your friend wave through the clear doors “go walk in there” you tell him. You watched as your friend checked out Ethan's throat, cleaning all the blood and prescribing him medication for his throat.

You watched your friend lead him to lay down. She asked you to talk with her outside of the room “what happened to him, how’d he get like that” you debated telling her he was a ghostface killer.

“He got into a fight and the dude had a knife and tried to stab his eye” you lied to her.

After that day you never saw Ethan ever again.

It’s been 4 years since the attacks, your friend group knew he was alive because of the report they only found two bodies.

You walked down the aisle of the grocery store picking the things you needed.

When you bump into someone you both look into each other's eyes, those damn eyes his brown eyes, those eyes that comforted you when you cried about your problems.

“Hi, Y/N” Ethan said, with his beautifully dumb smile.

#ethan landry #scream 6 #x male reader #ethan landry angst #slight angst #jack champion #ethan x male reader

[bubbledtee]

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰!𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: mentions of violence typical to the Wild West.

Summary: Headcanons of early 90s!james as an outlaw in the Wild West.

A/N: this made me so happy to write guys I'm def gonna make this like a series probably ^-^ (also this is for @31-4am 🤭🤭 here you go lana)

He’ll act big and tough whenever necessary, but deep down that man is just a big teddy bear who’s just done a few unspeakable things.

He keeps to himself quite a bit, though he does have a big voice when needed.

He keeps to himself quite a bit, though he does have a big voice when needed.

(For scaring away both animals and men who lay hands on their women and children)

At 6’ 4”, he’s taller than just about everyone he’s ever surrounded by, so he’s hardly bothered when riding through town, following up on leads.

Because of his sheer size and strength, he’s often written off as a big dumb brute.

Which, most of the time, is not an assumption that is all that wrong.

“Goddamnit, where the hell is my hat? I swear, I just had it!”

“It’s on your damn head, dumbass.”

However, he does have his moments of intelligence.

For example, he knows exactly how to, despite his huge appearance, be so quiet and invisible that people in saloons will talk about things like trains and coach routes that are carrying bonds right next to him and not even second guess that he might be listening in. He just always is leaned over, head down with his hat covering half of his face while he sips his beer, somehow being both the largest and smallest person in the room at the same time.

He’s also extremely smart when it comes to animals. Wildlife, livestock, dogs, horses, pretty much all animals, he seems to have unlimited knowledge.

At around 15 when he learned to read after he was picked up by the gang he’s in, one of the first books he really read through was a book on natural history and that really sparked his interest in not just hunting, but the appreciation of the wildlife as well.

And every horse he’s ever had was always treated almost perfectly by him. 

They were always fat, happy, and loved.

If any of them were ever stolen (which a few have been in the past.), he’s felt like he needed to go find them.

And he did find them every time.

And every time that he’s had to put down his own horse, it would leave him broken for months, even if he didn’t show it.

It’s his heart of gold that makes him so soft for animals, and sometimes he curses himself for it.

Finally, James’s gunslinging skills are practically flawless, too.

Most people think he’d be too big and clumsy to be able to quickdraw well, so whenever he’s challenged to a duel, both his opponent and bystanders are ready to see him shot straight through the chest.

Though, it never happens.

He’ll always be way too quick for his opponent, and thus he wins every duel he’s apart of.

He doesn’t duel as much as he’s gotten older, though. It was more of a reckless, adrenaline-filling thing he did in his late teens and early twenties, but he realizes just how much he has to provide now that he’s older and higher in the gang, so he’ll only duel if absolutely necessary.

#i wrote this because i've been sick all day and needed something to do #james hetfield #papa het #wild west au #gunslinger!james hetfield #outlaw!james hetfield #cowboy!james hetfield #james hetfield imagine #james hetfield headcanons #james hetfield x y/n #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fluff #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fanfiction #papa het fluff #papa het angst #papa het x reader #metallica fluff #metallica #metallica fanfiction #metallica x reader #bub's writings

[yearninginpages]

Being best friends with Modern! Aegon would be a complicated way to spend your 4 years of University.

He was a frat boy with a tendency to get the cops called on him for disturbance of the peace, and could sometimes be an asshole for boasting so much to get attention from girls BUT

Many people didn’t know that behind that, he was actually a great artist!

I can see Aegon being into art, and that’s definitely how you two met.

It’s a hobby he used to enjoy when he was growing up, and his Mother definitely encouraged him to continue.

It started out with you being kind of sharp and mean to him for his reputation, but eventually as you interacted more with him you realized he was just a dumbass.

You stayed away from parties, only coming by to check on him and text his family in case of an emergency.

Aegon was sweet, funny and charming. It was impossible to drop him even if people tended to tell you that you should drop him while you could.

He revealed his Star Wars collectibles and secret lego obsession with you.

He’d wait for you to get out of class, by the same door, every single day to drive you home.

But that still didn’t excuse the fact that it hurt when he wrecked himself and had casual hookups like it was nothing.

You confronted him about it and he said he didn’t see the big deal.

This was the point where you realized you needed to distance yourself because his foolish actions were even catching up to him even if he was kind to you.

He tried to get you to change your mind the only way he knew how, with expensive presents and more than public displays.

But it was too late.

This sent him even deeper down the slope of his self destructive behavior.

When he hit his third year, under academic probation, and his third case of alcohol poisoning he looked around and definitely realized he needed help.

Alicent & you were the only one that took his decision seriously and actually started to seek help with him.

It took years, and a severe alcohol poisoning where he woke up cold in a hospital with his Mother and you comforting each other as you cried to realize he was way too gone for good.

Aegon is not a perfect man, but he’s also not as much of an asshole as to let the people he loved watch him destroy himself.

And he realized that you still cared, and still looked after him. But, you knew your worth and he needed to get his act together.

