#Well she dose like to sing but I’m not sure she would?

[strawblemjoshie553]

Hear me out!! Imagine the lumity confession/ that episode “knock knock knocking on hooty’s door” but it’s SNUFMIN

LIKE!!! Snufkin can be amity and moomintroll can be Luz! It’s perfect! Moomin would think Snufkin is too cool for all this mushy stuff!! And Snufkin could be a fluster gay mess the whole time! Oh and who’s hooty? Little my

#Snufmin #moomins #snusmumriken #the moomins #moomintroll #moomee #Lumity #luz noceda #amity #just hear me out #like imagine little my just trapping them in the celler #Tho I don’t think she would start be like hooty #she did plan this out but she isn’t singing songs #Well she dose like to sing but I’m not sure she would? #IDK #but please tell your thoughts #Edit #snorkmaiden can be eda #The woodies can also be helping #And they are prob the ones crying

[myredrainbow]

Alastor with a Alice Angel S/O

I couldn’t help myself with this idea!! It’s just aaaaa- ok I’m only doing the Alice Angel based off her as in the cartoons not the actual game & also based off Betty Boop too. Btw this is taking place in the Cannibal Colony since that’s there time period in their town is based off !!!!

This idea came from @screaminhysteria so ty!!!!! Ahhhh-

One more thing - this works perfectly time period 1920’s-1940’s. Ah yes the golden age of animation & the roaring 20’s!!

Let the historical accuracy begin!!!

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~As Alastor’s S/o you too tend to be seen in speakeasy’s or jazz clubs! Your voice beautiful & he’s radio host skills- plus so piano playing on the side.. most would say-“Golly! What a duo!”

~The first time you too met it was during one of your performances at a speakeasy, fine jazz playing and swing jamming. Walking into the room was an incredible atmosphere for him, since he loved the thrill of others.

~Singing in the center was you, others dancing at your voice. Others singing along as you sang, you were at your happiest moment ever.

~Alastor watching from his seat, staring at you. Your smile, your charm, the way you sway softly to the beat the music.

~Curiously, Alastor decided to take a shot and ask you to dance a swing with him. Breathing in sharply he made his way to the floor and towards the stage. You were about to continue singing but heard a soft-

~ “Hello! My dear, care for a dance?” You took his hand and joined him.. the rest was history!

~ As a S/o of Alastor, you are well protected from others. Especially when it comes to rowdy patrons in the speakeasy’s & Clubs, he will be secretly be scouting that Parton and “chatting” with him in a nearby dark ally ….

~ You on the other hand are very kind and giddy towards Alastor but in front of others, you make sure to let everyone know that your taken by someone special. Making sure to swat away hands from touching you while you’re singing..

~When you enter at speakeasy your always dress to perfection, the finest black attire. Sometimes you sometimes wear a beautiful deer fur scarf around the back of your arms, of course the fur from Alastor.

~Alastor loves your dressing attire, but he dose have to fend off unwanted attention from you when it comes to wearing more “flashy” attire. Most those that show a lot more skin than usual, but he tends so see you in awe starring at him when he “deals” with those who don’t understand the concept of “personal space”.

~At his radio show broadcast, he will always praise you on the radio and telling his listeners about your singing skills are beautiful. Sometimes you will receive letters from your mail of people asking you to perform at their business. With pay of course..

~Although he adores telling others of you but he dose tell his listeners that he must warn them that you are in a loving relationship and he will not tolerate those who want to interfere with your love life..

~What a gentleman!~

~ Sometimes you two will stay up late and slow dance to the radio, ( like a nice song will be “All the things you are by Dizzy Gillespie). You will be holding his hand while you have a hand on his shoulder, his grin- well unchanged but sweet. He hand on your hips & his head close to yours..

~ As an Half Angel, you do tend to view things differently from Alastor but you’d learned to be fine with it.. like for example, cannibalism. Yes you live in the Cannibal Colony but you aren’t a cannibal yourself, your just very good friends with the head of the colony, Rosie.

~She doesn’t mind the fact your aren’t cannibal but she just adores you as much as Alastor . As a friend of course!

~ Alastor is happy that you and Rosie are great friends, sometimes you too will go on outings around the town. Alastor trusts Rosie around you, even though you are half angel.

~ Alastor and you go on so many dates, at least three times a week. He’s always a gentleman, holding the door for you, pushing your chair in, complimenting you, insisting on paying for the both of you. What a man..

~ You know Husker & Niffty,- of course!. You & Niffty tend to go shopping for clothing together since you both have certain tastes in clothing, which makes the trip more enjoyable! She would give you her opinions on what outfits to wear for your performances!

~And you will tell her what shade of pink will suite her the best and occasionally have to calm her down when she see a male walking around.

~Husker has to push his manners button for you, because you are Alastor’s one & only so he doesn’t want to get hurt by him. He dose know what types of drinks you like.

~But you don’t necessarily drink a lot so he has fruity alternatives like, an strawberry lemonade, sparkling cider or a sherry temple - with extra cherries please!

~He dose like your company too, you will tell him about the bars that have a lot of gambling there and sometimes will tell him to go have fun while Alastor is in a good mood.

~You do tend to visit Alastor at his little pet project- The Hazbin Hotel, of course! You don’t want to redeem yourself but you’re supporting your love, no matter what.

~But when you meet the princess of hell, Charlie. You both question each other, another half angel half demon?. Do you know each other? But Alastor just just hummed sweetly to you, not to “worry about what you are! It will ruin your sweet charms”.

~ You would leave him lunch, usually containing deer meat and sweet honey beignets. The beignets homemade of course, since he’s from New Orleans.

~ When it comes to, killing other demons or demons selling their souls to Alastor your not bothered by it. You would most of the time just stare at the demon/sinner in quietness. But if they rubbed Alastor the wrong way, well you won’t show mercy to them either. “Please! Make him stop! I’m begging you! Sweet Angel!”

~Walking up to them, gently lifting their head up as their body- mangled.. you would smile sweetly, “ Sweet, demon.. how I pity you as an Angel. But for disturbing my Alastor.. I’m afraid you must die now..”

~And with a snap of his fingers, the demon is no more as you grin. Placing a soft peck on his cheek, his grin growing larger.

~ “ Now my dear, how bout a dance?” He cheers as he wrapped his hand around your waist, “I’d love too!”

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Aaaaaaa-! That’s the end!!! I hope you like it!! I personally love it I think it’s very cute!! Part 2 of Lucifer vs Alastor will be done by tomorrow!! And I can not wait for the last two episodes of Hazbin Hotel!!!!

~myredrainbow

#hazbin hotel #x reader #alastor #x y/n #x y/n fluff #batim #alice angel #1930s #1920s #1940s #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel niffty

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hey! Can I make a request for Jinx, Vi and Ekko? How they would react to seeing you hurt? When I mean hurt I mean ‘if we don’t get medical attention we will pass out but not die’ type (attack by (enemy), a bar fight happens and you end up getting involved even if you were just trying to leave and etc).

(This request if from wattpad By RainRin13, I just copy and pasted their request and added the characters I did for the request lmao)

Vi, Jinx & Ekko When Their S/o Get's Hurt Vi

Vi hated when you get hurt

Especially because of someone else

She is pissed at them, she doesn’t care who it is

She always wanted to protect you

And you always scared her shitless if you fainted

Or got hurt in general

So when you got hurt by someone in a bar fight…

It’s no secret that Vi is fucking pissed

When the bar fight started she was cool, she wasn’t involved

She and you were just trying to peacefully leave before she did actually get involved

But then someone fucking punched you

That’s all Vi needed to get pissed

She doesn’t remember a lot about the fight

Just that she beat the shit out of them and they have a couple fractures to their face and probably a broken arm

Also that Vi threw them over the bar and into the barrels behind it

Once she got back to you she checked if you were okay

And once she saw you needed medical attention yeah, only fueled her anger more

But she had to actually get you the attention you needed

She actually was able to get you to a doctor

Courtesy of Caitlyn who, surprisingly, was also dragged into the bar fight

If you did end up fainting, Vi wouldn’t fight the one just yet

She’d get you the help you needed before going to find them to beat the shit out of them

Let’s just say it’s not pretty when someone hurts you and she’s there

It’s actually worse when she isn’t there and someone dares

Not pretty.

Not pretty, at all.

Jinx

Jinx always feel bad when you get hurt

That she wasn’t able to help you when you did or she felt that she hadn’t been quick enough to stop it from happening

But she always got so fucking scared when you fainted

She didn’t have enough time to process you had just fainted and not died

She was always scared shitless when you got hurt, even if it’s a small scratch

But when you and her got into a bar fight and you got hurt

Like Vi, Jinx is freaking pissed

Once she sees there's a bar fight, she gets kinda excited

She liked adrenaline of fights a bit too much

She probably got roped in by herself, probably punched someone

But once she saw someone lay a hand on you??

Oh boy

If they were stupid enough not to know you were her S/o, they will now

Because she might as well have shot the person

You weren’t able to witness it, you probably passed out from being hit with a bottle

But Jinx, while not looking it, is very strong

And beat the absolute shit out of them

Everyone watched it go down and made no attempt to stop her

Knowing that it’d be worse for them if they even tried

Once she decided they had enough from her, she would have Silco deal with ‘em later, she saw you on the floor

Was guilty she didn’t notice sooner

She felt so bad

She knew you needed help, so she ran to Silco, who then got Singed

She didn’t let him inject you with shimmer

She had him actually help you, medically

No way was she about to let him dose you with that

When you were finally okay and woke back up, she was so happy

While making sure you were okay she was also plotting on how to get to the one who did it to you

And let me tell you, you never saw them again

Ekko

Ekko hated seeing you hurt

It always made him feel guilty

Like he couldn’t protect you 

So, he always tried to avoid you from getting hurt, even sometimes putting himself in harm's way if it meant you were okay

Ekko rarely went to bars

But the firelights and you had managed to get him out of the hideout for once

He was never big with parties, if I’m being honest

He didn’t like how loud they got especially

But he was so freaking annoyed when a bar fight broke out

He thought it was stupid because someone merely bumped into someone and started an all-out brawl in the bar

He was even more annoyed, and sort of angry, when his friends got roped into it too

But then, he saw you in the corner of his eye be dragged back and punched

He didn’t get angry very often, but then he did

Like what the actual fuck?

The guy who hit you didn’t even get another hit in before Ekko tugged him back and punched the ever-living shit out of him

It wasn’t a big fight; Ekko wasn’t very big on harming someone unless necessary

He got about half a dozen good hits in before stopping

The firelights were actually very impressed by Ekko

But then he noticed you were passed out

He felt like his heart stopped before he had to rush back over to you to see you had fainted from the bottle cracked over your head

He had to find his friends, haul them back to the hideout and running to the healer

The healer for the firelights was very kind and very good at their job

So he wasn’t worried about you being permanently harmed

He just felt guilty he didn’t notice you on the ground sooner

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[trollsedits]

Hiii! Can you give me ideas for what you think a friendship/relationship between Floyd X reader with epilepsy would look like?

Hello, Yes! I think I can be able to give you some idea’s But I would be like, I did my best with the epilepsy research and if I mention anything wrong I am sorry for that I’m not good with writing any medical/ disorder I don’t want to give away or mislead anyone who has it if I made any mistakes fill free to let me know maybe I’ll go back and edit it or make a 2nd version :) again this would be super short…

Just a reminder that It will take me a while to write headcanon or get back to you because I have life outside of this aswell so I have school and other stuff so please understand that I will write/ get to your request when I have time…

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Floyd X Reader w Epilepsy 🩷

Friendship:

Again if I made a mistake let me know so I can fix it!

-Floyd is that type of friend who understands your condition no matter how bad it gets

-He will never make fun of you for having epilepsy

-He will definitely know when you’re about to have a seizure he will come ready just in case

-When doing activity togethers he will try his best to avoid any thing that could trigger your Epilepsy

-Floyd wouldn’t let you do dangerous that could trigger your epilepsy

- This dude will do his research 24/7 on your condition to make sure you’re safe and okay

-He dose not care about having fun he cares most about your health and well being he will do anything to help prevent you from having a seizure I mean it

- If other trolls made fun of your condition Man Floyd will chow them down like a buffet he is really protective of his epilepsy friends 🥺

Floyd: Hey! how dare you make fun of [Y/N] condition so what if She/He have epilepsy why dose that matter to you huh! Just as long She/He is healthy and doing well that all it matter so you should mind your own business dude!

-Floyd will always be careful when taking you out to party or get together cause he doesn’t want you to have a seizure

-if you ever start having a seizure he will always be there by your size doing everything that he could until medical attention is here like he will run to his pod or branch bunker grab a pillow and lay you down so your head doesn’t hurt from the cold ground

So if you have any other suggestions that miss during this part let me know :)

Relationship:

-Floyd may not understand what epilepsy is at first when you told him so you would have to explain to him in terms that it was easy for him to understand

Floyd: [Y/N] I’m sorry to hear that you have epilepsy don’t worry I will do my best to protect you at all cost and help avoid triggers

-He is over protective of you no matter what

-He would always avoid triggering your epilepsy

-When going on a date with you he would make sure to have a kit of stuff ready just in case your have a seizure and he will be ready for that at all cost

-He would never push you past your limits cause he knows certain activities will trigger your epilepsy

- When he performing w his brothers he would usually tell anyone in charge of the light to dim the light down or not go crazy cause he respects your wish

-He would usually tell his brother to avoid things that could trigger your epilepsy

-Floyd would also avoid taking you to party/rave because it could start a stroke for you but what he would do is have a party without the flickering lights just for the both of you

-He will always be by your side when you have a seizure he would let you rest your head on his knees and comfort you or sing you a soft lullaby til help arrive but he would try every to help calm you down as-well

-he would be super piss if anyone who makes fun of your condition especially John Dory who will jokes around about it Floyd would give him a death glare till John stop and Floyd would make John apologize to you

Floyd: Say you’re sorry like you mean it this is not a joke John Dory how would you feel if someone made fun of your condition huh!, I don’t want to hear you crack another joke about my boyfriend/Girlfriend condition ever again you hear me!!

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Again I’m sorry if this is short if you want me to add anything else I’ll probably make a part 2 or add more to it soon when I have time I hope you like it sorry if It was bad I try my best to be mindful and did my best with research

If you want to request anything else fill free to go to my profile and click on “Ask me anything!”

Like + Follow are very much appreciated! ✨

#trolls movie #trolls fandom #trolls fanfic #dreamworks trolls headcanon #trolls #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #dreamworks #trolls floyd #x reader #Floyd #brozone #brozone floyd #floyd x reader #Floyd headcanon

[ofstoriesandstardust]

one thing i like about me (is that i’m nothing like you and i never will be) (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: the title came together for this and then the rest all just fell into place. currently, this is the last thing i’ve got planned out for same mistakes-verse so if there’s something else y’all want to see in particular... i’m all ears. first, this is tagged as a rooster fic because same mistakes is but it’s got a hefty dose of Coyote. this is a behemoth of a thing. honestly, you gotta read best bud, you alright bud? and a slice of life before you read this, no exceptions (otherwise you’ll be lost lmfao). this is the longest thing i’ve ever written

summary: Coyote decides to put an end to the legacy of the Green Vipers. the truth comes out, much to Rebel’s chagrin. what happens next leaves their friendship in pieces.

based on this request from an anon

title comes from mean! by madeline the person

part of the same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, physical violence, same mistakes-verse canon bullying/hazing, this is so not how the Navy works, like i really made shit up this time, like seriously i know this isn’t how the Navy works, this got away from me, i feel like this needs to be said because people in my fics (like im not the one doing it) keep insinuating it but Rebel and Coyote are just platonic besties like Rooster and Phoenix k thx, one of the lines comes from the title, Cyclone’s a hardass but he looks out for his kids (but he’ll never admit it)

word count: 8,975

“Lieutenant Machado, thanks for meeting us with us today.”

