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asterekmess · 4 years

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S3A - E4

Alrighty, here we go. Maybe I’ll get a little less fired up this time.

Be Kind, Read More’s (I’m bad at puns or jokes.)

Thoughts:

So, I get that they’re trying to amp up Scott becoming an Alpha or whatever, but I just really hate the concept of dogs needing to know “who the alpha is.” It’s a really harmful myth that leads to a lot of frustration for owners and a lot of fear for their dogs. I actually recommend anyone with a dog, or thinking of getting a dog to look at this video to understand how huge a myth that whole Dominance thing is. He explains it better than I ever could. That also doesn’t work in the show, since we know that all werewolves have sway over dogs. Derek does it like a fucking pro in S1 (Yeah, he scares the dogs, but it’s entirely controlled. The dog didn’t freak until he wanted it to.)

Woooow, Scott actually working at his job? That’s new!

Deaton, mistletoe is poisonous to anyone. Wtf are you on about “to the dog, and you too.” literally everyone is poisoned by mistletoe.

Is this a reference to a movie or something? IT’s so fucking creepy and gross, him sticking his hand under the dumpster and getting bit. And what’s with the whispering??? JENNIFER did you bite someone? WTF? Also, he literally can’t get any closer, dumbass. He’s on his knees right up against the dumpster.

I hate this woman. This show I think has a lot of issues with actual foreshadowing and making villains appear earlier in the show. Like, they knew Jennifer was going to be the villain. So what was all this extra shit? All the random clips of her grading papers and getting spooked walking down the halls of the school. She’s literally committing murder every single night and is far scarier than even werewolves, even without the extra powers. Showing us this stuff directly contradicts her being the villain. I can’t tell if they thought we as an audience were too smart and we’d figure out she was the villain, so they had to cover their tracks extra hard bc we all know that plot twists should only ever happen when it makes no sense, or if they thought we were too dumb to notice that they didn’t put any effort into her character until she starts being actively creepy.

I hate this. I hate all of it. I’m disgusted and nauseous just fucking watching this, knowing that Derek isn’t fucking choosing to do any of this. He’s literally under a spell that’s making him worry about her, because she wants an Alpha guard dog.

I’m also gonna point out that since the show hadn’t told us that Derek was being controlled yet, they were trying to show Derek being interested in Jennifer and trying to make Jennifer someone Derek would be interested in. In order to do that, they made her jumpy, suspicious, anxious, and over-talkative. And crazy smart. With brown hair. Just saying.

The Crucible? Dude, you started the class on The Heart of Darkness literally last Wednesday. Chapters 1-3 weren’t due till last Friday. Why can’t this show fucking make up its mind?

Aannnnd here we go. Love watching Scott laugh about something that he knows Stiles is absolutely terrified by, seeing as Heather DIED. God, if you want Scott to look funny, can you not make him make jokes about something that’s getting people killed and traumatizing his best friend? Jesus.

I...I feel the need to point out that Stiles jumped exactly the same way Jennifer did like two seconds ago....just saying.

Honestly, I like that this Danny did this, not just to fuck with Stiles (in a non-sexy way) but also to try and subtly point out that he can hear them talking about virgin sacrifices. Maybe keep it down boys?

As much as I hate this shaky camera, slow-mo to fast-mo stuff, it’s still so much better than the CGI/Green Screen. Just, so much.

Boys, stop sticking your tongues out while running, you’re gonna bite them off and that shit doesn’t grow back. Also, I wanna give Isaac props here for managing to keep up with Alphas. Speedy Boi. AND, did you notice the look on his face before he ran after them? TOTALLY different from the look on his face before he attacked Cora in the woods. Not play time, kill time.

Those are...those are also not wolf sounds. At least I know Cora wasn’t a sexist thing? Seriously, wolves sound terrifying enough on their own, no need to add in the lion--wait didn’t I read that they don’t use lions roars most of the time, they use tigers instead? Whatever. NO need for the cat noises. I get it for the actual roaring stuff, but the snarls can be wolfy, can’t they?

How long did they have to stand there waiting for the cops to arrive? THe whole class is just standing around in a crowd? You know, I’d believe it, honestly I don’t think Finstock would think to make them go back to the school. He’s not great at the adulting thing.

How--How did Kyle’s girlfriend know? She’s not on the track team, is she?

I hate this whole “He’s got a point” thing. Stiles admitted that he agreed the Alphas were connected somehow but his reasoning is perfectly sound. Are you seriously telling me that Scott didn’t talk to Deaton about this? We can assume he did, because it’s Scott and he tells Deaton Everything. But that means Deaton DIDN’T tell him what he knew, openly lying to him. And none of that should matter anyway, because Stiles is Scott’s best friend. It is not too much to ask for him to just believe Stiles. In fact, it’s pretty fucking basic friendship stuff.

ALSO I hate that Isaac appears to give zero fucks about Erica. “They killed that kid, they killed the girl that saved me” But no mention of Erica? Or of how they imprisoned erica and boyd for four months? No mention of his own pack members? Seriously?

Hi cora. Hi derek. I really really wish you were going to be a reprieve from the bullshit of the rest of the episode so far, but instead you’re going to break my heart by refusing to give me even the slightest hint at Derek and Cora giving any kind of fucks about each other and finding out that the sibling they thought was dead is not dead. Nothing. We get absolutely Nothing. I don’t even get to see where the FUCK Cora got the exercise clothes from? Did they go shopping? did they go find her bag of clothes that got left in a building somewhere when she was taken? Huh? SOMETHING?

I’m just so...disappointed, and it’s definitely not directed at Derek.

Also, Derek, your alarm sucks ass if it only tells you that someone’s at your place once they’re outside the door.

I’m gonna be honest, Derek does need to work on his ranged combat. He’s all about the up close and personal, our boy needs a quarterstaff or something. Maybe a bat?

Sup duke? I hate your guts.

Sup Harris? I hate your guts too.

I don’t--I don’t even wanna talk about this scene with the twins. I just...what the absolute fuck? Those kids need so much therapy. I just feel ill. Also stop with the making werewolves masochists for some reason! Stop it! It’s boring and dumb!

I literally refuse to believe any of that had plot relevance. I think the twins are just being assholes for the fun of it. That is so convoluted in so many ways.

Other than the really really overdone British villain trope thing, I literally have nothing to say about this scene. Other than, you know, the part where Derek outright refuses to kill his pack even with a fucking PIPE through his CHEST, yet somehow we’re meant to believe that he wanted to kill them on the full moon even when he had no proof that they’d hurt anyone? Love that logic. Yah. Uh huh. Side note: why do I even like this show? Side Side note: It’s cus’ Derek and Stiles and Cora and Isaac and Boyd and Erica and Lydia are all fucking awesome. Honestly, Allison too. And Danny. And Jackson. And Kira when she comes in. Even Malia has potential

Isaac, honey, you have claustrophobia and that’s a legitimate medical concern that Harris would need to make adjustments for.

