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hiiii hello if you would ever like to rant about teen wolf s6a please do <3 i'm like five episodes in on my rewatch and i'm constantly oscillating between peeking at my phone like a proper zoomer and repeatedly asking myself where is theo my friend enemy theo.... i know he's here where is he...

Omg okay I will but you have to understand that this is the distillation of years in this fandom, the once loose coal of my irritation compressed into a diamond of haterism. There are parts of this season I love, and I've made peace with some of the stuff I complain about here.

But we're not here for peace. :)

Never Say "Pineal Gland" Again. The Ghost Riders are fun as a plot device. People being kidnapped and forgotten, a mystical train station, that's fun! Teen Wolf loves monstrous, seemingly unknowable villains, and does great with them in two ways, both of which 6A fails at:

The first option is to get inside their heads. The alpha of season 1, the kanima, the darach, the nogitsune, the Dread Doctors—all are introduced as deeply alien creatures whose inner lives and personal connections to the main cast are slowly revealed. 6A seems like it's going down that route, because the crew spends a lot of time trying to figure out and talk to the Ghost Riders, but there's no payoff: they just want to hunt forever and that's that. No personal history with anyone, no connections beyond a willingness to mind control Parrish and a bit of nervous shuffling around Lydia.

Which might still be fine, because the second option with characters like these is to make them window dressing for a charismatic villain, a la the oni with the nogitsune or the berserkers with Kate. This framework would be great for 6A if not for the fact that the villain in this case is Garrett "Brain-Eating Nazi Lion Wolf" Douglas.

Douglas does not get enough hate. I get that he's so forgettable, what else is there to say besides "blech," but we can do better. Teen Wolf has such fun villains: they're dramatic and camp, while also intimate and personal. They have deep connections with the main crew and almost always have a sympathetic side to them. Even the nogitsune, the most alien of the main villains, has an almost plaintive moment where it reminds Noshiko that it's only doing what it was created to, what she summoned it for.

Nothing about Douglas is challenging or charismatic or sympathetic or aesthetically appealing or well acted. Davis had a bad habit of hiring wooden blonde hunks as far back as the mechanic of season 2, and now there's one as a main villain. Douglas's closest connection is to Theo—their scene in the shed is easily Douglas's most engaging, though that doesn't say much—but their connection is superficial. How would Douglas even know who Theo was if he spent those years floating unconscious in a vat?

His final showdown is deeply unsatisfying. By the time Scott faces him, they've barely interacted so far. What does it mean for Scott to challenge him? What does he mean to Scott? How has Scott grown to be able to face him? Why does Douglas want this power anyway? Why would this Nazi be telling a Mexican-American that he'd be a fine Hitler youth? What the fuck is happening here?

In the end, Peter rightly points out that a brain-eating Nazi is such a low bar to clear that taking a stand against him is almost meaningless. Douglas is a mockery of the complex, charismatic, intimate, high-stakes villains of previous seasons. Damnatio memoriae is too good for him; we need to remember how bad he sucks.

If Only We Knew Someone With Lightning Powers. Dropping Arden Cho unceremoniously was gross. Following that with a season of lightning villains is gross. Having Kira's only legacy be a sword that is then given away and broken, after everything she sacrificed for it, is just foul.

Would It Kill You To Let Them Go To Prom? Teen Wolf is only sporadically interested in high school life. Sometimes, it's part of the show's appealing silliness, but 6a's indifference just gets to me. This is the final semester of senior year for Scott and co., but we get absolutely nothing. Stiles misses that final semester and apparently, so do we! There's no classes, barely any lacrosse, and definitely no prom or graduation or college acceptance letters, nothing that acknowledges this season as a rite of passage. Any hints to the characters' future are condensed into a few lines at the end. C'mon, man.

It goes beyond the expectations of a teen show. Davis is so indifferent to his characters that in the next season, he makes all the characters who should be juniors into seniors, just to add on a flimsy narrative about things ending. It's lazy. 6A, to me, also really brings out how little Davis has invested in the world of Beacon Hills. Beyond Coach, there are so few consistent background characters. The high school class, lacrosse team, hospital, and sheriff's department are all prime opportunities for recurring background characters, but the show only bothers with a few (e.g. Brett&Lori, Sydney, Danny until they dropped him without even telling the actor). Nathan, Gwen, and Phoebe are all new characters, rather than people who have existed in the background before this, and after this season, they disappear again. There's very little sense of the world of either the high school or the town in general, and it stands out in a season where the whole town is being targeted.

The Newest Werewolf. Hayden was a minor character in season 5, but still had a lot going on: a close relationship with her sister strained by the supernatural; having to work a shitty job to afford the medications for her life-threatening condition; being targeted by the Doctors; being pursued by a boy she's not sure if she likes; trying to flirt when she's naturally competitive and sarcastic; DYING; being revived by Theo and then exploited by him; fighting the Demon Wolf's attempts to get in her head; deciding to help her friends; walking a fine line to survive the Beast when she's kidnapped by him; discovering Tracy's body. Her life is rich, and ends with a groundbreaking moment where she's the first person onscreen that becomes a werewolf with fully informed consent.

In 6A, she's flattened into Liam's love interest. Almost all of her scenes are with him, and her decisions are almost entirely about him. Many of her lines are about reassuring him. The exception is her dynamic with Gwen, which is much more engaging, and to me only shows how much more they could have done with Hayden if they just let her cook. Why is Liam the only one to get scenes alone with Theo? Surely she and Theo would have stuff to say to each other. Or what about her relationship with Scott? Why is Liam the only beta to have an arc with him? Where's her relationship with her sister??

The Wailing Woman. This should have been such a good season for Lydia. The groundwork is all there! Banshees have a special power over the Ghost Riders, and to placate them, the Ghost Riders create a facsimile of someone the banshee has lost.

Hmm, whom has Lydia lost recently? Whose presence might give her a vested interest in ignoring evidence of the Wild Hunt?

Allison would have been perfect as the deceptive product of the Wild Hunt, and would have matched the framework the show established far better than Claudia. Part of the reason the Hunt falls apart is because Lydia is instantly suspicious of Claudia, and has no emotional investment in her. With Allison, Lydia would get to say goodbye to her in a way that matches the season being set in the final semester of high school.

This would also have built on season 5 in fruitful ways. Lydia's power makes her a target in season 5, but she has almost no agency over her power. She's driven to blow Valack's head off without any control over it. 6A could be about Lydia realizing that this fake Allison has been created for her because the Wild Hunt is afraid of her power, but only if she chooses to use it.

And with respect to Allison, Lydia has more grieving to do. She's been struggling to process her death since it happened. She spends all of season 4 trying to find a way to help people as a response to Allison's death, but then is locked in a basement for the finale. In season 5, she has to be told by Stiles about Allison's role in defeating the Beast. Lydia deserves a season in which she can properly grieve Allison. She's literally the wailing woman! Let her wail!

As a final note, I'll add that I was frustrated with the way Stydia was done in this season. I dislike it strongly but waffled on including it because I've never been a big Stydia shipper, and so I worry that this criticism will seem motivated by my disinterest in the ship, rather than my frustration with its execution. My issue, though, is not Stydia itself but how little the show explored Lydia's subjectivity.

Imho 6a substitutes Lydia remembering Stiles for her liking him, and prioritizes exploring his feelings over hers. It's clear from the first episode that Stiles is still in love with her, even if he's accepted they'll never be a romantic couple—which is one of my favorite things about Stiles, and a great part of O'Brien's portrayal. But when it comes to Lydia liking Stiles, the show focuses on how she's the one to remember him. But that's also, apparently, because she's a banshee? They focus on that at the expense of her personal feelings for him, and when the scene is most explicitly about their connection—in the memory landscape sequence of "Memory Found"—the focus is on Stiles' feelings for her. It just didn't seem like it was about Lydia in a meaningful way. The previous season, she'd been into Parrish, which is a pairing I despise and don't want to see more of, but the fact remains it was important to Lydia. The lack of exploration of how Lydia had ended it or moved on from it felt like more dismissal of her experiences. Stydia seemed like it was ultimately about making sure the audience knew Stiles is important, at the expense of a real exploration of their dynamic, which I discuss more below.

You Don't Have To Stop But Could You. So, okay, stay with me on this one. I loved that Theo returned, and thought they did some great things with him, BUT that's not why we're gathered here today. Despite enjoying a lot about Theo's dreamscape sequence, I was really frustrated by the way it framed Tara and what its impact was clearly intended to be.

I really loved the first scenes of Theo's return: he's dirty, angry, confused, and biting. He looks exhausted with his own bullshit, but instantly attacks Liam and Hayden and then threatens to kill everyone, and lies by omission about Douglas (and his own powers?), reflexively playing his cards close to the vest. He's looking out for himself and averse to personal risk. I thought they did a good job of presenting a Theo who has the potential to change, but hasn't yet. He's not really ready to see Scott and Malia again, and reverts to flippancy.

We also get a scene in “Ghosted” of how deeply Theo hurt Malia. She hallucinates his betrayal in connection with her guilt about her own family; both of them are still deep wounds for her. It makes sense that she would lose control at the sight of Theo suddenly showing up in Scott's living room with a little "you aren't still upset about the whole shooting thing, are you?"

But then the episode ends!

And the next one starts with the Tara dreamscape.

Again, I don't want to sound like I disliked this sequence full stop. I've written meta about its relationship with Scott's dreamscape sequence and what it says about Theo, but I remain frustrated with how the basic impact is about generating sympathy for Theo. Tara is the victim the viewer knows least (vs Josh or Tracy or Scott), her death the most ambiguous (we only see Theo watching in what could be a daze, like the one pre-resurrection Tracy was in), and her only role in this sequence is to hurt Theo. She doesn't have any subjectivity beyond that: she's not Theo's sister, betrayed by her little brother's violence towards her, ready to explain her point of view. She's a gory ghost who barely reacts to Theo, a walking prop.

Theo, meanwhile, is there to be pitiable. When he was pulled under, he was powerful, and attacking everyone, and wearing shoes. Now he wanders barefoot through the hospital, and at the sight of Tara, he just runs. Beyond some frustration with the door, there's none of the vicious anger he showed in season 5.

To be clear, it's not that I think Theo shouldn't be pitied or doesn't have this vulnerability, and Cody Christian does a stellar job with this scene, which is also beautifully atmospheric. But in terms of the impact of the scene on the viewer, it's there to create pity for Theo at the expense of grappling with any of the violence he did. It frustrates me because the sequence easily could have addressed his violence while still making him look sympathetic.

Theo was trapped in and perpetuated a cycle of violence. The viewers don't know the full truth about Tara, but we do with Scott, Josh, and Tracy. Theo killed them. What's more, we know all three tried to have a connection with him: Josh followed him post-resurrection despite the fact that Theo had been the one to kill him the first time; Scott wanted Theo in his pack, trusted him, and tried to be there for him; and Tracy was in love with him, trying to help him, without judgement, even when he was at his lowest. It would have been much more meaningful to have Theo face them instead of Tara, or at least in addition to her.

It also would have been more meaningful to have Theo reckon with his capacity to do violence, rather than his fear of suffering it. We all know Theo is scared of being hurt; Theo knows most of all. He's even honest about it: "I don't want to be one of the bodies, it's that simple." What he has more trouble with is confronting how he perpetuates a cycle of violence, or even that he's in one. The dream sequence as it is does have Theo confront the idea of an endless, unchanging cycle, but it would have been much more effective to have that cycle be about the violence Theo did.

Think about how it would have looked if, once Tara dragged Theo down, Theo went on to reenact any of the violence he did, over and over and over. He could push Tara off the bridge over and over, but it'd be even more impactful to have him kill Josh over and over. He already killed him twice, but now he has to do it forever.

Scott stands there, barely on his feet, betrayed and weary, and says, "Now you have to kill me yourself."

And Theo does, over and over.

Tracy tells him, over and over, "You're hurt. You need time to heal."

And Theo kills her for it, over and over.

You'd get the same progression towards despair, but now it would be much more about Theo confronting what he did. It would still be a sympathetic depiction of a lost kid, shaped and trapped by brutal forces, while addressing his own choices, and why Malia might be so upset to see him.

As it stands, the sequence undermines Theo's history and Malia's reasonable reaction to him. We get her flashback/hallucination, Theo's inflammatory return, but then an episode break, followed by an extended sequence in which Theo is nothing but helpless and pitiable, finally followed by Malia's rage. Her reaction is divorced from the catalysts of the previous episode, and the scene of her anger even contains a callback to the dreamscape ("you don't have to stop"). I've made my peace with it, but it remains frustrating as a choice from Davis, who wrote this episode.

Malia Middle Name Tate.* Again, there's a lot I love about what they do with Malia in 6A, but now is not the time for love. So much of Malia's screentime is about Stiles and Peter at her expense. Those are both huge relationships for Malia, but they're not explored on her terms.

The last we saw of her and Stiles, they'd broken up over a complicated situation. Stiles ends things at a self-destructive moment, as Malia tells him she would accept him even if he did kill Donovan. In some ways, I think Stiles is punishing her for this acceptance out of self-loathing, but it's also about the fact that Malia's acceptance is clearly tied to her own desire to kill the Desert Wolf. She accepts what might be Stiles' violence because she wants him to accept that she plans to kill Corinne, and Stiles isn't cool with that. The two never speak about it again, though, even though Malia subsequently doesn't kill Corinne. By season 6, the two obviously have baggage, as seen in their clash over the senior portrait.

Once Stiles is gone, we see that he's still her anchor. I thought this was an interesting choice, because Scott and Allison's breakup was what forced Scott to be his own anchor. It would have been interesting to see that for Malia, or for her to decide that she still wants Stiles to be her anchor as a friend, or any sort of arc where she processes the breakup or her own feelings or makes decisions about Stiles for herself. Instead, the anchor concept seems to exist to remind the viewer how important Stiles is in general: he's Malia's anchor! Look how lost she is without him! Stiles simply must be rescued from the Wild Hunt! Malia isn't the one to break through the veil, however, and after he's back, there's still no sense of what this means for Malia. Her subjectivity re: Stiles is just ignored. After he comes back, she doesn’t even get a scene to greet him.

