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rougepancake · 5 months ago

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Here is my revised request lol

Where it's a one-sided love/crush with yushiro, mitsuri, Obana, and Lady Tamayo, how the reader wishes them all the best but also just wants them. If there is even a sliver of chance for them to return their one-side love. If you feel like it, maybe they might have someone who is helping them move on from the one side love?

Get ready for this to hurt.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one.

FT. Yushiro, Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, and Lady Tamayo. Gender Neutral reader.

WARNINGS: Angsty as hell. I drew the title from the song Youth by Daughter. Some reciprocation in Obanai’s. I also hope I did Yushiro justice. I’ve never written for him before. Um pretty emotional overall. Don’t forget to put on your sad music while reading this. These are going to be pretty long. Some were very obviously cut short due to how long they were getting, for that, I apologize. Please bear with me 😭

YUSHIRO

Each day you awoke longing for a purpose, and every time the day failed you. It wasn’t until you caught wind of the Demon Slayer Corps that things finally started to look up. It seemed perfect. You’d undergo training and then participate in a simple survival event. Of course, it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. The training you underwent was harsh, and the final selection was even worse. Each time the sun set you feared for your life until you remembered that this was the challenge that you had been waiting for. You claimed it to be your calling, despite not being very good at it.

When it was all said and done, you picked the metal for your weapon and went about your business. There had only been one other person to make it out of the selection alive. You remember being surprised. How could so many people have trained so hard only to lose their lives? One would have thought that they would have been properly prepared before entering the challenge. Though, you were hardly prepared yourself. It was nothing but sheer luck that kept you alive, and you were more than grateful.

It wasn’t long before your crow had begun to send you all over to complete missions. Each demon you encountered seemed to be much stronger than the last, a thought that frightened you. With each one you killed, you felt yourself growing more powerful. Your breathing techniques were perfect, it was just your lack of physical strength that caused you to struggle. But you weren’t too worried about it. If you had been able to take down the ones before, then there was nothing stopping you from taking down the one now, right?

Right?

That’s what you thought when you chased the lower rank six of the Twelve Kizuki into a corner. You were sure that it had nowhere else to go, which would ensure that you’d be able to kill it and move on to the next place. You were sure that if your stance was just right, then you’d be able to land the perfect blow and come out victorious. But you were wrong.

The demon wasted no time freeing itself of your presence before appearing behind you suddenly. Your heart had dropped, leaving you with nothing to do but hope that a fellow demon slayer would sense your distress and come to your aid. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

The foul beast beat you within an inch of your life, leaving you to drown in your own blood. You cried as you lay there, unable to move. Your life had been short, but you were willing to accept it as it was and move on to the next one. Everything faded to black slowly, and you heard the sound of oxides speaking over you as you lost consciousness. You recalled smiling at the sound. They sounded like angels.

Approximately three days later, you awoke. You didn’t recognize the room you were in, which put you in edge. Bandages covered numerous wounds scattered across your body, an observation that led to you noticing your uniform top was missing. Thankfully you still had the bottoms on, or else you would’ve felt incredibly uncomfortable. You groaned in pain as you sat up. Your head was spinning.

“We thought you wouldn’t make it.” A gentle, feminine voice spoke. You turned to look at the speaker, your eyes landing on the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her skin was pale and glossy, her eyes an alluring shade of purple. She was elegant. She was an angel. Behind her stood a slightly shorter man. While he too was beautiful, you noticed that he looked far from pleased at your survival. The woman saw you avert your gaze and followed it, giving the man a stern look before turning back to you. “You may call me Tamayo,” she paused, “and he is Yushiro. Would you mind telling us about yourself, demon slayer?”

“How do you know I’m a…” you trailed off and sighed. Of course. They must be demon slayers themselves if they recognized your uniform. “I don’t really have anything notable to say about myself. I joined the Demon Slayer Corps in hopes of being able to do something with my life. Before that it’s all mundane,” you frowned and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You winced as your feet hit the floor. If only you had died. You would’ve spared these people the trouble of looking after you. You met Tamayo’s gaze. “Are you affiliated with the Corps?”

She hesitated, stuttering slightly before simply smiling at you. “Why don’t you join us out here for some tea,” she suggested. Her response confused you, but you nodded nonetheless. She and Yushiro left, giving you some time to explore the room you were in. Your uniform top was folded neatly atop a nearby chair. You reached out and grabbed it. The thing must’ve been torn to shreds by that demon, seeing as there were many different colored patches decorating it. You sighed and slipped it on over your head.

Your body ached with each move you made, yet you persisted. Slowly, you made it out of the room and into the hallway. You followed the sounds of voices to an open room that appeared to be the main room. Tamayo had her hands folded neatly in her lap as she spoke to Yushiro, who had his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees. He gave you a disgusted look before continuing his chat with Tamayo.

Hesitantly, you sat down with them, resting your legs neatly to the side. Tamayo turned to look at you before taking a deep breath. “You asked us if we were affiliated with the Corps in any way. To tell you the truth, we are. We know of them and they know of us.” Yushiro scoffed. “But we ourselves are not demon slayers. We are demons that exist freely of Muzan Kibutsuji’s control.” Your eyes widened. You had no clue that such a thing was possible. “We mean you no harm, truly. Our goals align with those of the Demon Slayer Corps.”

She gave you a second to process the information. You had so many questions, but you feared being rude. Sensing this, she gestured for you to go on. “How did you break free of his curse?” You were immediately answered by an annoyed sigh from Yushiro.

“Such a foolish question! Do not ask Lady Tamayo such things!” He glared at you.

“Yushiro. It is only right for them to ask questions. Don’t shun them,” she paused, mulling over her next words. “I spent many years trying to free myself of Muzan’s control. But it wasn’t until I was spared by a very kind man that I was freed. Since then, I have dedicated my life to the study of both demon and human biology,” she hung her head slightly, averting her gaze. You could tell by her tone that she was thankful to have been spared. It nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“What about Yushiro? Was he not a servant of Muzan too?” You asked slowly, tilting your head. Yushiro crossed his arms and looked away, biting his tongue to avoid making Tamayo upset.

“Ah… Yushiro. He had a chronic illness that kept him bedridden for years. His condition would worsen each day I was taking care of him. He was practically dying before my eyes. I gave him the choice to go on living that way, or to be cured and live longer as a demon. There weren’t any promises I could make him about the treatment’s effectiveness, but I couldn’t bear to watch him suffer.” You listened in awe. She was so sweet, and you thought that it was the most amazing thing.

“So you…” were a human. You looked at Yushiro. These two beings before you had rejected their existences as demons and chose to aid humans instead. It really was quite wonderful. “You two… are amazing.” Tamayo’s eyes widened at your words. She seems taken aback by your honesty. Yushiro seemed equally as stunned, his eyes briefly looking over at you. After all, it was rare that they weren’t treated like the monsters that they were.

“Why… thank you.” Tamayo smiled softly, a light hearted expression gracing her features.

Over time you began to heal. The everlasting soreness in your body had finally begun to fade, which allowed you to help out around the house. Tamayo had gone out and bought you a casual yukata so you wouldn’t constantly be in your uniform. You wore it whenever it was clean to show her how much you appreciated it. Oh she was so sweet to you. Yushiro too. Since the time you had first joined them, he had really warmed up to your being there.

The two of you would often go out together and pick herbs for Tamayo. He knew all of the right places to look, and how to tell if what he was looking for was ripe or not. You admired his knowledge on the topic, often remarking on his experience when you were out. Every now and then he’d show you what you should look for, but you were mainly just there to provide some form of protection if the need arose. Not that you didn’t think he was capable of protecting himself— it’s just that Tamayo stated that it would be better if you went out and kept watch for him.

This time was just like the last, but only in the sense that you were on the lookout for other demons while he was working. It seemed that recently your feelings toward him had changed. He had grown close enough to you to tell you about his feelings for Tamayo, and you had grown close enough to him to realize that you had fallen for him. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It just made things a little awkward for you.

“Here. Hold this,” he huffed as he shoved an armful of the plants into your arms. “Lady Tamayo said that she needed a lot this time,” he mumbled to himself. You nodded with a sigh. He admired her so much, and she only saw him as a friend. It was comical when you didn’t think about the pain that it caused him. In many ways, you and him were similar. But you knew he didn’t want to compare himself to a mortal being such as yourself.

“What else did she say she needed?” You asked, peering over the heap of herbs in your arms to look at him. He had frozen in place, his eyes narrowed. “What is it?” You whispered, now on edge. Instinctively, you reached out for your sword, dropping the herbs in the process.

In the blink of an eye, Yushiro pushed you to the side and blocked an attack from the demon that he had assumed was following you through the forest. He groaned as he fought it off, wincing at the relentless assault. You quickly rose to your feet, katana in hand, and leaped at the monster. You managed to cut its head off with one swift movement.

“Are you alright?” He asked, quickly turning to look at you. His hands grasped your cheeks, moving your face around to see if you were hurt in any way. The action caused your face to flush. Yushiro noticed that your face had gotten slightly warmer, taking his hands away and giving you a confused look before turning and picking up the herbs.

“Can I… tell you something?” You asked slowly, attempting to aid him. He moved away from you and muttered a sharp ‘no’.

The walk home was spent in awkward silence. Maybe he’d realized how you felt about him. Maybe not. You weren’t sure, and it bothered you horribly. He kept his distance from you, his head turned so he wouldn’t have an opportunity to glance at you. It broke your heart. In such a short amount of time, he had begun to mean everything to you, and yet, you were nothing. He’d push you to the side and focus on Tamayo, you were sure.

And you were right. In the days following that little incident, he avoided you. He went out by himself everywhere and hardly spoke to you when he passed by. It pained you more than you had thought, seeing as Tamayo could sense your hurt. She sighed as she stood outside of your room. Emotions to her were like a wavelength that she could visualize. What you were feeling was strong enough to suffocate her. It only made her worry about you.

“Can I come in?” She asked slowly, knocking gently on the door. You mumbled a response and she walked in. “Is everything between you and Yushiro alright?” She sat down next to you on your bed, her concerned eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. We just ran into a demon the other day, so it’s got him shaken,” you frowned, turning your head away from her. You could feel your lip quiver. Just thinking about it made your heart ache. After a few more seconds of sitting there, you sighed. There was a possibility that she could help you through your emotions. You turned back to face her, your tone slightly wistful. “I think I love him, Tamayo. There’s no realistic way for me to tell him or even be with him because he’s not human, but I feel so strongly for him in a way that I’ve never felt about anyone before…” you hung your head.

“I see…” she trailed off. There wasn’t really any form of advice she could offer you and she felt bad. “Don’t fault him for not knowing his emotions well enough to properly respond. He may not fully come around, but he will want to start being around you again,” she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Just give it time.” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought.

Just give it time.

But you didn’t have the time he did. You were doomed to die much sooner than he could ever dream of.

Tamayo left you alone with your thoughts. Of course you wanted to listen to her, but you knew it would be best if you didn’t. There was no sense in waiting when he had his heart set on Tamayo. And that hurt you more than anything. You laid back onto your bed, frowning.

Just give it time.

MITSURI

For years you had been a hashira alongside Mitsuri. Rengoku had trained you both when you joined the corps, but even then you had known her prior to serving in the corps. The whole reason you became a demon slayer was because she wanted to. She just didn’t want to go through it alone, which was fair. While Rengoku had taught you his breathing technique, neither you nor Mitsuri had resonated strongly with it. You made the choice to invent your own technique called ‘ice breathing,’ and she followed suit. Together, you made your way up the ranks and became hashiras.

It seemed that you did everything together.

If she were assigned a mission, she’d drag you along with her. If she wanted to go out to town, then she’d ask you if you wanted to go. Even your estates were in the same village. You really just couldn’t escape her.

It didn’t bother you much though. She was your friend, after all.

But you couldn’t help but want more. You had wanted more with her for such a long time you felt you were beginning to lose your mind.

There had been many times where you had gotten her alone to confess, but each time was interrupted by her crow calling her out to take care of something. Each of the hashira could see that you had fallen for Mitsuri, with the exception of Obanai. He had steered clear of everyone as soon as he gained the title of hashira. You on the other hand, had not. Tengen had been a good friend of yours outside of Mitsuri.

Actually, he had been the one talking you through the whole process. He claimed that since he had three wives, he was the right guy to ask. Because of this, you found yourself in many odd situations in the name of love. Unfortunately, Mitsuri just didn’t notice. She had always been told that she was undesirable because of her appearance, and yet, she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

You had a plan this time. A plan that was slightly guaranteed to work. Even if it didn’t work in your favor, it’d still work. You’d get her alone under the stars and propose. Yes, propose. Marriage amongst hashira wasn’t really accepted, due to the circumstances of the title, but no one had to know. As long as you had her you’d be happy.

“So what’re you going to do when you get her alone?” Tengen asked, attempting to lift up your spirits. He’d promised to keep the whole thing a secret, which you’d greatly appreciated. You couldn’t have been more thankful for his help. Especially now that you were so in need of it.

“I’m going to take her hands, look into her eyes and tell her how I feel!” You nodded, your expression serious. All of this seemed rather silly, but his enthusiasm was making you feel better.

“That’s right! And what’s she going to do?” He wrapped a large, beefy arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him with a grin. You chuckled and pushed him away.

“Yes!” You paused, looking away in embarrassment. “This feels stupid,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Why are we doing this again?”

“We’re doing this so you won’t back out at the last minute,” he raised a brow as he looked at you. His hands landed on his hips. Why was this grown man full of such sassiness? You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not going to back out!” You argued, but to no avail. Tengen mocked you with his hand, a smirk growing on his lips.

“I mean, if it doesn’t work out you can always marry me,” the taller man spit out nonchalantly. His words caused you to choke on air. You gave him a look, feigning disgust as you stared at him.

“Yeah no, I’ll pass,” you shuddered at the thought.

“I’m just saying.”

You sighed once more, looking out at the scenery. The sun was beginning to set, which meant that you would soon be alone with Mitsuri. The thought both scared and excited you. After all, you’d finally get the chance to tell her a secret that you’ve kept for so long. Even if she didn’t feel the same, at least you’d get the satisfaction that came with finally having your question answered.

The stars shined brightly overhead, perfectly visible from the tree you had chosen to sit under. Mitsuri would be arriving any moment now. Any moment. Your heart rate only increased as the seconds passed. Tonight was different from all of your other attempts, but only in the sense that you were asking to be bound to her forever. Well, either way you’d be with her, but you wanted to be with her.

“There you are!” Your friend cheerily called out, grinning as she sat next to you. “I’m so sorry I was late! Iguro gifted me these pretty green socks and treated me to some sweets afterward! They were the most delicious sweets I’d ever had!” She giggled gleefully at the thought. “Oh if only you had been there! Did you know that Iguro is actually a sweetie? Oh he’s such a sweetie! And he’s cute, too! I had to refrain from blushing the whole time, it was so embarrassing!” She continued to giggle, trailing off when she remembered that it was you that had asked her to join you. Her face flushed and she looked up at the sky. “So how come you wanted to hang out all the way out here?”

You swallowed, hanging your head in shame. Of course. Obanai. Your heart ached as you sat next to her. She had said he was cute, but that didn’t mean anything, did it? She said that about everyone she liked. Your hands clutched your slayer uniform. This was foolish of you. There was no way you had thought that you stood a chance at getting with Mitsuri. It was almost laughable. You had no idea how Tengen entertained the idea for so long.

“Hello…?” She leaned forward and waved her hand in front of your face. The motion pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to jump slightly. “Ah! There’s my friend! I was starting to think I’d lost you!” She smiled widely and giggled once again.

“My apologies,” you forced a nervous chuckle, your face flushing a light shade of pink. Thankfully she didn’t notice. “I didn’t mean to zone out on you.” Your heart pounded. You needed to leave as soon as possible. You couldn’t bear to be around her in this moment. It was hurting you. “I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about—“

“Caw! Head west to the nearest town! Caw! Get moving! Get moving!” Mitsuri’s crow called out. Its raspy voice ruined the moment entirely, making you frown. Your friend rose to her feet quickly, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Would you like to join me?” She asked sweetly, but you declined. “Alright! I’m going to go find Iguro and see if he wants to go! I’ll see you later, friend!” You waved, giving her a soft smile as she ran off. As soon as she was no longer in your line of sight, you ran to find Tengen. He’d promised you that he’d stay in the area for your sake, a promise that you really hadn’t expected to see through.

You ran, your breathing heavy and your heart heavier. You cursed yourself mentally for being so stupid. Actually, you were mid swear when Tengen stumbled upon you.

“Woah there! I’m guessing that things didn’t go well?” You shot him a glare before simply breaking down. He took a step back, unsure of how to handle the situation. Of course he’s comforted people before, but that didn’t mean that things like this didn’t catch him off guard. After a few seconds of watching you cry in silence, he stepped forward and hugged you. In all actuality, he had thought that you had this in the bag. He really saw no reason as to why you wouldn’t.