HI BOYD. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD. Thanks for stabbing me in the heart with that friend comment. My everything hurts now. I love you. Also, bye, cus’ you don’t come back for the entire rest of the episode. awesome.

Is it even remotely okay for the school to make students handle chemicals and fuck with the janitor’s stuff/do custodial work? Like, detention is detention and the school/Harris has no business using the students for free labor.

Fucking pathetic. I hate this stupid Alpha command thing. I hate this whole plotline and no I’m NOT going to stop complaining about it any time soon. It’s stupid as fuck.

Stiles how do you expect Lydia to know about this shit when no one fucking talks to her except you??? SEE? YOU SEE? THAT is how you use humor in a tense situation!

Lydia, Stiles is human.

Please stop with the sexual tension, it’s pissing me off. Allison fired over a dozen arrows into Erica and Boyd, then help her grandfather kidnap and torture them and sliced Isaac to ribbons. I’m not done being mad at her, and Isaac Damn Well shouldn’t be either.

Okay WHAT? Since when is English the last class of the day? It was their first class an episode ago! What the fuck are you talking about? and WHY are you writing “Great Expectations” on the board!!???? Even if The Crucible was for a different class you’re STILL ON HEART OF DARKNESS.

I just-I get that they’re teenagers, but that’s seriously the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen and even though Allison’s still pretty high on my shit list at the mo, she’s way too smart not to know that this is stupid as fuck. Just because the Alphas are being stupid doesn’t mean you PISS THEM OFF. Nothing you just did HELPED at ALL. You didn’t Hinder them or Weaken them or ANYTHING. You just played a stupid ass prank???

So...Stiles has a free period in the last period of the day? When no one else does? Yet somehow he’s in all their classes AND we SAW him AND LYDIA in Scott and Allison’s English class? ALSO the twins are Miraculously now in the English class as well, even though they weren’t there on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL??? WHat the FUCK This is a show about HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS and you can’t be fucked to actually get their stupid fucking Schedule right? The same with the full moon. The two things that should always be consistent are the FULL MOONS for the WEREWOLVES and the SCHOOL SCHEDULE for the STUDENTS. You spend hours of episode planning time on making outfits and references to horror movies, but you can’t get A SIMPLE FUCKING TIMELINE right?

I know Stiles hasn’t talked to Deaton all that much so far in the show, but this is a really weirdly long introduction to him asking Deaton for info, when I honestly expected him to just push in and say, “HEY, so how about those human sacrifices, huh? You keeping something from us again?”

I hate them cutting up these scenes so much. Derek’s effectively been pinned to the ground for an entire school day at this point.

Actually, this little speech of Duke’s is where I got a huge headcanon for the show about how truly monstrous Duke and the rest of the Alphas are. He says he didn’t know that killing your own Beta adds their power to yours. But, shouldn’t that be like a really well known thing in this werewolf world of horrific murders and “Rite of passage, into his pack” mentality that the show seems insistent on showing us? Instead, I think that Duke is actually like he says he is. The Demon Wolf. He’s a fucking demon and all werewolves know it, because he and his pack are disgusting and twisted enough to kill their own pack. I firmly believe, beyond all reason because fuck this show, that Alphas have a biological imperative to protect their pack, to keep them safe and happy and provide for them. That the reason no Alphas really knew about what happens when you kill your own Beta is because no one ever would. It’s the most taboo, horrific thing a werewolf can do, harming their own pack. Their own family.

STOP TOUCHING PEOPLE’s FACES. ESPECIALLY DEREK’S.

I love Derek’s line so much. “You’re a fanatic.” Like. Yes. Completely shutting him down. That was so good.

Also, Duke. you literally just said “You’ll get to know me.” and now you’re mad because “Know me? You’ve never seen anything like me.” I wish someone would just pick him up by the scruff and toss him out a window.

What’s with the sudden lightning? and why is the thunder happening at the same time?

I have literally had the fifteen minute rule held over my head so many times. We once got locked outside our orchestra room for fifteen-minutes and one of the secretaries from the front office had to let us in, and then they had to send us a sub teacher because ours was sick but even though she called in, they’d hadn’t bothered to call the sub yet. the fifteen minute rule doesn’t exist, and I wish so fucking badly that it did. PLUS. I thought School was OVER????

Stiles, you should know better. The Celts were accused of human sacrifice by the Romans, who were trying to demonize them and take over their land. (which is pointless, since the Romans participated in tons of human sacrifice, even if they didn’t explicitly call it that. Anybody heard of the fucking Colosseum?) Plus, there isn’t any actual evidence that isn’t from extremely biased Latin texts that indicates the Celts performing human sacrifices as religious rites. You’re right though, cus’ the show does pull a lot from the concept of Celtic Druids. It just does it horrifically badly and completely misconstrues them by using the modern myth of the druids rather than the historical reality of them. I was a classics major, with an obsession on Druidic practices. Fight me about it.

Thank you Stiles, for calling Deaton out. Also, what does Deaton mean ten years? He was the Hale emissary six years ago. Jesus christ, this isn’t hard.

I hate to say it, but that is correct, Deaton. Druids were philosphers and scholars. That’s because Druid was a SOCIAL CLASS not a JOB. They didn’t believe they were “keeping the world in balance’ but they believed the world was MADE UP of balances. The Celts didn’t believe in letting people die for the sake of “maintaining the balance.” Their social structure was based on equality between the sexes and community ownership (a bit like socialism, it’s actually why the Romans hated them so much, they represented the exact opposite of Roman Ideals of hierarchy and private ownership with the male head of family in charge) But I digress. My bad.

Cue the dropbox ad

So what’s with the chanting? There wasn’t chanting when Heather was taken? Or Emily? Is the method of abduction supposed to be different for every group?

Ooooh, Dell school computers. Did they lose their Mac contract?

Oh Look! It’s the consequences of your actions!

They have so much time to react and do something to keep the boys from merging while they’re busy taking their dumb shirts off.

For the record, Druid is not the gaelic word for “wise oak”. It’s generally accepted to mean “oaken knowledge” or, less literally, “the one whose knowledge is great” (since oak was considered to signify greatness). But those are just semantics and I’m not as bothered by it. I’m MORE bothered by the use of the word “Darach” which does NOT mean Dark oak. “ach” is an Irish suffix meaning “Belonging to” and Darach is an NAME, as in like Emily or Janice, it’s a Name not a title. One that means “belonging to the oak” (actually, it’s masculine, so it would mean “Son of oak”). Scottish Gaelic and Irish are still real languages and you mistranslating things and taking words from their already incredibly oppressed and abused culture is really fucking annoying. So, uh. yeah. Listen, this is one of my few areas where I know anything so I had to complain about it. I get that it’s just a show. I really do. But it’s my post, so meh. Also, you bet your ass I have opinions on the concept of a Nemeton as well. But that’s not for now.