You didn’t get to reconciliations immediately, it took time, and a lot of venting on both sides to really understand the depth of the situation.

It was a hard recovery for Aegon. He was still part of the frat, still had a reputation, and still got invited to the same spots with the same people.

Still, he remembered what he did this for.

Not for you, not for Alicent, not for Otto, or anyone else, but for himself.

He wanted to get better so he could finally see himself the way you saw him.

He wanted to feel like Aegon again, the real Aegon. Not the one that craves attention, and avoids responsibility.

As he got better, he started taking up the hobbies he’d once quit. Art, playing instruments (bass), and he even started his own little band which you made T-shirts for <3

He was still an arrogant douchebag sometimes, and definitely needed serious tutoring from you, but now he was happier.

He grew frustrated because even after all he went through, his Father and older half sister still posed him as a threat, and a reckless child.

But that didn’t matter anymore.

He had other things in mind.

He planned to ask you out.

Aegon had stopped the casual hook ups, deleted Tinder, and straight up told you he loved you.

He did not beat around the bush, he knew you loved him too. <3

Now you both finished your bachelors, Aegon and you moved in together, you hung up all his work around the house.

Aegon had a bunch of expectations, and a company inheritance that he could not escape.

You almost died when he announced that he wanted to leave his duties to his younger brother and intended to marry and not return to his family’s whole Law Firm.

He expanded and achieved a successful career with his band, releasing his first album!

Needless to say, you were the muse for most of his emo little songs.

Aegon was happy like this.

#aegon the second #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #modern aegon targaryen x reader #aegon fic #hotd aegon #aegon x reader #modern hotd #hotd thoughts

[yukii0nna]

Elias Tekken

Age: 19

Birthday: 4/14

Twisted from: Motoyasu (ROTSH)

Occupation : Blue Pegasus wizard

Voiced by: Xander Mobus

Homeland: Forie

Magic: Illusions eye, Earth magic

Style: Gotta dress to impress, my dear. So I usually have a classic look to me

Flaws: I'm known to be a bit of a dumbass. Plus I can be a bit careless.

Pet Peeves: Look, my guild may be known for being the flirtly type, but even we hate sexual abuse. It's one of the most scummy things you can do!

Favorite food: I adore coffee . It was ... I take it with sugar.

Least favorite food: I don't exactly like fish. I don't know why, it just tastes odd to me

Hobbies: I enjoy singing. Plus I also enjoy skateboarding

Personality

Elias is a fun loving guy. He's known for his chill and flirty demeanor. He's also pretty reckless and dumb. However, he's a caring and gentle person at the end of it all. He's also more emotionally intelligent than he seems.

Background

He lost his parents when he was 5. Until he was 11, he was abused by his "guardians" being for being a "cursed child " due to his illusion eye. It got to the point that he was scared of them. Eventually he was thrown out by them after "an incident ". He became a wanderer until he met Vince and the rest was history.

Friend

Katie Lone

Eric Scarlet

Alici Scarlet

Zach Bailey

Carly Nagisa

Trivia

Takes pride in his hair. Which to his annoyance always seems to get ruined .

Is pansexual

Has been to be good at using weapons. He usually has a bo staff that can turn into a spear

Dated Eric in the past but they broke up. They're still thick as thieves

He is pretty confused about the rules of duel monsters.

Cares for the Ito siblings like their his own. Never mess with them!

@zexal-club @insomniac-jay @punkeropercyjackson @liviavanrouge @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @missputotyra @queen-of-ramshackle

#oc #just like magic #fairy tail #crossover #yugioh 5ds #mha #miraculous ladybug

[goalieprotectionsquad]

✧･ﾟ: * July 2022 Harringrove Starter Pack PART TWO! *:･ﾟ✧

I’m BACK. with starter pack part 2. don’t cream your pants. I still haven’t finished my paper and I definitely haven’t gotten any work tasks done today. 

this list features only one fic per author so we can celebrate even more creators  ♡ ♡ ♡ (thank you @hecatescrossroads for the idea!!)

◢ Billy Hargrove Needs a Nap - lilpeas [74,312; E]

It’s one thing to be a light sleeper in this shitty town that won’t shut up at night, but it’s another thing entirely to fall asleep on Steve Harrington’s shoulder during last period English.

◢ break (like waves) - @witchsickness [93,187; E]

‘We’re good together,’ Harrington says to the darkness above. Not a question. Matter of fact. He turns to Billy, a smile sweet enough to make Billy want to do something reckless. Something stupid. ‘I’m telling you, heartbreaker. We’re gonna be unstoppable.’

Billy wants to ask. If he means tomorrow. If he means just for the game.

Wants to ask if he means forever.

He’s never wanted anyone to mean forever before.

or; falling (in love), the hard way

◢ break up with your girlfriend (’cause i’m bored) - @the-copperkid [15,604; E]

@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys

* Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

◢ Cabbage Patch Kids - @callieb [15,026; NR]

Billy doesn't eat vegetables. He doesn't eat the limp disgusting cabbage they hand out in the school cafeteria, won't touch the merest hint of green in Susan's cooking even when his dad is glaring at him across the table. He won't eat vegetables to keep himself healthy, in spite of all the warnings they give him in health class.

He won't even eat vegetables when Steve Harrington cooks him dinner. Right?

◢ cherry pie - @brawlite and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger [133,828; E]

Billy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better.

Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.

◢ dried up, half full - @lymricks [60,016; E]

Steve’s been coming out here searching for a monster in the woods. He’s finally found one.

“What do you want, Hargrove?”

◢ falling for you in hawkins, indi-fucking-ana (series) - @lazybakerart [294,822+; E]

Billy gets his shit together. Steve figures some stuff out. They fall in love.

