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crescentblossom66 · 2 years ago

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Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 7 Part 2

TW: Minor character death

“Ugh...what's wrong now!? I ain't got no time to deal with yer idiocy, you peck necks!” The ear-deafening, screechy voice of the leader of the Leowles could be heard very loud and clear through the other end of the communicator.

Now or never, Bow thought, as she prayed that the chip work as intended. She calmed her nerves and tried her best to think and talk like on of the metro owls. “S-Sorry, boss, I-I know you're busy, but we got a small problem with the train.-”, she could hear a menacing low growl from the other side and her words slowly trailed off, thankfully that was in character. “-It just...s-stopped here at Crowwing-Station.” Crowwing station was just inside of Leowle territory, the DJ thought it would be the easiest station to pulled this off without alerting to many enemies. It helped that the Conductor, like his name suggested, was very fond of the trains and always made sure that they ran properly, according to the intel some of the stealthier penguins had gathered, he would maintain them himself.

“Alright, clean yer ears, lad, I AINT GOT THE TIME!” Bow had to take the small device away from her ear, even her three comrades flinched at the volume.

This wasn't good, she really needed to think of something. “It's making some awful screeching noises whenever we try to turn it on and I think we're slightly...tilted?”

“Yeah, Boss, one of the front wheels is broken, I think.” Dave tried to chime in, Bow frowned at his attempt, but it got the old owl to think, as he was now oddly silent.

“We can't fix it ourselves, but you know, a train out of commission is bad for the business, right?”

“...FINE! I'll come over and take a look, this better not be somethin' easy ta fix like a broken pipe or somethin'. Where did ye say yer were at?”

“Crowwing-Station, s-sir.” He switched the communicator off with out replying, and Bow and the penguins all let out deep sighs of relief.

“How are these owls dealin' with that loud imbecile.-” One of the penguins started, “-my ears are still ringing.”

“Man, I'm glad that DJ Grooves isn't like that, I think I'd have a heart attack every time I have to talk to him.” Dave and Bow nodded.

“Okay, back on track. He should be here in about 10 minutes.” Dave produced a very cheap phone from his jacket and dialed the number for the police.

Bow let Dave handle that call and stepped out of the train, she grabbed the metal bat and hit one of the front wheels as hard as she could a couple of times, she admired her work for a moment as the others joined her. The wheel was now dented and completely misshapen. That should suffice in making this a bit more believable when the yellow-feathered leader would arrive.

“Alright, cops are on the way, we should scram!” Dave told Bow, who got up to check if everything was set up properly. Jewels in train...check, Conductor on the way...check, police on the way to bust him...check.

“Head on without me, I'm gonna keep watch to see that everything goes according to plan.” The two other penguins nodded and ran toward the parked cars, Dave wanted to sprint away too, but turned around one last time.

“Be careful, Bow, we need you back in one piece, sis.” Bow gave him a thumps up and a wink before running toward a house near the station to observe the scene.

Hattie scrambled back up the vent and moved through it carefully, as she presumably exited that room and was just above the hallway, she stopped when she heard voices. They were muffled due to the insulation, but she could make out a few words.

“_ow is __ goin_, _oss?” A fairly high-pitched voice asked, and a low pitched one answered.

“A b_t too g_eat, _ar__ng, lots of p_tron_. I hop_ the p_an _or_s.” Something about the patrons and something that she couldn't quite get, it sounded serious though. It wouldn't matter anyway everyone here would soon be dead. She waited for the voices to get quieter for a moment, thankfully they were moving away it seemed.

When she exited the vent and climbed back down, she looked over to the crowd of people, people that would likely become casualties in the explosion. She averted her eyes and focused them on the exit. The most important part was that almost all of the Penguiads would be eradicated, and the few stragglers that remained wouldn't be able to do anything, as long as their leader died.

The brown-haired girl clambered over the dusty speaker cables, that was when she almost failed her mission. A long thin strand of dust tickled her nose while she pulled herself up and through an opening between cables,

“ACHOO!” She panicked when she heard a slurred voice say:

“Bless you.” Followed by footsteps that went from the front of the speaker in her direction, she hurried through the remaining cables and waited for them to turn around the corner. In his drunken state the penguin that came to check where the sneeze came from couldn't react fast enough when two small arms grabbed him violently by the throat and yanked him behind the big sound box. The last thing he saw were cold blue eyes, right before he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Due to the loud music no one but Hattie heard the loud crack that the cervical vertebrae of the penguin made as she snapped his neck. This time the girl didn't dwell on it, she kept telling herself that it was the right thing to do and proceeded toward the exit.

Enrique and Noah must have been able to get rid of the two penguins at the entrance making it easy for her to slip out and get away unnoticed. Crowwing-Station was the closest between their territory and that of the Penguiads, she decided to go there, this whole district would be lit up with alarm sirens in a few minutes, and she really didn't want to be anywhere near when that happened.

“Don't ye worry, lass. Just gotta go out fer a moment.” The yellow feathered leader of the Leowles grabbed his heavy leather coat before leaving to check out what those peck necks did to one of his beloved trains. It would slow him down a bit, but the extra protection it offered more than made up for that inconvenience.

“What I don't do ta keep this business goin'”

The owls at the central station avoided looking at him and stayed out of their leader's path lest they risked getting yelled at or insulted or worse, stabbed. He contemplated taking his favorite train there, but decided against it, he'd probably kill someone if it got even a scratch. Instead, he took one of their beat up, ill-maintained cars, that were hardly ever in use to begin with. It shouldn't take him long to assess the damage and figure out how to fix it.

When he arrived the supposedly broken train was at the station, just like they told him. While he slowly approached, he wondered where the owls were and assumed that they were probably somewhere at the front, cowering in fear from his wrath or something. He scoffed when he noticed one of the front wheels being horribly dented, he honestly wondered how they messed up so bad that the whole wheel looked like it got hit by a sledgehammer. The longer he looked at it the angrier he got, so he decided to go inside to find those wretched cowards.

“Quit hidin' ye peck necks and get over 'ere!” The ear-like feathers on the right side of his head twitched in annoyance, as he got to the front, they rose in shock instead, as he saw the dead bodies of the owls that were assigned to this train. Something glittered on the seat, he assumed that it were shards of the broken windshield, but when he took a closer look he found that it were in fact jewels.

His non-visible eyes widened with realization, that was also the moment he heard the sound of sirens that increased in volume which caused the owl to bolted out as fast as he could. He already knew that he was too late when he saw the red and blue lights and a mere second later, the car routed the corner and shined its bright headlights on him.

The owl rose his arms in defeat before looking over in the direction of the night club “Well played, DJ Peck neck, well played...but this isnae over.” He mumbled, as the police men exited their vehicles to arrest him. He knew that the lass wouldn't fail him.

Even though the cold iron shackles that would remain on his wings for years to come, that were so tight that they started to bruise him, the yellow owl still smiled as the ground shook, people started screaming in sheer terror and a part of the entertainment district went up in flames.

'We're in big trouble, boss! The Leowles caught wind of our plan, they ambushed us!'

'I-I'm scared, grandpa...I think...we're all gonna die.'

Bow's sobbing and crying voice tormented his thoughts. His mind conjuring up a multitude of horrible outcomes for the mission. Not even loud music or the company of the penguins managed to distract him from these ever worsening daytime nightmares.

He ran a flipper through his big afro and took a deep breath. He attempted to rid his mind of those detrimental thoughts in which his penguins were screaming in fear and running for their lives, while Bow tried her best to fend off wave after wave of owls that hurt her more and more. Instead, he tried to focus on the bitter scrunched up face and the deep scowl of his much hated enemy, after the cops cuffed him and stuffed him behind bars for the rest of his miserable life.

A small smile lingered on his beak as a door swung open and almost slammed in his face, the perpetrator being none other than the, still a bit shaken but now at least a bit better, Marcus.

The smaller penguin almost dropped the plates with food he had been carrying when he noticed that he almost hit the DJ. “How is it going, boss?”

“A bit too great, darling, lots of patrons. I hope the plan works.” The smaller penguin followed him down the hall, at least a small conversation would get his mind off things, he figured.

“You worry too much, boss. I'm sure it's going to be fine. Bow is a smart kid, and you spent hours working on this plan, no way is it going to fail.” It was good to see the smile that had been absent from his friend for what felt like years.

This penguin...this penguin who got traumatized by his failure, that had seen countless comrades die, who still trusted him and was supportive of him despite all of that, almost made him cry. “Thank you, darling, you're right. I should trust Bow and the others.”

He continued to talk to Marcus for a while before the latter had to go and served the tuna sandwiches that had nearly ended up spilled all over DJ Grooves clothes, a fiasco he was glad he avoided. That was also when the DJ noted that he hadn't eaten anything aside from breakfast the day prior. Since those sandwiches looked very tasty, he decided to make one for himself, so he went to the communal kitchen to get some.

He absentmindedly started to hum a little song to himself, as he opened the cupboard to get a plate before cutting two slices from the loaf of bread that Marcus must have forgotten to return to its proper spot. The tall bird tapped his chin in thought of what condiment he should use. Ketchup?, no, they only had the awful-tasting store-brand one that everyone but him loved for some indiscernible reason. A cold shiver ran over him that nearly made him nauseous when the thought of mayonnaise crossed his mind, how anyone ever could eat a product made primarily out of eggs was repulsive. With no other option he went with ranch.

As he went to get a new can of tuna from the storage room, he took note of the time, 03:30am, he started to worry a bit since 40 minutes had already passed since the start of the mission, but he assured himself that it was still fine. As if on cue, Dave and his crew barged in through the back doors and swarmed him. With glee and excitement they informed him that everything went according to plan, that was all he could take away from it anyway as they were talking over each other with wild exuberant gestures. He had to send them away for now so they could calm down a bit, their shouting was giving him a headache.

He resumed humming a tune to himself, now even louder and happier. His good mood shifted into unease when he heard a quiet ticking noise coming from the shelves as soon as he entered the storage room. It made his feathers stand on end. He approached the shelf, praying that it was just a hallucination created by his overworked mind. The plate clattered to the floor as he moved a can and found four red numbers ticking down mercilessly.

Even though he had seen it coming, it still took him a moment to fully comprehend what the item was that was now showing the numbers 07:21. He could hear his subordinates talking outside the room, which snapped him out of his trance. He needed to get the penguins out now!

He bolted out of the room and ran to the microphone at his turntables. “Everyone evacuate the building immediately, there is a bomb on the premises! I'm not joking, get out at once!” Some of the penguins near the entrance opened the doors wide as the guest tripped over each other in panic, pushing and shoving each other around. He watched them leave for a moment before remembering that there were still a few Penguiads backstage. He dropped the mic, not caring about the terrible shrieking noise it made as it hit the floor.

The penguins in the backrooms got startled and ran for their lives as soon as he tore the doors open and explained the dire situation in one sentence. He ripped open door after door in the long hallway, fear seeping further into his bones with every second that passed.

When he finally checked every room, he, too, sprinted for the exit as fast as his legs would carry him. The DJ routed the corner his shoes screeching at the sharp turn. His eyes were looked on the exit, almost there.

When he felt a singing heat, more painful when everything he had ever felt before ,as he got ripped of his feet.

Hattie ran toward the station checking her watch again, 03:43, just four more minutes until the Penguiads were no more. She stopped running instinctively due to the sound of an all too familiar siren filling the air. She ducked down and saw them head toward the station.....wait the station.

“CONDUCTOR!”

He went there, didn't he? He had said so right before he ended the call. She ran to the building closest to the station and made her way on its roof, at the same time, she tried multiple times to call him, but he didn't pick up.

Her blood froze in her veins when she spotted the silhouette of a very familiar young girl observing the scene that played out below.

#dead bird metro au #ahit fanfic #a hat in time #ahit #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #inspired by an au from #@the confuktor

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pain-in-the-asguardian · 3 years ago

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(On A03 here)

15 November 2018

[To: Phones]: Just you wait. Imma find you yo.

[To: Phones]: Ill bring you back.

[To: Phones]: You gotta hang in there

16 November 2018

[To: Phones]: That Reaper did something dammit. Its like only me an Shiki remember you.

[To: Phones]: But dont worry once I get ya back well fix this.

[To: Phones]: Gonna scour Shibuya till I find out whats goin on.

17 November 2018

[To: Phones]: You better be alive Phones.

[To: Phones]: Ya know what I mean…

18 November 2018

[To: Phones]: AARGH

[To: Phones]: Aint no sign of any Reapers. They gotta be here.

[To: Phones]: Ill figure this out

20 November 2018

[To: Phones]: Aint stopped searching. I know you out there

[To: Phones]: I can feel it yo. You can too right?

[To: Phones]: We still synced I know it.

22 November 2018

[To: Phones]: still looking

[To: Phones]: Are you even getting these

[To: Phones]: Aint matter…

[To: Phones]: Your number ain’t showin as disconnected. Thats something.

13 November 2018

[To: Phones]: I guess this ain’t a normal Reapers Game. Youd be back now…

[To: Phones]: Not like any of us expected it to be.

25 November 2018

[To: Phones]: Had a weird dream.

[To: Phones]: Like I was figthin by your side again. But I aint know where it was.

[To: Phones]: Not Shibuya.

29 November 2018

[To: Phones]: Still nothing. Aint gonna stop me.

[To: Phones]: I miss you… (unsent)

1 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Still looking.

5 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Raining. Skating in the rain kind of sucks.

7 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Had that weird dream again.

[To: Phones]: I know that means you still out there.

10 December 2018

[To: Phones]: You better be hanging in there.

[To: Phones]: I aint think it was gonna take this long.

[To: Phones]: Even if ya got screwed over like our Game… you should be back by now right?

[To: Phones]: They really pulling some shit.

[To: Phones]: I can’t stand it yo.

15 December 2018

[To: Phones]: It actually snowed a bit. Weird.

[To: Phones]: Maybe one day Ill learn to snowboard.

17 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Had to take a family holiday photo ugh.

[To: Phones]: If the Reapers is looking for more ways to torture people

[To: Phones]: That’s one of them.

20 December 2018

[To: Phones]: It’s COLD. I hope it aint like this where you are.

23 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Dont think Im giving up yo.

[To: Phones]: Had that dream again.

24 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Rhyme made like 300 Christmas cookies.

25 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Merry Christmas

[To: Phones]: I ate too much

17 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Dammit where ARE you.

1 January 2019

[To: Phones]: New year new chances to find you.

5 January 2019

[To: Phones]: You holdin up?

10 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Still cold.

17 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Shiki and Eri’s are gonna try selling their stuff

20 January 2019

[To: Phones]: IM GONNA FIND YOU DAMN IT

[To: Phones]: I can still feel it. I know you there even if you aint get these.

23 January 2019

[To: Phones]: You got Partners again? I hope you ain’t alone…

[To: Phones]: It’s been so long

[To: Phones]: But these are still going through…

[To: Phones]: And I can still feel you. I know thats what this feeling is.

27 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Aint giving up

[To: Phones]: I miss you. (unsent)

[To: Phones]: You should be here by now (unsent)

1 February 2019

[To: Phones]: Shiki and Eri’s stuff is really takin’ off.

12 February 2019

[To: Phones]: Sorry school and shit getting to me

[To: Phones]: Even if I aint check in Im still here

[To: Phones]: And still looking

20 February 2019

[To: Phones]: You better be kickin Noise and Reaper ass yo.

3 March 2019

[To: Phones]: Rhyme is really into computers now

[To: Phones]: I ain’t understand shit.

[To: Phones]: At least she aint talk like Tabooty

17 March 2019

[To: Phones]: You better be ok.

27 March 2019

[To: Phones]: I totally aced a test today!

29 March 2019

[To: Phones]: That dream…

[To: Phones]: Where ARE you (unsent)

5 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Still looking

12 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Thought by now I’d track down at least one Reaper yo.

