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maxymylli0n · 2 years

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Let me rant about Stranger Things Season 4 Volume 1. This is your spoiler warning if you have not watched the season yet and also your general warning that these are my thoughts and opinions on some stuff, if you are nice and can talk about it nicely, I encourage discussions. But if you are only going to be mean and condescending, trust me when I say I won’t even give you the time of day. So here, enjoy my ramblings about the recent season:

Jonathan is NOT being a bad boyfriend. You need to understand that he does not want to leave his family behind. It is not even entirely wrong that he is not opening this up to Nancy as he has not even figured it out himself. Both of their feelings are valid: Nancy is frustrated that they have no communication and Jonathan has this burden. It’s actually so sweet that he’s even opening this up to Argyle to get advice as he really needs help with it.

Argyle not tolerating his behaviour is admirable! Most media will portray a guy friend just being nonchalant and giving advice to just end it and him actually listening to Jonathan and giving helpful advice is so cute.

ARGYLE IS SWEET AND LOYAL. NO ONE TOUCH THIS MAN. HE IS TO BE PROTECTED.

Jason being so upset and revengeful for his girlfriend’s death makes sense. It’s not right to take the matter into his own hands of course. His actions are not excused, but why he’s acting this way makes sense from someone who had got lost someone. Especially with the cops being dismissive about the happenings.

Idk how some of you are deciphering that Chrissy and Jason’s relationship was not healthy like the only clip we saw of them was actually cute? The way he said I love you in front of the entire school? Other than that, nothing else. So I don’t understand how people are saying Eddie deserved her more. Yes, Eddie was nice to her but how do you guys know Jason was not treating her right?

As much as y’all are mad at Lucas for hanging out with the “cool kids”, I am as equally frustrated with Mike, Dustin, and Erica in this matter for missing his game. I understand the campaign is important but not being able to support your friend with his endeavours is also shitty of you.

Do not fucking mention to me that they are easily playing DnD with Eddie when they refused to do that with Will all of Season 3.

I’m not saying it’s absurd that 001 was ((born)) with his powers or harnessed it or whatever. Not believing that in a world that has literal monsters in it is just ignorant. It’s just that I’m very confused about it: did he study on how to do it? Was he born with it and just needed to learn how to bring it out? Like what exactly, how exactly. It’s not like there’s books on the topic.

Why did Nancy get a front row seat to his backstory huh why was she so special? HMMMMMMM.

If there is a gate at every murder site in Hawkins, wouldn’t that mean that there is a wide ass gate in the middle of the road where Fred died???????? Like?

Murray is the actual MVP this season. Imagine flying out to California to help Joyce fly to Alaska then unexpectedly to Russia in a kill-thyself mission?? We love our karate man.

YURI CAN BE EATEN BY BEARS, I DON’T CARE.

Staying in that storyline, my homie Joyce would lose her shit once she comes home: house destroyed, kids missing, one taken. I can’t imagine her reaction man.

Antonov can shout at me anytime of the day.

Can we actually applaud Hopper for still being alive at this point? My man was tortured for days?? Weeks?? Captured, tried to escape and then beaten again? Was betrayed with Antonov and THEN beaten again? Man of Steel right there.

Will being the most absolute supportive brother figure to El literally melts me. Especially knowing he likes the boyfriend and he still chooses to love and care for her.

Dustin, my favorite child, always is the one to figure out everything and I swear to god if this person was absent or something, no one in this group would get what’s going on. Nancy might, but even her knowledge about these stuff is limited.

Angela can get an ice skate to the face, I don’t fucking care. (I’m kidding. What El did was assault, please do not do that, kids.)

Mike being confused with what happened at the rink IS NOT HIS FAULT AND NOT HIM PUTTING THE BLAME ON EL. Yes, the “El, what did you do?” line is really bad. But do you blame him? What he knew was that Angela was El’s friend. Yeah, he saw the whole spilling chocolate drink chaos but no one is explaining to this boy that they aren’t really friends. My guy Will also did not know El was lying to Mike. Like did y’all not see the begging to stop the music? The frantically running towards El? The trying so hard to look for her after what happened? My guy was all around confused because not only did he not have any idea with what’s going on with El, Will also had something against him and he was bombarded with all this burden.

Eddie has my whole fucking heart. I’m so scared for him because even if they do defeat Vecna in Volume 2, people would still need an explanation for the murders. Unless, Jason steps up and teams up with them and sees everyone, I doubt my guy Eddie would be safe :(

Eddie and I can add more stains to the bed, idc.

Eddie being a nerd is what I love about him. He was passionate about something he likes. He’s a little weird and rough around the edges but he’s nice and such a sweetheart. Might I add, actually funny.

Max accepting her end broke me. How she wrote goodbye letters already, how she practically said goodbye to her mum as well, the letter to Billy. The fact that she was trying so hard to hold on as well. I love this kid.

Side note: She had a letter for Steve :’)

ROBIN BEING SO COMFORTABLE AROUND STEVE!! I LOVE THEM!!

This is the bare minimum for an ally but Steve not outing Robin to everyone to reason why they’re not dating is one of my favorite subtle things this season. As he should of course but you kind of do not expect that from a guy not exposed to that idea so I’m happy.

Please stop making Stancy happen again. I would accept it if there’s no Jonathan as Steve is a completely different person now and has changed. BUT that’s the thing: Jonathan. Please DO NOT cheat on this boy as that would also make me hate Steve because he let it happen (if it happens). Leave Jancy alone.

I’m confused as to why Erica is still confused with everything. She was already involved in Season 3, why we gotta run it through you again homie. I love you but let’s keep up yeah?

Robin is actually very smart and loyal as well. I love the scene where Nancy did not think twice jumping in, but honestly Robin was the one that did not hesitate for both Nancy and Steve. Nancy took seven seconds though. Yes, I counted. We pan back to Robin and she’s already setting herself to dive in.

Robin was quick and smart to figure out the music theory. I’m glad she was fast with that or Max is gone.

Jason witnessing the very gruesome death of one of his best friends is unexplainable to him. A guy who isn’t aware of the upside down’s only explanation about this would be a cult or some kind of ritual sacrifice. The whole shit of about it was cringey but I get it, he doesn't know shit and then SEEING THAT? What would you think?

