#repeat reblog for new intel sorry

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Hounded [7] 7. Contents Under Pressure

Pairings: Bellamy x OC // Kane x daughter!OC

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, series spoilers

Summary: Athena, Clarke and Raven work to save Finn’s life after finally making contact with the Ark.

Author’s Note: Hii, here is chapter/episode seven! Next chapter is all Bellamy and Athena (Day Trip) and I can’t wait to post that one. I hope you enjoy it anyways! Please remember to note and reblog! It really helps me see interest and therefore update the story more often. Thank you!

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Raven’s voice was faint, repeating the same exact thing over and over again on the bottom level of the dropship. She begged for the Ark to hear her, pleading for their help. All we had gotten so far was static.

Octavia winced, grabbing my attention. “Can you please not space out while you’re stitching my forehead? I’d really like to avoid a scar.”

I smiled slightly. “Trust me, a scar is the least of your worries these days.”

She frowned, her eyes shifting to the floor. “Do you think Finn will be alright?”

“I hope so.” I responded, tying off the stitch and cutting the end with the small scissors that came in the pack. “Clarke will figure it out. She always does.”

“You know her better than I do.”

I noticed Octavia shift in place as I reached over to grab some gauze. Placing it over the wound on her head, I used the little bit of tape Clarke had offered up to stick it on. “You’re good to go.”

Octavia sighed, running her fingers along the bandage. “Thank you.”

“No sleeping for another few hours, alright? Just in case.” I said, as thunder grumbled outside.

“I don’t think anyone is sleeping anytime soon.”

“Probably not.” I sighed.

“Athena!” Clarke’s voice boomed through the dropship.

Octavia stiffened. “You should go, I’ll be alright.”

“Athena!”

I stood from my spot on the floor, grabbing the suture kit before looking down at Octavia. “If you need me at all, call for me, alright? If you feel dizzy or anything-”

“I’ll call for you, I promise.”

I gave her one last smile before opening the hatch and climbing down to the bottom floor. Clarke quickly spotted me across the room, waving me over with her free hand.

“How’s Finn doing?” I asked, placing the suture kit at Finn’s feet.

Clarke averted her eyes. “He’s still alive, for now.”

I noticed Raven’s eyes shift towards us, before focusing back in on the radio. “Calling Ark Station. Please come in. The hundred are alive.”

Suddenly, the radio crackled, a voice coming through. “This is a restricted station. Who is this? Please identify yourself.”

Everyone fell silent, staring at Raven. Her face was pale, her eyes wider than usual. Finally, she responded. “This is Raven Reyes. I’m from Mecha Station. I’m transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive. Please, you need to get Doctor Abby Griffin, now.”

“Hang on, Raven. We’re trying to boost your signal.”

I blinked. “You did it? That’s really the Ark?”

Raven turned her head, smiling, though her eyes were still laced with tears. “It’s really the Ark.”

“Raven? Are you there?” I recognized Abby’s voice instantly.

Clarke’s eyes darted back the radio, a frown forming across her face. After a few moments she took a deep breath, heading over and taking the radio from Raven.

“Mom? Mom, it’s me.”

“Clarke?”

Clarke smiled for just a moment, though it quickly faded. “Mom, I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a Grounder.”

A new voice emerged. “Clarke, this is the Chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?”

“Yes, the Earth is survivable. We’re not alone.” Clarke said. “Mom, he’s dying. The knife is still in his chest.”

“Okay, just give us two minutes.”

“Clarke,” Jaha’s voice emerged again. “Is my son with you?”

Clarke looked at me, her eyes swelling with tears. I gave her a reassuring look and she turned her attention back to the radio. “I’m so sorry. W-Wells is dead.”

Everything fell silent once more, only the static of the radio coming through. Finally, Abby’s voice came through once again. “Okay, Clarke… I’m going to talk you through this step-by-step. Just find-”

The radio cut out for a moment, coming back through in mumbles.

“Raven, what’s going on?” I asked.

She shook her head. “It’s not the radio, it’s the storm.”

“Clarke, we need to hurry.” Abby’s voice was clear again. 

“Clarke!” I turned around, noticing Octavia rushing into the dropship. I hadn’t even noticed her climb down after me. “Here, this should help.”

Clarke headed over, grabbing one of the canisters from Octavia. She screwed open the lid, breathing it in. “Monty’s moonshine?”

“Pretty sure no germ could survive this.”

The dropship began to shake, lightning striking off in the distance.

“The storm is getting worse. Monroe, close the doors.” Clarke commanded.

“We still have people out there.”

Octavia nodded. “Monty and Jasper still aren’t back. Neither is Bellamy.”

“It’s okay, they’ll find somewhere to hide out.”

Before Octavia could argue, Clarke turned back to me. “The suture kit?”

I nodded my head towards Finn’s feet. “Right there.”

Clarke grabbed the kit, pulling out the needle. She then poured the moonshine over it, rotating it to cover every inch of the needle.

“Tell me you can do this.” Raven spoke, moving closer to Clarke.

Clarke looked up at me. “We can do this.”

“We?” I asked.

She nodded. “I need your help. Our mothers work together, you and I used to spend hours together in medical reading those journals.”

“Clarke, I’ve had zero training. Sewing Octavia’s head was hard enough.”

“My mother will give us instructions. I just need your extra set of hands, alright?” I averted my eyes, hoping she’d give up. “Athena, please. I need you.”

I looked back up, noticing her pleading eyes. “Alright.”

“Hey, they’re back!” Monroe called out.

Octavia turned to the door, rushing over. “Bellamy!”

Bellamy entered the dropship first, Monty and Jasper lagging behind, carrying the Grounder from the cave. They dropped his unconscious body to the floor, him handing at Octavia’s feet.

She looked up at her brother, her face red. “What the hell are you doing?”

“It’s time to get some answers.”

“You mean revenge?”

“I mean intel,” Bellamy responded, turning back to the boys. “Get him upstairs.”

I marched over to Bellamy, a frown across my face. “Bellamy, you know she’s right.”

“Clarke, we’re ready.” Abby’s voice came through again. “Can you hear me?”

“Athena, I need you.”

Bellamy’s eyes landed on the radio, his face going pale. I placed my hand on his shoulder, my eyes fixed on his. “Bellamy, this is not who we are.”

I watched as his eyes shifted back to the radio, before landing on me once more. “It is now.” He said, pulling himself away from me and headed up the ladder after Monty and Jasper.

Shaking my head, I turned to Octavia. “Please, just sit down somewhere, alright? I can’t worry about Finn, the Grounder and you all at the same time.” Octavia nodded, heading up to the second level of the dropship.

I walked over to Clarke, standing next to her. “The blade is at a sharp, upward angle. Between the sixth and seventh rib.”

“How deep?” Abby asked.

“I can’t tell.”

“That’s alright, just don’t remove the knife yet.”

Clarke grabbed the canister of moonshine, pouring some into her right hand. She then handed it to me, rubbing her hands together. I did the same, and then Raven.

Abby’s voice came through again, though we were distracted by the fighting of two delinquents behind us.

“Damn it!” Clarke yelled. “Raven, clear the room.”

Raven nodded. “Everyone upstairs. Now! Let’s go!”

Clarke placed her hand on Finn’s body. “He feels warm.”

Raven spun around, rushing back to his side.