[To: Phones]: Aint like Pixie Chick blends in

20 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Damn it Phones where the hell are you

[To: Phones]: Shibuya feels like its moving on

[To: Phones]: Its just wrong yo.

27 April 2019

[To: Phones]: I know there’s Reapers in the RG

[To: Phones]: I swear I’ll find ‘em and make 'em talk.

5 May 2019

[To: Phones]: Is this hopeless? (unsent)

[To: Phones]: Well I guess we know who’s got the higher Noise Erased count now.

20 May 2019

[To: Phones]: I think I’ve memorized every side street and alleyway in this city.

[To: Phones]: When you back Ill be able to show you around blindfolded.

2 June 2019

[To: Phones]: HOT.

13 June 2019

[To: Phones]: People really love Mr. Mew

[To: Phones]: Shiki an Eri might be getting an actual shop to sell stuff in.

24 June 2019

[To: Phones]: I want to go to the beach.

[To: Phones]: You ever gone there?

[To: Phones]: Can’t imagine you in trunks.

[To: Phones]: akljf;ds

5 July 2019

[To: Phones]: How you holdin up

18 July 2019

[To: Phones]: Who decided hot and sticky was a good temperature for anything

29 July 2019

[To: Phones]: I aint giving up you better not either.

1 August 2019

[To: Phones]: Rhyme is scary good with computers. She said something about hacking. Should I be afraid?

17 August 2019

[To: Phones]: Guess who fought a cicada.

22 August 2019

[To: Phones]: The hell is with these dreams.

5 September 2019

[To: Phones]: I ain’t know how many times Ive walked the same streets.

6 September 2019

[To: Phones]: Dont think that last text means I given up. I aint.

20 September 2019

[To: Phones]: This city has changed so much. So many new places.

[To: Phones]: Can’t wait to show you.

1 October 2019

[To: Phones]: How many Noise you beat by now?

10 October 2019

[To: Phones]: Everyone wants to go to Shibuya Halloween this year.

31 October 2019

[To: Phones]: THIS WAS A BAD IDEA I AIN’T NEVER SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE.

[To: Phones]: It took 45 minutes to leave the station and get across the Scramble.

[To: Phones]: We were all bullied into wearing Mr. Mew costumes.

[To: Phones]: Rhyme wants me to clarify that only I was bullied.

7 November 2019

[To: Phones]: Really hoped with all those Halloween vibes that maybe something would turn up.

[To: Phones]: All that stuff about ghosts and shit.

[To: Phones]: Still nothing.

20 November 2019

[To: Phones]: I ain’t giving up.

1 December 2019

[To: Phones]: It’s December again…

19 December 2019

[To: Phones]: You really gotta see all these lights

[To: Phones]: One day.

20 December 2019

[To: Phones]: No escape from Family Holiday Photos.

24 December 2019

[To: Phones]: Too many Christmas cookies.

25 December 2019

[To: Phones]: Merry Christmas kick some Noise ass.

1 January 2020

[To: Phones]: This will be the year.

1 February 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok so maybe it wasn’t the month. But it’s still gonna be the year.

4 March 2020

[To: Phones]: Im sorry I couldnt find you sooner (unsent)

[To: Phones]: This is takin longer than I thought.

17 March 2020

[To: Phones]: You got this.

1 April 2020

[To: Phones]: Aint giving up.

1 May 2020

[To: Phones]: Sorry… school and shit.

[To: Phones]: Dont worry though. Im still here.

[To: Phones]: I know you are too.

1 June 2020

[To: Phones]: I hope its cooler wherever you are.

1 July 2020

[To: Phones]: Even CAT hasn’t done anything in months. I wonder what happened to Mr H.

1 August 2020

[To: Phones]: Still get those dreams once in a while

[To: Phones]: Do you…

1 September 2020

[To: Phones]: Fall again…

1 October 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok this year we’ll be prepared for Shibuya Halloween.

31 October 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok ain’t no way to prepare for that.

[To: Phones]: One of these days you gonna suffer with us.

1 November 2020

[To: Phones]: I will find you. No matter how long it takes.

1 December 2020

[To: Phones]: December again…

[To: Phones]: Damn it.

[To: Phones]: Please be alright.

1 January 2021

[To: Phones]: OK THIS YEAR. I KNOW IT.

[To: Phones]: I wonder what you look like now.

[To: Phones]: Will I recognize you? (unsent)

10 January 2021

[To: Phones]: Fuck. College is next year…

1 February 2021

[To: Phones]: Gatto Nero is gonna get a shop in 104! Can you believe it?

1 March 2021

[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she working on something. Iono what that means…

1 April 2021

[To: Phones]: That dream again. Something feels different yo.

1 May 2021

[To: Phones]: Somethin’s weird. Aint had a feeling like this in a long time.

[To: Phones]: Hang in there.

1 June 2021

[To: Phones]: Pins are getting popular again. Even Gatto Nero’s getting’ in on it. You outta see these designs!

1 July 2021

[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she close to a breakthrough. I aint know on what but she says its gonna help.

27 July 2021

[To: Phones]: Something is definitely goin down yo. You feel it too?

[To: Phones]: We close, I know it.

[To: Phones]: This time fo sho.

[To: Phones]: You comin home.

#TWEWY #BeatNeku #Daisukenojo Bito #Reposting from my rp blog #NekuBeat #neo the world ends with you

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samusangel · 4 years ago

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˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; what happens when inarizaki’s sweetheart falls head over heels for renowned fuckboy miya atsumu?

⤿ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲; fluff, angst

⤿ 𝗮/𝗻; everyone has a kansai accent (the reader’s accent isnt that strong at times) so dont let ur brain get jumbled. enjoy <3

⤿ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(??): swearing, SPOILERS!!

⤿ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼 *̣̩⋆̩☽

y/l/n y/n, inarizaki’s very own angel. always bubbling with excitement, always smiling. her giggles often enchant the students of inarizaki; it’s like a glimpse into heaven.

never in a million years would they have thought she’d be friends with miya atsumu. inarizaki’s very own devil in disguise. your typical heartbreaker.

if it wasn’t for kita and suna’s constant begging for her to be the manager for the volleyball club, she’d probably not even talk to him.

“y/n-chan!”

you swiftly turn on your heel, stopping the current conversation you were having with aran. atsumu’s in front of you, panting. he must’ve been running here; you put a mental note in your brain to give him water later.

“thought i’d never catch up to ya. for a shorty, yer pretty quick.” atsumu’s smiling at you, it’s the same smile he gives to every other girl. you aren’t special to him, you’re just a fling waiting to happen.

you’ve been crushing on atsumu for quite a while. maybe it’s the affection he gives you? the other boys on the volleyball team give you brotherly love, you even call kita nii-san sometimes. but atsumu? his affection gave the intentions that he was interested in you. the same affectionate ways your friends’ boyfriends gave them. but you think again. this is miya atsumu, a playboy at it’s finest. he would never be interested in you, right?

“‘tsumu, i told ya not to call me shorty!” you lightly smack his arm, pouting.

“can’t resist it, yer too cute to not be called shorty. let’s go.” atsumu holds your hand as the two of you walk to the gym for practice.

“kita-nii!” you quickly let go of atsumu’s hand and run towards kita, hugging him.

“y/n-chan, it’s good to see you made it without you and ‘tsumu bitin each others’ heads off!” kita chuckles, patting your head as a signal to go get the surprise you had made for the team, aran getting up to go with you.

the moment you’re out of earshot, kita yells at atsumu.

“why’re ya late, ‘tsumu? thought ya said you’d make it on time today,” kita scoffs, thoroughly done with atsumu constantly being late the past month. nationals were coming up, he couldn’t have the team slacking, “don’t tell me it’s another one o’ ya dumb flings again.”

“was waitin for y/n-chan, she had to stay back and help some douche with his homework. tch, as if,” there was a certain jealously laced in his words, one that if you’d heard it you’re sure it would make your precious little heart burst.

“yer not much better, ya know.” osamu casually puts out, and he isn’t wrong. after all, atsumu isn’t given the title ‘playboy’ for nothing.

“‘samu, don’t be like that. i aint all that bad, right?” atsumu whines, frowning like a little kid about to have a temper tantrum.

“guys!! i have somethin’ for ya!” you walk back into the gym with aran, both holding a tray of baked goods.

“eh? y/n-chan, what’s that for?” the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries wafts through the air, very quickly catching the inarizaki team’s attention.

“well.. you guys have been working really hard lately getting ready for nationals so i thought it’d be nice to bake you guys some sweets,” the team stared at her, wide-eyed. how did they get so lucky?

“o-oh but.. if ya guys don’t wan’ em-”

“y/n-chan, ya fuckin angel. we’re gonna eat all of these.” atsumu pulls you into a hug, your face smushed into his chest. you feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you ignore the fuzzy feeling and familiar butterflies swarming; simply letting atsumu do what he wanted.

“‘tsumu, let go! ya gotta eat before the rest of the guys eat em!” atsumu loosens his grip around you, changing his hold on you to his arm falling to your waist.

the team eat the trays of pastries you baked the night before, osamu and atsumu constantly fighting over the mini-cupcakes you made with the extra batter. osamu claims they taste better, while atsumu just wants an excuse to beat his brother at something. suna just quietly eats the vanilla cookies, thanking you for being so generous to the idiots on his team. aran and kita are just watching osamu and atsumu fight, munching on cornets.

atsumu usually doesn’t make it very far fighting with osamu, it seems keeping his hold on your waist is much more important to him. your heart flutters at the position you’re currently in; you sitting next to atsumu, your head resting softly on his shoulder. atsumu humming a soft little tune only for your ears to hear as he peacefully watches you play with his much larger hands.

“should i bake some more for tomorrow?” you ask, lifting your head from atsumu’s shoulder to start packing up the trays and cleaning any crumbs the boys left behind.

“if ya wanna, we’re not fussed.” aran smiles sweetly to you; you simply give a small smile back.

“alright, we’ll just skip practice for today. you’re all gonna practice extra tomorrow though,” kita chuckles hearing the disapproving groans from his teammates, “don’t worry, im sure y/n can think of a way to keep ya excited.”

“i’ll start thinkin of some fun activities we can do on the weekend!” you chirp, getting up to find your bag.

everyone starts piling out; you walking out eagerly chatting with osamu about a new recipe you’ve been dying to try. atsumu’s much larger hand engulfs yours as you and atsumu split ways from osamu since atsumu insisted he walk you home.

“’tsumu, you don’t have to walk me home. i’m not a lil’ kid anymore.” you smile at him, feeling a sense of euphoria at the fact he chose to walk you home instead of walking home with osamu.

“yer so innocent though, i swear someone could lure ya in with candy or somethin’.” atsumu laughs, watching the way your face goes from a soft smile to slightly confused to very offended.

“c’mon atsu’,” you whined, pouting, “i’m not that dumb!”

“yeah, but ya aren’t that smart either,” he takes a moment to admire you while you ramble about how you still got better grades than him and how osamu is the smarter twin.

“oh! tsumu, you should go home now.”

“right. see ya tomorrow, y/n!”

the next few days pass and you feel as if the atmosphere is off between you and atsumu. you’ve spoken to osamu about it and he feels the same way. did something happen between you and atsumu?

“..astu’?” you tap atsumu’s shoulder softly, letting him know you’re there.

“oh. y/l/n.” atsumu isn’t looking at you with the usual gleam in his eyes and you’re starting to wondering if you messed up something.

“‘tsumu, why’re you callin’ me by my last name?” you bite your lip in a state of confusion and nervousness.

“y/n. we need to talk.” he sighs in a way that you would when you’re disappointed and you’re thinking you really fucked up.

after school, you meet atsumu in the gym. they don’t have practice today, so the gym was the perfect place to meet up.

“y/n. i know what you think about me. i can see it in the way you look at me.” atsumu begins, almost instantly regretting what he’s decided to do. the way your eyes are starting to tear up makes him know you know what he’s talking about.

“atsumu.. i didn’t- i didn’t mean to. it just-” you stutter out, tears dripping down your cheeks, as atsumu pulls you into a hug.

“shh, i know. it’s okay, yeah? just ‘cause ya fell in love with me doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. just needed ya to know that ya shouldn’t confess to me. i’m gonna have to reject ya, and i really don’t wanna do that.” you don’t know what to say, especially since you were hoping to confess to him in a few days.

“i- i’m gonna go, atsumu.” you pull away from him after a few minutes of silence and after your sobs have silenced.

“i’ll walk you home.”

“no.. atsumu, i need time to think, y’know?”

days pass, days turning to weeks and weeks beginning to edge onto two months. the heavy tension in the gym is suffocating. the bus ride to nationals isn’t much better either. you’re sitting as far away from atsumu as you can, avoiding the awkward looks he gives you. you know he wants to apologise for being so blunt to you, but you aren’t ready to talk to him yet.

“y/n, i think it’s time you talked with ‘tsumu. i know you don’t want to, but as our manager you have to for the sake of the team.” kita’s calm voice snaps you out of your lost state of mind. it was evident that you weren’t feeling your best from the way your gaze was soft and it looked like you were drifting off.

“oh. uh.. i don’t think he wants to see me right now?” you try to make an excuse but kita simply shakes his head no and you grumble.

“y/n. go now, please. ‘tsumu isn’t focusin’ durin’ practice. as manager ya needa set him straight.”

“kita-nii..” you hesitate for a moment, “fine. i’ll do it.”

“thank you, y/n.”

you walk up to atsumu, who seems quite surprised you’re even looking at him right now, and sit next to him.

“atsu’.. i don’t wanna be the reason you might lose nationals. i know how much this means to you,” you make eye contact with atsumu for the first time in about a month.

“y/n, it’s not yer fault, yeah?” atsumu cups your cheek with his hand, a small smile growing on his face, “shouldn’t have been so blunt with ya anyways, shoulda known you’d react like this.”

“are.. are we okay again?” you bite your lip lightly, patiently waiting for a reply.

“think we were always okay, we just had a lil’ mishap, y’know?”

“so.. can i sit next to you?” you feel at peace knowing what happened hopefully won’t change your current dynamic, even if you know atsumu definitely won’t be yours.

“yeah, ya can. c’mere.” you sit down before atsumu tucks you into his side.

the rest of the ride is silent, but the uncomfortable tension is eased.

nationals pass by in a few blinks. but in the end, unfortunately, inarizaki lost to karasuno; a school no one would’ve thought could make it this far before, not after their reputation of being ‘clipped crows’.

the bus is once again silent during the ride home, and it breaks your heart — as the manager who’s been with them as long as the second years have — seeing how distraught the boys look. everyone looks disappointed in themselves, even suna looks upset. but most of all, atsumu looks like he’s on the verge of tears. and sitting next to him gives you the front seats to the way his eyes are glossy, the tears threatening to spill over any moment.

even the school feels silent, the losing game somehow affecting the entirety of inarizaki. even you, the bubbly sweetheart, could barely smile.

months pass, and now it’s almost the end of your second year. everything seemed to pass in a blur, from the losing match to the rest of your second year. the only thing that seemed to linger was the feeling of regret; and your feelings for atsumu. maybe if you didn’t catch feelings for atsumu, he would’ve been more focused. if you didn’t catch feelings, he wouldn’t have had to talk to you about it.

although the boys didn’t technically have to keep practicing, a few of the boys kept going; especially atsumu.

“atsu’? it’s time to lock up before ya get in trouble from coach. again.” your soft voice calling out to atsumu snaps him out of his focus.

“oh. yeah, gimme a minute.”

you watch atsumu do his jump serve, the sound of the impact from the ball hitting the floor bouncing on the walls of the gym. atsumu tried to hit another serve before you register why you’re there but it’s too late.