◢ i hear the secrets that you keep (when you’re talking in your sleep)  - @oepheliawrites​ [45,095; M]

Billy’s there the way that he’s a lot of places nowadays, sort of absent-mindedly, like he’s not sure how it happened or why and is going somewhere else in his mind anyway.

Steve watches him more than ever now, and Billy rarely watches back.

(or five times billy really needed some sleep, and one time he needed something else entirely)

◢ Incident at Castle Byers - @flippyspoon [3,639; G]

Will learns something about Billy Hargrove and feels a little less alone.

◢ if i fall asleep with my hands held tight - @elysiumwaits [28,796; M]

Billy keeps sneaking in Steve's window as the months go on: a story in ten parts.

◢ lover with a radar phone (series) - @bewires [86,717; E]

Steve is sure Billy won’t be back for more after the first time. Why would he? Steve’s pretty aware, at this point, that beyond his epic babysitting game and his hair, he has fairly little to offer in life. Billy’s gorgeous, and he’s smart, and he’s got better things to do than nail Nancy Wheeler’s dumbass ex-boyfriend.

(Spoilers: Billy absolutely does not.)

◢ Take Me Home Tonight - @heckinahandbasket​ [81,998; E]

The ghost of Billy Hargrove leaned in the open window of Steve’s car with that trademark smirk and, honestly, Steve was kind of impressed by how detailed his own hallucination could be. “Wanna fuc-What the shit? HARRINGTON?” They blinked at one another for about ten seconds before Steve’s brain finally managed to fire off a thought. “You’re real?” Steve couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth, his own stupidity a constant echo in his empty head. Billy’s face reflected his thoughts as he yanked on the door handle until Steve reached over to hit the lock with shock-numb fingers. “Real fucking freezing. Let me in, pencil dick.”

Or: The Pretty Woman AU literally nobody asked for.

◢ Under the Covers - @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger [87,788; M]

Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates.

Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

◢ when the bones are good - @un-buttoned [28,411; E]

‘So,’ Tommy says around a mouthful of fries, ‘what the fuck is the deal with you and Hargrove?’

And that’s really the goddamn question, isn’t it?

He wants to know Billy. Wants to know why he is the way he is. Wants to be able to figure out what the fuck he’s thinking when he looks at Steve like that, when he touches him like it doesn’t mean shit and like it means everything all at once. Wants to know why he talks so much shit, why he needs to fight, where all that fire comes from. Why he’s so volatile, why he’s such an asshole, how he can be so fucking mean and so fucking sweet in the span of seconds, at the same time, even.

◢ you’re cold (and i burn) - @keroujack [55,919; E]

Move on. Let it heal.

Maybe that’s why Steve said yes when Max asked him to help move boxes out of Billy’s room after the dust settled. He could hear her voice. Too many. Too heavy.

Just like his wounds. His grief. Too many. Too heavy.

(Or, Steve steals the glass ashtray from Billy's bedside table and things start to go bump in the night.)

◢ Yourself or Someone Like You (series) - halfempty [792,802; E]

Maxine looked happy as they parted from Steve and walked down Main Street away from the theater. She slid into the passenger seat of Billy’s car. 'That was really fun,' she said. She looked at him like a gremlin and then smiled real cutesy. 'Did you and Steve hold hands in the popcorn?'

'I hope you had a real good time, I’m going to kill you in your sleep tonight,' Billy told her.

#harringrove #keroujack #un-buttoned #toast-ranger-to-a-stranger #heckinahandbasket #bewires #elysiumwaits #flippyspoon #oepheliawrites #lazybaker #brawlite #lymricks #callieb #the-copperkid #witchsickness #hecatescrossroads

[rosefinch07]

Summary of all my gunbug fics as they are currently, jason pov

College au! jason: Jaime is my room mate and best friend turned boyfriend who is reckless as shit and shot the joker in the leg and i love him so much i would do anything for him

Rbbr! jason: i picked up this dumbass from the side of the road and he took off his helmet thing to drink water at my place and i immediately flirted with him and landed myself a fight AND a date within 4 hours of meeting him

Jaime Intern fic!Jason: jaime from otisburg? Yeah we see eachother at this coffee shop and he seems like a neat legal intern who has a tendency to mutter frustratedly about some guy–maybe his ex?– in spanish, why?

#jaime reyes #jason todd #gunbug #jaime reyes x jason todd #jason x jaime #rose finch fic rambles

[super-powerful-queen-reyna]

Annabeth Chase is a Slytherin. Why?

Reason n° 1:

In Percy Jackson and the Greek Gods, the Athena chapter states that "The snake symbolized wisdom from the earth".

And what is Slytherin's animal ? A giant snake that petrifies, just like Medusa.

Reason n°2:

In The Meaning of Dandelion, by @llendrinall , chapter 9, The Riots and The Night Nobody Slept, it is stated that "Wisdom requires you to have the information, cunning is about finding a solution even when you don't have all the information available. Cunning is about what to do with the little information you possess."

Do I even need to quote Annabeth's epic solo death quest? The whole quest is her beating everyone on her path with little to no information and her observation skill.

Reason n°3:

In chapter 19 of The Meaning of Geranium, It's always somebody else's fault (same author, same series), it's said about Slytherins that "Finding alternatives was their defining trait together with ambition."

Annabeth works on different strategies, so alternatives from the first strategy. Her fatal flaw is hubris, basically thinking she can fix everything: the ambition of change, putting her parents together, Luke back on her side and rebuilding Manhattan.

She took a knife for Percy, so reckless to the point of suicidal stupidity, kinda Gryffindor.

She worked hard to get a quest, she was loyal to her mom, still loyal to Chiron, so she has some Hufflepuff traits.

She's the daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she has a lot of knowledge on Greek myths and architecture, Ravenclaw behavior.