“That’s alright, fever sometimes accompanies a trauma.” Abby responded. “Clarke, I need you to tell me if there’s any fluid leaking from the wound.”

Clarke examined the wound. “No.”

“That’s good! That’s really good. You got lucky.”

Raven crouched down, her face close to Finn’s. “Do you hear that? You’re lucky.” She smiled.

“Okay, Clarke… You need to have a firm grip on the knife.” Abby started. “You’re gonna need to angle it upward to the left, very slightly to the left, as it exits the ribcage.”

“How very slightly?” Clarke asked, her voice now shaking.

“Three millimeters. Any more would be bad, any less too.”

“Okay, three milimeters. Got it.”

“You can do this, Clarke.” Abby encouraged her. “You’ve assisted me on trickier procedures than this. Once that knife is out, the hard part is over.”

Clarke nodded, taking a deep breath. “Extracting now.”

Placing her hands around the knife, Clarke began to pull slowly.

“Clarke, he’s waking up!”

My eyes landed on Finn’s face, his body beginning to move.

“Finn, I’m going to get the knife out of you, okay?” Clarke spoke before looking between Raven and I. “I need you two to hold him still.”

While Raven and I held Finn down, Finn strained, trying to keep his body from moving. As Clarke neared the end of the knife, the dropship began to shake again, throwing us all across the room. I watched as the knife tore out of Finn, him falling to the floor in the other direction.

“Clarke! Clarke, what’s going on?”

I lifted my head, noticing Clarke standing with the knife in her hand, her eyes fixated on Finn. He was awake, staring right back at her.

“She did it,” Raven mumbled, looking between the two. “She did it.”

…

The three of us had managed to get Finn back on the cot and Clarke was now finishing up her stitches. “Okay, I’m done.”

“Good,” Abby responded. “Do you have anything to cover the wound?”

“We still have one bandage left,” I spoke up, handing it to Clarke.

“Athena?”

My eyes darted to the radio, my shaky legs rushing over. “Mom? Is that you?”

“Oh, thank God.” My mother cried. “When your wristband went black I-”

“I’m okay, I promise.” I smiled through teary eyes. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, sweetheart.”

“Guys,” Raven spoke, grabbing my attention. “Should he be this pale?”

“He’s lost a lot of blood, Raven.” Abby spoke. “If he’s anywhere near as tough as you though, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

Clarke placed her hand on his forehead. “Mom, she’s right. He’s feverish and his breathing is uneven.”

“You need to give him some time to recover. Let me know if he gets any worse, but I think he might just be out of the woods.”

“There’s nothing but woods down here.” Clarke rolled her eyes. “I need a break.”

“Clarke, wait!” Abby pleaded. “Raven, Athena… Can you please give us a few minutes?”

“Of course-”

“No, no. Raven, stay with Finn.” Clarke responded, rubbing her temples. “Athena, come with me.”

I followed Clarke up the dropship ladder, reaching the top level. Bellamy stared at the Grounder, who was tied up using seat belts we’d salvaged. Clarke pulled herself through the opening, a boy I didn’t recognize stepping in front of her.

“Get hell hell out of my way.”

Bellamy sighed. “It’s alright. Let them through.”

The boy stepped aside, allowing us to pass. I stood next to Bellamy, Clarke approaching the Grounder, who left out a hardy groan.

“Well,” Clarke turned back to look at Bellamy. “If he didn’t hate us before, he sure as hell does now.”

“Who cares?” Bellamy asked. “How is Finn?”

“Alive,” Clarke responded, glaring. “His people will care. How long until they find out where we’re keeping him? What happens when they do? I mean, when they come looking for him.”

“Relax, Princess. No one saw us take him. Thanks to the storm, you couldn’t see a soul out there.” He reached out, Miller handing him a journal. “In case you missed it, his people are already killing us. How many more of our people need to die before you realize we’re fighting a war?”

“We’re not soldiers, Bellamy.” I spoke up. “There’s no way we can win.”

“You’re right. If we don’t fight.”

Clarke went to speak, being cut off by Raven’s cries. “Clarke! He’s seizing!”

“I’m on my way!” Clarke called out, rushing back down the ladder.

I ran down after her, rushing to Finn’s side.

“Get my mom on the radio.” Clarke said.

“The radio is dead. Interference from the storm.” Raven responded, staring at Clarke. “Please don’t let him die.”

…

Finn soon stopped seizing, his body settling in Raven’s arms.

“It’s stopped.” Clarke spoke. “Quick, help me get him on his side.”

I moved into position, noticing Raven remained holding Finn, staring off into the distance. “Raven? Raven, please.”

“There’s fluid in his lungs, he could choke.” Clarke added. Raven snapped back into focus, nodding as she stepped away. Clarke and I then rolled him over, fluids spilling out of his mouth. “He’s burning up!”

“Fluid in his lungs? Does that mean the knife-

“No, this isn’t blood. It’s something else.” I responded, looking at Clarke.

Clarke stared at Finn. “I-I did everything she told me to.”

“Wait, we’ve seen this before.” I said. “Shortness of breath, fever, seizing.”

“Poison.” Clarke spoke, her eyes lighting up.

Raven shook her head. “You sterilized everything, I watched you do it.”

“Not everything.”

Clarke reached over, grabbing the knife. “Raven, stay here.”

I followed Clarke back up the ladder. “They locked the damn door!” Clarke hissed, banging on the hatch. “Open the door, now! Bellamy!”

Finally, Miller opened the hatch, allowing Clarke to pull herself through. I followed close behind, watching as she marched over to the Grounder.

“What’s on this?” She waved the knife in the air. “Answer me!”

Bellamy looked at me. “What is she talking about?”

“He poisoned the blade!” Clarke snapped her head back. “All this time he knew Finn was going to die no matter what we did.”

“What is it?” I asked, moving closer. “Is there an antidote?”

“Athena, he doesn’t understand you.” Octavia spoke, poking her head through the hatch.

“The vials.” Bellamy mumbled, turning around and picking up a small pack. “It’s gotta be here.” He laid them all out on the floor in front of the Grounder.

“You’d have to be stupid to have a poison around for this long without an antidote.” Clarke mumbled, getting on her knees. “Which one is it?”

The Grounder just stared at Clarke, his face never changing.

“Answer the question!” Bellamy yelled.

Octavia pushed her way through the small crowd. “Please, just tell us.”

“Which one?” Clarke asked again. “Our friend is dying down there, and you can stop it!”

My eyes shot to Bellamy, silently pleading for him to do something. He rubbed the back of his neck, moving closer to the Grounder. “I’ll get him to talk.”

He lifted his fist, Octavia jumping in front of him. “Bellamy, no!”

“He wants Finn to die! Why can’t you see that?” His eyes drifted to Clarke. “Do you want Finn to live or not?”

“Athena, please!” Octavia begged. “You said it yourself, this is not who we are. He was protecting me, he saved my life!”

Bellamy shook his head. “We’re talking about Finn’s life!”

“Do it.”

I looked at Clarke, shame written all over her face.

“Clarke, please…” Octavia begged before turning back to the Grounder. “Please, just tell us which one it is.”

Bellamy picked up a knife, using it to rip open the Grounder’s shirt. “Tell us which one it is, or you’ll wish you had.”

“Bellamy,” Octavia pleaded. “Please don’t do this.”

