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Was this really necessary?
A lot of fans complained about s4 being too overpacked with unnecessary filler. But I would argue that almost everything was important (yes even the Russia scenes, but that’s another conversation for another day).
Especially when it comes to scenes you thought had no significance at all, it’s entirely possible, and even likely those kinds of scenes hold the most meaning beyond what is presented on the surface.
If you ever found yourself thinking certain wording came off almost hokey or out of place at times, it’s bc they were probably trying to find a creative way to hint at something deeper, completely separate from the moment in the present, and believably, so that fans can overlook it at the time temporarily, only to eventually look back in the future when all is revealed and go holy shit nvm it was right in front of us.
And in scenes that we called pointless filler…
It’s actually genius.
You get people to underestimate you, only for it to be revealed that you gave them all the answers right in front of them. Unfortunately fans were too busy complaining it was pointless to notice.
This sequence in particular comes to mind:
Mind you, this isn’t the first time cow imagery has followed Joyce around. I’ve been focusing on the owl/deer imagery lately. But during that time I was reminded of a few notable cow decor items throughout the Byers and when Joyce is in the frame… Combine that with the pregnant belly comment, combined with the brother and sister watching Joyce, combined with the scene that was directly before this of Will and El as she cries over her Hopper diorama with the song Crib playing…
And in case it went over your head…
#byler#stranger things#stranger things theory#twelvegate#willel twins#willel literal twins#joyce + hopper = willel twins#+ jon#st5 predictions#pregnant with an explosive device...#funny how ppl said scenes like joyce in 4x01 were pointless#bc idk maybe it's just me but that all seemed like double meaning going right over our heads...#and yeah the Russian scenes are fucking crazy#twelvegate wise
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okay. i just watched the movie Snakeskin (2001). i bought a physical dvd in the year of our lord 2024 because Taika has 6.5 minutes of screentime in it. and now i'm sitting here trying to process wtf i just watched asjdhfdjsk so here are the highlights (thank you Meow @blakbonnet for going through this experience with me)
first of all, enjoy these screenshots from the trailer (i'm still not sure if they're mandatory disclaimers?):
...but say yes to snake imagery, because there will be a lot of it
we are definitely in 2001. this is extremely apparent throughout the whole movie. but especially from this girl's hair
Taika's character (Nelson) and his girlfriend (Daisy, pictured above) drive around in a repurposed ice cream truck and sell drugs btw. it's called Mr. Trippy.
main character Alice (Melanie Lynskey) is a huge fan of ✨America✨. her best friend is in love with her but she only wants Bad Boys. also said friend's name is Johnny but it's actually Craig
ALSO Craig-slash-Johnny is played by Dean O'Gorman (Fili)??!?!?!?
their hobby is to drive around picking up hitchhikers but only those who look not boring
enter The American. this guy is the most American you have ever seen. americans wish they could be as American as this guy. no one else has ever Americaned harder.
as you can see, i'm not lying. he even says "howdy ma'am" so we're convinced he is a real American
three skinheads are after The American because he stole their drugs (i think). he also stole drugs from Nelson and Daisy, who now owe money and/or drugs to their boss, who also has beef with The American for reasons i'm still not totally sure of
The American not only steals drugs and money, he also has a real gun(!!!) and fucks pretty much everyone?
"darlin'. u gotta earn the raaaiht. ter wear snakeskins 😎"
oh my god the sunglasses emoji just reminded me of the fucking sunglasses oh no i'm not sure i can do this akjsdhjsk this will make sense later i promise
do not learn gun safety from this movie
at one point, there is a whole lotta sheep. we are, after all, in Aotearoa New Zealand. and ok this had the cutest moment of Taika yelling "SHEEPY" out of a car
there's a scene where uhm. uhhh no not gonna describe this i think but. yeah fair warning this movie has some period-typical homophobia let's just say 💀 this is the live reaction:
MOVING ON
if you enjoy the 2000s aesthetic of "look how edgy we are doing drugs" *colorful-haired people on couches in dark club* *echo-y laugh* *hallucinations* *it's mushrooms look it's mushrooms we're doing psychedelics* then this is the movie for you my friend
oh and Alice also did acid at some point while being very "i've totally done drugs before" about it (((doubt)))
GIRL GET UP FROM THAT DIRTY BATHROOM FLOOR
[New Zealand accent] "wow. six and acid." yes she is living all her american dreams as you can see
by nighttime, all three cars (main characters, mr. trippy, and the nazimobile) and the motorcycle (mr. drug boss) have made it pretty far up the mountain, it seems. cute moment between mr. drug boss and nelson. look how :D he is!
but you know a movie with Taika in it needs to have a father figure talk down to him so he gets very 🥺 right after this
lots of shit goes down (i won't spoil too much if by any chance you still want to watch this) and it turns out that the older skinhead guy is the best actor in the movie??
and NOW things get weird
Craig and The American have so much beef by now that they decide to solve it by russian roulette
Alice's reaction to this is something like "ugh, you guys are crazy, i can't watch this 🙄"
like she just walks away?? GIRL THEY'RE AIMING A REAL GUN AT EACH OTHER
she keeps COMPLETELY UNDERREACTING TO WHAT IS HAPPENING like (spoilers from now on) CRAIG IS SHOT AND KILLED and she doesn't even run over and she doesn't even say anything to The American?? WHO SHOT HIM???? he's just standing there??
and then. AND THEN.
ok this is where i fully lost it for several minutes and missed half the following scene. i was fucking HOWLING like actually crying with laughter, i couldn't see or breathe and my partner got worried ksjdhfdjsk ok so here's what happens
they're in the car. craig is obviously very dead. alice is kinda in denial i guess. The American tells her to shut his eyes and she's like why? BECAUSE HE DEAD GIRL!! but she doesn't, she doesn't shut his eyes, no, this is what she does instead
I COULD BARELY MAKE THIS GIF BECAUSE I KEPT LAUGHING TO THE POINT OF TEARS
NOT THE SUNGLASSES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. THE UNTAPPED MEME POTENTIAL HERE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS
ANYWAY shortly after this we hear one of the funniest lines in the movie (and it's not even about the shooting and killing of Craig):
"fuck, Seth! this isn't fucking America, you can't just go around shooting everybody!"
oh yeah The American does have a name and it's Seth
i'll just post a few chat screenshots for the next part because i can't really describe it, i promise we're almost at the end
after some incredible visual effects™️, we end with Return of the Sunglasses (and me scaring my cats away because i was sobbing again)
i haven't even really talked about Taika's scenes much (the reason i watched this in the first place) because the ending took me OUT and honestly he is maybe the most normal person in this whole movie. one review (from the trailer) wrote this:
and yeah that may honestly be the best way to describe it. 10/10 movie watching experience, highly recommend. thank you for coming to my snek talk
#snakeskin (2001)#ida.stuff#🐭📓#anyway if you still wanna watch this movie hit me up lmao#i recommend drinking#but seriously i will go to bed now it's past midnight but i had to get this out#taika waititi
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫
thank you @decaflondonfog for the tag !! ill tag @sillyunicorn @starwarned @urban-sith @tea-brigade
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
98!! (woah) plus an unrevealed t&n fest fic, so 99. wow i need to do something rly crazy for 100 lol. what if i do a ridiculous crossover of all my fandoms and everyone in the fandom tags will hate me.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
544,914. (again. woagh)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
mostly all for the game and simon snow series, have dabbled in & posted even less for check please, captain america, and one direction! i feel like i’m missing something but regardless my fixations are hardcore, so all except like 4k of that posted wc is for either aftg or ss hahahha
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
all are andreil! boyfriend privileges (4k, T) / Trigger (62k, E) / flashes of intimacy (10k, t) / Would you still love me if I was a worm? (6k, T) / Inside Thoughts (1k,T)
man this is long, rest is going under the cut lol
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
not very often, but i wish i did. i am stricken with a combination of being really awkward when people are nice to me & being bad at interacting with anyone in ways i fear could be perceived as ingenuine. im not sure if that makes sense LMAO. and sometimes when i put a story out, i kind of feel like i’ve said my piece — i’ve put so much into it that i don’t really know what else to say!
anyway, i always reply to questions, because that’s got clear social boundaries hahaha, and i DO love talking abt my stories!! and sometimes i’ll reply to comments that really get me thinking. but yeah, i know i reply less than i could, and i want to like double down on the fact that i am endlessly grateful for everyone who has ever left a comment on my work <3
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i have killed simon snow twice lmfao. i’d actually classify icarus as rather hopeful — it’s about grief & healing. but legacies is just fucked up lmfao
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
oh man, i write a lot of happy endings haha. i feel like even when my story is tonally darker (rare), it still has a happy or at least hopeful ending. this is probably not the correct answer, but i think sing of the moon has a really vividly happy ending. like — the sun rises for the first time in the whole fic! amazing. or maybe my high school au, We Can Live Forever, which is just the happiest thing i’ve ever written.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
not really, thankfully! people are smartasses sometimes but overall ive been lucky. there have been a couple of fics where ive winced before hitting post, but it usually ends up fine
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
yessss. i guess i mostly write tender smut, bc i write tender things in general. i think my smut tends to be rather exploratory/playful as well? intentionally sloppy and awkward choreography hahaha
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
sort of LOL. once upon a time i was betaing @tea-brigade's medieval snowbaz au, Reliquary of an Arsonist, and there’s this part where three highway bandits mug simon and baz and then get blasted by simon’s chosen one magic. i am sick in the head so im in the google doc like “lol what if its kandreil.” and then i was like… what if it was kandreil….. and so i wrote Reliquary of a Bandit
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
i don’t think so
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
yes!!! and i’m really thankful for everyone who has done so <3333 shoutout to russian aftg translators, yall go HARD
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
i recently collaborated with @thewholelemon on our episode of Star Trek: Redemption, Heart-Shaped Box. by which i mean: i wrote the outline & a few scenes, got really overwhelmed, and jenny turned it into something worth reading!
i also wrote Good Boy in the snowbaz stoner verse with @starwarned, which was rly fun — we sat in the google doc for like, 5 hours trading back and forth on POVs as we wrote pure porn together LOL. it’s funny to think about this, because lauren knows like everything abt me now but we did not know each other as well back then!!! and we were just like “yeah lets write porn together” hahahahha
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
right now it is deeefinitely andreil… they are everything to me for reasons i just cannot possibly be brief about LOL so ill just leave it at that
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i have a postcanon snowbaz time travel/time loop wip that i was going to try to write for COBB this year but i fucked up the deadlines then the brainrot was like “guess that means more andreil !”. i did SO MUCH research for it and i think it’s rather clever and smutty and fun bc they are yeeted back to watford era! but it’s also dealing with snowbaz, who are in their late 20s and are like in a relationship low point/actively fighting when they end up in the loop… so they are dealing with that tension at the same time as they are trying to get out of the loop. and also fucking around watford to fulfill fantasies HAHAHA
16. What are your writing strengths?
characterization is the thing i care most about! and i think that’s the draw of fanfic in particular to me — i love getting such a grasp on a character that i can translate them into endless situations while still making them feel true to self. i rarely let myself publish anything until i can read through the whole thing without any he would not fucking say that moments hahahha. this is of course pertaining to my own interpretations of the characters, which is the only thing i care abt lmfao
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
i rely a lot on body language because im always writing abt reticent fuckers who cant use their words. but i think i sometimes overcompensate, or describe actions that don't actually fit the scene. i've seen this described as "cheek-biting" -- like, throwing in action during a conversation just to delay the pacing/further the tone, but when you really look at it, it's not necessary. (cheek-biting being like, "character bites at their cheek" in the middle of a tense conversation)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i don’t really know any other languages! i think i’ve put a little bit of french in neil/kevin/baz POVs before, but my french knowledge is elementary at best. love the idea of it though.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
one direction babyyyyyyyy !! i wrote quite a bit of it in like 2012-2015 but published very little. there’s 1 on my ao3, some lost somewhere on fanfiction.net (i dont rmr my username lol), and tons in my folders from my old laptop lol.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
hmmmmm. im gonna cheat bc i cant pick a single favorite. i always say i think No Turning Back is some of my best writing from a craft standpoint, and it also includes my favorite type of conflict (andrew self-destructing lol). however, i reread both that fic & We Can Live Forever on a plane trip recently after not having touched either for 6+ months — and the solidness of We Can Live Forever actually surprised me, especially because i wrote the majority of that fic while i was stoned and also view it as just exceedingly silly. the world of it is just very rich, and also very very different from the typical character backstories, and i’m very proud of how much that reread played with my heartstrings.
ok last one — there are several installments of my flashes of intimacy series that i come back to a lot, because i’m proud of what they each accomplish in 500 words. especially because i often turn to those when im trying to express my own emotions lol. specifically, my favorites are picking fights, i don’t mind, swimming lessons, and practicing gratitude.
that was such a bullshit and cocky way to answer this lmfaooooo. but tbh i am my own biggest fan and that is by design — i write stuff so that i can reread it months later and have it be perfectly catered to my tastes. i love all my fics <3
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saw my tumblr notification for your previous anon and OH MY FUCKING HELL I WOULD LOOOOOVE TO GET THE BATHROOM SCENE FROM STEVE’S POV 💖💖💖
I’ve already told you before that your writing is STELLAR and I know that no matter what you write, it’ll be absolute gold. *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏻
I have to say also that GOH is absolutely KILLING ME in the best ways. love love love the slow burn and the mystery behind what’s been happening in the latest chapters, aaaaa. :’) keep up the amazing work, my friend, and please make sure that you take breaks should you need them!! 💕
I got a lot of requests for this so I hope my anons find this one <3
RAINING HELLFIRE (READER'S VERSION)
Word Count: 3672
Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of torture
Set in RH3: Chapter 12: Uncle Jack
Find all Raining Hellfire works here <3
Summary: While you try and find your previously abandoned radio in hopes of contacting help, Steve and Robin slip away from their cinema experience to end up in the bathroom, sharing truths about their lives they never admitted before.
[A/N: Welcome to our new little series I am calling 'Raining Hellfire (Reader's Version)' where you can request a scene that I either hadn't written into RH originally or a POV of a different character :) shout out to the nonnie that suggested this <3]
RH3: STEVE'S EPIPHANY
“The ceiling stopped spinning for me.”
Robin’s voice echoed out as Steve flushes away his latest creation, stomach lurching while he wipes away the clinging spit.
“Is it still spinning for you?”
Steve rests his back against a ceramic tiled wall and tilts his head upwards. He focuses for a second.
“Holy shit.” He sounds, still feeling light-headed. “No. You think we puked it all up?”
“Maybe.” Robin says from the cubicle beside his. “Ask me something. Interrogate me.”