You never really explained things to him until the next day, which even then you were reluctant to do. Of course he had told you that you should go out for it again, but you disagreed. Obanai made her giddy in a way that you felt you couldn’t, so you saw no point in competing.

Things would be easier if you just stayed her friend.

OBANAI

Days turned into weeks that turned into months. Soon those months would turn into years. You had been staying at the home of Shinobu Kocho for ages now due to an injury you had received while you were away on a mission. The demon had nearly taken off your arm, breaking several of your bones in the process. Thankfully, you were able to kill if before it could kill you, but it resulted in you calling for aid.

Only a handful of your fellow demon slayers had set aside time to visit you, including your close friend and fellow hashira Gyomei. Each time he visited you he wound up sobbing, praising you for your resilience and bravery. He cared a lot for you, and your recent incident had caused him to worry about you more than usual. He had even set aside missions to help Shinobu take care of you. He was a true friend.

Aside from him, only one other hashira had come to visit you. Iguro Obanai.

Obanai was someone that you didn’t really know all too well, despite both reaching the rank of hashira at the same time. You had always been friendly with him, of course, but it never really went farther than that. You thought of him as alluring and slightly mysterious. His silence intrigued you, as did his mask and his snake. He was an enigma in your eyes.

With your curiosity arose some issues. The deeper you dove into his history, the more you found yourself longing to get to know him. You couldn’t even think about him normally without getting slightly flustered, which upset you. After all, your feelings towards him were rooted in your curiosity, nothing more.

“How are you doing today, my friend?” Gyomei’s voice met your ears. He ducked as he entered the room, walking over and sitting on the chair next to your bed.

“Not too bad, actually,” you grinned, “I was able to walk around the corridor earlier! You should’ve been there! I didn’t even need help standing!” You chuckled softly and Gyomei smiled softly. Tears began to slide down his cheeks as he faced you.

“You are so strong! I’m so happy for you!” He clasped his hands together, tilting his head back dramatically. You rolled your eyes, smiling. “I hope that you continue to do well!” Your smile only grew at his enthusiasm. He was sweet, that was for sure.

“Gyomei, I’ve got a question for you,” you asked slowly, waiting for him to calm down some.

“What is it, dear friend?”

You shifted in your bed, suddenly feeling nervous. “What do you know about Obanai? I know it’s odd, but I can’t help but be curious. I don’t really know too much about him. Though, now that I think about it, you probably don’t either. He doesn’t talk much,” you sigh, chuckling softly. He was confusing, that much was true.

“I know only what I’ve been told,” your friend paused, “which is very little. I’m apologize, friend,” he rose to his feet, his hands still clasped together. “I will make time to visit you again next week. I cannot wait to see how much better you are doing then!” He smiled once more before leaving.

Your time alone was brief. The door closed, only to open again, revealing the man that you had just asked about. All you could do was offer him a smile. He walked forward some and sat, looking at you for a few seconds before audibly taking a deep breath.

“How are you?” He asked bluntly. The snake around his neck eyed you, its tongue reaching in your direction.

“I’m just as good as I was yesterday,” you tease but he doesn’t react. Talking to him is like talking to a rock. “They had me walking down the hallway earlier, which means that I should be doing more by the end of the week, though, it just depends on what Shinobu has to say about my condition.” You smiled. He was really good at getting you to ramble so he could avoid conversation. You found it funny, in a way. He’d rather listen to you speak than have to talk.

“Here, I brought you this,” he reached forward, revealing a brand new haori. You gasped at the sight. It looked just like the one you had lost when you got injured. Grinning, you took it from his hands and held it in the air to get a better look. Its resemblance to your old one was impressive. You hugged it and giggled.

“How did you get this?” You look up at him. His face looks slightly flushed, but you think nothing of it.

“I heard that you didn’t have your old one anymore. I know a seamstress in the town over, so I commissioned her to make you a new one.” He wasn’t about to tell you that he had memorized the patterns from observing you so often. No, that sounded weird. He was hoping that you wouldn’t question him any further.

“Thank you, Obanai. I really appreciate your gift.” You looked down at the haori, playing with the fabric between your fingers. Hopefully you’d be able to wear it soon.

After that, Obanai began to miss days. Once he had come in with Mitsuri, which hurt you to see. They looked happy together, so you couldn’t really be too upset, but it did bother you some. Each time he stopped by, he seemed to be less talkative than before, which you didn’t know could happen. With each day he missed, you seemed to be getting better. Within a week, you were able to go out on small missions in the nearest town. A few days after that, you were finally back to your regular routine.

Shinobu had discharged you from her infirmary, which meant that you finally got to return to your own estate. With everything going on, you had yet to stop and check in with Gyomei. You felt bad about it, but you couldn’t just skip out on these missions. There had been so much in your area that you hadn’t been able to take care of, and you needed to get to work on it.

“Caw! Head east, head east! Caw!” Your crow’s cries echoed into the air. Its shrill voice never failed to make you cringe. “Dangerous! Backup will be there! Caw!” You sighed and continued on. Hopefully it would be Gyomei.

You reached the area, looking out at the dark forest that threatened you. You couldn’t help but wonder what had hidden itself in there that was considered dangerous enough for you, a hashira, to need backup.

The sound of footsteps caused you to draw your blade, pointing its edge at the culprit. Obanai didn’t even jump, looking at you with his hetrochromatic eyes. He seemed surprised to see you already out in the field, wearing the haori he got you, no less. His face flushed slightly and he pushed past you, hoping you didn’t notice.

“Sorry about that. I’m a little on edge,” you admitted, sheathing your blade and catching up to him. “I didn’t know you were in the area.”

“Pure coincidence.”

“Right…” you eyed him before nodding. “So how’s everything back at the headquarters? I know you live relatively close to it. How are the others?”

“They’re all fine.”

“Gyomei too?”

“Gyomei too.” His tone got slightly more bitter at the mention of Gyomei, something that nearly went over your head. You froze, giving him a confused look.

“Do you not like Gyomei?” You tilted your head, your brows furrowing.

“I find him to be very respectable.” He paused. “… how do you feel about Mitsuri?” His question only confused you more.

“She’s a great slayer, and really sweet. I like her,” you caught up to him once again. “Why…?”

“Are you and Gyomei engaged?” He blurted out, turning to look at you. You were caught so off guard by his gaze that you took a step back.

“Of course not! He and I are just close friends! I thought everyone knew that.” Well clearly not everyone knew that. You cleared your throat, looking out around you for any signs of danger. Weird. You weren’t sensing anything. “What’s all of this about?”

“Nothing, I—“ he cut himself off, continuing on with his walk. He stopped again and turned back to face you. “Mitsuri and I aren’t engaged either.”

He turned back around, not wasting any time heading deeper into the forest. Your body was frozen in confusion. That whole interaction was weird. You shook it off and ran after him.

You couldn’t help but feel better now that you knew about him and Mitsuri, though. Yes it was weird, but it had bothered you since he had stopped coming around. Truth be told, you had fallen for him not long after he had begun his daily visits. The fact that he cared enough to give you his attention daily made you feel like you were special, and you liked that. Who wouldn’t?

Once he came back into sight, you slowed down, making sure he was aware that it was you instead of a demon. You rested your hand on the hilt of your katana, following him in silence. That’s how the rest of the mission was spent, in silence. The two of you never really found the supposed dangerous demon, but you didn’t mind. At least now you could rest easy knowing that you stood a slight chance with your fellow hashira.

LADY TAMAYO

For as long as you could remember, you had been under the care of Lady Tamayo and her assistant Yushiro. Your life prior to joining them was a memory that eluded you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t remember how you had met them. They had tried to explain it all to you before, but it never made sense. Demons? Demon slayers? It all sounded like a fairy tale.

Tamayo had entrusted you with taking care of the garden out behind the house, a duty you had accepted happily. You enjoyed watering the various herbs. Their lives were just as valuable as yours, and you made sure to treat them with as much tenderness as you could.

Every now and then Tamayo would come and help you, but that was rare. She usually spent her time inside, studying away at human biology. It interested you some, but you knew better than to interrupt her.

When Tamayo wasn’t available, you’d spend your time with Yushiro. He never really got a say in the matter, but thankfully he had learned to stop protesting a while ago. The two of you were walking down the streets of the town the house was hidden in. Despite it being late, there were many vendors that were still open. Their resilience intrigued you. You reached out and tugged on Yushiro’s sleeve, smiling softly.

“Do you think that Lady Tamayo would like this?” You asked, holding up an intricate painting of a woman looking at the moon. Yushiro looked at it, his eyes widening slightly. He was impressed by the strokes on the canvas. Tamayo was fond of art, so of course she would like it, but Yushiro didn’t want her to favor you more than she did him. He crossed his arms.

“Get it. But make sure to tell her that I helped you pick it out,” he said stubbornly before turning to walk once more.

Eagerly, you bought the painting, carrying it under your arm as you followed Yushiro. He stopped suddenly, holding his head in his hand. You recognized this behavior, grabbing his shoulder and leading him off to the side and sitting him down. He looked pale than usual, and you sighed.

“When was the last time you ate?” You asked, setting the painting to the side gently. The man only grunted in response, pouting as he avoided your concerned gaze.

“… last week…” he mumbled.

“Last week?! You know you’re not supposed to go that long without food!” You panicked and looked around. Nobody could see you. With a huff, you scooted towards him. “Listen, you can feed off of me just this once. It’s too risky to have you roaming the streets while starved,” you sighed, “you must’ve felt like you were going insane! Oh come here…” you pulled down the shoulder of your kimono, revealing more skin than you would’ve liked. Yushiro eyed you. The thought of eating even a bit of your flesh scared him. What if Tamayo found out? What would she think of him?

“Hurry up!” You whispered through your teeth, giving him a glare. He was taking way too long to make up his mind. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time. He sighed and leaned forward, taking a bite out of your skin.

About five minutes later, the two of you returned to the town. He seemed to be in a better mood now, which was good. You just couldn’t believe that he was walking around while hungry like that. Things would’ve been bad if he had snapped.

“Hey Yushiro?”

“What?”

“Do you think Lady Tamayo likes anyone?” You asked as you readjusted the painting. It was random, but you couldn’t help but be curious. His cheeks flushed a rosy pink and he sighed.

“I don’t think so. She’s too focused on doing her duties to set aside time for things like romance,” he frowned slightly as he spoke.

“Hey Yushiro?”

“What?”

“I think I like Lady Tamayo.” Your words made him choke on nothing. He hadn’t expected that in the slightest.

“You and me both…” he mumbled, leading you back to the house.

Tamayo loved the painting, choosing to hang it at the end of the hallway. Every time she saw you she made sure to thank you for the thoughtful present. Her compliments made you giddy, usually causing your face to flush a little.

You felt that your feelings for her only got stronger with each day that passed. Hell, you couldn’t even think of her without getting butterflies in your stomach. It was beginning to get in the way of your work. On times she’d come out to the garden to help you, you wouldn’t be able to speak. You were sure that if you said something, you’d butcher it so badly that you’d have to ask Yushiro to end your misery.

You sighed as you pulled another weed from the ground near the garden. The herbs were looking great, despite it being their off season. The luscious green plants surrounded you. They were nearly big enough to hide you completely, and you took great pride in that fact.

“Hey, are you ready to go out? Lady Tamayo said that she needed some time alone for a while.” Yushiro’s voice caused you to perk up. You nodded and gave him a smile.

“Hold on! I need to change real quick!” You stood up and went inside to your room. It didn’t take you long before you were standing in front of Yushiro, asking him what the plan was for tonight.

“Let’s stay in town.”

“Alright.”

There weren’t as many shops open tonight, unfortunately, so you and Yushiro just took to heading towards the park in the middle of the town. It was a small park, but that didn’t stop it from being beautiful. You sighed as you sat down onto the grass. A part of you wished to find another gift for Tamayo, but your options were limited.

You looked up at the moon, taking in its glory in silence before turning back to your friend.

“Does your love for Lady Tamayo ever cause you pain?” You asked.

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Yeah.”

A part of you understood what he meant. Sometimes she was so beautiful that it caused your heart to throb in agony. Maybe it was because you knew that she would never be yours. Either way, your giddy love for her was beginning to torment your weary soul. You didn’t enjoy being around her simply due to the fact that her sweet words wouldn’t fail to cause you some sort of pain.

“Yeah…” you repeated, sighing once more.

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Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 11)

Hello again, and welcome to part 11! I cannot believe I'm up to 11 parts on this thing with more to come (though not too many more, I think). That means I've recommended 200 fics/series so far as I've been doing 20 recs per post. Tbh I'm actually pretty proud of myself over this because it means I've been showing incredible restraint throughout this process in only recommending my favoritiest-favorites as opposed to every single fic I can remember liking even a little bit (don't worry, that will be the next series lol). For reference, I currently have 2,610 Sterek bookmarks in total on AO3 and have so far reviewed 1,749 of them to get to those select 200. That is wild to me lol.

BUT ANYHOOZLE.

As always, thank you all again for the support you've shown this series. I hope you're all having as good a day as you can, if not a great day. Smoochies and squeezies from me to you!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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not enough by Jana_C (G | 1/1 | 1,569)

Sometimes love is just not enough.

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A Quiet Night (Not in the Cards) by Delightful_I_Am (T | 1/1 | 4,369)

"Derek fucking Hale!"

The shout rang through the bar and for a long moment nobody moved. It was like something out of a movie. Everything just stopped; the music cut off; one of the servers had frozen mid-pour. Grady would have laughed if he weren't holding his breath. The kid straightened his shirt, a glimpse of stomach showing the curling edges of a tattoo on his hip, and strode toward where Hale was sitting in the dark corner. As one, every supe in the place turned to see Hale's reaction; the last person to try to confront Hale in here had left with a broken hand and a whispered threat that the next time Hale would rip their throat out. With his teeth. Unsurprisingly, Hale's face was set in its usual glower, although it seemed a bit softer around the eyes. It took Grady a second to realise Hale knew the kid.

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Painted Wooden Letters by DiscontentedWinter (T | 5/5 | 10,013)

All he ever wanted to be was Stiles Stilinski.

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Babcia Knows Best by thepsychicclam (T | 1/1 | 11,887)

Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there's a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.

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god knows I am dissonance by scepticallyopenminded (E | 1/1 | 24,239)

Stiles has zero regrets – zero, absolutely none – about leaving Beacon Hills after he graduates from Stanford. He knows his dad is good, has friends, has the force, has Melissa, and knows that even if he and Mel weren’t dating, that Scott has the sheriff’s back, will take care of him, keep him safe.

He knows Lydia has no regrets, either, and the two of them hop a plane less than a week after the graduation ceremony, two full weeks before their lease in Menlo Park is even up. They pack up a U-Haul, go back to Beacon Hills for two nights, and then they’re off to LAX, three suitcases and two carry-ons between the both of them.

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There's joy not far from here by Talis89 (M | 9/9 | 28,354)

“I’m coming,” Derek calls, shrugging on a sweater. The first few days of March had been warm, but the weather has turned in the last week - winter's last ‘fuck you’ - and Derek is expecting the icy blast as the warm air rushes out the front door. “What—” His breath freezes in his throat.

“Hey there, Sourwolf.”

Stiles is standing on the front porch— Derek’s front porch— his right hand waved in a half wave.

“Stiles?” Derek almost takes a step back. “What are you— how?”

Two years after Derek runs from Beacon Hills, Stiles turns up at his front door looking for his own escape. What follows is a story of adventure, healing and finding a place to call home.

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The Heart Remains The Same by heartsdesire459 (T | 1/1 | 28,797)

When Stiles left for college, he already knew the truth... Stiles wasn't a 'he' at all. Dropped into a new, exciting, liberating level of freedom that came with going to college somewhere without anyone who knew her, Stiles began to explore her true self and began her quest to become the girl she knew she had always been. Her fears of everyone's reactions back home led to skipping the first holiday... and then a second. And then the next.

Two and a half years after leaving Beacon Hills - two and a half years spent living an entire new life as a trans!woman - a call in the night forces Stiles to go back to Beacon Hills to face the people she had left and the friends she had abandoned.

“Stiles… it’s your dad.”

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The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus) by lupinus, uraneia (E | 3/3 | 40,104)

Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek's kid. Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.

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Burning House by 1jet2unknown, nottoolateforthegame (E | 15/15 | 41,007)

“Why am I here? What was the point of showing me all that? It’s not like it’s going to change anything!”

You can change it.

“How?!”

You can change it if you go back.

“Then take me back!”

Stiles’s stomach lurched as the world tilted and stretched sideways.

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Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy (E | 16/16 | 52,270)

Stiles can't remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he's there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

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Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (T | 1/1 | 68,368)

“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

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Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill (M | 10/10 | 70,382)

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them." -----

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

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What Goes Around by KouriArashi (M | 16/16 | 71,451)

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”

It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.

Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

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The Law of the Jungle by Nutellargh (E | 1/1 | 75,854)

After the Kanima fiasco is over, Derek takes his three betas and leaves Beacon Hills. Stiles knows he could contact him if needed, but they barely keep in touch, and only about mundane things. 4 years later, after a steady stream of supernatural issues they somehow manage to deal with, Lydia is the one to contact Derek when Stiles starts looking worse and worse everyday, with no idea as to how or why. The Slavic monster draining Stiles' energy points them to a much bigger issue Beacon Hills has been troubled with for years.

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Windows by dr_girlfriend (E | 28/28 | 83,266)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

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where thou art, that is home series by ShanaStoryteller (8 works | NR-E | 94,108)

Hi, Tin here. Once again, Tumblr is deciding not to allow me to post any of the individual stories and summaries here, so here's a very brief summary without me waxing poetic about the series:

This is a canon-divergent AU series that acts as a sort of "fix it" for the universe without sacrificing the things we know and love from canon (imo). It begins with Stiles (and Scott as his co-pilot) managing to prevent the Hale fire from taking out the whole of the Hale pack and then moves forward from there. Lots of BAMF!Everyone abound and interesting takes on existing tropes and canon elements. I urge you all to check it out.

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The Taming of the Wolf by Amethystina (T | 15/15 | 105,352)

When Stiles seeks shelter from the rain in a rundown house in the middle of the woods, the last thing he expects is to find that someone is actually living there. Even less that the person in question isn't quite human. Derek is something else entirely.

Before he knows it, Stiles is thrown into a world he knows very little about and while he enjoys the unlikely and complex relationship that sparks between them, it's obvious that something darker is lurking in the shadows. Something from Derek's past that is just waiting to tear them apart.

Chapters 13, 14 and 15 are bonus chapters, featuring the same story but from Derek's POV (a total of 40 700 words). This is basically two fics in one.

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Anthracite by LupusScintilla (inkandblade) (E | 16/16 | 106,673)

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

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All Bark and No Bite series by MoonlitMemories (3 works | NR-M | 157,246)

1. Protect and Serve (M | 17/17 | 150,789) Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles? 2. Baby makes Three (G | 1/1 | 3,202) Erica finds out she's pregnant. 3. One of Us (NR | 1/1 | 3,255) Malia doesn't know what to do with the Hale pack.

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Get You The Moon by A ClosedFicIsNeverRead (E | 30/30 | 180,785)

Derek looked up in surprise to note that they were taking a private jet. Dread settled into his gut like a stone. “It has a cage, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly, and noted the subtle changes in his family members’ posture. “Is it for me?” Cora gave him a pleading look and nodded. “Is it because of what you’re going to tell me?” he asked, voice like gravel. Another nod confirmed it. Stiles. Oh, GOD. It had to be Stiles. Derek would not lose control over anyone else in Beacon Hills and they damned well knew it.

- OR -

The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart.

(You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!)

Title inspired by song: ‘Get You The Moon’ by Kina ft. Snow

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Kaycee's birthday is July 26th, and I didn't want it to pass by without showing her some love! Of course, she doesn't need me for that! 😉

A Simple Wish

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Ethan x Kaycee (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 1,180 Summary: Ethan has the perfect evening planned for Kaycee's birthday; but when everything seems to go wrong, she shows him how everything is just right. (This is all the mushy feels. lol)

A/N: Happy Birthday Kaycee! 🥳🎂🥳 @julychallenge Pink: Love Black: Protection

The sun was already setting, casting a pink glow over the beach house as Ethan fumbled with matches, attempting to light the candles on the patio table. He had meticulously planned this evening for weeks—wanting Kaycee’s birthday to be absolutely perfect. But today, it seemed nothing was going as planned.

He heard the sliding door open, and Kaycee emerged from inside. She was by his side in a second, lovingly wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Need some help?” she asked, her voice full of life.

“No, I’ve got it,” he grumbled, sighing with relief when the stubborn wick finally caught a flame.

Despite Kaycee’s reminders to keep things simple, Ethan had spent all day agonizing over the details for tonight’s dinner, and it had left him quite flustered. He wasn’t sure how he was going to shake it to give her the birthday she deserved, but as happened so often, Kaycee provided a solution to a problem she hadn’t even known existed. It only took one look at her, her smile more brilliant than the setting sun, and Ethan felt his tension begin to melt away.

She turned on the radio – a little surprised when he didn’t gripe about the music she selected– but he wasn’t about to argue with her today. Not only because it was her birthday but because she left him mesmerized; his breath was all but taken away

The way she spun around the wooden deck, singing the lyrics to her favorite songs like a child without a care in the world. Her pretty summer dress fluttered in the breeze as the cascading waves of sunkissed hair swirled all around her. Ethan could hardly remember his name as he watched her—she was everything beautiful and right in his world.

Kaycee blushed when she turned and caught him staring like a lovesick schoolboy. Biting her lip, she tried to think of something to say. “Dinner smells amazing,” was all she could come up with.

“Yes,” Ethan stammered. “I called your mom for the recipe for her...Oh! Shit!” he hollered as he ran inside without another word.

Kaycee followed him into the kitchen – a room she normally did her best to avoid.

"What is it?” she asked. Then looked on as she watched his shoulders slouch, a frown on his handsome face as he pulled the lasagna from the smoky oven just before the alarms began to blare. Kaycee opened the windows without being asked. She may not know how to cook, but she sure knew how to prevent the fire department from showing up.

“Damn it,” Ethan cursed as he tossed the dish he had toiled over all afternoon into the trash.

“It’s OK, baby,” Kaycee reassured, placing her hand protectively on his arm. “Honestly, it looked better than anything I’ve ever made for you.”

Ethan took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to allow this to ruin her day. “Well, we’ll have to make other dinner plans,” he frowned.

“That’s easy!” She beamed, opening the refrigerator door and pulling out a box of leftover pizza.

“Leftover pizza?” He groaned. “Really?”

“Leftover pizza from Palio’s!” She corrected. “You know how much I love it, and it always tastes better the next day.”

“You’re right about that,” he grinned. “And it will go well with the Pinot Noir I have chilling.”

Kaycee gulped as her eyes landed on the bottle of wine, still sitting on the kitchen counter in the direct path of the sun. Ethan followed her line of sight and grimaced. “Damn it!”

“No worries... I like White Zinfindel better, anyway,” she chirped.

“Kaycee,” Ethan sighed, disappointment etched on his face. “I really wanted to make tonight special....”

“Shhh!” she said, placing a finger over his lips, then further silencing him with a kiss. “It will be. Why don’t you set up a blanket on the beach? I’ll heat the pizza, and we can have a picnic?”

“Fine,” he surrendered. She was right; after all, the important part of the day was the time they’d spend together, and he wasn’t going to mess that up. He laid a fluffy blanket out over the sand, and, fortunately, the bouquet of pink roses he bought hadn’t suffered the fate of everything else he touched today.

When Kaycee returned outside, she plopped down beside him, placing her head on his lap. "See," she beamed. "This is beautiful!"

“But how are you going to eat in that position?” He teased.

“Oh, that's easy! You’re going to feed me.”

Ethan chuckled as he folded a slice of pizza and fed it to his love.

“If I would have known you wanted to do this, I would have bought some grapes,” he grinned.

“Mmmm. Now you know what you’ll be doing tomorrow,” she winked.

They talked and took turns feeding each other, and after polishing off the bottle of wine, they snuggled together until the sun had set on the horizon. Ethan was quiet, listening to the sound of waves gently crashing on the shore. But as the silence lingered, his mind was racing with thoughts of all he'd gotten wrong today. Kaycee sensed a change in his mood and quickly sat up to face him.

“Ethan, can I tell you something?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

“Of course,” he replied, hoping she wasn’t too disappointed.

She took his hand and squeed it gently. “This has been the best birthday of my life.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “This birthday’s been your best ever? How shitty have your birthday’s been?”

She shook her head with a laugh. “My birthdays have been pretty amazing, actually. I have many wonderful memories. But this one tops them all because it's just you and me in our favorite place. Don't you know, silly man? That's all I'll ever want."

A slow smile spread across Ethan’s face, as he wondered what he had done to deserve her. “You’re sure about that?” he asked.

“One hundred percent!”

“Then you don’t mind if I eat all of the tiramisu cake I brought from Rosella’s by myself?”

Kaycee sat back, her eyes narrowed. “Listen, don’t get ahead of yourself,” she smiled. “That’s my birthday cake.”

“Yeah,” he smirked, jumping to his feet. “Not if I get to it first.”

Ethan bolted to the door like an impish child as Kaycee stumbled in the sand, laughing hysterically; she managed to be right behind him as he opened the screen door.

“Don’t you dare!” She hollered as he scooped her up in his arms. “Now you’re lucky if I even share it with you at all.”

Without a word, Ethan placed her down gently on their soft, chenille couch, kissing her forehead lovingly before leaving the room, returning moments later with the tiramisu cake in hand, alight with bright sparklers.

“For me?” She teased.

“Only you,” he smiled. “You have to make a wish.”

But as she watched the sparklers slowly fade away, she was at a loss. What could she wish for when she already had so much more than she had ever hoped for?

“Did you make a wish?” Ethan asked, and Kaycee gently smiled.

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded. “But I can’t tell you what it is; I won't risk it not coming true.”

“That’s understandable,” he grinned, handing her a knife to cut the first slice of cake.

It was a simple wish: for them to spend countless more days together, just like today. And while she never told Ethan what it was, he already knew and he was determined to make her wish come true.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#open heart #open heart fanfic #open heart choices #choices open heart #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #choices fanfic #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x kaycee #choices stories you play #happy birthday kaycee!

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dr-spectre · 6 months ago

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You mentioned something about Splatoon 4 thoughts earlier today, and I really wanna hear you ramble about that. But I also really wanna listen to you ramble about a Hypno Callie rewrite lmao. So if you haven't already, since there's a good chance I missed it lol, what would a Spectre Hypno Callie rewrite look like?

OH DUDE NOW YOU'RE GETTING ME ALL PUMPED UP TEHEHEHEHE! ITS TIME FOR ME TO RAMBLE!!! Imma go ultra autism on you!!! It's gonna border on fanfiction territory! (Not the creepy or romantic kind...) Don't say that I didn't warn you...

Splatoon 4 Ideas.

Now here's the thing right. I only have a few ideas on a Splatoon 4 so I don't think I can do a giant ramble about it yet. But so far I got the idea of Splatoon 4 taking place in a giant futuristic city near the beach. So you get this cool plaza area near the beach and I got that idea from the AMAZING Project Splatoon 3. Seriously go check that out, it is amazing!!!!!!!

But you can also go into the city and explore some of it. And you can ride a bike to different shops and have your own apartment!!! I know people want apartments for the next game and yeah I agree. We NEED an apartment maker, it's the next logical step from lockers!

Also for weapons... I would LOVE to have a flamethrower weapon but instead of fire it's mist. A crank operated shooter made out of bike gears where you gotta keep spamming the ZR button, kind of like the Octoshower's weapon. A Wii Zapper charger!!! PLEASE NINTENDO! A saw blade Splatana. Maybe a pool noodle Inkbrush? That would be funny. Maybe a Painbrush that has a fan on it? Man... I'm starting to sound like Sheldon HAHAHA!

For the new Idols, it would be a duo instead of a 3 Idol group because oh my god 3 team Splatfests are so unbalanced sometimes. They would have the colors red and cyan. I don't have much on what they would look like, but I imagine one of them is a female Inkling with a cyan color and the other is a male octoling with a red color. It's time we have a proper God damn male Idol that isn't a giant manta ray!!! Now since I cannot draw for shit and I don't have the desire to draw (drawing has made me so angry so multiple times so I stick to writing and rambling) so I'll just show some pics to show you what kind of vibe I'm going for.

(Yes I'm not fucking joking. I've gotten inspiration from Silver the Hedgehog and Spider-Punk...)

I think it would be an interesting dynamic to have a fancy, highly teched out character paired up with a grungy and punk character who's loud and funny. I can imagine their music to be futuristic and techno while including segments of rock. Basically techno rock with romantic elements in it.

I would like some quality of life improvements and just general improvements as well, like being able to customize EVERY part of your look without having to go through that annoying character creation menu in the crater. Faster levelling up for abilities, ability drinks and food actually giving you which ability you want instead of a chance at it. Way more pants and a pants shop. WAY MORE hairstyles, eye colors with an option to select from a color wheel, eyebrows, scar and tattoo options too with a new tattoo vendor. (the tattoos are explained in game to be temporary ones even though they secretly aren't, to make sure parents don't get the wrong idea lmao)

Maybe some gameplay tweaks too? like including very slight momentum when going downhill? It has to be very slight though for balance. I would like to add a dolphin dive like mechanic where if you press the jump button in the air in your swimming form, you'll quickly stomp to the ground, and that speed will be carried over when swimming in ink for a little while. Maybe faster horizontal wall swimming too? Basically make the gameplay a little bit faster is all I'm trying to say, Splatoon doesn't need a giant gameplay overhaul, just small tweaks to make the last game seem worse to play lmao.

And of course, BETTER SERVERS! WE NEED DEDICATED SERVERS! NOW!!!!!!!!!!! EVEN IF ITS JUST A FEW IT'LL BE SOOOOOO HELPFUL! STOP BEING STUPID NINTENDO! GOD!

Um... anyways!

Now, in terms of story.... I would have 3 parts, one is the main campaign while the other two are DLC. The main campaign is focused on the Salmonids. You play as a new agent (Agent X or something, i think that's a cool name) as you explore these islands Super Mario 64 style where you do missions and try and stop the Salmonids from getting out of control as they gone on a rampage from an unknown cause. You have to complete enough missions on an island to go to the next.

Basically, think of Salmon Run maps and areas found in Mario games but they are WAY LARGER and more complex areas to go through with NPCs to talk to. I really want Splatoon 4 to expand on the concepts found in the hub worlds in Alterna and go fully into a 3D Mario sandbox style game.

You also have to team up with Frye, Big Man, Neo Agent 3 and Marie who join up with a new cast of characters who are in charge of guiding you to new islands (haven't thought much about what these characters are) to figure out what's going on. Callie doesn't appear in the story as it's explained in a Sunken Scroll that Callie is helping Octavio figure out what to do with the Fuzzy Octarians that are still trapped in Alterna. And yes Octavio has now fully joined the New Squidbeak Splatoon which Callie is very ecstatic about.

Cuttlefish is fully retired and doesn't appear, and Captain is taking a break from captain duties, leaving Marie to watch over Frye and Big Man as she is their boss anyways. Now, where is Shiver in all this? Well... here me out... she's the villain. And no she doesn't have any sort of bullshit evil headgear on. She's a villain due to being corrupted by greed and wanting more power. She has become addicted to the high she gets from winning and feeling powerful and has teamed up with the Salmonids to gain even more power and cash. She's been fully consumed by power and cash and Frye and Big Man are not on board with her plans as Shiver doesn't wanna give back to the people in Splatsville anymore. So Shiver leaves the group and gathers up the Salmonids and commands them.

However it's revealed that Shiver is doing these things because she had a bad family upbringing in her clan and was always talked down to and treated as weak. So all that trauma and resentment is finally on the surface and Shiver is lashing out at everyone because her pain is so much for her. There could be some themes about found families and healing trauma with the people that you love and stuff like that. Haven't thought too deeply about it. But I would really love to see Deep Cut forgive Shiver and just hug and cry it out. I'll cry alongside them lol.

Now, the second story is focused on the Squid Sisters and takes place before the events of the main campaign. You play as Agent 4 and Callie finds you lying on the floor and tells you that Inkopolis Plaza has been covered in a strange fog and a weird green substance that looks like gooey moss. The buildings have changed and there's all this weird plant life and dust everywhere. Callie escorts you to the tower found in Inkopolis Plaza to figure out where Marie went and that's where you meet Octavio who got shot down in his mech from a laser.

The three go inside and the building looks very similar to the aesthetics of Side Order but with a hospital liminal space edge to it. It looks like a twisted dream hospital environment with a giant lobby in the middle.

This kind of vibe but more open and less hallway like. It should invoke the feeling of going to a hospital as a kid.

However, instead of an elevator to go higher, it's a giant spiraling staircase that grows after each floor Agent 4 completes. Basically the gameplay is the same as the rogue like gameplay found in Side Order but its heavily expanded upon with new enemies, objectives, color chips, etc. However... during the first 12 floors you hear these weird whispers and voices that sound very similar to Marie's voice.... Callie says she's getting major Deja Vu, and then Marie's voice is fully clear and echoes throughout the building, telling Callie in specific to leave her alone and to get out of here. They don't listen and continue forward.