It's even worse with her "arc" with Peter. The last we see of those two is in the finale of season 4, when Peter betrays her. After going out of his way to get close to her, he literally tosses her aside and tries to kill her friends. Season 5 begins with Malia confirming that she's Malia Tate, not Malia Hale. She then forgets Peter until he returns from the Wild Hunt, when she goes to take his pain and is suddenly struck with the memory of his betrayal. That's the entirety of their relationship.

Meanwhile, Peter is busy carving the biggest revenge spiral of his life in Eichen, suggesting he hasn't changed much from the end of season 4, before he's swept away by the Wild Hunt. I didn't dislike his scenes with Stiles at the train station, but to the extent that it's about his relationship with Malia, it cuts out Malia. Stiles' contempt for how alone Peter is as a result of his actions is good, as is his desperate plea for Peter to help his daughter, if no one else—but Malia sees none of this. She goes to Peter after his return only because he seems marginally less horrible than Theo, and still doesn't trust him. And why would she? Why would the viewer? We saw how big that revenge spiral was.

Peter does go on to sacrifice himself for Malia, but these moments are always about Peter and what he wants, and they lead to one of the most abhorrent moments of the show. The fact that Malia is forced to call him "dad" despite obviously not wanting to is just gross. It's all about what Peter wants, and honestly, why would he even want this? It's meaningless because it's forced, and it's especially foul that Lydia is written to be the one telling Malia to do this, given Peter's history with her. I hate it!!

Meanwhile, where is Henry, the father she chose? Was he kidnapped by the Wild Hunt? Did she ever tell him she's a werecoyote, or about the Desert Wolf? 6A won't tell us. We see in "Ghosted" that her mother and sister's death still haunts her, but does the season do anything with that? No.

The last grump I'll add re: Malia's treatment is how little she gets with Theo. I've already talked about how I disliked how her anger at Theo is framed, and it was especially frustrating that it wasn't followed up with anything beyond an angry quip in the finale. Liam gets a series of scenes (good ones!) where he works through his anger at Theo, and it's incredibly frustrating that Malia, after having a much more intimate dynamic with him in season 5, gets so little. I despise the writers' choice to ignore them.

*This is a tiny thing but in the birth certificate prop for Malia in season 4, you can see that her name is written as Baby Malia. So. Technically. Malia is her middle name. Baby: a beautiful name for a baby.

Mieczysław. You knew this was coming. My frustration with how Stiles was handled this season is about the ways in which it's done at the expense of other characters, and even of Stiles himself.

The premise of 6a was to work around O'Brien's absence by making it a plot point. Stiles becomes the focus of the season, but theoretically, characters could have space to work through their relationships with him, and potentially plenty more for dynamics with other characters.

But in practice, the writers clutter the season with repeated empty claims about Stiles' importance that stifle exploration of Stiles' relationships. Yes, he's Malia's anchor, but what does that mean now, after season 5, and how does it change over the course of the season? Yes, he's Scott's best friend, but again, what does that mean now? How does the season help them grow and develop? A lot of screentime is given to the sheriff, who gets long soliloquies about Stiles' importance, but there's no sense of development in their relationship or even any context. We don't, for instance, get any sense of what it means for the sheriff to have forgotten his own son, or how this revelation relates to things like refusing to believe him about the supernatural in 3a. On top of all of that, the sheriff's consistent presence and the primacy of his relationship with Stiles only emphasizes how marginalized every other parent-child relationship is in 6a: Scott&Melissa, Lydia&Natalie, Malia&Henry, Liam&Dr. Geyer, and Hayden&Valerie get almost nothing. I wonder if Noshiko has any thoughts on the importance of your child being remembered.

Some of the references to Stiles are poignant—the Jeep, for instance—but their impression overall is that the writers thought that Stiles could be replaced with cardboard cutouts. We get a parade of props, disconnected anecdotes and lore, the useless introduction of Elias (never seen before or after and gives them no new information<3), and of course, my worstie, Claudia.

Claudia's presence is a reference to Stiles, but not meaningfully about him; Stiles only finds her at the very end, and instantly rejects her. The biggest arc re: Claudia is the sheriff's, and while I'm not, like, against the idea of him grieving Claudia, it's done at the expense of Lydia's arc. To the extent that Lydia focuses on Claudia, the show seems to be trying to suggest that Stiles is important to her, but the message is undermined by the cheap cipher. Is she thinking about Stiles because he's important to her, or because there's a fake lady in his house right now? Is her relationship to him about her feelings for him, or her role as a banshee?

And again, all of this is at the expense of something like Lydia's grief for Allison.

If we needed to pad Stiles’ absence with proxies for him, why not at least give us characters who explore his dynamic with the pack? Why not, say, a flashback scene of when baby him met baby Lydia? We have actors for both their younger counterparts. Or, better yet, why not scenes between Stiles and Scott as little kids? Again, we have the actors, and it would allow for more exploration of their relationships. It’d be especially meaningful for Sciles, given their anxieties this season, but I have more thoughts on that below.

The Alpha of Beacon Hills. The extent to which Scott is shut out of arcs and relationships is bananas. There are things I like (Scott&Liam, Scott&Lydia&Malia as besties), but we're here for the parts that frustrated me, which were numerous:

His future and dreams. This builds on my frustration with Davis's general disinterest in the characters' lives, which I discussed above, but it was an unresolved plot point for Scott last season and gets worse this season. Season 5 (last semester) made Scott's future more tenuous than ever. His dream is UC Davis's prestigious vet science program, and he's working his ass off to get into it: he's got school, extracurriculars, his job, and the constant life-or-death chaos of people trying to kill him or wreak havoc he's told he's duty-bound to stop. Season 5 Scott seems despairingly resigned to things always getting worse, but also throws himself into things like AP Bio, despite his friends' lack of faith in him (hated that scene) and his teacher's negging. Then, of course, Theo and the Dread Doctors show up, and the last we hear is that Scott has missed a deadline for a scholarship. In 6a, he's excelling at his psych elective (AP Psych?), but is still stressed about how much class he's missed.

Then we get nothing until the very end of the season, when Stiles asks in passing: "Real question is, how did you get into UC Davis?" Why is this such a tiny moment? Why is Stiles so uncharacteristically snide about this achievement, when he's been one of Scott's biggest cheerleaders, and this season is meant to be a Sciles season? Wtf?

Scira. Not one word about Scott dealing with Kira's absence. Not one word!! Everyone jail forever!

Scott&Peter. This could have been such a juicy arc. Scott's last interaction with Peter was the season 4 showdown, but Scott still has hope for Peter—a hope he's committed to even when it causes friction with his best friend. Peter's return and his tentative interest in connecting with his daughter would have been a great basis for exploring what it means for Scott to have this hope, or just an exploration of Scott and Peter in general. Peter is Scott's first supernatural villain and his own supernatural origin story, and Scott forgets him. The show gives us a beautifully devastating scene where Scott goes to help a seriously injured man and, in taking his pain, discovers that this was the man who caused him some of his own worst pain! Scream!

But then… nothing? Scott and Peter barely have interactions, never mind a meaningful dynamic. It could have been so powerful. Such a waste.

Scott&Theo. Some of this was really good! The moment when Scott walks into his house and suddenly sees the kid who murdered him standing in his living room, seemingly have once again convinced Liam to believe him! I loved it! We get a very rare moment of Scott being at the edge of his rope, ready to snap, and we can see Theo's shock. The last time he saw Scott, Scott was angry but also desperate to get away, shaking when he got close to him, staring at him with big sad eyes. But now things have changed! You can see it hit Theo. That's so good, and there are elements of the Sceo arc in this season that I adore.

But after that dynamic return, Scott and Theo split up, and we don't get any of the charged conversations and confrontations that Liam and Theo get—why not? It would have been so good!

What moments we do get prioritize Theo's perspective. In the finale showdown with Douglas, for example, he mocks Scott that a lone wolf never survives. At that point, Theo makes his entrance to declare: "He's not alone. He's got a pack."

This is so significant! It directly recalls the murder, when Theo trapped Scott alone and told him he didn't have a pack. Beyond that, Theo's risking his life in a seemingly impossible fight, just to back up Scott, without even claiming he's part of the pack, and in facing Douglas, he's confronting a demon from his own past.

But that's the point. This moment is mostly about Theo. We barely get Scott's reaction, beyond the shock of Theo's arrival, and then the tone changes with Malia and Peter's arrival. We don't get Scott's perspective on that moment, or Theo at this point, or anything else with them. Blech.

Scott&Melissa. I could go on about how their dynamic was dropped about halfway through season 2, but I'm gonna try to keep it to 6a here so please know I'm exhibiting great restraint! Anyway, they get so little. There's that devastating scene in "Ghosted" when Scott hallucinates that his mother's been murdered and doesn't yet realize it. So haunting, and potentially so resonant to their relationship: does he worry that being a constantly targeted werewolf has doomed her? That he can't protect her? That he's already lost her in some sense? How does it tie in to the fact that she's then taken by the Wild Hunt, and he's seemingly doomed to lose her, that he's lost her already? We barely linger on that moment.

We see him teach her to use a weapon, but the moment's gravity is ignored for the joke of her electrocuting her son. Melissa's arc with Chris is half-played for laughs, even though it represents a significant move on her part to become more involved. Why now? What does it mean for her? For that matter, what does it mean for her to date the man who once treated her son like a rabid dog? Does she even know about that? Does her son have any feelings about their relationship? We don't know.

Scott&Stiles. Omg, ok, where to begin. This should have been the Sciles season, and its faults had nothing to do with the acting—the love and loss was palpable for Posey and O'Brien, and I think that gives their arc the poignancy people love about this season. They act their hearts out around some really awful writing.

The writing starts off well. It seems like the season is going to address some of the fallout and unresolved communication issues of season 5. Stiles, who's still petrified of losing everyone, is obsessed with being "needed," while Scott, who's been shackled to a nightmare since he was bitten, is desperate to no longer be required to fight. This recalls a lot of the tension of 5x01, which was never really addressed, and it's a great theme for the final semester of senior year.

The two also struggle to articulate how much they mean to each other, which seems like a lingering issue from s5. By the end of 5b, they'd affirmed that they were on the same page, in the same pack, and needed each other, but hadn't articulated their anxieties about losing each other. A season in which they're separated is the perfect way to explore it, and at first, it seems like they're going to. Scott uses his psych class to guess at how Stiles' anxieties are manifesting, as if it's been on his mind. He asks nervously if Stiles wants to split up (to look for clues), and seems relieved when Stiles refuses, as if the question is about something deeper.

Stiles, for his part, answers with meaningful intensity. He's clearly trying to express that he doesn't want to lose Scott, in the same way that his obsession with being "needed" is about not wanting to lose people, and being convinced that a crisis is the only way to hold on to them. Scott, meanwhile, sees crises as what get between him and his connections to people—they're what take people away from him, and him away from his life with them. This is a great theme to explore for Sciles, because the answer to both issues is the fact that their friendship has always been bigger than supernatural crises—older than Scott being bitten, bigger than the Wild Hunt. Scott could assure Stiles that he's never going to lose him—not because Scott needs his help, but because he wants his friendship. He'll never draw away even if it means tearing apart the Wild Hunt. Stiles, for his part, could assure Scott that no matter how many crises there are, how often Scott is forced to be the true alpha, he'll always be Stiles' friend first: "You'll always be human to me." Both significant statements after s5!

At the very least, the season seems like it's going to make these two articulate how much they mean to each other. In one of my favorite moments of the season, Stiles realizes he's going to be taken and tries to talk to Scott. O'Brien's acting is so good here, because you can see that Stiles is beyond trying to explain what the problem is. He just wants to tell Scott something like goodbye, how much Scott means to him—but he can't. There's no way he's saying goodbye, and his love for Scott is too big to articulate.

And Posey's reaction is soooo good. You can see Scott take in that Stiles is clearly struggling with something, and that this struggle is significant in the same way as the one from the previous season. He won't push Stiles to talk right now, and wants Stiles to know he isn't drawing away: "Tell me later." At the same time, he's holding Stiles to actually come talk to him, instead of stewing like he did in s5: tell me later.

But then Stiles is gone! Scream!

And then, once Stiles is gone, Scott struggles with how to articulate how much Stiles means through the hole his absence creates. All he can say is that it feels like he's missing a limb, and when it comes time to remember Stiles in "Memory Found," he gets so overwhelmed with how much Stiles means to him that he almost dies.

All of this suggests that the payoff for this struggle is them finally articulating what they mean to each other--in the most basic way! They're traumatized eighteen year old guys, no one is expecting speeches. Just something about how their friendship answers some of their most existential worries: "I still got you."

But instead we get:

SCOTT: They still need us. STILES: They'll always need us. And, you know, I... I need you. You know that. SCOTT: I need you, too. I'm gonna miss you. STILES: No, really, I need you, though. Uh... I lost my license in the Hunt, so you have to drive.

Why is Davis so allergic to meaningful expressions of love in the context of characters leaving? So many characters disappear with no goodbyes (Jackson, Isaac, Danny), or only the briefest one (Kira, Derek). O'Brien and Posey do their best with this scene—both of them seem near tears—but the writing's joke-y tone works against them at every turn. It's Stiles' final scene before the finale, and the capstone to Scott's greatest relationship in the season and arguably his greatest in the show, and it could have been so much stronger if Davis weren't an infuriating mix of apathetic and cowardly.

This concludes this episode of Spikeface’s Sundry 6A Snipes! Thank you for letting me rant<3.

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FUCK IT - Yoshikage Kira Dyspraxia headcanons

If no one else is gonna do it then GODDAMNIT I WILL!!!

Content warning: implied/mentioned child abuse

He’s an excellent cook—however, it took him a lot of painstaking effort to get there. I imagine his mother probably spent hours and hours as a kid teaching him how to do stuff (either that or just forcing him to make dinner with no instructions—-“you’re not stupid; figure it out), and he was probably yelled at and scolded a lot for messing up—forgetting steps, measuring things wrong, knocking shit over and getting flour and miscellaneous ingredients everywhere.

