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Some more art for the toonkind d&d game @that1nkyone and I ran, featuring our amazing cast of adorable characters.

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[peachesofteal]

Simple Math / Part One

Simple Math masterlist

Ghost/Soap/female reader 4k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: Medical inaccuracies, hospitals, medical procedures, medications, nurse!reader, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, Johnny is a flirt, Simon is a basketcase. You meet your new patient, and his ghost.

“Johnny.”

He blinks. 

There’s so much noise now, an overload of sensation ringing between his ears. Ripping and tearing, shouting, booming. The night lights with blue and green explosions, whistles of rockets singing through the sky. 

He blinks again. 

“Johnny, stay with me.” Simon’s calling to him, hands firm against his belly. “Eyes open, Sergeant.” There’s fear there, terror drenching each syllable. White-hot, mind-numbing pain radiates from where a palm presses against his wound, gaping hole torn through his stomach, river of blood spilling from his body. Pint by pint flows freely from him to the dirt. 

He’s never seen Simon like this before, the whites of his eye gleam like bone. Terrified. Frantic. 

It must be bad. He must be dying.

As he blinks, Simon slowly disappears, morphing into someone else, eyes and nose molding into another’s, Price’s face taking the place of his partner’s without preamble. Fire douses the air, red and purple explosions dancing above his head like a halo. Angelic light, falling from heaven to earth, just to take him away.  Fire and blood. Fitting end for a Catholic, he supposes.  Gaz yells something into a radio. A fruitless effort. 

“Si.” He tries to reach, tries to pull him close, but his arm is dead weight, along with the rest of him. “Ah love ye. Tell- tell her, Ah love-” 

“Stop.” The word is barked over another ricochet. “Lay still. You’ll tell him yourself.” 

“Simon.”

“No, Johnny. You don’t get to say goodbye. Not yet.” 

Hospitals are dreadful places.

For most people, hospitals hold the memories of the worst moments in their lives, loss of loved ones, loss of self, painful injuries, frightening medical procedures, or mistreatment by medical professionals. The sanitized, whitewashed walls and off-white linoleum even have a certain scent, a smell that people associate with fear, discomfort, pain. It's globally accepted that hospitals are not well liked. They're not popular or particularly enjoyable. No one wants to go to the hospital.

But to you, the hospital is everything.

It’s where you spend a large amount of your time awake, willingly choosing to be here over anywhere else. Picking up odd shifts on different units, offering to cover for coworkers, staying late or coming in early whenever it's needed. It's your place. Your only place. It's where you make connections, where you're good at something, where you can be seen but never noticed. It’s what you dedicate your life, your time to. It’s what you cling to. It’s where you find your own peace, your own solace. Where you can let go of everything at home and focus on what you’re good at, caring about your coworkers, honing your skills, taking care of your patients. It’s yours. A place where you’re sheltered, where you can be yourself and not have to look over your shoulder, or keep your voice down, or mince your words. Somewhere you know what to expect, where you can predict, most days, the outcome of most things. Where you can feel in control. Its consistent, solid. It’s your safety. Your sanctuary. Nothing can hurt you here.

It's everything to you.

The elevator dings, announcing its arrival, and you curl your hands around your coffee out of habit, warming your palms.

“Good morning?” The friendly face inside greets you, nodding towards your tall mug, steam wafting from the top, hot and fresh from the café. They're a rad tech, you're pretty sure. Day shift. Parker, maybe?  The elevator is always the same. Hellos, goodbyes, floor to floor. No one bemoans their outcomes or tallies their losses here. No one celebrates their successes or accomplishments either. It stays void, unfeeling, unknowing, except for the comings and goings. 

“Hey, yeah. Good morning. Good night?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” They agree, and you bounce on your toes, stretching the front of your new sneakers, trying to get the bridge across the tops of your feet to loosen a little.

“Have a good rest of your day.” You give them a smile, and then hop off, ready to start your morning, as most of this side of the hemisphere gets ready for bed.

“You too.”

“And room two sixty-eight is stable, sedated, for now, but he bottomed out less than hour ago, so keep a close eye. I haven’t had a chance to orient him either, so give it a go, if you can.” Mal taps her passcode into the tablet with one eye closed, spine slowly relaxing downward with exhaustion. “Thank you again. For covering. I wasn’t about to be stuck on another long swing because Alexis decided not to grace us with her presence.” She rolls her eyes, and you incline your head in response, shrugging her off. Mal saved your ass six ways to Sunday when you were a new nurse here, and you’d do just about anything for her, and coming in when your coworker decides she wants to be a slag doesn't even count, considering you prefer to be here anyway. 

Shift change bustles down and up the floor, night shift coming on, days and others leaving. You make polite small talk with everyone, since you don’t know them as well. It’s their Friday. Tomorrow is your Monday; you’re just picking up. Everyone is thrilled to have you though, including the charge nurse, and you allow yourself to sink into the ups and downs of their conversation, back and forth about weekend plans, their kids, their relationships, their issues. 

In a group like this, you're seen. Not noticed. 

Just the way you like it. 

“Oh!” Mal calls out, breezing by the pit with her bag slung over her shoulder, watered down iced coffee in her grip.

“Go home.” You chide, and she sucks in a breath before opening her mouth again.

“I am, but one last thing-“

“Malaya. I got it.”

“I know, I know but this isn’t in the chart. Two sixty-eight, he’s military. There are three others here with him, two kind lurking in the hallway, and his partner is in his room, refusing to go home. He’s…weird. Got special permissions to bypass visiting hours.” She raises an eyebrow. “But they’re all quite fit. Caused a bit of a… stir.” Great. The last thing you needed in the ICU is a stir of any kind. You needed it calm. Peaceful.

“Okay, got it. Thanks. Now shoo.”

You check your email, skimming with speed, skipping over anything HR related, starring skills updates to look back at later, and casually replying to a request for a float to the PACU another day this week- Hi! I’d love to pick up a few hours if I can arrange it. What time are you needing? Before moving onto checks for your patients (too many, if anyone asked your opinion- which they wouldn’t, because why would administration want to ask a nurse their opinion on anything, right?) ensuring that everyone is in good shape, stable, relaxed, resting, or even better, fully sedated. Two of your patients are on vents, and you check in with the RT on shift before heading down the hall to your last, first stop of the day.

Two sixty-eight.

Two men are slumped over and asleep in the hallway chairs outside the room, arms folded, thighs spread wide, chins tucked to chest. One of them younger, probably closer to your age, chiseled jawline akin to Adonis, the type of rich beauty that would make anyone do a double take, and an older, albeit not by much, muscled, broad chested man with a distinguished moustache curling above his lip, eyes hidden beneath the rim of a hat.

These must be the guys causing the stir.

You stop outside the slider of two sixty-eight, drawing a deep breath before knocking and then pulling the slider, fogged glass parting to reveal your patient asleep, sedated, in the bed, and his partner, a hulking mass who sits at attention by his side. He’s broad, clad in black sweats, heavy arms and straight back showcasing his size- massive. The sweatshirt hides definition but judging by the appearance of the two in the hallway and your patient, you’d guess this guy was just as fit. He looks uncomfortable, body too big for the chair, brow creased with worry overtop the black cloth mask that covers his nose and mouth.

There’s something, in his eyes. Something devastated. Something you’ve seen before, in people who sit vigil like this, preparing for the worst, praying for the best, and something else, something that you recognize, but rarely see inside these walls. Something dark and severe, foreboding, even with part of a handsome face peeking out over the mask. 

He's already half lost to his grief.

He could be a ghost.

“Hi.” You whisper your name with a small smile and point to your identification tag. “I’m the overnight nurse.” You imbue the words with sweetness, kindness, but he doesn’t respond, just traces you from head to toe and gives a perfunctory nod. It’s not abnormal for a patient’s loved ones to be less than warm, especially to the graves nurse, the one who ends up interrupting their sleep at odd hours of the night, the one who’s usually here when the worst happens. You never take it personally. You’ve sat in that chair before. You’ve known the pain of this heartache, the way their hearts are cleaving in two, one half desperate to stay beating, the other begging to be lowered in a grave alongside their loved one.

You give the silent man an opportunity to speak when you step up to your patient’s monitor, and then motion to the man in the bed.

“This is John? Mr. MacTavish?”

John MacTavish. 

You’ve already read his chart back to front, memorizing his labs, his last vitals check, going over the scope of his procedure from this afternoon, and the tentative plan for the morning.

He’s a mess. Collapsed lung, hemothorax. Broken ribs, internal bleeding. Perforated liver. Broken wrist. Lacerations all over his body. Third degree burn on the entirety of his lower right quadrant. Shattered femur. Fractured hip. Triaged and treated in the field with less than stellar medical care. Came off the medevac and went right into surgery that lasted nearly ten hours long.  

Lucky to be alive. 

“Johnny.” He corrects, his Manchester accent sharp, rough. You type it into the chart, making a note that Johnny is the preferred name, over John, and duck down to check the bag that’s attached to his foley catheter. The man across from you tenses but doesn’t say anything, tracking your every movement like he’s nervous you might harm your patient.

“I’m just going to check this dressing. I would prefer not to wake him, so I’ll be as gentle as I can, okay?” You explain, motioning to the wrapped portion of his body. He doesn’t respond, just sits still as stone as your fingers nimbly move his gown to survey the would and it's dressing before putting everything back in place. You’re quick once you’re satisfied that it looks okay, tucking the blanket back in around him, careful not to jostle where his leg is immobilized, wrapped in gauze and elevated. “I know this has probably been a very frightening and difficult time for you.” You tell the man in the chair with a whisper. “If you need anything, have any questions, concerns, I’m here. For both of you. I’ll be here at least four, five nights a week as long as he’s on this floor, so we’ll get to know one another.” When he still doesn’t say anything, you try to fight the awkward feeling that’s vibrating up your spine. Okay, he clearly doesn’t want to talk to you. That’s fine. 

Your patient groans. His partner startles, body jolting, and then he’s on his feet, leaning over the bed, eyes searching, anticipating. He looks so… unsure. Worry etches across his face as he waits, and his hand hovers without purpose above the bed, flailing in the air like he doesn’t know what to do.

You stand back for a moment. Your patient, Johnny, will mostly likely be lucid for the first time in who knows how long, and you’d like a chance to orient him, let him realize his partner is here with him, tell him he’s going back in for surgery in the morning, before giving him some more pain medication.

The monitor beeps, signaling an increase in his heart rate, respiration, spiraling upwards until-

“Johnny?” The question is hopeful, nervous, and your patient grunts, tongue darting out to lick his lips before they crack open.

“Simon.” The name is a whisper, heavy with relief, and you make a mental note. Johnny and Simon. Room two-sixty-eight. “Whit happened?”

“You’re in the hospital.” Simon explains, anxiously glancing at you. “Can I… can I touch him?”

“Of course. Carefully.” He lowers his face to Johnny’s so slowly, so gently your heart skip a beat, tapping their foreheads together cautiously.

"Yer here." Johnny whispers, the fingers in his good hand barely lifting, reaching out to try to touch Simon, even though his body won't cooperate. "Thought Ah dreamed ye." You can see it, the heavy burden of love that lays between them, the thing that's brought them to this point, the thing that shines in Johnny's eyes as he tries to drink in the frame of Simon's face, tracing his features over and over, painting a picture to take with him... wherever he goes. 