“Of course Admiral.”

“Your report was, quite frankly, concerning. In light of the active investigation we’re opening, we’d like to get more information from you.”

-

Your eyes adjust slowly to the light of the bar, taking in the patrons. The Hard Deck is unusually noisy and rowdy, all thanks to a certain squadron occupying the pool table. Your heart falters a bit as you take in Raven’s figure first. You pause next to Hangman, who’s settled up on the bar talking to Penny. Coyote’s behind you as the team swarms to Penny, not looking at or even paying attention to the same people the two of you are. 

"Well, they’re new.” Coyote states, crossing his arms. He’s right, there’s a petite red head girl standing next to a tall, lanky brunette man. 

“Must be our replacements.” You say, grabbing the beer from Rooster’s outstretched hand over Hangman’s shoulder. 

“Ain’t nobody replace us baby.” Coyote says with a teasing smile and you laugh. He grabs the beer Hangman’s handing him and takes a sip. A smirk appears. “We should go say hi.” You won't deny that the thought of going near them makes your heart crawl into your stomach, but you’ve got Coyote and Rooster won’t be too far away. Besides, you’re more than curious about your replacements and how long these two have been with the team. You find yourself nodding and you and Coyote leave the Iron Daggers behind, weaving through the patrons to appear next to the pool table. Owl glances up at the two of you first, a smile erupting on her face.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in.” She sings, alerting Arrow and Moonshine. Moonshine nudges Ghost, who looks over. 

“Machado, my man!” He exclaims, moving towards the figure of your best friend, pulling him into a hug. You glance at your boyfriend, who’s watching the scene unfold with caution. “Rebel.” He grunts, moving back away from you. That catches Shadow and Raven’s attention and the dark looks on their faces makes your stomach curl. 

“What’re y’all doing out here?” You ask, crossing your arms, not giving them a chance to talk. Charm sighs from her place next to Redwood. 

“We’ve been grounded indefinitely. We’re not sure why.” She answers and you frown. Grounded indefinitely? 

“All of you?” You ask, curiosity raising in your voice. If something happens, there is always the possibility a few pilots would get grounded, but never the whole squadron, never brought all the way back out to Miramar. Coral’s nodding, her ever curly hair bouncing along with her. You glance at Coyote, who’s got the same confused look on his face. He shakes his confusion faster than you can and clears his throat. 

“Who’s the fresh meat?” Coyote asks, pointing to the two new figures. You turn back to Rooster’s gaze and you see the entirety of the Iron Daggers are watching this unfold and you subtly nod your head. Rooster understands the gesture and pulls the crew over to the pool table. You turn your attention back to the Green Vipers, listening to Shadow introduce Ruby and Swiper. Rooster settles in next to you, arm around your shoulder, causing Shadow to narrow his eyes. 

“You know man, the last time we were here, I didn’t catch your name.” he says, and Rooster glares. 

“Rooster. This here’s Phoenix, my wingman, and Bob, her WSO.” 

“Bob?” Raven’s cackling and your eyes roll so hard you think you might get a headache. “What kind of callsign is that?” 

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you considering the only reason your callsign is Raven is because your voice sounds like one.” You shoot back and she’s turning to you. 

“I see Rebel’s finally found a voice.” Ghost taunts and your eyes narrow but Coyote’s intervening before things can go any farther. 

“We definitely did introductions that last time y’all were here, this is unnecessary.” Coyote says, moving in front of you. You see Hangman glance at Rooster, the two exchanging a look you don’t understand. 

“Why don’t we play a game of pool?” Hangman’s offering. “2v2? Vipers versus Daggers.” Ghost chuckles and tosses Hangman the pool cue. 

“You’re on. Whose your partner?” 

“Rooster.” He answers like it’s the most obvious choice in the world, like these two didn’t used to spend everyday at the other’s throats. “Yours?”

“Shadow.” There’s bile rising in your throat as you realize your boyfriend is about to go head-to-head with your tormentor. The two squadrons spread out and you take a seat sandwiched between Phoenix and Bob. Payback and Fanboy are just behind you, watching the team carefully. And then the bell to the door of the Hard Deck is jingling again, and both squadrons turn to catch the entrance of a tall man with dark brown eyes and even darker hair to match. He seems to be looking for someone and he finds it at the pool table. Something changes on Coyote’s face and then the man is pulling him into a hug.

“Venom, man, how are you?” Oh, Coyote’s old wingman. Coyote turns to you, nodding you over with his head. “This is Rebel, my wingman.” Venom bypasses your outstretched hand to take in the rest of the team. “What’re you doing out here?” 

“Oh, you know, the Navy is still looking for a replacement for Admiral Kazansky. Or multiple, not sure anyone can replace that man.” You wince at the carless reminder that your godfather is gone. Coyote glances at you. 

“Oh yeah, I heard about your promotion to commander. Congrats man.” Venom nods absentmindedly.

“Yeah, well, we’re in the final rounds of interviews. The Navy really wants some Captain, callsign Maverick I think, but apparently he’s got a squadron of his own. The Iron Dangers or something.” A ripple of laughter goes through your squadron.

“Iron Daggers.” You correct and Venom looks back down at you. Coyote clears his throat. 

“That’s where I’m stationed right now.” Coyote clarifies. Venom looks back over to Coyote and then shrugs. 

“Well, tell Mitchell to give up Kazansky’s position. He’s like 60, he shouldn’t even be flying.” 

“Captain Mitchell could outfly you ten times over any day, I’m sure of it.” You respond, eyes narrowing. The two squadrons are watching this exchange intently and you’re just waiting for the opportunity to drop the bomb about who you really are. 

“Yeah, sure. God, I just wish he’d get out of the picture, let someone younger and better have all the glory. Not like Mitchell needs anymore anyways.” Your Dad didn’t fly for the glory and neither did Ice. 

“You don’t deserve Admiral Kazansky’s position.” You say cooly, and you can feel Rooster move just behind you, anticipating your next move. 

“God, who are you? Why do you keep talking?” Venom snaps, looking back to Coyote. 

“I’m Admiral Kazansky’s goddaughter.” Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see Fanboy snickering into his hand as Venom’s face falls. “And Captain Mitchell is my father, so you be very careful about what you say next.” 

“You’re who?” Owl asks, eyes going wide. 

“Is that why Kazansky was there that day you and Coyote went down?” Moonshine’s asking and you’re nodding. 

“Uncle Ice wanted to make sure I was okay.” You slip the name in on purpose, and it had it’s intended effect. 

“Uncle Ice?” Raven practically screeches. 

“Nepotism at it’s finest.” Venom snarks, eyes narrowing. Ghost has a hand on the back of Venom’s uniform before he can do anything, pulling him back. 

“C’mon, Venom, we were just a about to play a game of pool against the Daggers here.” Venom nods dangerously, his eyes never leaving you. You move back to your seat next to Phoenix and Bob, watching the game unfold. The game is uneventful, each pair neck and neck until the Green Vipers start making digs at you and Coyote. 

“So, Coyote.” His head pops up from where’s he’s chatting with Owl in the direction of Arrow’s voice. “Why do you put up with Rebel really?” Raven’s laughing. 

“I’m telling you, they’re sleeping together.” Despite the fact that the thought of sleeping with Coyote is mildly disgusting, you find yourself rolling your eyes instead of gagging. Here we go. 

“We are not sleeping together.” Coyote says adamantly. Owl snorts and he looks at her. 

“I don’t buy that for a second Machado.” She says and he looks bewildered. 

“Why not?”

“Because your head is so far up her ass that I would hope you were getting some.” 

“My head is not-” 

“Yes it is.” Comes the unison voice of Coral, Moonshine, and Owl, the only girls left on the Green Vipers. Coyote elects to ignore it and move on. 

“Well, we’re not and we never have.” Coyote states, taking a sip of his beer, pointedly avoiding Rooster’s look. 

“So then why do you defend her like you do?” Coral’s asking. “I mean, you don’t have to look out for her anymore, no more obligation to have her back. She’s got a team that likes her. By all accounts, your friendship should’ve fell apart the day you left the Green Vipers.” 

“Because she’s my wingman and she’s never left my ass, even when she should.”

“So? Moonshine’s never left me but you don’t see me defending her the way you do Rebel.” Ghost proves and you’re itching to say something, but you hold back, knowing this is between Coyote and them. 

“What’s your point?” Coyote asks dryly. 

“That there’s something more between you.”

“She’s got a boyfriend.” Coyote states blankly, as if he’s lost interest in this conversation. At some point Hangman meanders over to you, leaning over to your shoulder. 

“Why are they worse then what you originally told us?” You shrugged, willing for the game to be over. It’s Hangman’s turn to shoot, and so he doesn't get a chance to pry more but Bob and Phoenix are giving you too many questioning looks so you stood up and move next to Coyote. He glances up at you, briefly nudging your hand, a gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by Revenge. Revenge rolls his eyes, leaning over to make a comment to Coral and Arrow, who are snickering at it. You ignore it, glancing down at Coyote. 

“That means nothing, you do know that right?” Raven’s taunting and you feel your blood began to boil. 

“Fuck you, I’d never cheat on my boyfriend.” She’s putting her hands up in the air, in mock surrender. 

“Never said you would. Doesn’t mean Machado’s not pining after a girl he can’t have.” Shadow picks up the taunting now, leaning on his pool cue.

“Hey, do the two of you still sing?” He asks smirking and Venom chokes on his beer. 

“Sing?” He asks incredulously. You snort, looking down at Coyote, knowing exactly what’s being discussed right now. Shadow’s nodding.

“Yeah, when the Terror Twins,” God, not that nickname. “here used to get people out during training they’d go-”

“Na na na, na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye.” You and Coyote finish, laughing lightly. Coyote’s favorite movie was Remember the Titans and after a late night watching the movie in the common area, it was something the two of you had picked up. Despite the light-heartedness of the statement, you’re still nervously watching Rooster out of the corner of your eye, who looks like he’s one more comment from smashing someone’s face in. Hangman seems to be aware of it too, never going far from his partner. 

“God, no wonder no one liked me.” You respond and Coyote’s snorting. The end of the game is nearing, all that’s left is for one team to pot the 8-ball. You wait with bated breath as Shadow leans over to take the shot, but he’s smirking. 

“You know, I should’ve shot her out of the sky when I had a chance.” He says, missing the chance to pot the 8-ball but it doesn’t matter because that’s the comment that causes Rooster to snap. He’s close to you, making it easy for you to pull him back as he tries to go launching after the pilot. Coyote’s grabbing his shoulders and Hangman’s there in an instant. A quick glance over to the bar tells you Penny and Mav are watching carefully as you push Rooster back. 

“That’s enough.” You say, moving in front of your boyfriend, coming face-to-face with Shadow. The man is tall, uses it to his advantage to intimidate you, and you will yourself not to shrink back. Coyote’s lingering just behind you. 

“Is it? Is it enough Rebel?” Shadow taunts and your shaking your head. “Man, I can’t believe Coyote puts up with you.”

"We’ve been through a lot together.” Coyote defends, his anger radiating off of him. Shadow raises an eyebrow.

“Is that so?” He chuckles darkly. “Well, here’s what I think. I think that the day the Navy rescued you from the ocean was a mistake. It was a waste of Navy resources. They should’ve rescued Coyote and left you to drown. You were never supposed to come home from that mission, but you just had to go and fuck it up, didn’t you?” Shadow’s dangerously close to your face now but you stand firm in the face of what’s being said. 

“That’s enough Shadow.” Ghost calls and Shadow pulls back, but the glint from his eye isn’t gone. 

“You’re going to spend the rest of your life searching for a validation and approval you’re never going to get. Because you’re a waste of space.” What happens next is a blur. 

You feel Coyote pushing you out of the way to get his hands on Shadow, and the pair are tumbling down as Coyote lands a sweet punch to the man’s face. You move forward to pull Coyote off but Hangman (you think, you’re not entirely sure) is pulling you backwards. You stumble, running face first into your Dad, who, after a quick once-over, is running into the pile to pull the two men off of each other. Shadow’s being pulled back by Ghost and Venom, Revenge moving in the middle. Hangman’s got a hold on Coyote, Fanboy keeping Rooster at bay, Payback standing between the two of them. There’s shouting, from Penny probably, and the Green Vipers take their leave. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you glance at Phoenix, who’s worry is evident as her and Bob take you in. You somehow end up outside, Coyote sitting on the bench, the rest of the group crowded around. You’re leaned up against the railing, eyes closed as you try to sort out your feelings. The front door opens and you briefly open your eyes to see your Dad exiting the Hard Deck to toss a bag of ice at Coyote. Your eyes close again as you try to bite down the nausea surfacing. The group is quiet, waiting for you to make the first move. Finally, you shift, opening your eyes to look at your best friend. There’s a sweet bruise forming around his eye, another on his jawbone, but nothing is broken or bleeding. 

“Coyote, what the hell were you thinking?” You ask lowly and he grimaces. “Tell me you weren’t thinking because you’ve never done that before.”

“I was thinking I wanted Shadow to shut the hell up and the only way to do that was to put my fist in his face.” You groan, not hearing you wanted. 

“Coyote, in the almost three years I’ve known you, that is by far the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” Coyote sighs and leans back up against the bench. 

“I don’t regret it. I regret a lot of things but finally punching Shadow’s face is not one of them.” You really take in Coyote’s figure for the first time since the fight broke out. He’s slumped against the bench, defeated. “I was complicit in their abuse and I’m sorry.” 

“Coyote-” You protest but he shakes his head.

“(Y/N), I’ve done something that you’re going to find out about over the next few days. You’re going to be really angry at me and I’m sorry that this is how this is going to come out, but I need you to know that I don’t regret it.” 

“Coyote, what are you talking about?” You’re confused but there’s an element of fear appearing as well. Coyote’s never talked like this.

“What I’ve done is probably going to end our friendship.” There’s a weakening in your knees at the thought that there might be a day where you and Coyote aren’t friends anymore. “(Y/N), I need you to know that whatever happens over the next few days that I’m sorry, but I don’t regret what I did protecting you and making things right. Being friends with you has been some of the best years of my life and I’m sorry this is how it’s ending.” You think you might be sick as tears surface. The way Coyote’s is talking is scary and you look at Hangman, who is confused about the scene unfolding. You glance at Rooster, who looks equal parts baffled and concerned. Coyote glances at your Dad, handing him the ice. “Thanks for everything Mav.” He finished, standing up. He’s moving past the group, out to the parking lot and before you knew it, he’s driving away. 

“Dad?” You find yourself asking, fighting back the tears. Rooster’s hand finds yours. Your Dad sighs, looking away from you. 