He was probably yelled at the worst when he’d forget that he was cooking dinner all together, getting distracted by another chore such as dishwashing that had been left undone and forgetting that he was cooking in the first place

However, after lots of suffering and yelling, he grew up to be an excellent cook—and he actually enjoys it believe it or not. He does not, however, enjoy accidentally cutting himself all the time and knocking shit over, which he still does frequently :(((

He was probably bullied a lot as a kid because he was quiet and really clumsy, and his dyspraxia really made him stick out. Because of this, he spent a lot of time trying to get better at normal people things, with some success

He never wears shoes with ties because they are a PAIN IN HIS ASS. He wears business slipons and, occasionally, if he finds himself wearing tie shoes he buys those special disability ties for them (with the plastic thingies on the end)

He tries not to drink because he very quickly finds himself unable to stand or walk very well even after just a moderate amount of alcohol. He’s very embarrassed when he has to find someone to lean on while they drag him back home

He manages to walk okay now, better than he did as a child, but often finds himself tripping and falling, much to his chagrin—it’s humiliating and he hates the attention he draws for his clumsiness

His parents made him play soccer as a child and he HATED it—was never good at it, always ended up with so many bruises and scrapes, and struggled to keep up with the other kids. Every day after soccer practice he’d go home and cry. When they’d pair up for teams, he was always the last one to be picked—whichever side that got stuck with him would complain about how he’s a bad luck charm. He was usually the one who’d miss a crucial play/let the other team score a goal by accident and then everyone would get mad at him. This means he had very few friends in elementary school; it was until fifth or sixth grade that he managed to leave that bad legacy behind.

Weirdly enough, despite his other fine motor issues, he has incredible handwriting—once again, probably lots of drilling and scolding from his mother are to thank for that.

Was a really spacey and distractible kid—his teachers and parents used to rag him over it all the time. As an adult he still zones out sometimes, like when engaging in chores and whatnot. Sometimes, he might be distracted by something else while doing his laundry, for example, and he’ll come back to it an hour later to realize he didn’t even start the load 😭

He eats like twelve to twenty different foods, nothing else—has strong aversions to certain smells and textures

He manages to fold things neatly but it takes him a tremendous amount of time, more than he’d prefer—probably thirty minutes to fold like, ten articles of clothing. His mother often chastised him for taking so long to do chores as a kid but whenever he took a “normal” amount of time, she’d yell at him because it was done “sloppily” and improperly

Since he’s gotten killer queen, he’s been much less prone to accidents, since he has an extra buddy with speedy reflexes to help him out. For example, if he accidentally drops a mug Killer Queen catches it before it shatters.

#neurodivergent #neurodivergent headcanon #yoshikage kira #kira yoshikage #jojo #dyspraxia #dyspraxic headcanons #dyspraxic Yoshikage Kira #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #autism #autistic headcanon

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funkii-fox · 3 months ago

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Should I block the French Guy?

This mf has the audacity to pretend to agree that AI “art” is wrong, then STILL is using AI to generate images of his ocs. I posted the quote of Araki condemning AI “art” and this fucking guy has the audacity to like it, even tho I had him in mind while posting it.

I was like “yk, I havent seen this guy’s story in a while because it’s 100% hateful, maybe I should check to see if he still does.” The most recent one I could find was from September 8th in a highlight abt ocs, but that’s not to say he hasn’t used it since and just didn’t save it to highlight. Make of that what you will, but I choose to believe he’s still using AI. I remember once I even had a convo telling him to stop using AI, but bro just went “ok” and still used AI BRUH🗿

But guess what else I saw: he likes Jimmy 😭😭😭 this was 100% expected tho. He once changed his pfp to Curly and i was like “your ass is NOT Curly ur Jimmy bro.” He posted 3 whole stories abt the community judging ppl that like Jimmy. He compared it to how ppl like DIO and said its bc he has pretty privilege and not Jimmy and thats why ppl judge them. I won’t lie; yes, most ppl like DIO bc hes pretty and charming, but at least he has some types of redeeming qualities. Jimmy is just 100% asshole. Every scene you see of him is he’s being a jerk or a fuck up that says “i can fix this” but actually can’t. Mouthwashing is SO un-nuanced in the way you’re supposed to hate Jimmy, it’s amazing rlly. We’re not even shown much of his personal life or other aspects of his personality; unlike other antagonists like Kira or Diavolo.

Now, am I gonna throw rocks at your window for liking Jimmy? No. Do what you want. But, i will psychoanalyze you and conclude that you like him either for the abusive dynamic or you like him bc he’s like you. This guy 110% likes Jimmy bc he’s relatable.

Simply looking at it face value right now, the way this guy is so OBSESSED with other people is insane. 90% of my conversations w this guy has been bruja arianna, snerufu, antis, women who make self insert ocs, or his arch nemesis Fay that he just can’t stop stalking. It reminds me of how Jimmy was obsessed and jealous of Curly’s success. He is also negative all the time. Even when making a joke, the punchline is always someone else or a cheap horny joke that comes across as a 7th grader. It reminds me of how Jimmy HAD to take Curly saying “i want more in life” the wrong way. It even manifests in the way bro had Curly as his pfp; because he wants to be like Curly.

We met from me shitting on bruja arianna. My criticism came from logic and a want to make change in the community, but it’s clear now that his criticism comes from hate and insecurity. He’s so passionate about hate, i think it’s the only thing he’s passionate about. He’s not even passionate enough about his own ocs to draw them himself. He’s so hateful he makes fun of women in the fandom for damn near anything they do, as if millions of ppl don’t also see him as a woman and as if he never lived as a woman. Then he hides all of his edginess as “im French lol we’re just angry :p” be so serious

His only other characteristic is being hypocritical. This guy “doesn’t deserve hate” but is constantly negative all the time. This guys gets upset at shit on a screen just to search it up more. This guy HATES bruja arianna for mocking trans men, yet all his male ocs are “androgynous” no mf they look like girls.

Chat, I don’t care anymore about being stalked. I’m stronger now. I have better things to worry about now that I have a life. I don’t care if he talks a lot of shit nor do I care if he “exposes” me for some made up bs. He can have a tantrum all he wants; i have better things to care about

Poll whether I should block him under the cut.

#yes im talking about the french guy #rants

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delucadarling · 1 year ago

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OC asks! 11 and 13 for Barbie and 15 for Lucas, please! 💕 (~agentnatesewell)

oooo okay. I'll be addressing all of these from a perspective of the Usual AU @crownleys and I play with for our detectives, because I've basically adopted it as my personal canon at this point. In this, Kira is the detective, Bobby's her ex, and Rebecca is her mom. Barbie and Lucas are siblings, both work for the Agency. Barbie meets Kira during the events of Book 1, while Lucas and Kira meet at the tail end of Book 1. He pops up here and there to be a big brother nuisance and make Kira (accidentally) cry.

Barbie

11. What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

Barbie used to believe in God. When she was 10, her father left the family for another woman and pretty much never looked back. Her mom really struggled at this time and turned to religion for comfort. She'd always been churchgoing, but this led her into fundamentalism. Barbie, who was young, tried to please her mom by being a very good Christian girl who knew every story in the Bible by heart. She decided she needed to believe EXTRA hard to make her mom happy.

Being of a curious nature though, Barbie was always filled with questions. This doesn't mix well with Christianity, and led to her realizing she was better off keeping those questions to herself.

Eventually, Barbie started to notice things about the world that were...strange. No one had answers for her, and she didn't like to ask much anymore, so she just observed. She wrote everything down in her journals, drawing pictures and taking detailed notes.

When she's 15, she manages to track down a Facility, and that's what starts her path towards working with the Agency.

(tossing the rest under a readmore)

13. How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

Romance is really important to Barbie! She wants nothing more than to build a lasting love with someone else. In truth, she craves the idea of being important to someone. Her ideal would be a lover who is totally obsessed with everything about her. She wants love, marriage, and children.

I like to pair her up with all vampires (though I'd say Mason is definitely her main love interest) so I always get to play with something new and fun, depending on who she's with when she realizes she's fallen in love.

Lucas

15. What places hold significant meaning or memories for your OC? Do they have a positive or negative association with those places?

The house he and Barbie grew up in, in south Georgia. He was 16 before his family really fell apart, so he has good memories there. Mostly because he always had a bike and a group of friends to run around with.

There's a cliff in Germany, near a beach, that Lucas thinks of all the time. He and Adam "fell" over the edge during a mission, and while Adam came out just fine, Lucas nearly lost his leg and is permanently disabled because of it. He can't bring himself to view it negatively. The change in his life was so huge it's just a lot of feelings. He'd definitely undo everything that happened there if he could, but he's mostly chosen to let the bad feelings go. Lucas hates holding grudges, even against the supernatural the maimed him.

#darling speaks #me rule #THANK YOU #this is super fun #ask meme #twc #wayhaven #the wayhaven chronicles #barbara 'barbie' robertson #Lucas Daniels

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agnol117 · 2 years ago

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Series I, Part VII

SCP-033 - The Missing Number

Another one that’s just kinda weird!

I really like when the name of the page sums up the skip as nicely as this one does. I also really like the idea that the number isn’t actively “harmful,” rather, it’s trying to integrate itself into a system that doesn’t really account (heh) for it. It’s a fun concept.

8/10

SCP-034 - Obsidian Ritual Knife

I find the implications of this much more terrifying than the report actually lets on. The ability to change into someone by cutting off a portion of their skin, and gaining their physical appearance and even their DNA absolutely terrifies me. It’s another one of those that I find deeply upsetting. Like the Pipe Nightmare.

9/10

SCP-035 - Possessive Mask

I feel like this one tries to do too much?

The basic concept is fine. I like the evil mask and the possession bits. Those are great. Everything past that, though, just feels like it’s trying too hard, to the point of becoming almost silly. It’s the opposite problem of over-redacting. Instead of there being too little information to be scary, there’s too much. Oh, the mask is super smart and tries to manipulate people into letting it escape! And it can use telepathy to do that even without a host! And it can make the walls bleed, and turn the entire cell into a concentrated zone of hate and despair that makes everyone who enters it want to kill themself!

It’s just too much.

2/10

SCP-036 - The Reincarnation Pilgrimage of the Yazidi (Kiras Guhorîn)

I’m not really sure what to make of this one, mostly because it doesn’t feel like an SCP. It’s not something that can be “secured” or “contained.” Rather, it’s a religious ritual that the Foundation just apparently helps adherents perform. Which…yeah. Giving this a null score, because it just fundamentally doesn’t feel like an SCP.

-/10

SCP-037 - Dwarf Star

Another one that’s just kinda weird. It’s a tiny star that somehow made its way to Earth, and because it’s literally tiny, it had to be hidden. There’s little else to really say about it.

4/10

SCP-038 - The Everything Tree

Major Dune vibes from this one, although I’m pretty sure I’ve just revealed how terrible my taste as a twenty-something was, because I’m pretty sure the Tleilaxu cloning farms are from the awful novels not by Herbert. Otherwise it’s just a fun sort of concept.

7/10

#jill rates scps #scp foundation #scp #SCP 033 #scp 034 #scp 035 #scp 036 #scp 037 #scp 038

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trashland-llamas · 7 months ago

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July Wrap Up

The Science of Fashion [2.0 stars]

Why are there qr codes in a book? Either write out the information or cut it from the book. If you need to include a website, you can just put ‘can find out more at [insert link]’ Otherwise book was fine.

Asgardians; Odin [2.25 stars] Olympians; Zeus [2.5 stars] Death Note Vol 7 [2.5 stars]

After chapter 58, I found it to be a slog. Just cause they're suddenly introducing new characters that are dubbed to be L's proteges and nothing else. Except that they're tasked with solving the Kira case as they're characters Light wouldn't have known about. Plus one of them is very much a copy and paste version of L while the other has mafia ties. I will wait till the next volume to cement this judgement as neither have had much screen time. Feel it'd be too soon.

Edit; Nvm, I saw a tiktok where someone had the same thoughts & a bunch of the folks in the comments agreed w/ the sentiment. Ik the actual ending is probably more satisfying seeing as it’s quite literally Light’s downfall. But I genuinely don’t care about who wins. It’s was more the tit for tat that L & Light had going on. Right now, it feels as if they’re about to unnecessarily drag it out. So yea, to me, the series ends w/ chpt. 58 or episode 25.

Soichi - Junji Ito [3.0 stars] Skull-faced Bookseller Honda-San Vol 4 [3.25 stars]

Author wasn’t kidding when they said this was promotional material for volume 3 + the anime. That said, was still enjoyable to read as I had extremely low expectations for this vol, having heard someone say it was akin to a fanfic. Not that fan fiction is overall bad, it’s not, but that’s not what I wanted as the end to this series.

Queen's Quality Vol 1 [3.5 stars] These Are The Words - Nikita Gill [3.75 stars]

There’s actually a structure to it which is a rarity I’ve found, at least from the poetry books I’ve read so far; its structured into 4 segments after the seasons & then each chapter is about a specific topic (womanhood, love, family)

Each section starts with a horoscope which I definitely looked forward to. Cause they make mini stories of themselves.

It uses simple language but I think it’s really impactful & makes the poems more generalizable. Which works for this collection as the goal was ‘hey, hopefully this has something you’ve been needing to hear.’

There is an overuse of nods to the moon in terms of metaphors and similes imo

Would recommend if you’re just entering adulthood or are in a transition period in life. That or if you’re wanting to read something hopeful

Demon Slayer Vol 19 [3.75 stars] Like a Butterfly Vol 2 [4.0 stars] Devil's Candy Vol 1 [4.0 stars] Demon Slayer Vol 18 [5.0 stars]

Fav moment would be Kanao stitching up Inosuke and him pinky promising not to take out the stitches himself + the anger she feels at her sisters’ deaths + Giyuu protecting Tanjiro when he faints during the fight w/ Akaza. (Keep confusing Akaza & Douma for each other, name wise. Cause they do have distinct enough looks)

That and all the backstories shown for the upper 12 are very heartfelt in that they add humanity to characters that don't really have that much screen time outside of these final fights. Like we get glimpses of them sprinkled earlier in the series. If anything, it emphasizes how Muzan prayed on all of them during an extreme low point and does make me feel sympathy for them. Which is especially poigant as the series is coming to a close. Like it makes me hate Muzan a lot more than I originally did.

