#and i don't like n!isaac in the slightest

[beevean]

To be fair, game Isaac also wanted revenge on Hector for causing Dracula's death: this is not what N!Isaac "stole" from him. The difference is that in the mangas, Hector's deliberate betrayal kickstarted a chain of events that left Isaac, through no fault of his own, without a home, a Lord, and a close friend he might have even had feelings for: he was forced to live in the nothingness for three years while Hector enjoyed his new life with Rosaly, which fed his growing resentment. I actually feel sorry for him, while still being horrified at the way he chose to get his revenge.

N!Isaac was a fool who underestimated Carmilla and N!Hector, and never cared one iota about the latter, not seeing him as a colleague worth of respect but as a dumb manchild to tolerate with gritted teeth. While him being consumed by anger after Dracula's death makes sense, his hatred for N!Hector in S3 feels forced, because if he blames him for Dracula's downfall, by all means he should blame himself too - now that would have been more interesting than his flat misanthropy.

On top of that, not only the dude lived those months far far far better than N!Hector, to the point where I almost wished he would put the poor sap out of his misery, which kind of kills the tension of him being on the warpath; his final character development was more or less "I don't need to live for Dracula's sake, I like doing things for myself", which is fine, but it's only the first step: dude barely feels a thing over the past month he spent killing innocents out of petty reasons while having overdramatic reactions to their "rudeness", he just liked killing the mad wizard for "just" reasons. Since this is the point where he stole Hector's character development: while I wish the mangas went more into detail about his bloodsoaked past, his remorse is the primary reason he fled and grew. He absolutely reclaimed his agency as well ("I sought this power so that I could remain human! Not for anyone’s sake! For me!! For myself!! Not to be the pawn in some ridiculous plot for revenge!!"), but it was both for his sake and humanity's.

My good man didn't leave the castle with a light heart.

And this makes him a far more noble person than N!Isaac, while still flawed.

N!Isaac is a weird fusion of Isaac, Hector and Death, without fully nailing what made them compelling characters, because while he is the only character who was afforded a coherent character arc, it's still a rushed mess propped together by narrative shilling.

Another flaw of the story is that N!Hector and N!Isaac are not the intertwined foils they are in CoD. They are just the idiot one and the gigachad one, the dude who gets tormented and humiliated for nothing and the dude who gets everything he wants without sacrifice. N!Isaac just pops in in N!Hector's story to stop his OOC attempt of reviving Dracula and jesusly forgive him for the sin of being stupid. N!Hector doesn't even spare a thought about his colleague until he's reminded of his existence, he matters that little to him - even in the very final episode. It's a waste of potential to the highest degree.

And I could also spend words about how game Isaac is more nuanced than fans give him credit for, but that's a matter for another post :P in the meantime, it's obvious that Isaac is Hector's mirror just as much as Dracula is, he's what Hector would have become if he chose loyalty over freedom, if he let the Curse consume him, if he didn't fight for his own agency. Their narratives feed into each other: they drag each other down in a destructive cycle, but Hector ascends in the end, while Isaac hits rock bottom. Which makes sense, since Isaac doesn't want to be his own person and he's content with being Dracula's tool.

People only talking about Netflix Castlevania's Hector makes me kind of sad.

Not because Netflixvania Hector was so broken and tragic, but because OG Hector (who also went through some tragic stuff off screen and before the game officially begins) would have been 100% done with everyone's(Mainly Isaac's) shit and had 0 chill. And the main character of his own fucking video game!

I'm talking HAM levels of anger and tearing everyone up with his bare fists (that's an option btw). He fought Trevor, Saint Germain, and Death and triggered a time paradox!

I don't think it's saying too much that I'm not very impressed with how they handled his character in the Animated Series. Or anything after Season 2... (Except Isaac... I guess...)