“You’ll find out in your meeting with Admiral Simpson tomorrow.” You sigh as your Dad stands up, disappearing back into the bar. 

You feel Rooster tugging on your arm. “C’mon, let’s go home.” 

-

You knock on the door of Admiral Simspon’s office and then open it. Warlock is there too along with another Admiral. Cyclone clears his throat upon seeing you, beckoning you further into the room. “Lieutenant, please come in.” You shut the door behind you, walking to the desk cautiously. “Lieutenant, this is Admiral Oliver “Mercy” Davis.” The man puts out his hand and you shake it, forcing a smile. 

“Admiral, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“You as well Lieuetnant.” The two of you sit and you face Cyclone.

“Admiral Simpson, uh, am I in trouble?” He shakes his head. 

“No, no, far from it. Admiral Davis here just has some questions for you about your previous assignment before the Iron Daggers.” It takes you a moment and then it clicks. 

“The Green Vipers?” Mercy is nodding.

“Yes, we’ve gotten reports of harassment so we’re just doing a routine investigation. We’ve been talking to previous pilots who’ve flown with them, people who were stationed at the base with them. Numerous people, including your wingman, have named you as a primary subject of the harassment so we’re just looking to get your side of the story and all of the information we can about this certain squadron.” You nod. “You’re not in any trouble of any kind and you won’t be in any trouble for speaking with us or for the things you share with us. The Navy can protect you from any kind of retaliation they may try to enact against you.” You glance at Cyclone. 

“There’s no chance any of this will get back to my Dad?” Cyclone shakes his head, despite Mercy’s eyebrow raise.

“No, what you say in here is confidential and won’t be repeated to Captain Mitchell.” A wave of relief washes over you knowing you won’t have to disclose these experiences to your Dad. 

“Oh, you're Maverick’s daughter?” Davis asks, chuckling. You nod. 

“I’ve flown with him a couple times. Good man.” 

“He’s the best.” You respond. 

“Well, let’s just get started, why don’t we? Let’s start with something easy. How long did you fly with the Green Vipers?” 

-

The words came tumbling out of you after that. Experiences you had shoved down came pouring out and poor Admiral Davis didn’t seem like he could keep up. Cyclone’s face went stony the longer the interview went on. Finally, after at least two hours, the interview began to wrap up. “Well, thank you for sharing your experiences with me Rebel, I do appreciate it.” Davis says and you nod. “Do you have any questions for me?” You nod again.

“What happens now?” He sighs, adjusting his glasses.

“Well, you’re the last person we had on our list to interview. The Green Vipers are grounded indefinitely. I have to report back to the investigation committee and we’ll discuss each pilot’s future individually, but there’s going to be a disbandment of this squadron. Some are facing dishonorable discharges.” Ghost, Shadow, Raven, certainly. Revenge and Arrow probably. Maybe Coral and Moonshine too. Hopefully not Owl. You nod, taking in this information. 

“Swiper and Ruby weren't there when I was. I don’t want their careers to be ruined over this.” You clarify and Davis smiles at you. 

“For a team that tried to break you, you only seem to be kinder.” He pauses. “No, Ruby and Swiper are grounded for the moment while we complete the investigation but they’ll be re-assigned.” 

“Can I ask who made the original report?” You asked, fearing the answer. You were certain you knew but you needed to hear it. 

“Your wingman, Lieutenant Machado. Said he was guilty for his part played in the harassment and wanted the Navy to be aware.” 

“Is he... is he facing grounding too?” Davis hesitates and glances at Simpson. He nods. 

“Because he didn’t come forward sooner and did play a complicit part in it, yes he is facing some form of repercussions. There was discussion of grounding him, yes.” You glance at Warlock panicked. 

“Don’t ground my wingman, please.” You say, the panic obvious. Cyclone raises an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, this probably isn’t professional but I’m- he’s my best friend and I’ve never had a better wingman.” Davis nods. 

“The way the two of you fly together is what’s keeping Lieutenant Machado’s wings at the moment. Rebel, you have to understand that the Navy needs to take these kinds of reports and especially to this magnitude seriously and there needs to be repercussions for everyone involved.” 

“If Coyote were to get grounded, would... would I be reassigned?” You ask, voice low as you think about having to start over. 

“No, no, not at all. We’d find you a new wingman or assign you to Rooster or Hangman.” Cyclone assures, although it doesn’t make you feel better. “You’re too much of an asset to the Iron Daggers.” 

“What about Thompson?” 

“That’s a bit more difficult. He’s highly decorated but his disregard for the rules and wellbeing of some of his pilots raises a lot of alarm within the higher-ups in the Navy.” You nod. 

“How many pilots on my squadron know about this?” Warlock is the one to answer this time. 

“Rooster and Hangman have been informed because of the possible switch-up of wingman. They’re not aware of what’s happening, other than there’s an investigation involving you and Coyote about your previous assignment. They were informed this morning.” You take a deep breath, leaning back into your chair. 

“Sorry, this is just a lot.” You mumble. Davis shakes his head.

“No need to apologize. We’re more than grateful for your help. I just wanted to let you know that the Navy has resources for you to further discuss your experiences and what’s currently happening should you need to. Admiral Simpson can direct you to them should you need them. No shame in asking for help.” You nod, knowing you weren’t planning on taking a trip to the base therapist over this. Davis excuses himself and Warlock follows. Cyclone folds his hands on his desk as you look at him. 

“Rebel, I know this is hard on you.”

“Do you?” You ask, words said with an edge that probably shouldn’t be said to your CO but you find you don’t care. “The Iron Daggers, Coyote, they’re the first family I’ve had in a really long time. And now, it’s getting ripped out from under me, for people I’d rather never think about again. How am I going to explain any of this to my Dad?” Cyclone sighs. 

“The Navy failed to protect you (Y/N) and I’m sorry.” You look up at him, seeing the seriousness of his face. “I’m fighting for Coyote, believe me.” Cyclone looks at you for a while and then sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? Sort of what you need to with your Dad and Lieutenant Machado.” You nod, find yourself numbly pulling yourself up from the chair to wander out of the office. You wander through base, starting to feel more than a little lost and dazed and you eventually find your way to the parking lot. Climbing in the car, you drive aimlessly before eventually pulling up in front of Rooster’s home. The Bronco is in the driveway, meaning he’s home and you climb out, opening the front door. 

“Darling?” He calls from the kitchen and you round the corner. He looked up at you from where he’s examining a pizza menu. “What’s- oof.” He says as you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. He returns the hug, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Darling, you’re still dressed from base. Why don’t you get changed and I’ll order food and we can talk about your meeting?” It’s a great idea but the words are out of you before you can stop them.

“They’re talking about grounding Coyote.” He takes a step back, looking at you. 

“What? Why?” You shake your head. 

“Pizza first.” He huffs out a laugh, nodding. 

“Yeah, I’ll order it right now. Go get changed darling.” You make your way to the bedroom, pulling on some of the extra clothes you’ve left here over the course of the last six months and when you return, Rooster’s on the couch. He pulls you into his arms and you settle on his chest. His fingers are carding through your hair as your brain tries to wrap itself around everything that’s happened over the last 24 hours. The two of you sit there until the pizza arrives and you shift to a crosslegged position as Rooster sets it down in between the two of you. Rooster’s watching you carefully as you eat the food, thinking through what you want to say. 

You finally settle on, “I don’t want to lose Coyote.” 

“You won’t.”

“I’m so mad at him. Why, why did he stick his neck out for me like this? What the fuck was he thinking?” You take a deep breath, setting the slice you had been holding down in the box. “He’s so dumb. I’ve never held what happened against him. I know sticking up for me would’ve cost him, I knew the friendship was damage enough. It doesn’t even matter now so I don’t understand why he’s doing it. I’m gonna lose my wingman and there’s nothing I can do.”

“(Y/N), why didn’t you ever tell anyone about how bad they were? Tell me or Mav? The shit they said last night, that was just the tip of the iceberg wasn’t it?”

“Because. It’s humiliating and embarrassing and I’d rather not think of those two years ever again.”  You pause. “Did you know what he was doing?” He shrugs. 

“I... might’ve overheard him tell Mav he was going to file a report about your previous assignment.” You shoot Rooster a look, angry he hadn’t told you. “But I didn’t know why or what was gonna happen, I promise.” He rushes to defend, seeing you get tense. You groan.

“What do I do now?” 

“Talk to Coyote.” 

“No, I’m so fucking mad at him over this dumb, self-sacrificing, noble bullshit.” Rooster sighs. “God, and how many more things is my Dad gonna keep from me?” Rooster shifts, moving the pizza box to the floor and is then reaching for your legs, pulling you against him. 

“No matter what happens, he’s still your best friend.” 

“Well, obviously.”

“Does he know that?” You shrug.

“He should.” 

“Well, maybe you should start by reminding him.”

-

It’s been a few days since your meeting with Admiral Simpson and you haven’t spoken to Coyote since he put his fist in Shadow’s face. The group is at the Hard Deck, a game of pool happening as you sit quietly in the corner. You’re ignoring Coyote and he knows it and so does everyone else. You’re still not certain what’s happening with the Green Vipers or Coyote’s future. Hangman has temporally been re-assigned as your new wingman, Coyote taking his spot as Rooster’s. No one involved is happy about the switch and it’s ended in no less than three different arguments between the four of you. To which your Dad yelled at the four of you today, a conversation approximately no one enjoyed. You wanted to go home but Rooster had begged you to come with him and you really couldn’t ever say no to the brunette so here you were. Coyote’s looking at you and you’re avoiding his gaze, studying the records on the wall of the Hard Deck. 

“(Y/N).” He says firmly and you glance over at him. “We need to talk.” 

“I’ve got nothing to say to you.” His face falls but he pushes on. 

“Where do we stand these days? Because not knowing is killing me.” You look at him, with a shrug. 

“I don’t know, I’m still really mad at you.” He sighs. 

“Look, if this is the end of our friendship, I’ll accept that, but at least just tell me.” You sigh, feeling frustration bubble up.

“No, Coyote-” You sigh again. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Look, (Y/N), I’m sorry that this came out, I know you didn’t want anyone to find out about it but-”

“Coyote, I could not give less of a shit about that.” He pauses, looking at you. 

“So... why are you mad then?”

“Why- why am I mad? Because you’re an idiot for putting your career on the line for something I don’t care about. I’ve never blamed you for standing by while we were there and instead of talking to me about it, you went and told the Navy. I might lose my wingman because you decided to pull some self-sacrificing noble bullshit. You’ve left me with fucking Hangman because of this.”

“Hey, I thought we were friends.” Hangman protests and you whip around to face him. 

“You’re on thin fucking ice Seresin, shut up.” He puts his hands up in surrender and backs away. 

“I want my wingman back. What the hell were you thinking?” Coyote looks baffled. 

“So... just to clarify, you’re not at mad me because everyone found out about what they did to you?”

“Jesus fuck- no. I mean yeah, I would’ve rather they never found out and not like this certainly, but I’m more mad that I might lose my wingman.” Coyote’s staring at you. “Nothing? You have nothing to say.” He opens and closes his mouth a few times, looking like a fish out of water with how wide his eyes are. You shake your head. 

“Fine, whatever.” You push past him, walking out of the front door of the Hard Deck. Your Dad’s following you, Rooster not far behind him. Your back is turned to your Dad as you look out of the ocean, trying to rub the tightness from your chest. 

“(Y/N)-” He starts and you turn. Rooster’s leaned up against the wall, trying to look as if he’s not there. 

“How many more secrets are you going to keep from me?” He sighs. 

“Like you don’t keep secrets from me?” 

“Oh, please, enlighten me, what have I kept from you?” 

“You almost dying? The way your last squadron treated you? You don’t think those were important things to share with your father?” 

“Could you have handled the truth?” He’s stunned for a moment. 

“Look, I had an obligation to Coyote as his instructor and superior officer to not say anything to you. And maybe if I had, we wouldn’t be here right now, but Coyote’s made his decisions. You need to respect that.” 

“You don’t think I had a right to know?”

“And what about my right to know my kid almost died? That she was being actively harassed for two years? What about that?” 

“Mav.” Rooster warns and your Dad seems to deflate. 

“You figure out what’s going on with you and Coyote because I need my best wingmen back.” 

“Well, he might not even be my wingman anymore because they’re talking about taking his wings.” Your Dad doesn’t respond, just watches you carefully.

“Lieutenant Machado needs you.” He finally says after a moment. “Look, Ice isn’t here anymore. We don’t have him to help us. And maybe he would’ve done something different, but this is what I did.”

“Dad-”

“Figure it out.”

-

You walk into the Hard Deck the next day. It was a long day of training, the bickering between everyone following you the whole day. The team is falling apart and you’re not even sure they know why. You haven't explicitly told the Iron Daggers what’s gone down, and you’re not sure who did (you suspect Rooster, you’re pretty sure there’s a group chat without you in it, dating back to the days of before the Iron Daggers were the Iron Daggers) but it’s tearing the team apart. But there’s no way to be certain and you’re not about to find out. You were the first out of the locker rooms today, ready to drink beer and eat pretzels and sit around for an answer to come. Coyote’s already there, nursing a beer at the counter. Jimmy’s chatting to him, clearly trying to cheer him up. With a sigh, you sit next to your (maybe not anymore?) wingman and he glances at you. Jimmy hands you a beer and then looks between the two of you.

“The two of you still not talking?” He asks and you glance at the older man as Coyote shakes his head.

“How’d you know that?” You ask, starting to pick at the label of your beer, a nervous habit you’d adopted at the Green Vipers. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Coyote’s hand twitch, like he’s itching to take your hand to stop it, something he’s always done. 

“Penny. Well, Mav told Penny. Penny told me.” 

“Of course he did, Dad can’t keep his mouth shut for shit.” You mutter and Coyote’s snorting because it’s not really all that true. Your Dad could get stabbed and he’d keep it to himself if he could, never trying to worry or burden anyone. You glance over at Coyote, really studying him for the first time in days. He looks tired. He looks up at you, meeting your eyes. He opens his mouth to says something when the door to the Hard Deck is being slammed open. You go cold when Shadow comes barreling through the door, Raven and Ghost not far behind him. The rest of the Green Vipers are following, Venom, Ruby, and Swiper bringing up the rear, looking more than slightly confused. 

“You bitch!″ He yells and you fall off of your chair in fear, stumbling back into Coyote’s chest. His hand reaches out to the small of your back, gently keeping you upright. “You bitch, you got me dishonorably discharged!” Before you know it, Shadow’s got a fist full of your jacket and he’s bringing you close to his face. 

“The hell’s your problem? Hate us so much you had to report us to the Navy for harassment?” Ghost fires and you’re mildly panicking. 

“Let her go Shadow.” Coyote says calmly. 

“And why the hell should I do that?” Shadow snaps, fire lighting his face. “Give me one good reason.”

“Because she’s not the one who asked the Navy to do an investigation.”

“Then who the hell did?!” Raven shouts and Shadow’s grip on your shirt is getting tighter and tighter by the second. You’re afraid that at any moment his hand is going to go from your clothes to your throat.

“I did.” Shadow’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t let go of you. 

“And why the fuck would you do that Machado?”