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich [5.0 stars]

#booklr #bookblr #book wrap up #monthly wrap up #july wrap up #book reviews #book talk #reviews #manga #demon slayer #like a butterfly #devil's candy #queen's quality #skull-faced bookseller honda-san #death note

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captainjimothy · 8 months ago

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i think it's important to remember that kira grew up under the occupation, that she is still operating under the occupation in her mind, especially in the early seasons, that she experienced her family being torn apart and watched the same happen to so many others. having a family is a liability, to yourself and to them, and yet--life is all we have, life is hope, new life is hope is resistance is strength. but as a fighter, her priorities have always been to keep herself in top fighting form. and it's simpler not to have a family anyway.

learning how to live in peace time. forming complicated relationships with federation coworkers on a station thick with the ghosts of your own people, people who died instead of you. it's still not practical to start a family (and when is it ever?), but you're dating, you're trying to act like a normal person and not like a soldier. sometimes it feels like you still have to be a soldier, like maybe you'll never stop, like you're cursed to live in war forever. you're doing long distance with someone who should understand all of these things but he doesn't, there's some fundamental disconnect that wasn't there before, but you chalk it up to the distance and try to focus on your friends and maybe his/your life will settle down and you'll find your groove again.

you accept the baby because there are no other options. because if you don't, the baby will die. because keiko is your friend and she's nearly dead already and you can't let her wake up to the loss of her child. so you take the baby. everything changes, and somehow nothing changes. you're still you, though your body is strange and people look at you with a peculiar fond pity instead of the usual respect or lust or fear. but it's fine, even if you feel like you are hardly living in your body at all anymore, you have your friends--more than that, you have a new family that you didn't realize you were signing up for. but you love them. you can't help it. it feels wrong, it feels normal when you're alone but when you're around them it feels like your skin is falling off and your spirit is hovering about two feet behind you. maybe this is just what it's like to be pregnant. the only person who doesn't have this effect on you is molly.

after the baby is born, everything changes again, and it does not stop changing for even five minutes at a time. you stop dating for a while. you're still not sure whether your new family actually wants you to be part of them, you still feel that clawing shame of Difference at their dinner table. maybe it was more than the pregnancy. there's a war on again, you don't have time for this--it's never been practical to have a family, let alone have personal crises. you detach yourself less carefully than is perhaps polite, and ignore the regret.

you fall in love. no, that's not true. you start dating your best friend, who is in love with you, and you're happy because it's a much simpler thing to do than having someone else's baby. you do love odo, but it is not the way he loves you, but you can't say that to someone who is dying, so you don't. you convince yourself that your feelings are enough, and for a while, they are. he's your best friend, after all. you do love him. when he leaves, you grieve his absence, and hate yourself for feeling relieved.

there is only empty space, now, where your family used to be. there is empty space where half your friends used to be. you don't want to date anymore, not for a long time. you're beginning to face the fact that there is never going to be a convenient time to have your personal crisis, so you might as well get it over with, since it seems to be a common current beneath a lot of your problems. you experiment with long hair. you bribe quark to keep his mouth shut about the holosuite program in which you play as a man. you start going to bajor for your healthcare, because you'd rather step out an airlock than talk to julian about this. some time later he asks, politely, discreetly, with those eyes that have not smiled for too long, and you can tell that he knows. so you tell him anyway.

and it's fine. it's good, actually. it's weird. you look at your body differently. you feel a little less like it's going to fall off of you, and a little more like you're really living in it. you decide to tell one or two more people, and the rest can figure it out from there. you realize you hated some things about your body, and julian--who is surprisingly fine to talk to about this, actually--says it may take a while to figure out what the feelings mean, what you actually want. some things are easy to know: you get your top surgery on bajor. some things are harder: they ask if you want to trim your belly, repair the scarring and stretching. you say you'll think about it. you don't go back.

you think about keiko. the way she looked dying, and the way she looked living again. the way she looked at you. in hindsight, she had looked at you as if you held the moon in the palm of your hand.

thinking about transmasc kira nerys again. thinking about post-partum transmasc bodies. thinking about pre-transition pregnancy and how that would inform transmasc!kira's relationship to his body. thinking about grief and love and patience and love. thinking about how kira must have felt about parenthood before the pregnancy, and how that perspective must have changed.

#long post #this ended up as a sort of ficlet in second person. sorry #i might polish it into something real but that'll be a few months lmao

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kuromochimi · 4 years ago

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Atsumu x Reader:

Deja vu (Part II)

That was our place, I found it first

Do you get deja vu when she’s with you?

Part 2/3

Masterlist | Part 1 here

Warnings: angst angst angst, mentions of cheating

──────── y/n’s pov

It’s been more than a week since your meeting with atsumu. You couldn’t sleep for days after that. It’s been 6 years and hurt was still evident in his eyes when he saw you again.

<< Flashback >>

“Please y/n, you owe me this.”

You know you owe him more than just an explanation. He deserved more than that. But you weren’t ready and you didn’t want to crumble into pieces right in front of him. You didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of him anymore because his arms aren’t yours to fall into no more, his love not yours to find comfort in.

“I know I’m in no position to ask this of you. I know. But please give me more time, miya.”

Miya. It sounded so foreign coming from you even when it’s been 6 years since he last heard you call him “tsumu”

“You were gone for 6 years! How much more time do you need?!”

Atsumu wanted to scream. How could 6 years of nothing not be enough for him to at least get an explanation? He just wanted some closure.

But he knew better than to force you. You still had the same habit of picking at the end of your sweater sleeves whenever you were trying to stop yourself from crying. Exactly what you were doing now. Frankly speaking, he didn’t want to make any more of a scene nor did he want to hurt you back so he surrendered.

“Fine. But I need you to explain, alright? When you’re ready”

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Just as you are, atsumu wasn’t faring too well after meeting you. This didn’t go unnoticed by his fiancé. His usually carefree demeanor would space out from time to time now. Staring far off.

It happens occasionally. Atsumu seeing you when he does things you used to do together. He told kira that early into their relationship because he said he felt like that was emotional cheating but kira said it was fine. That he’ll get over it soon.

He did love kira unquestionably but from time to time, he’d get glimpses of you from her. When she cooks dinner, he remembers how your sleepy self almost burned the kitchen at 2am while trying to cook because he said he was hungry. Or how when they hung out at atsumu’s secret spot overlooking the city, he would remember how you went there whenever you didn’t feel okay. He’d also reminisce all the times he waited for you there after you left, Hoping you’d find your way back. But you never did. A part of him was glad. He never would have met kira if that didn’t happen. But you were a really close friend before you became lovers which is probably why he wanted the closure that was long over due. Maybe then, the deja vus would finally stop.

“Atsumu, hey, baby, you okay?” Kira was holding his face in her hands, trying to snap him out of deep thoughts

“Sorry, I was tired today.” He kissed her forehead

“It’s okay, just rest, okay? I love you”

“I love you too”

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“So y/n, do you have a boyfriend?” One of your pushy uncles ask

“Nah, I’m working on my career” you say it as if it’s a script. It’s what you always say when someone asks about your love life. It wasn’t like you didn’t try. It’s just that every time you did, you got bored. Maybe it was your taste in men but they all ended up being jerks anyway so you stopped bothering and focused on yourself instead.

“What about that one guy, what was his name? Atsumu? You guys were together for years!”

“Ah no, we broke up a long time ago.”

“Too bad, that kid was really good for you too”

He really was too good for you.

Fake laughs and awkward smiles filled the rest of the lunch meeting with your family. You hated how you were expected to marry someone just because they think 26 is too old to be single. Besides, as much as you hated to admit it, the only person you ever wanted to marry was already promised to someone else. And as much as you wanted him back, you were far from deserving and you weren’t about to try and ruin a happy relationship, not especially when he seems the happiest he has ever been.

You sat on your bed, phone open, atsumu’s newly saved number on the screen, he gave you his number back at the airport for when you were ready, one tap on the screen and you can talk to him. But what would you say? Was it okay to tell everything over a phone call? Maybe you should just run away again. It was actually what you were going to originally do but osamu’s words rang in your head:

“Give him closure. He deserves at least that much. You have no idea”

Over and over.

“Damn osamu. Why is he always right?”

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10:43 pm

y/n: Miya, I have to leave japan again soon, for work. If you want to talk, I can stop by tokyo again before I leave.

10:50 pm

Miya: Okay. Whenever you’re ready :)

10:52 pm

y/n: next week monday morning, is that okay?

10:59 pm

Miya: Yes, see you! You’ll know where to find me.

<< end of conversation >>

His last message made you laugh a little but at the same time, there was a sting to the casualty of his words. It reminded you of how he used to invite you to that place. You knew what he was talking about. He wanted to meet you at the place where you both ran to whenever things got rough. The little spot overlooking the city which held so much memories for you two. Maybe where you started was where you would finally completely end too.

You just knew, this was going to hurt.

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a/n: The last part if probably going to be way longer than the first two parts, I was supposed to post these 3 days in a row but a part of my draft got deleted so I have to re-write it still which is why it’s going to take a while before I post it T_T

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Tagging: @naturakaashi

#haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #atsumu angst #atsumu x reader #atsumu scenarios #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader

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heliads · 4 years ago

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The Lookout (Part One)

Your brother, Stiles Stilinski, has a feeling that newcomer Theo Raeken only means trouble for the McCall pack. When he sends you to spy on the werewolf, you’re not sure what to expect.

masterlist / part two

You sigh irritably. The school day is over, it’s the weekend, the last thing you want to do is listen to your older brother yammer on about his classmate-related fears. However, Stiles Stilinski has rarely cared about what you did or did not want to do when it came to his werewolf-safety lectures, and so he continues on speaking. This time, the topic of this discussion is one Theo Raeken; namely, the fact that the guy is obviously a supervillain. At least according to Stiles.

“Look, you can’t tell me it’s not suspicious. Werewolves don’t just show up in Beacon Hills without something to prove. Besides, the guy even walks and talks evil.” You push open the doors to the school with a sigh. “I think he’s fine. You’re just being paranoid.” Stiles lets out an irritated huff. “Usually, the paranoid people in movies end up being right. You should listen to me. I could be right about this.”

You give him a look. “Or you could be wrong, and we’ll just be running away from someone who could be a potential ally for no good reason. Honestly, I think you’re just overreacting.” Stiles stares at you, utter bewilderment crossing his face. “You know what, I think I know what it is.” He stabs a finger in your general direction, suddenly decisive. “You think he’s hot. That’s what it is. You don’t want to listen to me because you think he’s hot and you don’t want to consider him a bad guy.”

You turn to him with a look of utter shock. “Excuse me?” Stiles gestures loosely with his hand as the two of you continue walking through the school parking lot. “You keep staring at him, you smile when he talks, you don’t want to listen when I tell you he’s obviously a bad guy. It’s simple- you think he’s hot.” You let out a snort of laughter. “You stare at him more than I do, Stiles. Besides, if we’re talking about staring then we need to talk about Lydia. You can’t keep your eyes off of her. Honestly, it’s kind of cute.”

Stiles swats your shoulder. “We’re not talking about Lydia. We’re talking about Theo.” You flash your brother a smile as you reach his beloved Jeep, opening the door to slide inside the passenger’s seat. “I think you’re being ridiculous. And, even if I did happen to think he’s hot, it wouldn’t matter. You’re still insane.” Stiles lets out a squawk of protest as he enters the car as well.

The two of you are so involved in your argument that you don’t notice the brown-haired boy pausing by the door of his truck. He turns when he hears his name tossed around by you and your brother, but a small smile rises unbidden to his lips when he hears your laughter. The boy hesitates a second longer, and then the bubble of your conversation is drowned out by the sound of the Jeep’s engine starting up. The boy’s grin slides away as if he’s suddenly remembered himself, although he does cut one last glance your way, eyes lingering on your easy smile.

You know something is about to happen when Scott, Lydia, Kira, and Malia all show up to your house. You raise an eyebrow at your brother when they all file into your kitchen. Your father is coincidentally absent, although you’re sure Stiles timed this to happen when he was out on a shift as sheriff. “I’m sure I’d like to know what this is all about. I usually get told about pack meetings, but now I’m getting a little worried.”

Stiles folds his hands together. “I didn’t tell anyone that there was a pack meeting until just now because I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t have anyone joining in.” Malia cuts in. “By ‘anyone’, he means Theo. The whole point of this is about Theo.” You grin. “I had a feeling it would somehow tie to him.” Stiles looks miffed. “He’s a threat, okay? And by the end of this, I’ll be able to prove it.” You watch him with a quizzical eye. “What does that mean?”

Stiles leans forward across the table. “I want you to go spy on Theo. You’re going to go pretend to be his friend and everything, and you’re going to find out what he’s hiding from us.” You mirror his stance in front of the table. “If you’re right and Theo’s such a bad guy, why would he tell me anything? This plan makes no sense.” Scott steps forward. “That’s why we need you to convince him to let down his guard. Theo assumes Stiles is on to him, right? If he thinks he can steer you away from Stiles, you might be able to trick him into giving up some information.”

You consider this. “You really think I can be a spy for the pack? You actually think this is going to work?” Stiles reaches across the table to clap you on the shoulder. “I know it’s going to work. He won’t suspect a thing.” You sigh. “I wish I had your confidence. I’m fairly sure he’s going to see through this the first time I try to talk to him.”

You have no idea why Stiles thinks this is going to work. It’s a terrible plan, and the chances of it succeeding are slim to none. That being said, you have never backed down from a challenge, especially not from your brother, and so you’re certainly not about to start now. You form a plan: simple, but probably effective. When leaving school the next day, you have an argument with Stiles, coincidentally in front of Theo’s truck. You allow the werewolf to see you walk away angrily from your brother, and allow yourself a small smile when you see his truck come to a stop as you’re walking furiously down the sidewalk.

You look over when you hear a shout from Theo’s direction. “You need a lift?” You pretend to look hesitant, and then suddenly decisive, as if not wanting to trust Theo and then remembering that Stiles (who you’re supposed to hate) doesn’t like Theo. You walk over, sliding into the passenger’s seat. Theo raises an eyebrow when you close the truck door a little louder than normal. “You want to tell me what happened?” You just sigh, staring out over the road ahead of you. “I hate my brother.”