I find it kinda hilarious that none of the names on those papers had last names. Tom. Terry. Tim P. almost has a last name.

and now we break my fucking heart. Actually, first I wanna give this show some props for once. The music they use for this season is very drum based, very repetitive, and it really helps with the ritualistic vibe they seem to be going for. The chanting, etc. I worry about what they pulled that stuff from, cus’ if it’s from actual religions that’s fucking dicey, but the atmosphere is good.

NOW we break my fucking heart. Fucking fuck. It hurts, especially knowing that Isaac already had one flashback today. And then they have to go and add anger to my turmoil by having him go to SCOTT. Fuck scott. I fucking hate this.

Bye Harris. No, wait, I have questions. So Harris helped Jennifer somehow. By...what, helping her fake her identity? Was he her reference for getting the job at the school? Or did he help her with the killings, by finding her students/teachers who fit the bill? When he says “They’ll figure you out” is he talking about the cops or the wolves? Does he know about the supernatural? If he does, does that mean that he knew who Kate was when she found him in that bar? Bye Harris.

Last Thoughts: I’ll give this episode props. It had sunlight in it. Uh...I honestly can’t think of anything else I enjoyed. This shit, this shit is why people write fanfiction. These mistakes with the timeline and the schedule and the character’s whose personalities flip back and forth at random? The refusal to acknowledge trauma and deal with it appropriately? I honestly don’t even know how to feel about the show selling this Derek/Jennifer romance to us and then revealing at the end that he was under a literal spell the whole time. That he had sex with her while under the influence of her magic. That these oh so brief moments where we actually get to see Derek smiling and joking and see a hint at his personality and his intelligence and maybe even his past, they’re all forced on him. It’s all a trick. He has sex with her while he’s incapable of giving consent. It’s fucking rape, shown on-screen. And the show portrayed this as romantic, for the sake of their stupid fucking plot twist. We were encouraged to like this relationship because we didn’t know he was being Controlled. Ugh. Bleh. Plus there’s the whole thing where once again Stiles is being ignored and Lydia has no clue what’s going on, and Deaton is hiding things from everyone and Boyd is barely a character. And Allison’s behavior is never dealt with, and Scott is just...Scott. This is why I make changes.

#personal #rape: tw #anti-scott mccall #TeenWolf-Rewatch

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dragonleesupporter · 4 years

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Checking It Twice

AN: WOOO this took a lot. Hope yall enjoy!

(Warnings: Remus, something close to depression, and a little tickling.)

Logan had gone over his lists for who got what present that Christmas. It wasn’t hard, since Patton had demanded a Christmas list from each of them, which the cat-loving side promptly hung on the fringe to display what everyone wanted. Logan had gotten everyone one or two of the items they desired, except for one.

Sadly, one of the sides had made it onto Logan’s naughty list. Despite Patton desperately trying to get the logical side to change his mind, Logan’s decision had been made, he had checked his list off for this Christmas.

“Maybe check it again?” Patton urged.

“I am not the fictional character of Santa, Patton. There’s literally no need to ‘check my list twice.’ It’s set in stone. Remus gets no presents from me this year.” He crossed his arms, walking up to his room to dress properly for Christmas Eve.

“But it’s not his fault!” Patton called after him before giving up and retreating to his room as well.

If any of the sides were going to be on the naughty list for Christmas, it would be Remus. The fatherly side had tried to argue that Remus was the literal dark side of imagination and couldn’t help what he was. Logan countered that Deceit was at least putting in effort to not lie as often and to even add to a conversation without hindering it or changing it’s direction. While the few chances that was granted to Remus to change his behavior for the better, the duke had just taken advantage of their generosity, leaving them humiliated, angered, and even a few times, hurt.

He had been constantly bothering them left and right, like the pest he was, and it had only gotten worse as Christmas neared. Walking in on them while they were dressing to tease them, constantly bringing up disgusting facts or conspiracies during dinner that made the others lose their appetite, especially Virgil. Pranking them to point of pain, not to mention the stuff he put on his Christmas list. Logan even had to look up a few of the items and cringed at what his computer displayed before deleting his cookies for that website.

Logan had decided that even if he wanted to give Remus a gift for some reason, he wouldn’t be able to give him anything close to what was on his repulsive list.

Roman had tried to convince him to change his mind, too, but it was a fruitless effort, the prince using the same debunkable knowledge.

Virgil, Deceit and Logan had refused to give Remus a gift. Despite that, the evening had gone relatively well. Each of them had gotten what they wanted, plus a stick of deodorant. Remus didn’t really get anything on his list.

At first, Logan thought Patton’s and Roman’s pleading were in fear of what would happen if the duke didn’t get what he wanted, since he had done terrible things in the past as a response to similar events.

But something about Remus had piqued Logan’s curiosity that night. He wasn’t sure what it was, and he was never all that good at describing feelings, but Remus seemed calm down during the gathering despite his odd intensity leading up to it, and despite he got nothing he wanted.

Late into that night, the teacher had just gotten done with his work and finally retired to go to his room. Even during the holiday, there were still things to be done, despite the others trying to convince him to take a break. Along the way to his room he passed by the doors of his companions, each playing their own Christmas song.

Virgil was currently listing to the Christmas song from Nightmare Before Christmas, using some new headphones he got that night. Logan peeked in with a gentle smile and saw the purple side gently rocking back and forth, humming to the tune with his eyes peacefully shut.

He walked past Patton’s room next, and heard the fatherly aspect singing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. When he looked inside, Patton was shuffling through pictures of Christmas past, singing the tune while bouncing in place, occasionally lifting the box smelling of Christmas to his face. Logan’s smile grew.

As he continued down the hallway, he heard a gentle hissing coming from the next room. He leaned in and saw a figure hunched over near a fire, wrapped in several dozen blankets with a hat peacefully sitting on an adjacent table.

“Sssssince we’ve no placccce to go… let it sssssnow, let it ssssnow, let it ssssnow…” It seems even Deceit could appreciate the winter holiday, even if he constantly complained about the cold.

Logan felt his smile growing even more as he walked past Roman’s dorm, hearing a deep elegant voice.

“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know…” If anybody could reach those notes with such grace and elegancy, it would be the prince.

Logan was almost content… almost. Until he realized he had one more room to pass.

Even before reaching it, the teacher could hear loud speakers playing the remix version of “Jingle My Bells.”

Sigh.

He was scared to, but his curiosity got the better of him, and the logical aspect peeked inside. He was surprised at what he found.

Flashing lights, dozens of empty cartons of most-likely spiked eggnog, booming speakers, the disco ball… all of those were normal. So… what wasn’t?

Remus was seen on the floor, passed out with an odd sad frown on his face. An expression that did not compute well with Logan’s knowledge of the duke. The teacher was used to the crazy smile, the childish pout, and angry glare with eye roll… but, sad? Remus was never sad!