“Because she’s my best friend and I needed ensure no one would hurt her that way again.” Shadow’s looks is venomous as his look goes from you to Coyote. 

“You two, you deserve each other, honestly.” Owl states and you look at her. 

“You know,” You start, finally deciding you’d had enough of them. You were done being scared. What more could they do? “One thing I like about me is that I’m nothing like you and I never will be. You can’t hurt me anymore. You tried to break me and you failed.” You didn’t think anyone’s eyes could go any darker with rage but Shadow’s do as his second hand comes up to the other side of your shirt. You’re really afraid now as Coyote stands up abruptly, chair scraping against the floor. 

“Lieutenant Robinson, I suggest you let go of my pilot before I have you arrested.” Comes Cyclone’s firm voice. You’re not certain he’s going to let go, too far into his rage to think clearly, but it resonates somewhere in Shadow’s brain and his hands slowly slip from your clothes. In an instant, Coyote’s pushed you behind him, effectively cutting Shadow off from getting to you again without having to go through Coyote. “Get out of this establishment, all of you, or I’ll have the police called.” Shadow doesn’t make to move but Shost pulls him back. After a few moments, they’re gone, save for Venom. Your heart is racing with what just happened and the realization of what all of it meant. Cyclone being here, Coyote’s early arrival, Shadow being dishonorably discharged... it all meant one thing. 

They had taken Coyote’s wings. 

The thought alone is enough to make you want to vomit as you move away from Coyote, who's trying to ask you if you’re okay. Distantly, you hear Venom angrily start an argument with him. You slip out of the back door of the Hard Deck, feeling the emotion crash over you like waves crashing onto the shore not so far away. Before you know it, you’re vomiting up into the trashcan sitting on the back deck, just out of Coyote’s line of sight. You don’t stop until you’ve dry heaved everything out of your stomach and are borderline sobbing into the trashcan. 

You had just lost your wingman.

-

You walk through the doors of the hangar classroom, feeling like shit. Apparently, you look like shit as well as Fanboy lets out a low whistle. “Damn, who pissed in your morning coffee?” Payback asks but you ignore him. 

“Seresin, have you heard from Coyote?” He looks up at you from where he’s talking to Rooster and Bob, taking you in. He shakes his head slowly. 

“Not since we left here yesterday, why?” 

“They grounded him.” Hangman’s face falls and Rooster’s next to you in a second. You don’t tell them about what went down at the Hard Deck the night before, a conversation for a later date. 

“Rebel, I’m so-” Phoenix’s voice is soft, coming from just over your shoulder, but you turn, shaking your head. You push past them, taking your usual seat. Usually, Coyote would be next to you. Guess that’ll never happen again. 

It’s not too much longer then before Cyclone and Warlock walk in to the classroom, but you feel like your ears are filled with water as you look at the empty seat next to you. It’s something so mundane, a piece of furniture, but his absence left a huge hole in the team. You weren’t sure where your friendship stood these days with him, leaving an even larger hole in your heart. Cyclone’s halfway through the training debrief for the day (one you’re not actually listening to) when the phone on the desk rings. Everyone looks at it confused, the thing never actually having rung before. Cyclone moves to answer it as everyone looks on with curious fascination. 

“Admiral Simpson. Yes, uh huh. Well, Captain Mitchell and I would be happy discuss that with you. Yes, we’ll see you in a few moments.” Cyclone hangs up and looks back at everyone. “You’re all dismissed to go get changed. You’ll meet us out of the tarmac. Captain Mitchell will finish giving you instructions then.” He turns to Maverick, already moving towards the door. “Maverick, will you follow Warlock and I please?” He’s nodding, moving to follow the pair out of the doors, but then Hangman’s talking.

“Uh, Admiral Simpson?” He asks and you look over at him. Cyclone turns. 

“Yes, Lieutenant Seresin?” Hangman makes eye contact with you and you shake your head. You know what he’s going to ask and it’s not worth it. You’re not sure you can withstand hearing the words come out of Cyclone’s mouth. 

“Uh, never mind.” Cyclone nods and the three resume their walk out of the classroom. You stand up and follow the team to the locker room. The walk is quiet and when you go to split off, Rooster’s arm is reaching out for you. You brush him off, heading towards your side. The mood is solemn as you change into your flight suits. At one point, you groan, your head making an awful thud as it makes contact with the front of your locker where you had face planted. Halo’s closer and she chuckles, reaching out to pull you back. 

“Don’t worry Rebel, I’d feel the same way if I was stuck with Bagman.” She jokes and you force a smile. There’s knocking on the door of the locker room. 

“Hey, everyone decent?” Fanboy asks. 

“Yeah, we’re all good.” Phoenix calls and the doors open to reveal a swaying Fanboy, who’s still got a hand covering his eyes. Phoenix snorts. “Seriously Fanboy.” He peeks out from behind his hand, a light blush covering his cheeks. 

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt it’s just-” He pauses, looking over to you.

“Just what? Spit it out Fanboy.” Halo urges, moving up off the bench. 

“It’s Coyote.” The alarm bells in your brain start ringing as you push past Fanboy, through the group of men crowded around your side of the locker room, trying to keep your feet from running to the airfield. Hangman and Rooster are close behind you as your pace never falters. Out on the airfield, there he is, with Cyclone and Warlock and Admiral Davis. They’re chatting with your Dad as Omaha and Fritz look on. Coyote catches your gaze and he gives you a half-smile. 

“What do you think’s happening?” Yale whispers and you look over at him. 

“I don’t know, but that’s the admiral who interviewed me as part of the investigation.” Hangman glances at you. 

“Well shit.” Hangman responds. You can feel Rooster’s eyes on you, urging you to not go over there but it’s too late. You’re striding over to the group of men with whispered protests from Bob and Phoenix as you hear Hangman’s “Damn Bradshaw, your girlfriend’s got balls.” You appear just next to your Dad, smiling brightly at Admiral Davis. 

“Admiral Davis sir, it’s good to see you.” He returns the smile. 

“Mav, I gotta tell you, your daughter- she’s something.” Your Dad smiles, resting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Thank you Mercy, I’m proud of her everyday.” 

“As you should be.” Cyclone states and your cheeks go warm from the praise. Coyote’s nudging your hand, trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Well, Cyclone do you mind if I stick around? I’d really like to see these two fly together.” Davis says, gesturing to you and Coyote. A flare of hope alights in your heart as you look at Coyote. 

“Of course Admiral Davis. Coyote, why don’t you get suited up while Mav instructs the groups?” Coyote’s nodding as the group breaks apart. 

“Alright, all of you, listen up. We’re changing things up a bit today...” Your Dad’s voice fades off as you follow Coyote to the locker room, even though you’re probably not supposed to. They let you go and you’re grateful. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Coyote asks after a beat of silence. “Last night was scary.” You nod. 

“Yeah, I was fine. You were there.” He huffs out half a laugh. “Coyote, why- why wouldn’t you just talk to me? I’m not worth you risking your career over.” He falls silent, mulling over this words. He shrugs. 

“I’ve carried that guilt for a long time. And you’re happy here and I wanted to make sure the Navy would never take that from you again, even if it cost us our friendship.”

“And your career?”

“You matter more than my career.” You’re at the door of the locker room and you turn to face him. 

“Coyote-”

“Look, you’re my best friend. You know things about me only a handful of people in this world do. I’d give my life for you and I’d do anything to make sure you’re happy and safe. And what happened at the Green Vipers was a wrong I needed to fix. I don’t give a shit about my career if you’re not the one flying up there with me.” You open your mouth to respond but Coyote’s cutting you off again. “You and I both know that wingmen have an unbeatable bond and we’re one of the lucky few that get to keep flying together. That work as seamlessly on the ground as they do off of it. I know your Dad had that bond with Ice, know he was that close with Goose. You’re my best friend and you weren’t happy there and you’ll never say it outloud but you and I both know you were questioning your place in the Navy because of them.” Coyote’s rushing the words out now, like if he stops, he’ll never start again. “I couldn’t watch you hurt anymore, wait for the opportunity for you to get hurt like that again. And if that meant that if my career went down with theirs, so be it. You have a really good thing going right now, with the team, with Rooster, with your Dad, I couldn’t- couldn’t let you fucking throw it away.” You’re stunned, reeling as you take his words in.

“How close were they to taking your wings?” You whisper. 

“Pretty damn close.” He breathes out, tears surfacing in his eyes.

“Why didn’t they?”

“Because of you.” 

“The hell I’d do?” Coyote gives a watery laugh. 

“Fly with me.” 

“I only want to be here if you and I still get to fly together. You know that, don’t you? You know Hangman and I would get each other killed.” Coyote shakes his head, giving you a look like he wants to hug you but restrains himself. 

“Mav and Cyclone were instrumental in keeping me here, and we didn’t know for sure until this morning whether I’d keep my wings, but I was told explicitly the only reason the Navy didn’t make an example of me was because of how we fly together. How we’re too much on asset to this team and the Navy to split up.” 

“Jesus, Coyote.” You say, because you don’t know what else to say. He presses the palms of his hands to his eyes, trying to keep in the tears and you take that as the perfect opportunity to barrel into your best friend’s chest, pulling him into a tight hug. He doesn’t say anything, just returns it. After a few moments, he pulls away. 

“I gotta go get changed.” You nod, but don’t move away. He gives a silent laugh, understanding that you’re not leaving. When he returns a few moments later, the two of you head back to the airfield, a comfortable chatter emerging. You pause in front of those left (Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy, and Payback) and Hangman smirks. 

“I still think you hooked up.” He says and Rooster’s promptly shoving Hangman over as you laugh. 

“You know Bagman, unlike you, I don’t need sleep with everything that moves.” Fanboys snorts as Hangman glares you. “Sorry, but your reputation as a man whore precedes you.” Hangman’s flipping you off as Hondo approaches, warning the six of you that you’ll need to get in the air soon or Maverick will have everyone’s head. You all break off for your planes and soon you’re back in the air, with Coyote on your side, things better than they have been in weeks. 

“Hey Rebel, what do you say we put a little friendly wager on this?” Coyote calls. The six of you have been broken off into pairs. You and Coyote, Rooster and Hangman, and then the other four. The goal is to get as many other people out as possible without leaving your wingman. 

“What do you got in mind Machado?” You call back. 

“If I get more kills, you and Hangman have to go on a friend date.” Rooster’s laughing through the comms as you shoot a dangerous look at your best friend through the canopy. 

“Fine, but if I get more kills, you have to go on a friend date with Rooster.” It wasn’t that Rooster and Coyote didn’t get along, but despite the fact that they were two of the most important people in your life, Coyote’s alliance to Hangman made it difficult for them to co-exist. Rooster’s laughter ceases as Payback erupts into laughter from his plane. 

“Oh, now we’re talking.” He calls.

“You’re on Rebel.” Coyote shoots back, and then you’re breaking apart. You successfully get Phoenix and Bob out, with Coyote getting Hangman out. Another successful kill from Coyote takes out Fanboy and Payback, leaving Rooster pretty much defenseless. The two of you are doing some of the best flying you’ve ever done together. “Rooster, c’mon man, give it up, you’re not gonna win.” Coyote calls over the comms. “Give me another kill so Seresin and Mitchell here have to go hang out.”

“Over my dead body.” Rooster shoots back. Coyote’s still far away enough that he doesn't see Rooster, but you almost have a lock on him, unbeknownst to either party. 

“Hey Coyote, what was that Marvin Gaye song from the 60′s? Something about a mountain?” Coyote chuckles. “It goes something like ‘Cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough, to keep me from getting to you.” Coyote starts singing along with you and then the dial tone’s sounding.

“Shit. Mav, that has to be cheating.”

“Cheating? For what?” You ask incredulously. 

“Sorry Rooster, no rules about singing.” Mav’s voice comes from the comms, laughter hidden behind his words. He’s only up there to make sure no one goes down, so you know he’s enjoying himself. 

“Hey Rooster.” Coyote calls. 

“What?” The man asks, clearly disgruntled. 

“Na na na, na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye.” The two of you sing. 

“Fuck you!” Rooster calls as the two of you start laughing. 

“Sorry babe, can’t help that I’m such a distraction.” You call. He grumbles as the seven of you make your way down to the ground. You climb out of your plane, laughing with them as you join the other pilots who are gathered on the ground. 

“Wait, does this mean I still have to hang out with Bagman?” You ask and Phoenix is roaring in laughter as you panic.

“Technically, no one won.” Your Dad says, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“But no one lost either.” You defend hastily. 

“I mean, I’m still game if you are.” Coyote says as Rooster groans. You glance at Hangman. 

“Fine, Coyote, I’ll hang out with Bagman, if you hang out with Rooster.”

“This seems more like punishment for Rooster than Coyote.” Omaha says with a laugh. You smile at Rooster, who despite everything, returns it. 

“Yeah, but he’ll do it for me because he loves me.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek. 

“I’m not doing it because I love you.” Hangman states, looking disgruntled as he glances at Coyote. You snort.

“I don’t knowwww, the two of you looked pretty loved up to me that morning you guys were cuddling in guest room.” You sing as Hangman goes pale. 

“Hey! You swore never to bring that up!” Coyote practically yells as you snicker with Fanboy and Payback. Halo looks at you in confusion. 

“Pics or it didn’t happen.” She says firmly and you tilt your head. 

“Oh, I’ve got plenty on my phone in the locker room.” And the team is scrambling up, dying to see them. Distantly, there's a shout from Fritz about why you didn’t send it to the group chat. Coyote’s eyes narrow.

“You better run Mitchell.” You shove your helmet into Rooster’s chest as you take off, hearing his oof as Coyote’s footsteps follow you. He’s faster, always has been, and soon he’s got you in his arms. He doesn’t tackle you, thankfully, as the thought of being tackled into the hot tarmac asphalt sounds less than pleasant. “Take it back! I’m not in love with Hangman!” He yells, humor coloring his tone.

“Never!” You shout back, but the two of you are laughing and if it wasn't for Coyote’s grasp keeping you close to his chest, you’d fallen over. “Good to have you back Lieutenant.” You whisper and he smiles at you.

“Good to be back. We still best friends?”

“Ain’t no way in hell you’re ever getting rid of me Machado.” 

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[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: part 4 ~ Ari Levinson fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

For the next few days, Maddy ignored his texts, calls and pictures because she was embarrassed after what had happened. She had started her periods and was craving a double dose of vada pav, so she took the bus to her local vendor and ordered some food. 

She grabbed both plates and some chai, sitting at the table and rubbed her hands to eat the food. Ari was driving by and spotted her sitting alone eating food; she looked a little sad and in need of some company. 

He parked the car, got out and walked towards her.

"Hi, Maddy, can I join you," he said, waiting for her to look up; her cheeks turned red, and she picked up her glass to take a few sips. "Hey, I haven't seen you around; how's work," he asked after the vendor brought some thumbs up and samosa chaat. 

"It's been hectic; not had any downtime," she said, her head looking up at Ari. She couldn't help blushing at him; he looked stunning in the green shirt and grey pants combination.

"I'm sorry; is it possible for you to take a break, maybe," he said, making Maddy bite her lip and squeeze her thighs together. He was so sweet, yet the David's star chain dangled out of his shirt, making her body tingly. 