But those arguments are not enough to sort her in any of these three houses: she belongs in Slytherin.

So if you're thinking of writing a HP x PJO fic, don't sort her in Gryffindor because of Tartarus, she's way more of a Slytherin.

B-b-but the Golden Trio you say; overthrow the House system instead you dumbass. It's easy, have a demigod studying unions to help Hermione for the SPEW and then realize that the House system is meaningless because 1) you don't win anything at the end of the year except bragging rights and decorations, the latter can be changed by anyone good at Transfiguration and pranks 2) so nothing forces you to win points because you produce those with your conduct 3) the only thing preventing you from it is peer pressure but if no one cares then it's alright 4) house unity solves studying problems. Or something similar. Just don't sort in Gryffindor when you can overthrow the House system.

#percy jackson #pjo #harry potter #hogwarts #the secret language of plants #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #nico di angelo #will solace #grover underwood #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #ron weasley #hermione granger #angry socialist draco Malfoy #hp x pjo

[vodika-vibes]

Stealing the Commander - Part 4

The Liberation of Ylesia. Cody considers his options.

I wrote this on my phone, so it's a bit short. And also, sorry for any spelling mistakes.

This was far, far worse than any of Alpha-17's surprise inspections back on Kamino. Turns out that Bug's attention to detail, and lack of humor when it comes to reckless behavior was on par with the Alpha he low-key considered his buir.

It was awful.

He spared a glance at Fira, who looked completely calm. Though there was a slight twitch in her fingers that made him think that, maybe, she was just as unsettled by Bug's judgemental silence as he was.

Was this how his vod'e felt when they were trying to sell a plan to him? If so he owed them an apology.

Well. Maybe not. His vod'e were dumbasses sometimes and they needed to know it.

Finally Bug looked up from the datapad, his expression severe, and he pinned Cody with a glare that had his back straightening. "You were supposed to be the reasonable one." Bug accused.

"I'm not sure why you would think that," Cody said, "Sir." He added belatedly.

"You're a soldier! A Commander at that!"

"And I, with the assistance of Fira, came up with a strategically sound plan that would see the slaves of Ylesia freed and receiving aid." Cody pointed out, "And Alderaan agreed to bear the weight of responsibility."

"That's not...you're not..." Bug stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fine. I don't see anything wrong with the plan you came up with. Or either of the back-up plans you also wrote up."

Fira flashed a small grin, "Told you it was a good idea."

Cody grinned back at her, though, when Bug cleared his throat, they both focused their attention on him. "I will sign off on this plan. But-" he held up a single finger, "The only people going are you two and Gray. I will not leave the ship, and neither will Juffo."

"The plan did account for that," Cody pointed out cheerfully. Amusement filling him at the look Bug shot him. He hadn't been able to be the little shit he was because of the war. But Fira wasn't interested in the Marshal Commander. She was much more interested in the man.

He appreciated that.

Especially since so many people didn't even view him as a person.

"Fucking idiots, the both of you." Bug groused, and then he jabbed a finger at Fira, "Get your boy some appropriate armor."

"Since when was I 'your boy'?"

"Since right now, I guess." Fira grinned at him, "I'm guessing you're not gonna let me paint your white armor black?"

"Absolutely not."

"His armor screams Republic Trooper, resize mine." Bug interrupted, and then he shoved the datapad into Cody's arms, "And get out of my office."

The pair left Bug's office, and Fira led him down the hall to the armory.

Unlike every other spot on the ship, the armory was well lit, and clean. Well, aside from some stains on the floor. Honestly, he was beginning to wonder if the ship had ever been cleaned.

He supposed his judgement wasn't all that fair. After all, he had seen the chore list posted on the fridge, and had even been added to it, though he was mostly just assigned to helping Camma with her chores.

He flickered his gaze around the room. Weapons of all makes and sizes were carefully, and neatly, attached to the walls, and against the back wall were several armor stands.

There was even a set of tiny black and orange armor for Camma. Cute.

Though. He was curious.

"Why orange?"

"Hm?" Fira glanced over her shoulder, looking away from the foot locker she had half buried herself in, "What was that?"

"The detailing on the armor. Why orange?"

"Oh," Fira dug around the foot locker a moment longer, and then pulled out a chest plate, "It represents freedom in Mandalorian culture. But you knew that. I mean, your armor has orange detailing on it too."

"It's gold," Cody replied dryly, "and you're not Mandalorian."

Fira paused and turned to look at him, bewildered, "It's clearly orange. And no, I'm not. But someone who once saved my life was, and this is how I chose to honor her."

"Orange means freedom, which is not something the republic wants us to have. Gold means vengeance, which is somehow fine."

Fira let out a laugh, and pulled a second foot locker over to herself, "You could have started with 'we're conning the pubbies', you know."

"We're not conning them!" Cody paused at her disbelieving look, "okay, maybe we're conning them a little."

"You're my sort of people, Commander."

Cody twitched, "yeah, yeah. Don't call me that."

Fira grinned at him, and tossed the rest of the black armor at him, "Here. They should fit well enough. You and Bug have the same body type."

"And what body type is that?"

"Built like a brick wall." Fira replied easily, "We'll have to use one of Gray's spare helmets, though."

Cody started tugging the armor on, and wasn't the least bit surprised when he realized that it fit just like Fira thought it would. He'd come to accept that Fira was far more competent than she acted.

And he kind of hated how attractive it made her.

Fucking competency kink.

His brothers could never find out. Period.

"Hm...it looks like it fits well." Fira was suddenly in his personal space and Cody worked hard to not twitch. She tugged on the chest piece, to make sure it didn't give, and Cody felt a surge of amusement.

"Does it meet your approval, mother?"

Fira flushed, "Shut it. I'm the one who has to pay the price if you get hurt."