Bellamy grabbed a seat belt, taking a deep breath before swinging it. As it hit the Grounder’s skin, he let out a small yelp, causing me to turn away. 

“Please!” Clarke begged, still on her knees. “Which one is it?”

“Just tell them.” Octavia begged again.

Bellamy placed his hand on Clarke’s shoulder, a tear falling from her eye as she eventually stood up. As Clarke moved away, Bellamy hit the Grounder with the seatbelt once again. 

Each time he’d hit the Grounder, we would plead for answers. Finally, Octavia had had enough.

“Stop it! He’s not going to tell us anything.” She yelled.

“Clarke!” Raven yelled. “He’s getting worse!”

“We’re running out of time,” I spoke, kneeling in front of the vials. “If you tell us, they’ll stop. Please. We just want to save our friend.”

The Grounder simply stared back at me, and I knew reasoning was never going to work. Bellamy sighed, kneeling down next to me.

“Hey, you don’t have to be here for this, alright?” He whispered.

I shook my head, looking him in the eyes. “I’m not leaving until we get that antidote.”

Bellamy stared back for a moment before finally nodding. “Alright.” He stood up. “Maybe this will work.”

I watched as he retrieved a metal pick from the makeshift table. He adjusted it in his hand, looking back at Clarke who nodded. Bellamy took a deep breath, driving the pick into the Grounder’s right hand, causing him to groan once more.

“What’s taking so long?” Raven asked, poking her head through the hatch. “He stopped breathing.”

“What?” Clarke asked, getting ready to run downstairs.

Raven grabbed her hand. “He started again, but next time he might not.”

“He won’t tell us anything.” I said, standing up. “We’ve tried.”

“Wanna bet?” Raven asked, marching over the cables next to Grounder.

Bellamy eyed her. “What are you doing?”

Raven ripped the cables out of the wall, touching them to each other, causing sparks to shoot off of them. “Showing him something new.”

The Grounder began to panic, attempting to move himself away as much as he could while tied up. Raven took the cables, placing the ends of them against the Grounder’s chest as he screamed out in pain. 

“Which one is it?” She yelled, shocking him again. “He’s all I have!”

“Stop it!” Octavia yelled.

Raven turned back to look at her. “He’s letting Finn die!”

Octavia looked to Clarke’s hand, grabbing the knife from her. Without hesitating, she placed the knife against her wrist, pulling it back along her arm.

“Octavia!” Bellamy called out.

I watched as the Grounder’s unwavering calmness turned to panic, him attempting to lunge forward. Octavia stared at him, her eyes filled with tears. “He won’t let me die.”

Bellamy attempted to grab Octavia, her shoving him off before falling to her knees.

“Which one is it?” She asked, using the knife to point at each one. The Grounder nodded his head towards the last one. “This one?” She asked, earning a final nod.

Clarke reached down, grabbing the antidote. “Thank you.” she said before running back downstairs, Raven and I following close behind.

…

After giving Finn the antidote, I went back upstairs to check on the Grounder, a bucket of water in my hand. I placed my hand on his, grabbing the handle of the pick. I looked back up at him, his head turned away from me.

“I’m so sorry.” I mumbled, yanking the pick from his hand.

He hardly made a sound, nothing probably compared to Raven shocking him. I tossed the pick on the floor, grabbing the wet rag from the bucket and attempting to clean his hand, him shutting his fist.

“I need to clean your hand, please.” I begged, trying to pry it open. 

Footsteps came from behind me, Octavia appearing in my peripheral. “Here, let me try.”

I nodded, handing her the cloth and watching as he opened his hand again. Taking a deep breath, I spoke again. “I’m so sorry, Octavia. We had to save Finn.”

Octavia turned her head, looking me in the eyes. “For the record, I saved Finn. Nobody else.”

I nodded, stepping back slightly. “You’re right. We should’ve listened to you.”

“Nobody ever does.”

Not knowing what else I could say to possibly make things any better, I grabbed the pick from the floor, heading back down the ladder and out of the dropship. Looking around, I noticed everyone setting up camp again, repairing any damage from the storm. It was as if Finn almost dying and the Grounder never happened.

“We’ll get it cleaned up.” Bellamy spoke, standing next to me.

I scoffed, walking past him. “I wish this was the only mess we had to deal with.”

“Athena,” Bellamy spoke, grabbing my hand with the pick in it. I spun back around, our eyes meeting. “Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things.” 

We remained staring at each other for a few more moments. I noticed Clarke approaching, slowly, her eyes falling to our still touching hands. I pulled mine away, clearing my throat.

“What are we going to do about him?” Clarke asked, nodding to the dropship. “We can’t keep him locked up in there forever.”

“If we let him go, he’ll come back. Not alone next time.” Bellamy sighed. “Not easy being in charge, is it?”

Clarke sighed, looking away.

Bellamy gave me one last look before heading off to help the others. I placed my free hand on Clarke’s shoulder. “Hey, everything is going to be alright. Our people will be here soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

~

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Begging For You

Summary: Owen and Curt get caught in a sticky situation and get out of it while learning something about each other.

Can you tell summaries are not my forte? Please just give it a try! Pre Canon and Pre Relationship (though they are clearly already falling).

Sorry this is not under a cut, I only have mobile right now. :(

Owen was frozen in place, the cool barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead and their intended target staring at him from the other end of it.

They had gotten some bad Intel and there had been more guards than they were expecting. They had still faired well all things considered. Of course nothing less was to be expected coming from the two best spies of their respective countries.

However the time it had taken them to neutralize a few of the extra guards had given their target time to grab a weapon of his own and get in position to point it straight at Owen while the agent had been taking down a particularly burly guard.

He’d had to throw his own weapons to the floor in the hopes of his shooting being delayed long enough to find a way out. The man with the gun is monologuing to him with a smug smile, but Owen doesn’t hear his words. His mind is going a mile a minute trying to find a way out of this situation alive.

Another voice however, does break through his rapid thoughts and register. “Please don’t shoot him.” He recognizes the voice of his partner, though he has never heard it quite like this before. Usually Curt’s voice is, not loud necessarily, but bold. Full of charm and bravado. Boisterous. Right now it is weak and pleading.

His captor turns slightly to look at Curt allowing Owen to see him as well. He is dismayed to see the final standing guard is behind Curt, he was hoping at least his partner would escape this mess. They are a mere foot away from Owen and this criminal. His mind starts working faster as the man in front of him speaks. “What did you just say to me?” The criminals voice has a touch of incredulity to it.

Curt’s face is slightly bruised and bloody but what really draws his attention is his partner’s eyes. They are filled with pure terror. Owen almost winces as that weak voice comes out of Curt’s mouth again. “Please don’t shoot him.” He repeats.

The criminal’s voice still has that touch of incredulity as he speaks again but it is now accompanied by a note of amusement that makes Owen’s blood boil. “Are you begging right now Agent Mega?”

Owen hears the question but dismisses it. That can’t be right. Curt Mega doesn’t beg. Owen has (unfortunately) seen him tortured for information for hours on end and not even give up his name, let alone beg. He can’t possibly be-

Owen’s thought process stutters to a stop as he sees Curt give a shaky nod. He can’t believe it. He tries to meet Curt’s eyes but the other spy is trained on the gun against Owen’s head. Owen is startled slightly by a bark of laughter from the criminal threatening him. His blood boils hotter.