"Umm, I'll see what I can do," she said softly, putting the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Maddy took a deep breath in, before saying, "anyway, enough about me. How are you finding Mumbai?" 

"I haven't explored much of Mumbai; it's been driving to work, teaching, then going home," he said, putting his fingers through his hair. 

"Why don't you take a break then," she said, twirling her hair around her finger," 

"Well, I have sat aside this Saturday for us to go shopping; that will help," he said, looking at her blush, her cheeks permitting red. 

"Oh yes, you sure you still want to go," she said, looking at her food getting cold and quickly took a bite. 

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it. I'll pick you up at 10am" he said again, putting his fingers through his hair and making Maddy gulp her food down. She smiled, nodding her head, both of them seeing the sky getting dark and leaving to head their separate way home. 

*Saturday at 10am* 

Ari pressed the horn outside Maddy's, letting her know he had arrived. She quickly ran outside the balcony to tell him she would be 5 minutes. 

Five minutes later, she ran down the stairs, her bag in hand and a very comfortable but bright dress and sandals. Maddy's eyes widened; Ari wore a denim shirt rolled up to show his hairy arms. He had brown trousers and was wearing ray ban sunglasses. 

She whimpered, grabbing the bottle of water from her bag to take a few swigs. She was hot, but also today in Mumbai it was very hot, so she could play that off if he asks. 

"Hi," Ari said, jumping out of his seat to open the door for her. 

"Hey," she said, getting in, loving the fragrance of the car. It smelt of musk and chai, and now all she could think of was fucking in the back seat. Maddy needed to control herself and get the task at hand done. 

Ari connected his phone to the car music system, playing songs from the movie Chandramukhi. The last time the song came on, Maddy loved it, so Ari shazamed the song and forever listened to the song thinking of her. 

Ari tried singing along to the songs, making Maddy giggle and help him out. She bit her lip, watching as he squeezed his hands on the steering wheel. It took Ari 20 minutes to get to Phoenix Palladium and find parking before they both headed inside, straight to the men's shop.

They walked into a few shops, not finding anything they liked. Nothing made Maddy go wow, or even feel tingly inside. They went to a more expensive shop, looking for some items when Ari bumped into Andy. 

"Hey, Andrew," Ari said, seeing him try on a suit jacket. 

"Ari, pal, nice seeing you. How is Mumbai treating you," Andy said, shaking Ari's hand. Andy works at the university as a law professor; they both met at the canteen, where he helped Ari pay for his food as he didn't know what the coins and notes meant. 

"I love the hospitality everyone has shown me, even this nice lady here. Maddy, she helped me out when the food was so spicy. She knew what drink I needed, to take away the spice," he said, rambling away. "Maddy also told the vendor what I like, so every time I go there all I have to do is sit down and he brings the food over. You should try Andy, you will love it," he explained, making Maddy blush, trying to calm herself down before saying hi to Andy.  

"Thanks Ari, send me the name and I'll definitely take my wife after she is back from her trip," he said and Ari nodded his head, before saying goodbye and walking around the other side of the shop with Maddy. 

It took them both 4 hours and 7 shops to find 10 new outfits for Ari which got her feeling hot and tingly. Her favourite outfit was a linen brown suit, with a white coloured shirt. When she saw him try it on, she grabbed her water bottle and downed the liquid. 

Ari also bought her a dress, just to say thank you for being so friendly and helpful after the train platform fiasco. 

#chris evans #ari levinson #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x poc #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson x female reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x indian reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x woc #chris evans x y/n

[stwritings]

Funny Seeing You Here

Synopsis

Long time in-patient y/n was looking forward to her upcoming discharge date from the Hawkins Memorial Hospital. That is, until she became acquainted with an unlikely familiar face, Eddie Munson.

Author’s Note

This is a fix it fic following Stranger Things season 4, volume 2. In this fic, we’re going to forget the fact that the Duffer Brothers decided to delete Eddie from the series. :-) These events take place after the battle in the upside down. I’m also choosing to change the ending of season 4 by having the issue with the upside down resolved, therefore, Hawkins is not plagued by the massive earthquake that resulted in new portals being opened.

What To Expect

Slow burn, angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut in later chapters. ♡

Series Warnings

Mentions of mental health struggles, SMUT (in the later chapters, 18+ to read this story), angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence.

Chapter 4

Daybreak shined through the windows of the 3rd floor unit, gradually waking y/n up from a deep sleep. She let out a groan and rolled over, hoping to catch some more rest. Much of the previous night was spent tossing and turning, anxiously anticipating whether her conversation with Wayne would yield positive results. She didn’t know why she was so nervous; Wayne wasn’t the type to get upset over something so trivial. Despite being drowsy and ready to keep snoozing, she was jolted awake when she heard a familiar voice coming from down the hall.

“Up and at ‘em! Greet the day, folks!”

WAYNE.

He was doing his morning rounds, going from room to room, handing out breakfast and medication to each patient, respectably.

This worked out perfectly. In her clouded, anxiety ridden mind, she had completely forgotten that he would be the first person she would interact with this morning. She shot up from bed and quickly put on her house coat and slippers before sitting down on the edge of her bed, just in time for him to reach her room.

“Goood morning, y/n. Here’s what’s on the menu: strawberry yogurt with a side of orange juice and your daily dose of happy pills!” He said in a sing-song-y kind of way.

“Thanks” she said with a warm smile, letting out a soft chuckle as she grabbed the tray from him.

Given that the hospital policy was strict about the staff collecting all the trays from the patients before leaving their rooms, y/n saw this as the perfect opportunity to buy more time with Wayne. Their morning interactions usually weren’t more than a minute.

She set the tray down on her nightstand and paused, trying to form her next sentence carefully.

“How’d you sleep?” Wayne asked, crossing his arms while leaning against the doorway.

‘Such a dad move’ she thought to herself, holding back a snicker.

 “Fine. I had a hard time falling asleep actually…” She paused. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” He responded, intrigued by her demeanor. She was trying to keep her cool but was picking at her fingers; a dead giveaway that she had a lot on her mind.

“Well,” she started “I’ve been thinking. Since the hospital’s been in a state of lockdown and it’s not deemed safe to wander alone, would you want to accompany me on my walks?”

Wayne was quiet for a few seconds, he was looking up at the ceiling, pondering. A minute passed before he said anything. “Hmm… I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.” He said, giving her a remorseful look.

“Why not?” She bit her tongue, not wanting to sound too pushy.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to, I know you really miss getting fresh air outside of this unit, but with everything that’s been going on, it’s probably not- “

“Wayne…” She interrupted unintentionally. Her eagerness got the best of her and the next few words that came out of her mouth were spoken in super speed. “I don’t mean to sound entitled but… What gives?! Everyone is acting like there’s some major threat and imminent danger and I’m sick of it! You can’t keep projecting this fear onto us, it’s not healthy! I mean we’re already locked up in here, can’t we have any kind of release from the shackles of our boring everyday routine?!”

Woah… that was a lot of pent up anger being released. Y/n had neglected to redirect her building frustration onto something productive and it had built up into this giant burning rage she could feel in her chest; a ticking time bomb. It was peculiar, because she didn’t realize up until this point how strongly she felt about the issue at hand.

She instantly felt regret when she looked up to see Wayne had become uneasy. He wasn’t a fan of confrontation and this was the first time they had ever had a disagreement.

“I’m sorry.” She blurted out, her eyes starting to tear up. This wasn’t the first time her emotions got the best of her, or that her tear ducts betrayed her in a moment of passion.

“Y/n…” he paused. “I’ll see what I can do, but I’m not making any promises. I don’t have control over the facility’s policies so don’t hold your breathe.”

As he started towards the hallway, she managed to let out a faint “Thank you”.

He came to a halt, turned to face her, and nodded his head. His eyes then panned over to her nightstand.

“Tray” his voice was low, but comforting, as if to let her know without speaking another word that he wasn’t upset, just caught off guard by the intensity of the conversation they just had.

She let out a weak chuckle before standing up to hand him the heavy silver tray; permission to leave granted.

-

As the week carried on, y/n was starting to think that Wayne had forgotten about her or was upset over their little dispute. Perhaps he had gotten shut down by the board of directors and didn’t have the heart to tell her. Come to think of it, she hadn’t even seen him since the incident...

‘He’s probably avoiding me,’ she thought to herself. ‘I would avoid me too following whatever the hell that outburst was.’

Her brows furrowed, thinking back at how she had reacted. She was rushed with a massive wave of embarrassment and could feel her cheeks begin to flush. She couldn’t really understand why she had such difficulties managing her emotions, nor why she would take it out on the people she cared most about.

‘Poor Wayne… I have to find him and apologize.’ At this point, she didn’t care about getting her daily walks back. She didn’t feel like she deserved them anyways following that temper tantrum. Of all the people she could have lashed out on, Wayne was the least deserving of it.

The majority of her free time that morning was spent searching for Wayne. The unit wasn’t that big, but it sure had lots of places he could be. Places that, without an access card, she couldn’t get to. Come lunch time, she was just about ready to give up her search when she spotted him at the front desk. She ushered her way over, having practiced her apology all morning. She opened her mouth about to call out his name when he looked up from the desk and greeted her with a smile. It wasn’t his usual cheerful smile which did worry her. ‘Oh he’s definitely upset with me…’ she thought, as dread washed over her. Before she could proceed with her sentence, Wayne interjected. “Hey, y/n! I was just updating Lucie here on the new regulations.”

She paused and glanced over at the young receptionist. She was so focused on making her way over to him that she hadn’t even noticed her sitting at the desk, reviewing what appeared to be a large stack of patient files.

“So uh, as I was saying,” he turned back to Lucie, glancing over at her, his eyes implying that she should pay attention. “we’ve been given the all clear to allow some of our long-term patients without significant behavioral issues to proceed with their daily preferred recreational activities, so long as they can be supervised by a staff member.” He shot a smile over at y/n before redirecting his full attention back to Lucie, silently dismissing her from the conversation.

Y/n couldn’t believe it. He did it. Her emotions were scrambled, and she was torn between feeling ecstatic and guilty. Guilty for having been so rude to Wayne when his intentions were always pure. Her train of thought was interrupted by Wayne’s voice chiming in. “Did you need something, y/n?”

She paused, took a breath and said “Actually, I was wondering if someone was available to accompany me for my afternoon walk later?”

“I’m sure we could find someone” he replied, that warm smile finding it’s way back to his lips.

-

Y/n’s afternoon therapy session couldn’t go by fast enough, she was so eager to get back to her room to meet her walking buddy for the day. She really hoped it would be Wayne.

When she finally got back to her room, there was no sign of any staff members around. She waited another 10 minutes before mild panic started to set in. “I hope they didn’t forget about me…”

She figured she would start making her way towards the doors leading out of her unit and wait there, perhaps this was meant to be their designated meeting spot. As she approached the front desk, she saw none other than Wayne, once again leaning against the wall with his arms folded against his chest.

He glanced over at her, unfolded his arms and asked “Ready?”

She couldn’t form a coherent thought with the amount of excitement that was building up in her chest, all she could manage was aggressively nodding her head yes, a wide smile spread across her face.

“Alrighty, here’s what’s going to happen: the directors weren’t willing to negotiate longer recreational times than 30 minutes to start. They want to ease patients back into this routine so that’s all you’re getting for now. The 30 minutes allotted starts right at the time your walks are scheduled, so if you’re late for any reason, the clock doesn’t stop. Got it?” His face was stern, but y/n could see in his eyes that he was putting up a front, most likely in case other staff members were around to overhear him. “They’ve also cracked down on the rules. You’re limited to the 3rd and 2nd floor for now. You are, under no circumstances, permitted to go to the 1st floor or any other ones above us. There’s still a lot of commotion going on and we do not need you getting mixed up in any of it.”

Y/n frowned, but quickly caught herself and got a hold of her emotions before Wayne could catch a glimpse of her face. ‘Would you just be grateful for once.’ She scolded herself internally.

“Your walks need to be penciled into your schedule a week ahead of time so I can review and approve them. If you’re even a day late to handing in your schedule, I can’t help ya there, kid. So please. Be punctual.” He said in a fatherly way.

The funny thing about Wayne is that he didn’t have any children of his own, but you would never be able to tell. Everything about this man just screamed “Dad”. From his bulky teddy bear like form to his lame jokes and caring personality, it’s no wonder he was loved throughout the unit.

Y/n wasn’t close with her parents, not since the incident that led to her becoming a patient here. She would never admit this to anyone, but she felt comfort in knowing that despite her parents not being in the picture, she had a parental figure in the form of her caretaker.

“So how much time have we got left now?” She quipped, a cheeky smile growing on her face.

“Watch it!” He said, wide-eyed trying to hold back laughter. A snort escaped her, and she quickly covered her mouth and nose with her hands while redirecting her gaze to her feet.

 “Alright, come on, let’s get going” Wayne said, holding the door open for her with one hand, the other making repetitive gestures signaling her to exit the unit.

She quickly shuffled out of there and spent the next half hour incessantly apologizing but also expressing her gratitude and thanking Wayne.

She couldn’t believe he really did it.

_

Chapter 5

Author's Note: This chapter is massive but things are happeniiiiiiing. >:)

(it also just dawned on me that I accidentally named the nurse after Eddie's uncle...... boi)

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[gongustheawsome01]

Do you have any fun facts about Vicky you’ve wanted to tell but haven’t had a chance to?

If not, then what sort of fashions does she like? Does she have a favorite candle scent? Any hobbies? Anywhere she likes to hang out? (You don’t have to answer all of these. I’m just throwing some ideas out. ^u^)

More stuff about Vicky here! ( Backstory )

Well sure I've got a few! Buckle in cause I am going to CRASH THIS CAR!!!!!! For starters before becoming a vampire she actually LOVED garlic bread but when she became a vampire she was not only devastated about the whole y'know family abandoning her thing but also the fact that she would actually just DIE or at least get serious stomach pains if she ate anything with garlic in it. Her eye's are kinda like a dogs where yeah they look like the pupil takes up the entire eye but if she looks to the side then you can see the rest of the eye ( Visual example here ) Her favorite type of fashion is vampiric goth ( shocker I know! ) When she was a kid though she really liked just dressing up like a vampire hunter don't know what fashion that would count as though! Her favorite candle scents are probably either wood, or roasted chestnuts. Though on the side she does dabble in some "lavender" too. Before meeting the ol' silly tower de pizza cast she barely had any hobbies and it was.. kinda sad! Her schedule was very basic and boring.. However! At least once a week or maybe two weeks. She'd partake in one of these hobbies. Lounging in a chair while pondering and listening to classical music, Playing the violin/singing saw, or at least attempting to talk to one of her bats. However after meeting most of the pizza tower cast a new sense of color and wonder came into her life she still has many of those original hobbies but she has it with friends now! Not to say she didn't gain new ones though like writing and baking! ( human remains )

Her favorite place to hang out would probably just be her manor. Though if she's feeling extra lonely bored one night she'll visit noisettes! She normally dose this to get some entertainment from noisettes stories and wackiness though if we're being hones it's cause of her yearning to have human interaction in her life and not feel lonely.