“Okay. Interrogate you, sure.” He tries to straighten himself a little, ignoring the dull pain in his face. “Um… When was the last time you, uh… peed your pants?”
“Today.” She responds quickly, voice airy.
“What?” Steve smirks.
“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.”
“Oh my god.” Steve chuckles and Robin laughs.
“It was just a little bit though.” She giggles and Steve shakes his head in amusement.
“Yeah, it’s definitely still in her system.” He mutters, rubbing the eye that hadn’t been battered by Russian spies. Of course Dustin’s brilliant plan involved yet another concussion.
“All right, my turn.” Robin announces after her laughter died down, a smile in her voice.
“Okay, hit me.” His head was starting to throb and he was seriously missing his truth serum right about now.
“Have you… ever been in love?”
“Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.” He says, not really putting much thought into the answer. He imitates a gun with his fingers and shoots at his heart.
“Oh my god.” He could practically hear Robin’s eye roll. “She’s such a priss.”
“Hm.” Steve nods, remembering a time when he thought the same. “Turns out, not really.”
“Are you still in love with Nancy?”
“No.”
A wave of shock struck him when he answered without a thought, reeling in his own response. Was he really over her?
“Why not?”
This time, his thoughts are swirling around like the ice-cream machine they rarely ever used, clouding his eyes with one image. One very specific image. And he smiles.
“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.” He chuckles. “It’s crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he’s been saying, you know, you gotta find your Suzie, you gotta find your Suzie...”
Steve blinks and the image reappears again. Dustin’s rant about Steve finding love had never left his mind.
“Uh, I guess I don’t totally know what I’m looking for.” Steve states, staring through the binoculars and being anything but covert. But Dustin could be on to something and he desperately needed a break from slinging ice-creams all day.
“Evil Russians.” Dustin replies simply and he roll his eyes.
“Yeah, exactly.” Steve nods, “I don’t know what an evil Russian looks like.”
“Tall. Blonde. Not smiling.” Dustin offers as Steve continues to navigate the binoculars. “Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing.”
“Right, duffel bags.” Steve repeats. He takes another moment before letting out a breath. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“What?”
“Anna Jacobi’s talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky.” Steve complains, staring as she cosies up to the worst player he ever teamed with in his life.
“Dude, if you’re not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars.”
“Aw, Jesus Christ,” Steve continues, ignoring the boy next to him, “Whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench.”
“Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?” Dustin reaches out and snatches away the binoculars, resulting in a small fight as Steve struggled with the strap around his neck.
When Dustin won the binocular war, he places the binoculars in front of his eyes. “I don’t get why you’re looking at girls, anyway. You have the perfect one in front of you.”
“Seriously,” Steve sighs, already knowing where he’s going, “If you say Y/n again-”
“Y/n.” Dustin says anyway.
“No, don’t. No.”
“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.”
“Stop, no.”
“Y/n.” Dustin repeats over and over before throwing a curveball. “Robin?”
“No- Robin?” Steve raises his eyebrow. “Really?”
“Right.” Dustin nods. “‘Cause you like Y/n.”
“I don’t-” Steve takes a breath, noticing Dustin’s unimpressed look. “No, man, she’s not my type. She’s not even… in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?”
“What’s your type again?” Dustin asks with a side-eye. “Not awesome?”
“Thank you.” Steve sarcastically smiles, suddenly wondering where you were right now. You had said something about spending the day with Max and El, but that was all he had heard from you since last night. He remembered that smile you had given him before you drove off, a small wave as you promised to catch up on the ‘little Russian espionage’ later.
“Hm, right.” Dustin smirked and Steve looked back to him. “That lovesick face says it all.”
“I’m not-” Steve lets out a frustrated sigh. “She’s not my type, okay? Just friends.”
“Let’s see.” Dustin lowers the binoculars to count on his fingers. “Funny? Check. Smart? Check. Pretty? Double check.”
“Still in love with her ex? Check.” Steve says and Dustin’s face falls.
“What? No.” He pouts and Steve nods.
“Yeah, well. Good for him.” He looks ahead, trying not to think about how much that hurt him.
“At least you’re not in high school anymore.” Dustin shrugs and Steve looks at him.
“How has that got anything to do with anything?”
“Look, Steve.” Dustin gestures to the mall in front of them and Steve looks… confused. Dustin sighs. “There’s a whole world of girls out there. Instead of dating somebody you think’s gonna make you cooler, why not date somebody you actually enjoy being around? Like me and Suzie.”
“Yeah, you mean, ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’. Yeah, that Suzie.” Steve recalls with a snarky tone, “And, uh, let’s think about- how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend? Oh, yeah. With my advice. Because that’s how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, all right, pea-brain?”
“And how’s your advice working for you?” Dustin challenges, his eyes narrowing in his own amusement.
“Wait, who’s Suzie?” Robin asks and snaps him back into the moment. He blinks, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend.” He shakes his head, trying to push away the growing beating of his brain against his skull. “To be honest with you, I’m not 100% sure she’s even real.”
“But that’s not- that’s not really the point. The point is this girl, you know, the one that I like, it’s somebody that I… I lost touch with in school. And I don’t even know why.” Steve continues, sighing. “Maybe ‘cause Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me or… I wouldn’t be… prom king. It’s stupid. I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I should have been hanging out with this girl the whole time. First of all she’s hilarious. She’s so funny. I feel like ever since last November, I have laughed harder than I have laughed… in a really long time. And- and she’s the only person in this whole world I feel like will understand me, you know? Not judge me.”
“Really?” Robin chirps up with a smile in her voice. “Sounds like she loves being around you.”
“Yeah...” Steve’s face slowly falls.
Steve closes the space, resting his head against your forehead. His heart raced faster as he pushed aside his fear. “I love you, Y/n.”
When you don’t respond, he moves his body closer, lifting his head to search your face for something to give him hope. “Please, say something.”
Every second you didn’t react was agony. He could see the tear trickling down your cheek, his brows furrowing.
And then you reached out, placing your hands over his. That little jolt of electricity, the one that give him hope, the one that never failed.
Until now.
You gently unclasp his hand and take your keys, never raising your head, never meeting his eyes.
“I..” You start, lips squeezing together. “I don’t feel the same way about you. Never have. Never… never will.”
Steve feels his entire soul shatter into a thousand pieces.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you turn from him, getting in your car without so much as a second glance.
He’s stood there, paralysed in his own heartbreak. He thought… you and him…
How could he have been so stupid?
“Steve?” Robin calls out and he clears his throat.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He nods, rubbing his eye. “It’s just… I thought, you know, this girl was… everything. And…”
“And?”
“And she wasn’t even real.” He spoke, lowering his head. “I really should have taken Dustin’s advice. The kid knows zilch about love but… but he knows people better than I do sometimes. Told me Nancy was out of my league. Not in a bad way just, like…”
“Like you weren’t meant to be together?” She suggests and Steve hums.
“Yeah, exactly.” He laughs after a moment, “You ever… you ever had that?”
He rubs his face again, looking to the cubicle wall that separated them. She’s being quiet and he frowns, tapping on the plastic. “Robin? Robin, did you just OD in there?”
“No.” She finally says, sighing. “I… am still alive.”
“Did I say something wrong?” He asks and she lets out another sigh.
After another block of silence, he can’t take it anymore and scoots over to the wall, gripping onto the underside and pulling himself through, slow enough to avoid crashing into Robin on the other side. He decided it best to ignore how wet the floor felt on his back.
“The floor’s disgusting.” She comments as he sits back up, facing his friend.
“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” He waves his hands, brushing it away. “What do you think?”
“About?” She blinks, but he knows she’s aware.
“Destined to fail romances?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “You ever had that with a guy before?”
“Something like that.” She says and he groans.
“Come on, you don’t have to be all mysterious.” He laughs, nudging her knee with his. “I can tell when you’re being weird, I’ve known you-”
“That’s it. You don’t.” She interrupts, brows knitted. When he frowns, she bites her lip and leans forward. “Look… you don’t really know me. And if you did, like – like really know me… I don’t think you’d even want to be my friend.”
“No, that’s not true, no way is that true-”
“Listen to me, Steve. It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you. I really like you. But I’m not like your other friends.” She shakes her head. “I’m not even… I don’t…”
Steve leans forward, “What’s going on?”
“Do you remember what I said about Click’s class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” Robin questions and he slowly nods. “It isn’t because I had a crush on you.”
He blinks, holding his breath. Now he felt really foolish for even thinking it.
“It’s because…” She continues, and he keeps his silence. “She wouldn’t stop staring at you.”
“Mrs Click?” He frowns in confusion and she laughs, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Tammy Thompson.” She finally says, nodding. “I wanted her to look at me. But… she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn’t understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And I watched you fall in love Freshman year with a girl you ended up treating like shit because you wanted to be a douchebag. And- And you didn’t even like Tammy Thompson and… and I would go home and just scream into my pillow.”
“But Tammy Thompson’s a girl.” Steve shook his head, the drug still wavy in his brain.
“Steve.” Robin says softly and he slowly feels his face fall, realisation finally hitting him in a moment of clarity.
“Oh.” He finally sounds, blinking.
“Oh.” She repeats, laughing sadly.
“Holy shit.” He leans back. Talk about deja vu.
Steve didn’t realise how silent he was being. It wasn’t because of shock or hatred or anything like that. It was because he was taken back to Skull Rock all over again. Sat beside you. Your fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt, a scared look in your eye. The relief on your face when he said he didn’t care who you liked, just who you were. A happiness in your trust.
That shattered image when you found out he had taken that trust for granted.
He didn’t want it to be like that this time. No wrong words, no broken promises. He didn’t want to make anyone feel that destroyed ever again.
“Steve… did you OD over there?”
“No, I just, uh… just thinking.” He slowly nods, “I mean, yeah. Tammy Thompson, you know, she’s cute and all, but… I mean, she’s a total dud.”
“She is not.”
“Yes she is. She wants to be, like, a singer. She wants to move to, like, Nashville and shit.”
“She has dreams.” Robin tries but he’s shaking his head.
“She can’t even hold a tune.” He expresses, trying to think of a descriptor. “She’s practically tone-deaf. Have you heard her?”
As Robin laughs, he mimics Tammy’s voice in the school choir, making it as nasally as he could.
“She does not sound like that-”
“She sounds exactly like that. That’s a great impression of her.”
“You sound like a Muppet.” Robin comments and Steve laughs.
“She sounds like a Muppet. She sounds like a Muppet giving birth.” Steve chuckles and Robin can’t help but agree, giggling. “Literally ask anyone, ask Y/n, she was there. It was an hour of torture, like, even the Russians couldn’t beat that.”
“Okay, okay.” Robin clutches her stomach, shaking her head. “You’re right, okay? She sounds horrible.”
“Thank you.” He grins, head resting against the wall, “You could do so much better.”
“Like Y/n?”
Steve practically jolts, eyes wide. How did she know? Did he tell her? Was he rambling about it and didn’t realise? When did-
“Steve.” She smiles, tilting her head. “I know who ‘the girl’ is, I’m not dumb.”
He mentally lets out a sigh of relief before focusing on her comment. “It’s not… I don’t know.”
“God, you two are in love with eachother.” She scoffs, meeting his unconvinced eyes. “Seriously. It’s suffocating being around you two, it’s flirt city.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Steve sighs.
“No shit, there’s no way I’m going back to work after that, they don’t pay me enough to be interrogated by secret-”
“No, Robin, I mean me and Y/n.” He says quickly and she stops, frowning. He sighs again. “It… there wasn’t…”
When he couldn’t find the words, Robin leaned forward.
“What happened between you two anyway?” Robin prompts and he furrows his brows, shaking his head.
“What-”
“Last night. Or… heck, I don’t know how long it’s been.” She shrugs. “When Y/n ran out. After that really intense moment of her talking about being taken advantage of – which I totally agree with her by the way- but... she was clearly upset about something. And you followed her. But when you came back…”
She takes a breath.
“You looked…”
“I looked?” He asks, stomach churning.
“Heart-broken.”
“I don’t feel the same way about you. Never have. Never… never will.”
“There.” She points at his face and he bats her finger away. “Right there. That look.”
He covers his face with a groan, resting his head in his hands.
“I mean… if there would be any time to open up to me, it would definitely be after I just told you I’m a lesbian.” She snickers and he can’t resist the laugh, “Don’t tell me… you’re also gay?”
“No.” He chuckles and she smiles, leaning back. “But I am definitely going to be alone for the rest of my life.”
“I don’t believe that.” She scrunches her face as if the thought was stupid. “You’re Steve Harrington. Any girl would be fantasising about spending their life with you.”
“Not the one that matters.” He admits quietly and she straightens, her eyes wide. Steve takes a breath. “When I caught up to her…”
“Please, say something.”
“… I…” He sighs, rubbing his face. “God, I am an idiot.”
“Why?”
“I told her I loved her.” He finally blurts, wincing at the silence that ensued.
“Woah.” She comments, nodding slowly. He simply nods with her, eyes fixed on the black mark staining the wall behind her. “And I’m guessing she didn’t…”
“No.” He purses his lips, sniffing. “It’s fine, though. At least I know now, right? Won’t be… won’t be wondering that for the rest of my life.”
“She lied.”
His head whips up. “Uh, what?”
“She lied.” Robin repeats, looking serious. “I may have only just met her at the beginning of summer, but I like to think I know her. I see how she looks at you. I can even hear it in her voice when she talks about you and… and there’s a reason she hasn’t been dating anyone.”
“Because she’s still hung up about Eddie.” He sighs and she whacks his knee. “Ow!”
“No, dingus! Because she’s hung up about you!” She exclaims, “God, you are both so oblivious, it actually hurts.”
Steve rubs his knee, shaking his head. “She still likes Eddie.”
“And yet, she chose you.” Robin expresses with her hands and he frowns.
“What do you mean she chose me?”
“Because of the-” Her face falls. Either she was going to puke again or she had just realised something important because her skin started to pale a shade. “Nothing. Forget I said anything.”
“No, Robin, tell me.” He inches forward slightly, eyes wide. “Because of what?”
She bites her lips, obviously trying to hold something in.
“She told you something, didn’t she?” He interrogates, watching her face go paler from the strain of keeping a secret. “What didn’t she tell me? Robin. Robin!”
And with that, she snaps.
“You’re kinda maybe one of the reasons she and Eddie aren’t together anymore but it’s also not your fault ‘cause there was no trust between them in the end anyway, and she was never going to let your friendship die again especially since you guys apparently went through so much together last year and she’s already lost you twice because of some petty arguments or something like that so she decided to let Eddie go so she could keep you because out of everyone, you make her feel the happiest she has in a really long time.”