What is it like, to be loved like that? To be known like that? To be held in someone's heart, cherished and protected? 

You had no idea, but these two did. Just one look, and you knew these two had something people all over the world would kill for. 

“I'm here. I'm right here." Something wet and desperate is caught in Simon's throat, and Johnny’s lips tug into a weak smile before it fades away with a grimace, his partner straightening with a wide hand tight on the bed railing, knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip. 

“Hi.” You tell Johnny your name quickly, eager to get the less important stuff out of the way and start working towards getting him some relief. “I’m your overnight nurse. How’s your pain?” He frowns in consideration before groaning.

“’s alright.”

“Don’t be brave.” Simon says, and you nod in agreement.

“I’d like to get you some relief now so you can sleep, if we can.” Pain management can be a delicate conversation with patients, and you never truly know how they’re going to respond until you get to this point for the first time. You smile down at him, and he gives you one back, sleepy and sweet, bright blue eyes peeking out beneath drooping lids.

“Bad.” He croaks, and Simon glances at you in expectation. You nod to reassure him, reassure them both.

“Alright. Let’s get you something, yeah?” You log his vitals with a few taps on the tablet. The order’s already in the chart, and you ready the dosage, turning your back to give them some privacy.

“Where’s-“

“At the Price’s.” Simon murmurs, voice low, it’s deep rumble vibrating around the room.

“Ach.” Johnny groans something out, but it’s lost to his discomfort, and you wince in sympathy, wiping the hub of his port with an alcohol swab.

“Okay. So, this should go a long way with your pain.” you tell him, disconnecting his line to replace it with the flush. Simon tenses, again, practically flinching in the chair when you approach Johnny with the first syringe of saline. His eyes crease in concentration, watching your fingers, trying to keep up with your movements. “I’m flushing the line.” You explain gently. “Then I’ll push the medication, like this,” You’re quick with your hands, swapping the syringes and then slowing down to administer the medication at the correct push rate. Simon visibly relaxes, only a fraction, after the explanation, and once you’re done, you attach a new flush. “It’s saline. Compatible with the body, we use it to make sure that all the medication is moved through the tube.” He’s focused on your movements, and you reattach the fluids line before patting Johnny’s shoulder softly. “There, all done. He should be feeling much better here in a moment or two.”

“Cheers, bonnie.” Johnny slurs, and you huff a laugh.

“I’ll be back in a half hour for a vitals check, and then after than I’ll leave you be for a while. You do have another surgery scheduled for tomorrow morning, early-“ you glance at Simon, hoping that someone came by to already talk to him, and he nods. “So, I’ll see you before then too. I’m always a click away, if you need something.” You point to the button on the side of the bed. “If either of you need anything, I’m here. Okay?”

“Whit surgery?” Johnny grunts. Simon’s jaw flexes behind the mask, but he hesitates. It’s long enough that Johnny tries to rouse himself, and you rush to answer, to settle him.

“You have a broken hip, and your femur is shattered.” Nothing like ripping the band aid off. “Orthopedics will come by in the morning to talk about the plan, but they have to go back in to continue to work on the repair.” You don’t mention that his leg is still partially open, packed for reentry in six hours, that the damage to his lung and liver took priority when he came in, and by the end of that, the swelling in his leg was too severe to continue. You’re not the doctor, so it’s not your job to advise your patient or his family of his prognosis, really. You need to keep him calm, comfortable. Alive. Advocate for him, for both of them. That’s the job. Simon can tell him what he wishes, when he’s lucid.

Johnny’s lashes flutter, and he mumbles something, fingers curling in Simon’s grip. You take your cue, checking your watch. “I’ll let you get some rest.” You enter a quick vitals check, and then turn to leave.

“Thank you.” Simon murmurs to your back, and you pause half step, head turned over your shoulder.

“Of course.”

Six hours later, you’re slipping back into the room to say good morning to a groggy, but still somewhat alert patient.

“Good morning.” You whisper, and then frown a little at where Simon is still sitting in the same spot, upright with heavy eyelids and mussed hair peeking out from the black hood. He looks like he hasn’t slept for a single moment, blue black circles shining under his eyes, stiff and uncomfortable in the too small chair.

 Maybe we could get a recliner in here. 

A big recliner. 

“How’re we feeling this morning?”

“Alright.” Johnny grumbles.

“He’s in pain.” Simon snaps at you abruptly, insistent, and irritated, and your muscles tense instinctively before you forcibly relax them, un-bunching your shoulders from beneath your ears.

Deep breath. 

Simon’s head cocks, just slightly, and then his attention is back on Johnny, two hands cradling one another, fingers intertwined like they’re afraid to let go.

“Okay, let’s see if I can get you a little bit of medication.” You pull out your phone, flicking open your work app to message his doctor. “They’ll probably order a small dosage of dilaudid, have you ever had that before?”

“Na.”

“Might make you a bit loopy. I’ll have them give it to you when you get upstairs.” You glance at Simon. “Did you get down to the café, grab something for breakfast?” He shakes his head no, and you briefly considering encouraging him before realizing it will probably go over like a lead balloon. You smile at Johnny instead. “Your partner tells me you prefer to go by Johnny?”

“Does he?” He blinks, blue eyes alight behind sleepy lids, looking over to Simon like he’s caught a kid in a cookie jar. “Aye, ah jalouse ye kin ca' me Johnny, bonnie.”

“English, MacTavish.” Simon murmurs, stroking a soft semi-circle into his arm with his thumb.

“Ye can call me Johnny, pretty girl.” He speaks slowly, dragging his consonants and vowels until he gets to the last two words, an impish smile twisting his lips.

Pretty girl.

It’s suddenly incredibly warm in this room.

You roll your eyes on instinct as you’ve trained yourself to do whenever a patient lobs a compliment or a flirtatious quip at you, but it’s usually only ever old men. Or women.

Not beautiful, sculpted Scotsmen with sleepy smiles, stunning blue eyes, and mysteriously handsome, brooding partners.

You clear your throat, self-conscious, and startle just a bit when you hear the door opening, OR team sidling through to bring him upstairs.

“Alright, well. This team will take great care of you, and I’ll see you tonight when I’m back.” You pour positivity into your words, a practice you’ve maintained during your career, thinking good things for your patients, being positive for your patients. A good attitude can go a long way, especially for patients who may have a long road ahead of them, like Johnny.

Slipping out the door, you turn your head to where Simon listens to the surgeon intently, brows lowered, nodding occasionally, and splitting his attention between the (what you’re sure is) a one-sided conversation and where Johnny is half awake in bed, a nurse and two techs busy around him, prepping for the walk and elevator ride, their hands still clutched together. 

Johnny looks over, small sigh expanding across his chest, locking eyes with you for a moment. You freeze, taken aback by the clarity in his gaze, his face shifting from uncomfortable and pained into a small smile, lopsided and sweet.

You give him one back and disappear down the too-white corridor, new soles squeaking against the floor.

Badging out always twists your stomach with the same kind of dread. It's Tell-Tale Heart kind of dread, something that starts in your mind and spreads through your bones, a symptom of malignancy, sickness that ties you in knots, tips you over into dark waters with waves that break too close to the shore. It keeps you rolling your neck and shoulders over and over to release some of the tired tension that’s been building in your back, trying to relax and ease the anxiety that's building up inside you like a tea kettle.

You’re half sleepwalking, mind already wandering when your shoes squeak to a halt outside of two sixty-eight on your way to the elevator, in front of the door parted to reveal Simon sitting in the chair by Johnny’s empty bed, arms crossed, head tipped backwards.

Is he asleep? 

You purse your lips and tap against the glass with your knuckle.

“Hi.” You call to no response. Probably asleep. “Simon?” you whisper his name, and once he doesn’t respond, you turn the dimmer all the way down, satisfied that he’s getting some rest. You set your uneaten banana and protein bar on the little table by the bed before sneaking away, sliding the door shut with a satisfying click.

The weather this morning, this evening, is gorgeous. The sun is a golden orange orb peeking over the horizon, spraying a myriad of colors ranging from pinks to yellows across the rooftops of the city, dipping the morning commute in an effortless glow. It feels good on your face, the warmth, and you roll the long sleeve shirt that you wear under your scrubs up to your elbows to soak it in through your forearms too, stopping to stand still for a moment, for the first time in hours, in front of the back entrance to the hospital. 

In the sun, in the light, it's easy to close your eyes and pretend that you're something, somebody else. Easy to tilt your face to the light and let it wash over you, bathe you in fire, burn you clean like a witch on a pyre. 

Your watch beeps, dragging your focus to where it displays the time, a stark and devastating reminder that you have to get going, and you give the hospital one last look before beginning your trek to the train. 

See you tonight. 

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[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 6: Mark Me Down As Horny, Not Scared

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*GIF is not mine, I found it on Pinterest*

A/N: This is part two to the training exercise I set up last chapter. My apologies if the beginning seems a little stilted or a little off.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: violence, guns, 'hostage taking', swearing, paint grenades. As usual, let me know if I missed anything :)

Word Count: 2.8k

Masterlist >> Part 5 >> Part 7

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As she left the building to pick up her gear, Bear’s voice crackled through the radios of her teams. “Don’t be morons, have fun, and let’s show these pilots why we’re the best in the Navy. Red team ready?” 

“Copy. Red team 1 ready,” Flare replied. 

“Red team 2 ready.” Shrike rasped. 

“Blue team ready?” 

“Roger that. Blue team ready.” 

Rejoining her team outside, Bear tapped Bug on the shoulder, slipping into position near the back of the group, ready to follow. Every member of the team had slid their night vision goggles into place, giving them a way to sweep the building. 

Bug gave the order to breach and the doors on all four sides were yanked open, giving way to four teams of eight that entered silently. 

Approaching a hallway, Bug directed two to break off and search the room on the left. They did, and when finding nothing, stuck a flag to the door, marking that it was clear. Bear and Finch broke off to do the same to the right, Finch touching Bear’s shoulder to signal that she was behind the other woman. A quick sweep turned up nothing. “Clear,” Bear muttered just loud enough to be heard. A short nod, and the two marked it off, slipping further down the hallway. 

On the top floor, the pilots watched in fascination as Bear and her teams swept silently through the building marking off room after room. They watched as Bear and Finch left a room to reenter the hall down which Fireball and one of his team were sweeping. “Cross,” Bear called out, warning the others. Glances were exchanged, awe evident as they returned their focus to the projection on the wall. 

Bear was getting antsy, two of four floors left to sweep and no one had run into a member of the red team. The adrenaline was pumping, and when she slipped past Finch to enter what felt like the hundredth room, she caught a flurry of movement that had her firing two blue paintballs at the perpetrator. Mouse groaned, he’d taken one to the chest, the other to the helmet, effectively marking him as dead. “Red 12 down,” he spoke into his coms.

Stepping over him, Bear continued her search, finding no one else in the room. “One down,” she spoke over coms. “Heads up.” 

“Copy that Bear. Continue as planned,” Bug replied. 

Finch marked the door frame but gunfire made her whip back into the room. “Siege, siege. Floor three, room 6,” she called through coms. 

Bear flipped a table, pushing it close to the door, firing off a few shots before being forced to duck behind the makeshift barricade. Normally, she’d toss a flashbang or a grenade over the table, but this being a training exercise, all she was equipped with were a few large paintballs that exploded when thrown. “Get down!” she yelled to Finch, who hit the floor as Bear let the fake grenade fly. It crashed to the ground in the hall, splattering blue glow in the dark paint across the would-be attackers. 

