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topguncortez · 2 years

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Day 14: Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain ➣prompt: Desperate Measures ➣Character: Henry "Wolfman" Ruth ➣warnings: death, TOPGUN shit, dog fighting, missiles, guns ➣word count: 1.7k

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Henry had a plan. He always had a plan, it was part of his jump as a RIO. He had to have a plan A-Z in case something went wrong. That’s what made him so good, and what gave him the ticket to TOPGUN with his pilot, Hollywood. But somewhere along the line, those plans that he had come up with on how to get win first at TOPGUN were thrown out the window when he fell for one of the other pilots.

He hadn’t even noticed she was there until she giggled at his hard-on joke to Hollywood. He had turned around and noticed her blushing. Wolfman then turned back to the front with a blush on his own cheeks. It wasn’t that he hadn’t ever talked to a woman before, it was that most of the women in his small town in Texas he had grown up with. But there was something different about her though. He knew that whatever he did, he couldn’t screw it up.

But somehow he managed to do exactly that. The very first day, he had pissed her off by saying something dumb in the locker room. He didn’t even know she was there until she slammed her door shut, and stormed out of the locker room. He sat up quickly from his spot on the bench, and caught a glimpse of her hair as she walked out. Hollywood let out a low whistle and laughed at his RIO.

“You fucked up, Wolf,” Hollywood laughed.

Later that night, Wolfman showed up at her door with flowers in his hand and his stetson on his head. She stared at him with a wild expression, her eyes looking at the white hat on his head. When Wolfman noticed her not saying anything, he quickly started talking, once again scraping the plan he had come up with in his head. He tensed when she stepped forward, but relaxed when she plucked the cowboy hat off his head and put it on her own.

“You uh know what you just did?” He asked her.

“Sure do,” She smiled, “Now. . . you going to stand there dazed and confused or come in?”

Since that night, the two of them had been inseparable. Everyone quickly knew that Bronco was off limits when she walked in with Wolfman’s white stetson on her head, and sat down next to her RIO. She could hear the comments behind her, but didn’t let them both her. That was probably the best thing about her, she didn’t care what others said.

Wolfman’s next plan was to propose to her. He knew that it might’ve been a little too soon, only having known each other for 10 weeks, but he had never been so sure about something in his life (other than joining the Navy). His plan was to do it after TOPGUN graduation. Y/N had placed second, right behind Iceman and Slider. Wolfman was fourth behind Maverick. Wolfman beamed with pride as Viper announced Bronco’s name at second place, and could see the shy smile on her features. She knew that she was rightfully in third, still considering Mav and Goose to be ahead of her.

When they were dismissed and could begin drinking and partying, Wolfman stood up and walked over to her. They had managed to hide their relationship from the command team the whole time, knowing that if they found out they would be kicked out. Y/N was laughing with Iceman and Slider, when Wolfman walked over to them. Iceman whispered something in Y/N’s ear, and she looked over her shoulder to see Wolfman walking over to her with a bright smile.

“Hey, congrats,” Wolfman said and hugged her.

“Thank you, Wolf,” Y/N smiled.

“Can I steal you for a-”

“I hate to end the celebration early but we have a crisis situation that needs our attention,” Viper said, getting everyone's attention. Y/N and Wolfman shared a look before going over to where Jester and Viper were.

“Iceman, Slider,” Jester said, reading out names and handing out orders, “Wolfman, Hollywood. . . Bronco.

“Here, sir,” Bronco said, taking her orders from Jester. Wolfman gently squeezed her hip as she ripped open the letter and read it. It was the exact same as the one Hollywood held in his hands, “So much as a day off.” She smiled up at Wolfman, “Come by later?” Wolfman nodded and gave her hip one more squeeze before walking off with Hollywood.

But Wolfman’s plans were once again scrapped, due to the pilots having to leave that night to get to the middle of the Indian ocean. He saw Bronco sitting on the opposite side of the helicopter, looking tired as ever as she watched the never ending ocean. Once they landed, it was straight to their quarters for much needed sleep. The next day he only saw glimpses of her as they were briefed on the mission, and what they were to do. She was to fly solo, as her RIO was needed back on the ship for radio comms.

“Whatever you’re planning, quit thinking it through so much,” Hollywood said as they were getting ready to go to the flight deck for pre-flight.

“What do you mean?” Wolfman asked.

“You have been planning something for the past couple days. I can tell, you are weirdly quiet. But quit trying to plan something perfect. Just go for it,” Hollywood explained, “She’s over there.”