Robin takes a long breath as she physically deflates against the wall, chest rising heavily.
“If she ever asks… it took a lot more than that to get me to spill.” She grimaces, waiting for his reaction.
You had never told him why you and Eddie broke up. Not truly. He remembers the first time you told him, sat on a bench outside the high school, your eyes threatening tears. You told him that you think you broke Eddie’s heart, but you weren’t ready to talk then. Ever since, you just alluded to the idea that you weren’t right for eachother, that it was better for you both to be apart. Never did you admit it was because of Steve.
And now he was conflicted. How should he be feeling about this? Angry? Confused? Sad?
“How am I… the reason?” He asks softly, fixated on his shoelaces.
“I don’t know the full details.” Robin says, “But I know that she has to love you too.”
“Rob-”
“No, just listen.” She interrupts and he takes a breath, meeting her eyes. “Don’t give up. Considering all the weird shit that just happened back there, and the fact that neither of you seem at all phased by the fact we were tortured by Russians living underneath us, I can only assume that she had a lot going on. Give her time, okay? Take it from someone who has an exceptionally sad life of watching other people fall in love, you two are made for eachother.”
“Right.” Steve nods before shaking his head again. “What if she meant it? That she didn’t… what if-”
Robin lets out a groan. “Just stop being a dingus and take my advice.”
“Not sure how I feel about taking advice from someone who had a crush on Tammy Thompson.” He retorts and she looks offended.
“Wha- hey!”
“We’ll be holding on forever!” Steve imitates Kermit the Frog and she buries her face in her hands, laughing.
The bathroom door bursts open and two kids walk in, one looking severely pissed at Steve.
“Okay, what the hell?!” Dustin frowns, hands on hips.
Steve draws his eyes back to Robin’s and they burst into laughter again, uncontrollably.
“It’s not funny!” Dustin stresses, only making them laugh harder. He shoots a glare at Steve before Erica steps forward.
“Y/n is missing!” She shouts and the two finally quit their giggling.
“What?” Steve chuckles, unsure if he heard her right.
“Y/n went looking for help about twenty minutes ago.” Dustin explains, and Steve’s heart races faster. “And she hasn’t come back.”
“So we better stop chit-chatting like little girls at a sleepover and get the hell out of here before the Russians find us.” Erica remarks, rolling her eyes when nobody moves. “Now.”
“Wait.” Steve scrambles to his feet, Robin slowly but surely following his action. “Y/n-where- where did she go?”
“Her radio.” Dustin sighs, pulling a face when Steve shakes his head. “Jesus Christ, we don’t have time to explain everything to you, she went out to get her radio but she hasn’t come back.”
“Let’s go, we’ll find her later.” Erica stresses, already opening the door and motioning for them to get out.
“I’m not leaving this mall without her.” Steve promises, wiping his lip and heading for the door, more determined than ever.
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thank you for tagging me doctor @greyeyedmonster-18 and @magswrite xoxoxoxo love to you both <3
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
ten! but another one is coming sooooon! waiting for the fest to reveal it :)
2. what's your total ao3 word count?
99,772
3. what fandoms do you write for?
HP and a whole host of ships. but i made a certain pact for 2024 that will change things up a lil......
4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos
Fake It Til You Make It!
not the kind of weather (to be dancing in your sweater)
barely on my mind
book smart
say red
actually so crazy that book smart is #4? i had no idea that many people read reg/remus......
5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?
yeah i do! i get a reasonable number of comments, so it's easy to do and i like to thank people for engaging with my work. but i'm never bothered if an author doesn't respond. not everyone likes that back and forth!
6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i guess this hell has the angstiest ending? not to spoil, bc i haven't posted the whole thing. but none of my fics are angsty, really!
7. what is a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
they're all happy endings. i'm an HEA bitch when it comes to ship fic.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
literally not even once lmfao it’s hard to be this cool and talented and popular and funny 🤷🏻♀️
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
hell yeah. i started writing it to get more comfortable with sex, and i ended up finding it SO fun. i like that it's basically an action scene? and i like figuring out how certain scenes would theoretically go. idk what kind it is though! y'all tell me ;)
10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?
i don't, and i wouldn't. i don't like them.
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
nope! and really, you'd have to copy SO directly to steal a fic. like be so fucking serious...it's fanfic...it's derivative by definition...so as long as no one is copy-pasting my shit, 'steal' what you want. we're building this house together!
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
yep, i think fake it is translated to russian?
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
i haven't but i dream of co-writing with the squad @colgatebluemintygel @pancakehouse on a christmas fic......maybe they could convince me to not be a grinch!
14. what's your all time favourite ship?
draco and harry. those are my BABIES!
15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
i don't do WIPs! if it's on my AO3, there's a complete fic sitting on my laptop. which means that yes this hell is behind on updates ONLY because i'm lazy about posting.............oops
16. what are your writing strengths?
the sentence! i loveeee the sentence.
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
also the sentence lmfao i get too bogged down in perfection and will obsess over one line instead of moving the fuck on
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
stay away from google translate and get a native (or fluent, i guess) speaker to help you! i've seen some messy french out there lmfao
19. first fandom you wrote for?
i wrote part of an attack on titan fic a few years ago and never posted it! so if that counts, then aot. if we're only counting fics i've posted, then fake it was first!
20. favourite fic you've written?
answered this earlier today for another game but it's a toss-up between fake it and wolf moon <3
ok ummmmm lemme tag my buddies @pancakehouse @colgatebluemintygel @mblematic
#tag game#fun fact: i took french for 20 years#and my sis lives in paris#so yeah i'm judging your french black family fics#one thing about me#i love to be a bitch for a second#esp if i have the knowledge to back it up
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I just want to read a romance where both of the MCs are batshit as fuck, totally bonkers, maybe even straight up insane. Especially if their craziness goes in opposite directions. Any recs?
Welll, it's easier to find crazy heroes than crazy heroines because misogyny (and I actually don't think I've read any queer books with two crazy leads, which I IMAGINE has something to do with the idea that queer books, especially sapphic books, need to be more "palatable").
But I've got some recs! I would as always, generally recommend Immortals After Dark because it's amazing (my favorite series ever, probably) and additionally.... The heroes are OFTEN insane, and the heroines often dance a little close to the edge too.
Special shoutouts:
Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole. This is... Rydstrom and Sabine are iNSANE. And the thing with him is that he's very repressed, and he wants to be Good. He gets kidnapped and sexually tormented by a completely insane, evil woman who eventually ends up falling for him, and vice versa. I will say--there's dubcon on both sides. She basically edges him while he's in chains in an attempt to get him to give in; ngl, it's really hot. And then there's dubcon when he gets out and is like "oooooh I am getting EVEN". There's a lot of "FINISH idnE" with this one.
Lothaire by Kresley Cole. So Ellie, our heroine, is really not crazy... for most of the book. She does do one Extremely Significant Thing, however, that is SO INSANE that I have to give her some credit there. And he's fully batshit. Like, I'll never forget beginning his POV in that book and he's covered in the remnants of his own carnage and is like "oh, I am NOOOOOOT playing with a full deck right now". Like, he's so self-aware about it? He's like "I may have lost my sanity, but I am NOT! losing my intelligence!!!! Or my hot bod!!!!"
Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresley Cole. Again, the heroine is less crazy than the hero, but Neomi still has a screw loose lol. Because she's the ghost of a murdered woman who's been trapped in a mansion for like, over a century! And she has to periodically dance against her will! So who can blame her for doing a striptease for a FULLY INSANE virgin vampire to provoke him into reacting so that she can prove he can see her? (One of my favorite scenes of all time--he's all gritted teeth like "I am NOT God's strongest soldier"). Conrad is so crazy that his vampire brothers, none of whom are super sane, are like "yeah we gotta lock him in this house to try to fix him". Conrad is so crazy, his POV changes tenses halfway through the book (a BRILLIANT narrative device to illustrate his state of mind). Conrad is so crazy he tries to cut his brother off when his brother is like "we kNOW you're a VIRGIN Conrad!!!" because he knows the pretty ghost lady is watching. He fails.
Also, a non IAD Kresley:
The Professional by Kresley Cole. This is an erotic Russian mafia romance; the heroine is kidnapped by the hero, who is her long lost father's enforcer. They immediately hook up on the plane ride to Russia, and we are off to the races because she is here to TORMENT him. I'm about to read the next two books in the trilogy, and I hear the heroes are even crazier. In this case, the heroine is just like. Brat to the EXTREEEME.
Alright, moving on from Kresley.
Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. Erotic mafia romance. The hero is fully crazy, and with good reason--in the two preceding books in the series (a duet, which I would recommend; the hero is crazy, the heroine really isn't, and neither of them are anywhere near as crazy as Enzo lol) he was the villain, and the previous hero tortured the helll out of him. And he's been living in hiding on a yacht for like. Four years. Separated from his kids (he's a widower). Plotting his revenge. Which he kicks off when he sees the heroine (the previous hero's sister-in-law) on the catwalk. He asks her out for an Aperol spritz. She goes. He bLOWS UP THE BAR AND PLANTS A DEAD BODY IN ORDER FOR KIDNAP HER AND TAKE HER TO HIS YACHT AND KEEP HER IN A CAGE. I love this book. SO MUCH. It's an all time favorite. And Gia's response? Well, if he wants wild, she'll give him wild. So she starts doing naked yoga in the cage, knowing he and his minions can see her. And it just. Continues. From there. At one point he comes back COVERED in blood and he's like "get in the shower, you're going to service me~ while I tell you about my murders" and she like. SWOONS.
Run Posy Run by Cate C. Wells. Another mafia romance. The hero, Dario, is basically a psychopath, and he's the money guy for the local mob. He and the heroine, Posy, are live-in lovers, she expects a ring soon, she's grown up around the life and though the relationship is kind of meh (not abusive, but the sex isn't great, they don't really connect) she's kind of convinced herself that she loves him because he provides security. Someone sends him this video that's been doctored to seem like Posy was cheating, he loses his mind, Posy goes on the run, and then once he realizes the video was bullshit they begin like this... back and forth... of messing with each other's heads? Her teasing him, etc. Again, he's more obviously insane, but Posy WILDS OUT in this book.
Scandal's Bride by Stephanie Laurens. Historical, one of the best books I've read this year. They are both BATSHIT. Like, they meet in a graveyard and make out before saying hi. She believes her goddess has designated him as the father of her children. He's like "oh she is MINE". Heads up: she does drug him for their first encounter (because she's crazy) though he is an active participant--he just thinks he's dreaming. The rest of the book is this truly wiiiild ride wherein he baits her, she responds, she baits him, he responds, he's CONSTANTLY jumping her, she's constantly subjecting him to her weird witchy ways. It's AMAZING.
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STRANGER THOUGHTS 2
***SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4***
*****My smoldering hot-takes on the season’s hottest DILF. 🥵******
Jeezus, is it a million and one degrees in here, or am I trapped in a Russian Prison with Enzo?
See, that’s funny because you’d think a Russian prison would be cold, but then there’s a hot DILF in there.
Question number one: ok yeah enemies to lovers but has anyone ever tried “helpful prison guard to sexy cell mate?” Is that a trope? Can we make it one?
Now you’re probably asking yourself, does this crazy bitch ship Hopper and Enzo?
And the answer is yes, of course I do, but not in an “I’m gonna be mad if this show doesn’t make this cannon” sort of way. I know nobody is queer-baiting me here. If anyone is queer-baiting me it’s me. I’m very good at it, thank you very much. I can imagine incredibly straight men are in love when they’re on screen together in my eyeline for too long. That said, Ronance, Steddie, Byler, and Jargyle: make it canon or we riot. [How fucking dumb was it when they just threw a random chick at Argyle to show the audience he’s got a big case of the not-gays? Who cares. This show loves smashing straights against each other. Show me some bi 80’s teens or shut the fuck up. Also, watch out, everybody, cause the Mileven Mafia is about to come gunning for me: I don’t give one single fuck about Mike and El’s relationship and I never have. El’s busy, guys. She’s got a whole “facing down an inter-dimensional existential threat/I’ve got two dads but one is abusive and one’s in a gulag” thing going on. Fuckin’ don’t make her date a boy right now.]
Now, back to that gulag. Ah, Enzo. Dimitri “Enzo” Antonov. My imaginary boyfriend that someone else imagined for me, who is never going to date my other imaginary boyfriend from Season 1 [on TV, at least. In head canon it’s already happening and you can’t stop it] for two reasons: A) because obviously Jopper is a thing and the writers aren’t going to suddenly drop that just because we got season 2 of the gay pirates. (But wouldn’t that be WILD? What if they had shot two versions of the ending and they held back Vol. 2 so they could use the gay ending if Our Flag Means Death got renewed? Would the internet survive the aftermath?) And B) my two boyfriends can never date because canonically Season 1 Hopper died in Season 3 when the Duffer Brothers got amnesia and started telling David Harbor to just scream at everyone in every scene. RIP, baby. I still love you.
[Side-Note: I’ve got so many good hashtags for this ship you guys: #jimitri #hopptonov #enzopper #hoppzo. They write themselves. These men fit like puzzle pieces. Sexy, sexy little puzzle pieces. Mmmm. Cold, boys? Why don’t you two papa bears snuggle up for warmth? Yeah . . . Yeah . . . That’s real cozy . . . . . . . ANYWAY]
And of course, C) #jimzo #twopigsinablanket [lol, they’re both cops] is never gonna happen because they’re absolutely setting up my glorious Russian cinnamon roll for a tragic heroic death.
Look, snow-muffin, I love you. You’re the steely-eyed, growly-voiced, salt and peachy mustached, true friend to the death, morally grey Russian with a not-so-secret heart of gold of my fuckin’ dreams. I’d watch a whole spin off that’s just you teaching your son to ice fish in silence. I want you and Mikhail to defect to America and move in with Jim and El and wind up in a super bi thrupple with Chief Hopper and my self insert OC. (Her name is Azelia Moondragon, she has three different color eyes, she can change genitalia at will, she has an IQ of 3.6 billion, and and she’s more powerful than the Mind Flayer, Vecna,El, and eight demogorgons put together . . . Nah, just fuckin’ with you. Her name’s Kate Kauffman and she’s a 38 year old therapist from New Jersey with a secret drinking problem.)
Listen, my ice duke, my proud Siberian wolf, my shot of Svayak with a spoonful of caviar, we both know you could have an AMAZING arc in Season 5. We both know you could wind up snatched by the US government and forced to remain at the lab in Hawkins while the feds scramble to cover up the existence of the Demogorgon you saw, that you could have a moving side mission to bring your son to the US illegally while you help your bestest pal Hop and his annoying girlfriend [no, she’s fine, it’s fine, I like her, they’re good together, not all the hot men want to kiss each other, and that’s ok] parent their sulky teens and save the damn world.