Theo chuckles as he drives away from the sidewalk, continuing on down the road. “What, has he finally gotten to you too?” You heave an exasperated sigh. “He won’t let me do anything. He keeps repeating this same excuse that he wants to ‘protect me from all the supernaturals’ but he won’t let me prove myself. He’s not even that much older than me, and I can handle myself.” Theo smirks. “If he can’t see that, he’s an idiot.” You grumble to yourself. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Theo ends up driving you back to your house, coming to a stop in your driveway. You turn to him. “Thanks for the ride. I didn’t really like the idea of having to walk all the way back here.” Theo offers you a cool grin. “Hey, no problem. If you ever want to get away from all this, my door is always open.” You smile quietly in spite of yourself. “Thanks. I might take you up on that.” You wave goodbye, jumping down out of the truck and walking to the door. You’re pleasantly surprised to note that Theo doesn’t leave until he sees you go in, making sure that you’ll be alright. You didn’t expect this to go so well this quickly, but you’re not about to complain.

Stiles arrives at your house a short while after you, and he bounds excitedly over to you. “So, how’d it go? Does he trust you unconditionally?” You laugh. “Isn’t Theo supposed to be a sinister, heartless supervillain? No, he doesn’t trust me.” Stiles holds up a finger to prove his point. “Yet. He doesn’t trust you yet. You can do this.” You groan, shaking your head as you try to hold back a grin. “I’ll see what I can do.”

The next morning, you make sure to keep up the pretense of pretending to hate your brother. Theo actually makes it surprisingly easy to continue with the act- you’ve barely walked outside to eat your lunch when he’s already calling you over to sit next to him. You slide onto the bench, a few tables down from Stiles and his friends. Theo shrugs at your raised eyebrow. “Hey, you were glaring at Stiles so I assumed you still weren’t over the argument. I figured you might want somewhere else to eat.”

You grin. “And you want to make him mad because you know he doesn’t trust you?” Theo returns your twisting smile. “I’m not going to pretend like that didn’t cross my mind. I mean, if you don’t like him why should I?” You call up a look of utter indignation. “He’s just being so annoying! He doesn’t trust me to do anything. Stiles isn’t even that much older than me but he’s already trying to be a helicopter parent.” This is exactly what Theo wants to hear, and you know it. Theo leans forward, a conspiratorial grin on his face. “Then what do you say we ditch him? I’m willing to bet that there’s more to Beacon Hills than the limits of Scott’s pack.”

Stiles warned you about Theo’s manipulation tactics, the way he tries to sway everyone to his side. You can’t deny that he’s good at it- if it weren’t for the fact that the little dispute between you and Stiles was completely fabricated you’d almost believe that Theo truly wants to help you. This being said, you can spot Theo’s lies reaching out to you and so you wrap them around yourself, calling up your lies to combat his. Two can play at this game.

You flash him a smile. “Sounds perfect. Meet me after school?” Theo nods. “We can take my truck.” Across the tables, Stiles finally glances up and sees you. The look of bitter annoyance on his face upon seeing you with Theo isn’t hard to fake, although it still makes you and Theo laugh. This might be more fun than you had first envisioned.

How do you convince an apparently betraying conman and serial liar to trust you? It’s surprisingly easy with Theo, actually. You end up spending more and more time together- drives to and from school turn into impromptu road trips, you meet up at his house or the school or the middle of the woods. You’re not sure you’ve ever laughed so much with anyone before, and it’s getting harder and harder to remember that you’re supposed to be spying on this guy, not actually becoming friends.

That being said, you have been able to uncover some information. Something is definitely up about Theo’s parents, outside of the signature dilemma uncovered by Stiles. You’ve seen the way Theo’s parents watch him when his back is turned, the way fear suddenly crops up in their eyes. They almost act like he’s a stranger, someone to be afraid of. You’re not sure why, but you find yourself making excuses to head away from them. Stiles would probably want you to stick around, try and figure out any more clues, but it’s so unnerving that you want to avoid his parents instead.

Also, there’s something not quite right about Theo’s story. You’ve heard him mention it a couple of times now- he was out skateboarding late at night, an alpha attacked, he was turned into a werewolf just like Liam and the rest. Yet Theo doesn’t own a skateboard, hasn’t for a while. In fact, you had casually asked him a question about skateboarding and he had completely drawn a blank. It makes no sense, which means that something is definitely wrong with his story. And if Theo is lying about how he became a werewolf, then he’s probably lying about why he came to Beacon Hills, which means that you and your friends might be in more danger than you had thought.

Even with all of this, though, you’re still not sure that you want to leave Theo’s side. When you told Stiles and the others about everything you’d uncovered about Theo, they’d been worried. Scott had pulled you aside, asking if you wanted to stay so close to Theo. If he was as dangerous as you think, you might be at risk if you continued hanging out with him away from the pack. Stiles, too, seems less certain of his foolproof plan for you to spy on the werewolf and mentioned that you might want to step away. Every time they ask, though, you make up excuses. There might be more to find out. It’ll be good to have someone get close to him, just in case. No matter what, though, you know one thing: you don’t think you could leave Theo if you tried.

These thoughts keep burning into the back of your mind, but you manage to push them aside for today. It’s a beautiful night, the sun having finally set and the colors of the dusk washed away into an all-encompassing inky black. The stars are spangled across the horizon, and a laugh is burning deep in your throat as you race Theo through the woods of the Beacon Hills Preserve. You technically shouldn’t be here this late at night, you know that, but for some reason, you can’t entirely force yourself to leave. You’re with Theo, he’ll make sure nothing happens to you.

Your feet pound on the packed earth, ducking under low-hanging branches and around fallen tree stumps. You think you’re alone, and then a pair of arms wrap around your waist and force you to a stop. A laugh bubbles out of you before you can help it, and you swat at Theo’s arms, although he doesn’t let go. “You ass, I thought you were farther behind me.” Theo’s voice is close to your ear, his face only inches from yours. “I’m a werewolf, remember? I could outrun you any day.”

You roll your eyes, although this just makes the smirk on Theo’s face broaden. “It’s mean, that’s what it is. Maybe I’m trying to finally be alone, you don’t know that.” Theo just chuckles, the sound deep in his chest and making you shiver. “If I believed that, I would have stopped running.” There’s a silence now, a silence that hangs over the two of you like a cloak. You realize where you are, where his hands still encircle your waist and his storm-grey eyes are still locked on yours. There’s a second of hesitation, and then he leans down and kisses you.

If you were smart, you would break away. If you were smart, you would realize that Theo Raeken is only doing this to get to you and to get to your pack, that he is more dangerous than you could know. Your best option is to leave, to stop before you get your heart involved. But that’s already happened, hasn’t it? Despite your best efforts, despite everything you know about Theo, you can’t help but kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and letting him wash away everything you can remember about the world.

Maybe you’re not supposed to be falling for Theo. You’re not sure that you ever had a choice.

#theo raeken #theo raeken imagines #theo raeken x reader #theo raeken oneshot #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf oneshot #teen wolf theo #teen wolf theo imagines #teen wolf theo x reader #teen wolf theo oneshot

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nightfurynova1217 · 4 years ago

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Near for the ask meme! 😊

Yaaaasss!! My best boi 💛💛

How I feel about this character

I mean, if that opening doesn't say it all then Idk what does XD He's definitely gotta be my favorite character in all of DN, it just... it doesn't matter what he does I just freaking love him with everything I have. Haha, I even remember saying that L was my favorite until I read the manga, then Near swore (just once) at one point and I couldn't stop laughing. It was then, that I knew... It was him. Plus he's fun to draw, once I figured out how to do his hair right, lol

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Alright this one gets a little weird. First off, I hc him as Ace, and if I were to just look him through canon, I couldn't see him with anyone... but boy, when I'm in the mood for fluff or AU's, LindaXNear is my OTP. By. Far. I could read or write about them all day. 💛

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Gotta say with Mello and/or L, again for the fluff AU's. I can definitely see either of them taking on a Big Brother(tm) role and I just live for found family. XD platonic relationships are underrated OOOH, and I definitely like the dynamics with him and Rester too! Tons of room to explore that relationship and the mutual respect and admiration they have for each other.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Oof, when it comes to Near, sometimes the unpopular thing is to even like him, haha! But on a bit more of a serious note, I actually think he wants friends and, though still introverted, gets really lonely (speaking from experience irl). Just someone to talk to really, but he never wanted to play outside like everyone else at Wammy's, because he sucked at any outdoor activities, and he was usually interested in things no one else was, so the only common ground he had was with studies. And even then the only time they'd talk to him about that was when they needed help. :/

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I would have LOVED to see why he likes Mello. We get some vague answers, like saying that he respects him and that Mello has strengths he doesn't, but I mean, Mello hated Near with a burning passion and is just a downright jerk to him, going so far as to point a freaking GUN at his head. I wanna see why Near tolerated that. Like are there happier memories that Near doesn't want to let go of and/or shaped the mentality of "There's good in you" or "It doesn't have to stay this way"? Bruh, we don't know! Because we know he hated Kira, or at least disliked him! So it's not like "it's not in him" to dislike Mello in return, or at least be indifferent. But no! He actively likes Mello in canon! I NEED ANSWERS!! fine I'll make 'em myself

#death note #death note headcanons #my post #Near #Nate River #answered ask #my-one-true-l #whoosh that was a ramble XD #didn't mean to go on that long #but i hardly ever get to talk about my own hc's for dn so i guess it got pent up lol #thanks so much for the ask!#this was absurdly fun!

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mikami · 4 years ago

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Also, how do you think the main 5 genius (Light, Mikami, L, Mello, Near) would react to the Idea of someone equally intelligent as them? How do you think their reaction at first would be and do you think they accept someone as their equal after the given time? (idk why I feel like L knows he wouldn't like that idea and would try to show he is better, and for Light he didn't actually thought about the possibility of this and at first he would be pissed but after a while he would actually appreciate to have someone on his level and would realize he was lonely all this time. Idk I might be wrong)

For most of them, we see this happen in canon.

Mello spends his whole life knowing Near is on his level and slightly above his level - this pisses him off. I think he’d probably be more amenable to somebody who is exactly at his level instead of besting him, he could thrive off competing there, but overall? Mello wants to be The Best. That’s what he took from his upbringing in Wammy’s and threats to it are irritating to him.

Near doesn’t mind Mello, likes him even. I don’t get the sense that he’s really looking down on him either. Their levels are close enough that Near sees him as more or less an equal and he’d be just fine cooperating. Since Near values conversation more than most of the others, an equal is just a welcome chance for that.

L meets Light and he generally seems to value having somebody on his level to engage. That he is pissed at Kira is more about a threat to his position than a threat to his self-image as the smartest - generally L enjoys intellectual challenges, so competing with somebody of similar intellect is desirable. (There’s a lot of scenes where he reacts with delight when Light displays his smarts.) I don’t think L is insecure about his intelligence at all, so he doesn’t really perceive anybody else as a threat. He thinks of them as a challenge and challenges are fun.

Light meets L, and he likewise enjoys the challenge. I think if he met somebody who is an equal in daily life without the whole Kira vs L thing going on it might irritate him a little to have a rival (he really did never consider it much of an option), but overall it’d probably be a relief to his boredom to have someone on the same level around.

Mikami meanwhile....... does not care if you’re smart or not, are you MORAL (Mikami Edition) though?? If you’re not, he fucking hates you. It’s simple as that. Granted, it would piss him off even more than usual if someone was immoral AND outperforming him.... An equal he considers righteous though? Cautious yearning.... he wants to believe................ but can he believe...........

#answers

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voidstilesplease · 4 years ago

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command me to be well

(a Beacon Hills Academy for the Supernaturals ficlet)

~•~

Supernatural creatures are known and accepted in society, and they have their branch and section in everything - the government, religion, court justice, health, food production, etc. They coexist with humans. There are still supremacist groups on both ends of the spectrum, but as a whole, supernaturals and humans share the world in equal.

In Beacon Hills Academy for the Supernaturals, mages (magic wielders) and shapeshifters (werewolves, werefoxes, were-coyotes, etc.) study and learn about themselves, strengths, and weaknesses, and adaptation in the human world.

Stiles takes both mage and shapeshifter classes. His mother had been a fire werefox, and his grandmother a mage. The magic ability stays dormant in between generations, so Stiles received the spark that skipped his mother. Stiles's dad is the Sheriff of Beacon Hills, Homo Sapiens division. (It's not what it's called, but Stiles uses the term to annoy his father.)

Every werefox can shift to their animal forms since birth. Their blood has no infectious components like werewolves, to turn an existing creature into one. So their kind only reproduces through procreation, but the power comes only between the ages of eighteen to twenty and never predictable. There are thirteen classifications of werefoxes: Heaven, Wind, Spirit, Fire, Earth, River, Ocean, Mountain, Forest, Thunder, Time, Sound, and Dark. And they all have to study every single one element through simulations and a weird practice called internalization. It's like the Buddhists' enlightenment when they have to "seek within themselves the core of their being" or whatever crap like that.

His mage classes are much worse. As a werefox, his reading skills are for shit, even with his human blood. His kind takes time to make sense of written symbols -it's called dyslexia in the human tongue- and so it proves to be a problem in his magic lessons.

"Stiles!" Kira, also a werefox and his non-biological sister, appears at his side after class. "Come over this afternoon and have dinner at home. Dad is making sushi."

The mention of sushi makes his mouth water, but he curls his lips downward. "I can't. I'm on my way to solitary study."

She winces sympathetically, "Yikes."

The solitary study is another word for detention in the Supernatural school. The students are put into confinement to reflect and read. It could be for an hour up to five -their offense and the amount of hate the teacher has for them decides the length of the stay. It doesn't sound bad when you hear of it the first time, but the stillness of being alone in a white room, being forced to think, drives everyone crazy. Stiles is probably the one person in the school who has seen those walls the most.

"What happened?" She asks, hoisting her backpack, forehead creasing intently.