“atsu’, no! i’ll help you clean up, c’mon. you gotta walk me home, it’s late. it’d be terrible if i, your precious manager, got kidnapped right?” you joked, though you were still terrified at the thought of getting kidnapped for real.

“yeah ya right, it’d be so hard for the team without our darlin’ lil’ manager.” atsumu chuckles.

your parents didn’t really mind where you went at night, especially since they knew you were often with atsumu. so it’s no surprise that your parents don’t call or text when it’s late at night and you’re at a park with atsumu, sitting on a bench together. the cold breeze making you wish you’d brought your jacket with you that day. and it seems atsumu notices because soon after you shiver, atsumu’s large jacket is placed on your shoulders.

“hey, y/n?” atsumu swings his arm around your shoulder and makes you shuffle closer to him.

“mm?”

“i like you.”

“oh, cool. wait. what??” your whip your head to face him, shocked at the sudden confession.

“maybe i can give this whole love thing a shot? doesn’t seem that hard to keep ya happy.” atsumu jokes, watching as your expression shuffles through happy, confused and a mix of the two.

“i- i like you too but.. your volleyball career?”

atsumu simply shushes you and brings you into a soft kiss; and you wish time would stop right then.

“be my girlfriend?” he smiles at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

and who were you to say no to that?

#happy birthday to the miya twins <3 #i had fun writing this for tsumu 🥰🥰#vivi says i can write #samusangel birthday special #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #miya atsumu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons

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sadman-morgan · 4 years ago

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rainy night muse: the morning after

Part one can be read here!

pairing: arthur morgan x neutral!reader

summary: A tired Arthur wakes you up for an early morning errand

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none, other than extreme fluff with one cowboy.

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You had slept alongside each other for a few hours before a familiar rasp filled your ears, causing your eyes to flutter open.

“Darlin….Darlin...wake up.” Arthur whispered as he carefully nudged you awake.

“Huh? I-I’m up, Is something wrong, love?” you mumbled as you tried to wipe the exhaustion from your eyes.

“No, nothin’ at all...we gotta do somethin’ while it’s still early...follow me,” Arthur said.

“We gotta do something? It’s still dark out.” you questioned, “What time is it?”

Arthur picked up a small pocket watch from your bedside. “Three thirty. We gotta move, c’mon,” He said quietly.

You shook your head in disagreement, “This better be good, Morgan,” you snapped.

Arthur chuckled. “Don’t get so short with me, it’ll be good, promise.”

You both walked to your horse and saddled up quietly to not disturb the sleeping camp members.

As your horse trotted away, you rested your hands on Arthur’s waist to avoid falling off. He flinched in surprise of your warm touch.

Riding this early in the morning was always serene. The air was chilly, surrounding grass still drenched from last evening’s pouring rain. Noises of critters and the occasional passing rider were music to you and Arthur’s ears.

After an hour of riding, your horse came to a halt.

Arthur hopped off the horse first, then reached out his hand in assistance.

“Close yer eyes.” he said.

As your eyes began to close, Arthur held your hand with strength that you had never felt from him before.

With your eyes still closed and your hand held tightly, Arthur led you to a nearby tree.

“You can open ‘em now.” he said.

Your eyes opened to warm orange and yellow tones of the rising sun, bouncing off against the calm waters of the Calumet ravine. Beautiful trees stood high in the sky.

“Oh my god.” you silently mouthed as your eyes began to widen in astonishment. You looked over at Arthur, who was quietly watching the sunrise.

He repeatedly glided his thumb over the corner of his mouth before glancing at you, only to quickly stare at something else in embarrassment when you looked back at him.

“It’s...It’s pretty, ain’t it? He said.

You looked at him, then back out at the rising sun.

“It’s so gorgeous, Arthur,” you said.

Standing no more than six inches apart, you slowly brushed your fingers across his calloused hand, to which he flinched.

“Are you okay? Did I do somethin wrong?”

“I’m...real sorry, ain’t been touched like that in a long while. Y’didn’t do nothin wrong. I’m sorry-” he stuttered.

You pulled your hand away, letting it rest at your side.

A cold, awkward silence filled the early morning air.

“Can I...can I hold your hand?” he asked.

“You don’t really gotta ask me.”

“Didn’t wanna do nothin outta line,” he said.

You smiled softly and nodded, “yes. You may hold my hand”

When he was given the green light, your fingers lovingly interlocked. You both stood in silence for a moment to admire the sunrise. Once your fingers unlocked, he cautiously swung his arm around you, pulling you in close to his side.

“I wish this moment could last forever. It’s so gorgeous here,” You murmured.

“Me too, y/n,” he said.

Once you separated from his side, there was another calming silence.

“Hold on a moment,” Arthur said as he dug through his satchel, in search of his journal.

“Do...Do you like ‘em?” He asked.

“Hmm? What are you talk-”

“My...my drawings, do you like them? Always knew you peeked at ‘em, never bothered me too much.” he said.

“Aw, shit. Not as sly as I thought I was, huh?” you laughed.

“Unfortunately not, darlin.” he laughed in reply.

“I’m flattered you like them, never been comfortable with anyone else seeing them.”

“That’s real kind of you to say, Morgan,” you said.

“y/n...can...can I draw you?” he questioned.

“Right now?” you replied.

He nodded. “Sorry if It’s too early, just think you look stunnin...” his voice trailed off.

“...Just want something to remind me of how happy you make me feel,”

“Sure. I don’t see any harm,” you said with a shy smile.

“Alright...stand over there and look pretty. Though for you, that won’t be any trouble,” he said while pointing off close to the ledge.

When you stood as directed and struck a pose, Arthur began to draw. He lovingly glanced at you, and back in his journal. He almost looked childlike with the excitement in his eyes. This was the first time he ever formally asked if he could draw you. He wanted to make sure it was special.

You stood for a couple of minutes as he continued to scribble to his heart’s content.

“You’re free to move around, I’ve just finished..” he said.

You walked towards him as he placed his journal in your hands, waiting for your approval.

Your fingers grazed across the page.

“This is...so gorgeous, thank you,” you said with a smile.

“I have something else, cmere” he said.

Arthur walked to a nearby tree and sat down. You followed and sat down next to him.

Arthur pulled out his satchel and dug inside, pulling out a few cans, and other items.

“Sorry I don’t have too much,” he sighed.

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. No problem for me,” you said.

You both shared and quietly ate the few items from his satchel, your hunger failing to subside.

You laid back against the tree, raising your hand to cover a yawn.

“I’ve been thinking. About last night, I’m real sorry about possibly being aggravating. I just could not get to sleep.” you said.

“I remember you talking to me, but I don’t remember too much after that, must’ve finally nodded off.”

Arthur shook his head and smiled. “Didn’t do me no harm.”

Arthur had remembered everything.

Arthur remembered your restlessness, your soft whimpers as you tossed and turned, desperately trying to get comfortable with him. He fought against gravity pulling down on his eyelids for hours. He refused to fall asleep until you did. Listening to you crying in pain broke his heart. As his eyelids started to close, you kicked deep into his side, causing him to groan.

He wanted you to get some sleep, and felt guilty that you were up so late. Before his eyes finally closed, he gently rolled you onto your stomach.

“I’m gonna take real good care of ya~” he mumbled.

When you nodded in acceptance, Arthur pressed his hands to your back, gently rubbing in small, soothing circles. Tingles rushed down your spine as his hand rose to idly play with your hair.

His attention returned to your back and shoulders, slowly pressing against your sore muscles to signal the incoming additional pressure.

You quietly groaned as he began to work out your knotted muscles. After a few minutes, he slowed down to admire you. His hard, loving efforts were beginning to show results. Your breathing slowed from underneath him as you began to relax. He continued for a moment before you finally fell back asleep.

He snapped out of his train of thought regarding the night before and glanced over at you beginning to shiver, arms crossed to retain any body heat that may remain.

‘It’s getting a lil chilly..aint it?” You spoke through your chattering teeth.

Arthur nodded his head and brushed his shoulder, “A little.”

You continued to shiver. Arthur raised his hand, covering his mouth as he let out a yawn. Arthur sat still for a second before removing his arms from his leather jacket, tossing it over to the side.

“Arthur? What are you-”

“C’mere, don’t want chu freezing out here,” he mumbled.

You scooched in between his legs, nuzzling your head deep against his chest.

Arthur wrapped an arm around you. While holding you tightly, he used his free hand to drape his jacket over you both.

“Jacket won’t keep ya the warmest in the world, but my love fer you sure will,” he mumbled into your ear.

You felt both your face and heart begin to overheat with love. Your heart could pop out of your chest if Arthur continued to spoil you like this.

You pushed an ear against his chest and listened to the rhythmic pounding of his golden heart.

Arthur raised a hand from underneath the jacket, repeatedly gliding it through your hair with great care.

“You’re so gorgeous...don’t think I tell you that enough,” he said.

You wanted to cry into his chest. What could you have possibly done to deserve this pure soul, Arthur Morgan, in your life? You had never felt this loved, this appreciated, this safe from anyone before.

You slowly rose from his chest and turned to face him, moving closer into his lap.

Now straddling him, you gazed straight into his vulnerable, tired eyes.

He inhaled as you looked each other deep in the eyes.

You raised a hand and gently traced his jawline with your finger tips, his stubble scratching against your skin.

Pausing at his chin, you gently dragged your thumb across his bottom lip as his eyes followed your every movement.

You continued to trace his jawline. As you reached the other end of his face, your hand slowly trailed across his face, admiring his stubble.

You placed your free hand down at his side and leaned in, pestering him again with eye contact.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked.

Arthur nodded and pulled you closer towards him, lips beginning to lovingly lock together.

You kissed deeply for a moment before your lips wandered to give his jawline and neck the same affection.

You finally pulled away and gazed back up at him.

He chuckled and shook his head, “y’dont really gotta ask me,”

You leaned in to give him a final quick smooch on the lips.

“A handsome man always asks me before he shows me affection, just returning the favor.”

“Didn’t wanna do nothin outta line,” you said.

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sneezy-cheeseloaf · 3 years ago

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recounting the entire avengers: endgame movie, which i only saw once when it came out, from memory

because i just took the SAT and i want to do anything except think about that so get ready for a fun ride full of holes and my reenactments of scenes and quotes that i remember from however many years it’s been now since endgame came out. buckle the fuckle up

movie opens, clint’s whole ass family fucking dies. cue killing spree fueled by grief and anger. HashTag Relatable

tony is floating through space with nebula and teaching her how to play paper football

holy shit is this how tony dies

“pep” ouc h

oh hey he’s home, dope

The Gang (tm) learns where thanos’s farm is somehow i can’t really remember

“perhaps i judged you too harshly”

“???? thor????” “what? i went for the head”

“five” five what?? days?? weeks??? months???? oh boy i can’t wait to find ou- “years later” HUH???????

steve looks the exact same, so i guess he kept up that workout schedule even through the snap. i mean good for him honestly

and is also running a talk therapy group like sam did

a single smidgen of gay representation but it’s a good start ig

i don’t really remember what everyone else was doing, i just know that tony and pep have morgan now but idk if that gets revealed now or later

the only reason we had a movie is because of a rat. everyone say thank you to Rat for releasing scott lang, please. round of applause

scott’s daughter is all grown up and catch me sobbing over the fact that he wasn’t there to see it

somewhere in here nat is crying and eating a sandwich and honestly girl same

“hey!!! it’s me!!!! scott lang!!! ant man???? also what the hell happened???? lemme IN”

cue scott lang having a single brain cell and bringing up time travel. i think it was him that proposed the idea. maybe not. but imma give him credit

oh yeah bruce and hulk are besties now and bruce is just permanently Like That

and cue everyone being shook at the idea of time travel

time to go see Science Man at his house on the lake

“i wish you had come for anything else.” ouch

gang leaves dejectedly

peter. that’s it. and suddenly tony is all hands on deck

cue science mumbo jumbo in the middle of the night while he eats something out of a bag that i can’t remember

“shit!!” “sHiT!!!” “NO”

“i love you 3000″

Science Man reveals that he has, indeed cracked the code to literal time travel

cue nat, the only person with an umbrella, going to find clint who is busy with murder, as he does

“don’t do that. don’t give me home” stfu budapest man and get in the car.

thor has. enlargened. and is now playing fortnight with korg as a means to cope with what happened plus losing loki, as i think we all would

The Gang is back together and working (surprisingly) coordinately and throwing ideas around and it’s actually very cute. and it makes my heart very happy. and i want to cry every time i think about it because we all know what comes next

scott’s taco gets blown away. bruce gives him another. all is well in the world

and in this exhibit we see the only brain cell in the whole group, which is being used by rhodey at all times

“why don’t we just,,,, (choking motion)” “to a BABY???”

during the time tests someone gets reverted to a baby but i don’t remember who and it’s highkey disturbing

“i consider this an absolute win!!”

cue slo mo walk with the cool white time suits that everyone looks so good in

“see you in a minute” that smile. she looks so happy. sobbing

i think it’s in here that all the color go through steve’s eyes, so let’s just take a minute to acknowledge how pretty he is

“just for the record, that suit did nothing for your ass.” “i don’t remember asking you to look”

“that’s america’s ass.” yes it is scott you’re absolutely right

“i cOuLd dO tHiS aLL dAy” “yeah i knoOoOW”

time for tony to give tony a heart attack and then just stare in what i can only assume is amusement. i’m pretty sure that comes after america’s ass but maybe not

somewhere in here steve is just staring at peggy through blinds and it’s sad when you see it but when you think about it afterwards, it’s so funny for no reason

time to get whacked by a very angry hulk who was not allowed to use the elevator

“NO STAIRS”

tony goes flying. so does the tesseract. loki, in handcuffs, is like “oh bet this is mine now” and. Leaves.

i’m pretty sure it’s bruce who goes and gets schooled by The Ancient One on the multiverse, and i say it’s bruce because i think he’s the only one out of The Gang who could ever actually wrap his head around it

i don’t remember exactly how they get the tesseract but they do

thor and rocket are in asgard and thor has a panic attack, as I think we all would if we had to talk to our dead mother and pretend like we don't know what's going to happen

and remember kids, slapping someone is not the way to handle a panic attack. anyways

a mother always knows

"i'm still worthy!!!!" you always were, thor. you never stopped being worthy

and we have our hammer back

cue sobbing on vormir

“clint. it’s ok. it’s ok.” that smile.

nat’s fucking dead and i’m fucking dead inside let’s keep this party goin

other stones are recovered and i don’t really remember how but hey we got all six

“where’s nat?” cue more sobbing from me and from clint as you can see each and every team member’s heart drop to the fucking floor. especially steve

yeah maybe we’re doing this for half the universe and all the people we lost, but mostly for nat now

tony’s makeshift infinity gauntlet has entered the chat

Green Man is the only one who can physically take the power of the stones, so the fate of literally everything they have ever done up to this point is on him

snap rest in peace bruce’s arm

cue every single person in the theater holding their breath

“guys. it worked.”

cue explosion as their facility gets bombed and i am terrified that it has killed the entire gang

but it obviously has not and i am once again a Class A Idiot

i can't remember if it’s steve or tony who wakes up first but one shakes the other awake and is like “get the fuck up bitch idk what just happened but we got a problem”

everyone is mostly fine. but they’re all alive and that’s what matters

and now we have the setting for the entire rest of the movie basically

oh hey thanos. that’s uh. that’s a big army you got there

i don’t really remember everything that happened with The Past thanos, gamora, and nebula but i remember that gamora once again sees what a twat her adoptive father is and is like “oh hell na”

cue the gang fighting for their lives against Past thanos. literally

oh shit thor’s about to be killed????