Papa / Dr. Brenner’s actor is actually really attractive. Just gotta let that out there.

Y’all gotta let my girl El live! Please! Baby is so traumatized already and she had to relive it. Give her a break! The only upside to her “training” is that she can find comfort in knowing it was not her that did the massacre.

Susie is a GENUIS. How they knew where you she lived in beyond me but that’s not much an important detail here. Her deciphering everything and being able to crack the code is girlboss energy. We love. She deserves to have a scene with all the kids.

Vecna / 001 can get it.

My guy, it’s funny though, imagine getting outpowered by a literal child 💀

A big shout out to Robert Englund, the one and only Freddie Kruger being here.

I started off hating this season because I did not like how we were entering the “Haunted House” genre. It was later on that we realize that well, it was not a demon possessing the house, but a hot guy who is different and not like other guys a child who apparently has powers and have this if-you-die, you-will-truly-be-free-mindset.

Last point: The Duffer brothers and the Stranger Things should learn to SHUT UP in giving spoilers PLEASE. I love Noah Schnapp but damn please do not let this boy go on an interview again. And the Duffer brothers confirming this character is safe and this and that like PLEASE. No context clues, I want to get in there and be in the dark.

Very last general point: As much as we hate our favorite characters dying in a series/movie, the inevitability of death explains mortality and equal odds between the good and bad guys - it makes the show great. It’ll be boring if the ones we root for always win. This is why Game of Thrones was (once) a great show, death of people you were rooting for caught you off guard so much. With Stranger Things, everybody cares for everyone and anyone that would die either because of sacrifice or stupidity or even “for the greater good”, it makes sense because that’s the way they are and they will.

P.S. I will be editing this from time to time to add on to things when it triggers my thought process so have fun!

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notgonnarememberthis · 4 years

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Twenty-Nine

This is quite a departure from what I usually write but I love this family so much that I had to do a little hurt/comfort fic. That and this idea of a survivor’s guilt when it comes to those around serial killers is golden angst material and it was just begging to be written. Hope y’all enjoy

In retrospect of everything that’s happened, Jessica believes she’s kept herself impressively together. She has handled the paparazzi clamoring at every door she’s behind, the concerned looks from her friends, and the judgemental looks from her social circle.

The news hit nationwide last night, “The Surgeon’s Six Undiscovered Victims”, a press release that took her world, yet again, by storm. Every moment she finds peace she’s thrown into the vortex by no other than her ex-husband. Of course he had to reveal in a live interview that he had six lost victims, of course it had to bragging at the police that they never knew, of course it would send Malcolm into a guilt ridden spiral until he knew every single name.

All of this for an unsubstantiated claim of a clinical narcissist who fell out of the limelight when all of Nicholas Endicott’s shady business came uncovered. God forbid the Whitly’s not be in a headline for a while.

However, she’s kept herself busy. She dodges the questions with ease, laughing them off as what they were, bullshit. Rather she throws herself into her most recent charity project, absolutely determined to have an event go off without a hitch. Her work has kept her busy enough to have an excuse not to watch the news and if she didn’t have that she would check up on Gil and make sure he wasn’t throwing himself into work too soon.

“Mother!” She jumps at Malcolm’s voice glancing up from her papers. He stands by Ainsley in the doorway, both looking worriedly at her.

“Sorry. I was a little focused.” She gets up from her spot at the table hugging Ainsley first, then Malcolm. “You both look exhausted, Edith get us some coffee would you?” While the statement is mostly true, it’s a rather selfish request. Sleep has been creeping in on her for the past half hour but there’s too much to do before next weekend.

“I’m good, thanks.” Ainsley’s smile is forced. Her eyebrows furrow together studying her daughter’s face for a moment. Her smile, even the fake one, normally comes with such practiced ease that it’s hard to spot when she’s faking it for appearances. This is cardboard though, one that’s too exhausted to sell the image.

“We didn’t come for coffee.” Malcolm frowns, she nods to Edith dismissing her. The woman leaves allowing them to have their talk in private.

“Don’t tell me you came to talk about the news. You know your father is a clinical narcissist and with Endicott’s empire crumbling he’s not in the one anyone is talking about. He’s desperate. We just need to-”

“We found the six bodies.” He cuts her off stopping her in her tracks. “I visited Dad and he told me where they were buried. I went with Dani and JT. What he said is true.” The information feels like a punch to the chest.

“We don’t know that it was him,” she tries desperately at denial yet again. “He could have mentored another serial killer for all we know.”

“He gave us enough detail to ID all the women and how they died.” She runs her hands through her hair desperate for something to hold onto. “We wanted you to hear it from us first.”

“No doubt it will be on the news before the end of the night.” Ainsley adds bitterly. She notices the angry look exchanged between the two, with her ambition she has little doubt that Ainsley wanted to be the one to break the story but it was Malcolm who insisted they talk first. She’ll never fault her daughter for her ambition though, it truly is her best quality.

The two rock on their feet. Years of practice as a mother has taught her one thing and that it’s never a good thing. They’re holding something back, trying to will the other to talk about it first. Normally it would be about a priceless vase they broke in their careless playing or sneaking out past their curfews. God she misses when it was that simple. “What?”

“Ains,” Malcolm swallows heavily, it’s a nickname he only uses under a vulnerable state. She braces herself as Ainsley pulls a manilla folder out of her purse and hands it to her.

“What’s this?” Neither answer, rather their eyes look anywhere but at her both trying their best to stay put together.

“We wanted you to know before you saw it on TV.” She opens the folder finding the face of a much younger woman smiling back at her. The photo is faded and yellowed but her features were indistinguishable. Wavy brown hair spills over her shoulders, blue eyes sparkling back at the camera. Even her posture gave away everything she needed to know. The woman looks like her.

“Who is this?” The emotion thick in her voice nearly shatters everything she’s kept so tightly together in the past few months. She’ll be damned if she lets it go now.

Ainsley straightens, taking a breath and in her best reporter tone lays out the details, “Her name is… was Erica Watson. She went missing the summer of 1985.”

“The year I met your father.” She slumps against the table, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. “She was meant to be a stand in for me, wasn’t she?”