[fadedmunson]

all apologies | o. isaac

pairings ; oscar isaac x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

summary ; you do something that you know you shouldn't have done, now you're facing the consequences

genre ; reader doing something kinda dumb, slightest bit of angst, and then all comfort ^^ kinda established relationship already

notes ; 1 curse word !! im not very good at writing and english is not my first language, thank you for understanding

wc ; 🤷‍♀️, not proofread !!

the hot, blistering sun was making your skin all sticky but thank god for this pool

"c'mon dude, just do it!" your friends egged you on

"i mean whats the worst that could happen?" one of them asked

"well, im sooo glad you asked! because i could hurt myself and ruin oscars mural, he just painted it i would never forgive myself." just thinking about it made you shiver

the pool party was a pretty cute and small gathering. only your friends and oscars were at this party and since you shared most of the same friends, it blended together really well

the only problem was how intimate and cozy your shared place could be with more than 10 people in it

"you only live once and it would be really cool! we'll get it on video and everything. the murals kinda far from the pool. I also thought oscar didn't really like the mural all that much. some water wont hurt it." one of your friends comments analytically.

that stupid reasoning is why you were now at the top of this diving board counting down to three

THREE ! god, WHAT am i doing with my life

TWO ! this won't make so much of a mess? right? i thi-

ONE ! SWEET BABY JESUS I CANT BREATHE

you take a leap of faith and jump right into this pool

SPLASH !

you don't know the water goes everywhere but you're pretty content with how steady your position and posture was while diving

you don't see the look on your friends faces that say 'fml' and 'oh... no..'

the mural was still wet and with the amount of water that splashed on it, the whole thing was ruined

and of course, right on time, oscar walks into the backyard

"thought i heard someo- " the smile on his face is immediately fading and being replaced with a blank stare

"oh my god," you don't know what to do in your frantic state "babe im so sorry i had no idea-" you try to talk to him but he pushes away almost too quickly and goes back inside

you just stand there, a cold and anxious feeling waving over you

you breathe in and then out, calm down and give him space, everything will be ok

you grab a towel, dry of a little, and take your sandals to go inside

the party is semi quiet, only being filled with small conversations and music through the speakers

before entering through the door entirely, you move your head to peak outside

"delete that video!" you shout to one of your friends who you know pressed rec.

as you're fluffing and drying off your hair, you try looking for oscar, not knowing he's fully slumped on the couch, just staring into nothingness

you're just worried for what you've done to this poor guy :,(

"oscar, honey, you gotta look at me please." you find and sit next to his motionless state and comb your hand through his hair while the other hand is caressing his face features

he doesn't say anything and doesn't even acknowledge your presence, ouch

"oh baby, im so sorry i did that. i knew it was a bad idea and im not sure why i still did it." you're quick to apologizing and you're now overthinking everything you did tonight

you're severely overwhelmed and have no idea what to say in this situation

all you can do is rest your face into his neck and press the smallest kisses there, making your way up to his jawline, then his cheek, his nose, and his head

you won't stop peppering these tiny kisses and you can see a little smile ghosting his features

you love the way he smells, the strongest smell of his cologne is all you can smell right now.

it's strong, a sandal wood and clean scent, it's so comforting to you right now

"stop you're tickling me now" he begins to lightly giggle and softly push you back a bit

you're both just laughing at each other until the laughter dies down and you fully apologize to him

"if i knew what would've happened, i would have never even step foot on that diving board" you look into his eyes with all the seriousness you could muster up

he just looks at you with softened and sad eyes "y'know, i was starting to like the mural a bit actually."

you're heart shatters into a million pieces (for the second time today) great, you feel like utter shit now

you feel like curling into a ball and crying as of right now, and he can tell, but you're here to console him

you see tears swell up in his eyes and you're quick to kiss his eyes and move onto his lap, your lips just inches away from his

"i don't deserve you, at all. there aren't enough apologies in the world to make up for hurting the most attractive person on earth" you poke at him a bit and just rest your forehead on his

he immediately moves your forehead off and wraps his hands on your waist as he leans in for a sweet, looooong kiss.

its warm, you taste the lukewarm beer he had around an hour ago, but it makes you smile into him

you end the kiss with a little peck on his lips and tilt your head to the side

"forgive me?" you pout a little

"i guess so," he sarcastically says but flips you on your back to trap you in his arms for another kiss

"hey!" you yelp while giggling

"i love you so much." you mumble into the kiss

"mmmmhm," he breathes into you "i love you so much more, mi querida."