“Reds 6, 13, 4, 19, 22, 5, and 16 down,” came the crackled reply over the radio. 

Stepping out from behind the table, Bear scanned the seven ‘attackers’, checking pulses. Finch provided cover as she did so, firing off a few shots down the hall, taking out another three with blue paint to the chest and helmets. 

“Reds 7, 1, and 26 down.” 

Standing up, Bear patted Finch on the shoulder, nodding her praise. The younger woman grinned and they swept back down the hall, continuing their search. 

“Holy fuck,” Fanboy said as he watched Bear move. “This is like watching superheroes.” 

Rooster nodded, forgetting that it was too dark for anyone to see him. “If this is what they’re like in training, I can see why the Seals are so fucking respected in the field.” 

“Shut up!” Flare yelled from the main room. She was having way too much fun playing the bad guy and sent one of her people to point their weapon into the nook, threatening them pilots just a smidge.

“Red team 2, locations,” Shrike spoke through the radio, letting crackles fill the air. Her people were spread throughout the fourth floor, numbers 17 through 32. 

“Southeast side, near room 4.” 

“Northwest, room 8.” 

A few more numbers were called out, as she stared at the layout in front of her, crossing off a few more numbers as the blue team advanced through the building. 

“Cross!” Bug called out, ducking out of a swept room, reuniting with Bear and Finch on the third floor. “Bug advancing to four. Fireball, Raptor, Daisy report.” 

“Daisy ascending to four.” 

“Fireball on four. Pinned down.” 

“Raptor approaching Fireball.” 

“Copy, continue.” Motioning for her team to continue, Bug led them up the stairs to the fourth floor, where they were immediately fired upon by Shrike’s team. “Shit. Bug requesting back up on Southeast stairs.” 

Bear and the others were taking turns firing shots out the open stairwell door. “Fuck,” Bear swore as a red paint ball zipped by her head, splattering against the wall behind her. “Cover, cover. Reloading.” 

“Covering.”

Bear reloaded her weapon, peeking out to fire again, this time taking out two advancing red team members. “Red 18 down.” 

“Red 20 down.” 

A flurry of blue paintballs came from the opposite direction. “Daisy incoming. Bug, take cover.”  

So they did. Daisy’s team swept through the attacking red team, taking out a large portion of the remaining forces. “All clear. Targets down.” 

Bug poked her head out, finding Daisy right by the open door. “Appreciate it.” 

“No worries. Let’s go. We have to be close.” 

The two teams swept the remainder of their half, taking out a few red team members along the way. The radio crackled to life. “Raptor approaching final room. No eyes yet on hostages.” 

“Copy. Bug and Daisy on the way.” 

Bug crept forwards, tapping Raptor on the shoulder, signaling her presence. “Sit rep?” The man and his team were around the corner from the door in question. 

“No eyes on hostages. Flare, Shrike, and what looks like five others are inside. Two by the door, one at the back of the room near a hole in the wall, and two on either side of the bosses,” Raptor reported, eyes flicking back to the monitor attached to the pin camera they had snuck under the door. 

“What’s the strategy, Bug?” Bear asked. This was the challenge. What tactic would work to get them in, take down the seven remaining ‘enemies’ and save the hostages? 

“Do we have any other points of entry?” 

“A small window at the far end of the room. Near bad guy number three,” one of Raptor’s people spoke up. “But whatever we do might also harm the hostages.” 

Bug pursed her lips. “Do we still have any flashbangs left?” 

“Negative,” Daisy replied. 

“I have smoke bombs left. No flashbangs though,” Finch said in a low tone. 

Bug nodded. “Finch, take a few to that window. Crack it open just enough to slip them in on my signal. We’ll take the door when you do.” 

Finch nodded, standing up and slipping away with a few others. Bug looked down at the monitor, guards were pacing and it looked like Flare was shouting about something. 

“Bear, I’m having you lead the entry. You,” she said, pointing at a member of Raptor’s team, “Are holding the ram.” 

“Copy.” 

“Move out.” 

Bear crept up to the door, taking her place on one side of it, while the others found their positions. She held up a closed fist, signaling them to hold their placement. Minutes later, they received the notice that Finch was in place and that the window was open, it was all up to Bug. 

A quick nod was all it took. “Breach,” Bear said. The door swung open as the smoke bombs were dropped, filling the room quickly. The blue team filed into the room, holding the guards at gunpoint. Some tried to fire off a shot but were splattered across the chest with bright blue paint. 

“Stay down!” Bug yelled, training her weapon on Flare, who slowly raised her hands. “Cuff her.” 

Bear hurried forwards, letting her weapon drop as she stepped in behind Flare, grabbing her raised hands and zip-tying them behind her back. She nodded to Bug, who passed Flare off to someone else. The red team was shuffled out of the room and into the hall, forced to their knees with weapons trained on them. 

“Hostages are through here,” Raptor called out. He stood next to the tiny room, having lifted his goggles to shine a flashlight in. “All 13 accounted for.” 

“See that they’re escorted out,” Bug ordered, stepping off to question the leaders of the red team. 

Bear had found the light switch. “Goggles off,” she called. “I found the lights.” Flipping them on, she walked back over to the wall. In a gentle tone, she told the Daggers “You guys are safe. They can’t hurt you anymore.” 

Remembering the role on his card, Maverick spoke up. “How do we know that you aren’t just more of them?” 

She nodded. “The people here are Navy Seals. We are American,” she answered calmly. 

Maverick feigned hesitancy, knowing that that was his cue to try and get up. “Okay.” 

“Okay, can I come in there and get you out?” 

He nodded in the bright beam of the flashlight. Bear stepped into the little hiding place, with one hand extended. She grasped his palm, helping him to his feet. “I have one coming out,” she called back to the people in the room. 

FAK dashed forwards, ready to help as if he were injured. “Is anyone hurt?” 

Bear repeated the question to the pilots still inside. They all shook their heads. “It doesn’t appear so. They just look shaken.” Her reactions were exactly as if she were in the field, calm, quiet, yet firm. 

Maverick was the first one out. His safe exit was the cue for Bob and Harvard to accept her help. They followed him out, hands being untied once in the main room. 

Phoenix and Rooster were playing siblings. She would only go if Rooster left, and he would only go if she left, making the pair of them the trickiest to extricate. With more room inside, Bear stepped all the way in, crouching by Phoenix. “Are you ready to come out of here?” 

“Not without my brother.” 

“Okay. Who’s your brother?” 

Phoenix pointed at Rooster, who was peeking out the opening into the main room. “Alright, we’ll get you both out. Okay?” 

Bear motioned for Daisy to approach. “I need help with siblings. They won’t go without each other.” 

Daisy nodded. She slowly approached Rooster, crouching to his level, but backed off quickly when his eyes widened at her approach. “Raptor, swap out.” 

“Coming.” Raptor took Daisy’s spot, and slowly coaxed Rooster out. Seeing him leave, Phoenix stood and made her way out. 

One by one, the pilots slowly left until it was just Hangman. Everyone else had broken from their roles and were chatting amongst themselves, leaving him and Bear in the tiny room. He wasn’t to leave unless proof was given, and the minimal proof that had been offered wasn’t enough to get him to leave. 

Bear crouched down next to him. She spoke softly, but firmly, motioning to the dark coloured American flag on the shoulder of her uniform. He nodded once, joints popping as she helped him up and out of the room. “That’s all of them. Exercise over. I repeat, exercise over.” 

Whoops and hollers broke out from the pilots. “Holy fuck!” Coyote cried. “That was so badass! You were all like…” he trailed off, ducking and dodging through invisible enemies, making Bear and the others laugh. 

“Come on. Let’s get out of the uniforms, and clean up so we can get to bed. We’ll debrief tomorrow,” Bear said loudly. “Great job everyone.” 

Everyone filed out of the room talking loudly. Bear brought up the rear, flipping the lights off and shutting the door as she walked back through the halls. “Teddy.” 

“Hangman.” 

“That was awesome,” Jake said lowly. “Like, I never doubted you, but you were incredible.” 

She grinned up at him. “Thanks. I’m glad you guys had some fun.” She unclipped her helmet, tucking it under her arm. 

Jake nodded, scratching the back of his neck. His mouth opened to say something, but he shut it in favor of staying quiet. 

“Did you have a question?” Bear asked, looking over at the man next to her. “Because if you do, I’d be happy to answer it.” 

Jake pinked a little. “Umm yeah actually.” He paused, trying to find the right words. “You and the others used ‘cross’ a lot. What does that mean?” 

She grinned. “Oh that? It’s a warning to others on our team that we’re coming through a door or around a corner so we don’t get shot. It gets used a lot,” Bear explained gently. She let him walk in front of her, stopping to close a door and then continued “I’m not sure if it transfers into pilot shit, but that’s what we use it for.” 

He nodded, staying unusually quiet. “I see. Okay. Thanks.” He had admired her before, but now, after this display of skill, Jake was very unsure of how to describe his feelings towards her. Bear was incredible. Her knowledge and skill made her far more dangerous than he’d originally thought and now, here he was, falling head over heels for her. 

“Are you okay?” Bear asked, breaking through his thoughts. He had gone very quiet all of a sudden and it concerned her. In fact, since the exercise had ended, Jake wasn’t acting like himself. “I’d hate to think I scared you that easily.” 

“You didn’t scare me,” Jake replied. His eyes fell on the large blue paint splatter in the ground and he grinned as he stepped around it. “It’s just, that whole thing,” he made a fluttering gesture with his hands around the space. “Was extremely hot and I’m seriously questioning myself.” 

Bear blinked in surprise. “Oh,” she said softly. “Wait, what? You did?” 

He groaned. “Yes, I did. Like I thought you were attractive before. Don’t give me that look, I know you caught me looking at least twice. But now, like I actually saw what it is you can do, and I’m not sure if it is the skill I find hot as fuck, or you,” Jake told her, risking a sideways glance at her. She looked stunned. 

Bear met his gaze, biting at her lip as she tried to think of something to say to that. “Well, um. Shit. Okay, umm what do I say to that?” Hearing verbal confirmation made her heart sing and she knew that she was bright red. 

“Maybe, ‘I think you’re hot too, Jake. I’ve always thought you were sexy as hell and now I just want to jump you.’ How’s that?” 

She laughed, shaking her head at his antics. “You are ridiculous.” 

“And you are ridiculously hot as fuck.” 

Under his compliments, Bear’s face somehow got redder and she ducked her head to avoid his gaze. “If you still feel that way in a few weeks, well, I’m sure we can find some arrangement that works,” was all she could think of to say. 

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Jake said, his voice low in her ear. It sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire in her lower stomach. “In fact, I think you will seek me out before I do.” 

Willing some of her blush away, Bear just looked at him and winked. “We’ll see about that, Jake. We will see,” she purred in response. She heard him stop in his tracks behind her but Bear kept walking, leaving him standing stunned behind her. Where she found the confidence, she had no idea, but it kept her walking forwards, not risking a glance behind her. 

“Fucking Christ woman,” Jake muttered. The purr to her tone sent the blood rushing from his head and he knew that the smug look on her face, combined with the sight of her ass in the tac pants and her purring tone would definitely fuel his dreams of her. And crude as it sounded, he knew that he’d have something better than any dirty photo or porn to jerk off to. “I might be in over my head.” 