Neither answer but that’s enough to confirm her worst suspicions. For years she’d had those lingering thoughts in the back of her head. That he’d never killed her. That for whatever fucking reason that in his twisted mind she was special. Clearly special enough to kill a supplement of her.

Disgust fills her mouth, a bitter laugh creeping out untethered from her control. “Fuck.” The questions will become unrelenting. She turns her back not wanting either of them to see the tears building up in her eyes. She hears Ainsley sniff and she feels horribly. How must they feel, finding out that their father wanted to kill their mother? But with the hot tears rolling down her cheeks out of her control she can’t bring herself to turn back to them. She wants Gil, he’d know what to do, he’d know what to say in all of this madness but he’s confined to a damn hospital bed.

She throws her glass at the wall in a last fit of anger before the sobs take over. She weeps for the poor girl who died because of her. For the family who went thirty-five years without knowing what had happened to their daughter. God she couldn’t have been more than twenty-three.

She feels the impact of a body hitting her in the back, arms wrapping almost hesitant around her middle. Ainsley’s hair tickles her arms as she presses her forehead against the back of her shoulders. She pushes the arms away and she can feel the disappointment radiating from her daughter. Instead she turns, quickly pulling her back into a tight embrace. She strokes the blonde hair back as she looks over her shoulder at Malcolm. He stands so tightly wound, as if a single move will break everything. Yet his eyes always give away all, he’s just so scared.

She reaches out an arm to him and he crashes into the hug all the same, his arms wrapping easily around the both of them. Holding them to her makes it easier to breathe, the past doesn’t matter so long as they’re safe and close to her. She will make plans to contact the families of the six killed, she’ll pay for funerals and burials all the same. They deserve that closure, after all.

But for now she’s content in holding her own family close, as they hold the broken pieces of her together.

#prodigal son #prodigal son spoilers #kinda #jessica whitly #malcolm bright #ainsley whitly #timeline #what timeline #we dont know her

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asterekmess · 4 years

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S3A - E3

Hiya, back with another episode of the rewatch. I am...not looking forward to this episode. *deep breath* here we go.

Read More’s save sanity

Hey, so I know this is a really heavy first bullet point...but isn’t anybody else uncomfortable with the image of a black boy running around out of his mind with fury and bloodlust and going after little...white kids? Am I reading too much into this? I know Cora’s running around too. I just...whatever, I’m just gonna keep my mouth shut.

Straight from way too heavy to way too light. So that girl dropped a big jar of fireflies, but they say that fireflies that actually glow aren’t native to California, which would mean these are part of the whole magic thing going on, and at the end of the whole firefly thing they get rid of all the fireflies. So...what if someone finds that jar and opens it?

...nevermind the jar opened up somehow...

Okay, listen, I have a petty and biased hatred for this moment with Scott. Like...is it so hard to say, “I had to get the kids he was chasing away from him?” It’s not like they don’t have time..they just stand there in silence for a while. I also hate the savior pose he strikes there with the kids clinging to him. Like, I get that it’s a very common trope. I still hate it. I use the anti-scott tag for a reason, let me be salty.

why te fuck does Scott FLOAT in the intro?

Lydia has seriously emptied an entire bottle of ibuprofen? She should be dead. Or at least at a hospital. She’s too smart not to know how dangerous it is to take ibuprofen (even the recommended dosage) for too long at a time.

Lydia...Lydia knows about werewolves now. Did no one tell her about this whole escape plan for the betas? She could’ve helped.

Cue the shitty SFX running. Y’all look ridiculous.

Man, come on. Are you seriously telling me that Derek never played hide and seek with his siblings? Like, they’re werewolves for fuck’s sake. Derek never did fake chases through the woods? He tracked PETER for christ’s sake, all the way across town. He was like yards behind him before he got shot that one time.

This show relies a lot on character’s losing time and just finding themselves places. Jackson losing time, Lydia losing time. Lydia losing time again, but in a new way. Later, it’ll be Stiles losing time. I’m just saying, it happens a lot.

It’s fucking august in California. Does it actually get that cold? Poor Lydia’s nose is always red cus she gets forced to wander around in the dark and freezing. I can see her goosebumps when she kneels next to the pool.

I know it’s gotta be hell on her voice, but I think it’s so interesting the way Lydia screams and how it has to jump around the chords before hitting that one note. I don’t know why I find that so interesting. Guess it just reminds me of a wolf howl. Seriously, look ‘em up. Weirdly similar. GO Holland!

What do you mean the last memory that she had of her mother, Scott? You should’ve told her RIGHT THEN. Right off the bat. There was TONS of time between her getting bit and when she died. You should’ve told Allison right away. Fuck you, you had all of spring break!

god fucking damn it now I’m crying again. Erica, sweetie...Derek honey...

I’m trying to get past the tears to enjoy this romancey stuff, with the candles and the lil lamps, and the LOTR references. I’m really trying.

This is totally not what I should be thinking about while watching the two of them make out, but like, so does Caitlin not go to their school? She just sort of appears a couple times, but Stiles doesn’t seem to know her. Maybe she went to the same school as Heather?

don’t like bugs don’t like bugs ew ew ew ew

Hi cora!

Isaac! You’re somehow feeling better, even though you were apparently out of commission like an hour or two ago...wait huh?

I gotta say, okay, listen I just can’t help it. I know this is serious, but that lil smirk on Isaac’s face? I don’t think he looks smug, personally, I think he looks like he’s about to go play, go rolling around in the grass and leaves, playing with a pack member. He’s been alone for so long this summer, what with Jackson leaving. he’s had no wolves to play with (cus’ we know Derek’s a grump). As worried as he’s gotta be, I bet he’s having funnnnnn.

I..uh..Cora what sound is coming out of your mouth? That..that does not sound like a wolf. That sounds like a wild cat of some kind. Wolves don’t make that screechy noise. They bark and growl, like the sound that came just before. That doesn’t even sound like a roar. Who gave you cheetah sounds?? You’re canine, not feline. Come on they did SO WELL with Derek’s sounds-- No. NO Do not tell me they gave Cora cat sounds cus she’s a chick. I’m gonna fight someone. (For those of you interested, if you scroll to the bottom of this webpage, you can listen to wolf growl snippets and they’re such good quality (I think the bark snippet is broken tho). Listen to those whimpers and whines too, fucking fascinating. I love wolves. Such beautiful animals.)