OH MY GOD HE HAS THE HAMMER

cue the theater screaming as they should

hell yeah. bonk that giant space grape with the god of thunder’s hammer. you go steve. and look like a badass doing it as you should

shit’s still fucked and they eventually get their asses handed to them one by one

somewhere in here the shield breaks just like we saw in age of ultron. and like damn bro i liked that thing

steve stands up by himself because bitch. you cant kill him unless he says so. he dies on his own terms. he didn’t live for over a fucking century to die like this

our mans is standing up against a whole ass army knowing full well that he can’t win but damn if he aint ready to try

“ok listen strange. you have to open the portal to his left. his LEFT. you hear me???”

“steve. STEVE. on your left.”

cue the most goosebump-inducing scene that i have ever seen and probably will ever see. i would do anything to see that scene for the first time again. that feeling was like nothing i’ve ever experienced

the amazing symphonics are NOT helping my already-about-to-explode-from-excitement heart

now the gang’s ALL here. and we all cry because all of our peeps are back from the dead and we all missed them and highkey grieved for them after infinity war

i can’t remember if steve actually sees bucky yet but i think he does and i wanted to cry on the spot because not only did i miss bucky but man did i just want them to see each other again

cue sick pan of the whole ass marvel roster like smash ultimate, including howard duck somewhere in there

PETER OUR BOY SWINGIN ON IN

“AVENGERS. assemble.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

but we all know damn well that not a single person could hear him whisper that shit. like steve bro speak up a little

and the battle for the ages commences

we get to see all our favorite boys are girls fuck shit up and it’s absolutely incredible. wow it really feels like someone’s missing who could that be.

this is now a very elaborate game of keepaway

“catch” “Catch” “CATCH “CATCH”

“hey queens” he remembered. catch me cryin

“hey peter. got somethin for me?” god i love her. flew through a whole ass spaceship. no stoppin her

t'challa remembers clint's name. he did care

oh yeah scott is fucking humongous again, but third time’s the charm ig. maybe he won't pass the fuck out this time

somewhere in here, strange starts holding like. an entire ocean back and i dont really remember where it came from

we get a whole segment of marvel women kicking ass and taking names and i think i just need to take a minute. WE collectively need to take a minute

carol flies straight through a spaceship and everyone is like ???? hello????? where have you been?????????

carol gets literally headbutted by thanos and doesnt move a fucking inch. and that look of murder in her eyes. she could tell me to walk into a pit of lava and i would not question it. the power

“launch the missiles!!!” “but sir, our army-” “DO IT”

damn thanos our expectations for you were low but holy fuck

somewhere in here i think petter quill sees Past gamora and is like gamora???? and she like kicks him in the balls or somethin and is like “this is the ones i picked?????”

the fight continues and honestly a lot of it’s a blur but damn was it not the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.

cue strange knowing exactly how this was gonna go down, and holding up a single finger

i dont think ive ever seen that look on tony's face before

oh shit thanos has the gauntlet and all the stones. fuck.

wait holdup that gauntlet looks a little funky

WAIT HOLDUP

“i am inevitable”

“and i. am iron man.”

the theater, once again holds its breath

all is lowkey calm and everyone is shook

thanos’s entire army slowly fades away. including one of those big worm things that almost eats (i think it was) rocket but like. dusts right as it hits the ground and is a really cool shot

and thanos sits down on a rock. and finally is gone. and it's so cathartic

oh joyous day!! they’ve won!! they’ve done it!!! wait holdup where’s tony. i remember what happened to bruce where the fuck is tony

wait

wait hold on

wait hold on a minute

“we did it. we won, mr stark. we won. please, mr stark”

“pep.”

“it’s ok. you can rest. you can rest.”

i have officially passed away and am a sobbing mess. you can’t do this to me. he’s gonna come back. there’s no way. tony stark doesn’t die. no.

this is a fucking funeral. i am going to combust into tears

“proof that tony stark has a heart”

i just wanted him to be able to see morgan grow up.

but him and nat are eating shawarma together in the sky now.

“i’m recording this in case something goes wrong, which it won’t.”

“i love you 3000.”

oh we’re still rolling. oh we don’t even get a minute to process

steve is leaving??? wait holdup we cant lose both. no

“are you sure about this?” “i have to”

“i’m with you til the end of the line” so that was a fucking lie

but steve deserves to do what makes him happy. so i can’t be too mad. actually, nah i aint even mad i’m just sad

bucky looks so dejected. so sad. someone please give him a hug. he desperately needs it

oh hey steve. but you’re old now. hey then, grandpa. how did you. get there

buck and sam go talk to him as they should

“you wanna talk about her?” “no, i don’t think i will”

“how does it feel?” “like it belongs to someone else”

sam has officially inhered the shield, and by extension, his very own bucky barnes. it’s a packaged deal

clint’s got his family back. and they can finally finish their picnic or whatever they were doing at the beginning of the movies

and steve finally got that dance. finally. and he looks so happy. so content.

and that’s about all i remember

i have not watched endgame since i saw it in theaters when it came out because i absolutely do not have the emotional stability to do it again. but damn the disney plus shows have been bangin

i hope you enjoyed the ride, thank you for joining me in my. whatever the fuck this is

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palettepainter · 4 years ago

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For some hurt/comfort attempt at fluff- Higari getting ready for his wedding, his Ma helping him fix his hair and he quietly asks if she thinks his dad would be happy that he’s getting married.

She wishes he could be there to see it too, so she says of course he would. Then just “he’d probably be the loudest one here, sweetpea. Then give an embarrassing speech at the reception.”

(I couldn’t NOT draw and write something for this! Also did a more older design for Magakure in this drawing)

Higari scowled at the reflection staring back at him. Formal wear had never been his cup of tea, brushing his hair was the same. He’d been having a battle with the hairbrush for the past twenty minutes, and yet his hair continued to mock him, looking even more frizzy then it did before!

He groaned

“Havin’ trouble?“

Higari turned and peered over his shoulder, where his mother casually leaned against the doorway. “You always had trouble combin’ yer hair..” she looked up the mass of ginger scruff, snickering when Higari blew some out of his face only for it to flop back down again. ”Need a hand?”

Without a word Higari flopped down into his chair and held out the brush to her. Magakure walked over and picked up the brush, before gently combing it through the knots. Higari was quite, letting out a sigh through his nose and leaning back in his chair, almost peering skyward. How long had it been since he’d had his hair combed?? Must have been years back before he even joined UA as a first year

“Suit looks nice“ his mother said, smiling down at him “Hm, finally got to see you in somethin’ smart..“ placing down the brush she picked up a black hair tie from the dresser, expertly tying a small bun at the back of Higari’s head while the rest of his hair rested over his back “All it took was forty years!“

While she chuckled lightly at her own joke, Higari hummed

Magakure rose a brow “You’re awefully quite..” Again, Higari hummed, looking as though he was staring off into space, or in deep thought. Magakure moved to the side to try and see her sons face “”Somethin’ on your mind?”

Higari gave her a quick glance, before shrugging “It’s nothin’ Ma, silly thoughts..”

Magakure hummed, standing back up straight “..I ever tell you yer a horrible liar?” Higari groaned in defeat, he’d expected she’d see through his lie, his mother seemed to have a knack for that sort of thing. “Is it that obvious?” he asked almost shyly

“Yeah“ Magakure nodded sagely “Bout as obvious as the hair on yer head“

Higari groaned louder, leaning forward to rub his hands over his face. Magakure turned to drag over a chair, sitting herself down alongside her son “Higari, it ain’t silly if it’s botherin’ you” she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, waiting to see if he’d shove her off, before rubbing her thumb up and down “..What’s really on yer mind?”

Higari slowly turned to her, pulling his face from his hands. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitantly closed it like a fish “Mn..” he rubbed at his neck, a tell tale sign Magakure knew he old did when he was nervous

With Higari offering no answers, she could make only the most obvious assumption: “Ah honey, you always get this before something big..” she shook her head lightly, still rubbing reassuring circles on Higari’s back “Everyone gets nervous on wedding days Higari..I sure did” she admitted “Ain’t no shame in being scared, it’s ludicrous to not be scared!” she emphasized with another shake of her head “If anythin’, I’d be concerned if you weren’t scared for today. It’s a big step for you and Ekuto, no body is ever really prepared for somethin’ so big in life-”

“No Ma..“ Higari interrupted quietly, sitting up. He inhaled, exhaling slowly as he rested his arms on her knees “That’s not what I’m thinkin’ about..“

Magakure blinked, tilting her head slightly, obviously confused. She couldn’t think of anything else that could be weighing her son down on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. “Oh..well-” she leaned forward slightly “Then what it is?”

Higari peered to her again, one blue eye visible from under his curtain of ginger hair “You think, uh..” Higari lifted a hand to toy with a piece of his hair, his mother’s eyes narrowed by a fraction - another sign he was nervous. She looked back to his face, waiting for him to finish “You think...It’s silly I know! But..You think” Higari swallowed “..You think dad would uhm..be happy I’m getting married?”

Magakure sucked in a breath, not expecting that question. Higari said nothing more, or looked up at his mother, instead he continued to play with his hair. His shoulders where tense, chewing his gum - the added emotional factor of the wedding with the reminder he was lacking a parent at his own wedding making him inhale a shuddering breath

Magakure was upon him at once, pulling him into a hug “Oh sweetpea..” she soothed

Higari didn’t push away the hug, leaning into his mothers embrace as she wrapped her arms around him in the tightest hug she could give “I just...I-” Higari stumbled over his own words, emotions making his voice tremble “I-I just thought he’d get to..be here!”

Magakure inhaled, her eyes watery “..That’s just sadly how the world works hun” she said, her grip on Higari getting a little tighter “Some people just stay longer then others do, ain’t fair, turely it aint..But sometimes, there ain’t nothin’ we can do bout it” She inhaled another shaky breath, tears not yet falling but very close too as she pulled away and offered her best smile

“..You dumb dumb dumb boy” she gently cupped his cheeks, wiping at a stray tear that was half down falling down his cheek “He’d be so gosh-darn proud a you!” she squished his cheeks in an attempt to crack a smile, Higari huffed lightly, corner of his mouth twitched up “Don’t think there was anythin’ you kids could do that would disappoint him, even if you tried”

Higari hummed and then let out a breathy laugh “..Yeah” he admitted “Sounds like dad”

“I’ll say, you kids where let off the hook by him more times then ah can count!“ she squished his cheeks again, drawing a louder chuckle “You know how many times I had to scrub crayon off the walls cuz you lil’ snots had scribbled all over em? Comin’ inside with frogs in yer pockets and dirt in your hair, uprooting my flower bed!“

“I only did that once!“

“Hm“ Magakure smiled, and finally released her sons face “Maybe, but I’m still mad about it“ she said, obviously faking annoyance with how she was still smiling

“Don’t you ever go thinkin’ me or your dad are disappointed in you“ her hand landed on his head, ruffling it playfully, but not too roughly “Heh, he’d probably be the loudest one here, sweetpea. Then give an embarrassing speech at the reception!“

At this Higari snorted a laugh, a real laugh, the sadness finally lifting “Pft, yeah..That also sounds like him”

Magakure closed her eyes with a nod “Mhm” she stood from her chair. “Guess lil old me will have to take on the burden of the task”

Higari looked to her worrignly over his shoulder, face almost pale. Magakure laughed and waved her hand “Oh relax! I’m only jokin’ Higari”

“No you’re not Ma“ Higari deadpanned

“Hm..Yer right“ Magakure nodded “I ain’t“ When Higari groaned, she ruffled up his hair again, imagining Higari back when he was a wee toddler, toddling about all over the place, tripping over his own two feet and mucking about in the dirt outside, the little scamp. “I promise to spare some of ya reputation~“ she teased, pulling an innocent smile

“You better! Or Midnight won’t shut up for weeks - I get enough teasin’ from Taiho and Chikara!“

“Don’t blame em that you where a silly baby“ she said pinching his cheek

She chuckled when Higari brushed her hand away and then took a step back to be out of cheek grabbing range. He rubbed at his cheek, and then tugged at the tie around his neck, the nerves coming back as quickly as they left “Relax” Magakure said, sensing her sons distress as she straightened up his tie “This is your big day afterall, don’t be spendin’ it all worried over this and that. Let your mother do the worrying”

“You’re worried?“ Higari asked, raising a brow

“Course I am“ Magakure answered without missing a beat “It’s your weddin’ afterall! You’re grown up, moving on to the next big part of your life“ Magakure went to tug a piece of hair behind Higari’s hair, but then faltered, and pulled her hand away “Seems like only yesterday you where a lil’ sprout, full of energy and causin’ mischief..“ she trailed off, looking down to the ground

Higari’s look softened, and after a moment of silence between the two, Higari reached out, pulling his mum into another hug “How about we both agree to try and not worry?..Too much, anyway”

Magakure didn’t hug back right away, a bit surprised at her son’s action. It didn’t take her long though to wrap her arms back around him, returning the gesture with a small sniffle “Heh, you scamp..you know I hate makin’ promises”

“Yeah..“

“..But, since it is your wedding day“ she pulled away, teary eyed again with a soft glow in her eyes, smiling gently “I’ll..try not to worry sweetpea“

Higari smiled back, behind his fringe his eyes where also watery “Thanks Ma..”

“Yer welcome“

#Powerloader #MHA #Powerloaders family #Magakure #MHA OC #Story #Ectoloader

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pastelwitchling · 4 years ago

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Michael had no idea what happened.

One minute, he was in his bunker, tinkering with the spaceship, thinking about his latest argument with one particular airman (Michael had just about lost his temper when Alex reminded him that he was an Air Force captain, and that Michael didn’t scare him because he’d dealt with a lot worse). He had hit the console a little too roughly, and the next thing he knew, there was a bright light, a lot of wind, and he was suddenly sitting in a bunker that was his and not his at all. His schematics and graphs and calculations were all gone, the empty food containers had vanished, and – worst of all – his spaceship was nowhere to be found.

“What the…?” he looked around, expecting some evildoer to be standing behind him, their arms crossed and a wicked grin spreading across their lips.

“Aha!” they would’ve said menacingly. “My brilliant plan worked! I’ve totally confused the alien!”

But there was no one but the dust covering the walls and the molding cardboard boxes in the corner littered with cobwebs. This place had clearly been abandoned a long time ago.

Michael climbed the ladder up, and opened the hatch to find that his trailer was gone, too. He closed the hatch just as Sanders came trudging out from behind a car. Michael narrowed his eyes. Something about the old man looked different.

“Sanders!” he called, and Sanders jumped. His one eye widened as Michael approached him, arms out. “Where the hell’s my airstream?!”

Sanders suddenly held up his large wrench, his scowl vicious. “You hold it right there, boy,” he demanded. “I may look old, but I will beat you to the ground with one swing.”

Michael raised a brow. “Yeah, okay. What’s going on with…?” he trailed off as he took in Sanders’s appearance. There were strands of dark brown in his hair, his wrinkles weren’t so defined, and he stood a little straighter than normal. He looked… younger.

“How’d you get in here anyway?” Sanders demanded. “I didn’t see you come in, and I always see who comes in.”

“Sanders,” Michael said slowly, pushing down his irritation. After his fight with Alex, he couldn’t really bother with patience. “I. Work. Here. Now, you wanna quit messing around and tell me where my house is already?”

Sanders stared like he was sure Michael was crazy. “You drunk or somethin’?”

Michael huffed and tried reaching for Sanders. “Walt –”

But he was cut short as Sanders swung his wrench. Michael barely managed to dodge the hit, falling to the ground. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!”

“You’re the one spewing all kinds of crazy, boy!” Sanders said. “How the hell do you know my name? I’ve never told no one! And don’t you even think about lying to me, I’ve seen the news, I know about West Mesa. I ‘aint playing around no more!”

“What are you… wait. West Mesa? You mean the murders? Your old goat, those were eleven years ago!”

Sanders scoffed. “More like eleven days ago. How much have you had to drink anyway?”