Logan noticed that with the duke passed out, no one would turn off the booming music coming from the speakers. He saw the stereo and carefully made his way towards it, stepping around all the eggnog cartons like landmines. Logan shut off the music and turned around quickly, part of him expecting Remus to be awake and ready to prank him, but the duke was still on the floor with that terrible expression.

It was then that he realized a book on a nearby table, opened and inviting him to read it. The dark blue side tried to resist the urge of his curiosity, but once again, it got the better of him as he found himself reading what could only be Remus’s personal diary.

‘December 25th, Christmas Eve,

It still worked. Less so than in previous years, but it still worked. They still hate me. Roman and Patton have been trying to show sympathy despite me telling them not to! Roman knows what’s going down! I don’t know why those dorks don’t seem to get it, even with my pestering. Even ol’ double Dee nearly gave into their sentimentality.

Roman knows I’m supposed to be hated, yet he STILL tries to get people to-ugh- CARE about me. Dear Zeus, the thought of it nearly makes me want to swallow live wire again. It even, dare I say it, scares me. If they start caring about me, I will TRULY lose it. All these years of them casting me away, taking the insanity and darkness with me so they could all love my dear brother like we arranged… all for nothing?? Now they’ll accept me because they ‘changed their minds’?

There was once a time I felt love a long time ago, but it wasn’t meant for me. Pain is meant for me… despite how much I want it to stop- No. I’m going to make sure they always hate me, especially Logan. Virgil and Dee might give in just because they know what I’ve been through… they were there when it happened after all… but Logan’s too strong for that. Maybe not smart enough to realize, but hey- that enema’s got the only real leash on me.

I love it when he gets all angry and puts his foot down. Or when he rolls his eyes at me, oh ESPCEIALLY that long sigh of his. He’ll never know it, but it actually fills me with a sense of strange belonging. I’m doing my job RIGHT. I’m making him HATE me, like I’m supposed to. GOD, it hurts so bad. But it’s my purpose, so in a way… it feels so good… If my broken self could ever love again, Logan would be the one to receive it. AAAOOO, but I can’t. Neither would he want me to, I’m certain.

Ugh, all this writing’s so boring, time to treat myself to some spiked eggnog and bleach.’

Logan’s eye twitched. How could he have been so stupid? The answers were all there… He just didn’t see it. He thought Remus’s attitude was caused by an underdeveloped mind, when in reality, he was thinking on a deeper field than Logan was! Ironically, he suddenly wanted to make the duke feel loved despite what the note said.

He peered behind him, Remus was still out, his chest rising and falling steadily. Now the sad expression made so much more sense… what was this feeling Logan was experiencing? It was making him want to be closer to the duke. Feeling a need to apologize, or help him feel better in some way.

He cautiously walked up to him and reached his hand out to touch his face, not really knowing what he was doing anymore, but following a weird voice in his head. His hand gently glided against Remus’s cheek, and Logan felt a strange bubbly glow as the duke smiled a little. The teacher felt himself smiling too as his fingers wandered underneath Remus’s chin, scratching a little.

The mustached man giggled, squirming a little.

“Hmhmhmhmhm… Thahahat tihihihckles…” He murmured sleepily, his light-hearted giggles giving a huge comparison to his normally manic cackles.

There was something sweet about his voice that the dark blue side had never heard before. Well, he knew that somehow, his fingers had made their way down to Remus’s neck without him realizing, making the duke laugh louder, but not enough to wake him up.

“Ah- Ahahahaha… Hoohoohoohoohoo…”

What was happening to Logan’s chest? The gentle sweet sound of Remus’s real laugh was making’s Logan’s ribcage feel heavy… was he getting sick? Did the duke trick him after all?

Remus started to scrunch up his shoulders, his smile getting wider and his face flushing.

“What the hell…” Logan couldn’t help but murmur. He had NEVER seen the duke blush, aside from the times he had gotten himself severely drunk. But this was kind of blushing was… cute… the duke was… cute?? Logan rephrased the statement/question multiple times in his head and it all pointed to the same answer.

Yes… very cute. The poor green side had been trapped in this position for so long that even writing his thoughts down were paradoxical and crazy. Logan felt a stab of pity for the duke, and knew that if he wanted to save him, (and maybe see some more of his cuteness) he would have to be subtle…

��His brain moved from the confusing place of emotions to strategy, a much more comfortable place. He went to move away from the duke to plan out his ideas, but was surprised when he was yanked back a little.

While the teacher had been reflecting, the green side had latched onto his arm, desperate for warmth, and was NOT letting go…

“Uh-oh…” Logan tried twisting, pulling shaking, all to no avail. Remus had an iron grip on something he had wanted for so long.

An idea came to the teacher as he smirked, using his other hand to skitter at Remus’s side, ever so lightly, through the fabric of his sweater.

Sleepy giggles slipped from the duke as his body started shimmying away from the tickling feeling. “Nohohohoho…” His chuckles sent a wave of warmth through the teacher, and with a determined grin, his skittering turned into full-on scratching and squeezing.

Remus’s eyes snapped open as his hands released. “AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOPIIHIHIT!” He looked up to identify his attacker but… no one was there.

“Huh?” The mustached man sat up, looking around his room to find everything as it was, except his speakers were off, and his journal was shifted a little.

“Who in the name of Zeus would- oh, ooooh owie… here comes the headache…” Luckily, the green side passed out again before he could hear the snickering coming from just outside his door.

***

The next morning, all the sides had a present under the tree for them from Santa. Remus wasn’t surprised when there wasn’t one for him, and tried to act disappointed and pouty, even though he was delighted to get what he deserved. He reached into his sticky, smelly stocking, surprised to find no coal. Yet, he found a…

“Ribbon?” He cocked his head as the chatter from the others in the background died down to gentle murmurs, watching him.

The duke followed the green ribbon to a present under the tree. His façade fell.

“Oh, come on!” He balled his fists. “Who on earth gave me a present?! Why?!” He turned around to find the others backed against a wall. “I don’t deserve it!” He raked his hands through his hair.

“Wh-why don’t ya open it, k-kiddo?” Patton stuttered.

Remus looked down at the gift, scared at the indication that someone cared for him enough to forgive him for all his terrible acts and still give him a present.

He unwrapped it and felt tears prick at his eyes when he saw it was an especially made, Pickle-Poo-Lawns with Extra Onions and Toenails Deodorant. He opened the cap and it smelled even worse than his own creation.

It was AMAZING.

He turned and looked at the others who were all as shocked as him, except for one tie-wearing side, who gazed down at him with a sly smile.

Oh… OH. Maybe Remus could love after all.

@did-he-just-hiss-at-me

@cefsticklestoo

@all-my-fandoms-are-killing-me

@thestarswelcomemewithopenarms

@ollyollyoxinfree

@cooliofooliosanders

@bexxbeauty

#xmas #remus #fluff

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wifflum · 5 years

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Code Vein review (based on the demo)

You can play this demo through a very convoluted process I'll explain at the end, but if for some reason you value the opinions of others more than your own: Half of my reason for existence is to punish peoples' self destructive urges, so read on, victim. Wahahahahaha.

