#so the shitstorm is yet to gain its full power

[akirathedramaqueen]

Octavia's and Blitzø's potential relationship development

I believe that the show, despite Octavia openly hating Blitzø, gives us some hints that they have much more in common than it seems. I’ve noticed a couple of moments where Blitzø and Octavia are… pretty much in sync, if that makes sense.

Here are those moments I’ve noticed… maybe stretched in some places, but! Hear me out!

1. Here, they don’t hear each other, but both are repulsed by Stolas’s obnoxious language and express the same reaction. It’s funny that Stolas is the one calling them out.

[Blitzø]: WHAT [Octavia]: THE [Blitzø]: FUCK [Octavia]: DAD?! S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 4:52

2. They also share a distaste for Stolas’s behavior throughout the episode, albeit in slightly different ways. In fact, this serves as a great demonstration of how deaf and blind Stolas is to obvious social cues at the beginning of the series—he doesn’t stop even when directly asked to do so on multiple occasions.

Blitzø is disgusted by Stolas’s awkward, overly sexual advances and demeaning language towards him and his work.

[Stolas]: You are so cute when you are serious! S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 6:06

Octavia is taken aback by essentially the same. However, she blames both of them, understandably failing to recognize that Blitzø is just as uncomfortable as she is. From her perspective, Blitzø is a homewrecker who contributed to destroying her parents' marriage.

[Stolas]: You know, it's quite thrilling to see you on the job, Blitzy.[Blitzø]: Save it, bitch, I am working. [Octavia]: You both need to get a room. S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 8:20

3. They share the hate for the same clown!

[Blitzø and Octavia]: I hate that fucking clown. S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 8:50

4. They seem to have similar tastes in music! The song My World Is Burning Down Around Me, which Octavia plays to tune out Stella’s screaming, is also heard in Blitzø’s van when he comes to pick up Loona in the Queen Bee episode, although it’s only instrumental. Here, have a look. If, for some reason, the service with the timeframes isn’t working, I’ll also provide the timings in writing so you can check it yourself on YouTube.

Octavia turns on the song, and for a while, we can hear the lyrics before it fades into the background as the scene shifts to Stella yelling at Stolas and later to Stolas’s conversation with Octavia. S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 2:52 - 3:50

The song’s instrumental version can be heard when Blitzø’s van arrives, and the background noise at Queen Bee’s club is different, so there’s no chance for misinterpretation. It is the music Blitzø’s was listening to. S1EP8, Queen Bee, 8:20 - 9:14

5. Haha, they freak out in the same way in the Seeing Stars episode! I know it’s probably just a stylistic choice to transition from Octavia’s initial experience with LA to Blitzø having to contact Stolas and explain what happened. However, I might be indulging in a bit of wishful thinking, suggesting that this similarity in their stress responses could have some deeper meaning.

S2EP2, Seeing Stars, 4:42

So-o... What am I trying to say with all these points I've made?

Like the kind of delulu who yells, "Ghostfuckers, save us!" (we know Viv, we know how trying to put our hopes up ends, haha), I draw a complete unhinged card and I am going to make a very bold claim:

I think that once Stolas and Blitzø finally get their shit and themselves back together, and Octavia realizes there’s much more to the story than, “Oh, it’s just horny dad cheated on my mum with a red lizard dickhead and my dad ruined my family,” Octavia could actually bond with Blitzø quite nicely, and he would make a good second dad to her! Well, don’t get me wrong. She might never want to take it to that level. Also, we don’t know how things will turn out, nor do we know her relationship with her mum, Stella.

But I do believe that their parallels were thrown in for a reason. Despite the circumstances, they can, and maybe will, be on much better terms than they currently are.

Go on, call me delusional and leave me be in my complete denial corner. <3 I admit I do tend to forget the current state of the Stolitz relationship in the series, as in my world, where I’m prioritizing my time working on that fic, they are finally together. I am bitter-sweetly excited that @tealvenetianmask and I are slowly but surely getting close to finishing it. :)

(Yes, yes, it was shameless self-promotion—sue me for the unlawful use of a speculatory-analytical post space to promote our version of Stolitz working hard to sort out their issues post Apology Tour and having some silly and horny fun along the way.)

[talesmaniac89]

Stupid choices

Summary: Dean x Reader: The reader is angry and worried after Dean gets arrested during a hunt and she has to bail him out.

Word Count: 1552

Triggers: None really

Y/N = Your name Y/H/C = Your hair colour Y/E/C = Your eye colour

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You were fuming. Like full on, two seconds away from having cartoony steam blow out of your ears, fuming as you stormed back towards the Impala. The Winchester brothers followed behind you, at a safe distance from the impending disaster that was your pressure cooked anger. You’d done some idiotic things in your life, sure. But this… This was beyond stupid.

Reaching the car before Dean and Sam you turned forcefully on your heel in front of Dean’s baby and put your hand on your hip as you sent the oldest of the Winchester duo your best angry glare. The big kid had somehow managed to go and get himself arrested. During a fucking hunt. Sure, those kind of things sometimes happened in your line of business. But this time it was just because he decided to test the locks of the local morgue instead of listening to you and call in a favour from Bobby which would’ve gotten you in the doors the more or less legal way.

Thank God the arresting officer had been lazy with the paperwork, if not he would’ve probably found Dean’s record. Including the not so tiny footnote on it that detailed your small group’s inclusion on the FBI most wanted list. If he had then you definitely wouldn’t have been able to bail the damned sexy bastard out of jail.

“I can’t believe you Dean Winchester!” Your voice was loud in the cold evening air as you finally exploded. “I told you to fucking call Bobby and what did you do instead? You got yourself arrested, during a damned hunt!” In front of you Dean barely reacted. The younger Winchester however, flinched a bit before taking a few steps to the side out of your direct line of fire. Sammy was a smart kid, smarter than his big brother when it came to dealing with your anger at least.