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A/N: Kisses to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for taking a read through and being my biggest cheerleaders!

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[girls-in-bikiniiss]

D o t

Alastor x OC

You hummed along to the easy listening station you had playing on the radio while you wrote in your journal as the evening wound down.

You loved the static sounds that accompanied the music as it swelled through the bell of your gramophone.

You had died fairly young, but you had been raised by your grandparents (may they rest in peace) who had live through the Great Depression. You were certain your grandparents ended in Heaven, the two graciously welcoming you in when your parents abandoned you. You were certain you'd come across your parents here in Hell, but that day hadn't come yet. Nonetheless, you had acquired you grandparent's antique taste.

"And that was Henry Hall and His Orchestra - Hush Hush Hush Here Comes the Bogey Man"

You heard the Radio Demon was back after a seven year disappearance, and bought the gramophone soon after he began his broadcast. You found yourself listening more and more. Something that first became sentimental quickly became an everyday habit. You respected him, especially after his broadcasting battle against Vox. You were never a fan of the Vee's in Pride Ring, but it was hard not to come across them. Their turf had expanded tenfold due to the last extermination. You lived in a border area, but it bordered the Vee's District and has started to be swallowed into the new territory.

"This next song has a similar sound, this is Flanagan & Allen's Run, Rabbit, Run!'"

You let your mind wander as the pen glided across the paper. You began to wonder what he was like, the Radio Demon. He was an Overlord, and yet, you felt like you knew him just by how often you heard his voice on the air.

"And now, a word from the Sponsors, 'Hazbin Hotel, a haven for has-beens like yourselves. Stop here to save a sinner!' 'Looking for something to eat? Stop by Rosie's Emporium, the food is To Die For.' Now, back to our regular schedule."

Who said he didn't have a sense of humor? You mused as you recognized the next song, Jambalaya by Fats Domino.

***

Sitting behind his sound board, the antlered demon checked his ratings, an old sonar looking machine that showed dots on the areas of active listeners. He noticed one dot that's been on the monitor for days now,

'An avid listener!'

His Cheshire smile grew.

He grew a habit, of checking that one spot on the monitor. It beamed, unwavering, even throughout the night.

The radio demon grew fond of this dot. How funny, he mused. You stuck with him through days of happiness, and days of strife. Your dot became his favorite to see. Consistent. Familiar.

Until it was gone.

Alastor felt his smile dull a bit, recognizing a sense of saddness when he first became aware of the absence. At first the thought it was a glitch. After he tapped the monitor, he came to accept his most reliable dot had vanished. He wondered what happened to the listener behind the dot.

'Maybe they got bored listening. Maybe they died. Maybe their radio busted from all of their listening and they're getting it replaced.'

He never stopped looking for the dot.

Until one day he noticed a new dot.

'Could it be?'

The new dot he noticed was just like the last, and unlike the others. While there was nothing visibly different than the other dots, this one stayed on the monitor like his dot. The one located in the Vee's District. But it wasn't in the Vee's district. it was closer.

'Did they move? Is my listener alive out there?' He hoped as he played more lively songs. The more he saw the dot move closer, the more happy he became. So much so it had become visibly noticed by his comrades at the Hotel.

"Hey, You's ever see Red smile like that?"

"What do you mean? he's always smiling."

"Nah, nah, theres sumthin diff'rent 'bout'm. He's genuinely happier."

***

You moved closer and closer to the hotel as you could. This could be your shot at seeing your grandparents again. You couldn't pass it up. Each time you managed to grab a room at a cheap motel, you listened to your radio.

You noticed the Radio Demon's music taste had jumped from easy listening to more bouncy and lively music. Currently, Feeling Happy by Big Joe Turner was playing, next you had heard his song "Hide and seek".

It felt like the closer you got the hotel, the more exciting the music was getting.

'No, that's just you. You're making yourself excited by thinking of seeing your grandparents.'

After a few months trekking to the Hotel, you made it. You were greeted by the Princess herself. The other staff seemed either too bored to introduce themselves, or too excited, like Nifty.

"Well, here's your room! I'll let you get set up!"

"Thanks, Charlie. I really appreciate it. I can't wait to get started."

You happily set up your radio, turning it on while you situated the rest of your belongings.

On the other side of the hotel, high in his tower, The Radio Demon noticed a new dot, coming right from the hotel. He took shadow form to teleport to the lobby.

"Charlie, did we get a new resident?"

The demon didnt even give her a chance to speak, her eyes gleamed as her answer.

Static came from his radioed smile, an electric buzz of excitement.

As he searched the hotel in his shadow form, he neared the room with the radio playing music from the record he left on. He could hear a voice humming along to the music. He fixed himself to look presentable, smile widening (You're never fully dressed without a smile, some may say), and knocked on the door.

With the sound of shuffling, the door swung open and a short figure met his chest. He looked down, finally seeing the face of his avid listener. He felt the satisfaction one does when the hunter finally finds his prey.

"Hello, Dot."

#alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #radiodemon #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #youtube playlist

[mysticcabinboy]

Shitposting on comms

[Got a job for you 621, this one comes from Carla at RaD.] I have an interesting plan tourist. Were going to go into the Balam Redgun radio chatter and have a little fun. 10k for every minute you successfully troll them. Do whatever you like, make a little noise and give me a little distraction while I hack their database.

Red vignette fades in. Ayre: Hmm… this is a strange request. Im not sure what you will be able to do on your own, however… some things in your files that might help you out… maybe we can use them?

Meanwhile in the redgun comms Alright everyone, shape up and listen! Todays gonna be one hell of a job for everyone involved and it aint gonna let up anytime soon. Arquebus pulled a fast one on us before but were sure as hell gonna get them back by getting one step - Carameldansen 200% bass boosted starts playing in the background. What the- who the hell- GET THAT NOISE OUT OF MY HEAD! Iguasu you couldnt handle a bug in your ear! I think i know whats going on- Lemmie get a hold of someone.

[Getting a message from the Redguns 621.] This is G1 Michigan! I personally make a request for you to cease this comms disturbance immediately! I would normally not tolerate this kind of behavior from my own squad, but I think we can make a better deal. How about this? 3 times what youre getting to mess around with the Vespers instead! What do ya say G13?

[Well, thats certainly an interesting proposition, up to you 621.]

Vesper Comms:

V.IV, your job is to go down into the survey area and hunt down a rogue mercenary-

Step! starts to fade in slowly, before getting bassboosted.

I didnt know you had such good taste, buddy. How about i join in?

Fortunate Son starts to play at max volume.

BOTH OF YOU MUTTS CEASE THIS MADNESS THIS INSTANT!

Looks like the party started without me, im done with my work Tourist. But id be remissed if i didnt join in on the fun.

Cowboy bebop opening starts blaring max volume.

Hey there ya snotty cheatin bastard. You won the war but i got this sick ass solo.

Michigan starts playing the free bird solo himself.

[This is a mess... let me know when youre done 621, keep in mind theres still a job to do.]

#shitpost #armored core 6 #something that i thought was funny and put way too much time into

[that1nkyone]

New Ability Unlocked!

Some sleepover shenanigans from the game 'A Good Night's Quest!' Featuring Tally and Rad the Red Radio.

Just because you're made of fire doesn't mean you can't have a fun time with your friends. : )

Tally Valentino Mark played by @artist-of-obsessions

Rad the Red Radio played by @fablegate

#don't worry C0-D3's having a good time too it's just Loud #Toonkind DnD #1nky Art

[dorakoryusei]

📢 your boyfriend, gayass

Ah, Archer .. my sweet Archer.

Archer and I had a rocky start, if you couldn't guess. I was his probation officer.. which is a rad awkward to think about, haha. We first officially met in the Goldenrod prison, where he was caught after the Radio tower incident. He was so .. despondent, for a while. It hurts my heart now.

But anyhow .. its the love of my life, and I hope it stays that way. I love to run my hands in his short buzz cut .. it's such a nice feeling. His favorite food is yakitori .. it's so simple, isn't it? It also has an interest in Unovan food! His favorite fruit is a Watamel .. so expensive, but I buy them every time they're in season.

Archer dresses in white or black - never in grey, and never anything in color. It looks so pretty in red, though. It makes sure to polish its shoes every morning, and he refuses to shower alone. I don't mind. His tattoos are absolutely beautiful, even with the R on his shoulder. He .. ah, I've said so much.

#rotomblr #lance posts #asks #yailea

[vinylstitch]

redoing our pinned lul

Frequent Posters + their tags under the cut!

NEON / Archie —he/they/it/zip/beep/bop— tags posts with #neon lights of the city 🚫

JETSETFUTURE —he/she/red/rad/ech/bam/hel/blo/nor/fag— tags posts with #balls deep in a code red mountain dew can 💢

Shady / Darnell —He/They + Make up neos if you’re sexy like that— tags posts with #wake up smell the coffee 🌃

Kitty —he/it/purr/mew/nya/kiss/lo/bow— tags posts with #pspsp here kitty kitty 🎀 ( ⚠️ NSFW POST WARNING ⚠️ — mostly mogai after dark terms, nothing too heavily nsfw )

Tough —he/they/to/tis— tags posts with #tough and tumblr ✖️

Prometheus —he/flame/ash/gas/hit + arson related neos— tags posts with #aw…scared of fire? 🔥

ANNIE! —FIZZ/LEV/BUB/ZHE/SHE/BITE/BUG/RED/X3– tags posts with #TAKE A SWIG OF THIS! 👾

Kandi —she/any except he ( we’ve gotta be friends for that! :3 )— tags posts with #what are we having for dinner? kandi of course! 🍬

Two-Bit —he/sweet/she/shi/de/ser/fizz/hit/ACAB— tags posts with #shoot stars not guns🪙

Tomfoolery —he/it/ix/thon/dei/exp/mat/shey/ki/fag— tags posts with #up to some antics 🧨

Lavender —he/dye/spar/high/blitz/bang + she with trusted ppl— tags posts with #​u hate it when girls have guns dont u? 🎤

Cyclops —he/him— tags posts with #i’ve got my eye on you 🥨

Julian —he/they/fu/kitty— tags posts with #tales from the underground 🎮

Selever —de/bat/ev/it/he/dae/ve/lo— tags posts with #love casanova 🦇

Gold —He/They— tags posts with #A shimmer from the shadows 🌇

DJX —He/She/It/X/Any— tags posts with #brought to you by sick beatz radio 💿

Cyrix —it/he/co/fi/byte— tags posts with #welcome to the next level! 💚

Lewis —he/him— tags posts with #the taxidermy of lew and me 🕯️

Sonia — Sie/She/They/Vai — tags posts with #From the royal court of Princess Zelda 📚

Hazard --he/tox-- tags posts with #<CAUTION> watch your step ⚠

#neon lights of the city 🚫 #balls deep in a code red mountain dew can 💢 #wake up smell the coffee 🌃 #pspsp here kitty kitty 🎀 #tough and tumblr ✖️ #TAKE A SWIG OF THIS! 👾 #what are we having for dinner? kandi of course! 🍬 #shoot stars not guns 🪙 #aw…scared of fire? 🔥 #up to some antics 🧨 #u hate it when girls have guns dont u? 🎤 #i’ve got my eye on you 🥨 #tales from the underground 🎮 #love casanova 🦇 #a shimmer from the shadows 🌇 #brought to you by sick beatz radio 💿 #welcome to the next level! 💚 #the taxidermy of lew and me 🕯️ #From the royal court of Princess Zelda 📚 #<CAUTION> watch your step ⚠

[twopoppies]

sooo as you may know in Mexico some cinemas, radio stations are doing a lot of giveaways and contests to win the chance to be at the red carpet and premiere for AOTV. the thing is ive seen a lot of shitty people winning those things, I know stuff like this happens all the time but I got to my limit when I saw that for the contest that the biggest Louis' fanpage of the country one of the winners is a freaking rad louie, and to make it worse she didn't even completely followed the requirements for that contest, and there's a high chance that these people won't do anything about it

I'm so done with this

I’m so sorry, sweetheart. It happens all the time, unfortunately. Stalkers and people with large social media followings (even if they’re nasty people) always seem to find their way to special events for both Louis and Harry. I know its just business, but it seems very unfair to real fans.