Cody grinned even wider, "Do you check everyone's armor, or am I special?"

Fira flushed even more, and shoved a full face helmet into his arms, "put on the fucking helmet and grab some weapons, you absolute prick."

The door to the armory slid open, and Gray stepped into the room. He glanced at Fira, who had moved to her armor stand to start strapping on her own armor, and then he glanced over at Cody. "Did she check your armor?" He asked, his a deep voice carrying over to Fira who jammed her helmet on her head, though not before Cody caught a glimpse of her red face.

"She did." Cody confirmed.

Gray nodded, he towered over Cody, which was an interesting experience, "She does that to every new person. It's how she shows she cares. Camma's the only one who regularly needs it, at this point."

Cody grinned and pulled his new helmet on, "I think it embarrassed her."

"Absolutely. But emotions are hard for her." Gray smiled at Cody and pulled his own helmet on, "Your plan was well thought out. And good job on convincing Fira to accept the help of Alderaan."

"She didn't need much convincing." Cody admitted.

"She never does. Not when it comes to the well being of people like us." Gray confirmed. And then he turned to Fira, who just finished strapping on the last of her armor and weapons, "We're all set, boss."

"Right. Let's make this quick then."

********

Many people weren't aware of this, but Queen Breha Organa did not inherit the throne from a parent. No. She won it in battle.

She was a warrior queen, and though she much preferred peace, she was not afraid to get her hands dirty, if she had to.

So when her military advisor received word about a massive slave operation on Ylesia, Breha was already inclined to send aid to the people suffering there. And, as they got more and more information about the operation on Ylesia, Breha's thoughts changed direction.

She could not, would not, stand aside and do nothing while thousands of innocent people were enslaved while looking for a religious retreat.

So here she was, on the flagship of the Alderaanian fleet, dressed in her finest armor weave dress, reaching out to the small junker ship who messaged them originally.

The video feed snapped open, and Breha smiled, peacefully, at the pair on the screen. One, clad in black armor with orange and white detailing, was clearly in command, though her companion, much taller wearing black and orange, seemed to be the one feeding her information.

The man leaned closer to his commander officer and murmured something, Breha didn't hear what he said, but his accent was clear. She hid her surprise under a pleasant smile. She hadn't known that any of the clones were running around with known pirates.

"Your majesty," the young woman seemed very uncomfortable with the situation, "we weren't expecting you, or your fleet, for...well...until we finished."

Queen Breha smiled, "It is not in our nature to allow others to do all of the dangerous work. So, we are here to help."

The young woman tilted her head towards the man Breha suspected was a clone.

"Our plan only accounts for three people on Ylesia." He said. And, yes, he was definitely a clone. Breha vaguely remembered something about a Marshal Commander getting kidnapped by pirates but...

Well, he seemed content enough to listen to the Firebrand.

"Is there no way that your plan can be enhanced with several elite soldiers?" The Queen asked instead.

He paused, "Of course there is."

"We're already on route to Ylesia," Firebrand pointed out.

"Then my men will join you on Ylesia and you can work out a plan there." Breha nodded once. She would have to remain on the ship, she promised Bail that she would, but she would be watching closely.

******

With the aid of Alderaanian elite soldiers, the fight went startlingly quickly. Fira hated it. She was grateful, but she still hated it.

So, when the fighting was over, and the Hutt and the T'Landa Til were dead, and the slaves were getting the medical attention they so desperately needed, Fira was leaning against a building, with Gray and Cody standing next to her.

She tilted her head towards Cody, "You could go with them, if you wanted." She said lowly, grudgingly. She wouldn't hold him against his will, but she didn't want him to become a slave again.

Cody glanced at her, and then at the fleet at Alderaanian ships, "I could." He agreed.

"We would ship your stuff to Alderaan," Gray said quietly, "you could rejoin your brothers." As a slave, remained unsaid, but it was heard all the same.

Cody hummed an acknowledgement, but didn't say anything.

None of them said anything as Queen Breha walked over to them, a smile on her face, "Firebrand," She greeted Fira politely, "and two of your sparks, I presume?"

"They are," Fira agreed.

The woman nodded once, "Thank you for letting my people help with this." She said quietly, "None of us are fond of slavery, and this was particularly bad."

"All slavery is particularly bad." Gray said grimly. "The only difference is that the people here didn't know they were slaves."

Breha nodded slowly, "You're right, of course. But we can only do so much before the Senate slaps us with sanctions."

"No surprise there." Fira scoffed, "You can't be surprised by corruption in the senate."

"I'm not. Tragically there's only so much I can do without ordering Alderaan out of the Republic." Breha admitted.

"Would you?" Cody asked, "Leave the Republic?"

Breha's lips pressed into a thin line, "Palpatine has been Chancillor for eleven years. The maximum amount of time a person is allowed to be Chancillor is 8 years. He keeps giving himself more and more power."

"So why remain?" Gray asked.

"Becauae Dooku is a monster, and I don't trust him."

"You don't have any options outside of remain in the Republic and join Dooku?" Fira asked.

Breha paused and considered Fira for a long moment, and then a small smile crossed her lips, "Thank you, again, for allowing us to assist you. Please, if you ever need help against the various slave groups, don't hesitate to call." She gave a shallow bow, and turned away.

As soon as they were alone again, Fira glanced at Cody, "Last chance, love."

Cody was silent for a moment, and then he turned his back on the Alderaanian detachment, "If I don't return with you, Bug will hunt me down and drag me back. So it's better that I remain. For the time being."

Fira grinned at Cody, and Gray slapped him on the shoulder, "Good man," Gray said quietly.

"We're growing on you!"

"Like a fungus." Cody replied, before he turned towards the shuttle, "come on, we should go before the Republic really gets here."