When you reach the 12th floor, you go inside a giant white chamber and you see Marie in a new outfit that's similar to this outfit found in the Splatoon 2 artbook. Basically this but with a cool cloak and squid tentacle patterns on it and a gas mask instead of shades.

She's standing on some kind of green gooey moss and looks angry. Marie attacks Agent 4 with her charger and its a stealth boss where you gotta sneak around and get up to Marie and knock her down from the moss pile. Evil Marie has always been a beloved fan concept in the community, like Hypno Marie has so many cool fan designs out there and i think that could work honestly.

Callie manages to knock the mask off of Marie with a splat bomb but she's still angry. Callie grabs onto Marie and Marie calms down and cries. Agent 4 looks at the gas mask and its just filled with regular oxygen, nothing special about it. No hypnosis gas or anything. Just regular oxygen... Marie says she's sorry and explains that stuff from her past is catching up to her and making her unwell (you can guess on what I'm referring to wink wink.) She was unable to sleep for several days and was being manipulated by someone...

The thing behind Marie's manipulation appears from the ceiling and it's this giant white metallic squid that has transparent glass on some of it's body and arms, which shows this bright green goo flowing inside it. (think of Overlorder but he's a squid). I don't have a lot of information for this guy but this villain was created to cure Fuzzy Octarians, but due to unknown circumstances it went out of control and its coding was changed to "heal" people's pain by covering the planet in a modified and twisted version of Marie's low tide ink which now has evolved to be very similar to plant life. This goo/ink neutralizes certain parts of the brain, leaving the victim completely unfeeling and depressed, unable to feel anything, even physical touch or sensation. The villain manipulated Marie by going inside her head, analyzing her memories and telling her that all she has to is to get rid of "the intruders" and he will "heal her pain."

After the Marie boss fight, you have to travel up to 40 floors instead of 30 and during the downtime you get to learn about the Squid Sisters. Stuff like Callie and Marie before they blew up, who came up with their outfits, more info about their parents and managers, Marie talking about how she has trauma and nightmares from the events of Splatoon 2 and is terrified that one day Callie may leave and never come back again, Callie diving into her time in the Octo Canyon and finally clearing up what happened to her, Octavio showing remorse and sorrow for the actions he has done over the past 100 years. Basically Side Order but with the Squid Sisters, Octavio and Agent 4. I know it's a lot like Side Order but Side Order is so damn good so why not do it again but improve upon the gameplay you know?

That's all I got for this story and it's probably gonna change and be tweaked over time.

Now for the third story of Splatoon 4. I barely have anything for this but it will star the new Idol duo of the game, Off the Hook, Eight and Captain. I think it'll be like Octo Expansion in terms of gameplay and difficulty, but also expanded and longer to complete.

OKAY! NO MORE SPLATOON 4! TIME TO TALK ABOUT HYPNO CALLIE!

Hypno Callie Rewrite.

Honestly, the way I would go about rewriting Hypno Callie is very simple... Remove the Hypnoshades. That's it. She can still have them as an aesthetic part of her outfit, but i would make it so Callie is no longer hypnotized and it's WAY MORE clear to the audience that Callie is suffering from mental illness and that she left with the Octarians, not "kidnapped, overpowered and brainwashed into being a mind controlled slave." Splatoon 2 was always about the separation of the Squid Sisters and their eventual healing and reunion, it was always gonna be about that but due to time constraints probably, they rushed it and introduced bullshit shades to make it easier and simpler, they then tried to fix it later with an obscure post with a relationship chart that no one even fucking talks about, even timeline explainers fail to fucking mention it... ugh...

Making Callie an actual antagonist that has been manipulated by Octavio, whispering to her and playing into her insecurities and pain is way more compelling and makes more sense for Octavio to do as a character. Like how the fuck did he come up with the Hypnoshades and why did he only use it on Callie? He can just make hypnosis tech out of nowhere? Huh? It makes way more sense for Octavio to just manipulate her as he is a master of words and propaganda.

So what I would do is introduce a new mandatory collectable in the Splatoon 2 Hero Mode called "Callie's diary." At certain moments in the campaign Agent 4 and Marie find pages from Callie's diary as she explains her feelings and pain from being overworked and feeling some resentment as Marie has stopped calling or texting her. Marie looks so ashamed and disappointed and starts blaming herself for Callie's disappearance. Some of the diary entries include the photos found in Sunken Scrolls 21 and 22. The last diary entry found in Sector 4 is an emotional rant from Callie the day she went missing. She rants about how she can't take working anymore and how she's so lonely. Her last line is "if no one truly cares for me up here... Then... Maybe..." And there's a small tear stain at the bottom of the page.

Now for the final boss, the main plot points would occur sorta the same way, you fight Octavio and Callie, after a bit Marie comes in and shoots her in the eye, Callie calms down, blah blah blah. I actually really do like the idea of the "low tide ink" that the English translation team introduced. I think it's a neat idea that Marie has this special ink that calms someone down so I'll keep that for the rewrite.

However, during the final boss, i would make it to where Marie is really trying to reach to Callie and trying to convince her that she is loved and she matters, she tries to apologize for her actions and explains that Octavio is just manipulating her for the Octarians' goals. Callie fights back and doesn't wanna listen to her, constantly trying to shut her down. Marie even reminds Callie of their childhood and it almost gets to Callie, but she becomes more emotional and angry, she's so confused because deep down she knows Marie is right, but she's so scared to listen to her because she doesn't want to get abandoned again.

However what really gets to Callie is Marie collapsing on her knees and crying, just begging her badly to come back to her. And Marie says "I love you...." Callie is in shock and starts getting flashes of good memories with her and Marie. She holds the shades in her hands and destroys them. Callie leaps into the air and collides into Marie's arms, and they cry their eyes out and say sorry to each other.

The battle plays out the same but i would like to add another cutscene after Octavio gets his shit kicked in, Callie and Marie are on Sheldon's van and they look at the sunset together. I think that would be really sweet and connect beautifully with the credits and Fresh Start.

I took a lot of inspiration from the game Marvel's Spider-Man 2 and two boss fights in particular. The Miles vs. Peter fight, and the Spider-Man vs. Scream/MJ fight. In those boss fights, it's sort of like a therapy session for the characters in that the people under the symbiote are venting about their issues and expressing their anger they have kept hidden for so long, and the person on the other side is trying desperately to reach for them and save them from themselves. It's really powerful shit honestly and it made me feel emotional seeing Peter go "ALL I WANTED WAS TO SAVE EVERYONE! MJ! MAY! NOW THE CITY THINKS I'M THE PROBLEM! you think I'm the problem." Like i know it's kind of crazy to take inspiration from a game made for adults and take some of it into Splatoon but... I really don't give a shit. Children's media can show powerful scenes of characters struggling with their inner demons. They can do it and have proven to be successful. Children can handle it, they can.

Now... i have worked on a Splatoon 2 finale rewrite and I'm pretty much almost done with it, i need to finish the last bit of it and then go over it again so I'm fully happy with it. However i don't know how to present it as it's in the form of a script and idk how that's gonna work on tumblr, i mean i could put it on AO3 but idk if i wanna make an account just to post one thing on there and idk how many scripts get posted onto AO3 anyways...

It's like I'm a chef and I'm cooking something, but there's no waiter to deliver the food lmao.

ANYWAYS! Thank you for reading my autistic ass ramblings! I got so much free time that i just so much of it just writing down fan concepts for things on different games and stuff (I have a 42 page and counting document on a potential Sonic Frontiers 2.) Yeah... I got THAT kind of autism, not the maths and science one... Again, thank you for reading!

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beemovieerotica · 6 months ago

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if you feel comfortable with sharing, can you explain the process for the psilocybin trial? like what you had to do, who was with you in the room, the people involved, ect.

Oh for sure!

The whole process took about 4 months from the initial screening survey to the first actual treatment. (I still have another treatment scheduled for a couple weeks from now, as of writing this).

To get started, I filled out a survey online, sent an e-mail to their point of contact, did a brief phone interview, and then I was enrolled.

I had 2 big in-person pre-treatment events, and the first was a full 8-hour day of psychological and physical screenings (lots and lots of surveys) - including an in-person sit-down with a psychiatrist going through basically everything in my past. Adverse events, my childhood, life stress, relationships, anything that might come up during the psilocybin session and that plays a part in aggravating OCD.

I also talked with an OCD specialist, another remote psychiatrist, and did a full physical with their medical team, got a complete blood panel done, and an EKG since hallucinogens can cause spikes in blood pressure, and I would have been screened out if I had any cardiac conditions.

Once I got the all-clear on my blood panel and EKG reading, I was able to move on to he second in-person visit. It was a full day of EEG testing to get my baseline brain activity down - they hooked me up to a monitor with electrodes on my head, and I played a lot of very boring video games, did memory tests, and they showed me distressing, neutral, and happy images to see what my reaction was - again, for a full 8-ish hour day.

All of these in-person visits required urine drug screenings - I was not allowed to take THC or any other substance for the duration of the study. Specific prescription medications are also not allowed.

We then set the date for my actual dosing sessions and I was assigned two guides. One of them is an MD + psychiatrist, the other is a psychiatrist. I had three prep sessions with them, going in-depth and basically letting them know who I am and why I want to do all this, and they were there to answer any questions I had and help get me mentally prepared. Overall we wanted to establish trust & safety, because they would be the two people watching over me and interacting with me during my session.

I went in-person two days before my session to see the space where I would be tripping and meet my guides face to face. The space is a very soothing psychiatrist's office type place with a sofa, comfy chairs, nice carpeting, and peaceful pictures on the walls. My guides are awesome - they were selected for me by the point of contact who had helped me through most of the screening, who worked to match participants with study staff. There's always an open line of communication - I've been able to text and call them with concerns, and I was also notified that if I want to change guides at any point (or if I want to drop out of the study altogether) I can do so with no repercussions.

The dosing session was a full 9-5 day: I arrived at 8:30 to do a urine drug screening, fill out surveys, and then I took a blue pill and waited for the effects to kick in. The whole session was recorded for my safety and for accountability of the guides.

The sofa had been converted to a bed - I was asked, as much as possible, to just lie down, put on a sleep mask to block out any vision / light, and wear noise-canceling headphones with a pre-selected playlist of instrumental music on it. I really enjoyed the playlist (lol) I felt like it set the tone for a lot of the revelations I had, and they genuinely did a great job choosing tracks.

The whole point was to minimize outside influences and to have the participants look inward and work on themselves. The guides offered two options for physical reassurance: if I wanted, I could put my hand out and one of them would come over and ask, "Do you want your hand held?" and if I replied affirmatively, they would hold my hand firmly until I asked them to stop. They also offered a "shoulder touch" - firm pressure on the shoulder - but I only took the hand hold for about a half hour on the come-up before sailing off on my own.

They also said that I was completely free to remove the headphones and mask and talk to them at any point if it became overwhelming - they would engage with me as much as I needed to, but they would gently encourage participants to re-enter the "default state" (lying down, eyes closed, music on).

I ended up only talking to them when I needed bathroom breaks - they walked me over to the bathroom (no lock), waited outside, and walked me back to make sure I didn't fall.

They had a medical kit in the room, and I was told that if my blood pressure ever reached a concerning point, they had sub-lingual meds that could lower it and put me back in a safe zone. My BP was fine the whole time, and other than my heart rate being a bit high from initial anxiety, it leveled off as soon as the peak hit.

I was in it, processing and crying for the whole 5 hours of the trip and only responding when they needed to take my blood pressure and heart rate (at first every 5 minutes, then 30 minutes, then every hour - this was done with minimal interruption, I barely noticed it happening). After the trip, I came out of it and talked to them and processed a little bit of what had happened still on the video recording - they were really curious about big first impressions and highlights of the trip. I filled out a bunch of surveys. Spouse came and picked me up, and I was asked to do a full write-up at home capturing everything I'd experienced on the trip.

I'm currently in the "in-between" phase and am doing my check-ins and processing of the first trip before I do my second one next-next week. The full study length is six months long - I'm going to keep doing check-ins and surveys into next year to see if the positive effects actually stick around for that long. Six months is kind of the gold standard for a lot of clinical trials, and I think it's also about as long as they can usually retain people and keep them responding to surveys lol. I'm trying to think if I've missed anything, let me know if you have any other questions!

#ask

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starrysky28 · 6 months ago

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Resident Evil Music Headcanons

A/N: Did a poll on what kind of headcanons I should write next, and this one won. Here ya go :)

Chris Redfield

-Loves classic rock from the 70s and 80s

-It reminds him of his childhood/teen years

-I also think he'd like a *little* bit of country too

-He seems like he's the type to collect vinyl/cds/cassettes

(Most of these were based off of my dad lol love ya male parental unit)

Leon S. Kennedy

-I already established this in a previous headcanon compilation about him, but he likes a lot of grunge rock

-He would have been a teenager in the early 90s, there's no way he didn't listen to it

-When he gets older, he still pertains that love for the music from his youth

-However, I think older Leon would unironically listen to divorced dad rock (if you don't know what that is, look it up, its a real thing)

Albert Wesker

-Most of his music consists of classical music (Y'know like Beethoven or whatever)

-Also has a soft spot for smooth jazz and opera, idk it just suits him.

-I think its also worth noting that he hates newer music/today's music, and he'll go out of his way to complain about it whenever it's on (or whenever the topic of music comes up)

Sherry Birkin

(Once again the only gif I could find of her. I couldn't even find her as a kid. The quote is cute though <3)

-She likes 90s and 2000s teen pop music (boy bands too)

-Growing up, I like to think she really wasn't allowed to listen to a lot of music.

-But after Raccoon City, music kinda became an escape for her

-She just listened to a lot of whatever was popular at the time (ex: Spice Girls, NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, etc, etc)

-Definitely had a little pink iPod as a teenager

Claire Redfield

-Overall, I think she likes a little mix of everything

-But she tends to lean towards a lot more female artists than male ones

-I also think she wouldn't really care for rap/hiphop music

-Theres nothing in particular she dislikes about it, it just never appealed to her :/

And that's all for now! I hope you liked these, sorry that the character selection was a little all over the place lol 😅

I think I'll do middle names next (I really wanted to do that one actually)

#resident evil #headcanons #resident evil headcanons #chris redfield #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #albert wesker #sherry birkin #claire redfield

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iwanthermidnightz · 1 year ago

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*sigh*

The way some (because it’s not all) of *them* are acting over what someone intentionally picked out from the entire prologue to share online (lol after screaming not to leak things lol), knowing it would go viral and lead to harassment of Gaylors/Kaylors is sad.

Especially when it proves that they go with whatever satisfies their insecurities over the possibility (re: TK for the time being). Lavender Haze “ended Gaylors/Kaylors” until the entire song and video came out, right? Or what about when “It’s Time To Go” and “Right Where You Left Me” were released and ended Gaylors/Kaylors” because they were about Karlie’s “betrayal”? Which led to Taylor commenting and saying what those songs were about.

When she deleted the reel about the LH, who was in shambles?

It doesn't change the fact that Taylor:

Wrote queer-coded lyrics and had an entire era of queer themes

Asked why people were mad when they could be glad (GLAAD) in a video where she placed herself in the queer community.

Pushed for the Equality Act to be passed and wrote letters, which she signed and added a rainbow to.

Said “out now” while wearing a rainbow dress to say reputation was available.

Has said, “I want her midnights”.

Wrote an entire song referencing a tattoo and a Tumblr account that a woman had removed and deleted.

Gave permission for “Seven” and “Ivy” to be used during scenes between queer characters on “Heartstopper” and “Dickinson”.

But somehow, Gaylors/Kaylors are projecting these things and creating them from their imaginations?

I am straight, but I have picked up on the queer-coded themes, etc., that she puts out. I actually…take the time to observe and listen to her lyrics and ask my queer mutuals on here questions about things I don’t understand because conversations help, and they matter. I don’t disregard their feelings or discredit their perceptions of her lyrics because I am mature and secure enough to respect their connections from her music to their life experiences.

From the excerpt (seems to be getting all the focus), it seems they think she is singling out Gaylors/Kaylors, but I think she’s simply saying that she was hoping that if the focus was taken off her dating life and that energy/focus were placed into her female friendships and having that concept empowered, they wouldn’t sensationalize or sexualize them.

Yet, they still sensationalized her friend group by criticizing /saying it was elitist, non-feminist, and a publicity stunt because all of her friends in the group happened to be white, rich, and thin. As for sexualizing, she specifically addressed the media by saying for her 25th birthday, she would like for THEM to stop accusing all her friends of dating her. While this was after kissgate, when the main discourse was not only still on her dating life but whether or not she and Karlie had kissed, let’s also look at these select lines from the reputation prologue:

“When this album comes out, gossip blogs will scour the lyrics for the men they can attribute to each song as if the inspiration for music is as simple and basic as a paternity test. There will be slideshows of photos backing up each incorrect theory.”