We both know you could fall madly, passionately in love with the mysterious new psychologist that the lab hires to provide you and the other Demogorgon survivors “trauma and readjustment therapy,” but who has secretly been tasked with wiping your memory so you can never go back to Russia and tell the world what you know. We’re both well aware that after she succumbs to your arctic-foxlike charm, Dr. Kate Kauffman could never bare to wipe your memories, that she would instead confess that she is not a psychiatrist, she is in fact a powerful psychic, a subject of the experiment that preceded Hawkins Lab, that in a fit of tears as she laid bare her secrets she would lift up her sleeve to reveal the mark on her wrist, faded, but perfectly legible: “000,” and then as you took her in your arms and told me no harm has been done, all is forgiven, you’re here to protect me now, the two of us would begin to float into the . . .
*Ahem* At any rate . . .
My beautiful near-winter ermine, we both know you have so much potential as a character. But it’s time for both of us to face the harsh, cold facts, so much colder and more harsh than the winters of your beloved homeland.
Dimitri, my darling, here are the reasons we both know you’re definitely not making it out of Season 4 alive:
1) You’ve got a son to get back to. ROOKIE mistake, my love. I’m frankly astonished at you. And you revealed it RIGHT before the big monster battle? I mean, why don’t you just do a big monologue about how you two are going to open up an awesome rabbit farm when you get home? Do you WANT to die? Baby, I volunteer for a suicide hotline. Next time you feel compelled to confess touching details about yourself the night before you face a deadly threat right at the end of a season arc, call me. We can talk it through. You have so many reasons to live!
And of course, that is why you are going to die.
2) Where is Mikhail’s mom?
Now, this one’s interesting. Arguments COULD be made this could go either way.
The facts are these:
You’ve made zero mention of your wife in all this “reflecting upon our lives as we stare into the gaping maw of death” talk. MAYBE your wife divorced you, and that’s why you don’t like to talk about her. Seems unlikely, given Hop got you to punch him by implying she was disloyal. (Although we can’t rule out the possibility that that remark hit just a little too close to home. Perhaps your drive to be seen as a hero of the Motherland in the eyes of your son stems from a need to demonstrate you are the REAL daddy, a bigger, braver, cooler man than the stepfather his mother left you for? Interesting. We can discuss this again in your next session, Dimitri. That is, if we even do any talking next time . . . I mean, what? Huh? Oh! Right, the thingy. Yeah, sorry, I uh, got distracted by the . . . Nevermind.)
ANYWAY, the much more likely answer is, Mikhail’s mommy is deadzo. You are not only a DILF, you are a hot widower, and the show runners are saving this juicy detail for the inevitable “calm before the coming storm,” beat, the moment just before your heroic sacrifice during the final battle or the crazy escape sequence, when Hop says something cheesy like “You’ve got to rest up. Tomorrow you’re gonna need all your strength to hug that wife and kid of yours.”
And you’ll stare just left of camera with your gorgeous, steely gaze, and you’ll say in your low, haunted voice “I will need strength for only one hug. I am all the family my son has left.”
BOOM. You’re dead. The emotional stakes just got higher and all the Duffer Brothers have to do now is fry ‘em up in the bacon grease of tragic irony and serve them to the audience with a side of mashed dream-potatoes as we weep for you. Now your son is an orphan! And Season 5 has a ready-made cute Russian to bring in and fatten with all our collective emotional investment before the final slaughter. [Fun fact: the third ritual sacrifice of a beloved fictional Russian in a series opens an actual real portal to a hell-dimension in our world!!! The last one opened on January 15, 1968, when the finale of The Man From U.N.C.L.E was broadcast! It was only closed by “chance” when the counter spell was “unwittingly” triggered by casting Armie Hammer as Illya Kuryakin in the GUY RITCHIE directed remake. GUY RITCHIE. Did you know he made a King Arthur Movie?! The Lock, Stock, and Every Movie Jason Statham Has Ever Been in guy. Made a remake of a 60’s tv show and a King Arthur movie with WAY TOO MANY GOD DAMN WIZARDS. Anyway, like I said, luckily the portal was closed, but the things which came from its depths still roam our Earth, seeking raw flesh and fun 60’s fashion accessories. Remember, Ritchie has more dark power and arcane knowledge than he’s letting on, and always wear an ascot or a cute colorful beret when you go out or you will perish horribly!]
Then again, there is a hopeful reading of the no-wife-scenario. MAYBE, dead wife means no strings to hold down the season 5 Enzo romantic D plot. MAYBE they’re leaving you open for more hasty and gratuitous hetero coupling! Doctor Kauffman?! Paging Doctor Kauffman to the set of Stranger Things Season 5! They’re prepping for your close up! And after that, you’re making ST history, they’re setting up to shoot the show’s first sex scene with two adults!!!
[remember when we watched two teens awkwardly fuck while Barb was gruesomely murdered in Season 1? That scene has gotten even LESS comfortable somehow as the actors have aged. You look back and see how young they look compared to now and you’re like “yikes! I know the actors were actually twenty, but please! No more babies fucking, thanks!” Glad they stopped doing that shit. If I had to watch El and Mike fuck I’d hurl, for more reasons than one. LEAVE HER ALONE AND LET HER FIGURE OUT HER SHIT GOD DAMN IT I DON’T NEED TO SEE HER PUNCH MIKE’S V CARD I DON’T CARE THIS ISN’T EUPHORIA ITS A GOD DAMN SCI FI 80’s THROWBACK FUN TIME ABOUT PSYCHIC BABIES!]
So, yeah, no wife could mean free meat for the season five Hetero-pairing meat grinder! There’s hope!
. . . Hope? . . . Who am I kidding? I’m sorry, Dimitri, but this is no time, no world for hope! This is Stranger Things! Do you really think we’re gonna make it out of another season with two new cast members still alive like we did in Season 2? No. No, in the end they killed Billy for his hubris in daring to outlast Bob Newby. All good looking things must end, my dear. Let us kill hope now, before she hurts us again.
3) This Show Fucking Loves Killing Precious Russian Moonbeams [alternatively titled “Are The Duffer Brothers Attempting to Summon The Ravening One From Beyond the 9,000th Eye?!?! Stay Tuned For Season 4 to Find Out!”]
I don’t know if, like, everyone in Russia knows everyone in Russia, but, like, probably not? It looks like a pretty big country on the map. But, Enzy, baby, can I call you Enzy? No? Ok, well, Antonov, sweetheart, do you remember Alexi? He was this really cute, funny, enjoyable Russian sidekick they had last season. We had so much fun with him! At first, we thought he was this bad Russian scientist who was going to help screw over our beloved friends, but in the end, he actually teamed up with them! We all really came to love Alexi! He was kind of a fan favorite! People wrote long, rambling things with a lot of weird jokes in them about him on Tumblr. And then . . .
Sound familiar?
Call me a pessimist, but I just don’t think the Duffer Bros can pass up an opportunity to murder a beloved fictional Russian. Besides, it has been long since the gate was opened. The Ravening One cries out for more tender flesh from our own corporeal plane. Its inessence rumbles, its dark mindlessness bends upon our dimension with all the fell, unfeeling intent and obsession of otherworldly instincts. The Duffer Brothers are thinking of doing a 60’s throwback for their next show, and Guy Ritchie is slated to direct the first seance, I mean episode! . . . Plus they’re like so attentive to details, they’d never kill three Russians on accident! Or forget their birthdays.
Dimitri “Enzo” Nikolai Andronic Niklosky Antonov, we could play this little game of denial, dream this little dream of happiness, torture ourselves a little while longer with what can never be. But neither you nor I are fools. Let us say goodbye now. Let us bid farewell to visions of you doing a really cool group side mission for one or two episodes with Steeve and Eddie and Robin and Nancy and Dustin and Max and El. Let us not cling any longer to fantasies of an episode beat where the adults go out on the town and you and Hopper get in a big bar fight with some assholes who are teasing Joyce and Murray, and you do lots of cool punching to some banging 1987 hit like, I don’t know, RICK ASTLEY’S “NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP?!?!?!” [Did I do it? Does it count as Rick Rolling if it’s in text?]
Let us let go once and for all of our wistful longing for all the dopamine-explosion moments as you interact and bond and integrate with the entire Stranger Things ensemble, the giddy spectacle of novel combination after novel recombination of beloved characters, that heady right of passage of exploring increasingly bizarre pairings and group dynamics all new ST characters who survive their first season are treated to, until the dread Season 5 finale ultimately tears them all assunder as the eldritch gods of the Upsidedown inevitably triumph and wipe all away with one mighty, slimy tendril of inter-dimensional horror.
All I can say, Enzipie, Dimipants, Antobutt, is that it’s been one hell of a ride. You may be just a corrupt guard of some remote, snowy prison in the middle of nowhere, betrayed by his crooked accomplice, imprisoned alongside his former captive, escaped with the aide of unlikely allies, and doomed by the conventions of narrative drama to die, but you melted my heart.
At least we get to keep Eddie! . . . Right? Duffers? DUFFERS?!
TOUCH HIM AND YOU DIE, GOD DAMN IT!!!
*begins sobbing and singing unintelligible Russian dirges while pounding the table rhythmically with fist*
#enzopper#jimitri#hoppzo#hopptonov#jimzo#two pigs in a blanket#stranger things speculation#stranger things season 4#st4 spoilers#stranger things#dimitri enzo antonov#enzo stranger things#ronance#steddie#jargyle#Byler#humour#stranger things meme#hopper x enzo
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Who would win in a fight: Argyle or a gorilla?
Argyle would befriend the gorilla, and they would just become BESTIES like, literally. Argyle could befriend anyone. Let him around Vecna. I bet this whole situation will be resolved in five minutes. He’ll pull out some Purple Palm Tree Delight, say, “don’t worry, dude; I got what you need!” and Vecna, will curiously be intrigued by this, and smoke up with him. He’ll then ask if he wants him to take out Mike, Will and Jonathan (who have been rolling their eyes too much at him) and Argyle will wave him off and be like, “nah man, that’s my bestie right there, and his little bro, and his little bro’s boyfriend!” and Mike and Will will blush their fucking FACES off, but keep quiet because this seems to be going well…. And then Vecna says “alright, whatever” and a life-long friendship is formed. Argyle visits him in the Upside Down, says the place is SICK, and Will, Jonathan and Mike always accompany him out of guilt. But nah, Argyle and Vecna are besties. Mike and Will still haven’t talked about what Argyle said, and on the fifth or so visit down, Vecna tells Argyle that they aren’t together yet, but they both wanna be (about Mike and Will) and him and Argyle laugh their ASSES off, like Murray and Alexi. (Was that his name ? The Russian in s3? God, I’m embarrassed. It’s something like that).
And then, after they go back to Hawkins, (upright side), Will is like “they’re just high off their asses…” and Mike is like, “yeah, totally,” like the van scene because that was totally, totally internalized homophobia and being called out for the exact thing he wants. And then they are just silent, and not looking at all each other, and Will says, “okay well, see you tomorrow!” Before peddling away, (Leaving from Mike’s garage because y’know; cinematic parallels) - ! But this time Mike says, “wait, Will!” and this time, Will stops, waits, planting his feet on the ground, and turns to Mike. He has barely gotten further than the end of Mike’s driveway. Mike jogs over to him. They stare at each other. Mike opens his mouth and then closes it. Will says, “What is it?” and then, Mike just folds.
He grabs Will’s face and surges forward, kissing him. Will’s eyes SNAP OPEN and then slowly close as he dissolves into the kiss. He moves his hand from his bike’s handle to Mike’s shirt, pulling him closer.
They are both breathless when they pull away, staring at each other with WIDE EYES. Will’s lips are parted. Mike glances at his lips, then back at him. They let go of each other. Mike says, (doing that thing where he bites his lip, which we only see when scened with Will, but this time, he is biting his lip to hold back a smile. It’s obvious to Will that this is what he is doing) “uh. See you tomorrow.”
Will smiles at him, trying to not smile too hard as he nods. He says, “yeah, see you tomorrow,” and then kicks off again. He throws a smile back at Mike as he leaves.
Mike waves, still biting his lip. But as soon as Will turns away, down the street, he walks further down the driveway, watching as he disappears into the night. His smile fades into something softer but reminiscent; emotional.
We see his smile light up again and he looks down, walking back to the garage. He turns off the light and the garage door closes.
The next time, they go back to visit Vecna in the Upside Down, Vecna exposes them. Jonathan tells him to cut it out. Argyle nods his head in approval. “I knew you crazy kids would figure it out.”
Everyone is at peace. Argyle saved the world. With weed, friendship, and love. Eventually, he brings El down with him too, and she and Henry talk about shared trauma through Papa. Everyone heals. All because of Argyle.
One day, when he and Henry are really stoned, Henry says: I have something to tell you, man. Argyle says; “what homie?” And Henry tells him he can bring back those who he took the lives from. He will just need some help from Eleven.
He and Eleven restore the lives of Chrissy, Jason’s friend (forgot his name), Nancy’s friend (forgot his name), Eddie, and lastly, completely heals Max. Jason died during the Splitsville so he stays dead, but no one rly cares that much.
The end.
After the credits role, we see:
(TED WHEELER, accidentally eating one of Argyle’s brownies he left out. He ends up stumbling into the Upside Down. He thinks it’s all a hallucination from the Weed. He says Reagan needs to really strike down on the War on Drugs.)
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Last episode!!
Okay! This episode had lots of ups and downs. LOTS of joe and downs.
The Steve/Nancy bullshit can literally eat shit I hate it I HATE IT
Once again the tension is constantly being ramped up, especially with the Russian team and the upside down team.
I didn’t even notice the California team wasn’t in this ep bc that’s how little I care.
There are a bunch of scenes I’ve seen as gifs that I didn’t see? Are those from teasers? Like Eddie playing his guitar in the UD?? I assume that’s to help Nancy out but I have NO idea.
Anyway this one had some good moments of return to what st used to be especially with Lucas and Dustin, but the last 20-30 minutes of pure exposition and flashbacks really sucked the life out of me. Not too sure how I feel about this ep overall
Incoherent thots:
The way Steve is literally being EATEN ALIVE by those things jesus christ. We joke abt him getting fucked up every season but this is by far the worst one. He’s alone! And so scared! And he doesn’t know his friends are coming!
That pov shot got me fucked up
Eddie yelling “kill it” while Nancy and Robin do all the work. I wanna be him when I grow up
NOT STEVE BITING THAT THING he so has rabies now.