Michael frowned, his brain working quickly. The flash from the spaceship, the bunker as empty as it had been the day Michael settled in, the missing trailer, a younger Sanders not knowing who he was.

He sat up slowly, a lump in throat. “What… what year is it?”

Sanders blinked and turned his back on Michael, grabbing something off his worktable. “You really are out of it.” He tossed a newspaper at Michael’s chest. Michael grabbed it and looked for the date. He froze.

“It’s 2009,” Sanders tilted his head. “Why? What year is it supposed to be?”

Michael expected Sanders to be outraged at his blatant lies, a disbelieving quirk of his brow, maybe even a scoff. But as he told the old man everything that had happened, everything he knew about his past, his plans to adopt Michael, how that had failed, his history with Nora, Sanders turned more and more silent.

“Well,” Sanders sighed when he was done, “I thought you looked mighty familiar. Time travel, eh? That’s a thing in the future?”

“No,” Michael said. “It definitely is not. So either I’m brilliant for discovering it, or something in the spaceship malfunctioned and blasted me back here for some reason.”

“‘Brilliant’ is not the word I’d use here, kid,” Sanders sighed, leaning his wrench – which he had yet to let go of – against a stack of tires. “Time travel’s dangerous. You so much as touch anything, and it’ll change the future forever.”

“How do you know so much about this?”

“Your mom was the careful kind,” Sanders said, rubbing his face. Michael very much doubted this was how he imagined spending his morning. “Never left anything to chance. You pick up a thing or two about caution.” He sighed. “But why 2009? Why not sooner? Why not to the time Miss Nora was here?”

Michael shook his head. “I have no idea.” He crossed his arms and slumped back in his chair. “But the console resets whenever it’s been damaged, so… I don’t know, maybe whatever this is will wear off soon?”

“You don’t seem too concerned.”

“One problem at a time, Walt,” Michael said on a sigh. “Right now, I’m just worrying about messing up the future. Not that it’s not plenty messed up already.”

“No, no, no!” Sanders stood. “Don’t tell me, don’t say anything! The least I know, the better.”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I’ve watched Avengers. The future might not change unless something really important happens.”

Sanders huffed. “The who?”

“Oh yeah,” Michael grinned. “Forgot.”

“Why were you beating the spaceship anyway?” Sanders scolded. “Don’t you know better than that?”

Michael’s smile faltered. “My ex. Said he didn’t need me. I got a little bit angry.”

“A little bit, huh?” Sanders scoffed. “He an alien, too?”

“Nope,” Michael said. “Air Force captain. He enlisted right out of high school.”

Sanders said nothing for a minute, then, “Because of you?”

Michael looked up. “How’d you know that?”

“I know that look,” Sanders heaved. “That is the look of a guilty man.”

Michael searched Sanders’s face and pursed his lips. “It’s a long story,” he said. “I just… he suffers a lot in the future. His whole life is one big war that never ends. And it really starts when he enlists.”

Sanders grunted. “So soon, then.”

“What?”

“Soon,” he repeated. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you – teenage you. The high school term’s almost over.”

Michael’s eyes widened. Alex enlisted at the end of high school. In 2009. He scrambled around for the newspaper, ignoring Sanders’s questions. His eyes fell on the date, and his heart turned to stone and fell into his stomach.

“Tomorrow,” Michael whispered. “Alex enlists tomorrow.”

I leave July 1st. I need you to be there, Guerin. I really need you.

Michael let the newspaper fall as he ran. Sanders was calling after him, warning him not to do what he was thinking of doing, but it was no use. Michael would burn the world down to keep Alex safe, and the military was what ended up killing him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do. And this time, he had to stop Alex from enlisting.

Finding his way to Alex’s house wasn’t hard. It never had been. Michael even had a way of knowing when Alex wasn’t home, so when he came running up the familiar road, he slowed to a still. It was noon already, and it was a Saturday. Alex couldn’t have been home, and he couldn’t have been with Liz either, not after Rosa. Maria was still mourning her friend, too, and Michael – well, teenage Michael – was probably drunk and fighting somewhere.

Michael ventured to the toolshed. The last time he’d seen the damn place, it had been destroyed by him and Alex. Now it stood, a blatant reminder of everything that had happened. He couldn’t imagine Alex had gone there to find any comfort. No, his dad had seen to that. But Alex never was one to try to comfort himself.

Michael swallowed as he rested his hand on the knob. Even when they were younger, Alex liked to stay focused, driven. The only way to do that was to remind himself of what he’d lost and what he could never lose again, no matter how cruel his methods.

That was why, when he opened the door and found Alex curled up in the corner, his face buried in his knees, he was not surprised.

Alex didn’t look up. He was hugging his legs, his grip on his arms so tight that the skin was bleeding. Michael swiped a hand across his mouth.

“Go away,” Alex said, his voice hoarse, as if he’d been either screaming or crying for hours. “GO AWAY, FLINT!”

Michael shut the door behind him, but Alex seemed just as tense.

“Alex,” he tried, and Alex looked up with a frown. When he saw Michael, he gasped and stood, backing against the wall. Michael couldn’t believe it. There he was, seventeen-year-old Alex with his chipped black nail polish, his ruined eyeliner, his gothic clothes and jewelry, and – Michael might’ve teared up – both of his legs. “Alex.”

Alex’s eyes were wide. “Guerin?”

Michael huffed a chuckle. Of course Alex would recognize him. “Yeah, baby,” he said. “It’s me.”

“W-Why do you look so different?”

“I can’t explain now. Listen,” he crossed the distance between them, startling Alex and grabbing his arms tightly. “Don’t enlist in the Air Force. Okay? Don’t do it.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “How’d you know I was –”

“Listen to me, Alex,” Michael said, shaking him slightly, desperately. “Forget about the military. You’re gonna lose your leg, and you’ll be under your dad’s rule for the next ten years, and it’s going to ruin everything.”

“Are you insane?” Alex squirmed. “Get off me!”

“You and I will never be together, is that what you want?!” he demanded, and Alex turned silent, shocked. “You’re gonna spend the next decade fighting in a war you never wanted to fight.”

“S-Stop it –”

“You’ll never sleep again because the nightmares will never leave you alone!”

“You’re crazy!” Alex tried to push him away, but Michael held on. “You don’t know what it’s like here, what he’s like! You don’t know what he’s done!”

“I do know!” Michael said, and Alex shook his head as his eyes instinctively fell on Michael’s left hand. He froze.

“Your hand,” Alex whispered. “It’s healed.”

Michael looked down. The cloth around his hand had come undone to reveal perfectly healed skin. Alex fought himself out of his hold.

“You’re not Michael, get off me! LET GO!”

“Alex, please!” Michael held on tighter. “I’m from the future, I came back here to warn you.”

“Greg! Help!”

“I’m trying to save you, Private! The Air Force ruins everything between us.”

“No, you’re lying!” Alex screamed. “Guerin doesn’t care about me! He’s just like everyone else – he doesn’t care what happens to me!”

Michael stared. “You don’t believe that. Alex, I love you.”

Alex managed to shove Michael back a few steps, but Michael pulled him along with him. “You’re not the real Michael!” Alex screamed. “He wouldn’t try to save me again, not after what happened! And if I stay here, it’ll keep happening!” He tried uselessly to free himself. “I have to get stronger, I have to.”

“But you’re strong enough –”

“I couldn’t save him!” Alex cried, and Michael stilled. “Not against anything!”

“Alex –”

“You know where he was the last time I saw him?” Alex demanded. “A cell, drunk out of his mind and so bruised he looks like someone used him as a punching bag. It’s all because I couldn’t protect him.”

“You’re going to get hurt fighting,” Michael said, but his voice sounded more desperate now than anything. “Don’t you get that?”

“I love him,” Alex said, his tone almost insulted. “I’d get hurt a million times over if it means I can be sure that he’ll never be hurt again.”

Michael clenched his jaw. “I won’t thank you for it. I never do.”

Alex searched his face, his own streaked with tears. When he spoke, his voice was cold and steady. “Well, you’re not my Michael.”

Michael released him, staggering back as if he’d been hit. Alex seized his chance and ran past him out the door, calling to his brothers. Michael barely managed to turn and call Alex’s name when the world around him turned to white, and the next thing he knew, he was back in his bunker. He was sprawled on the floor against the wall, as if he’d been blasted backwards by the console.

It took him a second to get his bearings, and he spotted his phone on the worktable. He checked the date. According to the time, he’d only been gone a few minutes.

Michael hurried up the ladder. He expected to find an apocalypse waiting on the other side, but everything looked the same as always.

“You done in there?” Sanders barked from across the junkyard. “We’ve got work to do, boy!”

“Sanders!” he ran up to him. “Listen. Do you – uh – remember seeing me eleven years ago?”

Sanders sighed. “What?”

“Seeing me, like this,” Michael said, gesturing at himself. “I told you about time travel, and coming back from the future?”

Sanders said nothing a moment, then he smacked Michael across the head. “No more day drinking! You’re too young for it!” he grumbled as he walked away.

Michael considered his reaction while his chest ached with a heavy feeling. Had he really been thrown back in time? Or had the spaceship just knocked him out and made him dream the whole thing? He scratched his jaw.

It made more sense, and he knew it would be stupid to check, but something in him yearned to see Alex now, to make sure he was okay. He told Sanders he’d be right back, and, despite the old man’s shouting, he got in his truck and drove as quickly as he could.

His heart hammered the whole way, and when he parked in front of Alex’s house, it was almost leaping into his throat. He swallowed and stepped out. He knocked on the door and waited.

Alex answered in his sweats and pale gray sweater, his hair windswept and his cheeks rosy, and Michael wondered if he’d crashed the second he’d gotten home after their little fight.

Michael almost reached out, wanting so badly to hold him. All the anger he’d felt was gone, replaced with the longing and yearning that usually kept just below the surface of everything he did and said.

“Hey,” he said, his voice unsteady despite himself.

Alex frowned. “Hi. Did something happen?”

“Do you remember me coming to the toolshed the day before you enlisted?” he said in one breath.

“What?”

“Crazy guy,” Michael clarified. “Looked a lot like me? Told you not to enlist?”

Alex crossed his arms. “I think I would remember if you told me not to enlist, Guerin.”

Michael swallowed. Dream it is. “Would that have stopped you?”

Alex’s expression softened. “I don’t think so.”

“Wasn’t I enough for you?”

“Maybe I just wanted to be enough for you.”

Michael pursed his lips, his eyes falling to Alex’s leg.

“I love him.”

“I’d get hurt a million times over if it means I can be sure that he’ll never be hurt again.”

“Well, you’re not my Michael.”

“Alex.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Alex’s shoulders fell, his brows furrowed as tears filled Michael’s eyes. Alex had never stopped thinking of him, had never stopped fighting for him, for them. Michael remembered the day he’d enlisted, the day he’d made sure he’d get arrested. He couldn’t bear say goodbye, not to Alex. Never to Alex.

“Hey,” Alex said softly, closing the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Michael’s shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay.”

Michael hugged Alex’s waist, burying his face in the crook of the airman’s neck. His hands trembled, and he held Alex tight enough that it should’ve hurt, but Alex never moved away.

Michael inhaled his scent, kissing his shoulder before pressing his face against his neck again, all the while Alex comforting him.

“Everything’s okay,” he quietly promised, protecting Michael in all the ways that mattered, just like he always did.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex one shot #malex fanfic #malex fic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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a-musing-mixologist · 3 years ago

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(On A03 here)

15 November 2018

[To: Phones]: Just you wait. Imma find you yo.

[To: Phones]: Ill bring you back.

[To: Phones]: You gotta hang in there

16 November 2018

[To: Phones]: That Reaper did something dammit. Its like only me an Shiki remember you.

[To: Phones]: But dont worry once I get ya back well fix this.

[To: Phones]: Gonna scour Shibuya till I find out whats goin on.

17 November 2018

[To: Phones]: You better be alive Phones.

[To: Phones]: Ya know what I mean...

18 November 2018

[To: Phones]: AARGH

[To: Phones]: Aint no sign of any Reapers. They gotta be here.

[To: Phones]: Ill figure this out

20 November 2018

[To: Phones]: Aint stopped searching. I know you out there

[To: Phones]: I can feel it yo. You can too right?

[To: Phones]: We still synced I know it.

22 November 2018

[To: Phones]: still looking

[To: Phones]: Are you even getting these

[To: Phones]: Aint matter...

[To: Phones]: Your number ain't showin as disconnected. Thats something.

13 November 2018

[To: Phones]: I guess this ain't a normal Reapers Game. Youd be back now...

[To: Phones]: Not like any of us expected it to be.

25 November 2018

[To: Phones]: Had a weird dream.

[To: Phones]: Like I was figthin by your side again. But I aint know where it was.

[To: Phones]: Not Shibuya.

29 November 2018

[To: Phones]: Still nothing. Aint gonna stop me.

[To: Phones]: I miss you... (unsent)

1 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Still looking.

5 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Raining. Skating in the rain kind of sucks.

7 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Had that weird dream again.

[To: Phones]: I know that means you still out there.

10 December 2018

[To: Phones]: You better be hanging in there.

[To: Phones]: I aint think it was gonna take this long.

[To: Phones]: Even if ya got screwed over like our Game... you should be back by now right?

[To: Phones]: They really pulling some shit.

[To: Phones]: I can't stand it yo.

15 December 2018

[To: Phones]: It actually snowed a bit. Weird.

[To: Phones]: Maybe one day Ill learn to snowboard.

17 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Had to take a family holiday photo ugh.

[To: Phones]: If the Reapers is looking for more ways to torture people

[To: Phones]: That's one of them.

20 December 2018

[To: Phones]: It's COLD. I hope it aint like this where you are.

23 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Dont think Im giving up yo.

[To: Phones]: Had that dream again.

24 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Rhyme made like 300 Christmas cookies.

25 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Merry Christmas

[To: Phones]: I ate too much

17 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Dammit where ARE you.

1 January 2019

[To: Phones]: New year new chances to find you.

5 January 2019

[To: Phones]: You holdin up?

10 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Still cold.

17 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Shiki and Eri's are gonna try selling their stuff

20 January 2019

[To: Phones]: IM GONNA FIND YOU DAMN IT

[To: Phones]: I can still feel it. I know you there even if you aint get these.

23 January 2019

[To: Phones]: You got Partners again? I hope you ain't alone...

[To: Phones]: It's been so long

[To: Phones]: But these are still going through...

[To: Phones]: And I can still feel you. I know thats what this feeling is.

27 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Aint giving up

[To: Phones]: I miss you. (unsent)

[To: Phones]: You should be here by now (unsent)

1 February 2019

[To: Phones]: Shiki and Eri's stuff is really takin' off.

12 February 2019

[To: Phones]: Sorry school and shit getting to me

[To: Phones]: Even if I aint check in Im still here

[To: Phones]: And still looking

20 February 2019

[To: Phones]: You better be kickin Noise and Reaper ass yo.

3 March 2019

[To: Phones]: Rhyme is really into computers now

[To: Phones]: I ain't understand shit.

[To: Phones]: At least she aint talk like Tabooty

17 March 2019

[To: Phones]: You better be ok.

27 March 2019

[To: Phones]: I totally aced a test today!

29 March 2019

[To: Phones]: That dream...

[To: Phones]: Where ARE you (unsent)

5 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Still looking

12 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Thought by now I'd track down at least one Reaper yo.

[To: Phones]: Aint like Pixie Chick blends in

20 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Damn it Phones where the hell are you

[To: Phones]: Shibuya feels like its moving on

[To: Phones]: Its just wrong yo.

27 April 2019

[To: Phones]: I know there's Reapers in the RG

[To: Phones]: I swear I'll find 'em and make 'em talk.

5 May 2019

[To: Phones]: Is this hopeless? (unsent)

[To: Phones]: Well I guess we know who's got the higher Noise Erased count now.