Stiles shrugs, "In my mage class, we were practicing an incantation. I mispronounced a word because the symbols were flying all over the page," they stop walking when they reach the hallway that will separate them; Kira to the exit, and Stiles to his punishment. "All the light bulbs in the room broke simultaneously, and the shards went everywhere, mostly lodged in my classmates' and teacher's faces."

"Ouch,"

Stiles hums, curling his lips. "My incantation teacher hates me, just as much as I hate him. Every mistake I make is an excuse for him to send me to solitary. He also thinks I'm doing it on purpose. He gave me five hours today, and I'm expecting another tomorrow for the potion I fucked up earlier in another of his class."

"But that's unfair," Kira says, indignant for Stiles. "We're dyslexic. Every teacher should consider the limitations of each of us."

Stiles purses his lips but doesn't say anything. He doesn't mention to Kira that when the symbols rearrange in his mind, it's not always a gibberish mess. Sometimes, they're also perfectly readable -and quite harmful, depending on the caster's intention. He doesn't mention that more than half the time, he purposely utters curses and adds the wrong ingredients to concoctions. Stiles only does it for fun, though, to ruffle his teachers and enemies. He's a school jester; everyone knows that. He doesn't mean to cause pain to anyone -not all the time.

He's not vicious or vengeful. He swears he's not.

He's only a playful fox, curious with the less explored potentials of his power -even its violent capacity.

~•~

But it gets worse. It becomes an inclination more than a mere curiosity, especially when Stiles meets him.

In his fourth year in the Supernatural school, the management opened a program for the underaged supernaturals in the custody center. They're the young, homeless lawbreakers abandoned to the care of social workers after countless encounters with the law enforcement and their family's depletion of funds to cover the fines for damages they have caused.

The program grants them one term of attendance in the school instead of being instructed by tutors at the center, and a second one if the first term yields positive reports.

There are eight of them, and all are shapeshifters. There are three werewolves, a kanima, a wendigo, a chameleon, an electric eel (Stiles doesn't want to know how this kind came to be), and a were-coyote. All of them have criminal records, of course, but one has a count for murder - and his sister, no less. And Stiles knew him before his lock-up. They had not been friends because of Stiles's mistrust of canine shapeshifters, but he recognizes him right at first sight in years.

But while werefoxes prefer to stay away from the dogs, the latter doesn't have such urge to keep scarce, especially one among the outlaws: Theo Raeken.

He's taken one look at Stiles and decided to torment him. Witnessing Stiles do illegal magic did not help the case. Instead, it invited Theo more. Theo stalks him (as much as he can inside school grounds), stares at him, vies for his attention, pushes all the wrong but right buttons. Stiles feels repulsed by the way his blood thrums in Theo's presence. He's disgusted with himself for getting excited by his challenge. Stiles reminds himself daily that it's Theo -the one who murders their blood, and will probably have no qualms on staining their hands with someone else's. But Theo keeps provoking him, daring him to let go of caution.

One day, Stiles does.

He unleashes himself and leaves Theo bloody, beaten-up, broken, and exhilarated, and himself satisfied for the first time. Theo stops prodding him after that. He starts tempting him: We can run. None of them listens. Their truth is the only truth. And Stiles thinks he's right.

He's almost eighteen. His fox's element should be manifesting -and it looks like it is.

~•~

"What happens if I turn out to be the wrong kind?" Stiles asks Kira one night, in the middle of video game night at her house.

Kira is focused on the screen, but she echoes Stiles. "The wrong kind?"

"A dark fox,"

That pulls Kira's attention away from the screen quicker than they can run. Her eyes are wide with alarm when she presses pause and turns to Stiles. She opens her mouth but speaks nothing for a long time. It seems she's too shocked for words. Finally, she shakes her head. "You're not."

Stiles sighs, putting down his controller. "There's one out of thirteen possibilities that I am. It's little, but it's there nonetheless."

Kira scoots closer, holding Stiles's arm, her clutch tight. "Yes, but," she stammers, "there hasn't been one in a long time."

"Of course, there isn't," Stiles agrees, looking at Kira. "They're exterminated as soon as they present to snuff out any chance of gaining power and growing a second tail."

"But you're not one," Kira says forcefully, eyes suspiciously moist.

Stiles replies softly, "I enjoy causing mayhem."

She shakes her head hard, "We all like trouble, Stiles. That's sort of what we are,"

Stiles can't look at her eyes when he admits his truth, so he turns away. "I inflict pain," Kira freezes in her touch. "and like it. The sight of blood makes me sick but with pleasure. I-" he pauses, wipes the sweat that gathered in his nose. He swallows. "I want to get into someone's head and twist their mind. I have done it, and I want to do it again."

Kira draws uneven breaths beside him. Her scent has turned sweet with fear -and though it makes his stomach twist, Stiles inhales it, savors it.

Kira's voice quivers, "If you learn to suppress it-"

"If it can be suppressed and controlled, there would've been no vulpine law authorizing the killing of a nogitsune."

Kira bows her head in defeat, sniffing.

"My magic," his whispering voice is loud in her room, reverberating in its four walls. He's been coming here since he was a child. Who knows when and if he can have the chance again. "It knows what I might be. It flows in my veins with my blood, rushing when I'm doing what I shouldn't be."

They're silent for a long moment; Stiles refuses to meet Kira's eyes, and Kira strives to calm her racing heart. She doesn't recoil from her touch, even when she was afraid. Now that the fear has subsided, she moves to kneel in front of him and takes his face between her small hands, prompting him to face her. When he raises his head, Kira's eyes are glowing, fiery around the black. Stiles flashes his in response.

"If you are," Kira says, tone final and sure. "I'm with you. You're my brother, and I love you."

Stiles knows she will stand by her words, but he doesn't wish her to. Kira has a whole life ahead of her that she can't spend hiding a nogitsune or running with one.

Because Stiles will run, damn if he won't. He's not going down, and he won't let them catch him.

He leans his head against her hand, kissing the soft palm of it. He rubs his nose on the residual unease still clinging underneath her skin. "I love you, too."

And then he will come back invincible.

~•~

#steo #steo au #steo fic #steo ficlet #stira #stira brotp #teen wolf #teen wolf au #teen wolf fic #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #kira yukimura #BH Academy for the Supernaturals #supernatiurals are known au #stiles x theo #stiles and kira are bffs #void stiles #fics tag

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asterekmess · 5 years ago

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Somebody tickled my salty-bone (in a good way. I love you. thank you.) and now I wanna vent about the absolute shitshow that is Stiles and Scott’s friendship.

Forewarning, I have a v faulty memory and I like to ramble. So. Obligatory Read More.

hoo boy. Now look, I am a salty little sea witch. I don’t like Scott. I love me some Stiles. Listen, I want to acknowledge here that Stiles isn’t perfect. He’s not the best friend that could ever friend, especially not at the beginning of the show. Yeah, he says stuff that riles Scott up. And yeah, he chucks lacrosse balls at Scott bc he’s pissed off at him. And he gets him beat up by blaming him for keying a car. These are objectively shitty things.

Now on to Scott. I’m starting at the beginning, because some brit chick told me once it’s a good place to start. It’s an anti-scott favorite to point out Star Wars. But I wanna talk about the history of Stiles and Scott’s friendship in general. We’re not explicitly told how long they’ve been friends. It’s implied “for ages” but there’s a lot of evidence that points to them not knowing each other until later (my preference is the 5th grade, just after Stiles’ mom died).

Stiles had a boa once, apparently. But Scott doesn’t know this. Stiles was apparently friends with Heather since they were in diapers but Scott doesn’t know her. Stiles has panic attacks and apparently a social anxiety disorder, but Scott has no clue about it.

Stiles doesn’t actually share many, if any, passions/interests with Scott besides Lacrosse. We know Stiles can skate, but Scott has never done it before Ice Pick episode. We know Stiles has other friends like Heather, but they’ve somehow never been introduced to Scott. Stiles plays videogames “Online gaming community that battles mythical creatures” but Scott has no clue what he’s talking about. Stiles has a favorite movie series that Scott has never watched. Scott, if I’m honest, got totally shafted by the show. He has no interests. We see a little dartboard on his wall in his room. We see posters. But he doesn’t do ANYTHING except play lacrosse and go to work at the vet. Then he gets a motorbike, which I guess....is supposed to count as a personality trait? We know jack-shit about Scott’s hobbies, even though he’s the main character. And what we do know is in Negatives. We know he has a shit vocabulary. We know he doesn’t like to read. (at least...before his “better Scott McCall program”) We know he doesn’t bowl. We know he sucks at literally all school related things. We know he has literally no other friends besides Stiles, until he becomes a werewolf.

But to me, what stands out is how...unobliging Scott is about their friendship?

It’s established that Scott usually runs around with Stiles when he’s got an idea, yeah. Two bros being dumbasses. Got it. But Stiles clearly has this whole mentality/joke view of them that’s Batman & Robin “I don’t wanna be Robin all the time” but Scott just sort of...shuts him down? “No one’s batman and robin any of the time”

I acknowledge that it’s a sort of tense situation...kind of? He’s sneaking into an empty bus lot to go sniff at the crime scene. He’s not really in danger here? But his tone of voice is so dismissive? Like he’s completely confused that Stiles would ever think that. But if they’ve been friends for ages, why would he only just now be finding out about it? And why would he dismiss it if they’re that close?

Then, of course, there’s Star Wars. Like...fine, whatever, Scott doesn’t like Star Wars. Except that it’s not that he doesn’t like it. It’s that he refuses to watch it. He knows nothing about Stiles’ favorite movie? He gets frustrated when Stiles makes Star Wars jokes because he doesn’t get them. But even KiRA is willing to watch it, and he just laughs about it.

Jackson and Lydia were supposed to be garbage to each other, but she still watched lacrosse videos with him and he watched The Notebook however many times Lydia wanted. If the couple we’re supposed to think is shitty is more kind to each other than Scott is to Stiles, what am I supposed to take away from that?

There’s also the part where he never just...believes Stiles? Not unless it’s in his favor. Sure, it sounds crazy that Stiles tells him he’s a werewolf and he’s gonna go crazy on a full moon. But Scott watched his bite completely disappear. He knows the shit he did on the field was bizarre and physically impossible for him. He doesn’t need his inhaler anymore. He heard Allison talking from Outside the School. There’s so much evidence to back Stiles up here, it’s ridiculous. And Scott still won’t believe him. Stiles tells Scott he thinks Matt’s the killer. Scott asks him why, Stiles doesn’t have an answer, and Scott immediately shuts him down. He tells Scott that it isn’t Lydia, and Scott argues with him, citing a test that he later admits he thinks is bullshit! Stiles tells Scott that virgins are being sacrificed and he’s scared he’ll be next, Scott laughs at him. Stiles tells Scott he thinks he was the one who wrote that shit on the board, the one who planted the bomb. Scott refuses to listen to him. He warns him about Theo, gets completely blown off. And Stiles is almost never wrong. But Scott continues to ignore him and refuses to believe him. Meanwhile Stiles believes Scott about Derek being dangerous. He believes Scott about Derek being the one in the bus. About how Peter is going after Allison (He must be going after Allison, the national archery finalist who’s always surrounded by hunters. Surely she’s “vulnerable.” It’s not like there’s someone way more vulnerable following Scott around, someone that Peter might force into helping him find Derek? HMMM?) Think about it, when does Stiles ever doubt Scott?

How he outright ignores Stiles just constantly? Even after he loses his temper with Stiles in the room in episode 1, he still goes to the Fucking Party. Even after Stiles tells him he can’t be in lacrosse anymore because it’s too dangerous, he ‘tries’ to quit and when he’s told that if he won’t play one game, he’s off first line, he outright ignores Stiles and fights with him until Stiles backs off and lets him play, where he proceeds to do EXACTLY what Stiles and Derek thought he would, and loses control. If ALlison hadn’t been there. People would have died. A kid from the other team saw Scott’s wolf eyes. He exposed himself! Then there’s the parts where he just pretends Stiles doesn’t exist. When he goes to hang out with Allison, and Stiles can’t get him on the phone, and when he finally answers he admits “did you get my texts?” “Yeah, all nine million of them” that he was literally just refusing to text Stiles back while he sat in the car with Allison and did nothing else. He won’t tell Stiles where he’s going, and he turns his phone off once they get to the woods. He also turns his phone off while Stiles is trying to take care of Derek, who IS POISONED and Bleeding and SHOT. Instead of trying to do anything he willfully ignores it and makes out with Allison, then wanders the house with Allison, then eats dinner with the family. He could’ve pulled the ‘i need to use the restroom’ ANY FUCKING TIME. He could’ve explained in a text at ANY TIME what he was doing and why it was taking so long. he just refused. When Stiles calls at the pool, Scott has no reason to hang up. Yeah, the phone made noise while it was ringing but after he hung up on Stiles he continued to just sit there with Allison and whisper to each other. He could’ve fucking talked on the phone! There was NOthing stopping him!

Then there’s how much danger he’s happy to put Stiles in? Like, he still hated Derek and thought he was a dangerous thug, while ignoring Stiles’ messages and leaving him alone with Derek. They knew Jackson was dangerous and had attacked Stiles before, and he left Stiles alone in the van with him?? Jackson wouldn’t need to break out of the vehicle, just the cuffs and Stiles would be dead. But for some reason Scott goes to school? LIke yeah I get it. He might fail his classes. But Stiles gave up first line just to check if Scott’s mom was the Alpha. Why couldn’t allison have watched Jackson with an arrow pointed at his head? She was better equipped than Stiles and in no danger of failing classes.

Look, I know I’m only talking about the first couple seasons but I have a rlly bad memory and I haven’t seen s3a or s3b in a long ass time. (gonna have to watch ‘em later tho while I work on the rewrite)

There’s probably more I’m missing. I’m just so damn cranky and sad. I’ll probably add more eventually when I get mad enough abt it.