[overwatchfics]

Dance Dance - Junker Queen

A/N: I'm listening to a LOT of Sting tonight and I kind of peg Junkerqueen as the sort of person to play Sting on a date.

It isn't often that Odessa gets to experience peace in her life. To the assassination attempts to dethrone her, she's survived stab wounds, poisoned drinks, and gunshot wounds in places thought lethal. She's spent hours in your infirmary, biting into a piece of thick leather as you cauterize her wound with heated iron. There's few can trust the way she trusts you, there are even fewer she can believe would care for her the way you do, and there is no one she'd rather dance the night away with.

Odessa stands relaxed in a tailored suit (She totally didn't wear to impress you), though her face betrays her in a nervous twitchy pierced lip. Still, she offers her hand to you, in the dune of the desert where the stars shine the brightest, the sands have calmed with the lack of wind, and you stare in awe. The Junker queen shifts awkwardly in her stance, her dance playlist consisting of Sting and Chris Isaac crackles lightly from her boombox Well... what are you waiting for, you ready? Your mouth slides from a neutral position into a warm smile that has Odessa's knees buckle in the slightest. You stand gracefully before taking the queen's hand in your own, dragging her taller figure towards you playfully. You grab her bow tie and pull her down gently to your level, Odessa's freckled face only a smidge away. You gaze into your eyes making a note to lower your voice to a husky level So be it, let's dance. You take the lead, despite being a little more than a head shorter than the queen, but your steps started slow, but punctuated. You notice your partner stumble just the slightest before regaining her composure, her hand tightening on your shoulder as you show her the steps.

Eventually Odessa takes the initiative and steals the lead from you. The calloused hand on your shoulder traces its way down to your waist, and she spins you around. The music picks up, her steps are sharp and in rhythm with the beat. Odessa's red eyes meet yours and a rare, excited smile graces her face, she seems giddy. You meet her expression of happiness with your own, a laugh of joy bubbling to the surface. The queen's smile grows larger as she sweeps you across the plateau the two of you are situated on, Junkertown just a glittering city in the distance. The stars above spin as the two of you dance as one, an inferno of passion under the blanket of stars. The only thing you can feel is the warmth of Odessa's body soaking into yours, you smell the traces of gun oil wafting off of her suit (something she's tried so desperately to be rid of, but you don't mind, it's kind of sexy).

The music starts to die as the end of the playlist nears. Odessa slows her steps before stopping as the last song finishes. Her Ruby eyes meet your before flickering down to your lips, only pausing for your permission. You bring your mouth next to hers Go ahead Dez. The smiled against your cheek before angling her head to kiss you, her piercing grazing just under your lip. Her mouth chases the chill of the night as it presses longingly against yours. You find your back arching as she towers and curls over you, the hand secured on your waist prevents you from falling to the ground. Your hands bury into her long blue tresses, pulling from Odessa, a relieved groan when you undo the braids and weave out the hair ties keeping them in place. Her tongue swipes against your bottom lip, before retracting it all together and pulling from the kiss. Odessa presses her forehead against yours and peppers your face and neck with kisses, enjoying the soft giggles it pulls from you. No matter how busy I get, I will always make time for nights like these love. No one else but the two of us. She stands straight before pulling off her coat (Odessa in suspenders please) and draping it across your shoulders to lock the night's chill away. You wrap it around you before burying your nose in the fabric and inhaling lightly, relaxing at the scent of gun oil and cinnamon bark. Odessa's heart melts at the sight and wraps an arm around you, before leading you to her bike. That was nice, know that I love you, now and forever, as your queen decrees.