Okay but the way he flung it against the ground by the tail 👀👀👀 okay. Aight.
Bro he TORE IT IN HALF
Me watching this scene five times:
“Well they took about a pound of flesh, but other than that. Yeah never better” love how ducked up he sounds. Also Eddie in background like jEsUs H cHrIsT
ROBIN WITH THE RABIES lmao were the same
Ooop all of them getting behind Steve
These bitches are like the Procompsognathus in Jurassic park
Oh shit that’s a little person barbecue these fuckers are CRAZY
“Promise me you won’t kill her” OBVIOUSLY this guy doesn’t give a fuck about you OR el
Do you think brenner makes the other people at the lab call him papa?
SAM OWENS FINALLY ADMITTING THAT EL IS A FRIGHTENED, TRAUMATIZED, LITTLE GIRL
I just fucking can’t with brenner he’s literally disgusting and I wish he was GONE
“This place is not a prison” THEN WHY DO YOU KEEP SEDATING HER WHEN SHE TRIES TO LEAVE
“You chose to trust me once” when? That time you kidnapped her from her mother and then tortured her mother so viscously that she was left permanently disabled? Is that when el chose to trust you?
I keep seeing in tiktok people who think number 1 is hot and bro. He’s so awful looking to me I can’t believe it
Dustin being an awful fucking liar are you kidding
“That psycho fREAK killer? Uh, no.” Dustin for president
Ted Wheeler coming in clutch suggesting the kids that ARENT HIS go to jail lmao Mrs. Sinclair looked like he was talkin out of his ass
I happen to think that Eddie’s hair should be getting bigger and more frizzy each time he’s shown. That lake water does not help with the frizz
STEVE
“I’m fine. I’m fine” DUDE YOU ARE MISSING CHUBKS OF YOUR SIDES
Robin rattling off the symptoms of rabies I love her. She really thinks her best friend is dying she’s freaking out amazing
Nancy ripping up her skirt to bandage him welcome to Rocky horror
What’s with the squelching sounds when she wrapped it around him?? Bro ew
Please know that when Steve and Nancy looked all lovey dovey at each other I booed super loud I HATE IT HERE
“Yeah you almost shot me with that one” “you almost deserved it” rip to season 1 Steve who definitely pissed himself when Nancy put that gun in his face
EDDIE STOP “fer yer modesty, dude”
Okay did everyone need to spoon up when that earthquake happened???? I fucking hate it stop it with the Steve/Nancy shit I’m on my knees I’m BEGGING
Hopper figuring out how to make a Molotov cocktail in prison he’s amazing he’s showstopping he’s incredible
“Papa, I bet that old American did most of the monster slaying” vibes
Jesus, hopper wanting el to be growing and changing and learning and meanwhile el is underground and being re-traumatized by brenner
Murray looking like he’s shitting himself in that van while lying to the guards he’s amazing
Seeing all this shit, how much brenner spoke with all the kids individually, it kinda doesn’t make sense to me why el could hardly speak or knew a lot when she got out. Like reading and writing sure, those are learned, but you learn to talk by being talked to and by talking so. Idk if this makes sense it just makes me feel a little odd. Plus the older kids have a big vocabulary so ??? What is the truth
COLLAR HIM WHAT
Good. Now we get to see the actual fucking torture DUDE BRENNER SUCKS SO HARD WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO MAKE HIM BETTER
Jesus christ what the fuck is going on
Eddie looking so distressed when Steve doesn’t get the ozzy reference I’ve seen it in so many gifs it’s incredible
(Also Steve was not engaging bc he knows ozzy and he knows that moment billy made him watch it about a thousand times on mtv but now that he’s gone, it’s a really painful memory)
YES EDDIE TELLING STEVE HOW MUCH DUSTIN LOVES HIM IM CRYING MERLIN AND I WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS
EDDIE SAYING HE WAS JEALOUS this scene fucks so hard omg
“I was too ashamed to be the only one left behind” EDDIE
EDDIE DO NOT TELL STEVE TO GET HER BACK STOP STOP STOP DO NOT FUCKING ENDORSE THIS UNHOLY UNION
Bro eddie needs to shut up fr Steve and Nancy should NOT get back together and I have so many fucking thoughts about it that it would be it’s own post entirely
Okay but I really hope they do some shit with the lights and Dustin and Lucas realize the gang is in that house that would FUCK
Dustin’s look when Erica says she’ll say what was under Lucas’s bed amazing
ERICA DIDNT KNOW THIS SHIT AFTER THE MALL??? Nobody filled her in????
Vecna opened it up obv
Okay but this Dustin and Lucas scene of them riffing off each other and figuring it out is so so good this is what I missed from stranger things this is what I loves about seasons 1 and 2
YES I SEE THAT LIGHT FLICKERING THATS YOU UPSIDE DOWNERS
STEVE IS THE ONE THATS GONNA FIGURE OUT HOW TO TALK TO DUSTIN AND LUCAS
Okay but the upside down being stuck in time of three years ago kind of fucks
Meanwhile Steve’s just screaming downstairs
“Maybe he really does have rabies” VIBES
I’m???? The magic around the lights is big time cheesey tbh
“Does anyone know Morse code?”
“Does sos count? Is that-is that good?” WHAT DO YOU THINK, DARLING????? Eddie is QUICKLY becoming a blorbo. (Except for that painful moment where he told Steve to get with Nancy but he wasn’t thinking right)
It’s not Vecna it’s your besties dw
I think they just should’ve had eddie touch the light the red magic shit looks really dumb to me
This shot in the Russian prison is BANANAS I’m freaking out
HOPPER HES THERE HES RIGHT THERE
Horse plinko
Not these MEAN MUGS the older kids have going on this is so funny to me
Why is this chess set so weird and ornate
Fucking brenner I just hate HATE him
I don’t trust brenner I don’t trust #1 I don’t trust anyone here
Lucas and Dustin fucking yeeting the lite brite and Erica giving her candy lmao
Eddie going “HI” and Steve like 🙄🫤🤨
Dustin: “We think we have a theory that can help with that”
Robin: “genius child”
“His tone, right” love LOVE him
“Honestly shouldn’t have gone with her first. She’s like, kinda mean” CALLAHAN
Callahan coming up the stairs going “oh little pigs, oh little pigs” like dude you’re the cop.
ERICA SLASHED THE TIRE FOR FUCKS SAKE SHES AMAZING
NOT THE TRANSITION FROM THE KIDS TO THE UPSIDE DOWN GANG
What song would save you from being vecna’d? I think mine would be crazy frog.
Is this really how she escaped??? I kinda wish that her escape was just always left a mystery tbh but this way is actually big time anticlimactic
Oh fuck the tracker in his neck made me SICK to look at
See in these flashbacks el has one hell of a vocabulary but we know that when she meets up with the boys she doesn’t know the word promise
HES MAKING A FLAMING SPEAR that’s so sexy aaaahahah
“The Americans are very tricky” in that super exaggerated American accent VIBES
Holy god the lighter being out of fuel
THE MOMENT THE DEMOGORGON FUCKING SPRINTS OUT OF THE DARKNESS I watched it three times at half speed so good
(Still wish this bitch was practical though)
This is the goriest scene in st so far and I wish it was MORE
“I gotta hand it to you commies. You’re committed” Murray’s karate is my favorite thing to come out of this season. He’s out here like billy zabka but not fucking painful
Not Joyce pressing all the fucking buttons queen shit
DUDE THE SPEAR THROW RIGHT JN ITS FUCKING FACE OH MY GOD
THEY DINT KNOW THAT JOYCE IS THERE OH SHIT this reunion is gonna make me cry with the slo mo
Okay but hopper at first not realizing what’s going on and then holding her back and smiling into the top of her head I’m freaking out
Okay but lowkey the look of (guys specifically) wearing long pants that aren’t fitted around the ankle and no shoes is one of my least favorite things ever and it always has been
THE KIDS
This is kinda cool with the gate in the ceiling and the mirrored shots of the trailer and the kids looking at the upside down gang
So he’s just manipulating el to get rid of the thing that makes him not lose his marbles
Cool
So it’s NOT how she got out okay nvm
El, You’re surprised?? I’m fucking not
That’s where she learned the ol’ neck snapper though
And he’s number one I fucking called it
Wait this is trippy with the rope going through the ceiling. Gravity’s about to get real weird
“Those stains are, uh, I don’t know what those stains are” KING SHIT
WHAT that’s so cool it’s sustained between them that’s awesome
Every time I see the Dio logo on the back of the denim vest I think it says Djo lol
WAIT WHAT THE FUCK
Oh christ the pool
This is so spicy for Nancy (imagine if it had been Steve though that would fuck to explore his guilt)
SO BARB WQS TAKEN BY VECNA???
Oh that’s some gross shit from the pool. Once again, I called the pool being filled with gross black shit in my powers!steve fic lol
No wait OF COURSE el hasn’t escaped yet this is like 1979 or some shit
He’s Vecna. #1 is totally Vecna
So is this why the upside down is always trying to kill 11? WAIT IN SAESON 3 BILLY/MINDFLAYER SAID HE WAS BUILDING AN ARMY FOR HER yeah it’s bc vecna is weirdly obsessed with her
Okay but what does the creep house have to do with vecna? Like why is it there that he set up shop and his psychic link is through that
OH THATS FUCKING WHY HES THE KID WHAT WHAT WHAT
Oh it’s all coming together
As a certified Spider Kid his obsession with these big fucking black widows is ????
“They, like me, are solitary creatures and deeply misunderstood. They are gods of our world.” GOD SHUP YOURE SO ANNOYING
He’s literally the worst. And people like this character??? He’s painful
He fucking SUCKS
You know most serial killers start out with animal cruelty
“She despised me for it.” NO SHE JUST REALIZES THAT YOURE A KILLER AND YOUVE GOT A FUCKED UP CIEW OF THE WORLD
This whole flashback is too much exposition tbh
Brenner did all those tattoos?? That’s lowkey impressive
This is big time fucked up
Those fucking slipper shoes are so weird just have them in socks or barefoot
001 to me is what billy is to the rest of the fandom
The way I absolutely can’t stand him
These last 20 have really lost me tbh
Oh GROSS
Not only did El essentially banish him to the UD she also skinned him
WHY does it look like he’s falling to super hell
THE REAL HORSE PLINKO
Knew it
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Hello Jopper fans. Harken back to Season 3:
I’ve always wondered about the intense feelings Joyce was experiencing that night when Hopper first truly opened up to her, and what happened after he was attacked by the Russian on the motorcycle. You may recall the next morning when he’s naked, he wraps a sheet around his waist and asks “How did I get here?” And her cryptic reply is just “Slowly”.
It always seemed like this night was a turning point for her. She finally stopped running from him, and instead fumbles through attempts to communicate her own love for him from this time onwards. So here’s your deleted scene from one of our favourite moments in season three…
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There was nothing. No gate. No scientists, no signs that anything nefarious had taken place since that fateful day.
She was immediately filled with relief… and then embarrassment. He had allowed her to drag him out here, back to the power plant on nothing more than a paranoid whim.
“I feel like I’m losing my mind”
He sighed,
“You’re not losing your mind…. Not anymore than I am,” he paced, speaking softer now,
“The other day I almost shot Betsy Payne’s dog— it was coming at me and I swore it was one of those things.”
Her shame lessened a little as she was washed with a feeling of deep gratitude. He always validated her feelings when nobody else would. Sometimes all she needed was someone to tell her she wasn’t crazy.
He went on, “you know I’m keeping an eye on things, right?”
Of course. Always.
“Yeah” she said, too dismissively.
“Because it’s important to me that you feel safe.”
She did know it, deep down, but there was something in the way he said it so firmly like it was the most important thing in the world to him, it struck her.
“—That you and your family feel safe”
She stared at him wide-eyed, seeing him now.
“I want you to feel like this can still be your home”
Ugh. There it is.
She closed her eyes, overwhelmed with a deep sadness.
He knew.
Her dearest closest friend she’d ever had knew she was running away and she hadn’t had the courage to tell him herself.
She’d been working up to it, she’d meant to… even to ask him to move away with her and their kids… but somehow he’d found out already and that’s what would hurt him the most. She knew she’d wounded him deeply with this.
She wanted to tell him this in this moment, to apologize and explain herself, to share how living in constant fear was wearing her down, that it was an impulse decision after one too many nightmares… but it was too much… the guilt made her drop her head and avert her gaze.
God, the intensity and hurt in his eyes…
“What? You didn’t think I’d find out about that?”
“Gary called me, he said he was fixing up your house to put on the market.
Gary. Of course. Fucking Gary. This was all wrong.
He sighed,
“The kids know yet?”
Still speechless, processing her guilt, she shook her head slightly.
He could have stormed off, demanded and explanation, goodness knows she owed him one.
He just sighed as he took a few steps towards her, and slowly sat down on the step next to her, his posture defeated, tired, but mostly sad.
“After Sarah….I had to get away.”
He looked up into her eyes,
Sad, patient.
“I had to get the hell out of that place, you know?. Outrun those …those memories I guess”.
Yes. Of course. Sarah. The loss, inconceivable grief, and after, upsetting his life and moving away, totally alone and broken.
In that moment she knew he understood, of course he did. She wished to God she had opened up to him about this sooner. She’d held back, afraid of hurting him when in reality he was strong enough to be there for her and share in it with her. He’d been here before, lost more, suffered deeply, more than she could even comprehend.
Her admiration for this man beside her made heart swell.
He went on, meeting her gaze and arresting her with the warmth of his eyes, searching for her.
“…But you have something I never had.
“You have people who know what you’ve been though.
People who care about you.
Right here. In Hawkins”
And now, here he was telling her how he felt about her, how deeply he cared for her. With those words, they both knew unequivocally what he was getting at.
She knew it, and like a ton of bricks, in that moment, she knew she felt the same about him.
It had taken his strength in her weakness to make her see what she already knew.
She’d always loved him.
And that love had grown.
Over the years, the more time they spent together the more she was powerfully drawn to him. Whenever they were close, she longed to be closer. To touch him and be immersed in his presence.
She knew she could no longer deny it to herself, but… it was too much to admit it to him.
She just needed a bit more time, time to wrap her head around it better. She’d knew she’d been distancing herself…
The trauma of the last two years was always there to remind her that loving him would make her vulnerable, make her care too deeply, make her scared all the time, make her heart open and entwined with his.
No. Her heart needed walls, not openness.
She can’t — not right now. This is all too heavy.
“You mean, people like Scott Clarke?”
Instantly she regretted the words coming out of her mouth. And it was made even worse when his eyes flashed with confusion and heartbreak.