Anyway.

Holy anime. Actual anime cutscene if you sit at the title screen typing about your psychosis in a journal and don't press anything. Seems pretty weak. They rescue some kid and give him a pretty rock. Music's playing and it's like techno metal, so that's cool. Tits. It's reminiscent of Tokyo Ghoul in a lot of ways. Alright let's play this shit.

Woo… Almost burned the French toast I'm making. Let's not play this shit, yet.

French toast, if you ask me, is best if you completely overdo the amount of eggs you put in. Meaty, yum! Where was I…

Sparkles are talking to me. They say hello. Now they want my name. I don't trust the sparkles, so I lie to them. Okay, so I'm going to have to give this game the Nobel prize already, because guys can have girl hair in it. Alright, so they did the VERY EASY THING EVERYONE CAN DO and just gave you all the options regardless of gender choice. Guys with girl faces, for example. Goddamn that's a good idea, as someone who isn't an SJW but still notices the ways in which they're not total lunatics.

Jesus Christ this is a lot of French toast. Well, the stack fell over, and because of the huge numbers involved in the physics equation, the plate went with it. Oh well, germs are good for your immune system. Probably shouldn't be balancing shit on other shit all the time.

The character creator is intense. Tons of accessories. So many, that it's clear they implemented every single idea they had for character customization into the creator. Cat tails, ribbons, face jewelry, floating objects at your chest, bow ties; it's amazing. It's so extreme that you can add extra strands of hair to your hairstyle as accessories. Objects floating next to your character, as well as clipping issues, seem to be the cost of business however. Ah… can't have a girl voice on a guy. Dammit.. so close.

Dick Cockson begins his… whatever this is. The sparkles approve.

The menu looks incredibly stupid, but without a background to it you can function well while it's up. It's a normal, full screen menu, with no background. Classes you can just equip or unequip; start as Fighter. Getting bored now, this tutorial is pretty blunt.

Ichor is pronounced "eye core"? Since when?

Not feeling great so far. Started skipping the tutorial dialogue. Now I wanna skip everything. Idk, there's a girl. She woke me up. I don't care-- LET'S PLAY! Aaaaand I'm half dead and can barely move. Wonderful. Jesus her dress is what a prostitute would wear when you get a look at it. The girl and I made some Christmas ornaments together. Now I'm sleeping in her lap… that's creepy.

Time to fight. Just kidding; we just got fuckin’ captured during a black screen.

The mission now is to search for more Christmas ornaments, 'cus they're like the currency here. The bandits are keeping prosti-bitch as collateral while I search for Christmas decorations for them. She seems like, barely aware of what's happening.

I got a pipe. I'm' a' hit stuff with a pipe. Lol, and a giant ass piece of parking garage on some rebar. So back attacks are a pain-in-the-dick cutscene, like Deus Ex.

Mmm… everyone loves pipe.

The sprint key is NOT A FACE BUTTON. Praise Allah!!! And dodge IS a face button, so they legitimately thought that one through.

I love it. Combat's great. Gonna take a break. You fight one single guy-- instant kill backstab. Then, 2 weaklings at once (this is all with an A. I. partner, by the way). Then, a super strong guy, 3 weaklings, and a ranged guy-- in a tight space. I dropped to 0 health but my partner saved me or something. Healed and won. Your pipe is super fuckin' weak but your partner has an actual weapon. We're going through a small metal gate now, and that's where I'm taking a break.

Seems like QUITE A WELL DESIGNED GAME TO ME. A large number of errors that game designers make in a game's core structure, out of blindly following tradition, are not made in this game. The story seems to get to the point pretty quick, though that tutorial sucked dick. Ha, that rhymed. And everyone in the game is a prick. Woo! I mean, at least the guys who captured you. Idk, I think this is good enough for first impressions.

Combat is great. Difficulty is good. Story is succinct. Lot of depth to character progression-- abilities to unlock and you can access 8 at once. Character classes you can just swap out on the same guy. Anime as fuck. Tits. Idk, what else could you want? Seems worth having. My impression is to get this on sale, but if you like Dark Souls at all you need to have it eventually. Not as good as Sekiro, but easily good enough. Play the demo-- right; NOW TO TELL YOU HOW TO PLAY THE DEMO.

This will sound weird. For Playstation 4, you need to open up a web browser, search Code Vein Trial Version, buy it there for free, then go to the library at the far right of your PS4 icons, and download it from the purchased items section. IT IS NOT ACTUALLY ON THE STORE. You cannot find it if you search for it using the Playstation 4. That is all. Suffer well.

#code vein #ps4 #playstation #comedy #game review

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Ink Rings pt. 1

Pairing: Dabi Hawks (Coffee/Tattoo au) Word Count: 2600+ AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18447014

Summary: Opposite the cafe Hawks dedicates far too much of his time to is a building that changes hands as fast as the world shrugs off seasons. Expecting yet another failure to infest it’s walls, it’s a pleasant change of pace when a tattoo parlor sets up shop. Hawks, in his chaotic state of being, takes it upon himself to keep the hot owner company the only way he knows how - gay panic and sprinkles. Dabi is about ready to lose his damn mind.

“How long?”

“Hm?”

Hawks glances up from the sharpie he’s most definitely been paying more attention to than the purple haired, permanently exhausted man joining him behind the counter.

The blonde’s gaze slips across the bodies littering the tables of the cozy cafe they’re packed into, a drowsy warmth rushing over his shoulders and pooling around his ankles as he takes in the soft mulling of mouths and idle hum of heat hitting the windows. Absent-mindedness plays havoc with his head; tangling in his hair and clinging to the fluffy sprouts of honey gold desperate to curl at the nape of his neck.

It takes all he has to gather his wandering thoughts and force them into something that resembles an orderly line - but Hawks does it for the sake of appearing somewhat alive by the time he finishes turning to his boss.

Still, his pleasantly vacant expression doesn’t change when he meets the bloodshot gaze resting on him, completely at ease beneath the facade of scrutiny the tired lavender man puts on. Hawks’ had long since honed the ability to distinguish the many faces of true frustration for exploitative purposes, and continues to find pride in pushing a joke just a little more than he should. Irritability, however, isn’t what he finds in the strong features he greets. Instead all the blonde recognises is the familiar strain of Shinsou’s tired eyes, attention static across his skin.

“How long what?”

Shinsou takes a moment to breathe, trying to convince himself that the remaining few hours of Hawks’ shift won’t be enough to kill him. Though the length of lavender sweeping energetically skyward is mused yet again with another pass of his hand, the motion does little to dislodge the constant state of staleness that rests just beneath his skin. Once he’s certain that he won’t drop dead if Hawks opens his mouth again, Shinsou nods towards the empty store front across from the cafe, the window proudly sporting a very poorly applied ‘sold’ sticker.

“How long do you think this one’ll stick around for?”