20 May 2019

[To: Phones]: I think I've memorized every side street and alleyway in this city.

[To: Phones]: When you back Ill be able to show you around blindfolded.

2 June 2019

[To: Phones]: HOT.

13 June 2019

[To: Phones]: People really love Mr. Mew

[To: Phones]: Shiki an Eri might be getting an actual shop to sell stuff in.

24 June 2019

[To: Phones]: I want to go to the beach.

[To: Phones]: You ever gone there?

[To: Phones]: Can't imagine you in trunks.

[To: Phones]: akljf;ds

5 July 2019

[To: Phones]: How you holdin up

18 July 2019

[To: Phones]: Who decided hot and sticky was a good temperature for anything

29 July 2019

[To: Phones]: I aint giving up you better not either.

1 August 2019

[To: Phones]: Rhyme is scary good with computers. She said something about hacking. Should I be afraid?

17 August 2019

[To: Phones]: Guess who fought a cicada.

22 August 2019

[To: Phones]: The hell is with these dreams.

5 September 2019

[To: Phones]: I ain't know how many times Ive walked the same streets.

6 September 2019

[To: Phones]: Dont think that last text means I given up. I aint.

20 September 2019

[To: Phones]: This city has changed so much. So many new places.

[To: Phones]: Can't wait to show you.

1 October 2019

[To: Phones]: How many Noise you beat by now?

10 October 2019

[To: Phones]: Everyone wants to go to Shibuya Halloween this year.

31 October 2019

[To: Phones]: THIS WAS A BAD IDEA I AIN'T NEVER SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE.

[To: Phones]: It took 45 minutes to leave the station and get across the Scramble.

[To: Phones]: We were all bullied into wearing Mr. Mew costumes.

[To: Phones]: Rhyme wants me to clarify that only I was bullied.

7 November 2019

[To: Phones]: Really hoped with all those Halloween vibes that maybe something would turn up.

[To: Phones]: All that stuff about ghosts and shit.

[To: Phones]: Still nothing.

20 November 2019

[To: Phones]: I ain't giving up.

1 December 2019

[To: Phones]: It's December again...

19 December 2019

[To: Phones]: You really gotta see all these lights

[To: Phones]: One day.

20 December 2019

[To: Phones]: No escape from Family Holiday Photos.

24 December 2019

[To: Phones]: Too many Christmas cookies.

25 December 2019

[To: Phones]: Merry Christmas kick some Noise ass.

1 January 2020

[To: Phones]: This will be the year.

1 February 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok so maybe it wasn't the month. But it's still gonna be the year.

4 March 2020

[To: Phones]: Im sorry I couldnt find you sooner (unsent)

[To: Phones]: This is takin longer than I thought.

17 March 2020

[To: Phones]: You got this.

1 April 2020

[To: Phones]: Aint giving up.

1 May 2020

[To: Phones]: Sorry... school and shit.

[To: Phones]: Dont worry though. Im still here.

[To: Phones]: I know you are too.

1 June 2020

[To: Phones]: I hope its cooler wherever you are.

1 July 2020

[To: Phones]: Even CAT hasn't done anything in months. I wonder what happened to Mr H.

1 August 2020

[To: Phones]: Still get those dreams once in a while

[To: Phones]: Do you...

1 September 2020

[To: Phones]: Fall again...

1 October 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok this year we'll be prepared for Shibuya Halloween.

31 October 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok ain't no way to prepare for that.

[To: Phones]: One of these days you gonna suffer with us.

1 November 2020

[To: Phones]: I will find you. No matter how long it takes.

1 December 2020

[To: Phones]: December again...

[To: Phones]: Damn it.

[To: Phones]: Please be alright.

1 January 2021

[To: Phones]: OK THIS YEAR. I KNOW IT.

[To: Phones]: I wonder what you look like now.

[To: Phones]: Will I recognize you? (unsent)

10 January 2021

[To: Phones]: Fuck. College is next year...

1 February 2021

[To: Phones]: Gatto Nero is gonna get a shop in 104! Can you believe it?

1 March 2021

[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she working on something. Iono what that means...

1 April 2021

[To: Phones]: That dream again. Something feels different yo.

1 May 2021

[To: Phones]: Somethin's weird. Aint had a feeling like this in a long time.

[To: Phones]: Hang in there.

1 June 2021

[To: Phones]: Pins are getting popular again. Even Gatto Nero's getting' in on it. You outta see these designs!

1 July 2021

[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she close to a breakthrough. I aint know on what but she says its gonna help.

27 July 2021

[To: Phones]: Something is definitely goin down yo. You feel it too?

[To: Phones]: We close, I know it.

[To: Phones]: This time fo sho.

[To: Phones]: You comin home.

#Why did I feel COMPELLED to do this?#This was my morning.#SUFFER WITH ME #cut for length #🍛Muse || Beat #:D

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second-chance-stray · 3 years ago

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RP Log: Riylli, Rising, and Cravs rethink a plan.

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Riylli Aliapoh waves to Rising as she enters the room. "Hey, you finally made it!" She says, despite only arriving herself only about a minute ago. "Okay! Now we can finally start! The goal for tonight is to figure out a way to deal with that Rot lady! And maybe get a little drunk. But just a little, got it?"

Cravendy Hound sweeps a neat pile of sawdust into the corner and then disappears into the back to put her broom away. Contrary to Riylli's suggestion, she comes out with her arms full of bottles.

Rising Lotus walked in and immediately took a seat at the bar, leaning back against the counter. "Do you think it's a good idea to plan while drinkin'? Also you missed bar night last night!...well I 'spose you didn't miss much though. Slow night."

Riylli took her seat beside Rising. "...Wasn't really in the mood." She muttered, waving her hand dismissively. "And were only gonna get a little drunk, remember? Just enough to spark our creativity!"

Rising Lotus shrugs and give Riylli a dismissive wave. "Don't worry I get it, between Mivo an' Mayumi. Nothin' wrong with takin' a night to yourself, you were missed though." she gave Riylli a smile and a thumbs up, spinning on her stool after to eye up the selection.

(Riylli Aliapoh) ("Only a little drunk")

Cravendy Hound deposits everything on the counter, leaving scant room for cups. "Just enough to spark our creativity, aye."

Riylli Aliapoh 's ears folded back a bit at that, not sure how to respond. "I'll... Show up for the next one then... But you better keep those two away from me, got it?" She said, turning to grab whichever bottle nearby had 'Mead' written on it

Cravendy Hound: "A guy came in and showed us 'is lack of eye. Pretty gross." Cravs turns to open the cabinets behind her and places a stack of empty cups at the far end of the counter.

Riylli Aliapoh: "W...Why'd he go and do that..?" Riylli made a face of disgust at the thought. It was probably for the best that she had not been there

Rising Lotus: "Aye he did, looked super gross...though I guess Crav's asked him to show us, an' your not NOT gonna look at that if given an' opportunity right?"

Cravendy Hound: "I told 'im to! Wanted to know if it was just for show," Cravs laughs. She ducks down for a second and pulls up a set of ingredients - frozen pineapple, oranges, cherries and a bit of mint. "...I nearly died gettin' these pineapples awhile back, so. 'ere, I'll make us somethin' tasty."

Riylli Aliapoh stuck out her tongue at Rising. "No way, that's gross!" She grumbled, taking a swig of her bottle. She raised an eyebrow at Cravs' words. "...How do you almost die gettin' pineapples?"

Rising Lotus "They better be tasty if you almost bit it tryin' to get 'em. An' I suppose they could fallen on her, prick her with them pointy parts." she thinks for a few moments. "...do pineapples grow on trees? I know those hard brown things do.."

Cravendy Hound 's mouth sets in a hard line. She pointedly ignores Riylli's question and focuses her attention on juice the fruit.

Riylli Aliapoh gives Rising a worried look at Cravs' reaction, but decides to change the subject. "...Anyroad, all that aint important. We gotta figure out a plan to deal with Rot after all! So... Uh... Any suggestions..?"

Cravendy Hound: "They grow in bushes, actually."

Rising Lotus "So they ain't related to pine trees or cones at all then? Why they called that then?" considering she forgot why they were here before they started drinking, it looked like it might be a long night.

Cravendy Hound: "Well, speakin' in a general sense...we could do somethin' legal, illegal, or in between." Cravs pours a bit of pineapple and orange juice in a glass full of ice, and then dumps the rest of the ingredients in. Vodka, cherry, mint. "I....I don't know, actually? Just know the bush they grow outta doesn't look like a pine tree."

Riylli Aliapoh: "Focussss" She hissed at Rising, shooting her a glare. "Pineapples aint important right now! Aint you supposed to be the smart one outta all of us?"

Cravendy Hound: "Oy, and why ye gettin' 'ung up on the 'pine' part? What about 'apple'? Doesn't look or taste like an apple at all!"

Rising Lotus looks at Riylli for a few moments, the turning to Cravs. "... I don't know if that's a good thing, I mean.. smart enough to not do some of the dumb shit you to do I 'spose...but I guess that's jus' cause one of us has to be alive to take the other two home. Huh."

Riylli Aliapoh: "Wha-? I don't do dumb shite! You've seen my magic, I'm really smart!" She insists, immediately getting sidetracked as well.

Rising Lotus "...you're right... it doesn't taste or look like an' apple...an' I think we all only are smart in like, some very particular areas really. I mean I dunno, I never felt that smart...cept for like fishin' an' fightin'."

Cravendy Hound: "Oy, we're 'ere to talk plans, right?! So come on! Drink up, and get those juices flowin'!" Cravs pushes the bottles aside and deposits cocktails in front of Rising and Riylli.

Riylli Aliapoh eyes the drink suspiciously, but eventually gave in and replaced her mead. Her ears flickered as she tasted it, looking up to grin at Cravs. "It's good! I was worried it was gonna be all bitter like that other stuff you... Er... L-Like other drinks. In general. Y'know..."

Rising Lotus took a long drag from the drink, giving a nod of approval. "What other stuff you drinkin'? I mean I 'spose a lot of booze is bitter." she took another swig, blinking a few times afterwards. "...plannin' though...I think we ought to be careful, loanshark types aren't shy when it comes to doin' nasty things to folk they don't like."

Cravendy Hound: "Is knowin' magic a measure of smartness? Like, couldn't ye just use it on instinct? Then it'd be dumb magic." Cravs rambles as she picks up her own glass to sip on. She beams at Riylli's compliment. "Aye, can't beat a good fruity drink every now and again."

Riylli Aliapoh: "Of course magic is a measure of smartness! All the big mages are real smart folk, like that leh-vee-yur guy!" She said, before suddenly shaking her head. "Wait, no, planning dammit! I say the best way to get rid of her is by gettin' the law to lock her away, like Cravs planned. Just... think we should go about it a different way."

Rising Lotus: "I'm sure she's in the pockets of some of the Yellow Jackets though, coin is worth more than justice most the time. Used to hear 'bout it from my ma all the time growin' up. She'll weasel her way out probably."

Cravendy Hound nods to Rising's words. "Aye. The type where if ye cut off one head, two more will take its place. We definitely should avoid killin' anyone, cause that'll just make things worse."

Riylli Aliapoh glares at Cravs. "Of course were not killing anyone! Were the good guys, we don't do that kind of junk." She said, crossing her arms defiantly. "She can't be in the pockets of ALL those... 'yellow jackets' though, right? Just gotta make sure whatever we pin on her can't be covered up"

Cravendy Hound: "Lever-err...? That's the pipsqueak that was responsible for all that Crystal Brave stuff, right? Or was it...Urrre-ranger." Cravs rubs at her temples as she tries to recall. So much had happened while she wasn't 'paying attention.'

Rising Lotus "That an' we'll probably be arrested ourselves, along with what Cravs said of course!" she took another sip. "Hmm... most folks like her, place to hit where it'll hurt would be her wallet." she rubbed her chin "How many ways does she got gil comin' in?"

Cravendy Hound: "That was my main goal, actually. If people know she's sellin' stolen goods, then even if she pays off the Yellow Jackets, 'er reputation is sure to tank. And then, she won't 'ave the cash or time to mess round with Baldur."

Riylli Aliapoh takes another sip of her drink, clearly enjoying it judging by the way her ears wiggled. "...So how do we go about doin' that? Steal the stolen stuff from her? Or... Set a trap maybe..?"

Rising Lotus "Maybe get somethin' everyone will know will be stolen? Then when she tries to hock it she'd get caught?" she shrugged, nearly draining her drink with the next sip. "Jus' need to make sure it's somethin' big...but somethin' she wouldn't recognize." she nodded a few too many times at her words, must of been a strong drink.

Cravendy Hound: "...if we steal the stolen stuff from 'er, then it'll just look like we stole it. And I don't think she'd be bold enough to try to sell somethin' that's well known."

Riylli Aliapoh: "...Then... What if we try buyin' somethin'? But set it up so the yellowjackets are there to see it happen?"

Rising Lotus shook her head "Naw, we'd never know if they'd be on her side or not..

Rising Lotus leand on elbow as she ponder, sipping up the remnants of her drink. "What... if...we trick her into stealin' from another type like her...someone more powerful?"

Cravendy Hound: "...It /could/ work. But she sells spice, so 'ow could we prove it was stolen? A bag of salt is as good as any."

Riylli Aliapoh thinks for a moment. "Well... What if it aint yellowjackets..? What if we used the wood wailers? Or the brass blades? Theres no way she'd be in the pockets of those guys, so... If we pull her out there with good enough bait..."

Cravendy Hound raises a brow at Rising's suggestion and thinks to herself. "Might blow up in our faces, but that's an interestin' idea."

Rising Lotus: "I mean that's an option, but she probably has a pretty set territory right?" she slid her glass forward towards Cravs, not so subtly wanting a refill. "It's have ta be somethin' big to bring here out here or in Thanalan."

Cravendy Hound: "Hm, well. Brass Blades ain't worth a penny, but the Wood Wailers might be stiff enough. Problem is gettin' 'er all the way out 'ere." Cravs refills Rising's cup.

Riylli Aliapoh seeing Rising do it, Riylli outstretches her cup as well for Cravs to refill. "Well, you were tryin' to get her attention with milkroot weren't you? I'm guessin' that's what that toad ooze was for at least..?"

Cravendy Hound pours Riylli a generous refill. "Aye, well...the toad ooze is supposed to be the bait. Somethin' that my friends would steal and then peddle to Rot."

Rising Lotus happily retrieves her glass and takes a sip, smacking her lips together after swallowing with a refreshed sigh. "She we still try that? I mean I 'spose we never got a chance to see what happened. Otherwise is there any other powerfull folks that we could trick her to steal from?"

Cravendy Hound: "It'd be more like, convincin' my friends to steal from someone powerful, and then hopin' Mindred buys it 'ot. Lady doesn't steal stuff directly...which means there's a risk that the blame'll end up fallin' on my friends instead."

Riylli Aliapoh noticably winced a bit as Cravs mentioned her friends. "W-What if I tried to sell it to her instead?" She speaks up suddenly. "She doesn't really know me, and everyone thinks Keepers are all criminals anyroad."

Rising Lotus grimaced at that idea. "I dunno, she did meet ya after all... an' you didn't come of as the most...knowin' 'bout business..ish." she hiccupped after getting to the end of her sentence, following it with another swig. "I 'spose if anythin' it is an' in with her..kinda..connects us an' Heartwood too though."

Cravendy Hound gives Riylli a long, hard look, and then finally shakes her head no. "Ye don't look the criminal part of ye ask me. And...I'm worried. Wouldn't we only be able to pin it on Rot if ye actually committed a crime?"

