#hunteds

[scarfwere]

allison: Ugh my hands are cold

isaac: Oh okay

isaac: *takes ally's hands in his*

allison: ... you know my lips are cold too...

isaac: uh...

isaac: *shrugs a little and covers ally's mouth with his hand*

allison: ...

[moonhurts]

doesn’t mahogany look striking flickered gold?  let it be said that allison’s resolve is as steely and stubborn as her former humanity as she learns the fine-tuned art of supernatural control.  the full moon is coming, see -- a month in the making, as traumatic as the last time had been.  isaac’s glad he’s been relegated to the side-lines of a breathing girlfriend this time, rather than a corpse atop a silver slate; trauma that’s unlikely to ever pass if she insists on wearing blood red lipstick.

     ‘ you can be nervous, you know. it’s your first time. i won’t, like... judge you or think you’re crap at being a werewolf. ’     he gazes at her with warm eyes, well aware his anchor has changed.     ‘ i won’t let anything bad happen, and scott’s on speed dial anyway. ’

[moonhurts]

+ allison

╰ ⟨ BEHIND THE SCENES ⟩

i subscribe to the idea that much of the allison/isaac development occurred off screen, romantic relationship aside.  isaac never expected an apology, and to be honest, allison is probably the first person to ever truly, sincerely apologise to him.  consequently, this elevates allison in his eyes -- it makes him trust her in a more visceral way than with scott, because unlike scott, who just received isaac’s blind trust for being a weirdly good person, allison earned his trust.

i think they connect on a very basic, elementary level: they see the darkness in one another and don’t give a damn that it exists.  they also try very hard to be the best person they can be, but not for themselves -- for scott.  because of this, i think their friendship is quite a healthy one, with very little expectations for one another, and complete acceptance of each others’ flaws.  allison is able to talk to isaac about this part of her without risk of any judgement on his part.  he won’t think less of her.  if anything, he’ll think more of her, for knowing darkness and choosing light in spite of it.

╰ ⟨ ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP ⟩

very unpopular opinion incoming to the masses, but you and i have discussed this before: allison and isaac probably have one of the healthiest, most normal romantic relationships on the show.  the relationship shared between them doesn’t get lost in teenage daydreaming or bickering.  it doesn’t romanticise either party involved.  they’re equals in every sense, even in fight power.  isaac doesn’t think less of allison for being a spongey human, and allison doesn’t think less of isaac for wanting to kill everyone who hurt his friends.  again, this kind of touches on the ‘accepting dark parts without judgement’ point i made above, but it just works.  the healthiest relationships are between people who accept each other exactly as they are, and mesh well despite it.  

allison and isaac had a weirdly mature, adult relationship i can only hope to find for myself.  one that was built from the ground up, painstakingly slowly, and involved an equal amount of give and take from both parties.  it almost seemed bizarrely misplaced in canon, given how naturally it occurred.  from the awkwardness of ‘do we like each other? no, we can’t’, to the casual hooking up and pretending nothing is going on.  this is the epitome of most relationships post high-school.  it doesn’t romanticise first love, and it emphasises that people do grow up and change, which is super exciting.  they even had the awkward ‘define the relationship’ chat -- and god, the number of times i’ve had that chat in my 20s (help).

overall, i think it really could’ve gone to great places, had allison lived, and had they left beacon hills post-canon.  they both are too big for such a small town.

╰ ⟨ POST 3X23 ⟩

allison is 100% the most impactful person in isaac’s life, even after death.  pre-death, she’s the first person to genuinely show romantic interest in him (lmao let’s retcon the garbage ‘i would never kiss you ever’ scene thanks), and she’s also the second person (the first being erica) to just... act interested in his history.  he couldn’t stay after what occurred in ‘insatiable’.  it was the turning point in his life, and chris just so happened to be around to facilitate his leaving. 

while everyone else seemed to be able to grieve and move on, the survivor’s guilt ate isaac alive.  it’s why i write him continuing her code -- i can’t imagine him doing anything else with his life.  she died to save him, so the least he can do is fulfil her dreams (since he never really developed any dreams of his own).  her dreams became his, and he tried (and succeeded) to create a supernatural utopia in her family’s home country.

it isn’t an act of a lovesick man.  it’s an act of a devoted man.  he survived for a reason, and the reason is this.

- ̗̀  meme: send '+’ & a word for some meta! ̖́ -    ╱    always accepting.

[jasnstilnski]

@hunteds: ❛ you look different. ❜

he is still getting used to the comfort of home, to the safety and security of his own bed, to the love of his fathers. he may have spent years with them already, but his time on the streets had changed everything. subjected once again to trauma beyond what he was prepared to deal with, alone and afraid and doing anything he could to just get by. he never thought he'd be back here, had been certain that his fathers wouldn't want him back, that he'd be on the streets for however long was left of his short life. being found, being brought home, it wasn't something he had anticipated. kindness had rarely if ever been shown to him in his life, but it was something that had become so undeniably entwined with his fathers.

the last time he saw her was years ago, back when he'd still had childlike innocence, when his struggling to get through high school had still been perceived as cute. it was before jasper, before the drugs, before he'd run off to try to make it on his own on the streets of a city that had never been kind. new york was a place full of beautiful lights, but jason had only ever spent his time in the dark and dank alleyways that he never should've gone down, streets that his fathers would've warned him off of a million times. seeing her now, like this, he feels a level of shame. what high hopes had she had for him? had they been shattered entirely? could she look at the mess of a boy before her and still see him as a smaller version of miecz? or had he long lost the luxury of comparison to the stilinskis? he certainly doesn't feel worthy of that family name now, doesn't feel as though he deserves to have once again been taken in off the side of the road and fed love on a silver spoon.