Hawks hums, considering the question with a little more attention than it probably deserves. The end of the pen meets his lips, pressing against the frown he wears. He almost drifts again, attention being pulled by the leaves gathered on the sidewalk and collected by the wind. Hawks shakes himself.

“Less than the last.” He forces his palm to remain as far away from his eyes as possible, the urge to rub away the call of sleep far too threatening to the sharp eyeliner he’d poured over that morning. “Hard to be worse than the last guys, though. The track record is a little… fucking terrible.”

Shinsou snorts in amusement, not particularly disagreeing as he pushes a cleaning cloth over the same spot he’s already scrubbed four times in the past twenty minutes. “The last one was six months, right?”

Hawks’ golden eyes dart down to the countertop for a moment, half-expect to see a hole in the surface Shinsou continually works against, before returning back up. “I thought the book nook was there for less time than that?”

“Book nook?” Shinsou shakes his head, fingers rapping against the top of the cakes display as he looks back across the street. He scratches at the purple stubble dusting his jaw, thoughtful. “Nah, it was that arts and crafts store that was there last - what was it called?”

“Stickers ‘n’ Stuff,” calls a voice from the kitchen, words bouncing against pots and pans and skittering between the dishes left in the sink. A young face and triangular smile accompanies the reply, far too tall in Hawks’ opinion when peering at his friends decorating the counter. “It was awful.”

“Oh god, no wonder I blocked out that place,” Hawks remembers, his expression scrunching. “The owners were massive dicks.”

With an apron sporting as many stains as his hands do suds, Sero wipes his palms clean before removing the garment to signal the official close of the kitchen. Freedom grants him access to his rich quiff of dark hair, his fingers tracing along the short sides before coming to fiddle with one of his many ear piercings.

Joining the pair at the register, Sero peaks over Hawks as the blonde slumps further across the counter with a dissatisfied groan. “What, we guessing how long this new place will last again?”

Shinsou grunts, hand running through his wild hair before sweeping around to palm groggily at his eyes.

“What is it this time?” Sero wonders aloud, narrowing his eyes at the shop front as if intimidating the walls and glass panes will somehow result in answers.

“I dunno,” huffs Hawks, utterly done with the conversation as his attention span dwindles to nothing. He can almost feel himself fluffing; his frustrations, like feathers tucked neatly against his back, rising with his heightening agitation towards standing still. “Does it matter? We all know it won’t last the season. But… If we’re lucky it’ll be a bakery or something.”

Sero’s eyes narrow. “Why?”

“Cus I’m hungry, my guy.”

“We have pastries here,” Shinsou sighs, as though he can’t justify the tonal variation required to keep the conversation going. “What’s the point of wishing for competition? It’s only going to lose you a job and leave your scrawny bird ass begging on the street.”

“Excuse you, my ass is a fucking gift to this earth. You should be thanking me.”

Shinsou leans around, glancing at Hawks’ rear. “You owe the world an apology with a butt like that - and don’t change the topic,” the lavender man cuts Hawks’ off before he can squawk his offended interjections, the blonde’s hands clinging to his small, rounded rump as if trying desperately to confirm that it exists. Shinsou claws at the reins of the conversation, determined to keep his employees on track. “Why the hell would you want a bakery when we make stuff here?”

“Have you ever eaten our stuff?” Hawks scrunches his nose up, spinning the pen in his grasp and hauling himself back into standing with a ruffle of exaggerated complaints. “I want some real food.”

Sero glares at him, plucking a rogue, obnoxiously red feather from the nest of Hawks’ hair and frowning down at it before returning it to the blonde’s grabby hands. “Hey, don’t be rude. Everything here is made with love.”

“Yeah? Well your love tastes like cardboard.”

Shinsou lashes out, snatching the sharpie away from the blonde - who squawks indignantly - before hurling it into the kitchen in a swift motion. His deadpan expression doesn’t falter despite the betrayal written across Hawks’ features. “Don’t insult my boyfriend’s baking.”

Hawks looks around quickly, as though he’s missing something, before holding a hand to his chest. “I didn’t know Kaminari was back from his break. Since when did you let him back in the kitchen? He’s a fire risk.”

“He means me,” Sero bites back, his grin barely subdued as he muses Hawks’ hair a little harder than he needs too, “and you fucking know it.”

“Fine fine,” Hawks concedes, waving away the hand forcing his knees to buckle. He faces Sero, craning his head to meet mischievous eyes. “Alright, your cooking is as wholesome as Shinsou’s sleep schedule.” He looks to the latterly mentioned man, an innocent smile pressed against his lips. “Happy?”

The purple haired man sighs from the sidelines. “Not particularly.”

“Good,” claps Hawks, grinning while Sero joins in with a chuckle, “now that that’s sorted, what the hell is that store gonna be? I think we should take bets. I’ll go first - I hope it’s a cat cafe so that Aizawa will finally realise the joys of smiling.”

Shinsou quirks an eyebrow. “I’ll make sure to tell my dad you said that.”

“Oh god,” Hawks flounders, arms flailing and jovial expression cracking into genuine panic. “No, please don’t. Oh god, I want to live, Shinsou. Please-”

“Too late, it was nice knowing you.”

“Fuck!”

Thoroughly amused, Shinsou’s head cocks to the side as he steps up to serve a customer over the sound of Hawks’ anguished squawking, the remaining dregs of amusement clinging to the curl of his lips. Ringing up an order with a smile that doesn’t seem to appropriately fit the situation, and eyes that scream for the sweet embrace of sleep, he hands the customer a number and sends them deeper into the thriving cafe.

Watching the commotion around a wide smile, Sero keeps a firm hand on Hawks’ elbow to stop the blonde from sinking to the floor under the weight of his own dramatics. After a long, ‘please god, shut the damn bird up before I do,’ look from Shinsou, Sero spins Hawks around abruptly.

Startled, a smaller, more embarrassing squeak escapes his lips as the blonde instinctually flinches. Curling in on himself, Hawks’ head dips and for a moment he find himself willing his existence to disappear completely into the floor. It takes him a bout of nervous blinking and anxious laughter to realise that Sero is waiting for quiet to fall so that he can speak.

Rather than spitting out another ill-timed joke, Hawks clamps down on his lower lip.

“You know that thing we talked about?” Sero starts, looking down at the shorter man while Shinsou convinces himself that putting his forehead through the counter is just as counterproductive as participating in the conversation. “The whole ‘don’t make Shinsou regret existing’ thing?”

Keeping any and all unappreciated comments locked between his teeth, bitterness comes to rest on the back of Hawks’ tongue. Uncomfortable and awkward. Burning in it’s desperation to escape the lock of his jaw. The blonde nods, doing his best to keep his head from dipping any further towards his torso.

“Yessir,” he admits, a glance flitting to the shock of lavender beside him.

“And what are you doing right now?” Sero prompts, struggling to contain the entertained smile tugging the corners of his mouth into joyful triangles.