Wolfman looked across the flight deck and watched as she did her pre-flight check. Wolfman took a deep breath and walked across the deck towards her. Hollywood was right, he couldn’t keep waiting for the perfect moment to execute his plan. There was never going to be a perfect time, not with the crazy lives they lived.

“Bronco!” Wolfman called out as he ran up to her.

“Yeah?” Bronco said, handing her helmet to her warrant officer. Wolfman didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss. She squeaked in surprise but kissed him back, before realizing where she was. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back softly, “What are you-”

“Marry me?”

“What?! Henry, we are about to-”

“Please, marry me?” Henry asked, and pulled away from her, and got down on one knee. She looked around and noticed some of the crew looking over at them, “I have been waiting for the right time, you know how I am with planning things, but I couldn’t get the timing and I-”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, you fool! I’ll marry you!” She smiled, and Wolfman stood up from the ground and hugged her again. He grabbed her face and kissed her, “Mmm, now go! We have a mission to complete!” She shoved him gently towards his plane.

“Start thinking of wedding plans!” Wolfman yelled as he ran over to his plane. Hollywood leaned against the side with a smirk on his face. He high fived his RIO, before turning to climb into the cockpit.

Bronco bit back a smile as she climbed into her own cockpit and closed the canopy. Wolfman and Hollywood launched first, and Y/N said a small prayer as she watched their tomcat become airborne. She was next and watched as ground control gave her the sign to go. She had flown alone before, so this was nothing new to her, except the fact that she was now wanted back at home. She flew behind Hollywood, listening over comms as Wolfman searched the sky for the enemy.

“They’re around here, I’ve got a hard on,” Wolfman said.

“Sure that’s not because Bronco is right there,” Hollywood joked.

“Save the locker room talk for later, boys,” Bronco said.

“Shit tally two, ‘Wood, 5 oclock,” Wolfman said, and Bronco could see the two enemy MiGs right behind them.

“Break left!” Bronco yelled.

Hollywood listened and pulled the joystick to the left, trying to lose them. The MiGs were smart, and sped up, going right after the pilots. Wolfman panicked slightly, as he watched them close the gap. He repeated their numbers back to Hollywood as him and Bronco came up with a plan to try and intercept them.

“Shit! Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!” Wolfman cried out.

“Deploying flares!” Bronco called out, and hit the flares to try and throw off the missile.

The MiGs seemed to split, one on each of the pilots. Hollywood and Bronco did their best to try and stick by each other, hoping to get behind one of the MiGs to try and shoot it down, but they were staying too far behind them. It was too dangerous to try and drop down or pull up. Wolfman called out when they took enemy fire, and Bronco could hear the bullets hitting their plane.

“Out of flares! Dammit!” Hollywood called out, “He won’t fucking leave!”

“Hollywood, on my call, break left and pull up high and tight,” Bronco said, seeing a gap in the position of the MiGs. She could hear the beeping of the MiG trying to get missile lock on them.

“I don’t like-”

“Just do it. . . now!” Bronco called out as she heard that loud familiar blare of the alarm letting them know they were in total missile lock.

“Y/N, don’t!” Wolfman yelled out, but it was too late. He could see the look of determination on her face as she dropped into intercept the missile that was headed straight for them. “No!” Wolfman closed his eyes at the sound of the missile and the plane as they collided. He pressed his hand to the canopy, looking as her plane split into two and hurled towards the ocean in a fireball.

“Eject! Eject, Bronco!” Wolfman’s voice cracked.

“Mayday! Mayday! We are totally covered by enemy MiGs, Bronco has been shot down. I repeat, Bronco has been shot down,” Hollywood called out, “Can’t take much more of this shit! Wolf! I need you!”

Wolfman nodded, and pulled back from the side of the canopy. He wiped a tear from his cheek and went back to looking at the radar. He rambled off some numbers to Hollywood, and then went back looking over the side, only seeing a black cloud of smoke rising from the ocean.