A/N: man I'm in fluff mood so badly. This popped into my head and I felt inspired to write it. She came across a little OOC, but you know what, I was in the mood to write it. Hope y'all enjoy some soft JQ crumbs.

[hauskate]

Zack x f reader who went out of town for a weekend and when she gets back its needy rough sex time? 👉👈

HELL YES. Anon you are making my night. ♡

Weekend Getaway [ Zack x Fem!Reader ]

Pairings: Isaac (Zack) Foster, Implied Female Reader

Description: "Business" has kept you away for too long and your second boss doesn't approve. *Cough Cough* Porn with a plot *Cough Cough*

TW: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Dom Zack, Sub Reader, Fingering (Fem), Scissoring, Pet Names, Daddy Kink, Choking, Degredation, Breath Play, Praise, Wall Sex, Doggy, Pinch of Overstimulation, Clit Fucking (?), Why Tf Do I Always Write At Midnight-

"Honey, I'm home~" Your sweet words echoed down the hallway.

They reached your partner's ears, his silhouette showing up in the bedroom's doorframe. "Y/n?" He muttered. His voice was course, almost as if he'd been sleeping.

"Where's my hug?" Arms outstretched, you tilt your head in confusion with a pout. "Didn't you miss me?"

There wasn't a moment of hesitation before warm hands wrapped around your tiny frame. Head rested into the crook of your neck, Zack let out a sigh. "Of course I missed you, dumbass..."

"Then what's wrong?"

At first when he pulled away you were nervous, but the next moment had the heat building in your lower region. Strong hands gently made their way down your thighs, his hot breath sending shivers up and down your spine. "It's been days. 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 since I've felt you. Seen you. Touched you..."

Your moans only spurred him on. "Zack.."

"I need this. You need this. Just- fuck- just let me... Let me touch you. Let me feel you.."

And of course you told him yes. Well, the best you could muster with his body pressing you firmly to the front door. His kisses moved up to your lips as both hands ripped off your shorts. Yes, you'd just gotten them. Did you care? Not in the slightest. His hand dipped into your panties, one finger sweeping past your folds and pushing into you without a second thought.

"How the hell do you get wet so fast... Such a good fucking doll for me."

Without slowing down, his other hand slipped under your shirt. He didn't rip it, but broke the kiss for only a second before going in for your neck again. Your bra was unclipped and allowed your breasts to make themselves known to him.

"Damn gorgeous is what you are. So fucking gorgeous for me. Only me. Isn't that right, doll?"

He added another finger, hitting your g-spot harder and harder every time. Mouth taking on an entire tit, his teeth gently rubbing on your nipple.

The pleasure was getting unbearable. It was coming, you knew it. "Y-yes, Daddy. Daddy keep going please! I'm so so close~"

He knew it, too. The nickname had him growing harder, his erection hurting at this rate. Both fingers scissored you over and over, your back arching slightly.

That is, until they stop completely. A wimper left your lips at the loss of contact. He didn't leave you long, though, before removing his boxers and your panties in the matter of a moment. His dick swollen and hard, you knew it to be thick. Had he prepped you enough? Usually it took an orgasm or two to prep you.

One hand on either side of your hips, his dick gingerly met your clit. "Such a slut for me, aren't you?"

You couldn't muster a reply, words tumbling against each other.

He pulled it back, taking you off the door and throwing your fragile body onto the couch like a ragdoll. You couldn't process anything before he was behind you, flipping you over so your ass was wide open for him.

"Now, doll, didn't I ask you a question?" He asked, voice deep and one hand on the back of your neck.

"Y-Yes... Yes, Daddy. I'm such a slut, Daddy."

"Who's slut?"

"Yours, Daddy."

You couldn't see him, but his smirk was growing by the moment. His heterocromatic eyes rested on your figure, drinking in the sight.

"Please, Zack." You cried out underneath him. "Please just fuck me. I don't care anymore, just fuck me..!"

"Good girl."