“It was a joke” she apologized, clarified.
A terrible joke.
He slowly exhaled with relief.
But it still stung.
She smiled sorrowfully at him, and in that moment promised herself that she’d fix this. She’d tell him.
And if the words failed her again, if she couldn’t tell him, she swore she would show him.
She knew without a doubt in her mind that for the rest of her life she would love him with everything she had in her. She was falling hard for this man, and she didn’t want to fight it anymore.
It was a subtle but profound shift. She loved him always, and now she was hopelessly in love with him ….and had been for a long time.
And it scared the shit out of her.
A noise jolted her out of her torrent of emotions.
He jumped up to check it out, ordered her to stay put.
Often she would have protested and stayed close, but a bit of physical space amid this onslaught of emotion was welcome as she watched him stalk away into the dark corridor.
Alone now, her eyes welled, she wiped her unshed tears, and then she heard another crash that shifted into a different emotion she’d grown to know too well:
Panic.
Off she went, compelled and unthinking for her own safety.
��Hopper?!”
No answer.
“Hopper!”
She found him on the ground, lying on his back with his eyes closed.
Unresponsive.
Her heart jumped into her chest.
Please be ok!
Please please please.
Not again, not again.
She checked him over, desperate. No apparent gun shot wounds, no dreaded pool of blood. But the bleeding might be internal.
He made a low noise that was the most beautiful sound, a sign of life.
Then, the sound of an engine.
The rain pouring down.
She was filled with confusion, and then quickly followed by rage.
Who could have done this to him!?
She raced over to catch a glimpse of the vehicle tearing away, trying to focus through the rain and straining to catch a license plate. The motorcycle quickly faded into the distance and she raced back to Hopper, her hands on him immediately.
She urgently needed to get him home. His wounds looked bad even in the low light.
“Hop… you gotta help me get you up.”
No answer.
She wedged herself between the wall and his shoulders, taking his head in her hands, then used leverage to get him to a slumped sitting position.
Panting from the exertion, she paused to catch her breath with her arms wrapped around his torso, hugging him fiercely from behind, his weight on her tiny frame.
She clung to him for that moment, feeling his warmth, tears in her eyes.
“Please Hop..”. She whispered into his neck, the smell of his skin made her want to stay there and breathe in forever.
He moaned, and she awkwardly but gently transferred his weight so he was seated and leaning onto the window wall.
She needed to get the truck as close as possible or she’d never get him out of here.
She grabbed his keys from his pocket and stood up to go.
Paused, not wanting to leave him alone for a second.
She bent down and leaned in close, placing her forehead just above his ear, her hand firmly rubbing his back, hoping he could feel it somehow.
“Hop, hop…. I’m gonna get you out of here, you’re gonna be ok you hear me? You stay with me ok?
I’ve got you,” she said, breathless.
Inhale.
I’m never leaving you.
“I’m not leaving you, Jim…I’m just bringing your truck real close ‘cause you’re heavy as a brick shit house. Ok? I’ll be right back I promise”.
She squeezed her eyes shut, took a slow breath, and tenderly kissed his temple before running out into the rain.
The next hour was spent gently coaxing him to move with her, with Hopper in and out of consciousness.
He even said her name once and it made her heart flutter and brought her to tears again with hope that he could hear her voice, that he was going to be ok.
Long breaks to regain strength and awareness. Long breaks where she could catch her own breath from straining as the support, his real life crutch for his broken body. They would lean on the wall, a counter, the hood of the truck, entwined together desperately or they’d both collapse.
The whole time, her voice, encouraging and pleading.
It seemed to her that her appeals had some effect on him. He understood that she was with him.
He pushed through the pain, and she felt it along with him. He would wince if she moved him the wrong way, she felt horrible.
At last he was inside the truck cab. She ran around to the drivers seat, leaning her head back in the seat for a moment, closed her eyes, feeling her breath hard in her chest….and feeling the loss of his contact acutely.
They were back to being two separate entities and she was bereft of his weight upon her, surrounding her.
It had been absolutely exhausting on her body, but she had a fleeting sense that somehow it had felt right being so close to him for so long.
On the drive back to his cabin, she kept glancing over at him, her free hand on his shoulder, sometimes shaking him gently, then caressing his soaking wet hair, trying to keep him conscious. He probably had a concussion, so she was supposed to keep him from falling into a deep sleep, right?
He was babbling incoherently, sometimes forming half-thoughts. “Joyce… I… I’m….”
“Joyce we gotta….”
She drove right up to the steps of his cabin.
The heavy rain had subsided a bit, but they were both soaked to the bone.
She didn’t think she could carry his weight again, her muscles felt like rubber.
When she opened his door, he tried to emerge but collapsed onto his hands and knees outside the truck, into the mud.
“Come on, Hop!” She pleaded, desperate, drained.
“You’re so close…. I can’t do it, I can’t carry you any further. I can’t, I’m sorry…”
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”
She was crying now, tears and rain mixed. She knelt down next to him in the mud, encircling him with her tired arms, her head against his.
“I’m sorry, Hop, I’m so sorry…”
Muttering this mantra not knowing if any part of him can hear it.
“I’m so sorry for everything,”
“Please please come back to me so I can make it right,”
“Please let me try again”.
“I need you. I need you, Hop. I’ve always needed you.”
“Always.”
Sobbing.
His eyes were still closed, but he took a deeper breath and with a pained sound, he hauled himself up the steps, her arms still around him, moving with him.
Then the couch.
At last.
She gazed down at his form filling up the couch. She longed to lie down with him and close her eyes, just for a bit… to feel his solid warmth against her body again…
Not yet, Joyce.
She grabbed a bed sheet and covered his lower half respectfully so she could get to work removing his soggy clothes. It was a chilly night and he was shivering visibly, despite the warm cabin.
This is not quite how she had pictured undressing him, in her quietest moments late at night— stop it Joyce, focus.
Her hands trembled as she undid his shirt buttons, lingering on his bare damp chest as she took a deep breath. His own breath ragged, but his heart beat steady under her hands. She lowered her head onto her hands and closed her eyes for a blessed moment.
Please be ok.
Please, Hop.
I love you.
His breathing was pained; and she knew she had to get the first round of painkillers into him while she cleaned up his open wounds.
She knew she wouldn’t sleep much tonight, her own wet clothes drying on her as she fretted about, caring for his body the best she could, hoping to heaven she could care for his heart soon too.
Then, it was the morning light pouring through the kitchen window.
He stirred, and she hurried over to him, bending down closer. His eyes met hers, for the first time in far too many hours.
She swallowed down the tears of joy. To look deep into those eyes, to be seen by him again.
“Joyce…”
“Hey….”
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#jopper#stranger things#stranger things fic#st4#joyce byers#jim hopper#jopper fic#jopper smut#jopper fluff
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dts e4-5
e4:
-i think the gunther climbing a mountain motif was a gamble but i think it works so well. is it a bit corny? yeah but i still like it
-i feel like nikita fucking ruined it for drivers like logan like if you get an f1 seat and the people who finished ahead of you in f2 didn't, people assume it must be a nikita situation. like a) logan was a rookie b) he was only one point off liam anyway c) he was a williams academy driver d) bringing in american sponsors is not the same as ur dad funding the team! anyway the stain that man has left on the sport smh
-whiplash between nikita sections 😡 to mick sections 🥰
-'why am i so much slower on the straight than my teammate?' its because you suck. hope that helps 😊
-obsessed w/ the way mick is so absolutely unbothered by all this lmao
-i hate that the mazepins make me want to LIKE gunther. they make me root for him. i hate them for that
-so there was a cameraman strapped in climbing this mountain too yeah. hope he got paid extra
-i strongly suspect that the mazepin family slid netflix some money to put all this focus on nikita, and in such a positive light as well. and they try SO hard to make him look good but even netflix cant do the impossible (hide that an asshole is an asshole)
-sochi is unfortunately. a beautiful racetrack
-re: netflix clearly being paid--the way the frame this as nikita using his russian roots to make a good strategy call+get a good result is SO facetious. like omg he beat a mechanical dnf'd mick AND nicholas latifi????? the bar is on the floor babes thats the bare minimum
-ACTUALLY NVM i'm sorry he was actually STILL last place of all the cars that finished what a JOKE
-imagine if we used this episode to focus on lando. imagine that narrative. instead we have the worst guy you've ever met front and center
ep 5:
-i sorta wish i was taking notes of all these cinematic shots bc there are some Good damn drone shots in this show
-PFFFFFFFFF I FORGOT ABT ZAK BROWN HOCKEY SCENE most random segment on this damn show
-dando before they became friends is painful to watch :/
-i will say i cannot imagine what daniel's win must've been like watching the season live. guy is struggling like all hell and then out of no where has a huge win. crazy. anyway i'm still at the sprint part just thinkin thoughts
-that mark webber post where he was like 'that was the first time seb & i made love on track' thats the exact vibes i feel abt 4433 monza crash. i'm not elaborating
-no i am elaborating renaissance painting type of crash. they'll never be another one like her
-i LOVE charlotte btw i love any of her lil appearances i hope she's living her best life
-i'm not saying a lot abt the daniel win i'm really just absorbing it i dont really have a lot of words :)
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thoughts on AOS while I watch AOS for the first time (THERE WILL BE SLANDER)
wow this movie is really butch right off the bat... so much action... so much dousing of every corner of the film in shadow
this couple said "Tiberius is a bad name but naming my 2 second old infant son JIM sounds good" assigned 60 year old man at birth
jim almost going over the cliff... gotta hit every movie cliche -_- also what's with the giant rift on the flat plains of Iowa
BABY SPOOOOCK HIS LITTLE FRECKLES oh noooo
"he has human eyes" omg :'(
WINONA RYDER?
zachary quinto's voice has uuuh... no gravitas, I'm sorry guys. he just does not sound like spock to me
oh lord no, jim.... ssshut up and leave uhura alone!!! this movie is such a product of the 2000s.... cool guy main character bothers a woman as flirtation
omg I am hating the dynamic of Uhura as Cool Popular Girl all these random bros feel the need to jump in and defend because she's so hot? my accidental posse I developed by virtue of being Too Hot
kirk grabbing her boobs... wow this movie is so much worse than I thought it would be. I forgot the 2000s was this sexist, which is crazy because I lived it.
"a peacekeeping armada" bro that's just a "woke" way to say military
ok Bones is pretty good
nooooo why is Jim such a pervert freak
- not only did you violate ze RUles - twirls evil moustache-
Oh I REALLY like this Bones
the sounds the enterprise doors make omg it's like a mouse farting -shoop!-
wha- the computer didn't understand chekov's voice??? couldn't he have just spoken russian ??? what is the motivation for speaking english in the world of the universal translator
ok I assume this is like "ahaha imagine if a person had an accent" humour like man... that joke was already overplayed back then
Spock talks like an evil cat
Nero saying "Hulloh!" so casual when being hailed. Hey guys, how's it hangin'?
sksksk Sulu being like yes sir I have hand to hand combat training like yeah boy, I bet you do
"Kirk you're not cleared to be on this mission and should be at home, that's why I'm selecting you as the person I'll send on an even deadlier mission" make it make sense
that's like a head surgeon being like oh ok since you're not cleared to be in the surgery room why don't you just step up here and help me perform the surgery
Kirk's smirk at Spock when Pike gives him XO..... SHUT UP I HATE YOU NASTY MAN
Chris Pine always looks like he's hiding ice cubes in his cheeks
ngl this movie is boring as fuck
Pike is similar to SNW Pike, if you took everything interesting about Anson Mount's Pike and threw it away
omg what?!? what's with the bit where the guy is having too much fun laughing and being jolly to pull his parachute lmao
omg not a hanging off the edge of a cliff scene AGAIN, I can't take this
it's cute having Chekhov accidentally call Spock Commander instead of Captain
Chekov is a gamer, he can lock on
aw he's so cute.
"enah-jyyyzzze" Spock says while popping a squat... wow he's so gay
Vulcan getting sucked into the black hole really looks like a butthole
ok not to do with the movie but I accidentally just wrote "Vulvan"
Spock: ok guys just gonna record my very personal diary right in the middle of the bridge DON'T FOLLOW ME OUT WHEN I STORM OFF IN A DRAMATIC WAY
oh no Uhura's the best girlfriend
wahahaha tying my enemy up on a big slab and shining a light directly in his face and calling him by his first name, hey wait a moment do you guys hear Ghenghis Khan playing
not Spock quoting that Sherlock Holmes bit about the impossible I thought you were supposed to value logic
good arguing between Kirk and Spock though
did Spock just fucking drop Kirk on an inhospitable planet?!?!
oh my fucking god he's evil!
he really said it is logical to straight up kill this man rather than sedate him ok mr megalomaniac
oh nooo jim crying from spock prime's emotional transference, they have so much chemistry
"so you do feel" ok kirk your spock is like, the most emotional young spock of all, he wears his emotions on his sleeve
I love you bug-eyed alien friend of Scotty's
Scotty's whole shindig would hit harder if every person in this movie wasn't like ohhoho I'm the best guy ever at the thing I do within the span of like, a day
Spock Prime saying he learned to cheat by fucking with timelines from Jim, ah yes you love to see it
oh no Scotty got Charlie and The Chocolate Factoried
Spock being one of the antagonists of this movie is so funny
this fight is cringe.....
the little end intercom sound is the exact same starting note as MGMT's Kids
JIM YOU MADE SPOCK LOOK REALLY BAD IN FRONT OF HIS DAD!!!!!
"omg hiii, are we having a weird voyeurism moment in the transport bay?"