Cora with Isaac and Scott attacking her and growling at her: “Fuck you, I’ll bite you!” Cora with Derek just growling at her: “BYE bro!”

Stiles, honey! I missed you! Literally, just the sound of your voice makes me feel better.

Scott, Seriously, Derek just said you haven’t tracked either of them anywhere near the pool. You’ve both been following them all night! Yeah, they’re dangerous, but they couldn’t get to the pool and back in time to fight you! I”M GONNA SMACK YOU. DOn’t use that fucking patronizing tone of voice when Derek is TELLING YOU FACTS.

OUR fault? OUR FAULT? I’m gonna fucking *kicks a chair and storms off, grumbling* *Spins around, cus fuck it i’m gonna yell. it’s my post.* NONE OF THIS is DEREK”S FAULT. NOne of this is ISAAC’S FAULT. Fuck dude, I’ll even say that it’s not Scott’s fault! If it’s anyone other than the Alphas’ fault, it’s Allison’s, but tbf she thought she was helping.

DEREK SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH. I swear to god.

ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING? DEREK WOULD NEVER SUGGEST MURDERING BOYD AND CORA. NEVER. He thought Cora was fucking dead and he just found out she’s alive! HE WOULD NEVER. NEVER. FUCK YOU. FUCK EVERYTHING. *Throws a plate* YOU KNOW YOU ONLY FUCKING WROTE IT SO THAT YOU COULD SHOW OFF SCOOT MCFUCKFACE’S SUDDEN FLIP IN MORALITY BY HAVING HIM SAY THAT “KILLING ISN’T THE RIGHT THING TO DO” OH REALLY Scott? REALLY? Killing is bad? YOU DIDN’T THINK SO WHEN YOU SPENT MONTHS attempting to commit PREMEDITATED MURDER of a GUY WHO WAS ALREADY DYING. MONTHS. Scott. FUCK YOU. FUCK THIS SHOW. 13 minutes in and I’m already about to chuck my laptop across the room. MY CAT WON’T EVEN CUDDLE ME ANYMORE I’M SO ANGRY.

And now I’m really fucking sad, cus’ I hate watching this poor girl get told she’s just hallucinating.

WHY does everyone go shopping at fucking 8 pm in Beacon Hills? What...Chris you don’t even have a day job.

I don’t...I don’t understand this scene with Isaac. Like..what exactly are they trying to imply? That he thinks she’s hot? All he’s seen is her raging around with fangs free and glowing eyes. And yeah, some people definitely think that’s hot. But like...that’s just so...what? I choose to read this scene as him just wondering about Derek’s home life. Like, “Since when do you have siblings? Why don’t you tell me these things? I have an aunt?”

WHAT DO YOU mean “Your world?” CHRIS YOU GREW UP AS A HUNTER. THIS IS YOUR WORLD TOO. He was YOUR dad. You’ve been a part of this WAY longer than Scott! Don’t blame the werewolves for ruining your life! THAT WAS YOUR DAD and YOUR STUPID HUNTER CODE’S FAULT.

OKay, listen, I have so many issues with this I need a therapist to mediate my conversations with it. FUCK YOU TW for bringing in Chris. I dont’ give a fuck if he’s experienced or trying to redeem himself. He is a HUNTER he has Slaughtered Derek’s kind for his entire life. He may want to do the right thing, but the right thing definitely doesn’t involved him Standing in front of Derek and forcing him to listen to hunter PROPAGANDA BULLSHIT. I’M SO FUCKING MAD. This was so inappropriate, holy shit. SO far beyond okay. Even the CONCEPT that werewolves wouldn’t be as good at tracking other werewolves as hunters are is fucking stupid. You said it yourself, Chris they can follow scent up to TWO MILES AWAY. Wolves can track their prey for weeks without losing the scent. Just because Isaac stepped on some footprints doesn’t mean he’s incapable of finding them. And what’s all this shit about them “Being able to rely on their human half”? NO? First off, minor detail. Werewolves aren’t half wolf, half human, dumbass. They’re all werewolf. AND The show has said like Ten TIMES that they can’t access their human form/the thought processes they would normally have during a full moon without an anchor, and Boyd and Cora are effectively anchorless on this moon. This is just utter bullshit and I’m so goddamn angry I don’t even know how to process it. “If you’re not trained like me you have no idea this print is Boyd’s” YEAH THEY DO. THEY CAN LITERALLY SMELL IT. DEREK ALREADY IDENTIFIED THE TRACKS. FUCK you.

ALSO. Getting REAL SICk of people slicing their wrists every time they need a little blood for a ritual or for bait. YOU CUT THE MEAT of the arm. ON THE BACK. WHERE YOU WON”T HIT a VEIN. DUMBASSES.

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NINE YEARS DEREK? YOU’D BETTER MEAN CORA WAS NINE YEARS OLD, CUS’ THE FIRE WAS SIX YEARS AGO. and what do you mean you don’t have a lock on her scent? you’ve been following it just fine all night! Wolves remember human scents decades later.

Booooo, i hate the entire concept of wolves going mad on a full moon. It’s lazy and boring. Wolves are not vicious animals, they’re shy as fuck. THey don’t attack without reason. Werewolves should be the same. Full moon’s enhance their wolfishness, so it should make them MORE SHY. The moon should enhance whatever they feel, rather than just making them mindlessly aggressive.

“Primal apex Predatory satisfaction”? seriously? Shut the FUCK up Chris, I’m really fucking sick of your hunter bedtime stories.

....i hate this woman.

Casual reminder that Isaac wouldn’t suggest Killing boyd. Ever. I fucking hate these writers.

yeah yeah, running scene. blah blah blah.

See, I never really understood those fics where Peter just refuses to give anyone any info. He tells Derek what’s up constantly. He didn’t lie or hold anything back when he helped Derek figure out what was up with Jackson or how Jackson needed Lydia to be cured. He walks right up to Derek and says “Hey, so those Alphas clearly want you to join them and that means they’re trying to make you kill your own pack” Peter helps Derek all the time. He’s just a dick while he does it.

Look, I love this moment with Peter, his “Let Scott be the hero of his morally black and white world. You and I, we live in shades of gray” lines are so good, and they speak so much to his character and personality. And he’s right. But I hate that they built the scene around Derek planning to kill his own pack, and following Scott around doing as he asks. I just hate what they do to Derek here.