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twistnet · 1 year

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good things come... [ leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 23 [ orgasm denial ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, smut [ orgasm denial, oral sex -- both gn based and male, rough sex, dirty talk + cum ] + mature language

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you weren’t sure who had exactly started this game, but it seemed as though there was no end in sight, unless one of you folded. and both you and leo were far too stubborn to ever do so, which meant this was going to trail on for awhile.

you do, however, remember when you had vowed to get back at him. it was early morning, the sun barely peaking over the horizon and leo was tucked under the blankets, shouldered between your thighs as he pleasured you with his mouth. you were right on the cusp of coming, until a heavy knock sounded from the front door and the distinct voice of hollywood shouting for leo to get up.

the man between your legs had completely forgotten about you, rushing around the bedroom to find his service khakis. and once he was dressed, he kissed you goodbye -- lips still wet, before darting out of the house.

you fell back against the pillows with heavy sigh, and teetering orgasm left to slowly dissipate or take care of yourself. and you do, coming a few minutes later with an almost disappointed look on your face before rolling over and going back to sleep with a slight anger towards your boyfriend.

so the next time when you’re going down on him, part of you wants to pull back -- give him a taste of how you felt after he had practically run out on you. however, a small part of you doesn’t want to, as he looks so pretty with his eyes screwed shut and whimpers falling from his parted lips. but you eventually do, pulling back just as he’s about to come, and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“w-what?” leo whimpers, eyes shooting open to see why you had stopped -- especially when he was so close. only, you shrug and start to climb off the bed before he’s scrambling after you, “where are you going?”

“i forgot that i had to meet up with some friends. i’m going to be late.” you state, turning away to avoid the grief stricken look on his face as you get dressed. after pulling on your shoes, you walk over, press a soft kiss to his lips before heading out of the house. leaving leo still confused and stranded in the bed.

from there, it had turned into a game almost -- trying to see if the other could get the other to crack. and by the end of the week, there was so much pent up tension between the two of you, that it was starting to gain attention from the rest of your friend group.

hollywood nudged his rio, eyeing him cautiously as he tight gripped his drink, "you alright, wolf?" the other man only offered him a tight lipped smile in return, before his focus swung back in your direction. hollywood, being ever observant of his rio and his emotions, following his gaze across the bar to where you were seated next to one of your friends. then it hit him.

"the two of you playing a little game or something? cause if so, just forget about it and fuck each other for christ's sake." hollywood states, patting him on the shoulder before heading over to the bar to get another drink for himself.

wolf turned the words over in his head, before downing the rest of his drink and making his way over to where you sat. the second he was in reaching distance, his hand wrapped around your bicep, gaining your attention before dropping his lips to the shell of your ear, "wanna get out of here?"

there's a flicker of something in your eyes, but you nod, waving goodbye to your friends before following wolf out of the bar and turns the car. not at all caring that the two of you had only been there for a couple of hours.

the ride home was short, neither of you being able to fully keep your hands to yourself. until the two of you were settled up in your bedroom with a trail of clothes leading the way.

your hands pressed against his chest, giving you enough leverage as you sank down onto his cock. leo's head tossed back against the pillows, moan slipping from his lips until you were fully seated against his hips.

hands gripped you roughly at the hips, before fucking up into with vigor. the seemingly long cord that had been wound up inside the both of you had snapped. and leo wasn’t wasting any time in bringing the both of you to completion -- as this was something you both needed.

you clung to him, bearing down to met him on each of his thrusts. driving him deeper to press against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. and given there had been a large build up with orgasms already teetering on the edge, it didn’t take long to drop over the edge and let both of your orgasms wash over you.

you collapsed against his chest, heavy breathing as leo nuzzled into your neck with a hefty laugh, “god, let’s not do that again...” he states, followed by an noise of agreement as you lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) Master List

Fresh Meat // Ao3: Fresh Meat *700+ Celebratory post*

Summary: It’s been some time since you and your girl Charlie went out. After some persuading, you two find yourselves in a bar... surrounded by her students. It’s a good thing your single, not ready to mingle and yet you find yourself oddly attached to the one they call Wolfman even with his semi-inappropriate jokes. There is one thing you can admit though, he’s got a charming attitude and stealing his hat really drives him wild ;)

Thick Gloves and Bloody Mouth Pieces // Ao3: Thick Gloves and Bloody Mouth Pieces

Sneak peek for TGABMP

Summary: Boxer Au. It’s time for Wolfman to train for his upcoming big fight, something you won’t miss (you never miss his fights their fights). Too back Dick Rick pissed you off and the boys teasing drew you away to your... fun night. Thankfully Hollywood (the real Rick) helped pull Leonard’s head out of his ass and made him realize that you’re close to slipping through his fingers. If only he had done it in a slightly nicer way like not crashing your shitty date. Oh, and also, not threaten said date.