The same people who say Gaylors/Kaylors are sexualizing (because let’s be honest, that’s the only word they zoned in on. Lol) her female friendships have (along with the media) been sensationalizing the alleged “beef” with one of those female friends specifically since 2017. They also engage in sexualizing her male “relationships” that are also sensationalized until they aren’t because they loved all her “boyfriends” (Calvin less than others, lol) until they ended.

Anyways, thanks for letting me rant, IWHM. I wish you and others who stand to be harassed or cyberbullied over this peace, patience, and strength.

you came in hot with that one! thanks anon 🙃

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kazooreal · 4 months ago

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we always think about what songs are like certain characters but we never think about what music THEY would like huh. so here are my thoughts for valkyrie and switch

annnd i've read nothing about this in canon but it's probably out there so don't attack me if i'm wrong..

shu would 100% listen to classical music. i'm not knowledgable about specifics but.. yeah. pretty much. and he likes orchestral stuff in general but he's kind of opposed to all the orchestral video game soundtrack natsume and mika show him because it's 'not proper'. he would definitely try listening to mika's music though and only like a select few songs because they're associated with his kagehira (rather than the qualities of the song itself)

mika would listen to all sorts of rock i feel like. umm ranging from guitar-based bedroom rock and shoegaze to screamo, he'd listen to a lot. but doesn't really enjoy metal as much. he'd also try and listen to oshisan's taste but they're obviously very different tastes so!!

as for switch, natsume, like the rest of his personality, has two distinct moods to do with music. he'd be the type of person to listen to seriously weird music, especially the weird side of vocaloid, with songs in encrypted english and stuff... banger..!!! nobody else would enjoy it as much as him LMAO. he would also totally listen to nu metal, and jpop.. occasionally. he's all over the place.

tsumugi does not listen to music. like.. he's the type of person that just doesn't. he listens to what people recommend him and has a few songs he likes that he loops but that's about it.

sora would listen to upbeat stuff, like pop-rock and pop, and video game / tv show ost!! he would like songs without words, but in a different, more contemporary way to shu's classical music (lol). he's very versatile and would discover new music every week or so, but has a few favourites.

let me know if you agree!!!! or if i'm horribly wrong

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neoninky · 6 months ago

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TWST Shenanigans: League of Antagonists (and some actual Villains)

I'm back with another long winded, stupid thought that I may draw some day but in the mean time, here's this lol (also spoilers for my Sacred Crown fics if you haven't read them?? Just FYI)

Scene: Antagonists from canon TWST side events all hang out in a bar and talk about how they fucked with the main characters for reasons unknown

Ashton Vargas: *reminiscing about the Camp Vargas event(s)* HA HA Man you should have seen their faces! We gave those punks a good ol' fashion trauma haunt in the woods. Classic. Divus Crewel: And we looked damn good doing it too. *Camp Vargas Part 1 and 2 Crewel definitely made those costumes* Vargas: Sigh...of course we got a temporary dock in pay to help provide the whimpier ones with therapy sessions but eh totally worth it. Random group of fairies all sharing a bar stool: *makes a bunch of tinkly noises talking about the Fairy Gala* Translation: That's cool but we almost ruined the entire school's ecosystem because we gave into our baser instincts and stole the mage stone cuz it was shiny... damn those kids for crashing our party with their incredibly well made outfits and near flawless sashays (Crewel: I would be more upset if not for the fact I finally got Kingscholar to have proper posture for at least 14 hours.)

Ghost Princess Eliza: *still boohooing over the Ghost Marriage event though technically she is happily married in the end* I just wanted to marry my perfect prince after years and years and YEARS of waiting!! What's a little first-degree murder in the name of true love?! (Fairies: damn gurl / Crewel: that's a mood.) And those horrible boys just kept coming to ruin my wedding! Accosting me with their unprincely behavior! What kind of man doesn't have a legendary sword or a faithful dog that comes at his beck and call?! (Vargas: she does make a good point...) Oh well, in the end, I did find my real prince so it all worked out. We'll be returning for the baby shower they promised to host! (Crewel: the school and every person on campus has at least three restraining orders against you...) - jaunty music suddenly starts playing out of nowhere and the entire room groans - Fellow Honest: *cane twirls his way on screen, ready to spill the deets on the Playful Land event* Trauma, theft, delusionally murderous courtship? That's cute. I suckered a whole group of those dumbasses into a human trafficking con disguised as a theme park! And I did it so well that I basically hijacked 90% of all social media for MONTHS while doing it! Everyone: *disgruntedly* we KNOW Fellow Honest: *much smug* Did I mention how I also cursed the whole place to turn them into wooden puppets if they broke the backward ass rule system I put in place as well? (Vargas: dude what the actual hell?) Sigh...and it would have all gone off without a hitch if it weren't for those damn kids fucking up the entire park (Crewel: our students are pretty much all assholes, yes.) ...I mean sure, in the end, I did tell my shitty boss to suck it and encourage those brats to do exactly that. But then they dared to extend a hand of friendship and understanding to ME?! Entitled, fancy boys with their fancy schmancy education *grumble grumble* Vargas + Crewel: *side-eye glance at each other at the mention of a shitty boss* ..... *both take long sips of their drinks*

Rollo: *appears with sudden intense mood change in the atmosphere* Hmph. I understand your contempt for those frivolous magic users completely... (Fellow: THANK you!) ...I invited a select few of them onto my campus under the pretense of uniting our schools in harmony and camaraderie. In actuality...I wanted to destroy them by taking away their magic and then wiping magic off the very face of the planet. Fellow Honest: ...ok well damn that's a bit harsh- *the group of fairies moves as far away from Rollo as possible*

Rollo: and I would have gotten away with it too. Had it not been for that Malleus Draconia *name said with such distain Rollo might as well be a friggin Batman villain* ...on the other hand, I did completely get away with it. Cuz they tried to guilt trip me by letting everyone believe I was this upstanding person who isn't capable of heinous acts. (Fellow: HA stupid) ...that is until karma bit me in the ass and then my childhood magical dragon friend that I don't absolutely abhor ended up bonding with the magical dragon that I hate with every fiber of my being... *talking about my OC in Her Devoted Throne hitting it off with Malleus lol* Crewel: To be fair, if watching your BFF get with your sworn enemy after you tried to commit mass genocide of magic is the worst thing to happen, you are one lucky bastard.

Rollo: Oh I'm barely as horrible as they are... *scene pans over to another group seated in the Really Fucked Up OC Villain section*

Queen Alva from Her Ivory Crown: I not only gaslighted and emotionally abused my own daughter into working herself to the bone to prove herself as the heir to my throne, I then threatened her and tried to take everything she fought for away from her the minute she had a meltdown and wouldn't marry the boy I picked out for her. Not to mention potentially damning my own Queendom by trying to deprive them of a far better queen than I in the future....now I'm divorced, shunned from society, and living alone in the countryside, forced to do my own housework *has to fetch her own fainting couch so she can dramatically swoon* Zehn Cavaliar, the 'boy' in question: ...yeah I wouldn't take no for an answer so hard that I harassed the crown princess into an Overblot state which could have killed her. I also attacked and injured her while she was in that condition. Her new boyfriend got all his friends to kick my ass before and after I lost everything.... *has the expression of someone going through a Vietname flashback* Don Muraeni from Her Lost Voice: *sitting in a large fish bowl on the counter as a shriveled up sea polyp* I literally paid and sometimes forced several women to bear my children - who I let abuse and murder each other all in hopes of earning my approval btw. I even killed a guy who owed me money and then took his wife and child, made said wife have another one of my kids - who I also abused and forced to do underhanded tasks through the majority of her childhood. I also tried to use my son to get at my sworn enemy after not shedding a single fucking tear after his brother was brutally murdered by said enemy...*stops to think* More child abuse. Collecting siren mermaids and forcing them to be sex workers. Trapping my wife for several years while letting her children believe she was dead....so yeah all that backfired horribly and now I'm trapped as this weird lil slug thing until I die. Or something. Ghost of Don Muraeni's right-hand guy, Proteus: I was a total creep who abused his power and was brutally murdered for it in the end. Also I stole magic from a defenseless, traumatized child. Everyone else: *staring at all of them in horror* .....JESUS CHRIST

Dark Fire is hot but Hell is hotter *sips tea*

Also tagging people for reasons @iscarlettappel @foxwitchaine @wysteriadelights @nuitthegoddess @victoria1676 @1ndigowitch

#neoninky #twisted wonderland #sacred crown chronicles #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #twst oc x canon #honestly the more I think about what my oc villains have done #the more I wonder about my mental health 😂#divus crewel #ashton vargas #eliza ghost bride #fellow honest #rollo flamme #twst antagonists #twst event #twst event playful land #twst event fairy gala #twst event camp vargas #twst event ghost marriage

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chaotic-zora · 2 months ago

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3 and 11 for all three, 8 for Thresh! 14 for Silvyr, and 22 for Nyvor

Thresh

3) What song describes your OC?

Thresh is purely vibes. I often imagine him fighting with this as his music:

Danca Mortal by Helex HH

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

Thresh eat, sleeps, and breathes fighting lol. There's around a 70% chance you'll find them in the training field during their spare time, practicing new techniques or trying out different weapons (He's Volca's top warrior!).

He also enjoys weaponeering (designing & planning weapon attacks), and weapon creation, and has gone to the blacksmiths with some wild ideas (Can you tie a blade to the end of my tail? Okay hear me out ....exploding arrow bomb but with daggers. BOOM CARNAGE) most of which.....don't work.

Then there's his shopping addiction. Stressed? He's out buying daggers by the dozen to cope. Thresh alone could support Volca's dagger production. Find a dagger at the bottom of a communal pool? Probably Thresh's. See a pile of daggers in Nyvor's clinic? Yeah he's running out of places to store them. Got a gift from Thresh? Oh how sweet- it's a dagger.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

To be honest I simply wanted an unhinged silly shark who could FIGHT.

Silvyr

3) What song describes your OC:

Hmmm selecting the following for Silvyr's circumstances and choices:

Iron by Woodkid

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

Silvyr's ice magic abilities are inspired by Sypha from Castlevania, but in terms of Silvyr themselves I wanted a character who put the safety, health, and happiness of their Domain and it's residents before themselves.

In order to protect their Domain Silvyr forgoed their childhood to train as a knight. This training paid off, and inevitably they became a Captain. Still, it wasn't enough, and to ensure their Domain's safety they made the 100 year lifespan sacrifice to amplify their magic, turning themselves into what many considered a lethal (and slowly deteriorating) weapon.

Then they planned and led a coup against the corrupt royals & nobles to save their fellow zoras from starvation, knowing if they were to be caught it would cost them their life. Even them retiring as a Captain and becoming a diplomat/advisor was a decision made for the benefit of their Domain.

To see their Domain and it's resident thrive brings them unending happiness.

Even when it comes at their own expense.

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

Oooo this is an interesting one. Silvyr is fairly difficult to rile up, and they currently do not have any rivals.

HOWEVER, Thresh loovesss to test Silvyr's limits. Them taunting each other is basically an integral part of their long standing friendship. They trust each other implicitly but ooooo boy does Thresh get on Silvyr's NERVES sometimes.

Nyvor

3) What song describes your OC?

NO IDEA. Think a soft melody, maybe something instrumental, or about love.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

I wanted a big beefy healer. Someone who looked like they could kick ass but in reality would cry over seeing a spider get squished lol.

Nyvor: It was just doing it's job why would you do that ?!?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

Instant flight, Nyvor is always a lover!

As a medic, Nyvor has sworn an oath to do no harm upon others. He even removed his venom glands to ensure he could never kill someone by inadvertently biting them!

He is considered to be one of the most docile and gentle zoras within the Domain. There is little you can do to insignate his temper beyond harassing his patients and saying something bad about Thresh.

It's been a longggg time since I've drawn Nyvor so here's a current WIP!

#domain expansion zora obsession

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izumikoushiroweek · 4 months ago

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Koushiro Izumi Week 2024 Prompts

Koushiro week aims to offer flexibility and a variety of prompts, so that fans with different talents and amounts of free time can participate!

Entrants are free to select among the prompts on any day, or treat every day as a free day! You can post as many or as few times as you choose.

There is only one day with a set theme. Friday, October 25th will be Reblog Day! Entrants are encouraged to reblog their Koushiro and Tentomon content on that day, but please only reblog items that are not already on the Koushiro Week archive. I will make a special post on reblog day honoring our beautiful archive! Let’s share the Koushiro and Tentomon love, even if we are busy!

Event tag: izumikoushiroweek2024

Please find the prompts beneath the cut! You can use a prompt from any year. It gets harder every year to make new prompts, apologies for that (and for any repetitive/overlapping prompts). Please feel free to send suggestions!

New Prompts for 2024

Koushiro as a Son

Explore Koushiro's relationship with Kae and/or Masami! What is it like to be a parent to a kid or adult child who is so instrumental to the Digital World and everything that goes with that? How do they relate to him? Maybe draw the family going out, or Kae bringing snacks to Koushiro and Tentomon, or Koushiro appreciating his parents.

Koushiro as a Father

Koushiro's daughter is adorable, show us her! Or explore their relationship, how Koushiro feels about being a parent, how he struggles/grows/flourishes as one, how he relates to his daughter.

No Tech!

For whatever reason, Koushiro does not have access to any tech! How does he contribute/cope? Or maybe he just takes a nice day off?

Koushiro: Pillar of the Chosen

We have prompts about Koushiro as a CEO, but what if we focus on Koushiro as the head of the Chosen? What is he doing to support the Chosen, local and global, as he grows up? If he travels, can he stay pretty much anywhere with a Chosen he's helped at some point? What do Chosen think of him around the world? What do non-Chosen think? How does Koushiro cope with the pressure, or does he feel supported by thousands of Chosen?

Koushiro's Day Off, With or Without Friends

What do Koushiro and Tentomon do on an off day? Do the Chosen take him out sometimes? What does each Chosen like to do with him? Does Koushiro go along with anything, just to broaden his horizons?

Dressing Koushiro

I love the idea of each of the Chosen (or any character!) suggesting outfits for Koushiro when he's in his fashion phase. What would he look like if Yamato offered his wardrobe or picked an outfit that suited his (Yamato's) tastes? What about Takeru, lol?

Hobbies

What kind of hobbies might Koushiro explore? What hobbies might his friends encourage him to try?

Exploring the Digital World

Where are some of Koushiro's/Tentomon's favorite places in the Digital World? Do you think he goes there to think? Does he ever just... Sort of vanish there for a few hours, to remind himself what he's working so hard for, or just to breathe? You can draw the places, describe them, or work it into a fic/ficlet! Or share screen grabs/gifs/etc.

Appreciation

The Japanese Chosen (or the global Chosen!) try to thank Koushiro for all his help and support over the years. What do they come up with? How does it make Koushiro feel?

Music

What kind of music do you think Koushiro and Tentomon like? Do you have a Koushiro/Tentomon playlist to share? Koushiro and Miyako helped process music for Yamato's bands (explicitly The Teenage Wolves, but why not his other bands and future music?). What was that like?

Koushiro the Creative

Koushiro is highly entrenched in tech stuff. I wondered... Does he see himself as creative, or does that feel foreign to him? Does he have creative outlets? Maybe photography with Hikari or writing with Takeru? Or maybe a friend can help him see that the things he does ARE creative?

Growing

I mean this physically, but feel free to take it where you'd like! But Koushiro is a Short King who really shoots up between 02 and Tri. I wondered how he feels about that? Or if it was annoying to suddenly not fit into his wardrobe as he shot up?

Koushiro and the 02 Crew

Koushiro gets a lot of screen time in 02 (bless!). How does he feel about the younger Chosen? How do they feel about him? Write or draw him hanging out with his other crew!

2023 Prompts

Crest of Knowledge What does the crest of knowledge mean to you? What do you think it means to Koushiro and Tentomon? How about the people who love them?

It’s lonely at the top What is it like to be an outlier? Over the course of Adventure, Koushiro learns to use his gift to connect to others, rather than as a means to cope with lack of connection. This is beautiful, but still, being an outlier has to… complicate things. Do you think classmates or coworkers resent him and his success? Koushiro launches a business after high school. What is it like to have people relying on him for their livelihoods at such a young age? Do his older employees balk at having someone so young above them? Does he feel that he’s missing out on higher education and fun college activities?

What are your Koushiro headcanons?

Alternate Universe Do you have any AU Koushiro designs? Alternate haircuts? Show us your wildest Koushiro dreams, from mermaids to crossovers to epic fantasy!

Koushiro the mentor

Koushiro often takes on the role of mentor. He’s a member of both the Adventure and the 02 teams and works hard to support everyone. Show us Koushiro offering support to the Chosen: younger, older, or both! Explore his unique role and what it means to him. Does he enjoy sharing knowledge? Does he want to remain as involved as possible with the Digital World, even when the 02 crew takes over? So many Koushiros!