ONE LAST THING! She's secretly a huge fan of Weird Al one day when she was trying to fix up her newly gained radio that she found in the garbage she connected to the doctor demento radio and heard the most gorgeous song she has ever heard in her life ( it was dare to be stupid ) and ever sense then she'd become obsessed with the music of Weird Al.. What?.. SELF PROJECTING!? Why I- What makes you- HEY LOOK OVER THERE!! *throws a smoke bomb to the floor and runs away*

#pizza tower #pizza tower oc #vicky vargeth

[toonlovr19]

My Silly Skeleton Son

(This story takes place in between Spooky Month 1 and 2)

It was the weekend, which meant no work for Lila. She got to be lazy for two full days with absolutely no responsibilities. Well, there was one responsibility she had to do everyday, which was in the form of a young boy in skeleton costume. That same boy who just so happen to be her son.

The skeleton kid, named Skid, was running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. The sound of high pitched giggles and the tapping of little feet could be heard all through out. Usually Skid would be outside playing with his best friend Pump, a kid who dresses up like a pumpkin, but he and his family were visiting his grandpa for the weekend.

Lila looked over her shoulder and sighed. It’s not that Lila found Skid’s antics to be annoying, in fact, she thought it was kind of cute. It was just that she’s worried about him all the time, with all that energy he has it was hard for him to stop and think about his surroundings, which could lead him to getting hurt. She also felt kind of bad for him, with his best friend gone he has absolutely nothing to do (except hanging out with that rat in the attic).

Lila thought that there must be a better way of keeping Skid entertained without him running around in circles. Before she could begin to come up with an idea, the skeleton boy poked his head over the couch. “Hey Mum!” He greeted. Lila gasped, but calmed down once she saw it was just his son. “Oh, hey sweetie.” She said affeconatly.

“What are you doing?” Skid asked, sitting down next to his mom. “Just watching TV. Wanna join me?” Lila pulled Skid into her lap. “You want me to put on a cartoon for you.” Skid wiggled his way out of her grasp. “No thank you! I wanna play!” He jumped off the couch and went right back to running.

This is more serious then I thought, Lila thought to herself. She had to think of a safe and fun way Skid could work off all that energy, and she had to think fast before he tried to do anything dangerous. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, a very silly idea.

“Oh Skiiiiiid!” Lila called out in a sing songy voice like a Disney Princess. Skid scurried back over to the couch at the very mention of his name, if there was anyone in the world that Skid would listen to it was his dear mother. “What is it, mum?”

“Well, I saw that you were more energetic than normal so I’d thought we’d play a game to get all the squirmies out of you.” Skid bounced in his seat in excitement. “What game are we playing? Huh? Huh? Huh?” Lila giggled at her son’s enthusiasm, it was almost contagious. “Calm down, Skid. You’ll find out once we start. Now, I’m gonna need you to turn a round and close your eyes.” “OK!” Skid faced his back to his mom and covered his eyes with his gloved hands.

Lila tried to hold back her laughter, this idea was sure to work. She put her hands on Skid’s sides and wiggled her fingers. “H-Hey! Eeeheeheeheehee! Moooooom!” Skid squealed, his arms flying down at his side in an attempt to block out the tickles. “That tickles!” Lila grinned. “That’s the point, Skid. It’s all part of the game we’re playing!”

Skid managed to to escape the side tickles and flopped down on his belly. But before he could crawl away, Lila scribbled her fingers on the soles of his feet. “My feeheeheeheeheet!” Lila decided to have a little fun of her own. “Aww! Dose that tickle, my little spooky skeleton?” The baby talk caused Skid to laugh even harder, it felt way more tickly.

Lila then flipped Skid over onto his back and proceeded to playfully tickle his little tummy. “Ahahahaha! Mom! Please! Hahahahaha!” Skid try to form a coherent sentence, but his brain was so overflown by the tickles that all he can do was laugh helplessly. “Please what, sweetie? You mean, please eat your tummy because your so adorable? OK!” Lila began to “eat” Skid’s defenseless stomach, that made him screech.

Lila immediately stopped to let Skid catch his breath, she didn’t want to overwhelm him. He leaned his head against a couch cushion, panting and giggling, while his mom firmly rubbed his stomach to get rid of any leftover tickles. “Sorry Skid, was that too much?” Once Skid caught his breath, he answered, “No, I’m ok. This is fun!” Lila put back on a playful smirk. “Good, cause we’re not exactly done yet. I’m going to sing a song, but I’m gonna need you to stay put, ok?” Skid furrow his brow, what song would be fitting for this tickle game. Lila giggled at her son’s confusion and gently grabbed his big toe.

“The toe bone’s connected to the foot bone!” She lightly scratched the sole of the same foot making Skid giggle. “The foot bone’s connected to your leg bone, the leg bone’s connected to the knee bone!” He squeaked when his mom squeezed the back of his knee. As she went on singing, she either pointed to or tickled the bone in question, trying to find a spot that made Skid laugh the most. It wasn’t until she tap on his ribs did she hit the jackpot.

“AHAHAHAHA! My ribs!” Skid roared with laughter. “Oh, so it’s your ribs that are the most ticklish?” Lila asked in a trademark baby talk voice, she waited for Skid to answer. “Y-yes...” He said in a tiny voice. “Well then, that’s too bad for you because your costume makes it easier to tickle them.” As if to emphasize her point, she scribbled her fingers on the white lines of Skids sides.

“Hehehehehey! Noooo! Not the ribs!” Skid flailed his arms around, throwing his head back in laughter. After a few good minutes of ticklish fun, Lila decided that Skid had finally had enough. As soon as she stopped, the boy went limp on the couch still giggling as if he was having a giggle fever. “Are you ok, Skid?” “Yes... I’m just tired.” Skid crawled into his mom’s lap and hugged her, which prompted her to hug back.

“Can we watch TV together?” He asked, looking up at her with relaxed voice and tired eyes. Lila smiled warmly. “I would like that very much.” Yep, worked like a charm.

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[wellntruly]

M*A*S*H - Viewguide, S3

Are you interested in the long-running anti-war situation tragicomedy M*A*S*H (1972-1983), but there are simply so many asterisks and so many episodes?

Well I can’t help you with the asterisks, but nor can I help myself: I started watching all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H, and bringing back for you my viewing selections, chosen for The Qualities.

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You should have seen me at Movie Madness pulling out the drawer for “TV: 1970s” and finding this complete stack of covers for all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H. Lost in the saaauuce.

But, amazing news: not only did I make the surprising discovery that what's on Hulu is clearly a restored and remastered version of the far crunchier material on the DVDs, but also that I DEEPLY prefer the original laugh track! It turns out, the laughter is the score. They’d cut to it like music. Without that melody it was built around everything felt so off, so eerily quiet.

Incidentally, over the recent holiday weekend I sang all of 1.75 non-chorus lines of ‘Suicide Is Painless’ in the kitchen and my dad just said, “MASH.” We then talked about all our faves while playing solitaire and drinking maple whiskey sours by the woodstove. Cannot believe I’m getting such a fond memory with my father from M*A*S*H but I’m not sure why, that seems right.

Here are my own suggested favorites from the third season, the last of an era!!! /weeping

M*A*S*H - Season 3 Recommended sequence

3x02 ‘Rainbow Bridge’ - It is amazing that the first episode of this season that aired was the first episode of this season that aired, as everything about the second episode, ‘Rainbow Bridge’, feels like the premiere of the third season of a service comedy (slowly turning dramedy). The 4077th get a message from the Chinese that they have nine wounded American GIs that need more medical help than they can offer, and give their coordinates 50 miles behind the line. “Could be a trap, Trap.” GREAT STUFF. And hey, Season 3? Someone’s upgraded the photography department! She’s moving, folks (the camera). They also keep cutting to Loudon Wainwright perched above the camp with his guitar singing some absurd song about Tokyo like every third scene transition. Why? Couldn’t tell ya. Except to repeat the first line.

3x03 ‘Officer of the Day’ - Henry’s away and Frank makes Hawkeye be Officer of the Day. I love that when he’s backed into a management position, Captain Pierce is actually rather good at it. Tired and clever and humane. It’s gonna sound odd, but he’s almost Lawful, just his code is nothing Army regulation, simply Do The Least Harm. He is a stickler on that. Also contains the best visual punchline I've seen yet. Simply burst out laughing.

3x04 'Iron Guts Kelly' - Margaret kills a general and is like, who would help me hide this body, and doesn’t even have to think about it. Cordially, [throwing a pillow in the face of me of the past] YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT YOU HAD, YOU DOSED UP LUNATIC.

3x05 ‘O.R.’ - Ha ha I COULD EAT MY OWN HAND.

100% in surgery, zero laugh track, which does forever prove The Power of Editing (!) as it runs so beautifully, no weird stilted silence like when you take it out later, and also I’m changed as a person. 10/10 I am gnawing.

3x06 'Springtime' - Update ‘Springtime’ an essential episode as writer & actor Mary Kay Place’s literal-literal self-insert M*A*S*H script in which she plays a hot nurse in glasses getting seduced by Radar O’Reilly. I am….obsessed with her. Also Klinger gets married!!!

3x08 ‘Life With Father’ - This one is ultimately a lil' silly sure, but I think I’m powerless to resist Radar, Father Mulcahy, and this young Korean mom moving Heaven & Earth to get a rabbi on the radio to walk them through performing a bris for her Jewish-Korean infant son. And that’s the A-plot, the B-plot is Hawkeye and Trapper are trying to complete a Hidden Picture to win a pony.

3x09 ‘Alcoholics Unanimous’ - I wasn’t going to include both alcoholism episodes, but this is such a good Margaret ep I couldn’t kick it out of bed. Loretta Swit is just so, so funny in this one. I was losing it. Even our impossible miscreants are like lol hang out with us! Favorite drunken scene yet, for sure for sure for sure for sure.

3x11 ‘Adam’s Rib’ - The fact that my dad spontaneously quoted a line from this episode to me, and not even one I would have thought particularly memorable, should alone earn it a spot on any recommendation list. But I too still find myself recalling multiple moments from this one. 'Adam's Rib'—it's gotta be on here!

3x13 ‘Mad Dogs and Servicemen’ - Oh you know I’m here for an episode where in the first minutes Trapper is going, “Frank, that’s straight out of World War I, no one thinks ‘shellshock’ anymore!” Tragically we don’t actually get to see psychiatrist Sidney Freedman, their one-time comedic antagonist turned professional pal and poker buddy (I love this...so much), but I did send a plot synopsis to my own pal Jen, doctor of psychology and practicing therapist, for the psych eval, and her full report is pending but the abstract indicates that hey, Sid’s c. 1950s therapy for their phantom paralysis case (currently probably called a conversion disorder) might be a plausible approach! Remains to be seen if it would be strictly necessary for Hawkeye to have to role-play as Betsy Tough Love to this kid and feel chewed up about it, but it does make for good TV.

3x15 'Bombed' - Everyone’s emotions are running VERY high in this episode, which just straight up opens with the camp being bombed all to hell. With ‘O.R.’ and ‘Aid Station’ as well this season, this fellow dramatic one ended up just missing the first edition of this list, but it’s important to be able to admit when you were wrong. Margaret & Trapper trapped in the supply shed…the bombs are not the only thing shaking me.

3x17 ‘The Consultant’ - This episode rules so, so hard. Love a sneaky cautionary taaaale! Definitely a far finer crafted story than ‘Alcoholics Anonymous’, but we’re including both for their various other appealing elements. Such as, here: a sublimely absurd interlude to a British camp where everyone is like “..Quite,” heavy bombardment, a scene with the trio in incredible swimming get-ups for the water tank pool Henry has made, tensely breathtaking surgery, and just a steady course of Alan Alda being rampantly bisexual in front of, across, and at one point directly to his own real life father. You love to can't believe you're seeing it.

3x18 ‘House Arrest’ - This one is sheer chaos and with an ending I don’t care for much, but the primary plot is Hawkeye & Trapper have possibly never been more dating. Really some peak absurd & precious ne'er-do-well pair behavior, and I just can’t keep this one from you, not here, not now..(!) I also quite like the bit with Radar & Klinger, and ultimately Hawkeye, having a moment of critical self-reflection on his own teasing. Damn Frank storyline, get out of here! Just give us more of the gang watching the new Gene Tierney picture.

3x19 ‘Aid Station’ - Literally cheered at the end of a Margaret monologue in this, a stand-out even before she and Hawkeye and Klinger are in the midst of actual hell together at the front, and work so hard & desperately and get so dear. Not to bandy about the term mutual respect, but Hawkeye bandies about the term mutual respect. Haha, [softly] help. Meanwhile, Trapper & Radar :’) & Henry :’) Second of two episodes this season, both of which I have very much included, where Colonel Blake has to make the decision to send some of his people to the front where they very much might die, and his heart just won’t rest until they’re back, which is always *primo.* Henryyy..!

This episode is M*A*S*H being funny and harrowing and sincere and really, really aware of humor as a way to try to shore against the loss of people you care about all in 25 minutes, which is why, in probably an even more dramatic move than any episode I’ve skipped yet: this is my Season 3 finale for you. This does goodbyes in wartime best this season, goofy, glorious, gutting, the whole cocktail. The ingredients are there in ‘Check-up’ and ‘Abyssinia, Henry’, but they haven’t been balanced in the shaker by as steady a hand as the ones that crafted ‘Aid Station’.

And you’ll learn what happened in the actual season finale at the beginning of Season 4, and as you should: just a few careful sentences with a pit beneath them, and in a moment when the loss has gotten even ❤️ worse.

Season 1 • Season 2 • Season 3 • To be continued

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#M*A*S*H hours #M*A*S*H #viewguides #Tarra watches #what am I even gonna do with my NOTES

[ikeromantic]

The Trap Closes

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction. This scene is set well after the events of the romantic epilogue and features Mitsuhide and MC in a modern setting extended story. Approx. 2400 words.

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Serendipity

Mitsuhide leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming. His little one sat beside him, her mind clearly churning as she tried to digest the plans his team divulged. He smiled at her intent expression. She was so cute when she was trying to focus. “Relax, little mouse.” Mitsuhide settled his hand on her leg. 

“Yeah, relax. You should still be in bed,” Miyake scolded her with a good natured smile. 

Sasuke nodded. “He’s right. You don’t need to be here. You should go to your parents’ home.”

She drew her chin up, showing that steel soul she hid behind her kind eyes and gentle smile. “These people tried to hurt me. They tried to hurt my friends. I’m not going to go hide in my bedroom and wait for you to take care of it for me.” It was only spoiled a little by her dry cough after.

Itsuko and Daiki watched her cautiously. The chatelaine was an unknown to them, their boss’ girlfriend. Souta seemed more sure. He grinned at her and nodded. “The lady knows what she wants.”

Mitsuhide chuckled. “That she does. I think there is a role for her to play in this.” 

Sasuke looked like he might argue but after a look from the chatelaine, he only clenched his jaw. 

“Fine. So let’s get started.” Miyake frowned but didn’t argue further. 

A few hours later, Mitsuhide found himself packed tight into the confines of a cleaning products box. The metal cart beneath him rattled and shook as Itsuko pushed in up the ramp of the back entrance to Tanaka’s office building. The door guard barely paused when scanning his ID. 

Thankfully, Souta’s employee database hack held and they were waived through. 