Let’s Get to Planning // Sonograms // Ao3: Let’s Get to Planning

Sneak peek for LGTP

Summary: A classic friends with benefits situation leads to a beautiful new beginning for you and Leonard. Sucky part is, you left after coming to the realization that nothing would come of this. You truly believed that this relationship wasn’t going anywhere, if only he knew how to tell you how he truly felt. Thankfully Charlie was able to talk some sense into you so you could talk to Leonard and let him know about your current condition. And more on how Charlotte and Leonard deal with you further along the pregnancy.

A Wish is a Dream your Heart Makes // Ao3: A Wish is a Dream your Heart Makes

Sneak peek for AWIADYHM

Summary: Cinderella AU. Prince Leonard is throwing a ball... more like father. It seems as though it’s time for the prince to search for the one he will call wife for the rest of his life. If only your stepmother would let you go, then again, fairy tales do exist. In this tale specifically, you learn how nice it is to have friends with all kinds of skills. You arrive... late, of course because this a reality not some kind of fictional tale. You not only catch the eye of the handsome prince, who is someone you’ve known for quite some time and have missed.

Thinking of You // Ao3: Thinking of You

Summary: 50 First Dates AU. Leonard is new to town and sees you for the first time but quickly learns how protective everyone is of you. But even though he may be a playboy he learns about the hardships of love and relationships. As time goes on and your told of your head injury once more, you two date for some time until you decide you shouldn’t any longer. And although he wanted to leave, he couldn’t and realizes that you remember him, he can’t leave.

Call All You Want // Ao3: Call All You Want

Summary: You and Leonard get into a fight, leaving you to go out with the girls to get your mind off things but that only works when one of you isn’t being bugged the whole time. You don’t bother answering him, until he finds his way into the club. The girls do all they can to help you but can only do so much when they’re dealing with the other guys (distracting them as they planned). Or the rest of the crew is trying to get one of their own to stop being a dancer.

Blast to the Past // Ao3: Blast to the Past

Summary: You forgot what it was like to walk down the halls and got to experience it again, even if it was just for a few seconds. It was exhilarating. Then your favorite captain, the only one of your past students you really fought for, came to teach the latest generation (which includes baby Goose). Your husband comes home, giving you the opportunity to gossip and show him who you saw.

Link to TG + TGM Master List

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dreamboundedstar · 1 year

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Just Wanted to Update My Touch Tank Idea:

I had this idea to do something with Tina as a creature from the touch tank a while ago. https://www.tumblr.com/qilin-crusader/697656683256741888/tacosandtouchtanks-okay-i-just-wanted-to-update?source=share I wanted to update it a little because I realized I had a better setup to include the entire echinoderm family for Tina, her siblings, and her friends (though I use friends loosely for some of them) Louise: Sea urchin by a long shot when I found out that sea urchins liked to wear hats (a sea urchin with bunny ears would be so cute X3). Not to mention urchin is a word for a troubled, street kid which fits Louise. Gene: Sand dollar because another name for the sand dollar is sea biscuit or cake urchin which fits him for obvious reasons. Jimmy Jr.: Starfish because of his passion for dancing. Jocelyn: Starfish for being blonde and popular. Tammy: Brittle star fits her perfectly. She tries to be a starfish but her facade very easily shatters. Also, another name for brittle star is serpent star and we all know why that fits her too. XD Zeke: Sea cucumber. The description Tina gives the sea cucumber in "Aquaticism" fits Zeke to a T. Also metaphorically speaking, a creature that spends so much time providing for other sea creatures and letting them live in their butthole while rarely getting anything in return also fits Zeke. Tina: She starts out desiring to be a starfish but insecurity over time makes her believe she's actually an urchin. Turns out she's neither starfish nor an urchin, she's a sea lily. Sea lilies without their stalks are also known as feather stars, so she could also be that but I like the lily one better because the phrase, "gilding the lily" fits her so well.