#aotv mexico

[introject-resources]

pronoun set for dj met from the okegom series! req by anon! with themes of red, violet, loudness, and maybe some themes of radios? hopefully this helps!

(red theme)

red/reds/redself

crim/crimson/crims/crimsons/crimsonself

ro/rose/ros/roses/roseself

rose/roses/roseself

apple/apples/appleself

aub/auburn/aubs/auburns/auburnself

burg/burgundy/burgs/burgundys/burgundyself

staw/strawberry/straws/strawberrys/strawberryself

scar/scarlet/scars/scarlets/scarletself

ruby/rubys/rubyself

poppy/poppys/poppyself

garnet/garnets/garnetself

fire/fires/fireself

flame/flames/flameself

📌/📌s/📌self

📍/📍s/📍self

🌹/🌹s/🌹self

💥/💥s/💥self

🎈/🎈s/🎈self

🍒/🍒s/🍒self

🍓/🍓s/🍓self

🚨/🚨s/🚨self

🍎/🍎s/🍎self

🧨/🧨s/🧨self

☎️/☎️s/☎️self

🌶️/🌶️s/🌶️self

🐞/🐞s/🐞self

💢/💢s/💢self

🍄/🍄s/🍄self

(violet theme)

purp/purple/purps/purples/purpleself

vilet/violets/violetself

orch/orchid/orchs/orchids/orchidself

lilac/lilacs/lilacself

lav/lavender/lavs/lavenders/lavanderself

🍆/🍆s/🍆self

🔮/🔮s/🔮self

👾/👾s/👾self

🍇/🍇s/🍇self

☂️/☂️s/☂️self

☔/☔s/☔self

🌂/🌂s/🌂self

(loud theme)

loud/louds/loudself

yell/yells/yellself

scream/screams/screamself

shout/shout/shoutself

boom/booms/boomself

bang/bangs/bangself

ex/explosion/exs/explosions/explosionself

🗣️/🗣️s/🗣️self

🔊/🔊s/🔊self

(radio theme)

rad/radio/rads/radios/radioself

broad/broadcast/broads/broadcasts/broadcastself

rec/record/recs/records/recordself

call/calls/callself

📻/📻s/📻self

🎙️/🎙️s/🎙️self

🔘/🔘s/🔘self

📡/📡s/📡self

hoping these are enough because i was kinda struggling to come up with some

DNI : endos, maps/zoos, anti-kin, anti-mogai, radfem, transmeds, basic dni criteria

#💭 #pronoun list #neopronouns #pronouns #system #irl #kin #kinnie #fictive #introject #endos dni

[saruvanthewhite]

I was working. I’m always working. But a small parting of seas happened in a glimpse of a wayward daydream. During an uncharacteristically calm moment amidst a storm of radio calls, planned tasks sensitive to time of day, mandated breaks, checking boxes…I saw it. A dark colored skoolie in the guest lot.

I was looking at the doors & how they went through their duty to ingress/egress, but I digress. Through the panes I could make out the driver’s side cab enough to see it was a GM of late mode. ‘Good stuff. Gotta ask. Wonder where the owner is? Hope they’re stocking up here.’

It’s shameful to admit, I scanned the self-checkout line to look for someone who ‘looked vanlife’. Imagine that. Guilt overcame me briefly as I realized I typed someone because of an assumption people make of me. I had scanned people’s faces to see if they looked, well, like me. Im you’re regular ogre type with glasses. Only very basically trimmed but well brushed bushy beard, well-worn hands & clothes worn for their style as much as purpose & suited to both. So on & so on. No frills.

Didn’t matter who, I wanted to ask them how they scored such a rad skoolie. (In the end they said it was a govt auction thing.) I need to save some little that I can. Awfully tempting to save & haunt those websites. Now that I’ve essentially skipped to the end in the interest of pragmatism; Those reading this so minded want to know my original point & get on with it. That’s it for the most readers. Five K, roundabouts give or take. Good stuff. Well maintained.

Onward. How I got there was in going back to lusting for this awesome shorty skoolie cab chassis. I simply decided the door needed more inspection so headed toward the lot with the full intention of taking a look when…a person beat me to it.

She fitted keys & got in. Oh ʇıɥs oh ʇıɥs oh ʇıɥs. She’s going to go before I can ask. ‘Gotta know how to score a rig like that! Need to know more!-poor old Saruvan is shuddering a lot more these days. “Fingers crossed buddy!” Yeah, fingers crossed I can scrounge enough to afford something before…’ went the dour diatribe in my head. I stared to think ‘If the captain of that rig is like this one, she’s in her log, punching in data or setting things in shape for shifting; At my usual inspection pace I can stride there in no time.’ Trying to be as visible as possible in my all black attire, I approached confirming it was an awesome late GM cab chassis, painted dark over the signature yellow of an all too familiar previous life; Drivers side front. Cool rig. Dually, full floaters, gotta be, what? I didn’t know. “Hi.” She looked at me & immediately rolled down her window. ‘Hi!’, came the reply.

Here’s where things got a little fuzzy. Not unclear.

{Some readers (curious & dedicated at this point) will have noticed I have not described too much in color. Though I am capable of seeing it, for whatever reason, I am unable to remember what I’ve seen specifically. If it’s short term, everything is light or dark; Greyscale. It’s a design school thing & I am incapable of shaking it. Long term, fine. I dated a girl with a blue car once. Another had a red one. So what. Short term is ʇıɥs.}

That explains the colors thing. I cannot for the life of me remember what it was painted, other than it was hand-done, brushed & rolled, the same bubble wrap food delivery bag type material lining the large windows of its former life…& it was beautiful. It was just like mine but.SKOOLIE! Former fleet maintenance multi-person non-medical transport albeit more specific to one duty; Just like mine but dually. Cool! Later cooler. Found out diesel. But I digress.

What was specifically said is lost to me. Short term strikes again. Or something else. I dunno.

She smiled. We saw equals of some sort or other. Commonly unspoken. It was spookily deep in a moment before actual data made it from brain to mouth enough to muster something endlessly breathed to the effect of how to go about acquiring a solid rig like this & how much one would expect to find on for like these & on before giving up from breathlessly realizing

She was beautiful.

Not the truck, this time.

No no no no no no no no.

She told me. Details like I shared earlier I DO remember. I AM interested in finding a suitable successor to be my Vandalf once Saruvan is sent to live in the void with Melkorvair, & Fordgoth. {Sorry. My daydream took over.} But it’s like that stuff was put into long term memory right ƃuıʞɔnɟ away because, relevant to all the goddamn steps I am justifying I took to get to that spot, right goddamn then…Brain went two ways. Left side recorded details; Government auction. 3-6k. Good stuff. Paraphrased & summed.

Basic details acquired. Logged.

Now it gets out of order because:

—I swore I’d never say this but this space is semi anonymous, sort of—

I didn’t care so much about the truck or inspections much at that point. In the span of a breath so short you took it reading the paragraph break, I realized she was beautiful. She was like me. I saw experience. Road wisdom in her eyes. Someone who had seen miles unmoored but not adrift. Purposeful, fiercely confident, relentlessly peaceful like a person might imagine a vanlifer looking & (here’s where I almost forgot the purpose of my trek out into a sunny lot where I’d not otherwise rather be), unlike what I see when I barely keep my beard trimmed in my side view, she was road wise & in her wisdom she was majestically beautiful! Captain of a magnificent vessel of great worth & strength! I don’t remember details. Goddamnit

I remember she was beautiful. Brain stopped recording!

I snapped back into reality!

Turned to leave back to work.

Then I confidently said, “Thanks, good bye!” smiled back & flashed a 🤙. She started it. A diesel! 🤘 was more the thing now. I honestly can’t remember as that part of my critical brain function was regaining primary power.

All I know is I took a few steps toward my building & turned around. She returned over her shoulder. Another smile. Can’t remember if I reflected hers or hers, mine. Whatevs. Work just called on the radio.

Shit.

A tug, this time, pulled me back to business.

I heard somewhere about how a fish is harder to catch a second time once it’s been caught (or rather chanced upon, in this case) & released. I am deliberately skipping the next obvious analogy of ships or some other that’s already been implied.

I’m out here. Anchored. You know where, Captain. Perhaps next time, Philz? The truck has to have a story. I am regretful to have not had the presence of mind to behave more like a sentient being & less like an information seeker from the business trying to get at a vanlifer for being on the property. I hope I didn’t spook you. I always get nervous when name tags on uniforms, no matter how utilitarian, approach me. Especially if they’re wearing boots. I start preparing to shift stuff like I know someone’s is asking me to leave before they do. I sincerely hope that wasn’t a first thought. I’m self conscious that way.

Perhaps another time less hectic, cold brew coffee in Pacifica? I’m sorry I didn’t make more time, but you were off. Safe travels.

“Den ständiga resan, til nästa höst.”

#vanlife #peace #coffee #chance #all too brief #shared experiences #glance back #beauty #natural beauty #moment in time #runnon waking dream #captain #on the road #off the road #camper #rvadventures #rvlife #i can’t say it #i won’t say it

[billys-princess1986]

Round and Round

Chapter 4

Billy Pov

I dropped max off at the arcade, Her dork friends were probably already there, She better not forget that I'm picking her up at four, It takes about 30 minutes to get here from school, I'm almost home now thank god Susan and Neil aren't here I can't stand my dad I rolled my eyes shit its almost two I parked my car and ran inside, I put on my favorite shirt (The red one of course), I fixed my hair I put so much shit in it it looked like I just got out of the shower I smirked at myself, I sprayed Farrah Fawcett spray, It smells nice and it attracts all the girls I laugh to myself.

Lauren Pov

Its three thirty I sigh, I go up to my room to get ready, I put on a ripped pair of mom jeans, and a Def Leopard tee shirt, I don't know what to expect, Hell I don't even know who wrote me the note in the first place I rolled my eyes, I put my black beat up converse on, my mom was at work so she wouldn't give me a lecture she wont be back till eight, my curfew is be back before the lights come on that usually means before six, I slam the front door okay Carrie lets go, radio blaring Poison, It took me five minutes to find the house, I live two houses down from here, I park in front of the house I feel like I've seen that car before, as I scan the License plate as I get out of my car, I hear a voice from the house say ain't you a sight for sore eyes, I look up to see the new asshole Billy, Well if it isn't Big Bad Billy I smirked, well that's new he chuckled, Don't push it I smiled, Listen I'm not going to do anything to you, I just wanted someone who I could trust to tell me about this shitty place he chuckled, Well I'm glad you feel like you can trust me and your right this place is a shithole there's really nothing to do besides go to the arcade, and the diner but I've heard that there going to build a big mall close to the arcade, wow I haven't been in a mall since California god I miss it He sighed, so why did you leave I said curiously, Oh babe I'll tell you later its a long story He brushed my question off, Do you want to come Inside he asked, sure I smiled, we walk inside his house so enough talk about me tell me about your self he looked at me, well my name is Lauren Nicole Smith, I'm almost 18 years old, I moved here when I was a freshman, I live with my mom I only see here before school because of her busy work schedule, I never knew my dad I sigh.