he smiles, but it is not the cheerful grin she once would've gotten from him. it's a look of pity, as if she is mourning the dead. some part of him has decided she is, that the boy he'd been when they first met was long dead and gone. miecz may try his best to pretend that isn't the case, but jason is well aware of it. gone are the strangers who look like they understand everything when they find out his last name is stilinski; now all he is met with is confusion and pity, looks sent his fathers way as if to wonder how this came to be. his past has long been locked behind glass, something he refuses to delve into despite how easily it is seen across his face. the scars never faded, and maybe if she looks close enough she'll register that he has more than he once did. if she looked off to the side and spotted a photograph of him, would she even register him as the same boy? if not for the telltale scars and ginger curls, he thinks even his own fathers would not recognize him now. perhaps even the men at the lab, who had spent over a decade analyzing his every breath, would falter at the sight of him. sometimes to stay alive a little part of you has to die, this is a truth that jason has faced more times than he could count.

"grown." but they both know that isn't really it. he's not any bigger than he once was, if anything he's smaller. they've been trying to get his weight up ever since they got him back, feeding him as often as he'll allow. it's just like all those years ago when miecz had found him on the street, when he'd first taken the poor kid in and just wanted to look after him until he could find the boy's home. that felt like lifetimes ago now, and jason can't help but wonder if his father regrets it. if stiles had just kept driving that night, he wouldn't have gone through the horrors of having jason as a son, he wouldn't have had to put himself through heartbreak over and over for a boy who never would've been his. he almost asks her, as if she'd tell the truth. he doubts, really, that miecz would've told her if he regretted it. he doubts he would've told anyone. asking her a question like that would only lead to the predictable "your father loves you" that he'd already heard so many times before.

despite the few years that had passed, she doesn't look any different to him, not really. his dads friends had always been around enough that their image is burned into his memory, any signs of aging or changes in appearance go practically unnoticed. she doesn't hold visible signs of trauma, no recent wounds or awful scars that make him think she has changed. in jasons mind, allison is the exact same as the last time he saw her, maybe even more put together - and that only adds to that shame in his gut, the feeling that she has things figured out while he's in the state that he is. but of course she does, that's why she's here. his fathers would never leave him with someone who wasn't entirely capable of keeping him safe. he thinks he's a little too old for babysitters now, but he knows that that's what this is. his dads may have treated this like just some normal visit where she comes to catch up, but the way they had slipped out of the room was obvious: it's too heavy, they need a break from it all. what an awful paradox they are forced to confront: as difficult as it had been for them to not know where jason was or what he was doing, to see him again and have to face the reality of what he'd survived seemed almost worse. it's not the first time one of his dads had needed to leave the room to process things, but it is the first time they'd both gone, leaving him with someone they trust in the meantime.

"y'known dad forever," at least, it seems like forever for him. stiles had already been out of high school when they met, had already started using miecz to feel more grown up. she'd known him long before he'd become the kind of man to become a father like he was. "did..." he doesn't exactly know what he wants to ask. he can't ask outright if he'd ever hit rock bottom the way jason has, he's already certain the answer is no. there's a lot of things jason believes himself to be sure of, even if the truth may not be as simple as he thinks. "was things.. better? before he found me?" its not outright asking, but it holds the same weight as pondering on his potential regret. if his father's life had been better before he came along, he thinks that's something he should know. jason's had his suspicions, of course. he knows that he wasn't an easy child, that no one would find it easy to suddenly have a thirteen year old kid overnight. especially one who was in the position he was in - couldn't read or write, barely spoke, had only ever known pain. miecz likes to talk highly of jason, of how much his son has changed his life for the better, but he struggles to picture it that way. "when he was my age.... was it.. better?"

[halothief]

it’s been two weeks since she became his first everything all over again, first kiss, first love, first bitten beta, lips petalled red, choking on the you have to tell my dad. it’s been two weeks since his eyes matched the colour of her blood, and teeth pierced the skin of her wrist. it’s been two weeks since that fateful night, and he’s been avoiding her.

he doesn’t intend for this avoidance to come to such an abrupt end, but scott supposes it’s inevitable, in the same kind of expectation that the earth revolves around the sun; scott and allison have always shared the same orbit, and it is no different now.

     ‘ — allison. hey. ’

@hunteds​ ♡’d

[scarfwere]

❛ You didn't have to follow me home. ❜

" I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. I probably shouldn't have been hiding throughout it though. Was I? "

unprompted : @hunteds .

[buildhope]

@hunteds​  →   "we should wait ‘til the fog clears. we need visibility."

she’s right  ---  he knows it,  always the rational one himself,  and that’s even more true now that he’s got a baby at home waiting for his return.  but that baby and the rest of their community also needs the resources they’re on the hunt for.  it’s difficult to justify stopping  (  he’s never been good at a ‘ pause ‘  )   yet he knows it’s best for the both of them,  too.

❝  i--i know.  it’s  .  .  .   ❞   he hesitates,  eyes squinting as he looks ahead anyway,  as if conditions will suddenly change.  the flashlight in his hand does more harm than it does good,  and he looks back in her direction.  ❝  hard to call it quits when we got things to do out here,  y’know?  never been good at not completin’ a task  .  .  .   but you’re right,  we gotta find some shelter and wait it out.   not too long,  though,  a’right?  soon as we start seein’ some light,  we continue,  yeah?   ❞