“A good job?” Hawks doesn’t have to think before he responds, but he quickly wishes he had.

The groan accompanies Hawks’ comment from behind him, crawling over Sero’s sniggers and sitting between the pair. Following is the sound of the cake display doors sliding closed as Shinsou glances dramatically at a watch he clearly doesn’t own, throwing his cleaning cloth at Sero a moment later.

“I’m done,” he determines with yet another pass of caffeine laced fingers through lavender, “I need a break from this.”

“Hey,” Sero calls through the smile he hasn’t bothered to wipe away, “you can’t run off now. Denki isn’t back from his break yet.”

“Don’t care,” Shinsou retorts, removing the apron tied around his waist and pushing it into his sniggering boyfriend’s hands. “Tell him that I live in the store room now - oh.” Shinsou stops, eyes widening a fraction before settling back into contempt.

“What?” Hawks prods, nervous laughter seeing the back of his neck itch. “Why’re you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything this time...”

“No, but you’re going to.” Shinsou waves a hand in the direction of the coffee machine, the order he’d just taken waiting on the small screen hanging above the gleaming metal contraption. “Finish that for me, would you? It’s one of those stupidly sweet abominations, and I refuse to ruin coffee like that.”

“Alright, alright, go be antisocial someplace else so I can do my job, would ya?” This time Hawks lets out a genuine laugh. Bouncing to the machine, he takes no issue in getting to work. He’s humming happily to himself as he concentrates, Shinsou taking the opportunity to duck away with a dry chuckle.

Sero watches his boyfriend disappear with an affectionate sigh. “There he goes, the love of my life.”

Hawks pulls a face. “On the bright side, with the boss gone we can keep building on our conspiracies without burning under his fiery judgement.”

“He’s not that bad… he just, I don’t know man - I guess he just can’t justify the energy for it, you know?” A quirked eyebrow greets Hawks’ enthusiasm and few too many pumps of caramel, Sero watching as the blonde works wonders with brightly coloured syrup. “It’s kinda like all of us putting up with you.”

“Well, fuck you too!” Hawks beams, taking a moment to still his excitement so that he can pour the glaringly pink liquid he’s concocted into the glass. Satisfied with the lack of splash damage, his eagerness ramps back up to its previously high levels. “We just need Kaminari and we can get started-”

“Then wait no longer!” comes a shattering response, the electric blonde appearing so suddenly that Hawks comes close to dropping the masterpiece he’s creating. Bright yellow eyes watch the pair behind the counter with a mischievous glint, an elegant hand pushing bright, almost highlighter blonde hair back into place with the help of a black zigzag headband.

Sero groans, slumping beneath the sheer size of his exaggerations. “Speak of the devil…”

Kaminari throws him a smile, unperturbed and as shining as ever. “Excuse me, fine sir, but I think you mean that it’s your Devilishly Gorgeous Boyfriend-”

“It’s my moron of a boyfriend,” Sero corrects with a flourish of his hand, “but continue.”

Kaminari’s voice rises slightly, his eyebrows furrowing. “The love of your life-”

“Don’t tell Shinsou.”

A squeak of indignation emanates from the electric blonde, his grip on the conversation's direction slipping. “Here to brighten up your day-”

Sero shakes his head before Kaminari is able to finish, an expression of pity painting his features as he yet again shoots the man down, “here to make a dumbass of himself.”

Kaminari gives up with a disheartened whine, crumpling across the counter and burying his pout in the crook of his elbow. The words ‘you’re supposed to love me,’ press against the surface, hot as they bounce back and burrow into the electric blonde’s sour expression.

Sero concedes. Rolling his head back and shrugging the sense of pride from his shoulders, he places a reassuring hand on the hunched figure.

“It’s an endearing trait, babe,” he insists gently, fingers worming into the cage of his arms and finding Kaminari’s chin, lifting his boyfriend’s face from the confines of frustration. “It’s cute, you know?”

Kaminari sniffles, eyes wide and hopeful. “Really?”

“No.”

Kaminari immediately reels, delicate features carved harsh with the the angles of his scowl. He points an accusatory finger at Sero, the man a head taller than the anger fuming at his shins, and Hawks quickly ducks beneath Kaminari’s arm before he can bear witness to the shriek of “hey, I am offended!”

Scampering away as Sero raises to his full height, Hawks makes sure that he’s safely dipped past the bickering pair before plastering on his best customer service smile. Chipper attitude in check, he hopes desperately that his positivity is loud enough to drown out his two friends battling viciously at the register. It’s obvious that it doesn’t work, but the customer is far too enraptured by the shimmering sight of their drink to care.

Returning to the war zone sees his fake smile drop into something more comfortable and far less plastic, and Hawks holds up his hands in the hopes for a cease fire. “Guys, guys, please,” he practically sings, batting his eyes and ducking away from the redirected, although mostly feigned, hostility turning on him. “Stop bickering, would you? We’ve got more important things to do.”

Both men eye him suspiciously, Kaminari taking the bait with a less than eager, “what?”

Hawks simply beams as the tension dissipates, flinging his arms open in gradious. “It’s that time again, ladies and gentlemen and all our non binary friends, for the coffee crew conspiracy hour!”

A/N: Henlo and welcome to this shit show that is a potential first chapter for a self indulgent DabiHawks coffee/tattoo au… it’s literally the first thing I’ve been able to write properly in months. Enjoy the ride! If you’d be interested in me continuing, please let me know otherwise it’ll probably disappear into the ether.

Massive shout out to @rageyoudamnednerd for screaming about this au with me! Love you, gurl <3

#BNHA #Hawks #Dabi #Shinsou Hitoshi #Sero Hanta #Kaminari Denki #DabiHawks coffee/tattoo au #Absolute trash that was so much fun to write #MHA #My hero academia #boku no hero academia #Ink rings pt 1 #my writing #ink rings

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dothewrite · 7 years

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anonymous asked:

so a scenario with akaashi, kyoutani (if you do him) and iwaizumi where its like a GANGAU kinda thing and their s/o becomes a target for their rival gang and they kidnap her nd once the guys find her and stuff afterwards they treat her wounds and cuddles everywhere and fluffiness (unless they dont find her??? o.0) up to you but extra points for fluffyness at the enddd <333

Here’s the next installment! Thanks for the wait, and I hope this is (despite my ever persistent angst) fluffy enough, well, for Kyoutani’s standards anyway. Enjoy!

Akaashi.

It hadn’t been a pretty sight, watching the bodies fall one by one behind your swollen, bruised eyelids. Once you had been found and recovered to safety, everyone started talking to you like you weren’t there, like you weren’t right in the middle of it- like all those people on the floor, slaughtered, weren’t because of you. Of course, it might not have been, and you’re beginning to really think so. The boss had looked right past you when you were brought in to report, the group responsible had let their gazes linger over you with a calculating stare, glancing over you like potential collateral. You probably were, but before that, you had thought that you were at least part of the team. Well, until you got yourself caught. Until you became baggage.