Riylli Aliapoh: "If she thinks I'm stupid, that just means she'll suspect me less!" Riylli insists, "I could easily find somethin' she'd want. I don't even gotta get it myself! Theres this little... Well... A black market I guess is what you'd call it. It get's pretty regular raids from the wailers, but everyone always ends up there again after a bit. If she's there when a raid happens, she'd get locked up for sure!"

Riylli Aliapoh: "I'm a Keeper. That makes me the 'criminal type' in most peoples eyes. Just ask Mivo"

Rising Lotus still looks a bit hesitant. "Do you think she'd go that far out Cravs? An' if this all happens, an' she does get locked away, how she gonna know that...err I mean, How is she not gonna suspect somethin'? She does know who ya are an' stuff, might send some of her lackeys after you, us, your clan."

Cravendy Hound picks up the carafe and tops of Rising's glass absentmindedly...pouring until it overfills. Somethings itching at the back of Crav's mind. "Do ye go to these black markets often? Riylli, do ye...are ye wanted?"

Cravendy Hound: "If we could get Rot to go to one of these black markets, it could just work. But I agree with Risin', it seems risky, and it could come back to bite ye Riylli."

Rising Lotus wasn't paying attention until it ran over her hand. "Hey, HEY!" she quickly reached her hand over to push Crav's hand back enough until she wasn't spilling, flicking her soaked digits in the woman's direction before sipping from the very top of her glass.

Riylli Aliapoh: "I-I do not!" She said quickly. "It's just... Before I started my adventurin' work... My clan didn't exactly have enough gil for medicine and stuff. So... We'd go sell pelts and stuff there... Gridania wouldn't let us sell with them, so we didn't really have a choice... But we never did anythin' bad! All our stuff was caught fair and square, no poaching or anything!"

Cravendy Hound: "...Oh, blast it." Cravs looks around for a towel to soak up the mess.

Riylli Aliapoh: "And if she gets caught up in a raid, theres no way she could blame that one me! We'd just... have to figure out a way to time it somehow... I'm sure someone in Heartwood must have connections, right? All we need to know is when, then we just gotta set up the deal!"

Cravendy Hound lets out a sigh. "Well, Riylli, ye sound used to dancin' round the Wailers. But if ye ever end up tossed in gaol, Risin' and I would be 'appy to pay the bail. Right?" She glances over at the other Roegadyn

Cravendy Hound: "We'll need a real good bait to lure Rot all the way to Gridania /and/ to a black market."

Rising Lotus "I 'spose it sounds like the most...thought out plan we've had all night." she shrugged, sputtering into her drink a bit at mention of paying Riylli's bail. "What? I mean, sure...long as it ain't way expensive or nothin'. How much it cost to be black market sellin'?" she cocked her head as she pondered what they should try to sell. "Well, what she like outside of her normal dealin's? Does she collect anythin'?"

Riylli Aliapoh crosses her arms. "They could never catch me." She mutters, turning away as she let the other two discuss bait

Cravendy Hound: "If the bails too expensive then we could..." Cravs punch a fist into her hand, and then cracks her knuckles. "...but, quietly."

Rising Lotus: "We'd need to pick a bit first before we go out an' steal somethin'." she glances around Crav's room. "...or maybe borrow somethin'? I'm sure we must have somethin' 'round here folks would want to get their hands on."

Riylli Aliapoh turned her head back. "H-Hey! Even if the wailers are mostly a buncha racist assholes, ya still can't do stuff like that! I said they won't catch me, the shroud is my territory remember? Even the Keeper's they got in their ranks wouldn't be as fast as someone who lives out there"

Cravendy Hound: "Anyway, 'ow we gonna lure Rot to the market? Sell stuff so cheap that she 'as to go check it out? Or, maybe if we find someone she trusts, and convince 'em to bring 'er there."

Rising Lotus grumbles "We need to get somethin' she's interested in! That'll bring her in, maybe tell someone she knows 'bout it so she'll come all this way." she took a long drink, mumbling into her drink about repeating herself.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Rising's got a point. Somethin' around here should spark her interest. She sells spice you said..? I bet Luma has some of that!"

Rising Lotus: "Or maybe somethin' really out there...folks with lots of money like weird dumb things."

Cravendy Hound: "Interest is one thing, trust is another...Rot's gonna be cautious, especially outside of 'er territory." Cravs crosses her arms and leans back as she tries to rack her brain people she could pull a favor from. "...Do ye think Momori might know Rot?"

Riylli Aliapoh: "Well... She seemed a bit sketchy, but I only ever met her once or twice. You guys'd know better than me"

Cravendy Hound chuckles a little when Riylli brings up Luma. "HAh! Bakin' and usin' spice is different from sellin' it! But...ye know. Haila might 'ave somethin' cool to sell."

Rising Lotus sneered. "I don't like the idea of ownin' her any favors...but aye Haila might have somethin' she'd be interested in. Or maybe some Gobbie stuff, sure some of that weird metal junk probably is expensive."

Riylli Aliapoh: "But he'd still HAVE some! And probably some rare Golmore stuff too since he's with Haila! I bet that'd get Rot's attention for sure!"

Cravendy Hound: "I'd gladly owe a favor to Momori if it means we can get Rot to come, cause I'm still not sold on the whole 'us sellin' crap to lure Rot' front. Wouldn't random people also want to buy shit?! What if she doesn't come and we just end up makin' a profit?"

Cravendy Hound blinks at at the mention of Golmore. "H-huh?! What in the bloody 'ells is Luma and Haila gettin' into...Bah. The less I know, the better."

Riylli Aliapoh: "Well... First we just gotta find out when the next raid is comin'. Once we know that, then we can figure out a way to convince Rot to show up on that particular night. Dangle some bait in front of her she can't resist! I can make sure it don't get sold to anyone before she arrives so she gets caught red-handed"

Rising Lotus "You know how she is, you sure you want that? Probably end up.. takin' one of your limbs or somethin' after sayin' she jus' needs a hand with somethin'.." she rubs her forehead " After the other day when all that happened I jus' wouldn't trust her."

Cravendy Hound opens her mouth, about to say something to go against Rising's concern...but can't find anything to say. It was true - the lalafell was objectively shady and untrustworthy. But it was those same qualities that made her think Momori would be able to pull the strings necessary to get Rot to show up.

Cravendy Hound: ".....Yeah, well, if she takes my 'and, then I can get a cool robot one."

Rising Lotus pounds her fist on the counter. "You ain't losin' your damn hand if I can help it!" she exhaled through her nostrils sharply. "Ngh..well if we are gonna go through her...maybe I should be the one to ask. She don't know much 'bout me, don't need her usin' your reputation in Limsa against ya." she drummed her fingers on the counter while she nursed her drink.

Riylli Aliapoh raises an eyebrow, but tries to stay on task. "Well... If one of you gets Momori on board, and the other gets some exotic spice, I can focus on finding a seller at the markets we can trust. Then we just need the info on the next raid's date! Momori claimed to have ties to the alliance, so maybe she has connections in the wailers as well?"

Cravendy Hound wags a finger at Rising. "There's no point in worryin' about somethin' uncertain! Damn lalafell might not even be able to 'elp us, so...Let's start by figurin' out about the raid and gatherin' stuff to vendor. The frog ooze can be our first product. I gotta get rid of the stuff somehow."

Riylli Aliapoh grins, clearly rather pleased with how this evening had turned out. "Gimme the toad ooze, it'll be real popular at the market since it makes milkroot crazy potent, so it'd make a great bribe to get a merchant on our side!"

Rising Lotus grumbles more as she finishes up her drink. "Well if we are gonna talk to her let me know an' I'll find her an' ask her..while avoided kickin' her 'cross the room." Her face was looking a bit flushes after she finished her second (and a half with her sloppy top off from Cravs) drink.

Cravendy Hound points at a barrel in the corner with her shoulder. "Ye can pick it up whenever. Just don't open it...apparently, agin' it makes it more potent, as well as smelly."

#ff14 rp logs #riylli aliapoh #Rising Lotus #Cravendy Hound #lmao these three

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sweet-symphony0 · 4 years ago

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Leon rescues Elliot from Vera

My lady! So sorry this is so atrociously late, life got in the way and for a bit there, the robot prompts scared me even though I was the one who asked for them. Just in time for the new year, right? 😅

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The first thing Leon noticed was the dead body on the floor with a knife sticking out the back. Keeping his gun close to him he inched further in, taking slow steps until he could make out who else was there.

He spotted Elliot, frozen, almost zombie-like in an armchair with a woman off to the side, looking equally traumatized. Leon took another step, quietly observing when the woman spotted him and she screamed. Elliot didn’t move, which was the only thing Leon cared about. His eyes moved from Elliot, to the woman, to the body, the pieces starting to click into place.

“Cuz,” he said, gaze shifting to Elliot. “You good?”

Elliot didn’t respond, so Leon looked to the woman for some kind of information then, who just shook her head fearfully. Leon looked down at his gun, back at the woman, and tucked his gun away and out of sight with a “we good now?” expression. “Yo, cuz” he said again to Elliot, who finally registered who it was.

Leon could see the thousand questions moving through his head so all he said was, “here for you. Let’s go.”

“Who-who are you?” The woman finally demanded, stepping a bit closer to Elliot, her expression still one a combination of fear and shock. “You can’t just take him-”

Elliot finally spoke up, his voice montone as ever. “Krista.”

Ah. So this was Krista. Leon relaxed considerably, she was good. She cared for Elliot too. She was protective, even, based on her stance, and the fact that she was the one who’d killed the fucker on the floor. Leon had to give her props. He respected her.

“We’re safe.” Elliot croaked out again. “He’s...good. This is Leon.”

“Good?!” And at Elliot’s pleading, somewhat numb expression, an expression screaming for her to trust him, again, Krista deflated. It looked like as he knew of her, she knew of him, too. Leon took that as his cue to step away, heading back out.

“I’ll be downstairs. Take ya time, but don’t take too long. Get me?”

He lit a cigarette once he was outside as he waited, surveying the street. Two minutes later, Krista was leading Elliot down the steps and out the door, who looked like he was barely functioning. Not for the first time, Leon wondered what kind of shit Elliot had landed himself in.

“The nearest precinct,” Krista said with a tone that brooked no argument as she got Elliot into the backseat. Leon shrugged, and shifted the gear into drive, pulling out of the spot.

He parked them across the street from the precinct, and watched silently as Krista and Elliot argued silently over whether Elliot should talk to the police. Elliot was crying, and the only thing Leon caught was “what do people like me do...when they find out about something like this?”

He couldn’t hear Krista’s response, but her expression was remorseful, and to his surprise, Elliot hugged her. Leon turned away, feeling like he was intruding on something private, and he lit another cigarette.

He looked up when Elliot opened the passenger side door, and leaned over to see Krista disappearing into the precinct. Elliot slid into the seat, crying slowly again, leaning his head back against the headrest. He didn’t give a shit where they were headed, Leon knew, so Leon drove out of town, headed to one of the safe houses.

They didn’t talk on the way. Words had never been their thing, anyway.

The safe house was in a shoddy apartment complex, no one else around and Leon parked the spot, waiting for a few seconds. Elliot didn’t register where they were, so Leon got out, going to unlock one of the apartments, beckoning Elliot closer.

“C’mon cuz. We safe here.” Elliot brushed past him, hands in his pockets with his hoodie over his head, and surveyed the room suspiciously. Leon shrugged, setting his pack of cigarettes down. “Want one?”

“No.”

“Suit yourself.” He lounged out on the bed, watching Elliot pace relentlessly, always watching something Leon couldn’t see.

After Leon’s second cigarette, Elliot was considerably more broken, reconciling with something that he couldn’t bear to.

He was crying again softly, and Leon stood up. “C’mon.” At Elliot’s incredulous look, Leon nudged his head out the door. “C’mon. I got you.”

Elliot followed him out the door, walking with Leon to the vacant parking lot, watching silently as Leon leaned against the wall and gestured at nothing. “Let it out.”

Elliot stared, and Leon elaborated. “Somethin’s eatin at you, man, gotta let it out. Ain’t good to keep that shit in, know what I’m sayin?” Elliot still stared brokenly but something registered in his eyes. Leon nodded. “Let it out. Aint nobody here but you ‘n me.”

Elliot was still staring, and then as he started to sob, he walked away a few steps, heartbreaking sobs of someone lost echoing in his wake. And then as Leon watched, he let go into the night.

Elliot screamed, the sound echoing around and then he screamed again.

Screamed, and screamed, the sound whistling in the wind and into the trees.

And Leon watched, and waited.

#mr. robot fic #mr. robot #mr. robot season 4 #elliot alderson #leon #mr. robot prompt #I’m not good at writing Elliot but I tried #sorry this took forever #takes place 4x08 #happy new year guys #here’s a gift

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splendidshinobi · 4 years ago

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 11-15

LETS GO ROUND 3

episode 11: the other brothers elric part 1

yeet this thing edward

ok who r these so called other brothers

“METAL FATHER”

this girl’s uncle is sus. he’s now known as uncle lemons.

THE STONE???? WHOS MAKING A STONE

oh shit they got kicked to the curb

“THE REAL ELRIC BROTHERS???????” WHOSE ASS

i bet “alphonse” is the taller one

never mind

this twink is annoying

on your knees???????????????????????

ed plz

oh twink doesnt need a circle but doubtful he’s opened a portal of truth

he’s got philosopher’s juice instead i suppose!!

wheres mugear or whoever

oh found him

LUST <3

girly looks hot

anyways

oh its uncle lemons

these townspeople are annoying as shit

wow what a parallel tragic backstory

operation mole hole

what is the cough sub plot

i have questions

hmm there we go thx fletcher

ugh the twink is back

and now he’s an attempted murderer

OH FUCKKKKKKKK

great going twink your brother is gonna die

his villain origin story

uhhh what? part 2 i guess

episode 12: the other brothers elric part 2

fletcher is a homie

ed’s window dive was so dramatic

i literally cannot tell you what the twink’s name is

he is just twink

mugear is suspicious

he’s not even an alchemist??? bro

who is nash tringham

is he important other than in this specific episode arc

nash tringham and uncle lemons definitely got naughty back in the day

to be fair what is uncle lemons’ name? i do not know

like i cant be expected to remember every one bit character’s name? especially when i have all this other fma knowledge floating around in my head

MARCOH!!!!!!!

why is ed sitting in the tree like that

ed: “google earth...always taking pics”

what is this stone making process with pregnant ladies who thought of this

lets all throw mugear in a septic tank

sussssssss

edward is so unimpressed by this mans

HAHA yes edward my son

“it’s been a good while since i killed anyone. i kinda miss it.” EDWARD YOU KILL ME LMAOOO

uh oh he’s got a red water gun or somethin

so fletcher is the plant alchemist i see

twink’s name is RUSSELL????? how did i miss that

wooooooof sucks to suck mugear

thats A LOT of red water

fletcher’s alchemy is so weird

from the redwood forest to the gulf stream waterssss

what in tarnation is this boy doing

i guess we have another prodigy on our hands okayyyy

why do i feel like we’ll see the tringhams again

uncle lemons strikes again with LEMONS

whats in the letter????

from russell??? why r u so embarrassed edward

thats mighty homosexual of you good sir

episode 13: fullmetal vs flame

so this one is called fullmetal vs flame which makes me think theyre animating that bonus chapter??!!!??!!! yes!!!!!

colonel sarcasm?? nice ed

i too enjoy mocking roy toy

al found a cat

he definitely did

yup

um who’s yelling

probably mustang that dumpster fire of a man

BREDA!!!!!!!!!

black hayate!!!!!!! baby!!!!!!!