#personal #Meta Ramblings #rant #anti-scott mccall #should I not be putting these 'read more' things in?#there's a weirdly big descrepancy in notes between my rants with read more's and my rants without

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vermillionflames · 4 years ago

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hi... idk what this is hehe :)

nozel x oc

word count: 2k+

warnings: language, mention of blood and self-stabbing (non violent)

PROLOGUE

“There, there, Your Highness,” the guard said as he wiped away the princesses tears, “It must’ve been so scary down there. I’m sorry you had to go all alone this time. If I had permission or the strength to go with you I would. But you’re alright now. I’ll be standing guard outside your door all night if you need me.”

The guard had a smile so small you would only see it if you knew to look for it. The princess didn’t need to see the smile to know he meant what he said. Out of all the soldiers in the Kingdom hers were the most loyal.

“Please don’t tell my father I was crying… or the King!”

“I would never, it will be our little secret, alright, Princess Seraphina,” he stuck out it pink to show he meant his promise.

“Thank you,” the young girl crawled back under her blankets as her guard headed towards the door, “Goodnight, Dante.”

REAL TIME I GUESS

You know when you tell your husband for days to not do something because there will be a negative outcome, but he does it anyway? And what you told him would happen, does? And yet he still acts surprised and upset? Sometimes takes his anger out on you via a cold shoulder and glare? No admittance that you were right? That’s what it’s like to be married to the Captain of the Silver Eagles.

I love Nozel dearly but he is more annoying than my father-in-law and the ladies of the court asking about babies. Actually, now that I think about it, the whole Silva family had something about them…

“Vice Captain? Are you alright?”

That’s one way to snap me out of a scheme

“Oh, Nils, I’m sorry. A thought crossed my mind and I got lost in it… What were you saying?” Will probably get scolded for that later.

“I was just telling you how I’d improve myself before my next mission with what I learned on the previous one… Do you think Captain will be pleased with my plan?”

Royalty always wants to improve themselves without much training, but I can’t say that to him without it causing a rile so I just smile at him.

“I think Nozel will be very pleased. Now if you wouldn’t mind, I do have a lot of work to get to,” I gesture to some papers on my desk.

He nods and takes his leave. I sigh and turn my chair to face the window. Noelle should have gotten her grimoire by now, surely. I do not want to do this paperwork or deal with the hell my in laws will unleash on their baby sister, but if anyone had a chance of redirecting their attention to another failure it was me and my womb.

I play with the ring on my left hand. It was his mothers, in fact Nozel had gifted me with more jewelry than I could ever wear that had come from Lady Acier’s collection. Sometimes I wondered if he got it all or first dibs and took it all because he was the oldest. Perhaps her collection had just been so expansive I could have a shit load and the other kids could do. The girls didn’t ever bat a lash when I wore her crowns and necklaces.

There’s a firm knock on my door, they don’t pause before opening it. Husbands, ya know? I looked over my shoulder to see he’s entered my office, not bothering to shut the door (to avoid scandal though I’ve never understood how married people can be scandalous with each other? The policies of this country were difficult to understand).

“Yes,” I ask, raising my brow at him.

“Noelle has received her grimoire,” his face was bleak.

“And?”

“And she still cannot control her magic. She’s still a shame to House Silva.”

The fluctuation in his mana told me all I needed to know.

“Nozel-”

“Don’t try to coddle me, Seraphina. You don’t understand what this means for my family and our reputation.”

I wonder in our 14 years of marriage if he’s ever learned that I can read his mind and emotions. He kept on the mean big brother act and never shut it off. However, I like to take opportunities to argue when I see them. I turn my whole body to face him and cross my arms.

“Like how we don’t have an heir?”

“Don’t start this right now,” his voice was low and serious, “Nebra, Solid, and I will be having dinner with our father and grandparents tonight.”

“Then I’ll join you,” I shot up out of my chair, “It would look bad if I stayed here.”

His stare was cold. I started to prepare an argument in my head.

“Fine. But wear something nice,” he moved his attention to the deep cut of my dress, “Maybe we should get your robes adjusted.”

“Oh darling, I think that’s the most attention you’ve given my breasts in our whole marriage.” I bit my tongue, a little too late for that, Sera. Oops.

“Tsh,” Nozel turned and headed for the door, “You should probably have the maids at the castle help you get ready… We both know you won’t be able to braid your own hair.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The door closed and I was alone again. The mother fucker. He was right, but that mother fucker. If he knew what kind of foul language I had stored in my head for him… Maybe tonight will be the night all chaos explodes. Dinner and a show with me as the main actress.

I started to make a mental list of things to bring up during our argument as I made a spacial magic gate to my quarters at the Silva Castle.

----

I opted for an emerald gown with silver jewelry for tonight. Rule number one of House Silva: all the jewelry is silver. If you happen to have gold it was either a gift from House Vermillion or House Kira and you only ever wore it to fit a dress code House Vermillion made for a ball. Same thing for red and blue. Do not wear red or blue unless you want to piss off your husband, which I’ll admit is fun but he threw the poor dress into the fireplace the next morning. We don’t even share a room, he had to wake up early, come in, and find it to do that.

Rule number two: be very, very good at keeping your thoughts to yourself. Especially when it comes to Noelle, Acier, and your lack of offspring.

“Seraphina, perhaps you decided to join us because you and Nozel have some good news to share,” if Nebra was anything it was blunt and to the point.

I gave Nozel the side eye.

“No,” He said while lifting his wine to his lips, “Just didn’t want to bother socializing with the rest of the squad tonight.”

I gave her a meek smile.

“Well, Seraphina, I have something to show you, Solid rose from his seat and walked over to Noelle who was staring at her food with tears in her eyes. He pulled her grimoire out from her side while she winced. “Look at how thin this is. You’re more a Silva than Noelle could ever be.”

I dropped my shoulders and focused on my plate in front of me.

“I guess...”

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If I got anything from that dinner it’s that I needed to find a way to sneak Noelle out of the castle and get her away; at least for a day. I was sat at my vanity removing all the tiny gems the servant had insisted on putting in my hair. If I couldn’t stand up to her to my in-laws the least I could do was get her away. God how many gems were there? I started at the bell to call a maid… I really hate doing this but if there’s one thing I cannot do it is my hair.

After a few moments a young girl came to my room and went right to work undoing the braids and taking out the gems. I watched her in the mirror, she never took her eyes off my head.

“So, what’s the hot gossip from the servants quarters?”

She paused.

“I’m sure nothing would be of interest to you ma’am.”

I purse my lips.

“If I say you can keep all the gems in my hair?”

“That wouldn’t be necessary, the masters pay us kindly.”

“Oh… well surely you heard something that would be of interest to me?”

“Ma’am, I know you don’t stay here often, but typically you wouldn’t speak to me so casually…”

“Who cares about that? It’s late. It’s just you and me here. Everyone else is probably settled into bed,” No budge. Oh. “Lord Nozel won’t be visiting my chambers tonight. It’s alright.”

“Surely the Captain visits his wife every night… You two are in love and you’re so beautiful.”

Great. Not the can of worms I wanted to open. And now I gave her shit to say about me!

“He stays in his room when I am bleeding.” And now I have to stab myself or else she’ll know I lied. Dammit.

“Oh, the other servant didn’t mention you were… Would you like me to get you some warm towels?”

“No, what I would like is some information that only someone in your position would know.”

“Really, ma’am. There’s nothing happening these days.”

“Please?”

“Um… well I have a friend that works for House Vermillion and she said they’ve been preparing Lady Mereoleona’s room for her return. They expect her to arrive tomorrow afternoon.”

Oh god.

“And Lord and Lady Vermillion had to have meat brought in from the town! The chefs don’t even know how to cook meat!”

“Surely they can just give it to the girl and let her cook it herself…”

“You’re funny, Lady Seraphina.”

“Well, ya know, someone in the family has to be! Thank you for your help. You’re dismissed, go off to bed now.”

The girl bowed and left.

And she had the right fucking idea.

I need to leave too. Mereoleona? No thank you. God only knows what kind of torment she has planned for me. Actually, probably not God. Probably no higher being.

I need to hide somewhere and take Noelle with me. I throw off my dressing gown and scramble to put on clothes, throwing random shit I think I’ll want in a bag. Real manic style. Now if there’s one thing I am not it is a bad liar. I throw the blankets off my bed and lay as if I’m going to sleep. Crossing my leg so it sorta comes to wear my center lays and take out a knife and cut my leg… which heals pretty quickly given my abilities. I’m almost certain it’s not enough to be convincing but I am far more concerned in avoiding the Vermillion to care.

Next stop, Noelle’s room. I knock on the door. No answer so I help myself. She’s asleep, dry tears around her eyes. I put my hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, wake up. Noelle.”

She gasps and her eyes fly open, instantly putting her arms in defense. I take a step back… They didn’t wake her up to hurt her… did they?

“Pack a bag, we’re going into hiding.”

“What?”

“Lady Mereoleona is coming back for her yearly visit. I’m taking you and we’re gonna go hide at the beach castle.” Yeah, I married into a two castle family. Had its perks.

“Why?”

“Because you’re my baby sister by marriage and I think we both could use a little vacation. Don’t you agree?”

“Really? But what about Nozel?”

“I’ll deal with him if he notices. Chances are no one will know. So get up, grab your stuff, and let's go.”

She got out of bed quick. I sat at her vanity while she gathered some things.

“Also, no servants.”

“No servants?!” She turned me so quick she almost snapped her neck.

“You’ll live. This is about survival. Now,” I stand to make a portal to the beach castle, “let’s go.”

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raleighcarrera · 5 years ago

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jinx

the wayhaven chronicles | mason x mc (kira langford)

mason and the detective go home together after the carnival. set immediately following the end of book 2.

(this is @choicesarehard and @raleighcarrera‘s fault)

~4.1k words | E (18+)

“well... it’s getting late.” he’s doing his best not to look at her too obviously as the detective yawns and stretches, but the way her body moves under the moonlight and the soft strip of skin that appears for him to ogle when her shirt rides up makes it pretty much impossible.

against his will, his mind is drawn back to what they’d done in that dark corner of the haunted house, just about thirty minutes ago. mason’s tongue drags along his bottom lip, as though still tasting her, somehow. he wonders if the mark he’d left on the back of her neck while he fucked her from behind has darkened into a bruise yet.

he twists, scowling as soon as he catches sight of the way felix is grinning at him. the obnoxious expression on his face lets him know that he’s been more obvious than he might’ve hoped for.

“what?” he demands, dropping his voice so kira won’t hear him. she’s talking to nate, anyway, smiling at something he’s said. her eyes crinkle at the corners. mason averts his gaze.

“oh, nothing.” felix’s smile is a mile wide. “just wondering what had you two caught up for so long.”

mason rolls his eyes. before he can bite out his retort, kira turns away from nate, seemingly addressing them all. “i’ll see you guys soon?”

their eyes find each other’s. he says nothing, simply holding her gaze. that ever-present electricity seems to crackle in the space between them. even though she’s talking to everyone, she’s looking at him.

“of course,” adam answers brusquely, though his voice sounds far away. reluctantly, mason directs his eyes to him. adam’s already looking at him, something forceful on his expression. he’s seen that look before.

“i’ll walk you to your car,” mason offers, turning and heading toward the parking lot without waiting for her. he smirks into the darkness as her shoes hit the concrete a little faster, the detective obviously rushing to catch up.

“you know,” she says, as soon as she’s at his side again, “you’re not a very effective body guard if you run off and leave me behind.”

his grin sharpens at its edges. “trust me, this isn’t my preferred method of guarding your body.”

she laughs, and he’s surprised to find that he’s grown to enjoy the way he never knows how she’s going to react to one of his overt flirtations. sometimes she gives as good as she gets, and sometimes she answers so sincerely it makes him uncomfortable, but no matter what she says or does, she always surprises him.

they reach her car in companionable silence, more quickly than he’d like. she slows to a stop in front of the driver’s side door. his eyes zero in on her face, and kira stares back evenly, as though she feels as drawn in as he does.

“you know,” she offers, her voice level, “you could come home with me.”

he stalls momentarily, though his recovery is swift, his answering grin all teeth. “yeah? you afraid of the dark?”

her shoulders roll with a shrug. again, he’s stuck by the way her body moves. “maybe i just want some more time with you.”

mason barks out a laugh to distract from the unwelcome and unfamiliar feeling that courses through him. it’s almost something like fondness -- maybe something he felt once or twice before, a long time ago. “i’m flattered, sweetheart. but i’m not exactly a sleepover kind of guy.”

she blinks. purses her pretty lips. then opens the car door and ducks quickly into the front seat, but not so quickly that he misses the disappointment that flashes over her features. the detective shrugs, then simply says, “okay. i’ll see you around, then.”

before he’s fully aware of what he’s doing, his hand shoots out and grabs the door, stopping her from closing it. he leans in closer. “that wasn’t a ‘no.’”

the detective’s eyebrows lift. “it sure sounded like one.”

he shakes his head at her, his gaze heated where he’s still staring into her eyes. “just making myself clear.”

kira sighs at him, exasperated in a way that’s almost a little bit cute. “i think i’ve got it by now. get in.”

he tsks playfully at her as he moves away so she can shut the door, wandering over to the other side of the car. “bossy.”

“someone has to keep you in line,” she smirks, though the effect of it is dampened as the car’s engine turns over three or four times before finally starting.

he should probably let someone know where he’s going. the right thing to do would be to text adam, but as he pulls out his phone, mason finds he just can’t resist the urge to push nate’s buttons.

seeing the detective home safely :-) he writes, smiley-nose and all. don’t wait up

nate’s reply is almost instantaneous. you’re repulsive

he grins to himself as he pockets his phone, staring out the window as the empty streets of wayhaven pass by. the comfortable quiet that fills the car has him feeling bizarrely at peace, again, and though the windows are open his senses aren’t affronted by every random smell and sound they speed by. instead, he finds his focus is on the detective’s steady heartbeat and the hushed, almost imperceptible sound of her breathing, though he’s trying to ignore why that is. he’d really hate to ruin even a moment of this with introspection.

the walk up to her apartment is familiar, though mason can’t help but to take it all in with a critical eye, sharpening his hearing for any potential threats that might be waiting for them.

he’d prefer not to have any interruptions for what he’s planning to do to her.

his gaze snaps back to kira as she steps inside and heads off toward her bedroom, already stripping off her jacket and peeling her shirt up and over her head. mason grins as he pushes the front door shut behind him, flipping the lock. “eager, are we?”

he toes off his boots and follows her. “mmm,” she hums, sounding unimpressed, “i’m going to take a shower.”

mason blinks, his eyes trained on her hips where she’s shimmying her jeans down. the lacy black underwear he’d had bunched under his fingers just an hour before recaptures his attention all over again. “a shower?”