Billy Pov

You have a pretty name Lauren, I wish I would have never met my dad I looked down, that bad huh she look at me, he hits me I don't know why but I think its trauma from war I sigh that's probably why my mom left, I'm sorry she said still looking at me, would you like anything to drink I asked her trying to change the subject, Oh nothing I'm okay she said Do you want to go grab a bite before I go pick up max I ran a hand through my hair trying to calm my nerves, Well The Bad Boy wants a date with little old me she smirked, God she's so sexy as hell, I snapped back to reality, well I didn't think of it as a date that's totally rad with me I smirked, I would love to but I don't think I'm dressed properly she grinned, I think you look great I smiled at her she blushed, I'm gonna go change my shirt I'll be back in a second I changed my shirt to a plain black shirt and my Denim jacket, ready to go princess I smirked at her, ready babe she smiled damn already calling me babe I chuckled

Lauren Pov

Damn He's so hot, I'm going to try and not get attached(oh honey you will)I rolled my eyes at my thoughts, we got into his car, Billy were not together you can stop now I said sternly,( she would soon regret saying that), Maybe one day he said lowly, I felt Butterfly's music was blaring, I couldn't hear what he said for sure, he turned the music down so we could talk, Lauren I just want you to know I think your Pretty he held my hand, Feelings mutual I chuckled, He sped the rest of the way to Dee's Diner, we finally arrived in one piece, This is the best place to eat I go here a lot with my friends, yeah me and my rowdy no good friends come here sometimes he looked away, Hey its okay I moved his chin to look at me, He looked at me and smirked, I promise I wont be like them when I'm with you he responded, You better not I said to him sternly, we got out of his car, and went inside we sat at a booth in the corner, I've never took someone out on a date before he admitted, First times for everything I chuckled, We both got burgers nothing too fancy, I think your beautiful Lauren he smiled, God you love to flirt but thank you I laugh, oh your so welcome He smirked, Oh god I've flared your ego I sigh, Sorry I can't help myself he laughed, He looked at the clock on the wall, Oh shit its 3:30, I'll never be able to make it to the arcade He said in frustration, I know a shortcut Baby if you let me drive your car I smirked, Damn it just don't wreak her he handed me his keys, I'll go pay I'll meet you outside He smiled, I went outside god he's probably flirting with the cashier I rolled my eyes, He finally came out God were you sucking her face off I said annoyed, No I wasn't that's very trashy he laughed, He shut the door, I squalled tires going out of Dee's parking lot, Damn baby are we running from the police or something He grinned, You wanted to get there fast I said still pissed off *Five Minutes Later* were here I honked the horn to let max know were here, It took a few minutes for her to come out, Sorry I'm late she said confused, Dads going to be on my ass if we are late hurry up next time Billy rolled his eyes, He got out so she could get in the back, so your the girl I seen this morning your name is Lauren right she asked, Yep that's me I smiled, Back to you house babe I asked Billy I could see him smirking, Right on Babe He replied, Are you together Max suggested No were not together I just like to tease him but He does have a crush on me don't you Billy I smiled, He must like you a lot to let you drive his car she laughed, Billy put his hand on my thigh, I glared at him He just smirked god he'll be the death of me, were here kids I said pulling into there driveway, I didn't know we even left yet Max sighed, Well that's good were early for once Neil wont kill me Billy said In relief, Is it okay if I come in for awhile my curfew isn't till six, Yeah that's fine max said before Billy could answer, We all pile out of Billy's car, Billy lit a smoke before going inside, So do you skate she said looking at her skateboard, Yeah I stopped when I moved from Chicago I sighed, If you would want to start skating, I would love to skate with you, no one skates here she laughed, I would love to I might be a bit rusty, how about this Saturday at three Billy can pick me up I smiled, I'm going to go check on Billy I chuckled, I would proceed with caution He's probably upstairs in his room pumping weights or looking at his slut filled magazines max gaged, I knocked on his door I heard him say a faint come in I walked in Damn he's way hotter shirtless I felt my face get warm like what you see he smirked Damn you Billy I covered my face here look at me I looked at him he kissed me of course I smiled just coming up to say goodbye sorry I disappeared he sighed He wrapped his hands around my waist do you mind if I sneak in he laughed yeah but i've got to go or my mom's gonna be pissed my house is down the street blue house grey door you won't miss it thanks for today I love you Billy I smiled Love you too Lauren I went home today was nice...

#billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #billy stranger things #stranger things #billy hardgrove x oc

[kpswrites]

Sunrunner – Chapter Four

“Well doc, are we fucked?” Odybrix asked.

“Are you requesting a prognosis regarding the radiation exposure?”

“Well, I’m certainly not asking about hemorrhoids.”

“Your last physical did not reveal any hem-“

“How bad is the RAD, Jim?”

“You received an approximate dose of 1000 to 1600 RAD. This is likely to cause nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, fatiguuuu-“

A swathe of mircobots composing Jim’s mouth stopped projecting his face and began vibrating disturbingly. Odybrix was immediately reminded of those old science experiments she saw as a kid—the ones where they stuck a speaker next to a ferrofluid and made it do a spiky dance. She considered smacking him upside the head as if he were a troublesome radio, but was concerned her hand would just sweep through the microbots, or worse, get stuck in them.

“-can be corrected with a two-week course of medication,” he concluded as his projectors flickered on and his face stabilized. “It appears the radiation has caused several issues with my hardware.”

“Do you need replacement parts or something?”

“No. The radiation pills contain nanobots. They will function on artificial beings.”

“Great. Can we have some drugs now?”

“No. Our medical inventory does not contain radiation pills.”

“Fuck. ZT,” she said, hitting the pager in the medical bay, “can we set a course for the nearest station before a war breaks out over the toilet?”

“It’s going to have to wait,” Zenith said. “We’re getting a message from Remington. Putting it on ship-wide.”

Speakers throughout the spacecraft crackled and an imperious, familiar voice spoke, “Crew of the Sunrunner, this is Vaughan Spectre. Communications have been restored to the outpost. While the established perimeters of your mission have been completed, the needs of Remington Corporation have changed. An item was stolen from the facility. We request that you retrieve it. The object in question is of unknown origin and will be easily identified. A barquentine-class spacecraft was detected in orbit around the planet’s red moon. We believe this to be the mothership of the mercenaries who assaulted the facility. You will be paid one hundred thousand credits upon the item’s return. As a show of good faith, we have deposited double the reward for the previous objective into your account.”

There was a brief, pregnant silence among the crew as they absorbed the message, then the comms exploded with chatter. The chatter became a debate, then devolved into arguments, and then shifted into incoherent shouting. Somewhere in the background, Buddy was heard vomiting. Odybrix, priding herself on a voice that transcended her modest size, managed to shout down the rest of the crew and politely suggest they meet in the cargo hold. Peppering requests with expletives always seemed to move things along, like a laxative for conversations. When they gathered around the old wooden table, the crew eyed one another, waiting for someone to take the reins of the discussion.

“Before everyone starts flailing their arms around screaming about the payday, we need to know something,” Odybrix said, taking a seat on a chair too large for her,” Ozzy, is the ship where that oily corpo sleezefuck says it is?”

“That and more. Looks like an interceptor and a tartan are flanking it.”

“We’re outgunned,” Adam said.

“Not necessarily,” Hilde chimed in over comms, “I mean, more guns than our single plasma cannon? Yes. But the quality of those ships and weapons are frankly repulsive. From this distance it looks like they’ve gotten into a few scraps but haven’t made an attempt to clean themselves up. I couldn’t say how extensive the damage is without getting closer.”

“Given the action we saw planetside, it’s likely a low-end merc group hired by whoever was piloting that mech,” Adam said.

“I can outpilot the two small birds. The barq’s my concern. It’s big enough to hold a few surprises,” Zenith said. “Anything coming up on scans?”

“Only if you dare get closer, darling.”

“Are we going to talk about the weird flesh-melty thing behind the glass?” Buddy asked, clutching her stomach.

“Yeah, it was terrible. We should leave now and fly to the other end of the galaxy,” Hoxley said without a hint of hyperbole.

“Your behavior was erratic within the facility!” BOB said, interjecting, “specifically regarding the anomaly behind the glass! Do you know something about the research being conducted?”

“What? No. I’m a cook. I have also made it very clear that I am averse to situations where I could be shot, exploded, vaporized, or have my flesh melt off.”

“You think about your flesh melting off? Is that what normal people do?” Buddy asked with absolute sincerity.

“No, nobody thinks about that,” Adam said.

“I do!” Hoxley said, raising his voice.

“This statement is factual,” Jim said. “He twice expressed a fear of flamethrowers during his initial medical examination.”

“We can put the flesh monster on the ‘shit to give a fuck about later’ shelf. For now, we just have to decide whether we are going after whoever stole Remington’s secret toy,” Odybrix said.

“I’m in, but I don’t have RAD poisoning. Not as bad as the rest of you anyway,” Zenith said.

“Me too,” Buddy said, her face now exhibiting a green undertone—she was always up for anything.

“I think it’s a bad idea,” Adam said, “but if you’re going, I’ll have your back.”

“Good kid,” Odybrix said.

“We’re the same age. I take it that means you’re in?”

“Hundred-K payday and a chance to steal secret Remington research? Hell yes, I’m in.”

“We can’t get the money without turning over whatever is stolen, you know that, right?”

“You just leave that to me.”

“Everyone to battle stations,” Ozzy said, “the tartan and interceptor are inbound.”

“Looks like they aren’t going to wait for a democratic decision,” Zenith shouted as she spun away from the crew and ran to the cockpit.

The rest of the crew followed suit. Adam sped after Zenith to man weapons; BOB parked himself by the engine; Hoxley ran to the nearest seat with a harness and strapped in; Buddy… the ship’s toilet wooshed. Buddy was taking care of business. Odybrix calmly hopped out of her seat and went to the weapon’s room. The others could take care of business in a dogfight. She needed to prepare for when they boarded that barq. Not going to scare us off twice, super-mech. She opened a drawer full of explosives.

~*~

Adam took the gunner seat and slapped the weapons console. The flat screen appeared to sink as it emulated the space around them in three dimensions. Two red dots inched towards the green one, indicating the Sunrunner, a third sat motionless by the planet’s red moon. Adam shook the tension from his hands and waited anxiously for them to get in range. Beyond that gesture, nobody would see his nervousness—mom trained that out of him.

What would she say if she knew what he was doing? A mission on behalf of RC was normal, but the company being kept? Oh boy. He imagined the look she gave when someone had failed her and felt a chill shoot down his spine. Still, he had to do this. She wouldn’t give him the answers he needed, despite his polite insistence. These people would take him to his father and he would confront the man about his betrayal. Resentment burned in him like a black coal spontaneously coming to life and he took aim at the approaching spacecraft.