“Thinking your way to hell again?”

It’s a rough, familiar voice that doesn’t give any leeway for gentleness to seep in, but it makes you smile all the same. Your shoulders melt a little, the press of your hands together slowly defrosting in this warm apartment that for now, is still safe. Nobody simply walks into the mad dog’s kennel, after all.

“You know how I am,” you throw a sheepish smile over your shoulder, “can’t help bad habits.”

“Hmm…” Kyoutani, with a mug of something steaming in each hand, nudges you with a foot and settles down into the free space beside you on his sofa. “Guess it’s not all bad. Someone’s got to do the brain work after all.”

“And we all know how you are with that,” you tease. His stern face crinkles a little with amusement that’s only ever granted to you, and he sets the mugs down on the coasters in front of him. You’ve always wondered, for someone so brash and careless as Kyoutani, he’s oddly cautious of his own belongings. Like he’s protecting them, like once they’re gone, they’re gone for good.

You place a soft hand over his, and he looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “Thanks for getting me out,” you tell him. It’s an apology, you both knew that, but you also both knew how he hated hearing those.

Kyoutani shrugs, stiff and unfamiliar. “Just doing what I had to.”

Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn’t.

“They said that you were almost about to storm in alone and with a single knife trying to reach the room I was in.” A slight tilt upwards of your lip. “Like a hero.”

His face scrunches up with disgust and it makes you laugh, cackling and aching in a way you’ve missed. “Fuck that, do I look like some kind of hero to you?”

“Maybe not Superman,” you ponder, “maybe Robin? Oh, oh, you’re Superboy.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah right, don’t tell me you don’t peek at my comics when you think I’m not looking.”

“...You calling me angsty? I don’t punch walls and shit, not like that little shithead.”

“Uh.”

“What?”

“...You really do.” The cackles come again when Kyoutani’s face balloons up into a red fanfare accompanied with emanating heat and all. “You should have seen the way you looked after all those guys were taken down. Dark and mysterious and all that jazz,” you prod him with a finger, your eyes sly and twinkling with amusement at his expense.

Kyoutani, however, falls quiet. “Wasn’t a mirror, was there?” he says lowly, and all of a sudden it seems like he’s towering over you even though you’re not much shorter, and the shadows on his face seem like the only thing that colours it. “I saw you though. Tied up on the floor. Bruised. Bleeding.” He burns his own gaze into your eyes. “Fucked up by those assholes.”

“It wasn’t anything I couldn’t take.”

“And here you are,” he continues like you never said a word, “pretending like you’re tough. Pretending like you’re fucking steel.”

It hurts more than you expected it to. A sting to your pride- that irritating thing that keeps on rearing its head at the worst moments, and you force your head away. You can’t look at him now, not when he’s putting it like that. Not when he’s completely fucking right.

“I’m not weak,” you insist. You don’t know to whom anymore, at this rate.

“Didn’t say you were,” he replies, his voice uncharacteristically soft, and you have to wonder how much your abduction really scared him. How much he actually thought he had lost you, because he’s lost so much that he can’t even remember what he started off with in the first place. “But we all got our limits. You can’t just pretend they don’t exist because you want to be invincible. Bones break whether or not you want ‘em to.”

“Oh yeah? You looked like a demon when you walked in.” A harsh laugh pushes itself up your throat and it sounds so ugly that you wish you could cram it back in. “I was barely conscious, but I’m pretty sure what I took you gave back tenfold.”

Kyoutani shrugs again. This time easier, smoother, because he means it. “I was angry.”

“Angry’s bit of an understatement.”

“Does it fucking matter?” He’s pissed off now, you can tell from the way his arms tense up and how his words grow shorter. Something in you wants to flinch, but you stay fixed in your seat, determined to have this at least. “I was out of my fucking mind ‘cus I was so angry, okay? They fucking took you, under my goddamn nose, and I had to carry you out of that shithole. You barely had a patch of skin that wasn’t fucked up, so yeah, damn right I’m angry. But this isn’t the same and you know it.”

You breathe deeply, like you’re trying to breathe sense back into your life and what you get instead is a strong wave of the tea he knows is your favourite, his almost cologne-like musk that he leaves on everything, and the undercurrent of all the things they said he was when he found out that you had been taken. It’s enough, you think. Enough to not be the only girl in the team for one afternoon, for you to put down what had earned you their respect in the first place and just be be you. Be the person that Kyoutani Koutarou almost tore down his own team to reach.

Maybe that person isn’t so strong. Maybe that person did cry and scream when they were hurt, when the knives scraped under their skin. Maybe- no, definitely- Kyoutani knows all this.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs to you. The harshest voice reduced to the softest comfort, and he’s so close to you; his forehead is almost flush against yours, his eyes still burning bright right through you, his calloused hand cradling your cheek and the scars on his thumb are pressing along your own cuts that they had left on your face. In this moments, he’s everything, and there’s no disbelieving what he tells you now. “You can still be the tough girl, y’know. I’m not telling you to cry or anything but, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that it’s okay even if you did. I don’t care. It’s just human.” His gaze roam across all your bandages for a quick second before returning to yours. “You’re human. We’ll get better after we’re broken and all.”

He hasn’t quite finished yet, you can tell in his posture as he leans backwards to stretch for a second, and you don’t understand why anyone could think that Kyoutani’s anything other than genuine.

“Those wounds- seeing those wounds- it… it did something to me. It wasn’t great. I’d say fucked up, but you’ve probably heard that from me enough today, so.” There’s a sudden spread of a smile on his face that looks crooked and exhausting for him to maintain, but it glows warm against your mouth when he suddenly dips down to press a firm kiss to your cut lips. You stifle a smile of your own, because he kisses like he’s been holding it back for days, and it’s lovely, even though he’d kill you if he knew. He pulls back after a few, long, seconds, and you wait for him to finish his piece. “If I’m not the one who was beat up and it still hurt, it must have been fucking shit for you. I know.”

“I know,” you echo, and although your smile is a little wobbly, he seems to appreciate that much more than your earlier ones. Far more comfortable than when you had been teasing, at any rate, because he’s always been more observant than anyone gives him credit for. “You’re right. You’re always right when you don’t need to be,” you laugh, and he quirks an awkward grin at you, “but thanks.”

“Mhmm,” he nods, “no problem.”

“Still, the tea’s all cold now,” you say archly as you lean back into the sofa like a cat, and just like that, the tension’s gone and the warmth of his lived-in apartment returns. “Wanna just get ice cream instead?”

“I thought all women wanted to go on diets.”

“Yeah but not all women burn calories each day sparring with lunatics.”

“Call me a lunatic again and you’re not getting shit.”

You grin, a smile so wide that it splits your face and you leap up from your seat in anticipation.

“Oh yeah? Watch me.”

#kyoutani kentarou #female original character #sfw #gang au #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #i writes the haikyuu

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