The dog whistles suddenly have no effect on their hearing? Love it.

Take a second to bring up a plotline you won’t explain for ages. I vibe with that, so long as it is eventually explained.

OOh, suddenly BHHS has a football field?

Not gonna cry, not gonna cry. FUCK I’m crying again.

I just...dude I’m over here trying not to completely lose my shit and cry like a baby, and Stiles is in the middle of panicking and losing his oldest friend and he still puts the dots together. Like. Jesus christ this boy.

NOW Derek? You choose NOW to take Every Single Step down the stairs? JUMP.

...what is this a cartoon? Glowing eyes in the dark? one too many sets? Yeah, yeah, I get it, they’re supposed to look like fireflies.

Why did you stop to look at each other after blasting them? Just go.

OH, yeah, of course Scott has to be the one to hear the extra heartbeat. Scott. Not Derek. Not the ALpha who’s senses are heightened above the a Beta’s. Not DEREK the ALPHA who has a PACK, which makes his senses even stronger that that. No. Scott. The omega. Because he’s like an inch closer to the door. Yah. Sure. That makes sense. SUre.

Dude I wish my high school had that much backup supplies free for the teacher’s to grab. Also, I hate this woman.

WHy were the lights off in the boiler room if she was in the back grabbing stuff? That..what?

OH. I forgot, so Caitlin’s out of high school? She’s...what, 18? 19? Okay, fine, I’ll take that.

Oh stop faking Jennifer, fuck you.

Crying again. dont’ mind me. This is Derek. Not choosing to kill his beta or his long lost sister. Choosing to die himself instead. THAT is Derek (it’s self-sacrificing and it’s because he gives his own life no worth, but it’s still him.)

HOW IS IT DAWN? THAT WOULD BE like 6 HOURS of standing around! Or did the sun not set until like 10 pm? Hm? This show has no concept of time, and werewolves are very time oriented. Someone take away the show from the writers. They’ve lost their privileges.

I hate this. I hate that Isaac shouts for Scott. Not Derek. That’s just so fucking dumb. I’m so tired of it. I’m just so fucking sick of it.

I don’t even wanna look at this. I hate this woman so much.

YOU REALIZE that the third Virgin was Taken. The third virgin is DEAD. the sacrifices have been made, and now Jennifer has control over people. This is where she starts controlling Derek. Right Fucking Here. He loses his agency the moment they touch, if not the moment they make eye contact or he gets in range. I hate it. I HATE IT.

BOOM. Episode three, and Stiles already has the villain after next figured out. He’s past the Alphas now.

Final Thoughts: I’m angry, I’m tired, and I honestly got very little joy or interest out of this whole episode. I hate what this show did to werewolves and how much insane Scott glorification there is and how every little thing HAS to be about Scott. Scott’s relationship with Chris. Scott saving the kids. Scott’s the one Isaac calls for. Scott’s the one who hears the heartbeats. I get that he’s the main character. I also hate that he’s the main character. It’s just so sad and pathetic and boring and just....ugh. I’m going to bed. I will try for another episode or two tomorrow.

(I promise I’m okay. Just go listen to the wolf howls for me in that link, huh? Listen to those beauties and imagine how amazing a wolf show could have been.)

#personal #TeenWolf-Rewatch #anti-scott mccall #i'm sad #but i promise not as sad as it might come across #just need a lil break

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castiel-kline · 4 years

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KitKat’s Random Rewatch (part 1)

So I’m rewatching a bunch of SPN episodes with no rhyme or reason to the order. Legit just whatever episode I’m feeling. And I thought why not just infodump my thoughts, because I haven’t seen a bunch of these in a hot minute. So if you’re interested in reading my ramblings, keep a lookout for these posts.

We’re starting with Byzantium (14x08). It still hurts upon rewatch, trust me.

My god Jack is too sweet

Is it a rule that all cinnamon rolls must say something heartbreakingly pure before dying? Because Jack saying “please don’t be sad” and “then it’ll be an adventure” go straight to my heart. And break it. Jack, please stop killing me

My god SAM’S FACE IM CRYING

Cas honey don’t leave the room

Oh NO after watching 15x15 knowing that Cas still makes the distinction between Jack dying this time because he missed it and the next makes this hurt so much more

Not to be bitter but why is the camera lingering on only Dean’s face before the title card?

Iconic shot of the three of them sad in the hallway

“Your brother’s in pain” ahhHHH Cas stop

The montage of Sam and Cas mourning while Dean’s calling Mary... oof. Side note, did we ever follow up on this voicemail? Because Dean did not sugarcoat so Mary probably had an attack listening to it

The shot of Cas holding the picture of Kelly while standing over Jack’s body.... IM SOBBING

totally forgot Cas saw Sam leaving JUST GO AFTER YOUR FRIEND CAS DARNIT

I mean I do appreciate that Cas respects Sam’s space, but y’all are grieving co-parents. Just hug and cry, it’s okay

Definitely remember my heart stopping the first time when Dean said “tell me you didn’t make a deal.” Little did I know what was coming aHA

My heart is breaking for Sam ahhHHHHH

I think this is hitting Sam so hard because first of all it’s Jack, but also because he doesn’t have a task to instantly bury himself in. So he has to think about it and confront it and because of that he’s about to snap. I just want to hug him please

OHH CAS HAS TEARS IN HIS EYES STAHP

how are Sam and Dean not dead if they’re drinking enough to get Cas tipsy?

The smiles. Somehow it hurts worse.

If there comes a day that the sight of TFW eating nougat candies to mourn Jack doesn’t make me sob, there is something seriously wrong with me.

Slightly bummed we missed out on the SamCas convo where they decided to call Lily Sunder

Dean is hella hungover and it’s actually kinda funny in this emotionally draining episode. Kudos, Jensen.

Jack’s heaven being the road trip to dodge city. Kill me now.

Jack running from the Empty... the sludge really does look like the s15 title card. I wonder if that’ll come back to haunt us.

KELLYYYYYYYY

Courtney and Alex really slayed this scene didn’t they. I’m crying so much

“I grew up” JACK SWEETIE STOP

Jack and Kelly holding hands... that hug... more mother and son time please I’m begging I love them

I really appreciate the framing of this shot with Sam and Cas on one side and Dean on the other.