A short walk to the shuttle, and a slightly longer flight to the Liberty, and then they were home free, disappearing into Hyperspace amongst the confusion of the Alderaanian vessels still swarming around Ylesia.

They returned their gear to the armory, and Fira grinned when she saw a new stand had been set up for Cody, though he looked surprised. And then they slipped through the ship, to the sitting quarters, where Bug, Juffo, and Camma were waiting.

"You're back!" Camma shouted in delight, "I made Safety Cookies!" They were decently sized triangle shaped sugar cookies, designed with orange frosting decorations, "Everyone gets one!"

"And I have tea," Bug added, "so yoi three can wind down safely."

Fira took a cookie and a cup of tea, and all but collapsed onto a stool. "I thought we were fucked when the fleet showed up." She admitted.

"You kept your cool, though. I had no idea you were freaked out." Cody pointed out as he hesitantly accepted a cookie from the adamant Camma.

"That's because Fira's the best!" Camma said with a delighted grin, darting around the table to bump Fira's side with her head.

"So it would seem," Cody agreed easily.

Camma let out a delighted noise, and scrambled up onto a stool, to regale her family of what she did while they were off playing heroes.

And the Liberty continued on its path through Hyperspace, heading towards their next destination.

*******

Two weeks later, Senator Bail Organa stood before the Senate, a grim look on his handsome face. His announcement was going to cause chaos in the senate, but...he couldn't bring himself to care.

"The Floor recognizes the Senator from Alderaan,"

Bail directed his platform away from the wall, "Chancillor. Honorable Senators," he began, his voice calm, "I am here to announce that Alderaan, effective immediately, is leaving the Republic."

Absolute silence followed his declaration.

"It is not our intent to join the Separatists, you need not worry about that, and we will defend our territory to the best of our ability. Thank you for your time." He bowed, returned his platform to its starting position, and left the room.

He had a flight to catch. And a missive to write to the Jedi Council.

#star wars #tcw #stealing the commander #pirate oc #fira valencia #commander cody

[quotablefanfiction]

Maybe from some angles it was actually good to see Steve so healthy. As long as Bucky didn’t think too hard about how he got that way, the reckless, thoughtless, crazy, no-longer-little dumbass.

Bucky has mixed feelings about Steve’s transformation (chp. 1)

Truth, Justice, and the Cheating Cheater Way by owlet (AO3) Captain America – Teen – Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers #Mid-Captain America #WWII #Cursing #Sassy Bucky #Sassy Steve #Sassiness all around #Steve Rogers is a cheating cheater who cheats #Howling Commandos ask for trouble and get it

Don’t play cards with Captain America. Just don’t. Especially if you’ve pissed him off recently.

Part 4 of the Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series (AO3)

#fanfiction #quote #Captain America #Bucky Barnes #Truth Justice and the Cheating Cheater Way #owlet

[byanyan]

Rate your muse's traits 0-10! Repost and rate your muse's traits, then tag your followers.

Compassion: 3/10. all of their compassion goes to the select few people they care about (and occasionally to those they relate to). everyone else can get fucked, sorry not sorry.

Bitterness: 9/10. the world has been cruel to them their entire life, and you bet they're angry about it.

Happiness: 3/10. higher than it used to be, and things are only looking up, but it's a slow and difficult process.

Politeness: 0/10. manners are for nerds.

Chivalry: 1/10. " what, you don't know how to open a door for yourself? 🙄 "

Pride: 8/10. fiercely independent to a fault. they never had help and now they refuse to accept it. offering them food when they have none is an act of pity and you can go fuck yourself.

Honesty: 3/10. will be bluntly honest with you but will also tell near constant lies. will casually drop insane facts about their childhood one moment and hide the truly traumatic things from you the next. they're weird when it comes to honesty but are mostly a deceptive, untrustworthy little shit.

Bravery: 10/10. they are beyond bravery and have moved straight into chaotic stupid dumbass shit with no regard for their own wellbeing.

Recklessness: 10/10. self preservation who?

Ambition: 2/10. fully believes they'll amount to nothing that anyone considers "worthwhile" and has 0 interest in trying. will work ridiculously hard to be better at something than someone else, however.

Loyalty: 4/10. happily betrays others for their own gain (and/or entertainment), but will follow you to the ends of the earth if they care about you.

Love: 6/10. love is not something they hand out to just anyone, but if you've fought for it, if you've truly earned it, they will do anything for you.

Sense of family: 1/10. never heard of her.

Attractiveness: 9/10. loses a point for their personality, but physically? they know what they've got and they flaunt it. this gets worse into adulthood.

Agility: 9/10. can beat you in a race, scale a building, and leap across rooftops while performing reckless acrobatics, and they'll do it in platform boots. ...they have nearly broken an ankle doing this more times than they're willing to admit, however.

Sex drive: not going there, thanks.

tagged by:ㅤ@fcllederage tysm!! ♡

#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ dash meme. #byan exists only in extremes #there's not much middle of the road in any of their traits #anyway please steal this and tag me!!!