Itsuko hummed softly to himself as he pushed the cleaning cart down the hall to the service elevator. Another badge scan and the door clicked open. He was on his way to the top floor with little more than a cursory check. 

Mitsuhide felt the elevator rise, the smooth, rapid motion made his stomach flip. It was a sensation he didn’t think he would ever adjust to. It was worse in the confines of the cardboard box, in the dark. He swallowed and tried to focus on the plan. 

Miles away in another part of town, Daiki was walking into a warehouse with a grin on his face and a can of gasoline in hand. This was where Tanaka’s criminals stored their contraband. Shelves of banned and restricted chemicals, stolen merchandise, forgeries . . . this was where the money was made. Smuggled items for sale and export. 

“Hey! Stop! Who the fu-” 

Daiki slammed the gas can into the side of the mafioso’s head and dropped him. Then he smiled and waved up at the security cam. Souta was probably watching, might as well say hello. Then he set to work, dousing the goods in his petrol mixture. When everything flammable was soaked, he stepped back and lit it.

The flames leapt up before his spark of his lighter even touched the oil. He singed his fingers, almost dropping it. “Damn. You wanted to burn, didn’t you?” Daiki pressed his fingertips to his lips for a moment and then remembered Souta was watching and this wasn’t the kind of thing a tough guy did. He changed the motion to blowing a kiss and hoped his friend didn’t catch the pause. 

He dragged the unconscious man out by his arms and set him far enough away from the warehouse to be safe. Ish. 

At another location in one of the city’s suburbs, Sasuke watched several low-tier thugs accept an unexpected shipment of free beer. Kegs they took with grins and laughter, never suspecting each one was dosed with a compound that would knock them out after only a cup or two. 

And in this very building, his little mouse was making a special delivery to the front desk. A cake for Ana, but under the frosted cover was an EMP device. Something Souta and Sasuke built together that would take out communications in the building. All she needed to do was get past the door guards and into the lobby. 

Mitsuhide didn’t worry about any of that. It was all part of the plan they’d crafted together. One he knew would succeed even if an individual part failed. He found, to his surprise, that he trusted each member of his team to manage their part even if something went wrong. 

He felt the cart come to a stop. “You can’t be here right now. The boss is having a meeting. Real serious,” someone said. A guard - they sounded bored rather than hostile.

Itsuko jiggled the cart. “Yeah? You know what else is serious? Sewage leaks. If I don’t get in there a slap a patch on that pipe, boss is going to be swimming in his own -”

“You know what? I’ll buzz his assistant. Let her decide.” The guard chuckled. 

Mitsuhide knew what happened next, though he could only hear it. Itsuko slipped up behind the guard as soon as his back was turned and in one quick motion, tried to knock him out. Tried. Itsuko hadn’t had the kind of training Mitsuhide did. He only had a few short weeks of practice. His elbow caught the guard by surprise, but it wasn’t enough to take him out.

The two men struggled in the hall, grunts and gasps accompanying the short, brutal fight. 

Mitsuhide didn’t wait to find out who would win. He tore out the lightly sealed box top. His neck felt sore and his legs were buzzing with pins and needles. It took a moment for him to orient himself and begin to move. His usually grateful gait was an awkward stumble as he stepped down from the cart to intervene. 

It took only a moment to find the opening he needed. A swift blow to the side of the guard’s head and the man crumpled to the floor. Injured, but alive, which was the intent. Then Mitsuhide flashed Itsuko his sharp smile. “I thought I taught you better than that.”

“Sorry boss,” Itsuko shrugged. Then he knelt down and rifled through the guard’s pockets, coming away with a security fob. He added it to his keychain beside the one Mitsuhide stole on his night’s stay in the building, and the one Souta set up for him as cleaning staff. 

“You know what to do next. Make sure to clear the building.” 

Itsuko nodded. “Sure. You really think he’s got people locked up in rooms here?”

Mitsuhide nodded. “I was kept in one. I imagine there are others, willing and unwilling. Get them all out.” 

After Itsuko hustled off, Mitsuhide looked at the door to Tanaka’s office. This was it. Not revenge, nor ambition drove him here although, perhaps both played a part.What he felt was more the satisfaction of being so near the end of a job - one that needed doing, however unpleasant the task. Men like Tanaka could not be allowed to destroy the peace of this place for their petty greed. 

Mitsuhide opened the door and stepped inside. As expected, Tanaka was there, sitting behind his desk. There were four men standing in front of him, all looking unsettled. These must be his warlords. Bandits, all. 

The five men all stared at the unexpected interruption. One of the warlords reached for something inside his jacket but before he could take action, Tanaka spoke.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t call you back.”

“No, you didn’t.” Mitsuhide’s thin smile widened.

Tanaka raised an eyebrow. He was a man clearly used to obedience and deference. He wasn’t sure what to make of Mitsuhide’s behavior. 

The man with his hand inside his jacket smirked. “I’ll take him out and teach him some manners, boss. If you’ll excuse me?”

Mitsuhide didn’t give him time to make good on his threat. He grabbed the man by his arm and pulled him close and slammed an elbow into his nose. The sound of crunching cartilage and the sudden smell of blood hit first, followed by the thud of the man’s body falling to the floor. 

The others began to spring into motion, three men familiar with violence. They expected to overwhelm Mitsuhide. To bring him down by force, quickly and brutally. And had he been anyone else, they might have succeeded. But Mitsuhide fought against the odds his whole life. Alone in most battles, outnumbered, but never outwitted. He knew how to handle men like these.

He brought the second one down with a kick to the groin and an elbow to the back of his head. The third man he simply side-stepped and then helped him continue his momentum straight into the wall. The last opponent was more wary, having seen how easily Mitsuhide felled his companions. 

Mitsuhide read caution in the last warlord’s movements. It did the man little good. Mitsuhide went on the attack, striking rapidly with his fists and elbows until he found an opening. It was an inelegant strategy, but effective. The last man went down with a fist to the side of his head. That left only Tanaka.

The boss sat behind his desk with a smug expression. In his hands, one of the small modern rifles - a pistol, Mitsuhide thought - trained on him. “I thought you had some promise,” Tanaka sighed. “But you couldn’t be patient and wait to prove yourself. Instead, you do this? I am not impressed.”

Mitsuhide chuckled. “Then it is good that I am not trying to impress you.” 

“Then what?” Tanaka blinked, unable to hide his surprise. He thought he understood people - their greed, their lust for power. He thought Mitsuhide was just like the other men he’d surrounded himself with. Led by those desires alone. 

“I won’t waste breath explaining it. Men like you are the reason men like me exist.” Mitsuhide walked around the office, looking at the gathered antiques. “Do you imagine you are like the lords of the past? Uesugi. Takeda. Oda.” He lifted a decorative sword from the wall. “You are nothing like them. Even the worst of them wanted something better for the world. But you - you only tear down what others build up.”

Tanaka stood, shoving his chair behind him. “Tear down? Boy, I built one of the greatest crime families in this country. I built an empire. How dare you speak on things you don’t know?” 

Mitsuhide shook his head, tsking. “You destroy the peace of this place and call it an empire? Stealing from those that cannot defend themselves? Letting your warriors hunt innocents for petty revenge? I can’t decide if you’re merely a fool or foolishly evil.” He swung the sword experimentally. The balance on it was terrible. Some sort of cheap material made to display only. But it would do.

“Enough. I won’t be scolded by you.” Tanaka’s finger tightened on the trigger. 

Just then, the lights went down and all the screens in the room went dark. The gun went off, muzzle flashing. The blade reflected the burst of light as it arced through the air. 

Mitsuhide felt something warm trickle down his neck, then a sharp, hot pain. He ignored it, trying to wrestle the sword free of Tanaka’s neck. The mafioso was slumped over the desk, head nearly severed. The cheap weapon could not cut through the bone and was now lodged there. After a moment, Mitushide just let go, leaving the sword where it was. 

He put a hand to his neck. The wound felt small, the blood loss acceptable. All things considered, he’d expected to come away with more injuries. Of course, he wasn’t done yet.There would be more resistance in the building. More fights. Miyake was on his way or perhaps already here to help. Sasuke and Daiki as well. Yet he already felt like they’d won. 

Despite that, he was uneasy. There was so much to this crime syndicate that he didn’t quite fathom. A breadth to it made possible by modern day communications that meant even a victory like this one would leave a remnant of these bandits in power. Mitsuhide knew it would take years to root out all of the corruption. And more than that to see that no other similar bandit-lord took over where Tanaka left off. 

The job was only half done and he could not stay to see it to completion. That was the root of his anxiety. 

“Mitsuhide!” His little mouse burst in, a flashlight in hand. “Are you alright?” Her light shone in his eyes, and he blinked.

“Lower your torch, little one.”

“Oh my god! Mitsuhide, you’re bleeding. From your neck!” The light lowered as she rushed forward. 

He laughed softly. “I’m fine. It’s a scratch.” He pulled her into a hug. “What about you? Did everything go as planned downstairs?”

She nodded as her fingers pushed his head up and to the side, inspecting his wound. “Ana opened the cake box and everything shut down. She and the other two at the front desk went to some back room to try to call for help but their phones wouldn’t work. Then Miyake came. I didn’t wait to see what he would do. I came straight here.”

One of the men on the floor groaned. Mitsuhide nudged the fallen warlord with his foot. “These men will need to be corralled and dealt with.”

“Dealt with?” She glanced at Tanaka’s body and shivered. 

“I won’t waste their lives if there is another way,” he promised. It would be so much easier to kill them, but his little one was right to abhor such a solution. He pulled the zip-ties from his pocket and set about restraining them. It was so much easier to use these plastic bands than it was to use rope. It was really too bad he didn’t have a few at home.

The chatelaine helped him tie the warlords. Mitsuhide couldn’t help but notice her cough, but he said nothing about it. If she wanted to help, he would not interfere. Though he did keep a close eye on the men in case any were only pretending to be unconscious. 

“You know,” she said as she lowered the last man’s feet to the floor. “I never imagined I’d be tying men up alongside you.”

“Oh? Is that a desire I wasn’t fulfilling?” Mitsuhide lowered his gaze seductively. “I will allow it. But once I’m tied, I hope you know what to do next.”

Her cheeks heated and she looked away. “Th-that’s not what I meant! I just - you know! These guys. Helping you with a plan.”

Mitsuhide took her hands, smiling. “You help me far more than you know.” He looked back toward the door. “Now let’s go find Itsuko and see if Miyake is here yet.”

Next: Useful Tasks

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[chaletnz]

Amazon: Ayahuasca Ceremony

I made my way up the hill to the temple around 8.30 for my spiritual awakening. Maestro Alfredo was there waiting for me, and Rodrigo and Segundo (a guy who worked in the kitchen) were both also there. The American couple had backed out at the last moment so it would just be three of us drinking under Maestro Alfredo’s guidance. He introduced himself and told us how he had drank his first ayahuasca at 15 years old with his uncle who taught him all the shamanic practices - he is now 70 years old and has drunk ayahuasca thousands of times. Maestro Alfredo told me to trust him and our ceremony began as a torrential downpour of rain started. First he gave me a few drops of some “Amazon perfume” and I was instructed to rub it over myself. Then the cup of ayahuasca was poured. I took a whiff as I held the small wooden cup, it didn’t smell good but certainly not too bad. I was instructed to introduce myself to the ayahuasca and then drink the full cup in one go. It tasted a lot worse than it smelled so I had to do it in two sips rather than one. I sat back down, then Rodrigo and Segundo took their dose. By this time it was 9pm and the generator was turned off to throw us all into complete darkness. All there was to do now was wait, cradling my sick bucket until the aya kicked in.

The first thing I noticed was that my sense of sound was far heightened. It could’ve been the darkness or the aya, I’m not sure, but I could hear the rain as well as every other sound of the jungle like croaking frogs. I had a loud ringing in my right ear which sounded like a chainsaw - it couldn’t be, so I figured  it must be a boat. In hindsight though, it was raining so heavily and the nearest boat with an engine would have to be about a mile or two away, it was probably my imagination. I was able to slow down the individual sounds and isolate them to listen in more carefully and that’s when I really felt like I was on drugs. The shaman regularly performed songs with his “instrument”, a flax brush, and singing to Ayahuasca to give us her energy. I tried to see some visions asking Aya internally for a glimpse of my future if she would be so kind to show me. In the pitch blackness I started to see coloured outlines drawing themselves, a spark of blue and then an outline of a cat - throughout the night I saw some greens and pinks too drawing random shapes but the cats were recurring, big jungle cat faces like a jaguar, or puma. Most of the visions were hard to make out, a lot of human and animal eyes, I did make out my mum’s face at one point, as well as something else that looked like a cartoon Pokémon but there was nothing super distinct other than the multiple cats. In my head there was some shouting back and forth which sounded like a domestic argument and was kind of scary although I couldn't make out the words. I felt my stomach churning as time passed and eventually I threw up about three times which burned my throat a lot. I started to hear snippets of music in my head, they sounded like songs I’d listen to but not so familiar that I knew them. It seemed like someone had a radio on but I think it was my imagination because I wouldn’t have been able to hear it over the rain if there was one. Maestro Alfredo told me to focus on the messages in my head rather than the images, as I’d said they were weak and hard to see when he asked me what I saw/heard/felt. I thought about my mum, she is the most important. I also had thoughts about my brain not being able to trip “properly” maybe something is wired wrong or different or possibly I have a health issue? About an hour in I realised it was easier to see the visions with my eyes open just staring into the darkness because I was so tired, my body wanted to sleep but the visions are not dreams so I needed to be conscious. I would see maybe three or four continuous sparks of colour making a line drawing of a shape and then changing to another one but then it would fade out into the black. There was nothing so profound or enlightening that I saw or felt or thought and after an hour and a half it seemed to get weaker still and Maestro was closer than before. He’d sounded very far away compared to the boat/chainsaw and the rain and jungle noises when he’d been performing his songs. He said I probably could’ve taken more but he didn’t recommend it now because I’d be up for hours longer. I was tired and the waves of hot and cold had landed on cold also from the wind and rain - at 11pm I pulled on my hoody but was still cold. Wild as I had been sweating the entire time since I’d landed in Iquitos airport. I wanted to lie down in bed but Segundo and Rodrigo were still tripping hard so I had to wait about another 20 minutes for them to come down enough to be able to walk back. The walk back was tricky, pouring rain and a slippery grass slope to climb over, Rodrigo also had to stop at a tree to throw up a lot. Once I got back to my room I felt almost completely lucid though. I tried to sleep but I was still seeing a few coloured sparks trying to draw outlines, I saw a house with a straw thatched roof on fire and others I couldn’t make out before I finally drifted off feeling restless and weak.

The experience was enjoyable, but I didn't feel the enlightenment I think I was expecting from it. I had requested a lesser dose from the Maestro as I was afraid. I would try ayahuasca again, and I would take a full dose, or even slightly more, now I am not afraid of it.

Myself and the shaman Maestro Alfredo

#Peru #Amazon #ayahuasca

[byakuyasdarling]

I’ve recently been thinking about an AU where S/I actually does die during Chapter 3, instead of just “appearing dead” and unconscious at first as she is in her canon.