See, Dean, you were on board with the soul magic plan eventually so you can’t be mad about it later. Except you were. What’s wrong with this picture?

“Don’t you think Jack should decide that for himself?” YESS CAS LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

sAm please you’re killing me

Cas is so happy to see Dumah. That’s kind of breaking me.

Naomi, I still kinda hate you for torturing Cas.

“I know him. This is where he’ll be.” CAS KNOWS HIS SON FAM IM CRYINGGGGG

“I’m not going anywhere.” KELLY MA’AM YOU DESERVE THE SUN AND THE STARS AND THE WHOLE UNIVERSE

this is literally my favorite Dadstiel hug HOW DID I FORGET CAS’S LAUGH OF PURE JOY

JACK’S FACE WATCHING CAS AND KELLY HUG

“I failed you.” “You didn’t. Jack- he’s wonderful.” “Yeah.” CAN YALL HEAR ME SOBBING

Cas looks like he’s going to cry from pride in Jack. I can’t do this why did I think rewatching this ep was a good idea?

A moment of appreciation for how Cas lays out the facts of the situation and lets Jack make his own decision.

“He’s our kid!” Sam, I’m dead on the floor now. Thanks.

Lily, ily.

Cas is still so happy to see Dumah I’m so sad. Get Cas angel buddies pleaseeee he still loves them so much

Erica Cerra is TERRIFYING as the Empty go off queen

Cas and Kelly being protective of their son

“Take me, in his stead. Take me.” First time I’m watching this without crying. Personal growth, I guess

Cas is so scared of dying and the Empty and yet he’d go for Jack in a heartbeat. I can’t do this anymore

“Why did you do that?” “Because I made a promise. And because I love you, Jack.” CRYING IN THE CLUB

Again, Cas laying out the situation and waiting for Jack to make his own choice. Bless him.

“I won’t tell them. I promise.” Jack HONEY

Kelly and Jack’s goodbye... like she’s sending him off to school... I can’t DO THIS

FACE SQUISH

Is Jack fluent in Enochian, or did they write out pronunciations for him?

Sam is rubbing Jack’s arm to comfort him I’m SOFT

I do love this Dean and Jack hug. Jack’s lil smile. Bless.

Robbed of a Sam and Jack hug, but they’re still so soft. I can feel the love oozing from Sam so much rn

Awww I’m so glad Lily gets to be with her daughter now

Is Jack wearing Dean’s robe?

CAS’S FACE WATCHING JACK I CAN’T

SAM’S FACE TOO HOLY

IM DECEASED

I love the way the camera just pulled away at the end after they toasted. Happy family.

Anyway 10/10 episode. It hurts but it slaps.

#kitkat rambles #kitkat's random spn rewatch #spn 14x08

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thecreelhouse · 4 years

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Kill the Lights // Chapter 12

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Read chapter 11 here!

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokinetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 3,180

Content warnings: violence, loooots of violence, angst, cursing, season 3 spoilers

Author’s note: hiiiii, I was gonna wait till tomorrow, but I’m too amped up after finishing this chapter!! Thank you to anyone who has been keeping up with this story since the beginning, and thank you to anyone who’s just recently giving it a chance!! It really means a whole ding dang lot to me, y’all. Writing this has been therapeutic in a way for me to take a breather from my own life nonsense, and it’s exciting to see others are into the story too!! Chapter title is from ‘run’ by the Maine. Feedback is always appreciated! Hope y’all enjoy this one! <3

Chapter 12: Evil Rages Inside

The day started as normally as others; Steve got up, threw that tacky uniform on that he loathed so much, and dragged himself to the mall for another shift at Scoops Ahoy.

He hadn’t heard from Violet since she left work early, and he assumed she just took the day off, still feeling unwell.

Now, stuck in this death trap of an elevator, he wasn’t sure when and if he’d ever see her again. Alright, maybe he was being dramatic, but he sure got his ass in a whole lot of trouble and definitely wished he mustered up the courage to tell Violet he loves her before this all happened.

It all began the night before, when Steve, Robin and Dustin discovered the heavily guarded entrance to what they thought was just a basic room. It wasn’t until the next day, after Robin got her hands on the mall’s blueprints, bribing Erica with free ice cream “for. LIFE.” to climb through the air ducts and unlock the entrance from the inside, and all four of them ended up in that room only for it to plunge itself deep underground, that they realized it wasn’t just some basic room.

Time passed, minutes turned to hours, and eventually guards came to open the elevator. The four of them scrambled up and out through the ceiling to hide. In a split second, as they were exiting, Steve thought to use one of the glass vials of glowing, green goo as a door stopper, letting the whole group quickly pass under just before the door slammed down shut, breaking the glass. The toxic liquid seeped around the floor, chemically burning the surface it touched.

They carefully wandered down the long, industrial style hallways, stopping at the edge of a doorway to another room, filled with guards and people in lab coats busy with their own tasks, buzzing about. Carefully sneaking across to the comms room, and even after Steve fought a Russian guard- and won, for once- Robin called them all over to check out what she saw through the door window. A bright, blue light glowed through the glass and upon their faces, pulling at Steve’s attention, but not for long as alarms overhead began to sound off. Chaos erupted and the four of them scrambled around the room, looking for a way out. Running back up the stairs, they darted out into the larger area with the blue light, bumping into guards and scientists along the way. They stopped short where the light was aimed, and saw an opening in the surface, glowing purple and red among the edges. They began to run again as guards started to catch up to them, until Steve saw something that made his heart fall into his stomach, feet halting to a stop.

It had to be a bad dream. Maybe he just was still asleep at home. It couldn’t be real.

Steve blinked his eyes a few times, tuning out the madness around him, hoping what was before his eyes wasn’t true, but it wouldn’t go away, it wouldn’t change.

The alarms fell quiet in his mind, the yelling from his friends and guards felt miles away. “V- Violet?” He stuttered out, sounding like a lost child.