[hangeslefteye]

hellohello!! i'm here to terrorize you for the anon matchup >:D (if it's not a bother ofc) 1. idm any gender!! more male leaning though me thinks 2. i'm definitely more introverted; it takes me a very long time to get attached to someone and, even with my favorite people, i'm prone to taking breaks from socializing with them. 3. my mbti is intp-t 4. i absolutely love to read!! currently going through a bit of a manga phase but i love most genres. from my passion for reading, i also love to write. though i don't do it often, i truly love doing it and have tons of little worlds and silly little characters that plague my mind constantly. i love to draw as well and honestly do this much more often than the other ones. i also love shopping and do it whenever i can!! 5. my love language is quality time!! someone willing to listen to me ramble n put up with my dumbass is all i want tbh 6. for green flags, i am generally very organized and responsible. i am very quiet normally, which also means i love to listen to others. for red flags, however, i definitely struggle with showing affection and speaking up for myself. often times, my own shyness has gotten in the way of things. i also have a huge fear of being selfish and tend to put myself last (personally i don't think this is an issue but multiple people have been concerned over me doing this so i added it) 7. a deal breaker for me is definitely someone who doesn't feel comfortable with affection or my insecurities. though this is likely hypocritical of me, i think i'd balance best with someone more on the affectionate side. i also think someone who can make me laugh would be the best, most of my closest friends have become my closest friends by being the silliest mfs on the planet. despite wanting someone who's funny, i definitely would want them to be able to be serious.

i hope this isn't too much!! please ignore if it's too much of a burden or anything

Ok, Hange is my ultimate waifu and husbando (you decide) at the same time but they would be better off with you :')

Ok,considering you love to reading/writing and you are talkative tho not very social,Hange would be your best match!! They'd adore spending good time with you because they are very energetic themselves :D You guys can chat like birds 7/24 or she can take you out for more interesting things.

However they'd understand that you might need taking breaks,Hange is a very goofy person so they wouldn't suffocate you by acting like love is a responsibility and I feel like you'd appreciate this.(İNTP)

And of course you being more grounded and responsible is great because they can get REALLY reckless,they need someone to tone it down a little.

Hange isn't someone overly affectionate but absolutely empathic and caring in their own ways.They'd be very creative at showing it.I feel like you can feel more comfy that way.

Shyness? İnsecurities? No worries everything would be so ''cringeworthy'' with them, you'd get numb to it after a while xD She's the type to set you free from these.

Overall 10/10 chemistry,they can be your everything at once <3

#ece matches #hange zöe #hange aot #hanji zoe #hanji x reader #hange x reader

[jpriest85-blog]

I've come up with another Scarlet Hollow MC, the infamous Florida Man ™️ cousin Jackson Scarlet. He started out as a joke playthrough, but then I got emotionally attached to the weirdo. I mean, the dude offers everyone that bag of boiled peanuts in greeting, and ironically enough, it is one of the few Scarlets to ever go to prison for a crime he was innocent of. I've included some concept art of Jackson, his roommate Truck the cat.

Name: Jackson Darwin Scarlet 

Gender: male 

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: 25

Height: 5ft10"/177.8cms

Eye color: gray

Hair: Dark brown, straight, and cut short and messy

Face claim: Tom Hardy 

Home city: Tampa

Notable features: the characteristic Scarlet ™️ cheekbones and deep set eyes. As well as a scar on his right eyebrow, stubble, a slightly crooked nose due to a break that didn't set right, and a few faded stab wounds on his lower abdomen beneath his belly button. Jackson also has several tattoos; a Raven on the right side of his chest, a prison tattoo of barbed wire and pocket watch with no hands on his right bicep, and a Madonna and child tattoo on his left bicep. Almost always seen wearing denim pants or shorts, a white tank top, and tacky tropical shirts in eye searing colors, no matter the weather.

Traits:

Gator wrestler Talks to animals/Powerful

Eloquent Ex-con Powerful/Book smart

Dr. Doolittle Talks to animals/ Book smart

The Birdman of Hardee Correctional Talks to Animals/Street smart

Occupation: student trying to get a degree in Biology

Living situation: shares an apartment with an asshole roommate, Truck the cat.

Romance: has a serious crush on Kaneeka.

Personality: The infamous Florida man™️ cousin. Jackson can be impulsive and reckless to the point most of Peralanne's rumors about him aren't that far from the truth like dragging an alligator out of a neighbor's pool, or getting banned from a local pet store for trying to free the animal when he was a kid, ect. Though he knows it wasn't easy for Vivian to raise him, especially with some of the crazy stuff he put her through, Jackson adored his mother dearly to the point he had a reputation for being a giant Mama's Boy. He was also raised to be a gentleman so Jackson is always very respectful of women and always addresses ladies he meets as ma'am and tips his hat, even if the lady in question is an elderly pug dog.

While he does come across as a reckless dumbass Jackson is actually pretty smart. Since he can talk to animals he developed a fascination with Biology from an early age and takes a huge interest in protecting endangered species. He's also surprisingly well read and is fond of the writings of very diverse authors from William Shakespeare to Toni Morrison. 

Sadly, Jackson had a very difficult time making friends with other children his age. Animals he's fine with, but other kids don't really want to play with the boy who claims he can understand what the class hamster is saying. So when he finally did make friends, he was desperate to keep them, even if they were bad influences. Sadly, Jackson's blind loyalty got him into trouble when he took the blame for his best friend on drug charges. Since the Scarlet family name doesn't have much pull in Florida, Jackson wound up spending 4 years in prison for a crime he didn't commit. Thankfully, he did eventually get his name cleared and was on his way to getting his life together, going back to school, attending AA. Things were looking up…until Vivian was diagnosed with cancer. 

Miscellaneous info & Headcanons

Jackson's father was a miner named Teague O'Byrne who came looking for work after fleeing Northern Ireland during The Troubles. Vivian never shared much about Jackson's father other than he loved to share stories with her about all the folklore they both grew up with.

In addition to the Talipo story, Vivian sometimes shared Irish folktales with Jackson she heard from his father. Jackson's favorite was the story about Selkies.

Jackson's middle name, Darwin, is a reference to the famous naturalist and his interests in biology. Also, for the infamous Darwin awards where people wind up dying in very stupid ways, which so far, Jackson has only gotten honorable mentions.

In addition to being able to speak with animals, Jackson is fluent in Spanish.

As a child, he always wanted to be a pirate or sailor so he could marry a mermaid and live out in the ocean with their part fish kids.