The approaching Tartan let loose with a string of plasma blasts, each easily avoided. Easily wasn’t quite the right word. ZT’s evasive maneuvers were almost casual, as if the Sunrunner was an extra arm and she was waving it at someone. She might not have military training, but wow could she fly. It made his job easier.

Adam took aim at the small red dot that represented the tartan and fired two shots. The ship banked port, then zenith, avoiding both. He did it again, noting that the interceptor was veering off to flank them. The tartan banked starboard, then zenith. Okay, let’s see if you’re as predictable as you seem. He fired again—two shots—then snapped off a third after a quick pause. The enemy ship dodged the first two and veered right into the third.

“That’s a hit. Nice!” Zenith said, briefly glancing over her shoulder at Adam. He imagined she was smiling under her helmet.

“Looks like we didn’t crack the shield, but I doubt it will take much more. The other one is flanking.”

“I see it. Let’s try the Bad Pinch.”

“The what?” Adam asked, bringing up a mental catalogue of curse words and innuendo he was to avoid, “Is that a…”

“We’re going to fuck up their pincer maneuver. I’m going to lure that Interceptor. When they try to readjust positions, blast them. BOB, get ready to divert shields to thrusters on my mark.”

“Affirmative!” BOB said over comms.

Off comms, probably strapped into a crash seat, Hoxley shouted, “We need those to stay alive!”

“Here goes.”

The Sunrunner veered port with a jerk, the inertia stabilizer straining under the force of the movement. The interceptor drew in to close the trap, the tartan flew away from the Sunrunner attempting to position it at optimal range for the plasma cannon. Both opened fire and Zenith began a dizzying set of evasive maneuvers. The enemy ships fired relentlessly, thinking they had put the crew on its back foot with the tactic. Zenith edged them closer and closer to the tartan, taking advantage of their zeal and bringing it nearly within the interceptor’s line of fire.

“BOB!” Zenith shouted.

The Sunrunner lurched forward with explosive thrust, nearly taking an unshielded hit from the tartan. The interceptor fired, swept up in the heat of combat, missing the Sunrunner and blasting its ally. The plasma ripped through the shield and dispersed it with a shimmering ripple as the remaining energy tore the hull open, venting atmosphere.

Adam didn’t hesitate. A follow-up shot from the Sunrunner’s cannon hit directly where the hull had been breached, splitting it like a log that had already suffered an axe swing. Adam snapped off a shot at the interceptor while it was distracted by the obliteration of its ally—a direct hit. The shields of the small vessel vanished and the diminished plasma blast battered its hull. It abruptly turned and fled at full speed.

“Are we going after it?” Adam asked.

“Nah,” Zenith said, “they just activated their MRE. They’re going to jump.”

“Nice flying. You made them think they had us.”

“You like the Bad Pinch, eh? Not bad for your first time.”

Adam blushed. “It’s called something else at RC.”

“Sorry to interrupt the celebration, darlings,” Hilde said over comms. “I’ve got a clearer picture of that barq. Standard weapons complement with one exception. They’ve got a torpedo launcher retrofit.”

The Sunrunner immediately swerved away as Zenith took them out to a safe distance. “Incoming?”

“Negative,” Hilde said, “it’s just sitting there like a brick.”

“Not only that,” Ozzy said, “its thrusters are off and its shields are down.”

Adam brought the readings up on his display. The statements were accurate, but there was more. Its mass reversion engine was active but not powering up for a jump. Strange. There was no sense in idling the engine as it ate a ton of antimatter. He opened a camera feed, feeling a small thrill at the mystery presenting itself.

“Uh, guys. I see….”

“That is what organic eyes are for!” BOB said, not waiting for the conclusion.

“Oh. Oh, that’s not good.”

“Don’t keep us all in suspense, kid,” Odybrix said.

“Bringing it up on your feeds.”

Adam felt a chill as he broadcast the display. Someone floated outside the open airlock of the barq, their pressure suit torn open at the waist. Intestines trailed the body like ribbons, drifting in a cloud of frozen blood. The corpse spun slowly and the lights of the suit swept over the bloody interior of the open airlock. No one said anything while they took in the scene.

Odybrix eventually broke the silence, “We still want that hundred-k, right?”

https://kpsweeneywrites.com/sunrunner/

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[medinainternational]

(Motif-Radio) Reggae Pon Top # 14 2023 track listing below:

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DANCEHALL: ZIGGI RECADO- X-AMOUNT JAH NICENESS- HEART BREAK CITY IBYNG- PROGRESS CAPITAL D & LIONDUB- DEAD TONIGHT CAPITAL D & LIONDUB- A TO ZED ANTHONY RED ROSE, CAPLETON, PRESSURE- WORLD WAR TREE IKEED, SIZZLA, CAPLETON- BUSS A BLANK HORACE ANDY & FOXY BROWN- HIT THE ROAD JACK GIBRILVILLE- HOMICIDE MAVADO & JASHII- TEARS SHARVINE- TIGHT AND CLEAN BOUNTY KILLER- INNER VOICE CHRONIC LAW- UNBREAKABLE NITTY KULCHIE & BUJU BANTOB- LORD I THANK YOU RICHIE STEPHENS & KUKUDOO- PRAY THAT AWAY TOMMY LEE- EVA RUFF BUSY SIGNAL- BIG TUNE

ROOTS REGGAE/ ONE DROP: ASWAD- WARRIOR CHARGE- ASWAD JUNIOR DELGADO- ITY TITY ASWAD- HEY JAH CHILDREN ASWAD- HEY JAH CHILDREN JUNIR ENGLISH- HUMANITY LINVAL THOMPSON- POP NO STYLE BIG YOUTH FT YABBA YOU- YABBY YOUTH NAGGO MORRIS- A TRUE DEM NUH KNOW WAYNE JARREST- SATTA DREAD PRINCE ALLA & JUNIOR ROSS- BABYLON FALL BARRY BROWN- GIVE THANKS & PRAISECORNELL CAMPBELL- JAH JAH GIVE US LIFE DELTON SCREECHIE & JOHNNY RINGO- LIVING IN THE GHETTO KING TUBYY & YABBY YOU- DELIVER DUB

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[chrancecriber]

Radio SunLounge Romania (April 18, 2023)