That's pretty much the update. I want to include Susmita as well, but I'm not sure which echinoderm to make her or if she should even be an echinoderm at all. I probably would make her another starfish because of space stuff if I want to keep with the echinoderm theme. I'm open to other suggestions though because I know touch tanks have more than echinoderms. I'm not even sure if sea lilies or brittle stars are normally part of touch tanks anyway? I just wanted to use them because they are part of the echinoderm family. lol I'm pretty set on all the ones chosen though and I believe fit all of them pretty well, I'm just stumped when it comes to adding other characters. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Update 1/12/2023: Adding more friends to the touch tank idea. Susmita: Hermit crab because it's cute and Zeke named one Saucey which can almost be a cute nickname for Susmita. So I rolled with it because I like hermit crabs. Henry Haber: Horseshoe crab because of his love of dinosaurs since it's a living fossil. Also, both hermit crabs and horseshoe crabs aren't real crabs so they have that in common. Darryl: Sea anemone because I found out that some species of sea anemones sometimes choose to sit on top of hermit crabs or sea snails. I just think it fits Darryl because of how much of a wimp he is. I think the idea of him sitting on hermit crab Susmita for protection is really cute. Rudy Stieblitz: Sea snail because I thought it fit him being the slowest runner in the world.

Courtney Wheeler: Starfish because of her being a blonde and also very stardom driven. Alex Papasian: Hermit crab because of that one time he wanted to run away.

#Touch Tank #Tina Ruth Belcher #Tammy Larsen #Jocelyn #Jimmy Jr. Pesto #Zeke #Louise Belcher #Gene Belcher #Bob's Burgers #fanfiction idea #Honestly this is basically the ugly duckling but with marine animals XD #I still think it's a cute idea though and I can see Tina imagining her friends and family as touch tank creatures #Susmita #Darryl #Henry Haber #Rudy Stieblitz #Courtney Wheeler #Alex Papasian

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thislovintime · 1 year

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Peter Tork at a Renaissance fair, 1969; photo by Henry Diltz.

“Right now I’m working with my friend Bobby Hammer on a film. I’m going to deliver a lecture on the generation gap in Aspen, Colorado, and I’m going to show a film just to keep them interested.” - Peter Tork, NME, January 25, 1969

“Early in February, [Ruth M. Adams, Wellesley student] served on the resource staff of a five-day Humanities Seminar for the Young Presidents’ Organization, Inc. in Aspen, Colorado. […] In Aspen, ‘Generation gap or civilization gap — can we cope with it?’ was the question at hand. The delegates included both members of the sponsoring organization, (which consists of men who became president of the businesses before they reached the age of forty,) and resource consultants in widely varied fields. Among these consultants were Miss Adams, author Max Schulman, Peter Tork of The Monkees, SDS leader David Littman, and Edgar Friedenberg of the State University of New York. Vast differences in backgrounds and occupations served to split the conference delegation into two ideologically distinct groups. ‘It must be remembered,’ observed Miss Adams, during a News interview last Friday, ‘that many of the delegates were men in their forties, often parents of children of high school or college age… As parents and as men carrying corporate responsibility, they found it difficult to comprehend, to understand, the views of the radical left.’ At Aspen, this radical view was voiced primarily by Littman, Tork, and Friedenberg.” - The Wellesley News, February 20, 1969

“Tork, now 36, is an avowed socialist and lives in Venice, California." - New West, January 1979 (x)

“‘We’ve all got to stick together or we’re all going to come unglued.’ [Peter] noted a drive for only one’s own fortune is at the expense of others. 'Without community, the individual is dead.’” - The Life, May 3, 1996 (x)

“Now, the business of wresting power away from those who make a specialty of wielding it will be a long and protracted struggle, with a lot of setbacks along the way. The outlines of the new style of governance are only dimly perceivable, and won’t become clear for a long time to come. In the meantime, our job is to practice the principles of fairness and service to the extent possible. One thing is clear: there is a much higher joy in service than there is in acquisition of wealth. (Remember that it isn’t money that’s the root of all evil, it’s the love of money.) Hanging together in brother - and sisterhood is so happy-making you want to sing right out loud. Yeah, I feel the same about those ideas as I did then…in case you couldn’t tell. heheheh, Peter” - Ask Peter Tork (x)

“I believe very much in all that I believed in back in the 60’s. I hope I’m more aware of the practicalities than I was then, but I am positive that the values and principles I held then are critical to the well-being of the planet, or at the very least, critical to growth and contentment in the population. As to the practicalities: the chance of no more war in our lifetimes is so close to zero that I don’t imagine it possible, tho’ there well may be progress along these lines. May be. Sometimes I see the world as an eternal horse race between salvation and dissolution, now one, and now the other gaining the lead. But to the extent that we can learn, each and all of us, that the cooperative good is good for the greatest individual good (with safeguards, to be sure), that forgiveness is the route to true inner peace, and that not everything we deem wrong or bad may be so, to that extent hassles of all shapes, sizes and colors will diminish. I am so sure of all this that I would, I hope, be willing to bet my life on these principles.” - Peter Tork, Ask Peter Tork (x)

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sassyandclassy94 · 7 months

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The names and birthdates of the SwanFire and Charming family. Medieval/Tudor edition.