Jackson likely has undiagnosed ADD/ADHD, but considering his trouble finding health insurance, it's going to be a while until he can get it treated.

Due to his excessive energy, Vivian tried to get Jackson involved in sports to help him focus. He did pretty well on the high school wrestling team and was eligible for some college scholarships…until his best friend got into trouble with drug possession, and Jackson took the wrap for him.

Due to being able to communicate with animals and how much the Talipo story frightened him as a child, Jackson decided early on he'd become a vegetarian.

Jackson attended Braulio Alonso High School, which had a Raven mascot. He still owns the Navy and gold varsity jacket.

Despite all the unscrupulous and illegal things the Scarlet family has done over the years, Jackson is the only family member to have on record gone to prison, and ironically, it was for a crime he was innocent of.

Growing up, one of Jackson's few friends was a kid named Benny Johnson, who moved to Tampa from Miami in the 3rd grade after his parents divorced. Jackson bonded with him over the fact they're both being raised by single moms, but that's where the similarities end. Benny's mother was a bitter ex-trophy wife that never seemed happy with anything even though she made good money off the alimony from her plastic surgeon ex, and often spoiled her son while being condescending to the people around her.

During his trial, Jackson's best friend, Benny, did testify, but instead of returning the favor for Jackson taking the blame for the drug possession charges, he threw him under the bus.

While Jackson harbor some resentment for Benny betraying him, he didn't try to hurt him or plot to destroy his life. Instead, Jackson convinced a family of skunks to move into his ex-friend's house and taught them how to safely hide and escape from an eventual visit from pest control.

Due to spending 4 years in prison, Jackson missed out on a lot of pop culture references and jokes. Like when Kaneeka's brother Miles compared him to a character from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure because he's into marine biology and spent time in prison, and the reference went completely over his head.

Jackson's favorite TV shows are pro-wrestling programs, The Golden Girls and Magnum PI. He also starts getting into Murder She Wrote when he befriends Stella and Gretchen.

Truck the cat is a main coon cat with a gray striped coat pattern, which is why Jackson's old room gave the cat the name Truck because he's so fucking huge.

I headcanon Truck's first owner was a chef and Jackson's ex-boyfriend. Part of the reason Truck is such a brat to Jackson is because he doesn't spoil him with treats like his "real dad" used to, since Jackson is a vegetarian and worries about Truck's health.

I headcanon Truck the cat was a rescue part of the reason Jackson keeps him after his roommate/ex-boyfriend moves out is he can relate to how hard it is to build a life after being locked up for so long.

Truck the cat has an ongoing rivalry with an alligator that likes to sneak into the neighbor's pool that Jackson affectionately addresses as, Big Edie.

Jackson often used to get into arguments with Truck when the cat would steal his food. They usually devolved into yelling at each other in Cuban Spanish.

In addition to arguments about stealing food and bathroom etiquette, Jackson doesn't like that Truck tends to monopolize the TV. The cat will scream at Jackson for hours if he doesn't get to watch his telenovelas.

Before leaving for Scarlet Hollow Jackson left Truck in the care of an elderly neighbor who he affectionately calls Abi (granny) Marisol.

Jackson often jokes that his cousin Tabitha is like his grumpy parole officer.

In a strange way, Jackson's dynamic with Tabitha mirrors his relationship with Truck the cat but reversed. Jackson would often get into arguments with Truck just for trying to keep the cat alive; like keeping Truck from eating foods that'll make him sick, or trying to stop him from trying to constantly fight Big Edie, the alligator that keeps sneaking into the neighbor's pool. Likewise Tabitha and Jackson often argue about Jackson constantly winding up in dangerous situations, and it's only a matter of time before he comes to the hilarious realization he's basically become the jackass cat to his cousin.

#scarlet hollow #Jackson Scarlet #the Florida man cousin #the man is just a walking disaster #bad haircut and tacky tropical shirts #he would love Avery's fashion tho #the fact that Jackson falls for Kaneeka is hilarious #because he knows she's way out of his league #but she so smart and pretty and she wants to be a vet #likewise Kaneeka is probably screaming internally at the irony #that for all the shady shit the Scarlet family did over the years the ex-con cousin is actually innocent of the crimes he was convicted of #poor Tabitha and Wayne tho having too keep Jackson safe #Jackson is probably a greater threat to himself than any supernatural danger #supernatural rural horror vs. the Florida man #who will win?

[hoseok0406]

the tale of the body thief is the true vibe test for the chronicle

...because for book 1 (the interview with the vampire) you can say Louis was biased and bitter so he portrayed Lestat in an accordingly way; 

book 2 (the vampire lestat) is more about Lestat’s history and you see how he suffered so you gotta sympathize;

book 3 (the queen of the damned) has multiple povs and Lestat only showed up for a few, usually drugged by Akasha and feeling silly 

...and then BOOM, book 4, the tale of the body thief. set in “present” time, with Lestat as the main pov. throughout the book, he wept (all the time). he raped (once). he obsessed over david (24/7) and he made stupid decisions (one after another). And suddenly you realize, wow, this is truly who he is. so obnoxious. so toxic. so unapologetic. so reckless. so dumbass. so...EVERYTHING. 

This book is truly a relationship test for me and Lestat. I felt like he was putting me through it so I would either endure and go on to enjoy his character and the chronicle with no problem or I would give up and abandon the series. I really thought about the latter MULTIPLE TIMES. I was hanging by a thin thread and I braved myself, journeyed through and reached the last page with my last breath. Damn how I found this book difficult to enjoy. 

I’ve began Memnoch the Devil now and I feel ok. But TTOTBT was really a mixed-feeling reading experience and I don’t know if I wanna ever re-read the book again. 

#lestat #vampire chronicles #the tale of the body thief