“We needed the info…” Dean started, though you had no plans on letting him finish.

“And we would’ve gotten it either way! There was no reason for you to go and get yourself arrested. Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Your question stayed unanswered and you didn’t allow for even the smallest of pauses before you continued yelling at the adorably idiotic man in front of you. Dean was always the first to put himself in harm’s way. Always the first to play martyr to protect Sammy and you. You knew that, but that did nothing to cool your anger. “If that stupid police officer had been doing his goddamn job we wouldn’t have been able to get you out! He would’ve contacted the FBI for god’s sake,”

“It’s fine though… He didn’t…” Dean tried again, throwing a helpless look towards his own little brother in an attempt to gain some backup from the kid. But oh no, that wasn’t going to happen. Not when Sammy was just as furiously worried as you were. And NOT when you were in the middle of your best angry suburban mom act.

“You don’t get to look to Sam for help Dean. He’s on MY side,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest and throwing your (Y/H/C) hair over your shoulder. “You fucked up Dean, and you could’ve been caught by the FBI. What you did was beyond stupid,”

“Babe,” Dean voice was soft as he took a step forward. Stupidly believing him acting cute as fuck would make you give up on the fear induced anger that still rested in the pit of your stomach. Steadily fueled by the thousand possible situations that could’ve gone down if you hadn’t bailed him out as quickly as you had.

“Don’t you fucking babe me, Winchester,” You said, lowering your own voice to stop from dragging innocent bystanders into your fight as you stayed your ground. “What were you even thinking? Did you somehow lose your fucking mind during the half hour we split up to gather more intel?”

“No, I just thought…” Dean‘s shoulders slumped and his green eyes locked pleadingly with yours. Still somehow believing he could puppy dog his way out of the whole shitstorm he’d caused. Hell, if nothing else the hunter definitely had an overly positive view of the situation if he thought you’d give up that easily. He’d half scared you to death, and that was no easy feat.

“That’s the problem! You clearly didn’t think,” You snapped back, catching Sam’s nod in agreement from the corner of your eye as you kept your back straight and your eyes hard.

“But you still love me right?“ The stupid fool was persistent, you’d give him that.

“Of course I fucking love you!” Your yelled response was probably not what he’d expected, but Dean still looked happier than he had since leaving the police station from your angry expression of love. “You just… You know what? Get in the car, we’ll talk more when we get to the motel, I’m not done with you yet you fuckin’ idjit, but I need a beer,” You said as you used your chin to gesture for the two other hunters to get in the Impala, your arms still folded and (Y/E/C) eyes still burning with barely veiled enraged worry.

“Good… Yeah… Alright,” Dean, the adorable fool, seemed to believe your change of location and confession of love meant the worst of it was over. Hell, hurricane (Y/N) had just started on her rampage and he was just in the eerily calm eye of the storm at the moment, a rerun your thunderous protective rage was sure to return as soon as the motel room door closed behind you.

Yet, before you could point this out to the overly positive hunter in front of you, his actions made your mind change its course. Taking another step forward towards you and the Impala, Dean stretched his hand out. As if he was looking for a shake or a fucking high five.

“What are you doing?” You said, looking from the hand to the infuriatingly handsome hunter it was attached to. Momentarily losing your angry tone as you stared at the man in front of you, his clear eyes clearly expecting you to do something though you couldn’t fathom what.

“Uhm… Keys?” Dean asked, hand still outstretched as if he was actually expecting you to hand over the keys to the Impala and let him drive home. Oh hell no, you weren’t having that.

“No way in fucking hell Winchester,” You scoffed, turning your back on his outstretched hand to  throw open the door to the back seat of the sleek ebony power car. “You acted like a child. Kids don’t fucking drive. Now get your ass in the back seat and shut up until we’re back at the motel,” You said your hand shooting out to point him in the direction he needed to go whilst your other hand rested securely on the frame of the door.

“Sweetheart…” Dean started as he looked from the back seat with thinly veiled horror and back to your fuming stance.

“Don’t you sweetheart me either Dean! You had me fucking worried. Hell, worried doesn’t even begin to cover it. So you get in the car, now, and you shut your pie hole,” You said as you repeated your slightly aggressive imitation of a door man. Your move faltering as the hunter broke into a smile next to you, not moving towards the actual door you were gesturing towards. “Why the hell are you smiling?”  

“I don’t know… Somehow, you yelling like this because you were worried about me…” Dean said, his smile gaining that slightly twisted edge it got as it morphed into one of those unfairly sexy smirks that only the older hunter knew how to pull off. That smirk did thing to you. Weak kneed, dirty thought things, and he knew it. Yet, you stayed your ground and kept your jaw locked as you responded.

“Yeah?!?” You said, anger still evident in your voice as you raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with that one.  

“It’s kinda hot,” The older hunter grinned, raising his eyebrows as you with a smile so blinding that if you weren’t still worried and angry you would’ve melted on the spot. But there was no way he was getting out of it all that easily.

“Just get in the fucking car you idiot,” You sighed as you rolled your eyes and threw your hands up in the air, giving up on teaching your boyfriend anything. Walking around the car you shook your head at the darling idiot that was finally meekly sliding into the back seat. Allowing yourself a small smile when you were temporarily out of his view, you sighed before opening the door and sinking into the driver seat. “And just so we’re clear, this is not over. If I have to keep you up all night, I’ll make you understand how big of a fucking idiot you were tonight,” You threw the words over your shoulder before putting the key in the ignition and bringing baby back to life.

Dean’s smirked “yes ma’am” at the unconscious innuendo in your words, was lost to the roar of the Impala as you drove towards the motel.

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