Strapped down like an animal to a metallic, medical table tilted up right, was his girlfriend, eyes wide and clouded over with blue overall, yet completely silent. His eyes fell onto where her arms were secured, where wires and IV-like tubes were poked and prodded into her skin. He trailed his view where they led, to the giant machinery that shot out a continuous, sharp electric laser across the room and into the surface they just saw. Her skin was sickly pale, veins a deep blue, and dried blood laid under her nose and by her ears. Bile rose in his throat as he put two and two together- they were using Violet’s electrokinesis to power whatever the hell this machine was. They were draining the life from her.

“Violet!” Steve screamed, racing towards her. He didn’t care about the guards, he didn’t care about being an “American Hero” anymore, he just wanted to save his girlfriend from whatever the fuck was happening.

Violet’s eyes twitched over to where Steve was, and the blue in her eyes dissolved, face softening with worry and then hardening again with pain.

“Steve?” She croaked out, waking from her daze. Her eyes darted to the guards closing in on him. “Go, go now!”

“I’m not leaving you!” He yelled back as he reached her, trying to find a way to safely untangle and release her from all the wires in her body. A shock ran up his arms as he touched one of the wires, causing him to jump back. Violet held back tears, feeling sorry for sending pain into him like that, but not knowing what else to do.

“I’ll find you, just go!” She screamed as she sent another shockwave through him, sending him flying back a few more feet. She hated doing this, but what else could she do? If she couldn’t be safe, she just wanted Steve to be safe, at least. The blue in her eyes grabbed hold again, and she held back from screaming in pain.

Steve looking physically and emotionally pained, took the hint and sprinted off to the others into another room. He and Robin held the doors as Dustin and Erica fled safely, only for guards to burst through and hold them up at gunpoint. As they surrendered and threw their hands up, it took everything in Steve not to cry as he heard Violet cry out in agony just beyond those doors.

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“Up. Let’s go.”

Violet felt something jab her side as she slid to the floor, now released from the restraints and wires of the machine. She didn’t have the strength to pick herself up, and another jab, a harder one, was sent back into her side. She cried out, forcing herself back on her feet with whatever was left in her.

As her vision came back into focus, she noticed the machine was still going, buzzing loudly with static shocks surrounding it. Did they not need her anymore? Was this where they got rid of her?

The guard roughly grabbed her by the arms, throwing them behind her back and putting restraints across her wrists again. “Ozerov has new plans for you.” He said darkly, shoving her towards a door.

Violet’s mind began to race the more she came to; she could have sworn she saw Steve earlier. Steve, Robin, Dustin, even Erica? Maybe she was just hallucinating from the drugs they gave her before they hooked her up to that machine. She didn’t even know where she was, so how could Steve get here?

The guard pushed her down one of the long hallways and stopped her outside of a door, where General Ozerov waited for her with that sickening grin. All she wanted to do was snap his neck, squeeze the air out of his lungs, electrocute every inch of life out of his body, but she couldn’t seem to actually use her powers. It probably had to do with those drugs, she figured they had her in a trance and controlled state.

“I have a new job for you, yes?” He offered, patting her cheek as he laughed. Violet yanked her head away from his touch.

“Keep it, shitstain.” She growled, wanting nothing more than to physically rip the smile off his face. It only grew with her anger, though.

“I thought you would be more excited to see your little friends.” He said, and Violet’s face fell at his words.

“What did you do to them?”

“Just wanted to get to know them, is all. That boyfriend of yours can really take some punches, hm?”

Violet felt rage course through her veins at his sentence, and did all she could do in that moment, launch a disgusting wad of spit directly into his eyes. Ozerov wiped his face, only laughing harder, now looking at the guard that held Violet.

“I must be very lucky to have been spit on by not one- but two American women today!” The guard joined into his laughter, rolling through the cold hallway and echoing sharply in Violet’s ears.

“If you touch them, I’ll kill you. You hear me? I’ll rip you apart, you fucking prick.” Violet yelled in Ozerov’s face, and he only smirked.

“We’ll see about that. Come now.”

Violet was pushed into the room in front of her, heart sinking at the sight of Robin and Steve tied together, back to back on chairs, looking ragged and worn down. Steve looked much, much worse than Robin did, blood dried across his face and shirt, eye swollen shut, bruises beginning to blossom under his skin already. Violet clenched her fists at the thought of someone hurting her friends, especially Steve.

“Vi! Steve, Violet’s here!” Robin yelled, a little too cheerily for the situation. Steve’s head snapped up, turning to the side to see where Violet stood. A smile spread across his face and pushed through the damage left behind.

“Baby! I missed you!” He exclaimed, also in a similar mood to Robin’s. Violet was completely stunned at how upbeat they seemed to be, despite the issues at hand.

Ozerov pushed Violet by the shoulders into a chair across from her friends, securing even more restraints.

“Do as I say, little girl.” He growled in her ear, before taking a syringe off the table nearby and plunging it deep into her skin again. Violet gritted her teeth, holding back her screams. She was done showing her pain for these monsters.

The chemicals flowed through her body, and she felt the daze begin to fog her mind again. The blue substance clouded over her eyes once more, and she could feel her body falling victim to the drug’s relaxing properties.

“Your friends don’t want to talk, don’t want to tell us who they work for-“

“Dude, we told you like, a million times. It’s Scoops!” Steve interrupted, clearly annoyed.

“We’ve been nice, we’ve used force, we’ve even threatened them-“ Ozerov rattled off. “-And nothing’s worked. I want them gone. Now.”

Violet fought her hardest through the brain fog, trying not to lose grip on reality.

“And I want you to be the one to get rid of them.” He spat, clutching her face in his hands so they were looking each other in the eyes.

Violet held back tears, but could feel them threatening to escape any second. She spat back, “I’d rather kill myself first before ever laying a finger on my friends, you rotten fuckface.”

“Precious, but we know you can’t die by your own hand, malyshka. If you don’t do it, we gladly will.” He argued back, circling around to the other side of Steve and Robin. Robin’s face fell, slowly realizing the severity of the situation, even through the drugs. Steve, still in a daze, from the drugs or the beating (maybe both), kept staring at Violet, stupid goofy smirk and all.

Violet began to hyperventilate as she rushed to figure out a plan, still battling the potent drugs in her own system, vying for control of her body. The tears began racing down her face, burning hot. Steve’s face finally flipped into a frown at the sight of Violet’s conflict.

“Baby, it’s okay. Please don’t cry.” He tried calming her down, still not fully realizing just why she was crying.