What is your favorite iteration of Koushiro? Adventure, 02, Tri, Kizuna, the reboot, the movies? Izzy and the various Koushiro dub iterations?

What is your favorite canon Koushiro outfit?

Show us a screenshot or draw it!

What is your favorite Koushiro or Izzy quote? How about Tentomon?

Screenshots/illustrations are encouraged, but not required.

Koushiro and Tentomon Screencap redraw

Koushiro memes!

Koushiro is Extremely Online, the boy has seen a meme in his day. Invent a Koushiro meme, or place him in an existing one! What memes do you think Koushiro would like?

Do you relate to Koushiro?

How so? Alternatively, what do you love about him and Tentomon?

What is something you wish we saw happen for Koushiro in canon?

I know we all have wish lists! Share yours!

Koushiro interacting with his parents I cannot get enough of the Izumis!

Prodigious!

What is your favorite prodigious moment? What do you love about Izzy? What are your thoughts about Koushiro vs Izzy?

Emotion As Koushiro grows more confident, perhaps he begins expressing his feelings more. Does he see this as a good thing (growth, trust that he is allowed to show how he feels), or regression (why can’t I control myself like I used to)? How does Koushiro feel about personal expression and his emotions?

2022 Prompts

Feel free to use prompts from last year, or to re-interpret and explore ones you already used!

Koushiro and Tentomon

Wanna try your take on the classic Koushiro and Tentomon hug in the trolley? Or show us the boys being adorable, living their best lives together? The Koushiro and Tentomon relationship is so sweet, there is so much to explore here!

Adoption/family

Koushiro tells his friends about the adoption, visits the graves of his biological parents, meets his first ever biological relative when he has his daughter, spends time with his parents, etc. Also, Tentomon absolutely sobbing when he meets Koushiro’s kids, lol!

Friends/life outside of the Chosen

We don’t see much of Koushiro’s personal life throughout the Adventure content. What does this boy get up to? Who are his friends, both local and spread over the world? What are his hobbies? We know Koushiro is an incredible researcher/tech expert, but he is also a normal kiddo.

Confidence/the Chosen love you for you/everyone loves Koushiro

Koushiro struggles with self worth and confidence over Adventure. We see him find his way as the Digimon Tech Expert, but we know he’s so much more than that! Let’s explore Koushiro realizing that he’s needed and valued beyond his skills, and that he doesn’t need to be helpful to connect to and be loved by others- and that he very much is loved.

Confiding

Koushiro doesn’t discuss his personal life onscreen during Adventure, except to Tentomon and his parents. It would be amazing to explore him confiding in his friends.

Casual

Koushiro tries to speak more casually to his friends- this is inspired by this post.

Koushiro as the head of Chosen information/Koushiro’s company

What does Koushiro get up to in his company in Kizuna? How is he funding global Chosen activity and also researching and also having a life? How does he juggle everything? Does everyone look up to the guy who is making sure the global Chosen have the resources and information they need to operate? Are his friends concerned?

Plz help

Koushiro needs help, and the others rise up- whether he asks them to or not, lol! Maybe he’s stressed by work, juggling too much, or just in a research vortex and hasn’t come up for air in a while. Maybe a Chosen convinces him to lean on them and take a break. Or maybe someone pushes him to do “something fun,” and shenanigans ensue! Maybe Tentomon secretly calls the Chosen when Koushiro enters a Work Vortex or seems down.

Oolong tea

A classic, lol!

FASHUN

Koushiro explores fashion and style! Show us your best Koushiro Disaster Kouture ™, or show him growing out of that stage and settling into what you imagine his style might become. Does all the screen time result in glasses someday?

Eyebrows

Show us a range of Koushiro facial expressions! Dem brows are there for a reason >:3

Assistant Tentomon

Tentomon the mighty, making sure Koushiro remembers to Human (eat, sleep, call friends, etc). Tentomon, acting as Koushiro’s secretary/assistant. Tentomon learning how to research on his own! Tentomon sending an SOS when Koushiro needs some help, but is too polite to reach out.

Mochimon

HIM CUTE! HIM ROUND! SHOW US HIM!

Koushiro and Bugs

Koushiro sipping from a ladybug mug, Koushiro being gifted ladybug items, Koushiro finding ladybugs or beetles and thinking of Tentomon, Koushiro taking a bug outside when someone else wants to squish it, Koushiro casually revealing that he has an encyclopedic knowledge of beetles for Reasons.

Computer Club President Koushiro

Koushiro was the computer club president in 02 (hopefully this is true of both the English dub and original Japanese)! That would be so cute to explore!

Koushiro Playing Violin

Inspired by this.

#prompts #koushiro izumi #tentomon #digimon #izumikoushiroweek2024 #digimon adventure #digievents

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garbinge · 1 year ago

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Country Shit

Gilly Lopez x F!Reader (Soldier Reader) Summary: Pre-canon fic where you think the worst as a black town car approaches your home but are pleasantly surprised by whose home.

A/N: Posting this fic I've had in my docs finished for a while now. I hope to start getting back in the swing of things soon. I know a lot of people have been commenting/messaging/reaching out about my Bear series and I promise I'll update that soon, but for now enjoy my first Gilly fic from Mayans :)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, mentions of war, bootcamp, training, army, army rangers, PTSD, trauma, death, grief, dishonorable discharge. Lightly angsty? Or maybe I'm numb to angst and its like medium-angst level lol. Light fluff.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie

The clouds were rolling in, you heard the thunder in the distance as you sat on the back of your wrap around porch staring out at the ranch in your backyard. You pulled your cardigan tight around you out of instinct as the breeze from the storm on its way in, blew past you. The dark clouds casted a shadow on the large land of property that made up your backyard, the free-range chickens you owned had retreated into their coup, the two horses you took care of were nestled safely in the barn you had just 500 feet away from the house, and your dog was alert on your left hand side as he stared up at the rumbling sky.

“Come on, boy, let’s get inside before it starts coming down.” You stood up and opened the back door and nodded for your dog to go inside.

Your timing was impeccable, just as you closed the screen door, the rain started. The living room walls were filled with windows, you could see the droplets throughout every window on every window that surrounded the room. The sound of the water pelting against the roof and the deck filled the house, it was loud and mixed with the rumbling of the thunder. It needed to be drowned out, so you moved over to the record player you had set up by the front of the living room.

The memory of the last time you used the record player was coming up short, but seeing the Sam Hunt record in the player made you smile. Placing the needle on the record, it scratched for a minute before the music started playing. It brought you back to a time in your life, there wasn’t much other way to describe it besides a time. It wasn’t something you’d describe as the best time in your life, not in the slightest, but there were some moments that weren’t completely horrible.

“Come on! Grab your drink!”

Those were the famous last words your bunkmate said before she dragged you onto the dance floor. You remember the beat of the banjo playing so loudly as you moved to the beat. It was the last night of Ranger School, you had graduated earlier in the day, your friends and family had come and gone already to wish you well before they shipped you off to your assignments.

You weren’t alone on the dance floor, you were in Georgia, so when Sam Hunt was playing, the crowd tended to thicken up a bit. The noise got louder from people singing along, and although it wasn’t your go-to selection, it was fun in comparison to everything training had put you through. You remember feeling beer dripping down your jeans as you jumped up and down with the mix of Ranger graduates and town locals, but you didn’t mind one second of it. You just loved having the excuse to wear something other than your green service uniform.

As the song reached its last minute, you had started to sing along to the lyrics, your laugh was contagious by those around you as you enjoyed the celebration. You were drunk, there was no two ways about it, and you weren’t alone in that, everyone around you was too. Some people attempted to line dance, because choreographed moves were the perfect thing for a bunch of drunks, but everyone seemed to make it work. Except him. And you heard his voice in your ear as you were trying to keep up with those around you in the last moments of the song.

“Can you show me how to do this shit so I don’t make a total fucking ass of myself?”

You smiled at the comment, and turned to him. Lopez. You had worked with him over your summer of training, but to say you knew him well would have been an exaggeration.

“And you think I know what I’m doing?” You chuckled as you looked back at him. “I’m just following everyone else. It’s like a kick kick step step turn thing.”

“Right.” Gilly was trying to catch up as he moved next to you. It was hilarious to watch but it was also nice, having someone else with you that didn’t exactly know what was happening. “Man, I wish they’d turn this country shit off.” He whispered to himself as he tried to follow along with his feet.

As the song came to a close, you spoke up to him. “Didn’t peg you as the line dancing type.”

“I’m running a bet with the guys.” He pointed back to his group of friends. “Longest one to stay out on the dance floor, actually trying, gets their tab taken care of.”

“You do realize we’re in a bar full of locals who love buying drinks for anyone in the service?” You frowned at him.

“Yea but there’s just something really fulfilling about Timmer paying my tab off for me, you know?” He was laughing back with you.

Now that, you understood. Timmer was a real asshole, said things that got under everyone’s skin so if that was what was on the line, you’d help Lopez out. The song changed, it slowed down. A crowd of people left the dance floor, while a new crowd also filled it. Gilly looked around and saw just one person he was in on the bet with left on the floor with someone in their arms.

“Need a partner?” You spoke up, hand extended out to him. Out of nerves, he laughed and took your hand in his, your other arm moved to hang around his shoulder loosely as you both began swaying to the music.

“Thanks for helping me out.” Gilly said to break the silent tension.

“Look, anything to make Timmer get the shit end of a stick, but I’m thinking I should negotiate something out of this deal for myself.” You made a face as if you were thinking.

“I mean, fair is fair.” Gilly said as he took the lead and moved you around the dance floor. “What’d you have in mind.”

It was a tactic, but it worked, it had you shocked for a minute that he had taken the lead.

“I want my tab covered, too.” There were likely a million other things you could have negotiated from this, his dessert during meal time, laundry, literally anything but you were so caught off-guard you just said something quickly.

“Deal.” He agreed quickly.

Both of you stopped talking and continued to move slowly, swaying back and forth, the silence between you both allowed you to hear the lyrics of the song.

“You and me, wild and free. Way out in the woods, nobody for miles.”

Those lyrics brought you back to the present moment, in your shared home with Gilly that way out in the woods, nobody for miles. Now, some probably would have said that was the night that started it all between you, but after those dances, and a few drinks, both of you went back to your respective bunks and didn’t speak to each other until a week later when you were both deployed to the 2nd battalion in the 75th Ranger Regiment, and well, that bonded you two differently. Those two months on the home base in Washington is where the both of you fell in love, whatever that meant for two active duty Rangers. After those 2 months, they shipped you out to your tour assignment, where things got dark.

You stood there, getting lost in your thoughts as your brain wrapped itself around a new set of memories, ones that were heavy and hard to even think of. The memories of being on combat duty, seeing things that were burned in your mind as a souvenir of your two tours, and the one that constantly replayed in your head. The memory of being dishonorably discharged because you refused to follow orders. Before you could think further on it, you jumped at the sound of your dog barking. Your eyes moved to the driveway, the sound of the gravel crunching was mumbled under the music and the rain but it was still prevalent. The rain distorted the view out of the window, but you could see the black town car rolling down your driveway, which was otherwise empty. You lived easily 30 minutes from town or any person, neighbor, or establishment, and that was purposeful. When you got discharged, Gilly got sent backshortly after on leave with you for a week. The two of you were already married but had no place to call home and with you being done with the military, it was time to set down roots. Roots that wouldn’t push you into a PTSD fit constantly, you liked being off the beaten path, you liked being unbothered, on your own. On your own. Those three words instantly meant something completely different now as you stared at the black car in the driveway. Everyone knew the black town car pulling up, unexpected, to the home was the news. The news no one wanted to get, but being deployed yourself prepared you for it in a way that explained the solitude in your heart and lack of panic. You moved away from the window before anyone exited the car, you took the few minutes you knew you had before someone rang the bell to kneel down and be eye to eye with your pup.

“I wish you were going to understand what was about to happen, buddy.” Your hand scratched behind his ears. You saw his nose wiggle as he sniffed the air, and he let out a little whine while looking at you.

You let out a sigh, and closed your eyes. That’s when the doorbell rang. As your dog ran to the door, you knelt there for 30 more seconds, preparing yourself mentally to hear the news.

The words rattled in your brain before anyone even said them to you, it was your brain's way of preparing you before you got up to answer the door. The commandant of the Army Rangers 75th Regiment and Second Battalion has entrusted me to express his deepest regrets that your husband, Gilberto Lopez, was killed in action. It was then that you realized you’d find out when and how, and that’s when you held your breath. It’d affect you differently, because you knew the logistics of things, how to read between the lines of what was told to you. Before another thought filled your head, you were standing up and making your way to the door and opening it wide.

Immediately your dog was out the door whining and jumping on the person in front of you. You thought you felt your breath hitch, I mean you were seeing a dead man, or what you convinced yourself in the last 5 minutes was a dead man, standing in front of you but you were frozen, until he spoke.

“Hey buddy boy, I missed you, yea, hello.” He spoke to the dog, his backpack still on but the other bag was discarded to his right as he let your dog greet him joyfully. “You been takin’ care of our girl, right?” He said as he stood back up and you felt the breath you were holding release and suddenly you were launching into his arms.

He let out a woah mixed in between a chuckle as he steadied himself and wrapped his arms around you to embrace you back. You both hugged for what felt like eternity, eventually he moved both of you into the house to avoid getting anymore wet from the rain. You still had your hands wrapped around his neck, your heads were next to each other when he whispered something to you.

“What happened? I’m gone for a few months and you got that country shit playing?”

When the laugh left your mouth it’s when you realized you were crying.

“Hey, you’re not allowed to say that when it’s our song.” You pulled away so you could look at him now.

“See, country music’s got you crying.” His thumb moved to wipe your tears away, the smile on his face was big, he was happy to be home, happy to not be thinking about everything– anything.

“I thought you were dead.” You said as his hands cupped your face.

“I’m surprised I’m not.” His face hardened almost immediately as he shifted to talk to you seriously.

“You back for good?” Staring into his eyes, you looked for an answer, but were only coming up with pain and exhaustion.

“I’m back for good.” He nodded and moved to place his backpack down.

“It’s hard being home.” You said, hating to break the moment but you knew it was inevitable to talk about.

“It’s hard being deployed.” Gilly answered.

You looked into his eyes again, it was obvious to you that they were eyes that had seen a lot. You knew that since your eyes looked the same when you were sent home. The difference between him and you was he was there longer, whatever happened when you weren’t there was going to haunt him.

“Back for good.” You repeated his statement, trying to wrap your brain around what that meant, what you both were in store for but you were quickly interrupted by a kiss.

As your eyes closed, you melted into the touch. His lips on yours brought you back in time, to your first kiss, your wedding day, then the day you were sent home, saying goodbye to him. But now he was home, and he was kissing you hello.

“You and me, wild and free.” He said the lyrics from the song that brought you two here as he rested his forehead on yours.

“I thought you hated country music.”

“I fuckin’ do. But I also fuckin’ love you.”

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half-diety · 6 months ago

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Tagged by @glasscushion, thank you this was fun to do💕

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can)

h - Halfway to Hell - Jelly Roll

a - Alcatraz - Hallucinate

l - Like a Villain - Bad Omens

f - Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

d - Do Better - Stormzy

i - It's Called: Freefall - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

e - everything i wanted - Billie Eilish

t - Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token

y - You and I - PVRIS

As you can see from this somewhat unhinged selection, my music taste is all over the place lol

Tagging: @seafoampearlygirl @monacotrophywife @nosmokewithoutpancakes @sleepdeprivedquerencia @atimelessdream @formulatrash @n-ico-ando @vro0m @maudlintrash

#i realized after tagging that some of the urls are really long 😅#please feel free to ignore in any case #tag games #music #anna.txt

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bloombubs · 1 year ago

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part one — mask or nothing at all

☄. *. ⋆ pairings: vigilante x female oc

☄. *. ⋆ synopsis: in which a girl is called upon for a mission and arrives a month early to evergreen, washington. a trip to the convenience store doesn't go too well, but she meets an annoyingly charming vigilante. [7.1k words]

☄. *. ⋆ warning(s): a lot. violence, creepy men, blood, guns, profanity, talks of murder, murder, scout's a little fucked in the head, vigilante's nonsense, nsfw content, minors dni, consensual sex, praising, spanking, male receiving oral.

☄. *. ⋆ a/n: first time writing and publishing smut. i just had to get a fanfic out for vigilante. please be careful reading. none of it's realistic, but c'mon lol. let me have comically cruel characters. please enjoy as well! contains season 1 spoilers.

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EVERY CITY HAS A GRAVEYARD

–that’s what Scout tells herself. Sometimes, the smallest cities have the biggest secrets–Evergreen, Washington being one of them. A small, uneventful town plagued by drug and human trafficking, homicides, hate crimes, organized and white-collar crimes, and now, apparently, aliens.

Scout’s body count was high, but never once did an alien fall on the list. Not that she knew of anyway.