“That’s cute. Keep going. Perhaps it will have more effect on me if you are on your knees.” He suggests, clearly entertained. That is definitely a step too far though. There is no way that Special Agent Curt Mega, self proclaimed and government (grudgingly) acknowledged ‘Best Spy in America’ is going to get down on some knees and beg for a lowlife criminal.

Except he does.

Without any hesitation that Owen can see.

Curt slowly but purposely lowers himself to his knees, hands in the air, and looks up at Owen’s captor. “Please don’t shoot him. Please.” The American agent repeats for the third time.

Another bark of laughter. Owen’s blood reaches what he thinks has to be maximum boiling point, until he sees his captor reach his free hand out and place it on Curt’s face. “Well isn’t this a sight to se-”

He doesn’t get to finish. Owen is a realist. While he is blown away by and appreciative of Curt’s gesture, he doesn’t believe it will make this asshole change his mind about killing Owen. However, it did provide a distraction. As his captor turned and mocked Curt, cupping his face, he dropped his grip on the gun just a tad.

Just enough.

Owen quickly grabs the gun, immediately bringing it up to the guard behind Curt and delivering a shot to the head before the guard can react and harm either one of them. He then pulls his arms back and brings the barrel of the gun crashing down as hard as he possibly can against his former captor’s temple, sending him to the ground, passed out. Unfortunately, their orders were to take him alive.

The shot he fires into the unconscious man’s leg is non-fatal and arguably unnecessary. However Owen feels perfectly justified as he bends down and wraps an arm around Curt’s waist to help pull him up.

The car ride is silent as they deliver their target to their contact, who quickly takes him off to places unknown. Probably to be interrogated before being thrown in some hole to rot, Owen thought with a vindictive satisfaction that he tried not to look too deep into. Just another bad guy stopped by him and his partner. That was all. A successful mission.

As Owen resumes driving, now heading towards their hotel, he finally speaks up. “Thank you.” He doesn’t elaborate. He doesn’t have to. Curt understands. He sees the American agent nod in acknowledgement in his peripheral vision.

With it being so late their directors both agreed they should stay one more night in the hotel. Treat their wounds (luckily nothing too serious) and get some sleep before packing in the morning to be jetted back to their respective countries.

Owen doesn’t question it when Curt hesitantly crawls into his bed beside him instead of laying down in his own bed across the room. He just shifts to make room for the other and, after a moment of thought, wraps his arms around his partner. There is no complaint or resistance so he relaxes in this new position.

Purely so he doesn’t fall off.

Neither of them speak and Owen eventually hears and feels Curt’s breathing even out, suggesting the American has fallen asleep. Owen stays up, eyes attempting to stay trained on the ceiling, but occasionally glancing down. Body warm and comfortable. Mind futilely willing the night to last a bit longer, just this once.

For some reason, he is really not looking forward to the morning.

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Break Through

Break Through - Kidge Month Day 8 Prompt Fill Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: Third part that goes along with these: [One, Two]. With leads and intel running out, Keith and Pidge take a break from their Garrison investigations to grab a bite and maybe raise their spirits. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

She dragged one hand through her hair and let out a loud, infuriated growl. "How are they doing this?" Her voice came out more as a screech than a shout, which caused her partner to wince a bit. A part of her said she should feel guilty, but the much larger part of her was just pissed. “There’s no way that they’ve upped their security this much in less than two months! I shouldn’t be running into this much trouble trying to track down files!”

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out. We’ve already had smaller breaks in this whole thing," He said, a bit of frustration starting to tinge the edge of his words. He pushed another pin into the cork board they used with more force than necessary, clearly trying to keep a handle on his own irritation.

She glared at him over her shoulder, reaching up to push her hair out of her face. "We've been at this for five weeks and we've gotten almost nowhere!"

He glared back at her before indicating her laptop with one hand. "We know there's a missing audio file; that's a huge step in the right direction!" He glanced back at the cork board to verify where they pin had been placed. It was covered in a maps and photos, with pieces of colored yarn attaching each map to its corresponding photo. She could see the familiar spark of determination in his dark eyes as he observed all they’d discovered so far. "It's only a matter of time before we find it."

She scoffed, feeling no where near as certain as he did. "Unless they completely wiped the hard drive. They wouldn't want potentially damning evidence like that just sitting pretty for someone with a little bit of hacking skill to find. It's a huge liability that they can't afford," She grumbled, closing her laptop and shoving it aside. For as much as she wanted to keep going, a part of her felt so tired. She’d been working tirelessly since two and a half weeks ago, when she’d first found the clue in some confidential emails that there was a final audio log picked up from the Kerberos mission. “The Garrison is run by a bunch of assholes, but they’re clever assholes, Keith.”

Keith stared at her before sighing, setting his hands on his hips and looking down at his boots. "Maybe we need a break to help clear our heads. We can get some food or something,"He suggested, lifting his gaze again to look at her. She didn’t look over at him, though, and instead decided to focus on the tiny hole starting to appear in the old socks she was wearing. "Wanna go to the new Denny's they opened up?"

"Whatever," She sighed, stretching her legs out and getting up.

She toed her sneakers on while she pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail, wanting to just get it over with. Her stomach roiled quietly, clearly thrilled at the idea of food, but she didn’t want to yet. She wanted to stay and work more, try to find an answer. If it was there, surely she could find it with a little more time! But no, just because she was feeling a little frustrated, Keith decided they needed to stop any progress! Did he just not care about the fact that the Garrison was spitting outright lies about what had happened to Shiro, Matt and her Dad? She’d noticed he seemed more interested in whatever strange energy reading he’d been tracing through the desert.

She was silent the whole ride to Denny’s staring at the window, stewing in her resentment at Keith for dragging her out.

Despite it being well after midnight, there was a modest crowd at the restaurant. Not enough people that it looked like they’d need to worry about waiting long for service, but certainly more than she’d been anticipating. Normally when they felt the need for post-dinner-pre-breakfast pancakes, they were the only diners in the place. They had to wait a moment while the server dropped some drinks off at one table before being greeted properly.

He offered them a small smile. He seemed a bit tired, but the smile was still genuine. "Good evening. Just two for you?" He asked as he reached to grab two menus.

"Yes, please. Thanks," Keith said gently. They were led to the dining room and were given a corner booth, with an empty booth between them and another pair of dinners. Pidge immediately scooted in as far over she could, glaring out the window again. While she did that, Keith ordered their drinks and opened his own menu. "You know, sitting there and pouting won't accomplish anything, Katie."

She looked over and glared harder, miffed to find he hadn’t even lifted his eyes from the page to address her. "Maybe if I was at my computer I'd be able to do something,"

"Patience yields focus, you know," He commented casually, tilting his head a bit as he looked over an item. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his words and how completely cliche they were. Where had he heard that from, she wondered. The server returned with their drinks and then headed off again at Keith saying they needed more time. She pulled her own drink over and took a sip, unsurprised at the taste of Dr. Pepper. He knew her so well. "Hmm. If I order some mozzarella sticks, would you have some?"

"Where did you hear the hoakey nonsense?" She asked as she stirred her ice with the straw.