“Let’s go, time is was-“

“Just shut up, you waste of space!” She screamed back at Ozerov, and he fell silent, smirk growing back, watching what he hoped would be his plan unfolding.

“Steve,” Violet started, voice shaking, “Robin, you guys...”

“Violet...” Robin whispered, but couldn’t get anything else out. Violet mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her.

“J- just please close your eyes. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Violet sobbed out, not daring to look either of them in the eye. She couldn’t do it.

The drugs began working their way over her own thoughts, one goal in mind: kill her friends, just like Ozerov wants. She fought and fought and fought it off as best she could, slowly feeling weaker as the seconds passed.

“Do it now!” Ozerov yelled, and Violet’s eyes glazed over with the blue shade again, tears coming to a halt. His cruel smile grew wider and wider as she screamed, war tearing upon her own mind and heart. Breathing shallow, heartbeat rapid, she slammed her eyes shut and let rage and power flood her body.

Two, quick, but sharp and loud snaps echoed through the room, bodies hitting the floor with a THUD! Violet’s eyes hesitated to open, but when they did, she began crying again.

Ozerov and his henchman both were in crumpled heaps on the floor, eyes lifeless and bodies still. Blood began to spill from their lips, and a trickle of Violet’s own blood peeked out from her nose. Violet cried harder.

“Nobody touches my family!” Violet cried out to the corpses. “Rot in hell, you sick bastard!”

“We’re ... we’re alive?” Robin spoke up first, opening her eyes. Her body relaxed from the tensed state she was just in. “Harrington, we’re alive!”

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, landing on Violet, still crying.

“Vi, baby, it’s okay, we’re okay! You didn’t do anything to us! We’re okay! Why are you crying?” He rushed out, clearly relieved to still be breathing but worried about Violet.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” She cried, trying to catch her breath every few words. “I don’t like having to kill anyone and I don’t like having to do it in front of anyone I care about.”

“Violet, you saved us. It’s okay, it was self defense and defense for us.” Robin said, trying to get Violet to see ultimately her actions were used for good. Daze settling back over her, she laughed, “I’m still over here in shock that you have these super cool powers to begin with.”

“Y-you’re not mad?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Steve started to chuckle. “I’d never be mad at you for helping any of us in a bajillion years, babe.”

Violet’s tears began to slow as she giggled at how ridiculous she must have seemed.

“Whatever drugs they gave me controlled my powers. I- I didn’t think I’d be able to fight over it this time. I’m so tired.” She said, now smiling sleepily, slumping forward in her chair.

Alarms began to ring out again, and the door flew open to reveal Dustin and Erica barging in wielding what looked like tasers on long poles.

“Wha- Watch where you point those!” Robin scolded the kids with weapons, and another giggle bubbled through Violet.

Dustin and Erica did double takes between the three older teens and the bodies on the floor. “What the hell happened here?!” Erica asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Violet took care of it.” Steve nonchalantly answered, as if his girlfriend wasn’t a human weapon.

The two younger kids began untying the older ones, rushing back out, “C’mon!” Dustin yelled behind him. Robin and Erica followed, leaving Violet and Steve as the last in the room. Violet got up, wincing in pain, and rushed to Steve’s side.

“Are you alright?” She asked, worried, as she gingerly reached for the swollen side of his face. His hand reached up and laid over hers.

“You’re really asking me that? I don’t know how you’re standing right now, Vi.” He said softly, fighting against the silliness lingering from the drugs.

“Steve, I- I was terrified I’d never see you again.” Violet whispered, trying not to start the tears back up.

“Let’s go, nerds!” Erica screamed at the remaining two, and they got up, holding each other and hurrying as fast as they could out the door. Guards turned the corner, and Violet shoved Steve towards the group as she stayed in place.

“Violet! What-“

“Keep going, I got this!”

Steve couldn’t move, couldn’t leave Violet behind again.

“When do you fuckers quit?!” Violet yelled as she began to throw punches to the first guard that lunged at her. Her neck sharply turned and the guard behind the first fell to the floor, bones cracking in ways no bones should ever crack.

Violet threw a glance over her shoulder, frustrated Steve hadn’t moved yet.

“Steve! Run!” She snapped at him, angry at his stupidity.

“I’m not leaving you!”

“For the love of-“ Violet huffed to herself, rolling her eyes as she spun back around to meet more guards. Her hands flew out in front of her and blood began to freely spill from her nose. Loud cracks of electricity ran through the hallway and into the bodies about to attack her, instantly killing them on impact. They all fell to the floor, and Violet didn’t wait to catch her breath, using the last of her energy to grab Steve by the arm and run.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes!” She snapped at him, frustrated, but relieved to see the guards stopped coming, for now.

The rest of the group waited in one of the small vehicles Dustin managed to steal. Once Violet and Steve tumbled into the back by Robin, Dustin began to floor it down the hallway. Violet tried catching her breath, still exhausted from being used by the Russian soldiers for whatever was creating an opening, a gate, and fighting off these horrible drugs in the midst of it all. Steve, still blissfully spaced out, laced his fingers between Violet’s, causing her to snap her head up to him.

“Baby love, my angelic girlfriend,” Steve slurred in a sing-song voice to Violet. Despite the pain she was in, she couldn’t help cracking a smile at his goofy state. “You could call me an idiot.... no, wait- you could snap my neck any day and I’d still love you.”

Violet stopped giggling, her breath hitched in her throat at the word love.

“He’s fucking high as shit, Vi. He doesn’t mean it. He just said he’d be fine with you killing him, clearly he’s only joking.” She thought to herself, biting her lip. Steve’s hand reached up to her lip, gently tugging it back out from her hold, laughing gently at his own actions.

“Henderson, you better step on it. The lovebirds are getting disgusting back here!” Robin yelled between hiccups.

“Is this what it’s like to babysit?” Erica groaned, rolling her eyes as Dustin stepped harder on the gas.

They drove off towards the elevator, Steve curling into Violet’s side gently so not to hurt her many wounds, hardly healing on their own. He mumbled more mushy nonsense and Violet clutched him tighter, just relieved to finally be leaving this personal hell.

#kill the lights #stranger things x you #stranger things x ofc #stranger things x oc #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic

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