One swift movement was all it took. He didn't stop, didn't let you get used to it. His finger rested on your clit, small tight circles opening you up for him. The other hand rested on the back of your neck, barely leaving enough room for air.

"Such a good fucking doll. All for me~"

© hauskate, anon i hope i did you justice ! lmk if anyone wants a pt2 :)

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

[softranswolves]

Hiii, for the drabble game, 44 and Scott/Jackson! Smut is okay, but I prefer not atm, but if you want, go ahead!! :D

So sorry for the delay!! I don't know if I've ever written mono scackson, so this was fun! I hope it isn't too short, I'm writing while at work 😅 set during 3x05 when the bus stops.

~~~

As the others lean him against the dingy bathroom wall, Scott faintly hears Isaac, Boyd, and Jackson getting into it. They'd been keeping it together on the bus, but now that they were no longer in a confined space they're gearing up for a fight.

"Have to stop 'em- " he slurs out, the words not coming out right. His eyes are closed against the flickering lights, too bright to think clearly.

"What you need to do is stop," Allison mutters, gently pushing his bare shoulder back to get a better look at the wound. He gets dizzy and obeys, knowing he doesn't have enough control over his body to do otherwise.

Stiles and Lydia have left after staring at him longer than necessary, and he tunes in to the sound of them arguing with Coach, trying to buy time. He shifts his focus just slightly to hear Isaac and Jackson discussing how they'll happily tag-team punishing Ethan. Boyd is silent, but that isn't unusual.

"Scott? Scott, stay with me," he hears Allison plea, her voice thin with worry. She's been muttering to herself and he can taste the slightest bit of salt in the air from her tears.

"'m awake," Scott says, or at least he thinks he does. It's getting harder to tell what is real and what is inside his head. He feels like he could fall asleep but somehow knows he shouldn't. Things go quiet as he starts to feel peace, rest taking over him.

"Scott! SCOTT! Fuck. If you die, I'm gonna kill you." This voice sounds familiar, deeper.

"Jackson?" Scott mumbles weakly, his eyes flickering open.

"No, your dad," Jackson quips sarcastically, unable to help himself. "Yes, it's me, Scott. Allison thought you could use some pain drain and Isaac and Boyd got a little preoccupied when they found out how bad this was." He gestures to Scott's abdomen where blood is caked under the haphazard stitches.

Jackson pulls Scott up, more careful than he has before, and places his hands on Scott's shoulder and cheek.

"Hey, McCall, you with me?" He lightly taps his hand against Scott's face to keep him present.

"Yeah, I'm here." His voice is building a bit more strength now that he's been stitched up, the pain dulled enough to function again. "What did you say about Isaac and Boyd?"

"Best if I show you," Jackson admits.

He pulls Scott's arm over his shoulder to take his weight, the other looped around Scott's waist, and steers them outside. Students are huddled around something, and Scott gets a sudden tang of blood in the air. He looks over to Jackson who just huffs out an exasperated noise and they continue forward.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh is jarring, but even more so is seeing Isaac as the one doling out the pain. Ethan is leaning against a tree, blood splattered on his face as Isaac continues. Boyd stands off to the side as though considering joining, while Stiles and Danny attempt to pull Isaac back to no avail.

"Isaac!" Scott yells, his wolf echoing into the edges of his voice. There's no response at first, besides other classmates looking on curiously, but when Scott tries again Isaac finally stops and turns around.

"Scott?" He asks, confusion and relief painted across his face.

Scott merely gives a nod and Isaac ducks his head, realizing how far he went. A hush falls over the students until Coach is shepherding everyone back on the bus. Once situated, Scott finds himself sitting next to Jackson.

"If you want, you can lay your head down. I can keep pulling your pain on the way to the meet." He's looking out the window, clearly trying to limit how much his emotions are on display.

"I didn't think you cared," Scott says simply. "I mean, I know we're on better terms now than before the kanima business, but I thought you hated me."

"I never hated you Scott," Jackson sighs, gently pulling Scott's head down onto his lap, hand in his hair as he gently scratches while pulling pain.