He looked confused, finally tearing his gaze from the menu to look at her. "Well, I'm not hungry enough to eat a full meal and a whole order of mozzarella sticks on my own. Plus, I know you like them, too, so it just made sense to ask,"

"What? No, not about the mozzarella sticks," She said, taking another sip before opening her own menu. She may as well figure out what she wanted for herself, too. "That thing you said just now, about patience and what not?"

"Patience yields focus?" He repeated, clearly confused.

"Yeah, that. Where did you hear that from?"

"Oh, Shiro used to say it all the time, when I'd get pissy about stuff with the Garrison. It... It's helped me a lot through this whole situation, remembering what he said back then," He admitted, suddenly seeming uncomfortable. He tore his gaze down, swiped up his water, and started chugging it, as if trying to wash the taste out of his mouth.

"Oh," She trailed off, looking away for a moment before looking back over at him. And, this time, she really looked at him. She had enough time of knowing him to be able to read his subtle gestures. One hand was gripping his water like he was trying to shatter it, the other drumming along the table. His eyes had returned to fix on the menu, but they weren’t registering the words on the page, cloudy with pain. Her own heart lurched, knowing that look and that pain all too well. She looked back down at her drink as shame swallowed her whole. "I'm sorry."

He perked up in surprise and looked at her, blinking rapidly to recompose himself. "For what?"

"You're going through all of this junk, too, and sometimes I forget that. I need to be more aware that I'm not going through this all alone, that you’re trying just as hard as I am,” She admitted, peeking up at him as she spoke.

"It's okay; it's not like I don't occasionally forget myself," He said, offering her a small half-smile in return. Some of the shame wiped away and she squared her shoulders a little bit more as he returned his attention to the menu, turning the page and looking at the dinner options. "When we get back to the house, we should watch a movie or something. Oh, or we could listen to music and just veg out."

“You mean like we used to do on the Garrison roof?” She laughed.

“Yeah, only way better, because we can play the music as loud as we want,” He said with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, but can you even get your stereo up there? Since, you know, you don’t just use streaming sites like the rest of modern society,” She teased, peering over the different breakfast options. She wanted the mozzarella sticks, but pancakes also sounded really good.

He laughed back and took another, smaller sip from his water. “Oh, please! Your streaming sites are only good when you have internet connection. Having a physical copy of the album to use is a great approach; especially with bands or albums that are particularly great,” He retorted.

She opened her mouth to respond before a thought occurred to her, causing her to gasp. “Keith, you genius!” She squealed, reaching across the table to grab his face and pull him closer.

He looked stunned and stared back at her, blinking slowly, before chuckling. “Ah, made you see the light of day?”

“No, what you just said! That it’s good to have a physical copy of something, in case you can’t access it otherwise! That would also be a great approach when dealing with sensitive materials, such as classified files from a computer? Burning a physical copy to keep tucked away somewhere safe, so that you still have a record of it, to maybe assure that people snooping around on your computer can’t find it?” She pressed further, lowering her voice as she spoke her last few words, not wanting to risk being overheard. They hadn’t encountered anyone from the Garrison in their time off base, but she was still a fan of being safe rather than sorry.

He sucked in a quiet breath, eyes widening. “It’s a huge liability they can’t afford, but they also can’t risk not having it, in case of the higher ups wanting it,” He breathed out.

“Exactly,” She hummed, letting go of his face and slumping back in her seat. Her lips turned up in a grin. “Celebratory mozzarella sticks?”

“Fuck it, let’s go all out. Celebratory mozzarella sticks and celebratory milkshakes,” He said with a smirk of his own.

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Playing with Fire - Part Two

A/N: I did it! For those that asked I did a part two - I also worked it in with my @star-spangled-bingo card and the lovely @shield-agent78‘s writing challenge!  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC Aria Pierce Square filled: Wounded in Battle Photo Prompt from @shield-agent78

Word Count: 1431 Warnings: some violence – French language used

Part One

*Present*

“Aria, let’s settle this,” Steve’s anger was apparent. Aria gave him a smirk, and then leveled her gun at him.

“Avec plaisir.”

“On va voir.”

*Two Months Ago*

Aria had been giving Steve a good cat-and-mouse game. She would pop up in the most random of places and try to goad Steve into a fight, teasing him with ideas of Bucky’s whereabouts. Steve always had Sam at his back, trying to keep him levelheaded and focused on the real task. Sam silently analyzed Aria’s attempts, knowing how much she was getting to Cap and hoping he could glean any information to help his new best friend.

“Steve, Bucky’s been such a pet,” Aria gloated last time. “He’s been so well trained by HYDRA; the kills just get easier and easier.”

Steve held his jaw tight, the tick evident. Sam threw Aria a withering glare. “We WILL find him.”

Her delicate laugh belied the cold heart beneath. “Mr. Wilson, you seem to have such high hopes! I really, REALLY want to see both of your faces when he hunts you down. Sooner than later, I believe.” She gave a mock salute then turned on her heel and ran.

Steve released his jaw to yell in frustration; the nearby wall had a fist-sized hole as the drywall fell in flakes. “How does she…?”

“Don’t worry about her Steve,” Sam calmly laid a hand on Steve’s left shoulder. “Let’s just worry about tracking Bucky. Based on my last coordinates and the lack of intel at the moment, we can go back to Romania and start from there. Or…”

“No,” Steve whispered. He hunched his shoulders. “I can’t do this right now Sam. I can’t...” Steve shook his head, willing the hope to come back, wishing this hunt would be over.

*

Just when Steve was ready to give up hope, noise of the Winter Soldier at the Kenyan border put both Steve and Sam on high alert. “Do we have anyone in the area?” Steve spoke low into his phone.

“Not that I know of,” Natasha replied. “There’s not much of anything there on my map, so why is Barnes interested?” Steve looked down at the map Sam shoved into his view. It seemed like nothing but dense jungle forest. “Ya got me, Nat.”

“I’ll text you if I hear anything more,” Nat hung up. Sam looked at Steve. “Africa it is.”

*

“Could he have picked some place with MORE heat?” Sam mumbled. The new gear Nat had sent did little to cool him off; the red metal goggles matched his wings and retained the rising temperatures making them uncomfortable. Steve kept his eyes moving as he drove the Jeep along the outskirts of the jungle ahead. “Cap, I don’t see anything but trees from up here. I’m coming down.”

Sam glided down next to the Jeep before coming to a full stop. Steve idled, waiting for Sam to slide into the passenger seat. The guys exchanged glances. “Are we going in?” Sam asked. Steve looked towards the trees, pondering their choices. Yelling drew both men’s attention further down the tree line. A glint shown and Steve’s heart leapt in his chest. Hope surged as the glint became stronger and the silver arm with the red star emerged, dark hair and camo following in its wake.

Gunfire erupted from Bucky’s CZ Vz. 61 E Skorpion as he aimed haphazardly into the trees. He stilled before turning to face Steve and Sam. Sam had his Steyr SPP raised, pointed directly at Bucky’s head. Steve kept his hands clear and raised as he spoke, sliding out of the Jeep. “Bucky, it’s me. Steve.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” he sneered. He directed his weapon at Sam. “Not that I care.”

“Bucky, don’t do this. Come with us; we can fix this.”

“Stop!” Bucky’s eyes went wild and he took a step forward. The black paint around his eyes hid the grey-blue Steve remembered. Steve halted, a frown etching his face. “Bucky,” he whispered low, tears forming against his will. Bucky took another step, keeping his weapon raised. Then without warning turned and ran back into the jungle.