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Nosie Katzmann) 22:13 Aimee Sol - Anything You Want (Sunshine Deluxe Edit) 22:07 Lazygrooves - Secrets 22:04 Bulb - Impossible (Original Mix) 21:57 Clinton Affair - Amber 21:53 Bitter Sweet - Kelebek 21:46 Sade - Lovers Rock (Album Version) 21:38 Djibooti - Shadows And Voices (Tom Tom Mix) 21:36 Blank & Jones - Pure Shores 21:30 Lazy Hammock - Castaway 21:26 Clara Hill Meets Georg Levin - Just Paradise 21:18 Djibooti - Shadows And Voices (Tom Tom Mix) 21:15 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 21:14 Peter Pearson - Chilled To The Heart 21:07 Marga Sol - Around Me 21:04 Beach Hoppers - Bit By Bit 20:58 Cinematic - Empty Eoom (Daydreaming Mix) 20:54 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:51 Noise Boyz - Supernatural (The Man Behind C. Edit) 20:44 Roberto Sol. Florito. Martine - Love Finds You 20:42 Fresh Moods - Solarcell 20:39 Youth & Troy Gunner - Under My Heart 20:35 Tosca - Lone Ranger 20:29 Michael E - Don't Stop 20:23 Opium Lounge - No Time 20:22 Santerna Featuring Vadim Kapustin - Feeling Like A River (Chillout Mix) 20:18 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:13 Cafe Americaine - Shanghai Superflight (Ethnojazz Cut) 20:08 Billy Paul Williams - Desert Moon 20:02 Christian Hornbostel - Away 20:01 Unclubbed - Need To Feel Loved 19:54 Pat The Cat - Hotel California (Feat. Rachel Moreau) 19:52 Dejamove - Warmin' 19:45 Skunk Tribecca - Siguiendo La Luna 19:43 Blackfish - Hidden Shore 19:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 19:35 Thomas Lemmer - White Room (Gold Lounge In The Room Remix) Feat. Naemi Joy 19:32 Schwarz & Funk - Phil Me (Original Mix) 19:26 Twentyeight - Wake Up Call 19:23 Dj Mnx - Emotions May Fly 19:20 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 19:17 Fobee - Sea Of Love 19:14 Dj Shah - Arco Iris (Chillout Mix) 19:10 Vibrasphere Feat. K. Linder - Tierra Azul 19:04 Nostalgia 77 - Quiet Dawn (Bonobo Remix) 19:00 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 18:56 Digital Project - Coming In My Soul 18:54 Olivia Broadfield - Say (State Azure Mix) 18:44 Lorenzo - I Need You, I Want You 18:42 Thievery Corporation - Lebanese Blonde 18:32 Under - Under (Morgan Page Remix) 18:28 Ielo - Beautiful Flower 18:22 Philip Aniskin & Alexsey Krapotkin - Sexorica (Original Mix) 18:19 Ayla - Open Your Mind 18:13 Kai French - Just Relax 18:08 Trillian Miles - Summerdust 18:03 Trillian - A Little Love 18:01 Bob Harz - What We Are 17:57 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:55 Riccardo Eberspacher - Sansiz Olamaz 17:49 Kosmopolitans Feat. Crystalia - Wild Is The Wind 17:46 Garden City Movement - Foreign Affair 17:43 Gushi & Raffunk - Travel (G&r Celebration Mix) 17:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:37 Van - Turkish Coffee (Original Mix) 17:30 Living Room - Silkroad 17:27 Steven Solveig - Magical 17:24 Ian Pooley Feat. Marcos Valle - Sentimento 17:17 Redlounge Orchestra - Reserver 17:16 Cafe' Ibiza - Take It To (Original Mix) 17:10 Fobee - Sun Goes Down 17:08 Blue Pilots Project - Reboot 17:05 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:01 Shivana Faction - Talking In Whispers 16:55 Frameworks - Breaks My Heart Ft. Kathrin Deboer 16:50 Dub Mars - Between The Lines 16:48 Pascal Dubois - Deep Into The Night (Long Island Mix) 16:44 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:43 Nasser Shibani - Time Chase (Original Mix) 16:36 Krall Bradley - Money Cant You Buy Love (Swing Orchestra Mix) 16:34 Castlebed - Piano Interlude 16:33 Maximus & Trilogy - Du Ar (Original Mix) 16:26 Paolo - Turn Me On 16:24 Florzinho - Vem Conmigo (Euphonic Traveller Remix) 16:17 Fudge X - Memories 16:16 Lissa - Some Of Me (Feat. Philip Nolan) 16:12 Francesco Digilio & Andrea Accorsi - Oblios 16:06 Lounge Groove Avenue - Don't Be So Shy 16:03 Duane Alpert - Cool Experience (Laurent Paradise Mix) 16:00 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:54 Floor - Whispering (Original Mix) 15:52 Michael E - Promise 15:48 Ronny Morris - Build To Last (Ganga Remix) 15:45 Guenter Haas - First Floor Lobby 15:41 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:37 Lemongrass - Go In 15:31 Redlounge Orchestra - Liquid Cool 15:26 Worldwide Groove Corporation - Midnight In Venice (Feat. The Mystery Singer, Djlo) 15:25 Schiller - Dancing With Loneliness (Feat. Kim Sanders) 15:21 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:16 Michael E - Southern Comfort 15:13 Tosca - Lone Ranger 15:11 Kaxamalka - Backdrops (Original Mix) 15:08 Brook Sapphire - Be Chilled (Original Edit) 15:04 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 14:59 Approaching Black - The Night Before 14:54 Bobby Escobar - Playa (White Sand Mix) 14:49 Princess Of Lounge - We Found Love Feat. Dione (Wish You Were Here Mix) 14:47 Koala - Floating Pillow 14:40 Mr Vaud - Digital Inspiration 14:38 Emma Hewitt - These Days Are Ours (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 14:32 Vladi Strecker - Over The Sea (Island Sounds Deluxe Mix) 14:25 Kalmano - Awake From Your Dream 14:18 Newton - Cross Over 14:14 Blank & Jones - (You're Gonna Look) Good In Blues (Feat. Mick Roach) 14:09 Merge Of Equals - Don't You Know 14:07 Persia Beatz - Princess Of Persia (Miracle Mixxx) 14:03 Nor Elle Feat. Bella Wagner - Love True Dimension 13:56 Jazzamatazz - Burning Man (Rhythms Del Mundo Version) 13:51 Club Camarillo - Magic Pool 13:50 Velvet Lounge Project - Baby With You 13:46 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 13:44 Paul Hardcastle Feat. Maxine Hardcastle - Slippin Away 13:37 Flight Facilities - Waking Bliss 13:35 Sofa Groovers - Ti Amo (Sunlight Showers Mix) 13:32 Shamika Cox - Te Quiero 13:22 Homebase - Dzihan & Kamien 13:16 Vargo - Intuition (Touch My Hall Mix) 13:11 Sweet Coffee - No Ordinary Love 13:06 Magica Fe - Words 13:00 Soulavenue - Stuck In A Dream 12:54 Promid - Don't Forget Me 12:49 Turnmeister - Into The White 12:44 Enrico Donner - Forget Me Not 12:43 Weathertunes - After Dawn 12:36 Paolo - Turn Me On 12:34 Mahoroba - Des Moments (Guitar Mix) 12:31 Paul Hardcastle Feat. Maxine Hardcastle - Dreamin 12:28 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:23 Nate Connelly - You Echo 12:16 Dubphonic - Trick Of Time 12:11 Hp. Hoeger - Calm Down (Original Mix) 12:10 Chase & Status - What Is Right 12:03 Lo Seen - When I Close My Eyes 11:56 Redlounge Orchestra - Reserver 11:51 Magnus Wedberg - Red Stone 11:48 Jazzy James Jr. - Twilight Trumpet (Open Doors Mix) 11:45 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 11:40 The Diventa Project - Still Raining (Rnb Remix) 11:34 Max Waves Feat. Pixieguts - Reflections 11:31 Breakfast Trim - Dubai Sun 11:30 Cafe Americaine - Tobago Transfer (Sad Waves Mix) 11:23 Dj Riquo - Island Delight 11:16 Sunyata Project - Pi Lo Chun (Extended Mix) 11:10 Amour Fou - J'aime Comme Tu Rit (Original Mix) 11:07 Husky Rescue - New Light Of Tomorrow (Bonobo Remix) 11:04 Pete Dingon - L'amour Est Mort 10:57 Vladi Strecker - Night Distance (After Midnight Cut) 10:51 Jens Buchert - Aurora Dub 10:48 Trio Electro - Echo Parcours 10:45 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:36 Nor Elle - Desert Storm 10:34 Jentarix Feat. M.k.touch - Reincarnation (Original Mix) 10:29 Andrea Cardillo - Deep Night 10:27 Naoki Kenji - Bedtime 10:23 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:21 Sonic Adventure Project - Who Are You 10:14 Telepopmusik - Breathe 10:13 Svendaq - Tropical Bells 10:09 Sabrina Waters - Sardinia Paradise (Wet Island Mix) 10:03 Clelia Felix - Hold On To My Love 09:57 Max Melvin - Earth Inside (Sunset Mix) 09:52 Monodeluxe - All Night 09:50 Husky Rescue - New Light Of Tomorrow (Bonobo Remix) 09:47 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:42 Five Seasons - Sky (Original Mix) 09:40 Ida Corr - In The Name Of Love (Shazz Man Lounge Mix) 09:34 Tomazz - Lucid Dream 09:32 Mòzâmbîqúe - Healing Touch 09:26 Dj Antoine - I'll Never Let You Down (Soft Mix) 09:23 Max Melvin - Seasons (Walking On The Chinese Wall Remix) 09:16 Peter Silence - Boost 09:14 Lemongrass - Magnificent 09:11 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:05 D. Batistatos - Late Hours 09:01 Wayang - Beneath These Falling Leaves (Bali Mix) 08:55 Afterlife - Makes Me Feel 08:53 Nightcruzer - Lazy Day 08:50 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:45 Mo'horizons - Yes Baby Yes 08:42 Jazz L'amour - Summer Dreams (See The Light Mix) 08:36 Chris Leblanc - Ahora 08:33 Belloq - De Longpre 08:32 Lignin - Come Home 08:25 Krystian Shek, Nashi Young Cho - Sweetwater (Instrumental Mix) 08:20 Weathertunes - Parfum De La Provence (Original Mix) 08:18 Vargo - Talking One Language 08:15 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:12 Cloudchord, G Mills - Bodega Grapes 08:07 Sean Hayman - Sleeping In The Sand (White Clouds Mix) 08:01 Sweet Velvet, Debora Vilchez - La Plena Noche 07:58 Aqua Mundi - Beautiful Awaking (Original Mix) 07:55 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 07:53 Zouave Feat. Liv - Wonderful Life (After Hour Remix) 07:46 Mathieu & Florzinho - Deixe O Sol Entrar 07:41 James Bright - Low 07:38 Ladder & Rachel Rubinger - Your Mind 07:33 Newton - Cologne City Waves 07:23 Rue Du Soleil - In My Heart 07:21 Deeper Sublime, Krapan - Je T'aime (Original Mix) 07:17 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 07:12 351 Lake Shore Drive - Ocean Blue (Cafe Ibiza Edit) 07:07 Duo Varial Feat. Julie - Pretty Places 07:05 Afterlife, Calladine - Clear Blue Sky (Blank & Jones Remix) 07:01 Sphere - Is It Sun 06:55 Randy Crawford - Gimme The Night 06:49 Koolsax - Beyond The Sunset 06:47 Spinne - Saxophonecheck 06:43 Dario J - The Lounge Again 06:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:36 Ego Buster - Starlight Avenue (Better Call L For Lounge) 06:34 Merge Of Equals - Take You There 06:27 Living Room - Maui Pie 06:24 Mariella Narvaez - All Night 06:17 Conjure One - Only Sky (Lounge Edit) 06:14 Tanga - Helium 06:08 Amanaska - Tide (Electro Remix) 06:04 Green Rabbit - Primal Self 06:01 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:55 Purple Avenue - Color Of June 05:54 Club Des Belugas Ft Anna Luca - The Road Is Lonesome 05:47 My 7sky - The Lonely Moon (Original Mix) 05:46 Easy Listening - Coffee Time 05:43 Living Room - From Suspicious Mind (Original Mix) 05:40 Future Loop Foundation - You & Me 05:30 Van - Enchantment Costa De La Luz 05:27 Honeyroot - Sunrise Sunset 05:24 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:18 Lucky Loop - Take A Look 05:13 Jens Buchert - Dominion 05:11 Yppah - Occasional Magic 05:08 Alien Cafe - Veil Of The Sunlight (Original Mix) 05:05 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:00 Kim & Buran - Space 04:55 Hello Meteor - Night Distance 04:53 Camelphat & Elderbook - Cola (Simon Mills Full Sugar Mix) 04:50 Darwins Dream - Lonely By The Beach - Cafe And Sand Edit 04:40 Morcheeba - Let Me See (Sonic Warrior ‘Beat’ Mix) 04:37 Castlebed - Heaven (Original Mix) 04:31 Johannes Huppertz - Seven Sences (Original Mix) 04:25 351 Lake Shore Drive - Xtc 04:24 Eocene Nine - Want You 04:18 Gelka - Please Keep Your Ticket Till The End 04:11 Pochill - Violet Theme (Nick Version) 04:10 York - My Ship 04:06 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:02 Jaytech Feat. Melody Gough - Blue Ocean (Original Mix) 04:01 Vincenzo - Today 03:58 Gushi - Travel (Lemongrass Couch Remix) 03:54 Paul Hardcastle - Looking For You 03:51 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:46 Billy Paul Williams - As A Child 03:40 Chris Nemmo - Wastin Time (Feat. Aris Duke & Helena K) 03:37 Giants' Nest - Gogaga 03:36 3rd Force - Here Comes The Night 03:32 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:27 Lounge Traveller - Many Places 03:21 Leonardo Bertolotto - Doctor House (Original Mix) 03:16 Gaelle - Separate Rooms 03:12 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:09 Honour - Aradeo 03:06 Aiemo - Dreaming Eyes (Vocal Mix) 03:03 Ian Pooley - Since Then 03:00 Tycho - Easy 02:53 V Dimension - Silence Of The Mind 02:51 Waterbone - Eastern Girl 02:44 Schwarz & Funk - Sunny Sky 02:38 Sven Vath Feat. Miss Kittin - Je T'aime...Moi Non Plus 02:36 Room Service - Ambrosia 02:26 Zeequencha - So Alive (Feat. Liz Kretschmer) 02:24 Ganga - The Wind (Feat. Helle Chirholm) 02:21 Openzone Bar - Down Under Snowball 02:11 Christa Vi - Small Way Through (Cosmonaut Grechko Version) 02:09 Smooth Gravity - Best Day Of My Life 02:02 Roberto Sol - Moment Of Quiet (Feat. Jo Kern) 02:01 Jeff Bennett's Lounge Experience - Is There Knowledge Left 01:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:52 The Maxwell Implosion - Tic Tac 01:50 The Nightfly - Hope And Glory 01:43 Colorhythm - Charm 01:41 Kosta Rodrigez - Soul 2 Sell (Boosanova Chill Mix) 01:38 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:33 Jjos - Nightlife 01:27 Chad - Artifacts 01:22 Imada - Sonhos 01:21 Pascal Dubois - Costa Del Mar (Silent Sea Mix) 01:18 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:11 Jp - Juice - Cette Planete (Sushi Club Remix) 01:07 Paul Hardcastle - Stay In The Moment 01:04 Giants' Nest - Playa Del Colina 01:02 Chris Reece - Island Of Love 00:59 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:54 Friendly Breaks - Morning Lounge (Groovy Chillout Mix) 00:51 Hossegor - Sunshine Blues (Golden Sun Remix) 00:44 Edo - Relaxed Love 00:43 Citrus Jam Feat. Judith Erb - Do You See (Rainbow Mix) 00:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:37 Steen Thottrup - Heading For The Sunrise 00:30 Lemongrass - To The Sky (Lemongrass Free Bird Remix) 00:28 Lemongrass - Unite (Feat. Wenawedwa) 00:25 Moondust - I Feel Love (Feat. Misal) 00:22 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:20 Zelonka & Marga Sol - Impossible Dream (Remix) 00:13 Laleh - Live Tomorrow 00:09 Sofya - Hari Om 00:07 Xemplify - Naughty Secret

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