"I want Spock dead NOW!" child demands ice cream
OMG THIRD TIME JIM IS DANGLING BY HIS HANDS OFF A CLIFF, c'mon guys these moments are not good enough to demand the rule of threes
the parallel of Spock taking George Kirk's place as the self-destruct pilot - all to save his beautiful wife... Christopher Pike
Spock Prime just being like ah fuck it I'm not worried about Time Fuckery actually... I just needed to make sure you were gonna learn to love Kirk. we respect him for that
imagine if your future self was like hey I decided I don't care about temporal directives so I'm choosing to meet you but I did care so much about you learning to love and trust my best friend that I set up a scenario which would trauma bond the two of you to ensure you'd be friends and you're just like oh yeah I guess that's a normal situation to have with your platonic bro
Kirk got Captaincy of the Enterprise through uuuh... committing mutiny to save the ship, they were just like yeah ok I guess we'll give this ship to you now instead of it being like, an experience based thing. imagine if that's how it worked in real life.
in conclusion it just ain't my beloved SNW
#star trek#star trek AOS#I'm sorry there is so much AOS slander in this post#I'm not judging though you guys I am a huge fan of media that is Not Good
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I just saw a post a couple of days ago that Steve stans are too dramtic about the Stancy breakup and that he wasn't traumatised by the bathroom scene and that he wouldn't flinch when he hears the word "bullshit" because Nancy is a loving character who wouldn't purposefully hurt people. And I'm like okay? Well he has every right to be hurt or even a little traumatised. Imagine being accused of murder by your own girlfriend and then in the next sentence she tells you she doesn't even love you while you're head over heels for her. Also in s3 he kinda internalized the word bullshit for him when talking to Robin in the Russian base. Like he genuinely believes he and his actions were bullshit. And idk if he would get a new partner and they would fight, I'm sorry him having flashbacks to when Nancy dropped those bombs on him is understandable. But yeah only Nancy's is allowed to be traumatised in that relationship because Steve was the worst, he never listened. When actually the scene they are talking about is the one where Nancy said she wants to break the NDA and Steve's like stop no that's dangerous. God forbid he wanted to keep her safe and not let her do something stupid. But the way ppl use this and say here he dismissed her feelings and pushed her to go to the party is crazy. Especially before that she wanted to go so badly she even invited Jonathan and she and Steve had couples costumes planned. If you think Steve would have forced her to go, he wouldn't if she truly didn't want to. That's like the only scene we got with a glimpse of their problem in the relationship. Just because he shut the idea down to talk about Barb with Barb's parents doesn’t mean he's super dismissive of her feelings. And tbh I feel like Nancy always blamed him (and herself) for the death of her friend, every time they would talk about it she would say it between the lines subconsciously, ofc Steve didn't want to hear it. It's insane that he isn't allowed to cope in a different way with this trauma than Nancy.
it’s wild that people say that steve stans are too dramatic when it’s a breakup like it’s supposed to be emotional. A breakup is devastating no matter how it ends and this just just ended so badly that it is emotional. also like no matter if it wasn’t purposefully nancy still decided to hurt steve and then never actually make up for the hurt that she caused him. there wasn’t even a sorry or anything so it’s just exhausting how people just want to paint nancy as completely right. and yes like steve has every right to feel upset about it (one time i read a fic where the author just used a character to shame steve for being upset about that whole talk in the bathroom and thinking about it just makes me want to scream) and it just feels like they complain about steve people not understanding steve while the antis also rip away the fact that he’s a character who has feelings. JUST LET HIM HAVE SOME FEELINGS! and also it’s so bizarre because like i said breakups are hard and yet they’re constantly acting like it’s sooo insane for steve to feel hurt after the breakup.
anyway yeah about steve internalizing it in season 3 because he does and it’s very clear that he has internalized that he was bullshit that nancy told him. because the duffers not long after steve admitting that everything was bullshit to robin - they have a question where steve does bring up nancy and it’s about love. like it’s all right there falling into place. and it’s also fucked up that people just don’t want steve to be upset when there is a whole bunch to this. steve gave up his friends and popularity - and while yes it was for himself it was also partly something to do with nancy. so steve gives up everything that he’s ever known to be with nancy all to realize that nancy never loved him in the first place and that steve would never be enough for her. that’s just - it’s sooo damaging !!
oh he would soo have flashbacks to that moment if him and his new partner fought! absolutely though like people only act like nancy is allowed to be traumatized and it’s so fucked up! i am so glad that you brought up the NDAS because god i have a rant rn that i need to get out. in this scene steve is just trying to be protective over the people he cares about and people act like steve is somehow wrong for being afraid of the gov that stole children from their homes to use them as experiments, bugged people’s homes, put a Will dummy in the water to make it look like he died, and threatened everyone with the fact that they could kill the people they love. yet somehow steve’s genuine fear of these people is just pushed to the side in the whole stancy thing because people cannot think for one second how scary this would be. on top of that : i’m so sorry and i understand why nancy would want to tell barb’s parents but if the two (mainly nancy) of them had actually told - barb’s parents would have been furious because all they would’ve seen was two people using their missing daughter as a weapon/prank. because it is not normal to say that barb got eaten up a demogorgon/monster. they probs would’ve gotten throw into pennhurst or some shit like that. there is no way in hell that barb’s parents would’ve believed them about the truth and there’s even more evidence because in canon they even used a cover story of how barb died all because murray said something. which wild to me how steve has just been saying and worried over the exact same shit but when murray does it, it’s taken soooo much more seriously in canon and by the fandom.
Okay but you’re so right about that party! i hate how people say that he just forced her to go meanwhile in the scenes right before nancy showed genuine enthusiasm to going! and she even complained about how jonathan didn’t want to go! nancy wanted to go and invite jonathan and did everything in her power to persuade him to go - that doesn’t sound like someone being forced to go to a party because their boyfriend is going. yep yep yep just because he shut down the talk of her telling barb’s parents the whole truth - it doesn’t mean that he’s dismissive of how she feels. in fact he’s doing everything in his power to take care of her feelings and show support in how he feels. but good forbid he shut down talk of them saying something that could get everyone he loves killed- that somehow must mean he doesn’t care about nancy’s feelings. it’s just so fucking absurd atp.
yeah i’ve always seen nancy as blaming herself and steve for barb’s death. oh god yes about that last sentence!!!! it’s also absurd because people always defend the way in which nancy copes and they never want it to be criticized yet somehow when we (steve stan’s mainly) say that steve is coping differently and that he’s just trying his best: we get blamed to hell and back for making excuses for him. it’s just ahhh : they’re both traumatized teens but god forbid they cope in different ways
this got hella long but i love talking about this and you said a lot that i agree with and wanted to expand on
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Thanks so much!
1. favourite season?
Well my name is Summer, so... No haha, I'm very much in love with S4 V1 BUT there's a special place in my heart for Season 3 as well.
7. favourite episode in season 1, 2 and 3 respectively?
Season 1 Episode 3: Holly Jolly- It was when you realized how amazing and terrifying the show could be. I will never forget seeing 'RUN' for the first time, shivers going up my spine. This is the episode that we lose Barb. It's the episode that makes you think Will is dead. It's a huge plot for 60 minutes and they did it so flawlessly.
Season 2 Episode 8: The Mind Flayer- As a hurt/comfort lover I was well fed this episode. There's so much crazy shit that goes down in this episode. Bob makes his noble sacrifice, El rolls up in the most bitchin way, and of course the Steve and Billy fight. A true turning point for the season.
Season 3 Episode 6: E Pluribus Unum- Steve and Robin. The Russians. We'll get into this more later but this fucking episode. This was peak slurpee-sipping-Alexei episode. Erica gets the whole story in this episode, shows off that she's a nerd, gaining respect as someone other than 'Lucas's little sister' but as a valuable member of the team. This episode had the Billy flashback. This episode has the physical Mind Flayer for the first time. This was a wild fucking episode. My all-time favorite scene is in this episode. Watching Steve and Robin giggle when being interrogated was a privilege. I genuinely think it was just Maya and Joe having a blast on set.
11. which season had the best ending?
Not fucking 4 I can tell you that. I'm holding out hope for season 5. The thing about this show is that the previous seasons can never have a happy ending. I will say that Volume 1 of Season 4 had me so fucking hooked, so I suppose that's the answer, but otherwise I was most emotional for season 3.
17. do you think will is going to have powers?
Simply put? No. Not in the sense of like El's powers. I think the only way the show can end is a loss of power. I think he has a sort of Spidey sense. Something I don't hear enough people theorizing on is Max. I think Max is going to have some sort of sight into the upside down that is caused by her lack of sight in the... right side up?
31. when was the first time you watched stranger things/how long have you been a fan?
Season 1 episode 1 baby. I saw the preview, said hellllll yeah, and watched it. I fell off a bit and then season 2 came out and I fell back in love. Then I fell off a while. Then Season 3 came out. I was hooked for a while. Then I fell off. THEN season 4's trailer came out and it's so fucking funny because they showed Eddie in the trailer doing the bow to Erica at the table during the campaign and I REWINDED and said ummmm.... whomst the fuck is that? I thought he'd be this terrible villain and then I saw one goddamn minute of him and instantly fell in love. I've been hooked in ever since.
50. top five absolute fav things about stranger things in general?
It's an interesting concept, plot wise. It keeps me on my toes.
The fact that Steve works so hard to protect Robin's sexuality. It's a nice touch.
The character development.
The fact that it can make me nostalgic for a time period I never lived in.
The fans. Without the fans I'd be going insane. I read and write fanworks constantly. I would have nothing to do without so many creative minds.
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Cyberpunk fic : One gig,V. Just one gig.
Hellooooooo lovely people ! i was talkin' 'bout a cyberpunk fic with my oc i created, Timur. Here we goooo !
TW : Violence.
word count : 2140.
"Are you sure about that guy? You know I work alone... Rogue."
One eyebrow twists on the older side while it's V's stomach that twists. Oh shit, looks like Rogue is pissed. Even if this mask of coldness is well anchored on the face of the woman with gray hair.
"I've got good mercs V, this gonk is a pro'."
V raises his eyebrows. He can't understand why Rogue wants to bring him, he's still a mere baby in the eyes of the after-life greats? It annoys him a bit. But he's drawn from these thoughts
"It's the Maelstrom, they aren't children."
"That's mean Rogue She's implying that you can't manage a gig on your own."
Silverhand's signature voice is heard as he materializes next to the oldest lady.
"Johnny shut up, don't be crazy. I'm already struggling to deal with Rogue, I'm playing my balls and my salary!"
A mean smile comes to rest on Silverhand's lips. Followed by a laugh…which V doesn't often hear.
"You're talking out loud Kid, that gonk Johnny is giving you trouble? I can calm him down…huh Johnny, are we talking about your boner breakdown when you took too much drugs ?"
"Liar and bitch. I'm out"
He surely dematerializes the blow in his ego which makes him flee.
V sighs a little, before looking into Rogue's eyes, she inspires him with so much respect but so much fear.
"Thanks Rogue…well what's your gonk's name?"
"Timur."
" He sound like a scanvenger. Don't like this. ''
Rogue's eyebrows frown. Seems like V struck a chord, he's always been good at reading people's emotions.
"Timur is a good guy. I'm sure you'll love him. Give me five minutes I'll call him."
She grab her phone start the call. V watching the scene carefully. The phone is ringing. Sounds before bad hardbass music is heard loudly.
"Timur? Yeah it's Rogue.. fuck ! turn down your shitty music! You really have shitty taste. …Got a job... yeah Maelstrom stolen an shard …. You gotta test me a kid who has the gig .
Yeah, V how did you guess? Okay, nova. Thanks. "
V hallucinates, as much as Johnny who reappeared next to the latter, Rogue… nice and who says thank you? We swim in delirium.
"V, wait in front of the bar. He'll pick you up. "
"Thank you Rogue."
V decides to go straight up, not preferring to wait at the bar. The latter comes to lean against a wall, taking out a cigarette which he lights, while Silverhand appears in front of V.
"V… I know Rogue wouldn't fuck ya' violently… but watch out. I don't trust this guy. ''
“Me neither Johnny. ''
But, in the distance… Quite strong hardbass is heard, while a van screeches its tires, coming to park in front of V. The window is lowered, letting smoke escape.
A rather broad-shouldered man, with a caricatural and rude face, a badly trimmed beard. Mixed blue and brown eyes come to rest in those of V.
"You're V comrade? ''
“Eh… Yeah, I guess you’re Timur? ''
“Da! ''
The door opens, revealing a man…. Smiling. V hesitantly climbs up next to him, the man coming to hold out his big hand. V shake Timur hand. As he concentrates a little more on the face of the famous Timur… Jet black hair crushed under a heavy newsboy hat, Dark circles under the eyes of the man supposes that he is sleeping very little. Then, the missing front teeth didn't help give him a reassuring look even though he was smiling.
The tattoos, with the theme of Russian gangsters on the throat, on the arms as well. V deduces that he is hiding more tattos. But no time to procrastinate, the door closed and the belt buckled, while the crazy crushes his foot against the accelerator. Starting on the wheel caps, heading towards the objective. As V holds on as he can, as Timur lets go of the steering wheel to search in his pockets… Under the gaze of a panicked V.
“Fuck…FUCK! LOOK AT THE ROAD! “
“Don’t worry baby-boy… I have to give you something…. AH, THERE YOU GO ! ''
Timur pulls out a shard that he tends to V.
“What ya need to know, on the shard. ''
Except V… Has slightly glitched. He has just realized the depth of the voice of the man at his side. Then… It also have hard time to understand him, for a big reason, the thick accent of Timur.
V understands what he has to do. He takes the shard, inserting it into the neural port before seeing what he needs to retrieve. A shard that contains sensitive data on one of Night-city's next political candidate.
“How long have you been working for Rogue ? she sees you as a gonk of confidence. ''
“A few years now. But… It's not about me that we should talk, you're the next star of the mercs world V. ''
“That’s why you serve as a babysitter. ''
Say V, ironically. With a slightly playful gaze, shifting his gaze to Timur. Who frowns a bit.
“It will avoid taking a bullet in the skull. If Rogue asked me to come with you, you have potential. We don't waste the good blood."
V, raises his eyebrows. A little… surprised at the response of the man driving.
“Because guys from the Afterlife talking about you, much more than you think. Your shit at Konpeki plaza mainly, but ya got balls baby-boy. The world respects that, to have balls. ''
'' Uh thank you. ''
'' Don't thank me, I'm telling you what's on my mind baby-boy. But don't you imagine I'm going to give you a hand. I'm just here to watch you. ''
'' But…''
'' There's no but. It's your time to shine. ''
The discussion passed the time well, since they arrive at the warehouse where the Maelstrom is housed. Timur parks discreetly, unlike his departure from Afterlife. The Russian comes to give a new shard to the youngest.
'' Don't panic, there's no trick. it will connect you to the screen of my phone. it will allow me to act if you do shit. ''
V inserts the shard again, the settings adjusting as Timur picks up his phone, calling V, who picks up and exits the van, surveying the scene.
'' You hear me ? ''
'' Five on five. ''
“Nova, go now. good luck. ''
V comes to pull out his silver pistol, removing the safety and checking the number of bullets. As he decides to take the air route, starting to climb. To pass through a window, jumping quickly on a man from the maelstrom whom he comes to knock out with the butt of a pistol.
“Good job. ''
The Russian congratulates him on this great proof of flexibility… While V crouched down to move forward, breathing in the smells of the territory of cyber-metalheads. The ferrous smell of blood and implants, drugs, piss and vomit. Because the guys are not really clever and piss in all possible corners.
V does silent neutralizations. Seeking in the complex where is his objective is.