Sam had done everything he could think of to keep Steve from throwing himself headlong after Bucky. “Steve come on, we can’t help him if we don’t know where we’re going.” Steve eyed the jungle’s edge one last time before turning to Sam. “Steve, come on. We need to regroup, plan a new strategy. We can get him back.” Sam half-dragged Steve back into the Jeep and drove off. He pulled out his phone as the terrain smoothed out in front of them. “Nat, we need a place to crash. What ‘cha got on hand?”

*

The coastal waters of Greece were cool but enticing. Sam dipped a toe into the gentle waves and sighed. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know how Nat found this hideaway in the middle of Santorini but he wanted to thank them.

Steve sat in the wooden chaise staring into the sun. Smothered from head to toe in sunscreen, he looked like any other tourist. If any other tourist there looked like they had lost their best friend, still haunted by the memories of what used to be. Sam took a seat in the sand. “Steve, just a few more days. We can do this.”

“Oh dear, I do hope you don’t mean this pathetic hunt,” a low sultry voice teased. Her skin was golden tan, her hair highlighted by the sun, as she dropped her gaze over her black sunglasses. “I’ve spent a good part of my vacation making sure Bucky was sent back to the States to take care of,” she glanced at the phone in her hands, “Natasha is it?”

Steve didn’t move, didn’t flinch. His gaze stayed locked on the horizon. Natasha can hold her own, he knew; he witnessed it back in DC. Don’t let Aria get to me, he repeated in his head.

Sam rolled his eyes at the blonde in front of him. “What it is it with you Pierces? Honestly, I’m starting to think you’re all talk. You show up, you talk a good game, and then you run off. Not very threatening in my book.”

Aria rolled her eyes and put her hands behind her back, before unleashing her favorite Glock 19. Pointing right at Steve’s head, she turns to Sam. “Mr. Wilson, I kindly ask that you not speak ill of my family. All families can be…,” she thought a moment, “They can have their differences. You are not to speak badly about them. That’s my job.” Sam sat still. Aria heaved a dramatic sigh and put the gun back where it came from. “Look, just give me a moment and I’ll be out of your hair. I need to get in touch with my assassin anyway.” She nodded curtly at the two and sauntered off.

Sam and Steve both watched her walk away. “If she wasn’t such a crazy bitch, she’d be hot,” Sam joked. “Strike that, she’d be hotter.”

A day later, Nat checked in. “Bucky was definitely here; tried to get into Stark Industries but no one knows why. Gave Tony a chance to test run his nanotech and Veronica but Bucky left as quickly as he came. Any word on your end?”

Steve answered, “Ran into Aria, or rather she ran into us. Made a big deal about Bucky ‘taking care’ of you. So no idea what Bucky was after?”

“Not yet, but Stark’s still taking inventory. With the stuff he has laying around, hard to say that anything’s missing at this point.” Nat hung up.

 *Present*

A gunshot rang out; Steve miscalculated the aim and winced as it dug into his shoulder. Sam took a defensive stance in front of Steve. “Sorry, Cap. Shouldn’t have happened on my watch.” Steve grimaced as he raised his shield to cover the newest flurry of gunfire. Sam shot back and Aria’s men groaned as they slowly went down one by one. Steve heard a set of feet running behind him; he shifted the shield to his other arm preparing to throw it at the newest threat.

Steve blinked as he stared at Bucky. The guns strapped to his body were missing; he no longer had the dark eye mask nor the black garb he had worn while employed by Aria and HYDRA. The dark blue ball cap hung low on his brow; the red Henley strained over his bulging chest and arms. He wore… jeans and sneakers. “Steve?”

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Orphic ( Chapter 2)

Author’s Notes: I really didn’t think this would get much like, but thank you to those who liked, commented and reblogged it. Also this chapter isn’t much since I don’t want the chapters to be to long.  This is inspired by @majunju‘s art which I think is absolutely amazing and I’m also grateful that they were kind enough to share some of their headcanons of their angel/devil au. 

Summary:  What happens when an angel’s case becomes more then she expected? What is she to do when her client’s love interest is the main suspect in Jihyun’s case? The criminal department isn’t willing to let him go. Is she willing to break the rules to help her human to prove that the other is innocent? And what of Jihyun? What caused him to have a change of heart? Had he only sided with them to see them fail or was he truly trying to help them in every way possible despite the secrets she suspects him of having? In her attempt to solve this case, she’ll learn that rumors hold some truths and that secrets could be the only way to ensure the safety of everyone involved.

Upon her dismissal, she is given another envelope with instructions to find an angel by the name of Seven. While she never really met the redhead, she has seen him around. She's heard rumors about him from other angels. Some claimed he was a devil disguised as an angel, sent by the criminal department to gather intel on the cupid department. Others claim he was an angel full of greed that disposed of his twin brother in order to gain the abilities of both an angel and devil. Rumors didn't cloud her impression of him, she only knew him as the angel from the tech department and God's most devoted helper.

"There you are."

Her gaze snaps up toward the silver-haired angel as he met her in the center of the empty hallway.

"I'm so proud of you." Zen catches her off guard by embracing her, congratulating her on becoming a full-fledged angel.

"How did you know?" Her eyes widen in surprise as she asked him. How was it possible that he knew when she hasn't even told anyone?

Zen chuckles, releasing her and retrieves an envelope from the pocket of his jacket, waving it before her eyes.

"Yoosung delivered this to me just a few moments ago." His eyes twinkle with mirth as he turned the envelope over to show her the same case number as the one on her envelope. "From this day onward, we're partners."

Angels hadn't always worked in pairs, but a few centuries ago God had changed the order in which his helpers conducted their work. Aside from taking several tests to attain an internship here, angels were also paired up with another angel by the results of their tests. This was so that the pair would grow to know one another and prepare together for their promotion. Normally the pairs weren't changed, but there were a few rare occasions where some angels just didn't work well together so they were given new partners. The new system aimed to reduce the amount of time angels spent on earth and for partners to help each other.

"Let's do our best." She smiles brightly, holding out her hand for Zen to shake.

The silver-haired angel grasp hold of her hand, smiling softly at her as he repeats her words.

*~*~*

This place isn't at all what she expected. The tech department was located in a different building from the cupid department. It was in close distance to the main building, but she never assumed it would be entirely different since the exterior was the exact replica as the building of the cupid department.

"Well, this is. . . different."  Zen states as they step into the main lobby.

She glances around, awed by the bold colors of the interior. She had grown used to the soft pastel colors of their department which were mainly sky blue and white. The tech department's main lobby was a bright coral and the color of their furniture turquoise.

"Oh, you two must be the new recruits." The receptionist stated as she greeted them with a friendly smile. "Seven said to sent the two over when you arrived."

Before they go, they are given directions on how to find Seven's office. They both thank the receptionist and make their way to where they were told to report.

"This place is quiet."

"It is." She agreed with Zen, the clacking of keyboards could be heard throughout the building.

"Seven usually sends Yoosung with the documents to the main building so I wonder why he couldn't do that today?"

It was true that those who worked in the tech department usually dropped by the cupid department only when God requested them to do so. While the tech department were the ones who gathered all the necessary intel to create a case, it was the communication department that was in charge of delivering any and all documents to the angels that were assigned to the cases by God.