Her eyes burned from hours spent poring over the case intel. 'Butterflies?' The name sent a shiver down her spine; she loathed insects. Scout would rather face bullets and waterboarding than endure the sight of a worm on the sidewalk. The case file contained no photographs of these 'Butterflies,' but Harcourt, her colleague, assured her they had nothing to do with bugs.

Then what’s the point of the name?

Slamming the laptop shut, Scout emitted a strange grunt as she pushed herself up from the rickety dining table. Amanda Waller had a knack for selecting the perfect hideaways for these covert missions. This hotel room boasted an uncomfortable bed and a cramped bathroom that could barely accommodate her in case of injury. However, the kitchen was passable, and the TV provided a decent signal.

Her brown eyes flickered to the clock, confirming it was the dead of night, and her stomach grumbled with hunger.

To the gas station it is.

Scout never minded going for walks, part of her missed having a walkable city. She watched cars pass by, their tires creating gentle splashes on the wet pavement. The distant rumble of thunder added an ominous tone to the night, as if nature itself conspired with the town's dark secrets. She exchanged faint smiles with civilians walking their dogs, their fur-covered companions providing a small comfort in this unsettling place. It took every ounce of self-restraint for Scout not to drop to her knees and pet the passing canines.

The girl nodded her head along to the music playing through her headphones, her hands dropped by her side and readily available if she needed to reach for her gun. She never left her room without it. An attachment, a well trained machine that only did one thing.

Scout's eyebrows furrowed as she observed a young woman darting out of the convenience store. She held tightly onto her purse before rushing into her car. Scout tilted her head to one side, feeling a satisfying crack in her neck.

Under the dim glow of a neon green sign, the rain-slicked pavement mirrored the reflection of puddles and the harsh fluorescence from the overhead lights. The acrid stench of cigarette smoke mixed with the lingering scent of spilled oil filled the air. Scout couldn't shake the feeling that this was no place for a woman to be alone, especially at this hour.

Her eyes remained fixed on the store's entrance, a sense of unease settling in her gut as she watched, waiting to see if a man would emerge, perhaps the reason for the girl's anxious demeanor.

Once the woman had driven away, Scout cautiously approached the sliding doors of the convenience store. As she stepped inside, the bell above the door chimed softly.

The store was eerily empty. No one stood behind the cash register. Scout moved silently, her footsteps muted by the dull linoleum flooring. She explored each aisle, her eyes scanning over the array of chips, candies, beef jerky, and medicines–maybe she wasn’t hungry, nothing sounds appetizing. Her senses were honed in on the distant chatter emanating from behind the towering freezer units. A few men, their voices lighthearted and giggly, laughed like mischievous children.

Scout continued to move through the store, her feigned interest in the products hiding her true intentions. She couldn't help but notice the grimy floors, marred by years of foot traffic and questionable stains that hinted at countless untold stories.

“Can I help you lady?” Suddenly, a voice broke her concentration, and she pulled out one of her headphones. The source was a man behind the counter, wearing a worn-out wife beater and a gold chain hanging around his neck. A half-smoked cigarette dangled from his thinning lips.

“No, I’m just browsing.” he replied, her voice flat. Her gaze lingered on the man, noting the pocket knife tucked into his left pocket, a detail not lost on her.

“Looking for anything specific? We got stuff in the back.” He jutted his thumb to a door, a lazy smile on his face.

She pinched her lips together, irritation bubbling beneath her calm exterior. “No, like I said, just browsing.” She replied curtly, her eyes narrowing at the man. He sighed, exhaling a plume of smoke as he continued to scrutinize her, his eyes flickering between her and his phone.

Moments later, another figure emerged from the back room, a larger man cloaked in a black jacket and inexplicably wearing sunglasses indoors, despite the late hour. The cashier nodded subtly in Scout's direction, prompting the larger man to approach her.

“What’s your name, little lady?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, his lips curling into a sly smile.

Scout’s skin crawled under his intrusive gaze, instinctively taking a small step backwards, creating a bit of space between them.

“What’s yours, big boy?” Scout replied, her tone laced with a sarcastic smirk. Her bravado was not well received by the man. He tilted his sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose, his calculating eyes taking in her appearance. Scout couldn't shake the feeling that she was being dissected like a specimen.

Her baggy shirt hung loose, practically covering her Snoopy pajama shorts. It was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra, a detail that seemed to draw his gaze and press him forward. His eyes lingered on her with unsettling intensity, and she clenched her jaw to keep from showing her discomfort. “Nice Snoopy shorts,” he commented with a lecherous grin. “Pretty short, huh? Not leaving much to the imagination.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” the cashier chimed in, joining the unsettling conversation. “She’s too pretty, it’s a free show for us.” The cashier laughed, shaking his head.

Scout's stomach churned at their crude conversation.

“I can show you what I keep hidden in my shorts.” she responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She batted her eyelashes playfully at the man, her hand inching toward her waist in a slow, deliberate motion. The man raised his eyebrows, intrigued, and the cashier let out a low whistle as he stood up from his stool. In a swift motion, the girl held her gun up to his head and pressed the trigger without hesitation.

Blood splattered everywhere.

“What the fuck–” Scout moved her gaze over to the cashier who threw the pocketknife he way. She dodged it easily before pulling the trigger again, shooting him straight in the forehead.

The sound of her gun firing reverberated through the store, a sharp crack that shattered the eerie silence and caught the attention of the men hiding in the freezers. Panic and confusion washed over their faces as they scrambled to react.

Their aims were messy, a cacophony of wild shots fired in her direction, their desperation palpable. But Scout was in her element now. With precision and ease, she countered each shot, the echoes of her own gunfire blending with the dissonance of their futile attempts.

She continued to pull the trigger, each bullet finding its mark with chilling accuracy. As she mowed down the goons one by one, the rhythmic notes of her jazz music played on in her ears.Her therapist recommended listening to jazz to soothe her mind.

Her therapist was right, this was soothing.

The girl was in a trance as she aimed her gun at each of the creeps. Her mind operated on autopilot, and she hardly had to think about anything. This was second nature to her; she could do it with her eyes closed. The adrenaline surged through her, almost feeling addicting in some strange way. This was her element—she had been trained to be this efficient, this callous.

“Do you just kill without a mask on? You should really protect your identity.” Scout’s trance shattered by a voice, chiding her, cutting through the silence. Her fingers tightened around the gun in her hand, glancing down at the weapon, her palms stained red. Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, finding a suited man with a mask standing behind her. His head was tilted to the side, appearing curious.

Lifeless bodies scattered on the convenience store floor, blood pooling at her sneakers, and the stranger didn’t flinch at the sight.

Given the circumstances, his tone was strangely casual. Observing the girl, he chuckled, a hint of amusement. “Are you wearing pajamas too?”

Scout's heart raced as she faced this unexpected intruder. Her therapist's jazz music still played softly in the background, a stark contrast to the mayhem that had unfolded.

Scout scolded herself for dissociating; she was being reckless, and she had promised Harcourt she would keep a low profile.

The girl crossed her arms, mimicking his head tilt–he seemed oddly at ease amidst the carnage at their feet. He approached one of the bodies and lifted it by the back of their head. “You beat me to it,” he tsked, dropping the head back into a puddle of their own blood and turning his attention back to Scout.

“Who are you?” Scout furrowed her brows, watching the mysterious figure nonchalantly walk around the convenience store, picking up random items off the counter, reading the ingredients.

“Vigilante. Some call me Vig, but you can call me Vigilante–we aren’t friends yet.” He replied, his words carrying a rambling, carefree quality that contrasted sharply with the macabre scene around them.

“And what did I beat you to, Vigilante?”

"Oh, these were awful men. I've been tracking them for a few days after overhearing something on the street. There are just so many gas stations here in Evergreen. So, I went to all of them, listening and observing to find the traffickers. Tonight, I wanted to check out this place, and what do I find? You're killing like a motherfucker. It's impressive. Kind of hot too," he replied, his words a strange mixture of admiration and amusement as he put his hands on his hips.

“Thanks,” Scout nodded her head, acknowledging Vigilante’s words, her mind processing the fact that he didn’t seem to pose an immediate threat to her. Carefully, she stepped over the lifeless bodies, their blood splattered against the skin of her bare legs. Her eyes scanned the aisles of the store as she moved, while he couldn’t remove his gaze off her legs. Faint music played in the background, some of the most popular songs in the world.

“So, you’re new to Evergreen. It’s hard to not miss when someone is new to the town–especially when they start murdering people.” Vigilante started, following close behind the girl. “But you murdered bad guys, so I’m fine with that–really. I think I’ve only killed a few people by accident–even then, mistakes happen.” She could have sworn he looked up at her for validation regarding that statement. “I’m just happy that there is one less murderer in the area, you know?”

Technically, there would be a new murderer in town.

"Usually, when I do this, no one sees me. So, don't tell anyone about me, okay?" she warned, her voice carrying a hint of a threat, pushing her finger into his chest as she stared through the red visor. “Or else you will join the guys on the ground over there.” She added, a sweet smile playing on her lips. She held bags of chips and candy in her free hand, the casualness of her appearance contrasting starkly with the gruesome scene around them.

Vigilante’s eyes remained locked onto Scout’s hand as it rested on his chest, his gaze unyielding. Her threat was adorable to him. “Do you have a name I can call you by?”

“Scout,” she replied simply as she placed her items on the counter and pulled out her wallet to lay a crisp twenty-dollar bill down. Despite the obscured visor, she had a sense that Vigilante was watching her, and he didn’t seem to make any effort to hide his curiosity. His eyes raked over her body.

Vigilante’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but comment, “You’re paying for those items? That’s kind of hot. Following the law and everything.” He leaned against one of the aisles, knocking over a few bowls of ramen. His words seemed to tumble out of his mouth, and his tone shifted as he continued, “I was going to see if you were stealing because then we would have a problem, Scout. And I don’t want you to be a problem.”

Scout doubt that Vigilante would do anything to her, he seemed like a fucked up puppy to her.

She blinked a few times, processing Vigilante’s ramblings. “Why would it be a problem if I didn’t pay? Because it’d be stealing?” Her eyes flickered to the dead bodies on the floor, before going back to the masked individual. She’s trying to make sense of his logic.

"Exactly!" Vigilante exclaimed, clapping his gloved hands together. "You get it. All crimes are crimes."

Scout couldn't help but add, "Except when you kill the criminal," reminding herself of her own justifications for her actions. She believed that what she did wasn't a crime but rather a necessary service to rid the streets of vile people. She was relieved to find someone who seemed to share her thought process to some extent.

She nodded her head in understanding, feeling a strange connection with Vigilante at that moment.

She wouldn’t kill a thief for taking a few bags of chips and a candy bar, but apparently Vigilante would.

“I don't think all of this adds up to twenty bucks. Go pick something out,” Scout suggested to Vigilante, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. As she spoke, her gaze settled on him. Vigilante’s posture perked up as he scanned the dimly lit aisles, counting out loud the prices of various items he selected.

Vigilante's posture perked up as he scanned the dimly lit aisles of the convenience store. He counted out loud the prices of various items, his gloved finger hovering over each one as if he were solving a puzzle.

He took his time, his indecision evident in the way he debated between the options. The overhead fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows across his masked face, accentuating the red visor covering his eyes. Considering his choices, Scout found herself observing him more closely. His sweet tooth was apparent; his hands hovered over more candy selections than the chips or jerky. He even contemplated a protein bar before settling on a Snickers bar. Vigilante gathered all of his cravings and placed them on the counter.

With their selections bagged separately, they made their way to the store's exit. The automatic door slid open with a soft whoosh, and the cool evening breeze of Evergreen swept over them. The streetlights overhead cast a warm, amber glow onto the two figures. Vigilante towered over Scout in height, his identity shrouded in secrecy beneath his costume, while she stood there in her blood-stained pajamas, an unusual and striking contrast.

“Are you not going to eat anything I just got you?” Scout popped a Skittle into her mouth as they walked, savoring the sugary taste. She sucked on the candy between her teeth, enjoying the distraction. Given the considerable time Vigilante spent debating over his choices, she had anticipated he would dive straight into his snacks.

“I can't risk you seeing me eat. You can see my chin and then my lips—and that's one-third of a face. You could easily pick me out in a lineup,” he said, his tone serious. His masked visage stared at her through the red visor.

Vigilante’s response brought a smirk to Scout’s lips and a scoff, “You’re something else.” She tilted her head upward, meeting his obscured gaze. There was an appreciative glint in her brown eyes for his dedication.

“Sorry Scout, I don’t murder people in my pajamas recklessly. I would be able to pick you out in a crowd of people. Short girl, brown eyes—is that a Jewish nose? Brown hair, possibly in her pajamas, she got these nice lips, she scowls a lot too—“

Scout couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Vigilante's meticulous description of her features. She found herself both amused and intrigued by his attention to detail amidst their unusual meeting. The two vigilantes walked back to her place in the dead of the night.

“I don’t scowl a lot.” She retorted playfully, her lips curving into a grin. Part of him reminded Scout of Peter.

No.

She popped another Skittle into her mouth.

“You’re scowling right now, Scout. Like you’re permanently frowning or lost in thought.” Vigilante observed, with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Are you not worried about wrinkles when you’re older?”

Scout stopped scowling at his comment and looked at him curiously. “Would you snitch on me in a line up?”

“Uh, probably not. You’d probably be dead because I would take care of it before the cops.” Vigilante replied with a nonchalant shrug, after a moment of silence and tapping his chin.

“Huh,” she mused, considering the implications of his response.

“Would you?”

“I ain’t doing any work for the cops. They can’t get shit done, so yeah—you’d be dead because I would take care of it before them,” she responded matter-of-factly. She shook her Skittles bag, looking through the remaining colors.

Vigilante paused their conversation, which caught Scout’s attention. She stopped in her tracks, the unspoken tension hanging in the air. “What?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of wariness.

“Nothing,” Vigilante replied, his voice taking on a slightly higher pitch, trying to divert her attention from the fact he was sporting an inconvenient hard-on at the moment. He couldn't help but imagine her hands around him, reminiscent of how she handled the gun. “Did you walk all the way here?” He asked, changing the subject.

Scout, a master of reading between the lines, recognized the shift in their conversation. She responded with a hint of sarcasm, "Yeah. That’s why I wore my sneakers and not my slippers." She observed him slowly before deciding to continue walking.

“Huh. That’s fair.” Vigilante remarked, his voice betraying the lingering tension in the air. “You have to have good foot support. I can’t imagine anything bad happening to my toes. I wear steel-toed boots just in case,” Vigilante explained.

"Do you really?" Scout inquired, her gaze flickering down at his shoes and then back up to his uniform, her curiosity about him piqued.

"Why would I lie about what shoes I wear?" he retorted, a perplexed expression crossing his masked face.

“You got me there.” She was unable to suppress a small chuckle at the absurdity of the conversation, as if their whole interaction wasn’t absurd.

“Is Scout your real name?” Vigilante asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. The silence between them had grown for a moment, making them both a bit uneasy. It was bold for someone to ask them their name without even wanting to eat in front of them–for risk of identity.

“No, it’s my alias.” She dismissed, small laughter leaving her lips as if it was her real name. She doesn’t know Vigilante well enough, but she had a hunch he would laugh at her name.

“What’s your real name? You don’t look like a Scout, but I guess the more I say it, the more you could be a Scout. Were you a Girl Scout?” Vigilante rambled off a line of questions, genuinely intrigued by her.

“No, I was a sniper scout in the Marines.” She raised an eyebrow, “Sorry, Vigilante, only friends can call me my real name.” She paused for a moment, reflecting on how long it had been since someone had used her real name. The weight of her history lingered in the air, the memories of those long-gone days resurfacing in her mind.

Now is not the time.

“I think we’re friends now.” Vigilante noted with a smile, though his expression remained concealed behind his mask. He had yet to share any real information about himself, other than the implication of friends and he’s been in Evergreen for a long period of time.

“It doesn’t take long to be your friend, then.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek and shrugged her shoulders. She casted furtive glances at Vigilante, attempting to discern any hint of his features that played in the shadows and light.

“Are you just walking me all the way back to my place?” Scout soon realized they were practically at her place, the temporary hotel room she would call home for the duration of her mission.

The night had settled around the two, casting a serene hush over the empty streets as a symphony of crickets filled the air with their songs. “Yeah, it’s dangerous outside.” Vigilante replied, his masked face turning toward the streets. “Not every night, but most.”

Scout smiled, concealing a laugh by popping a few more skittles in her mouth. As if she just didn’t murder three grown men a few blocks away at this point. She didn’t want to think that Vigilante was walking her home–it meant something sweet to her, somewhere in her mind. Her guard was down while walking beside Vigilante. Part of her enjoyed the feeling of relaxing, while the other made her anxious.

She reached her destination, jiggling her keys into the doorknob with Vigilante holding her bag of snacks from the convenience store. “You’re staying here?” He asked.