It’s hard to measure how Byakuya would react. I mean, that whole “I almost lost you” moment is his realisation that he did love her, and how integral she has been to his life for so many years… but for that realisation only to be had once it’s too late, once she’s died? Kinda hard.

I think, he may at first just go into blatant denial. Like: “She wasn’t important. She was in the way.” etc. But he feels something else, but refuses to acknowledge he’s lost in any way. And, the further he repressed her in his mind, the stronger he feels her presence (or lack there of) every now and again. I would imagine this manifests as reoccurring dreams, where she’s over his shoulder, out of sight, and she just repeatedly tells him that she loves him — nothing else. It’s rather haunting to him.

His normal character development would still occur, but he does maintain that lack of care for people individually. In D//R3 he calls the survivors his friends, that wouldn’t happen in this AU; he wouldn’t have any degree of care for anyone. He would become even more intolerant of To//ko, to the point of being infuriated.

Since Kom//aru can see ghosts, I do think she initially had a small dose of it when meeting Byakuya for the first time back in UD//G. Just: “Wasn’t there a girl behind you just a second ago?”. To which he’d simply be puzzled, and brush off. Kom//aru will only put together who she was when seeing the ghosts as per canon, and telling To//ko it happened once before when she saw Byakuya. To//ko will begrudgingly tell Kom//aru who the ghost was when she provides a description — feeling a little bad for S/I (because character development).

Eventually, when rescuing him, Kom//aru tells him who is behind him. Though he meets her abilities with a great deal of skepticism, he chooses to indulge her, and perhaps himself. He rests his own hand atop his shoulder, searching — maybe a little too desperately, maybe making it too obvious he has weaknesses too. But when he thinks he felt something, he looks back at Kom//aru, who is now giggling.

“She looks really happy you’ve finally noticed her.” …

“Sure… She is…” …

“I’ve only seen her twice now, but she’s always been trying to care for you, to finger comb your hair, things like that. She’s disappointed she can’t do that.” …

“I made her wait too long…” … “Can you speak with her?” …

“Well, I can try… She can understand you, I’ll just repeat what she says back.” …

“I’ll indulge your “powers”, however, if word gets around about this — it’s your head.” …

“Cool it! Cool it! I promise.” …

“Tch. I can’t even believe this…” … “Ask her to say something first.” …

“Umm… alright.” … “She’s laughing, she said: “don’t mind him, my ‘Kuya has always been a little irritable. He’s lucky he’s cute.” Haha.” …

“… I miss you.” …

“… I’m sorry this seems… so personal. She says she wants you to play piano again, she’s sad you quit.” …

“I couldn’t play again. Not after she… left.” …

“She says she never left. She always will be here. She wants you to be happy — anything. Even without her, she wants you to enjoy life.” …

“That sounds like the platitudes she always said…” …

“She wants you to play her favourite song again.” …

And then, Byakuya breaks into his regular self, tired of vulnerability, with a plebeian no less. She could have made it all up, just to make a fool of someone “superior”.

“Enough of your games, this is tiresome. I’ve indulged you enough… Let’s leave — I expect silence.” …

“Wait!—“ …

“Quit it.” …

Though his family is gone, his manor is in tact. He considers what he’s been told — there’s no harm in trying to play piano, right? Nothing to it. Nothing important… He swore he felt her, he swore he felt her pitchy singing — something he adored despite it being technically flawed.

“I love you. I really do.” …

He then just sits there. Alone. Silence. In the shadows of a few bookcases.

He never truly reconciles with those events. Though, his haunting dreams of her stop. Sometimes it’s just like the times before she died, sometimes it’s just repeats of him alone, sitting in silence in front of his piano. He himself dies a few years later during a mission. An act of carelessness and lack of focus that loosing S/I had brought to him. At least the lovers can live happily now in another life.

#anyway if you made it through my rambling tell me what you thought of my cringe LMAO #considered making this canon for a bit h til I realised the story wouldn’t run smoothly AT ALL. #so in her canon — she still lives LMAO. But maybe this storyline can be reserved for an unlockable extra. #(if she were in the games) #I can’t remember exactly how Kom//aru’s powers work. but for this AU she can understand the ghosts. #long post #ship tag: book lovers ♡ #andreagami #Freya’s 2 cents #best of Freya | ♥️

[lunamadrigal]

Did someone say part three to the Road Trip drabble? 👀

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🗺📍Map Quest // Road Trip (part three)

The stale hot smell of pizza replaced whatever earlier stench had been festering inside our VW bus. Even the breeze that whipped through the rolled down windows hadn’t managed to carry the scent of meat lover’s pizza outside. Two large pies were hardly enough for the five of us after Ignacio and Auri destroyed half each, downing a bizarre mixture of every flavor of soda the fountain drink dispenser had available with it. The sight of them chugging the ‘diabetes in a cup’, as Angelina called it, made my teeth hurt and judging from their blue tinted lips I half expect them to regret that decision shortly.

“It looks like you made out with a Smurf dude.” Ignacio blurted out with a devilish grin while mid-scroll on his phone.

“Have you seen your own lips Ignacio?!”

“Oh, not just mine duderino.” Nacio raised an eyebrow in my direction with his snarky remark.

“Why me? I didn’t even say anything?”

Javi snorted between laughs in the passenger seat and turned barely enough to face us. “I’m calling you Smurf-iego from now on.” 

Ehh.. That one should bother me but the Smurfs are kinda cute… Right? Right. They’re adorable. Who doesn’t love a Smurf. Well I guess they’re singing is a little annoying but other than that, cute. Doubt worked its way into my mind, thinking it over though.

“Mi sol..”, Auri’s breath nipped at my neck where he whispered, “.. some of the uhhh–” His finger tapped his own lips lightly as a smile crept up and fought the blue stain for attention.

OF COURSE. There weren’t two sets of Smurf lips sitting in the back of the bus. Nope. There were three. At least there wasn’t 200 grams of sugar floating down my bloodstream to earn it.

“So.. Is blue my color?” I wiggled my nose at him, teasing him back.

“BOYS. HONEYMOON.” It sounded like a playful threat but best not push Ignacio so I leaned myself back again, not taking my eyes off of Auri who added one of his famous eyerolls at the comment.

“SHUT UP AND LOOK!” The bus came to a sudden sharp stop, so sharp that it was only luck that we hadn’t gotten whiplash from Angelina’s driving skills.

“LOOOOOOK!” Her dainty fists gripped the wheels tighter, shaking it with excitement. Good thing she was inside the bus or she probably would have floated off into space, seeing stars.

A pristine white stretch of road signaled the start of the resort with every type of tropical plant even Isabela would be envious of. The palma de cera were unmatched in height, towering along the sidewalk and casting their own shadow puppets onto the stone, offering visitors below a quick relief from the sun.

“Names?” A serious voice interrupted from the driver’s side window as we all stared out ahead at the resort.

“It’s quite something but if you want in I’ll still need those names.” The woman nudged her glasses back up her nose before fixing a strand of her amber hair, looking as if she has had her fair dose of unruly teens for the day.

“It’s under Madrigal.” No nonsense Javi blankly stated while handing Angelina the reservation print out.

“And you all are —” The woman paused, studying us and while her expression remained stoic her eyes gave away something. “— unaccompanied?”

Maybe she was just showing concern? But surely having a group of teens isn’t that out of the ordinary, right?

“Listen —” Ignacio jumped to his feet, ducking inside the small space in the bus and pushed his way up to lean out the window at her. Oh here we go. Fasten your seat belts. I cringed half expecting some hilarious remark from Ignacio but he fell silent. “Uh– R-E-E-M..” He read her name tag in the most unsure tone possible by his standards.

“What??” Auri shot up, squeezing over the seat’s headrest to peek at what flustered Ignacio. “No dude, it’s R-E-A-M, see..” He pointed at the white and gold trimmed tag on her buttonup shirt.

“Looks like R-E-M, ya know like rem sleep…” Javi added matter-of-factly from his passenger seat.

“Nahhhh bro! It's pronounced Reem.”

“Rem.”

“Reammmmmm…”

“EXCUSE ME!” The woman hollered, holding back a smile. “It’s Reme. For Remedios.”

The bus was silent aside from the soft music coming from Angelina’s playlist in the background. Nobody dared argue with her.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Just call me CJ.” She breathed out.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO REEM.” Ignacio laughed, narrowing his eyes at the tag yet still pronouncing it wrongly his way.

“Reme.” The correction came swift like a dagger but the woman’s smile hadn’t faltered. “Head on in. Drive down to the circle, parking is in the back…” She motioned down the road before leaning in and crossing her arms over the open window.

“Oh, and kids—” A smirk played on her lips, suddenly erasing her earlier serious demeanor. Maybe she saw something in us before?

“In case you need a guide…” In one smooth motion she slid a small flyer from her waist. Where the hell had she been keeping that? Were there more? I scooched in closer to try and catch a glimpse of her outfit.

A wink was all she gave us to finish that sentence. And something told me by the sparkle in Ignacio’s eye that we’d definitely be taking her up on that offer. Sketch adventure and all.

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I found the idea of teens being lil turds and not figuring out how to pronounce Reme's name very funny in my head 😅

Reme belongs to @clichejoe

Triplets belong to @artsynellyyy @cheesy-cryptid

#its reme guys #adults getting migraines from teens is a classic #but they're so cute idc #what sort of adventure guide would reme be #road trip drabble #encanto oc #encanto fic #encanto drabble

[heliads]

Happy 5K

Personalized drabble for loki plz

I’m a female Sagittarius , my mbti is intj, I have a high pain tolerance. I can actually sing really well but only when I’m alone. I never wanna drink alcohol in my life and I secretly despise it. I’m also an introvert. I’m also Latina and 4”11. I rarely get grossed out. I’m straight . I love horror and rarely get grossed out and I like cats more then people . I have autism. I love watching movies and playing genshin impact. I also like learning and reading . I know English, my Spanish is rusty and the basics of French.

understandable (also it's so cool that you know three languages! do you have recommendations for apps or websites for practice?)

Loki really doesn’t want to be here right now.

He usually likes the endless parade of parties and festivals, all the banquets that keep Asgard’s halls filled to the brim. Loki has certainly done his time in attending a great number of them, in walking in alongside Thor to the sounds of cheers and applause after yet another successful adventure in some world few have heard of and fewer still have seen.

Today, though, even the bright haze of a celebration can’t dull Loki’s sharp tastes enough for him to truly enjoy this. It all seems a little too much; the decorations just too gaudy, the shouts just too loud. Normally, Loki would take this as a sign that he needs to get offworld again, but he swears he came back just the other day from a similar trip.

Maybe it’s all catching up to him, this never ending cycle of battle and bacchanalia, skirmish and soiree. He needs to do something to clear his head, but at the moment, all that comes to mind is leaving. The night’s festivities have barely started, though, so all Loki can do is look longingly at the doors and imagine himself passing through them.

It appears he isn’t the only one missing the illusion of privacy, however. One glance over his shoulder and Loki spots another person hovering on the edges of this jolly function. On closer inspection, Loki realizes that he’s seen her before– Lady Y/N, the rare combination of a good fighter and an excellent scholar. She doesn’t back away from drawing blood nor learning languages, which means that she should have been on Loki’s radar far sooner.

She’s caught him looking by now, and to save face, Loki heads her way as if he’d been meaning to talk all along.

“Not one for the celebration?” He asks wryly.

Y/N shakes her head. “I’m not the right kind of person for it. I don’t drink, so that limits how much fun I could have here.”

Loki grimaces in understanding. “Yes, I’ve come to understand that the only way to appreciate the festivities is to kill enough of your brain cells through careful doses of mead. I can see why you’d be less inclined to follow that sort of pattern.”

“You seem less inclined as well,” Y/N comments, “Why’s that?”

“It doesn’t suit me as well,” Loki says simply, “I suppose I’m looking for a better way to spend my time.”

Y/N glances around them, then flashes Loki a sudden grin. “In that case, how about we find it together? I wouldn’t mind an escape.”

“Neither would I,” Loki declares impulsively, and that’s all it takes to convince the two of them to leave the festivities behind. Perhaps they’ll go looking in the library for some amusement, or wander the grounds outside the palace as the sun sets. Regardless, he’s suddenly sure that he wants nothing more than to be right here with her.

i hope you enjoy, thanks for taking part in my celebration!

#5k celebration #loki #marvel

[terrainofheartfelt]

it’s genuinely so funny to me that dan showing a video of a drunk blair singing bad karaoke at her birthday party is treated as a major moral transgression, when i’m pretty sure my friends would show off a video of me like that just for a laugh 😭 like idk, it doesn’t feel like… embarrassing embarrassing, at least not to me? i can’t even imagine what kind of weird uptight party guests she must have had to actually hold it against her!

ok I'm glad I'm not the only one lmao bc I am a confirmed blorbopologist that being said my friends and I do have a "no social media" policy so we don't post videos of us singing stupid things, but that's also because we talk a lot of shit about people we know at our parties...

yeah I've always saw as another case of Blair holding herself to a higher level of Decorum, so she doesn't give herself much space to be a goof -- especially when she's trying to project this "Powerful Woman" image of herself. so maybe most of the party found it kind of endearing, like, I bet Madeline Albright would have had a good laugh, and a fun memory of this girl who is very put together but also has the capacity to be Hilarious. Blair's mortification would be much greater than any partygoers distaste, I think, just because of the standard she holds herself to.

maybe it's because of this standard that Dan knows this particular prank will land. and I've said it before (but I'll say it again), this episode he was clearly acting out bc of his unprocessed anger, not only at Blair and Chuck for Jenny (which would have been enough #Jennydeservedbetter), but he's also projecting his anger @ Georgina on them, two more rich privileged upper east siders who don't care who they hurt or who they use. and the fact that they trivialize their breakup by flaunting this treaty in his face makes it hurt more. so yeah, maybe I just talked myself into understanding it. Blair is mortified because she's Blair, and Dan is mortified at himself after because he recognizes the anger for what it is and is therefore embarrassed. you know how when you're mad, and you have to yell about it, and then what's the anger's spent and you're quiet again and sitting in the after you're like "yikes. that sure was a feeling." -- it's that.

but let's be real, Blair is a silly, silly person. and we get these little doses of her whimsy sprinkled throughout the show, which to me are what make her a good character. if it was all "powerful woman" and the scheming and the backstabbing and even the constant loop of a power struggle between she and Serena, then I would probably hate her. And, I'll admit, when I first watched the show when I was 18, I did kind of hate Blair in season 1 bc, well, I had a lot of internal misogyny yet to be unpacked, and because Blair was still going on her journey.

But! she has whimsy! she loves to feed the ducks! she loves a bubble bath! she still has her cabbage patch doll from when she was little! she reenacted Girls Just Wanna Have Fun with her mom! she goes to karaoke and sings Tammy Wynette! she played The Evil Queen at a drama major cabaret and was a HAM at it! and - of course - thanksgiving flashback water fight my beloved! she's endearing!

so yeah, idk friend, the karaoke video leak is not that bad in my book. I just think it's funny.

#and - as on trend for another ask that I'm gonna try to answer on this lunch break #i think it would have been a neato opportunity for blair to learn to take herself less seriously #like. babe. you're 20. you deserve to get plastered and sing karaoke. it's fine to not network at your birthday party. #asks #anon #gg meta