"Are you going in or are you just going to stand there?"

Startled she turns around and finds an angel with shoulder-length light brown hair and eyes the exact same color as his hair.

"Oh . . . sorry, we were-"

"Here to see Seven." He cuts her off, a sigh escaping his lips.

They nod their heads in confirmation, he motions for them to follow him inside.

"Seven! You have visitors!" He announces loudly then glances over his shoulder.  "It's a mess inside so watch your step."

They follow him as he makes his way farther into the room and just as he warned them, the place is a mess. Empty cans and chip bags litter the floor of the dimly lit room. The brightest light came from a computer monitor and hovering before the screen was who she assumed was Seven.

"Why aren't you wearing your beret?" Zen questioned, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I told you before that it's always falling off so I prefer my jacket." The redheaded angel says as he flaps his wings once then folds them against his back, his feet touching the floor as he does so.

Not many angels used their wings while working. It was difficult to actually spread them out in cramped places and especially in crowded areas like the cupid department. So to see an angel using their wings was always amazing. It gave her the chance to see the difference.

"Why is this place a mess, Seven?" The other angel asked in frustration. "I literally just cleaned yesterday."

"I didn't have time to clean, Vanderwood." Seven says as he finally turns to face them.  "And it's not my fault. I was busy helping you."

"Helping me?" The one named Vanderwood glares at Seven. "I'm the one helping you. You're the one who sent me to earth."

"We were told to come to see you for our first mission."  She steps forward, where she could be seen better.

"Oh, you've been promoted?" She confirms his question with a small nod of her head.  "Congrats."

"Thank you." She offers him a friendly smile, one that he returns.

"So is there a reason why you didn't just have someone from the communication department just deliver our case to us?" Zen questioned the redhead.

"Well. . ." Seven began as he shuffles through some files before locating the one he needed.  "I might have pranked Yoosung again."

Zen sighs, glancing at his partner with a hopeless look. She simply smiles, finding it a bit amusing how gullible the blonde always was.

"But enough about Yoosung." Seven states as he hands over the file to them. "This is your new assignment." He points to the small photo of a human girl that was clipped to the top right corner of the folder.  "She's just gone through a breakup with her boyfriend. . ."

This was it. Her first real assignment and she listens intently not wanting to miss any of the details Seven was giving them.

She would finally be helping someone. She couldn't wait to ease a human's sadness, anger or fear.

"Your job is just to observe." Seven informs them, making it clear that they aren't to expose themselves to her.  

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Be More Chill OBCR 💛💊

So the bmc obcr has been out for a bit now, (and I love it so very much) so I decided to write down all of my favourite things it- if not for other bmc fans but for myself. Enjoy reading through everything I love!!!

****This is not finished, but I ran over the character limit so I’ll be constantly updating this on reblogs! Look out for the most recent ones!!!****

(Btw It’s not all new additions to the album but just everything)

Jeremy’s Theme:

I mean. I love the be more chill band so much.

With the universal Be More Chill sound?

How could I not love this!!!!

And the amazing theremin?

(That’s what that instrument is called)

(I looked up ‘electric stick instrument’ to figure out what it was)

It’s just terrific

100000000/10

More Than Survive:

Will Roland’s voice (and Will Roland in general)

How unenthusiastic ‘good morning, time to start the day’ is

The addition of the parts part between Jeremy and mr. heere on the recording

‘Dude!’ (Weight the options)

‘Oh god!’

Will Roland’s voice (and Will Roland in general)

When the whole cast comes in on the third ‘c-c-c-come on!’

The new hallway lines (I’ve literally never noticed him before)

The dramatic music when Rich writes on Jeremy’s backpack

‘Oh! It’s a sign up for the after school play!’ *pause* ‘It’s a sign up sheet for getting called gay’

‘End scene’

‘Christiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine’ (new harmonies+notes ahhhhh!!!!!!)

‘No need to wallow, no’

Will Roland’s voice (and Will Roland in general)

MICHAEL!!!!

Just George Salazar

Just Michael Mell

‘You look like ass, what’s wrong?’

‘My mothers would be thrilled!’

‘That’s... good?’

[I was gonna say] ‘Getting atoned in my basement’

THE CHRISTINE HARMONIES YALL HAVE MY HEART

The band is so incredible I can’t

The ooooooooooooooo harmonies when Jeremy is signing up for the play

‘Gayyyyyy!’

‘I like gay people’

THE WHOLE LEAD UP TO MORE THAN SURVIVE ITS SO SOFT AND GENUINE WILL YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN

‘Whyyyy’

‘And teach me how to thrive’

THE INSTRUMENTS COMING IN AT THAT PART THEN THE NANANANANA’S

I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH THIS PART GIVES ME CHILLS

Will’s bits AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

‘SUR VIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIII VEEE!’

‘GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GOOOOO GO!’

I Love Play Rehearsal

Stephanie Hsu. Just. She’s a queen. No- a goddess

The way she says ‘because it is fun.’

And the pause between ‘because it is fun’ and ‘...I love play rehearsal’

‘not depressed as in like’ bit

MAD GIGANTIC FEELINGS

‘I also have a touch of ADD

where was I?

Oh, right!’

‘The way it works out in the Pla-aa-y’

‘Centre of attention’

‘That was, really one of my best roles’ THAT VOICE💛

‘Do you find that? *pause that Jeremy clearly cant respond in time* Cause I totally find that!’

‘Why-y-y-y-y’

‘I *punch* LOVE *punch* PLAY REHEARSAL!’

‘Hives’

‘Why’m’

‘There’s also a part of me that wants to do this *adorable weird noises* yasss’

‘So I did it *giggles*’

‘My brain is like bzzz, my heart is like wow’

‘And it’s starrrrrting,

starrrrrting

it’s starrrrrrting,

sooooooooooooooon’

More Than Survive (Reprise)

I’m sorry. A NEW SONG?!

I LOVE IT AND THE TONE AND TUNE AND BAND AND WILL

the fact that ‘at least I didn’t have a breakdown, and have to go to the nurse’ suggest that this has happened to Jeremy before I NEED TO PROTECT HIM

Just the whole set up- it’s what touching my hand aimed to do but shorter and wonderful

The Squip Song:

I realise I’ve added this to everything but Gerard Canonico and his voice I love him

The start instrumental

The way he sings ‘girlfriend’ (idk why i just love)

‘Gross’

‘Futile quest’

‘I would trip!’

‘Then then, Then then, Then then, Then then, Then then, Then then, I got a SQUIP!’

‘You got quick?!!’ Jeremy is so excited aw

‘Not quick. SQUIP’

That entire conversation

Just the entire: It's from Japan

It's a gray, oblong pill

Quantum nano-technology CPU

The quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood until

It implants in your brain and it tells you what to do’ part

And of course ‘so... it’s like drugs?’

*deep breath*

‘IT’S FROM JAPAAAAAAAAAAN!’

The techno ness on Rich’s voice

The band

THE HARMONIES

‘Almost hopeless’

‘Yeah, your whole life will flip’

‘Squi-I-I-p’

ALL OF THE SQUIIIIIP BITS WOAH rich GO OFF

Two-Player Game:

Can I just say- one of the cutest songs ever

The part where the intro is all slow after Jeremy and Michael are yelling so excitedly I laugh at it every time

The whole intro sequence basically

The band is amazing

Will and George’s voice’s sound so good together 💛

Michael YOU ARE SO DAMN CUTE

‘pac-man tattoo!’