“It’s not shabby…you can come in if you’d like.” Scout offered.

“Really?” Vigilante replied with a touch of surprise in his voice.

“Get in before I regret it.”

Vigilante walked into her room without another word. His eyes flickered around the place, noting how organized she kept it. The room smelt of a sweet candle, not a crumb on any of her surfaces, and her bed sheets neatly tucked. Maybe she was psycho.

Scout moved around the room with the same fluidity and precision that he had witnessed earlier in her actions. She stowed her gun away in the nightstand, all the while Vigilante observed her with a keen eye. As if she was a well-oiled machine, each action deliberate and efficient.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than he intended, although shamelessly, his thoughts drifting into dangerous territory. Her slender figure, the way her pajamas hung off her body, all of it was impossible for him to ignore, especially with the blood that splattered on her skin.

“You have blood on the back of your leg.” He closed the distance between them to point out the stain on her legs. She tilted her head upward, attempting to meet his gaze through the visor, while his obscured eyes were locked onto her’s. With a nonchalant toss, he discarded his gloves on the floor, his thumb moving to delicately wipe away the crimson mark from her cheek. His hands bore the unmistakable roughness of calloused fingers. “You also have blood on your cheek too.”

The room seemed to hold its breath as the two stood in such close proximity.

“I saw you take condoms from the convenience store.” Scout broke the silence, confronting Vigliante, her voice steady but laced with curiosity. She didn’t move away from him, his hand still on her cheek.

“What?” He stammered, caught off guard by her observation. His usual composure slipped momentarily. He withdrew his hand from her cheek, only for her to seize his wrist and encircled it with her thin fingers.

“Were they for me?” Scout asked unapologetically.

“Pft, no. That’s kind of crazy. Right?” Vigilante attempted to deflect the question, sounding unsure of himself. This marked a stark contrast to his earlier assurance throughout the night.

“No, not really.” Scout responded with a teasing smirk.

“Are you flirting with me?” Vigilante asked, a hint of incredulity in his tone.

“You’re the one that bought condoms.” Glancing at the bag on the table, she noticed the faint outline of the condom box through the sheer plastic.

“Yea, it was hot watching you kill those men in Snoopy pajamas.” He tried defending himself, but only admitting the truth. Vigilante’s fingers tentatively tugging at the hem of her shorts, his touch grazing her thigh.

He was succumbing to his instincts.

“Because they’re short?” She narrowed her eyes at him, skeptical, wondering if Vigilante could kill the mood if he managed to repeat the unsettling words that the creeps had spoken to her that lead to their demise.

“That’s a bonus, but just the fact they’re pajamas is what made it hot—“ Before Vigilante could complete his thought, Scout leaned in to Vigilante, pressing up on her toes to reach him. Her fingers inching towards the hem of his mask, her fingers hooking underneath. He quickly reacted, yanking her hand away.

“What the fuck?” She whispered, this time she withdrew her hand from him.

“No, you can see my face in a line up if I ever get arrested.” he protested, his hands gripping onto her hips now. She could feel his fingers digging into her skin, his voice not matching his actions.

“Really?” Scout raised an eyebrow, full of disbelief.

“Really.” He never sounded so sure of himself–despite the urge to kiss her, to devour and get a taste. His thumb grazed over her lip, slightly tugging downwards on it.

“So you’re going to fuck me without your lips?”

“Sorry Scout—either it's a mask on or nothing at all.”

A silent beat passed over the two. “You’re lucky I think you’re hot with a mask on.” She whispered, her hands pressed against his chest before pushing him down on the bed. She slowly crawled on top of him, splitting her legs so she could sit on his hips. Her brown hair cascaded around her face as she looked at the details of Vigilante’s suit.

Vigilante’s heart began to race at the sight of her hovering over her. His eyes flickered around the features of her face. Vigilante laid there considering the consequences of taking off his mask. He could keep his identity safe or be able to taste her lips–or even bite down on them, taste the salt on her skin, tug on the soft flesh of her thighs and taste her.

“Take off your suit.” She ordered, her hand tracing out the details of his suit. Her voice brought him out of his thoughts and he nodded his head. Eagerly, he began unbuckling his belt. Scout grew impatient, watching his hands scramble. She yanked the belt off herself and Vigilante lifted his hips in the air as she pulled off the thick fabric.

Vigilante’s cock sprung against his stomach, thick and heavy.

“You go commando in your suit?” She whispered, a bit amused, as his pants piled on the floor. She lifted herself off of Vigilante, slipping in between his legs and resting on her knees at the foot of the bed. Vigilante leaned on his elbows to catch the sight of Scout.

“Sometimes, I don’t like the feeling of my boxers and–” He gasped when he felt her thumb run over his tip, smearing the beads of precum. He watched in awe as she brought the thumb to her lips, tasting him. She kept her eyes trained on him–her confidence intimidating Vigilante, but turning him on immensely–his cock throbbing.

Gently, Scout took it in one hand, admiring that her fingers barely wrapped around its girth. She wrapped her lips around the head, flicking her tongue over it. A loud moan escaped Vigilante’s mouth, sounding muffled from the mask, as his hips bucked into her mouth involuntarily. He leaned up more, his hands pulling on her hair.

“Fuck, you got a pretty little mouth, Scout.” He sucked in air harshly through his teeth.

Scout pumped the base with her hand as her tongue dragged against the prominent vein on his cock to the tip. He tugged a handful of her hair. The girl hummed as she bobbed her head, hollowing out her cheeks. Vigilante’s head tilted backwards. “You feel so fucking good,” Vigilante praised Scout. When she hummed again, his hips jerked until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged—he wanted to ask if it was okay, but she kept going.

She felt her cheeks burn at the praise, pressing her thighs tightly together to give some friction to her throbbing clit as she focused on Vigilante’s cock. She would never admit how much she’s enjoying being praised by him. The taste, the weight of Vigilante’s cock in her mouth and the sounds he was making–it soaked her pajama shorts. His cock felt so heavy on her tongue and in her throat, Scout might even consider this therapeutic.

Vigilante pulled on her hair harder, his hand deciding the pace for her, the tempo increasing with every pump. Tears pricked down her face, her mouth dripping with drool, and her breathing ragged from getting fucked in the throat.

“S’pretty when you take me in like this. I thought you were cute killing those men, but the sight of you choking on my cock has to be a top favorite.” Vigilante tugged on her hair more, a moan wrapped around his cock. He pulled her back for a moment, his thumb wiping away the spit dripping from her chin.

Scout looked up at Vigilante with her wide, teary eyes and he dropped the hold he hand on her hair before stripping off his suit's top. All the armor clanked to the floor and she slowed her movement down, pulling away from his cock with a pop.

“You’re such a good girl, Scout. Fucking gorgeous when you’re a mess.” Vigilante praised, looking down at her.

Scout wanted to yank the mask off his face and see who was praising her like this.

His chest was covered in freckles and a few scars. He lifted her chin up, wiping her face from all her drool, guiding her off her knees. Her movements were so mesmerizing–Vigilante swore everything was in slow motion as she stripped off her shirt and shorts. She shimmied out of them, her skin looked soft as velvet. A gnarly scar on her arm caught his attention, but was quickly redirected.

“Get your ass over here,” Vigilante grumbled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her on top of him. His hands immediately cupped her breast, fondling the swells. His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples, a mewl leaving her lips. Her voice sounded more raspy from sucking him off than it did earlier. He pulled on her nipple before pressing his mask into her chest.

He looked at her tits in awe, as if they were a new shiny gun in his arsenal.

And Scout could safely say no one ever motorboated her with a mask on.

She pressed her body against his, feeling his cock pressed the inside of her thigh. She never thought she would appreciate the warmth of his chest. Her hands gripped onto his broad shoulders, her hands moving down to squeeze his biceps. The girl grinded her hips against his, lifting herself upward to feel his tip grazing her entrance. His hands dropped from her tits and squeezed her ass, followed by a spank.

“Fuck Vig,” she gasped. Vigilante guided her hips downwards, her wet slicks soaking the tip of his dick.

“I guess you can call me Vig, I think we’re friends. Really good friends, but not my best—” Scout sat on his cock, causing the both to gasp. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her ass as she bounced against his hips.

She leaned back, her hands supporting herself on his knees. Vigilante’s eyes raked over her body, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing and how she chewed on her lower lip, her breath hitching when he would rut his hips upwards.

He brought his hand to her clit, massaging in a circle motion with his thumb. Scout squeezed her thighs, clenching her walls around him. He watched through the red visor of his cock disappearing inside of her with each roll of her hips.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Riding me like that?” He groaned, his hands moving to grip into her thighs, her skin softer than velvet. “S’fucking pretty,” she still had blood on her face. His hand cupped her jaw, pulling him in close to her. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as her knees dug into the mattress to support her.

Vigilante dragged his finger against her lips and she bit down on it. He enjoyed that more than he should have. Her lips wrapped around his thumb, her tongue pressed against his digit.

“I wish I could sit on your face. It would be so nice, Vig. You just need to lift your mask, even just above the lips.” Her voice is soft against his finger. Scout gently grazed the hem of his mask again, her eyes peering into the red visor. “With all your talkin’, I’m sure you know how to use your mouth—“

But god, he’s already feeling how warm and tight her pussy was.

“Scout, no—“

The girl halted in her movements against his dick. She’s scowling again, despite Vigilante’s thumb massaging her clit and how she shuddered underneath his touch. His hands felt drawn to her hips, wanting to keep her moving, but he was focused on her voice.

“Fuck me from behind, Vig.”

“What?”

“I said fuck me from behind. You don’t deserve to see my face if I can’t see yours.”

Something about Scout ordering Vigilante made him weak. He wanted to obey her. Maybe it’s her pretty eyes or the control she held over him as she sat on his cock, warming him. Or maybe no other girl had really bossed him around in the bedroom before—no other girl came onto Vigilante like this in general.

Vigilante didn’t miss a beat. His hands lifted underneath her thighs, off his cock, and flipped her over on the mattress onto her back. She knew exactly what she wanted as she sat on all fours for him. She taunted him, swaying her ass in front of him.

Standing up from the mattress, he stood at the edge of the bed and yanked her hips closer to him. A squeal escaped her lips, not expecting Vigilante to pull so hard.

“I’m going to ruin you tonight, okay?” He teased her pussy, his tip slipping through her folds. She’s whining, her hands are gripping onto the bed sheets. Her back muscles flexed and he admired the dimples on her lower back. “But in a way you would enjoy, because this is supposed to be fun–two consenting adults and–” Vigilante rambled, his hands rubbing his cock against her slit, covering his length in his juices.

“Vig,” she whined, the sound cutting off his rambling. His rough hand pressed down on her back, lifting her ass in the air more. Vigilante spanked her, the loud clap echoed through the room.

“What was that for?” She sounded breathless, almost desperate to get fucked right now. Vigilante admired the vibrant red print he left on her ass. “You’re whining. Good girls don’t whine, do they?” His fingers dug into the folds of her hips, the roughness of his hands pressed against her stomach.

Scout didn’t necessarily know the man teasing her, but enough to know he was fucked in the head and how to make her pussy throb. She hated being told what to do, but the way his voice sounded and how his touch affected her, maybe she would cave into her desires for once.

The moan that escaped Scout’s lips when Vigilante barely put the tip in would be a memory he would masturbate too. He kept her back pushed down as he slipped his cock into her wet, warm pussy. Scout pressed her face into the sheets of her bed, her nails dragging against the fabric.

Once Vigilante felt her walls stretch fully around his cock, he let out a sigh. Scout didn’t expect it to feel such a struggle—she had to sleep with bigger men than him before, right? She had a fling with a Gotham vigilante, broad shoulders and a red mask—he was a lot to handle.

Before Scout had a moment to think of anything else, Vigilante grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head back before thrusting in and out of Scout. He easily found a steady tempo with an aggressive, harsh thrust. The sound of his skin hitting against her as his balls slapped against her clit was intoxicating to the two.

“Fuck, Scout–you feel so good–Fuck, fuck-” Vigilante cursed through gritted teeth, almost whimpering as he felt her clench around him. Her body jiggled with each thrust, the bed creaking at his rhythm.

“Vig,” Scout moaned, his hips snapping against her reddened ass. Between a thrust, Vigilante would spank her, again, again, and again. The soft flesh turned from red to purple in moments. He could sense Scout was growing weak from the position as he felt him needing to support under her stomach more.

“You're such a good girl for me, Scout.” Vigilante pulled on her hair more, pulling her now against his chest. He let go of her hair, a hand cupping one of her boobs, still providing her support, while he began massaging her clit again. “Be a good girl and stay up for me,” He whispered into her ear. She nodded her head, a gasp leaving her lips as he continued to roll his hips into her and thumbed her sensitive nub.

A euphoria she had barely remembered grew in the pit of her stomach. Her legs were shaking, unsure if it’s from the position or Vigilante. His hand trailed from her breast and wrapped around her throat. She whimpered at the feeling, her hand wrapping around his wrist. The man could feel her walls convulse around his cock, a cheeky grin grew on his face.

“Come on, Scout, you can cum for me. Be a good girl, cum all over my cock.” He whispered in her ear. She whined and nodded her head and her grasp around her throat tightened. Scout let out a gasp, her body tightening as she covered his dick with her juices. The feeling of her throbbing almost pushed Vigilante to the edge.

“Good girl, fuck—you’re going to make me cum.” His grip all around her body tightened as he picked up his pace. Scout still riding her high felt extra sensitive and removed his hand from her clit. Suddenly, Vigilante pushed her back down flat on the bed. His hand planted on the back of her head as he rammed into her sopping pussy.

“Vigilante–please,” She whined, her hands gripping onto the sheets. When she said his full name, something in him unraveled. His cum painted white streaks inside of her, coating her walls and filling her up good. His thrust slowed down, but he could feel his cock twitching inside of her.

The two were out of breath, ragged breathing as he pulled out of her. For a brief moment, he watched his cum drip out of her. Vigilante took a deep breath in, placing his hands on his hips.

“Fuck that was really good. Like really good. Maybe it’s because we didn’t use the condoms I bought.” His eyes flickered over to the table, untouched. His face flushed underneath the mask, taking in the sight of Scout on the bed. At that comment, the girl groaned.

“Oh! Let me get you cleaned up.” Vigilante walked around her room, poking through the doors until he found the bathroom. He got a wet rag before coming out to see Scout still laying on the bed. She flinched when the rag touched her inner thigh, but his touch was gentle as he took care of her.

“I can’t believe you’re still wearing the mask.” She breathed out, looking over her shoulder to see Vigilante, nude–other than the red visor peering back at her. Once he finished cleaning her, she sat up in bed, looking at him intently. Vigilante cleaned himself with the same rag before just tossing it on the ground, unaware of where to put it.

“My friend is never going to believe I slept with someone like you. He’d be so proud–” Vigilante sat back on the bed, his hand on her thigh. Scout raised an eyebrow, almost confused as to why he would bring up a friend so early after having sex.

“Right,” She cleared her throat, her eyes still glued onto the man in front of her. Swallowing, she pulled on her blankets and covered herself. Her hair sprawled out on the pillow below her. Vigilante gawked at her, admiring each of her movements.

“Can we do this again? Like soon? You’re really fun to hang out with. Maybe I can let you know about the next criminal–”

“Vigilante, do you want to cuddle with me? Stay the night?” Scout interrupted him, her eyes trained on his mask. The sheets felt cold and crisp on her skin. Parts of her body were stinging from the grasp Vigilante had on her body. She couldn’t shake the flustered feeling in her body.

“Am I allowed? Usually I’m not asked to stick around for this part.” If she could see underneath his mask, it would be a look of awe and hesitancy.

"Probably because keeping the mask on for a sleepover is a bit weird," Scout retorted, her playful tone breaking the tension. Vigilante meant even when he was out of his suit and as himself, not the superhero, he never got to stick around. Vigilante decided it wasn’t important to share that information.

With a hint of eagerness, Vigilante scrambled over to Scout and slid under the sheets alongside her. He wasted no time in pulling her close, his arm wrapping around her waist. The sudden movement elicited a surprised squeak from Scout.

Scout blinked for a moment, realizing she was letting Vigilante spoon her—not as if he was balls deep into her moments ago. She snuggled into his side, a bit hesitant. Not with Vigilante, but with herself.

Scout had built a protective emotional barrier around herself, especially when dealing with people in their line of work. But at that moment, she couldn't deny the longing she felt for human connection, the simple comfort of someone's presence in the stillness of the night.

Vigilante, masked and mysterious as he was, didn't immediately sense the tension within her. He nuzzled his masked face into the crook of her neck, unaware of the intricate layers of emotion and vulnerability hidden behind Scout's tough exterior.

“Goodnight, Scout.” He whispered into her ear.

“Goodnight, Vig,” She mumbled, closing her eyes.

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