“uh huh,” she confirms, kicking her jeans away when they fall to the floor, “i let some guy fuck me at the carnival in the haunted house and it was honestly kind of gross --”

his laughter cuts her off, and when she sends a grin his way he can’t resist reaching out and shoving her shoulder. “fine. we’ll shower.”

her arms fold under her chest, below her bra. “i don’t recall inviting you.”

mason steps closer, staring her down. from the distance between them -- which isn’t much -- their size difference is pronounced, and he smirks at the way she has to crane her neck to be able to meet his eyes. “so you don’t want me to shower with you?”

her tongue darts out to lick her lips. his eyes follow the movement, settling on the corners of her mouth when they twitch upwards. “i didn’t say that.”

he reaches behind his neck for the collar of his t-shirt and pulls it up and over his head. the way her eyes slide over his newly bare skin and linger along the contours of his muscles makes him feel an undeniable spike of pride.

plenty of people he’s been with have looked at him like that. her reaction isn’t foreign to him, but the way it makes him feel in return certainly is. it’s unsettling and more than mildly annoying to realize that he cares -- maybe, a little bit -- about what she thinks when she looks at him.

the detective reaches down to unbutton his jeans. mason feels his breath catch as she deliberately lowers the zipper and pushes them down his hips.

there’s something he’s been wanting to do to her since he first really let himself look her way -- since he started thinking of her as more than just an annoyance.

not that she wasn’t, still, but she was undeniably more than that, now.

mason grips her thighs and lifts her easily into his arms, grinning at the way kira’s legs immediately fold around his bare waist. he starts shuffling them back toward her bathroom, kicking out of his jeans as they go.

“smooth,” kira smirks, running her hands down his bare chest. she almost sounds impressed.

his hands slide around to grab her ass. “if you liked that, wait ‘til you see what else i can do.”

she matches the grin on his face and then leans down to kiss him passionately, and he exhales a ragged breath against her lips as his elbow hits the light switch for her bathroom, illuminating the space. without breaking their kiss, he sets her down on the counter, pressing his mouth forcefully against hers.

“so,” he pants against her mouth, pulling away to give his focus to unhooking her bra, “this guy you fucked in the haunted house. was he good looking?”

“well...” they’re close enough that he can feel the way her lips twist into a smile. “it was pretty dark in there.”

mason huffs out a laugh, peeling his body away from hers. kira’s bra falls to the floor, and he pushes a hand through his hair as he looks down at her, getting a better look at her body than he ever has under the bright lights of her bathroom, his eyes lingering first on her bare chest and then on her face.

she’s undeniably gorgeous. but she knows that, judging by the way she’s kicking her legs back and forth against the counter, smiling cheekily at him. he reaches behind himself to turn on her shower, holding his hand under the spray.

“you’d better come check the temperature,” he warns, letting his eyes slowly travel the length of her body again as kira hops off the counter and steps closer, shedding her underwear as she does so. “i like it hot.”

kira wraps her arm around his waist for balance, pressing in along his side. her proximity has his eyes going half-lidded, especially when she rubs deliberately against him as she leans in to hold her own hand under the running shower.

her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she looks over her shoulder at him. “it’s nothing i can’t handle.”

out of everything she says and does, that’s what makes his cock twitch.

but then again, he’s been battling the urge to handle her all fucking night. kicking his own boxers off, he crowds her into the shower, plastering his chest along her back and tripping over her feet in his haste to get them both behind the curtain, which she tugs closed with her arm twisted around over his shoulder.

mason sighs as his hips press forward against her bare skin, the warmth of her softening the pinprick each drop of water beats sharply against him. his arms move from around her to press his palms against the wall behind her head, and he cages her body in as steam starts to fill up the bathroom.

the detective turns in his arms and looks up at him, holding his gaze as her back arches to bring their bodies closer. he hears himself hiss from between his teeth when their skin makes contact, and lets one hand move to push her long hair out of the way, trailing his fingers down her back.

her red lips part with a breathless exhale. “mason.”

his hips jerk forward, rutting insistently against hers. the pretty gasp of surprise she gives him makes it hard to regret his forcefulness.

his other hand moves slowly down to her leg, where he drags his palm against the smooth skin of her thigh and then lifts, hitching it around his waist. the detective leans into the movement as he positions her, easily pressing in as close to him as she can.

they’d been face-to-face the first time they’d done this, but it’d felt markedly less... intimate, then. maybe the rest of the team was right. maybe he had gotten in too deep.

it’s hard to worry about that now, though, with the way she’s rubbing against him. kira seems intent on drawing him inside of her all on her own, and his grip on her tightens as he recalls the way she’d taken every inch of him earlier that evening, wailing the haunted house’s walls down like she was an actor hired by the carnival.

mason smirks at her, reaching down to help her along. the way she moans when he first presses his cock in has him gritting his teeth hard enough to crack them.

she’s remarkably tight, given he was just inside her, the way she’s squeezing him making him pant where he’s got their foreheads tipped together, staring into her eyes. she’s no less sexy than any of the other times they’ve done this, but it’s noticeably different, now -- almost reminiscent of that gentle, searching kiss she’d given him in his bedroom at the warehouse, when he was supposed to be recovering after their run-in with the trappers.

he forces his eyes away from hers, tucking his face in the crook of her neck. mason focuses on the water from the shower, beating against his back almost painfully as he drives into her, and not on the way she’s sighing so sweetly into his ear, continually murmuring his name.

“you like that, sweetheart?” his voice is a low growl over the sound of the shower, his grip on her leg tightening. she’s already shaking against him -- another point of pride of his -- and her moans start to reach a new volume when his other hand slips between their bodies to tease between her legs.

“oh, god,” she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut tight. she’s clinging so tightly to his shoulders that he has to spare a pitying thought to the scratches that are doubtlessly already healing over, just as quickly as she can leave them. it might be kind of nice to keep proof of the way she’s clawing at him, now, so that he can have it with him the next time she ignores him, planning something with nate or arguing with adam, instead.

not that it bothers him, or anything. he just... notices, is all.

he doesn’t even want her to talk to him.

anyway -- that’s one of the things he’s always liked about fucking humans. he’s not exactly a man of repeat performances, but leaving behind marks is sort of his specialty, especially when someone can wear them as well as the detective does.

the little hickey he’d left behind her ear kept taunting him, all week long, anytime she moved just right and her hair failed to cover it.

now, he can’t quite resist latching his lips onto it again, where it’s starting to fade, and reworking the mark anew.

“open your eyes,” he commands into her ear, pulling his head back to look at her. his hand regretfully leaves her thigh to swipe his wet hair out of his face, though she tightens her leg around him and draws him in deeper with a heel at his back, punching a groan out of his chest.

“mason,” she moans again, her breath hitching into a gasp halfway through. it’s maybe his favorite way anyone’s ever said his name.

he swivels his hips, fucking into her a little harder. “jesus, you are stunning,” he mutters, his eyes on her face and the droplets of water running down her cheek, over her neck and down to her chest.

it’s a lot more pleasant now than the last time he saw her soaked through with rain.

her hand lifts as his thumb finds her clit and rubs circles on it, and he looks up from where his lips had been about to descend onto her chest when she tenderly brushes his wet hair out of his eyes. the look in her eyes makes his movements falter for just a moment before he remembers himself and manages a smirk, rubbing her a little faster.

“oh, god,” she gasps again, “i -- i --”

“you what?” he taunts, pressing her back into the shower wall, “tell me.”

he knows she’s going to come. he can almost taste it, hanging heavy in the air between them -- but she doesn’t say so. instead, she rockets off against him with only a choked groan of his name, and that’s somehow better, the way she’s shaking apart in his arms enough to make his eyeteeth tingle meaningfully.

he’d never actually do it, of course -- probably not even if she wanted him to -- but the fantasy of biting her is shamefully what gets him there, and kira sighs sweetly when he comes inside of her, slumping into his arms.

her hazel eyes are unfocused when they land on him, dazed enough to make him smirk. mason lets himself enjoy the smell of her before the shower will doubtlessly wash it away, the ever-present warmth of ginger and lemon mixing with the mark he’d left behind.

he helps her leg back down to the tile. “can you stand?”

“please,” she mumbles, still working to catch her breath, “your dick’s not that impressive.”

mason laughs as she straightens up. she does seem pretty steady on her feet. he’ll have to work a little harder next time.

“you know i can tell when you’re lying.” he leans back, looking her over. her long, dark hair is plastered to her back, and there’s a few red marks where he’d maybe been a little too demanding with her, sticking out like exclamation points against her otherwise unmarred skin.

annoyingly, she’s even more gorgeous now than she had been before.

“whatever.” the detective sighs, eyeing his chest. he has the strange feeling she wants to lean her face there, so he drops his arms from around her, shuffling his feet back.

“here,” he finds himself saying, as he notes the goosebumps breaking out across her arms. she must be cold. with a hand on her wrist, he pulls her around so she’s the one standing under the water.

“thanks.” mason stares as she tilts her head back under the stream, the water raining down on her chest. his cock makes a valiant effort to get hard again as she reaches her hands up and pushes them through her hair.

then, she straightens, cracking her eyes open to peer suspiciously at him. “what’re you staring at?”

“i feel like you already know the answer to that, detective.” he drags his tongue across his teeth.

“kira,” she reminds him, leaning around his body to grab her shampoo. she passes him the bottle once she’s taken some, and he watches her rub it into her hair for a moment before doing the same.

“you don’t like your nicknames?” the smell of the shampoo fills his senses all at once, predictably eclipsing all traces of her and the smell of her with him on her.

“kira would be more than fine,” she says, though he suspects she likes the sweethearts a little more than she lets on.

they wash up quietly, until her matching body wash and conditioner have them both smelling more like oranges than an orange tree. she steps out of the shower first, dripping water onto the tile, and passes him a towel.

mason tucks his around his waist, fighting back the urge to touch her once she’s covered, too. he usually avoids shit like this, but he finds he really wants to rub his palms over the curve of her body where the towel’s draped under her arms, until he knows what she feels like with damp terrycloth covering her, too.

he rolls his eyes at himself, instead, flexing in her bathroom mirror. she gives a little laugh when she notices, but otherwise shuffles off toward her bedroom in silence.

he stands awkwardly in the doorway, looking at his scattered clothes. she’d been asleep the last time he’d done this, and now...

the detective isn’t looking at him, but there isn’t any way he can get back into his clothes and out of her apartment without her noticing. not that he’s doing much of anything, then, except watching her slip gracefully into her pajamas and brush out her hair until it falls over her shoulders, already starting to curl while it dries.

she sits down on the edge of her bed and fixes him with a look. “you know, you could stay here tonight.”

even if he wanted to -- which he doesn’t -- it hardly seems wise. “the others are waiting for me.”

her head tilts to the side. “are they?”

it’s not like they don’t know. he’s pretty sure everyone knows -- even her mom. even her fucking coworkers. even that little idiot at the front desk who’d made a point to dress like him in the hopes of impressing her.

“i know what this is,” he grins suddenly, folding his arms across his bare chest, “you’re hoping for morning sex.”

this is where he’s most comfortable, and sometimes it seems like it’s the same for her, too. sometimes her remarks back are so biting -- so obvious, so impossible to resist -- that it leaves him speechless.

kira sighs, and he knows instantly that now isn’t one of those times. as she looks away, he feels like he’s somehow disappointed her. “you caught me,” she says, and he can’t quite see her pupils in the low light of her bedroom but he doesn’t need to, anyway, to know that she’s lying. her left shoulder lifts in a half-shrug, slipping the strap of her pajama top down. “i’ll see you tomorrow or something.”

he blinks, looking down at where his jeans are crumpled near his feet, waiting for him to put them on. mason ducks back into the bathroom, first, to grab his boxers, and doesn’t think too much about anything else as he pulls them on.

kira’s staring at her phone while he looks for his shirt and then slips that on, too. she’s not even scrolling -- just holding the device in her hand, her gaze fixed resolutely on the screen.

he’s ignored a lot of little signs since they first met, even tonight -- pushed passing comments from the others out of his mind, tried not to think about the sincerity in her voice or the softness in her eyes or anything, really, other than what they could get up to alone together. but it’s pretty difficult to ignore her body language, now.

as soon as he’s dressed, mason’s feet bring him to the edge of the bed before he can stop them. “hey.” she doesn’t look up until he clears his throat pointedly.

doing this was a lot less complicated when she’d been asleep. maybe he should’ve waited, again, so he wouldn’t have to see her look at him like that. was that how she’d looked when she woke up the next morning, after he’d left? he hoped not.

maybe he should kiss her goodbye. she never looked at him with anything other than a smile when he kissed her.

just as he makes up his mind and leans down, her hand shoots out, stopping him with a palm pressed gently but still firmly against his chest. he looks down at her hand in surprise.

she seems to think better of whatever she’d been planning to say. “goodnight, mason,” is what comes out instead, with finality.

he blinks, then nods at her, stepping away. kira returns his last look in a way that makes him feel a little strange before he turns and heads to the front door.

he takes the scenic route back to the warehouse, slowing his speed so he can chain smoke. it’s been awhile since he’s done that -- she’s always around, now, asking him to put them out. asking him to do something that’s not like him.

he’s really not interested in thinking too much about her, but the walk doesn’t clear his head like he’d hoped it would. unfortunately, the carnival teller’s fortune floats back to him, mixing messily with his already swirling thoughts. mason can’t hold back his growl of frustration; he’s given that stupid hack way too much of his brain space already.

one day you’ll trust her more than you trust yourself.

the expression on kira’s face comes back to him unbidden. he blinks, rubbing at his eyes.

sure, he thinks sarcastically to himself as he stalks off to his bedroom, the warehouse blessedly quiet around him. the look she’d shot his way when he’d left won’t seem to fade from his mind. when?

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