Timur, meanwhile, was taken out of the van to open the trunk doors, revealing a diverse and varied arsenal of weapons. Preparing in case things go wrong. The calloused hands come to regulate the weapons, pushing themselves in an almost ritual meditation. Whistling the anthem of the Motherland.
“I have the shard. ''
V voice resounds in Timur's ear.
"Nova, get out of here."
V begins to sail backwards when…
“Hey you there! you're not from the group, kill him! ''
Indeed, it started well, but it ended badly. Gunshots are heard, followed by some growl from V.
“V? baby boy? SHIT ! ''
Neither one nor two, the hands of the Russian come to catch, an entirely red light machine gun, with a gold-plated engraving of the sickle and the hammer. He runs, Timur. Walking towards the entrance, reaching out his left arm, activating the arm mechanism. Taking out a cannon, a projectile launch system, coming fired to blow up the door. As he steps inside.
Adrenaline rushes through his heart as he runs to a main room, where he finds V stabbing a knife into the skull of a maelstrom, who bands together to knock the two of them out.
Timur's powerful voice crosses the room like lightning in the sky.
“V! down ! ''
The youngest guy down rolling on the ground, guessing what will happen.
The barrel of the light machine gun rises towards the members of the Maelstrom. While the big finger lands on the trigger.
“Oh fuck guys! it's the red bear! ''
Neither one nor two, Timur starts happily killing anything that moves and doesn't look like V.
“Blyat motherfucker! BLYAAAT! That my baby boy! ''
The cartridges fall heavily to the ground. Like the sticky blood that spurts from the bodies mutilated by Timur weapon. the bodies joining the ground too.
V is on the ground, holding his ears and curled up, hoping for the deluge to end quickly, even closing his eyes. After a few seconds, his eyes open again, he gets up. Watching the carnage done.
“Damn, man… You are fuckin' don't joke ! ''
'You're alright, baby? ''
"Yeah it's ok, I thought I was going to die with you shooting like crazy."
A slaugh comes out of the throat of the Russian, who comes to kiss his signature weapon.
"Say thank you to Mother-Blyat. ''
'' Nice to meet ya'' Mother-blyat ''
"Come on, move your gonk ass, we're off. ''
The two leave, Timur puts his things in the trunk, then comes back behind the wheel. Starting on the wheel hats.
“Good V… Baby-boy. You managed, you don't need my help for 90% of the mission. Keep it up and you will do great things. Don't hesitate if you want us to work again ,it will be a pleasure. ''
"Thanks man, I didn't expect that from you. I thought you were going to lecture me. ''
'' shut up V, you've been good. Take your compliment. ''
The two start laughing, quickly coming to park at the Afterlife. Timur grabbing his phone to come and tap a message, which he quickly sends before putting his hand on the shoulder of the youngest.
'' See ya in street Kid. ''
“See you, Red-Bear. ''
V leaves the car, walking down the steps of the most famous bar in town. Arriving in front of Emmerick who seems surprised.
“Hi V. Are you back yet? ''
“Hi Emmerick, yep. ''
“Looks like I have to buy Rogue a bottle. ''
'' Sorry ? ''
"We bet you were going to come back tomorrow."
V sighs, as the colossus of animals lets him pass. the doors open so V can step into the bowels of the old morgue. As he prepares to join Rogue's booth, Claire beckons him to approach, the latter still smiling. She sets down a bottle of whiskey, which V grabs.
'' For the boss, thank you V. ''
'' You're welcome. ''
He moves towards the booth, the mass that is Weyland, leaving room for V, who is looking at Rogue, he can see from her blue eyes that she is looking for something. Then, the blue fade, giving way to its natural color.
“Sit down V.”
Without waiting, he sits down putting the bottle of Rogue, who take it,serving two generous glasses. V coming put the shard on the table.
“Perfect, the customer will be happy. Good job V.''
Rogue, slide the glass over to the blond, who takes it in his hand. They come to drink at the same time, while the youngest is struggling to finish the whisky.
The tongue of the oldest slaps on her palate. V has always translated it as: it's good dope.
But V, is surprised while the transaction is done.
“Woah Rogue ! It's more than we agreed. ''
A smirk just appeared on the hard face of the woman.
“You will thank the Bear. He told me: if we succeed, give him my eddies, he need it. ''
Looks like he's like ya', kid. ''
“That’s why he calls me baby-boy…”
Uncontrolled laughter escapes Amendiares, as V blush and looks flustered.
“Baby boy?! Holy shit V! Oh hell... I wouldn't get over it. Talking about that…''
While his mask of coldness returns to rest on his face marked by decades of adventures.
'' Where is he ? ''
"I don't know, he just threw me in front of the afterlife without a word. ''
'' OK… ''
V raises his eyebrows. A hint of sadness in Snape's voice is heard, twice as she shows emotion... Is she sick?
'' V, I'll contact you as soon as I have another gig. ''
“Thanks again Rogue, have a nice day. ''
He stands, seeing Rogue's bothered look. V leaves the booth to go toward the bar, to drink a little. And talk with Claire.
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Little Sister
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: one cuss word, minor BW spoilers
A/N: hello! i’d like to note that this takes place sometime before the events in the Black Widow movie! if you haven’t seen the movie yet, please skip over this story and come back later if you’d like! happy reading <3
anon requested: hiii i have a fluff request after seeing bw haha: could you do nat x fem reader where they're laying in bed snuggling, and r asks her about her family and nat tells her and r notices how cute she looks when she's talking about yelena and it's so soft and ahhhh
Summary: Natasha tells her girlfriend about a piece of her past that she never talks about; her sister.
Word Count: 2K
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Natasha Romanoff has lived a lot of lives. She has been through more than most.
Nat had been taken as an infant by an organization that trained little girls to become lethal assassins.
She was psychologically conditioned to become a killer, having taken more lives than she could count.
Eventually, Natasha had managed to break free from the cage she was forced into and was recruited as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent; it was a new start for her, an opportunity to compensate for the red in her ledger.
So, Natasha took her job seriously, saving as many people as she could, even more so when she became an Avenger; one of earth’s mightiest heroes.
Natasha found something in the team that she never really had before; a family. She found a home within the dysfunctional team she had been recruited into.
Not only did Natasha find a family within the Avengers; she also found the love of her life.
Natasha hadn’t even considered the possibility of ever finding love.
For starters, the Red Room had instilled the concept that love was nothing but a distraction; a liability.
She had been taught that love was for children and it was nothing but a weakness that needed to be avoided at all costs.
She was quite literally programmed to be emotionally closed off and to always have her guard up. Letting someone into her heart was a risk she didn’t want to take.
When Natasha gained her independence from the organization, she had to do a lot of self-discovering. She had never been able to be her own person, but now that she could, she quickly learned that she didn’t even know herself.
However, it was Natasha’s insecurities that truly turned her off from the entire idea of love.
How could any ever possibly love her? She thought she was a monster for the things she’d done. She has done the unspeakable since ever she was a child.
What if she wasn’t enough? What if her baggage was too much for someone else to carry? She didn’t want to be a burden. She didn’t want to have to protect someone, just to fail them like she had failed so many others.
Natasha was positive that no one would ever be crazy enough to love her.
Little did she know, she would end up finding someone crazy enough to do so; you.
•❅──────────────── ⧗ ────────────────❅•
When the Avengers were formed, you were extremely nervous about it.
All of the files that you’ve read on your new teammates were unbelievable; they were all phenomenal in their own rights. A super-soldier, a god, a genius, a trained-spy.
You were a spy yourself, so you knew exactly who Natasha Romanoff was. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D legend, the best of the best.
You were more nervous about meeting her than anyone else. What if she judged you? What if she didn’t think you were good enough to be an agent, let alone an Avenger?
Not only was she your superior, but she was also your crush. Yeah, you’d never even met the woman before, but you were crushing on her hard.
She was drop-dead gorgeous, but also quite literally a deadly force. Natasha could easily take down anyone she wanted to, and honestly, you wanted to be one of those lucky people.
When you met Natasha for the first time, you were a flustered mess. The redhead found it amusing, how your cheeks turned a bright shade of red and you stumbled over your words as you praised her work.
Natasha never told you this, but she was immediately smitten the moment she laid eyes on you.
There was a kindness and positivity that just radiated off of you and it was extremely contagious.
You were this beaming ball of light that lit up the darkest parts of her soul.
•❅──────────────── ⧗ ────────────────❅•
You got to know Natasha extremely well while being on the team. From observing her closely and paying very close attention to her actions, you had managed to pick up on little things.
She didn’t put any creamer or sugar in her sugar; opting for strong, black coffee.
She was kind of a clean freak. If she saw something out of place, she would be quick to put it in the correct place or position.
When she was happy, she would let a small smirk cross her features. When she was annoyed, she would raise her eyebrows.
When she was stressed out or angry, three little creases would appear on her forehead as her eyebrows would knit together tightly; a subtle frown on her face.
Of course, when you began dating the redhead, you didn’t really have to survey her so closely anymore because she’d tell you things herself.
No matter the circumstances, Natasha would always come to you and rant about it. Whether it was about how shitty a mission went or how she beat Clint’s ass during training; you were the only person she wanted to tell.
Natasha had opened up to you, something she never did with anyone. She told you all about her past.
•❅──────────────── ⧗ ────────────────❅•
You had some knowledge of Natasha’s previous life, considering it was in her files, but you didn’t realize just how horrible her childhood truly was.
The Red Room, the heavy weight of guilt that rests on her shoulders, the nightmares that forced her to relive the murders she committed, her time as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and becoming an Avenger.
She’d go on and on about her road to redemption or ‘clearing the red out of her ledger.’
Natasha was terrified when she told you about her demons. She figured you were going to leave her the second she finished talking, waiting for you to get up and walk out the door, but you didn’t.
So, you completely caught her off guard when you pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, placing a soft kiss onto her temple, the redhead relaxing in your embrace.
“You’re the strongest person I know. It’s not your fault, you were forced and conditioned to do the things you did.”
Natasha focused on the sound of your voice and took in your words as you softly caressed her red locks with one hand.
“Baby, the amount of respect I have for you is immeasurable. I applaud you for turning your life around for the better. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Your words had brought tears to Natasha’s eyes, which was a rare occurrence.
She was expecting you to run for the hills, but you chose to pull her closer instead.
In that moment, Natasha knew she never had to be afraid of love again.
You were the most understanding and accepting person she’d ever met.
You would never judge her for her worst mistakes; Natasha had found the one for her and she wasn’t ever going to let go.
•❅──────────────── ⧗ ────────────────❅•
Now, a few months later and a year into your relationship with the Russian, you were both lying in bed and cuddling.
You were both watching a movie when a particular scene came on. It was of a family gathering around a Christmas tree, children excitedly opening up presents with gleeful smiles across their faces.
“You know, my sister and I got to take pictures with a Christmas tree once.” Natasha spoke, her eyes fixated on the screen.
You looked up at her in shock. You didn’t know that Natasha had a sister. She told you that she didn’t even so much as know her parent’s names.
Natasha looked down and noticed your confused expression. She reached for the remote on the bedside table and paused the movie before returning her gaze to you.
“There was a mission I was assigned to in Ohio, as a kid. I was assigned to play the daughter of two other Russian spies, Alexei and Melina. It wasn’t just me though, there was a little girl who was assigned as my younger sister. Her name is Yelena.”
Natasha had a reminiscent, happy smile on her face as she recalled the brief period time of her childhood. She looked absolutely adorable as she rambled on about this part of her childhood.
“We took photoshoots of various holidays to make our family look more realistic. My favorite one was Christmas. Even though I knew they were just empty boxes, I wanted to rip open every single one.”
Natasha let out a small giggle at the thought. Even though she had a smile on her face, you could feel and hear the underlying tone of sadness in her voice.
“Yelena and I would spend hours outside, just playing together. Swinging on the swing-sets, looking up at the stars, bending over backward, and getting into a ridiculous competition to see who could hold the position the longest… I always let her win.”
You could see the fondness in her eyes, the longing. It warmed your heart that there was a small glimmer of light in Natasha’s past. There was at least a sliver of hope that she clung tightly onto throughout her time in the Red Room.
“After 3 years, the mission ended. Yelena and I were sent back to the Red Room and were torn apart from one another.
Natasha’s breathing grew heavier as she recalled the unfaithful day. The sight of her sister being taken, and not being able to do anything to help her; still haunted the redhead to this day.
“There were so many men with guns and armor, they literally ripped us away from each other. I was eleven and she was only six.”
Your heart sunk at your girlfriend’s words as her smile dropped. She tore her eyes away from yours as she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, but failed. You reached your hand up to her cheek and wiped away the fallen droplets.
“I haven’t seen her since. I’d like to think that she found a way out and got a life of her own; a nice, happy life.”
Natasha placed her hand on top of yours before looking down at you once more. You sent her a soft smile when she let out a shaky breath.
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“I knew that the it was all fake, but it was still the best part of my childhood. It was real to me.”
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You nodded your head at her words. She took a brief pause, trying to regain her composure, before continuing.
“Even if we have no true relation to one another, and even if I haven’t seen her in years, she is still my little sister.”
Natasha finished off with a big gasp as sobs wracked her body. You sat up from her embrace and pulled her into your arms, just like you had many times before.
You rubbed her back soothingly as she cried into your shoulder, her tears hitting the exposed skin.
“She sounds amazing, baby. I’m really happy that you had some sort of happiness back then and I hope one day you get to see her again.”
You whispered and Natasha pulled away from the hug, still in your arms as her emerald eyes surrounded by a sea of red, a result of her crying.
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“I doubt she’d even want to see me. I didn’t even try to find her. I’m a horrible sister! I-“
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You immediately pressed your lips against hers, effectively getting the Russian to calm down. You broke the kiss when her breathing slowed.
“Honey, of course, she’d want to see you again. Like you said, you guys are sisters. I’m positive that it was just as real to her as it was to you.”
You reassured your girlfriend, her eyes a pool of worry and guilt. You rubbed your thumb against her waist, the material of your her hoodie beneath your touch.
“From what you’ve told me about the Red Room, it would’ve been impossible to find her. Stop beating yourself up over it. You’re the best, and I’m totally not biased or anything.”
Natasha let out a small chuckle at that and you smiled at her, wiping away the last of her tears. She collapsed into your hold further, shoving her face into the crook of your neck.
“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”
Natasha’s words came out muffled as her face pressed further into your skin.
“You never need to thank me for anything. I’ll always be here for you, Natty.”
You hugged her as tight as you possibly could, her cold skin meeting your warmth. Natasha let out a small sigh at the feeling.
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“Wherever you go, I go.”
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