‘Guys like us!’

‘Listen, bro’

Zombie! Watch out! Ah! Aoh! Awww’

Will’s voice ahhhhHH

‘Dude, I know, I get it!’

‘But we’re not in college’

‘All the same’

‘Ahh! Ohh... ZOMBIE! BLOOD! CLAWS! Pause’

YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE NY FAVOURITE PERSON IS SO CUTE

‘I’m your favworite pwerson’

JEREMY’S CUTE LIL ‘yes! *giggle*’

‘Conquer it!’

‘Two... PLAYER GAME!!!’

THE BAND IS SO AMAZING

‘Two player gammmmmme!’

THE LAST FEW HARMONIES I LOVE

The Squip Enters:

Woah it’s so short but I have so much to say

STARTING OFF BY JUST SAYING HOW GREAT THE BAND AND SOUND DESIGN FOR THIS IS I MEAN WOW

Jason Tam’s Squip voice 💛

‘What the hell?!’

Will’s screaming and yelling and noises I love

Christine is so concerned!!!!!!!

‘Mild?!?!’

Jake. That’s all. 💛

‘Oh- wait. I’m fine. I jus-‘

‘Discomfort level may increase’ *yelling intensifies*

‘Welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processer. Your SQUIP.’

Jeremy is so awestruck and cute

‘You look like Keanu Reeves!’

‘But I can see you may prefer to take instructions from Batman, Beyoncé, a sexy anime cat girl with a tail’ ‘KEANU’S FINE’

‘Can everyone see you?’ ‘I exist only in your mind. All they see is you having an animated conversation with yourself- so don’t do that.’

‘Like in X-Men?’ ‘I can see this is going to be difficult’ OH BURN OH DAMN I LOVE IT WOAHH (really tho this makes me laugh so much every time)

‘You want to be more chill?’

‘Oh, you mean cool!’

‘I do not’

Be More Chill, Pt. 1:

Okay but the Squip enters moves so smoothly into be more chill pt.1 woah

NEW INTRODUCTION ITS AMAZING

The ‘c-c-c-Come on’

THE ENTIRE KEY THAT THE BEW INTRO IS IN THO

THE WAY JASON SINGS ‘outdated’ assffhfkglsherb

‘I’ve arrived now, this is not a drill’

‘Be. More. Chill’

‘wow’ (Jeremy you’re so cute)

‘Oh but I am a masturbator’ ‘we’ll fix that’

‘I thought I was more of a... geek?’

‘Wha- stammer? N- I I I. I don’t stamme-‘

‘Non existent’

‘Buh’ ‘Uh-’ ‘Buh?’ ‘Uh!-‘ ‘No.’ ‘UH!’ ‘Stop.’ ‘DOGH!’

‘Everything about you is so terrible’ ‘Terrible?’ ‘Teribble’ ‘oh’

Jeremy sounds so dejected and sad on that ‘oh’ I need to protect him

‘....makes me wanna die’ *hyperventilating*

‘So DONT freak out’

‘It says Eminem’

‘If you’re so astute, what’d’ya need me for?’

‘I envision a future in which you wear a Eminem shirt and things turn out well’ *foreshadowing*

When the whole cast starts singing ‘everything about you sucks’ you can hear individual voices in it and at one point I swear you can hear George doing some weird voice and I love it

‘Now you try picking a shirt’ ‘That’s a girls shirt’

‘Jerry?’

‘Jerry-me’ or ‘Jerry-my’ (I always think of Jeremy being shocked about Chloe talking to him so he’s just like ‘Jerry? Me!’

‘Oh- Hi, Brooke’

‘You look sexy.’ ‘I cant say that to a hot girl- AOWWW’

‘LOOKING-PRETTY-SEXY-BROOKAHH’

‘No! Yess (????!)’

The entire round part I LOVE IT

‘Just like this HAHA’ SO ADORABLE

‘So who was this mystery girl?’

‘Oh you’ve probably never heard of (SQUIP HELP ME OUT HERE)’

‘Madeline’

‘What.’

‘She’s Fre-e-e-e-e-ench!’

‘She is not French! She just pretends to be for attention’ *radiating disdain*

Brooke is SO CUTE

‘Yeah- I mean- (????!!!!!)’

‘Because she was cheating on me-E-eeee-E-eeee-Eeeeeeh’ (YES I LOVE)

‘Hey. Hamlet. Be. More. Chill’

Leading into do you wanna ride!!!!

Do You Wanna Ride?

Okay but Lauren Marcus is literally amazing

And Brooke is amazing

The way the Squip and Jeremy day ‘Yes!’ At the sane time

‘Mich-ael’

Brooke is trying so hard to be seductive and it’s so damn cute

‘Do you wanna get inside my mothers car?’

‘Ah, hah’

‘We gotta stop for frozen yogurt first!’

When the incredible Katlyn Carson comes in GO CHLOE

Harmonies 💛💛

The band 💛💛

And, of course:

‘PII-IIINNNIN-IN-IN-IN-INK berrrrryyyyy

*giggles* ‘Au revoir’

SHE’S BEING FRENCH TO IMPRESS JEREMY

SHE’S SO CUTE

Be More Chill, Pt. 2

‘Repeat after me’

‘Everything about me is just... terrible’

‘Good.’

THE SQUIP IS SO MANIPULATIVE

‘Everything about you makes me wanna die’

‘Everything about me makes me... wanna die?’

‘Now you’ve got it.’

THE WAY THE BAND COMES IN

‘ABout you’

THE CAST

JASON TAM

‘Cool’ ‘Cool!’ ‘And powerful’ ‘wow!’ ‘And popular’ ‘*giggles* ‘incredible’ ‘woah!’

The accordion thing in the aforementioned section? Amazing

‘You wi-i-i-i-i-i-ill’

‘Be More Chilll! *giggles*’ JEREMY YOU ARE SUCH A PRECIOUS BEAN

*squip, probably face-palming* ‘be more chill’

THE CAST

Sync Up

*ahem* SCREAMING

THIS NEW SONG

IS AMAZING

I

LITERALLY

CANNOT

I have so much to say

Let’s go

First of all, the original more than survive reprise starts us off. I love it

‘C-c-c-Cmon, c-c-c-cmon go g-AHHH!’

‘I’m inside your brain’

I can’t write all of the lyrics as highlights but just know that all of the lyrics are highlights

‘Let’s sync up!’

‘Those facts are not mutually exclusive’

I LOVE HOW THIS SONG SHOWS EVERYONES FLAWS AND FEARS

‘I’m shook, I’m blah, I’m just-’ ‘there-there’ ‘Brooke!’ ‘I’m sorry’ ‘it’s not fair’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘I know’ ‘oh we so sync up’

That entire bit I just

‘But as soon as she shares it, they ignore her’ ‘that’s sad. What should I do?’ *pause* ‘you should ignore her*

‘Up-Up-Down-Down-Left-Right-A’

‘The only controller you need is your mind!’

‘Looks like Jeremy’s killin’’

The electronic ‘lets sync up’ bits

THE BAND IS SO AMAZING THE ELECTRONIC COMPONENTS AND THE EVERYTHING