FUERY!!!!! he’s so small

breda is a mess omg

havoc is a mess too

kitty! “he called to me” precious al

these boys are a trainwreck

oh sad kitty flashback

mustang is such a freak

yeaH i wondER if mustang knows marcoh hmmmmmm HMMM

“names not familiar” yeah sure baby all yall ishval war criminals know each other

ARMSTRONG!!! hey!!!

ummm wtf fuhrer bradley

UM WHO IS THE LADY UM

hughes is a mESS

ed’s gremlin face gives me life

roy with hayate...im scared

take that dog away from him

yayayay bonus chapter fight scene!

shut up miniskirt man

oh no take the mic away from hughes

“you just want a promotion!!!” “give back my girlfriend!!!” im dying

i too would love to put a fist in mustang’s face

“too slow” damn idk that was kinda hot

but no im still gonna kill him

he’s so stupid

this is so chaotic

oooh cut the glove yessss

ope never mind

oh great he’s getting flashbacks... well shit happens when you commit war crimes

“ehhh???”

oh hmm theyre saying ishBal in this one instead of ishVal

ill probably still write ishval im more used to that

oh no black hayate she’s gonna pop a cap ive seen this clip before

she did it

“strict mommy” oh um ok

poor kitty cat

scar IS heather

episode 14: destruction’s right hand

back in liore with some more amestrian war crimes on the docket for today

ayyy envy our favorite morally corrupt they/them

gluttony’s snack time

new op lets gooooo

im not vibing as much but hey its kinda poppin

oh hey armstrong what up baby

to be fair ed did meet marcoh with armstrong in manga canon so

hahaha no thats not the fullmetal alchemist...thats alphonse!!!

marcoh’s voice sounds different hold on

yep different VA

dr marcoh’s alchemical oobleck

oh hey basque grand u sexy mustachioed bootlicker you shouldnt be here

what the FUCK he’s a weapon of mass destruction

i wish so hard netflix let you screenshot so i could add pics for added value!!!

if philosophers stones fall under grand’s jurisdiction then he is VERY SUS

he aint it

ope hey scar

this is an odd amalgamation of plot points

oops boy bye

ive always enjoyed scar’s CLEARLY adidas brand track pants

ummmm why did scar’s brother have BROWN hair

i- ok

i miss j michael tatum

ooooooh armstrong baby i was wondering where you were!

rose!!!! tell him!!! fuck u hakuro!!!!

trying to help?? dont make me laugh you’re a general in the amestrian military

episode 15: the ishbal massacre

kinda early for the ishval talk imo?? wonder what we’ll learn

armstrong is literally the buff rasputin trope on tiktok rn

“accidentally” shot an ishvalan child. hmm yeah no

envy just sneezed

HEY KIMBLEE YOU LITTLE SHIT

kimblee looks like christmas came early

they gave roy a stone??????? sounds noncanonical but ok

basque grand is literally wildin out fuck that guy

yuriy and sara’s skeletal remains just sneezed in the ground

wait a damn minute

wait a fucking minute

did roy

shoot

yuriy and sara

ROY SHOT WINRY’S PARENTS

and now hes gonna shoot himself

im taking a lap around my apartment OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE HELLLLLLLL

IM NEVER GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS

FINANCIALLY OR OTHERWISE

im texting my sister about it right now and just SCREAMING

OH NO NO NO MARCOH DO NOT TELL ED WHO KILLED THE ROCKBELLS

oh good he ran away

i literally CANNOT handle them finding out about this

ahaha roy shoots the gun in the air again

roy take that glove off its raining

riza’s leg sweep was way less funny this time

WAIT IT JUST OCCURRED TO ME THAT ROY WAS AT THE HOUSE AND SPOKE TO WINRY AND PINAKO

i mean hes no idiot he knew

what did marcoh just do to scar im confused

nothing will ever make sense to me again after what ive just witnessed

feral al lets gooo

so this episode’s events were pretty similar. other than marcoh.

AND THE FUCKING ROY MUSTANG ISSUE...,...........

OH NOOOOOO

MOMS VOICE???

MOMS VOICE????

episode 15 said hey bitch lets watch your world come CRASHING The FUCK DOWN

#carol watches fma03 #fullmetal alchemist #carol's remaining brain cells #im honest to god six feet under #IF YOURE IN THE 2003 TAGS AND SEE THIS POST #SLIDE INTO MY ASKS SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT EPISODE 15 #IM GOING #TO SCREAM

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my thoughts on ‘The taking of Dispach 9-1-1′

this was SUCH a good episode from start to finish! *pulls out a slide show* Now i’ll show you breaking down every. single. scene-

jk lmao...unless?

spoilers below the cut!

lord. have. mercy.

these hoes are givin me major heist vibes

tiffany bby ur the driver but for me to acknowledge you as such you better be Letty Ortiz good hun

wow these thugs are a lot my organized than i first thought like i know they was carryin guns but i aint know they was packin this much like damn

Oceans 8 who?

so i wanna know where they just...got a cop car???

OH HELL NAH Y’ALL BEST NOT MESS WITH TERRY

I MEAN ANA MAY BE HIS SISTER

AND SHE MAY BE MAKIN MOVES ON EDDIE

BUT IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE TERRY FLORES SO YOU GET YOUR GUN AWAY FROM SUNSHINE BBY

it’s kinda funny rewatching this scene when you know what’s about to go down

like i’m cacklin like ‘oh shooooot dramaaaa’

but i’m also like ‘SOMEONE GRAB JOSH AND RUN’

“temporary maintenance, happens all the time” cool cool cool

i’m not freakin out you’re freakin out

josh and maddie are like friend goals i love their dynamic like yoooo

hi yes could you please get that gun away from terry’s head i would really appreciate it.

OMG SECURITY DUDE NOOOO

wow ur like the only line of defense in the dispatch center and they just kicked ur ass

is this where our tax dollars are goin??

fly high josh’s mug, fly high

that absolute look of fear on his face tho, still breaks my heart

josh russo defense squad post up homies

“i love you, howie” nope nope nope didn’t like it the second time either

when that gun went off

LET ME TELL YOU

i just,,,waited for the blood to start comin out of terry

thank god it wasn’t him

good scene lmaooo 9-1-1 writers i hate you all lmao lmao

“bees are the least of your troubles here, sweetheart” I HATE YOU DUDE

someone call mama grant please

“we’ve got dispatch” i do not like this ma’am i’d like to speak to the manager

“you’ll shoot us” man shut the hell up-

“no, we’ll shoot the person next you you” this dude is insane

lookin like mr.clean’s evil cousin LMAOOOOO

“you only do something like this so you can do something...worse”

um whAT-

“you’re being paranoid, she’s fine” CHIMNEY NO NO NO

i don’t think i’ve ever thrown this much popcorn at my tv in my life

as chimney said “don’t do it man” just picture a 5′5 lightskinned girl tripping over her blanket while yelling “DO IT CHIM, DO IT!” and you’ll have me

“sorry, we are experiencing a high call volume” BITCH MORE LIKE A HIGH CRIME VOLUME SOMEBODY GET MAMA GRANT DAMNIT-

*screams* BUUUUUUUUCK

HI BBY

ooh nice shirt, i guess pink isn’t the only color that suits ya

he looks good in all the colors

whole damn snaaaaack

not to be an idiot on main but seriously, who watches the watchmen?

“i miss like an earthquake or something?” lmao chim is a whole vibe

“wait....why are you calling 9-1-1, is everything ok?” paired with that cute adorable concerned face he made is making me cry ok we don’t deserve buck T-T

“she’s at the call center, what could happen?” AT LOT ACTUALLY

OH THANK YOU JESUS IT’S ATHENA FUCKIN FINALLY

*cries* mama grant you won’t believe the day i’ve had

“he’s my husband” LMAOOOOO WHAT

whoa tiffany we’ve already had our fair share of mail bombs here that bet’ not be what i think it is

THE PACKAGE IS VIBRATING AND BLINKING TAKE COVER-

ohhhhhhhhhh

it’s just takin out the security systems lmao

“technical difficulties” BITCH MORE LIKE CRIMINAL DIFFICULTIES

“i bet this woman really thinks you’re...worthwhile.” JOSH BBY DON’T LISTEN TO A WORD HE SAYS EVERYONE LOVES YOU

ahaha thanks i did not need those flashbacks it hurt enough the first time

“a woman called about an omelet, i dispatched an officer”

“to the restaurant?”

“not exactly”

???

“i tried calling josh, but no answer” aww josh and buck are friendssssss :)

JOSH HAS BEEN ADOPTED BY THE FIREFAM PASS IT ON

JOSH YOU GENIUS

YOU SMART SMART CINNAMON ROLL

MAMA GRANT IT’S TIME TO MAKE SOME MOVES

“nO NO CHIMNEY DON’T HANG UP!” i shouldn’t have laughed so hard

oh great he’s hastily grabbing his jacket. he’s about to do something rash and irresponsible

....someone call eddie.

that’s some good heist music right there

the bad guys look stressed....good.

“you’re here so i can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t do anything foolish” BUT YOU LEFT BUCK

OK BUCK I LOVE YOU BBY

BUT YOU HAVE THIS HABIT OF TURNIN INTO SPECIAL AGENT 007 REAL FAST WHEN YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN TROUBLE MAN

HE’S THE ‘EVERYONE BEFORE ME’ MEMBER OF THE FIREFAM

mama grant i ain’t questionin your authority or nun but like???

WHY WOULD YOU NOT KEEP AN EYE ON BUCK TOO?

HE’S THE MOST LIKELY CANDIDATE TO DO SOMETHIN STUPID

thats some reckless drivin there buckaroo

buck who were you tryna fool tho

athena only knows one golden retriever dude in this city who drives a grey and black jeep

“ok now, don’t be mad” LMAOOOOOOOO

HANDS DOWN ONE OF MY FAVE SCENES

HE KNEW HIS MOM WAS PISSED TOO LMAOOOO

athena’s look is sending meeeeee 😂😂

omg my god😭😂

“hey buck”

“...hey chim”

athena has some dumbass kids yo

the best part is, she knows it

the way mr. clean broke his neck when dude said ‘police cruiser’ LMAOOOO

“and if it’s not normal?”

“we’ll find out”

*blasts boss bitch*

i love the way buck is kinda concerned for his mom tho

and athena’s just like ‘it’s no sweat sweetie i do this every day’

“shoot her”

BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO

YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH

I’LL TELL YOU THAT

“shoot her, now”

try her bitch, see what happens to yo ass.

the 118

the call center

the entire fandom

we will collectively end you

“we got a report of a code 77″

THANK GOD THAT GOT ATHENA OUT OF THERE

what is a code 77 you say?

“ambush, proceed with caution”

well it sure nuff aint indecent exposure

*boss bitch keeps playing cause that was super smart for her to give out a code 77*

“maddie is smart, she can take care of herself until help gets there”

HELL YEA SHE CAN

SHE KICKED DOUG’S ASS SHE’LL KICK YOURS TOO

“they’re not gonna wanna leave behind a room full of witnesses”

i’m-i’m fine, i swear-

“killing people, your solution to every problem”

excuse me? do i hear morals??

they’re really fighting each other

they some grade a stupid right there

there’s no way they are pullin this off

terry

terry what are you doing

TERRY

RUN TERRY RUN GO GO GO

OH SHIT

JOSHHHHHHHH

i thought they were gonna shoot terry

BUT JOSH CAME THROUGH IN THE CLUTCH

wowwwwww dispatch is a lot more badass than i thought

these dudes are hard core

OH JOSH NO BBY

THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURT

aii square tf up mr. clean we don’t hit josh here and you gon have to pay for that one

the way everyone is just quietly sobbing tho

it saddens me

“I need another thirty minutes”

i’m really enjoying watching this dude’s plan crumble around him

swat posted up aii i see yall

“we’ll try to get eyes in a damn windowless room”

well when you put it that way it sounds like this is hopeless

“i’m sorry i thought you were crazy”

“i’m sorry i wasn’t”

wow i don’t think i was supposed to laugh at that

and chim bein concerned for maddie is literally one if the best things ever y’all.

completely unrelated note, anybody else see bad boys for life?

“yeah i’m ok, my ears are just ringing a little” with the TEARS and the SNIFFLES and him SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN JOSH IS TOO PURE FOR THIS

“why do you think we asked for so many RA units?” BITCH I KNOW YOU FUCKIN LYIN

for those of y’all that ain’t kno, RA units are rescue ambulance units

way to reassure people, lady

it’s like she said ‘everyone might be lightly shot by the time this is all over’

“so you are worried. it makes sense, cause all your friends keep dissappearing are they even in the same building?” WITH THAT LOOK OF STRAIGHT SPITE DAMN MADDIE BUCKLEY, DAMNNN

we stan the BAMF BUCKLEYS

“oh my god, LINDA??” lo key thought this was real for a second

“latex! is there latex in your gloves?” greg come on man you planned a heist you can’t be this stupid

SURPRISE! LINDA IS ALLERGIC TO BEES

ENJOY YOUR EPINEPHRINE ASSHOLE

OH WOW

WOW DISPATCH

Y’ALL JUST-

WOW

EVERYONES GOT GUNS AND EVERYTHING OH MY GODDDDD

GIVE IT UP FOR DISPATCH

you know it’s really funny, cause tiffany ain’t nowhere to be found

“next one goes in your head” OOOOOOOOOOOH SHE’S A BOSS ASS BITCH BROOO YESSSSSSS

(i know, two different songs, but ya gotta admit, it applies)

“you don’t get to die”

i just-

hands down, most powerful line in the whole episode.

it’s an odd form of vengeance, saving the man that attacked you multiple times from the release of death

that’s what it would’ve been tho

a release

he would’ve died, and he wouldn’t of had to pay for any of his actions

but instead, josh saved his sorry ass

so he gets to pay for this in the land of the living

the best revenge, actually

and, josh saved a life

he’s worthwhile

“i’m not goin back” well i knew mr. clean was gonna die from the beginning sooooooo

“we’ve got dispatch” and it’s finally over

i’m kinda bummed that we didn’t get to see SEAL!buck or the rest of the firefam but we got BAMF!dispatch and that was enough lmao

kudos to those off duty dispatches as well, like y’all just walked past the dead body and moved on from the whole hostage situation to do your already stressful job

CHIM’S FACE WHEN HE SEES MADDIE I AM SOBBING

THEY SAID MADNEY RIGHTS Y’ALL😭😭😭

this hug is everythinggggg

lo key buck watching from afar breaks my heart ahaha

“she already has everything she needs”

....this is tea for another day, but...

buck, you do know people need you as much as you need them, right?

....right?

still not over that hug tho

ayeeee wassup bobby!

how was the camping trip i was extremely against?

oooooh i love the crime recaps!

i may or may not have been like buck in the bank episode when he said ‘i’m some confused, can you start over’

...ahem....

“wait....you didn’t round her up too?”

ok listen....

while i don’t condone stealing and and the extreme amount of violence they used,

i do condone outsmarting men that think less of you because you are a woman

you are a boss tiffany, and i’m actually kind of sad you got caught

“tiffany was the real mastermind” can i just.....

*BLASTS BOSS BITCH FROM THE ROOFTOPS CAUSE WOMEN OWNED THIS EPISODE! THEY WERE SO DAMN BADASS*

thanks 9-1-1 writers for that, btw.

gotta admit, as much as they rip out our hearts and stomp on em, they know what they are doin

jake you shady shady bitch

ngl tho both plans were solid

maybe if it was done completely by women it would’ve worked :)

“looks like your trip’s been delayed...by about 5 to 15 years” athena you got the best lines yo

jake f’ed up the other plan too lmaoo

like i said, if it was all women, they would’ve pulled this off

and they end it with madney

gosh i loved this episode

So! These were my thoughts on 3x14! Let me know what you think, and hit up my ask box if you want me to post my thoughts on another episode! Later taters!

Oh yeah, if you liked this you can find my thoughts on ‘Pinned’ here!

#911 fox #911 on fox #911 season 3 #911 spoliers #madney #maddie buckley #evan buckley #chimney han #athena grant #my thoughts #kat lmaooo

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