David I, House of Nolan, king of Mist Haven, king-consort of Germania - b. December 18, 1462

Snow White I, Queen of Germania, queen-consort of Mist Haven - b. April 22, 1465

Emma Ruth Eva of Mist Haven, House of Nolan - b. October 23, 1483 (once she becomes queen, she’s the first of her name)

Eva (I’m sorry! I don’t have a full name picked out for her that makes sense😭), princess of Mist Haven - b. December 11, 1490

Edward Robert Leopold, prince of Mist Haven - b. May 31, 1492

Baelfire (I really don’t know what his title would be other than consort later on. I imagine him being a soldier in my fics who works his way up the ranks so that has me stumped too) - b. March 23, 1483

Emma and Baelfire’s wedding date: February 10, 1501 (EHEM… do the math on Ella’s birthday😏)

Henry David Leopold Robert of Mist Haven, House of Nolan - b. August 15, 1501 (When he becomes king someday, he’s probably… the fourth of his name…?🤔)

Ivy Rose, princess of Mist Haven - b. November 28, 1503

Ella Snow, princess of Mist Haven - b. November 18, 1504

Ruth Hilaria, princess of Mist Haven - b. July 10, 1511 (there’s a story behind the name Hilaria if anyone wants to know it)

Emma’s miscarried babies: Arthur, b. November 10, 1507 - Electra, b. May 29, 1508😔

#swanfire #charming family #Emma swan #Baelfire #Neal Cassidy #snkw white #David Nolan #ouat #my headcanons

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lets-ignore-that · 10 months

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William: Being gay is disgusting, evil, and wrong!

Also William: *uses his best friend being in love with him as a manipulation tactic*

I guess homosexuality is only okay if it benefits him.

Also, I imagine if Henry was gay, William would’ve been the one to tell him, “you need to find a wife. There’s no way people will let you own a children’s restaurant if they think you’re one of them queers.”

My Henry is actually bisexual and poor Henry hears shit from William all the time, calling him a threat around children, the f slur, a goddamn queer, a failure and waste of a man. It quieted down slightly when Henry married his wife Ruth. But it never stopped sadly..

It did stop occasionally when, like you said, William manipulated him for something he needed.

another piece of shit william moment..

#answers to ignore #cw homophobia #thank you the ferocious kittyrose!

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fvck-the-patriarchy · 8 months

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Murdoch Mysteries characters on Incorrect Quotes generator vol. 2

*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*

George: I will not let you down.

Murdoch: Sounds fun.

Henry: K.

Brax: No, I'm fucking not.

Watts: Do I have to be?

Julia: Please god, I am so tired.

Brax: When I first met you, I did not like you.

Watts: I'm aware of that.

Brax: But then you and I had some time together.

Watts: Uh-huh?

Brax: It did not get better.

Meyers: I can't imagine what Pendrick is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Watts: Whoa, Henry, what’s up with that angry face?

Henry: George won’t stop talking about how “Ancient Egyptians were furries”.

George: But they were! Just looks at all their gods-

Henry: Oh my god, SHUT UP!

*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered*

Meyers: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer?

George: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine.

Brax: What about Murdoch? Nobody ever suspects Murdoch!

Murdoch: Well what about Pendrick? He has a gun!

Pendrick: Meyers has a knife.

Meyers: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs Brax in the arm*

Watts: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk.

Watts: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now.

George: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.

Rupert, confused and exasperated: Henry, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?

Henry: Politely.

Brax: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.

Brax: Anyways, you said Bobby is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

Rupert: We’re going to a candy store?!

Effie: No! It’s nighttime, candy stores are closed.

Ruth: We’re gonna ROB a candy store?!?!

Effie, sighing: No-

Rupert: Lucinda's gonna kill me.

Henry: No, she'll probably make me do it.

#incorrect murdoch quotes #incorrect murdoch mysteries #william murdoch #murdoch mysteries #effie newsome #george crabtree #henry higgins #rupert newsome #llewellyn watts #thomas brackenreid #ruth newsome #ruth higgins newsome #lucinda helmsworthy

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So these days I started drawing a lot of my Tangled OCs, Alice and Henry! They're the children of one of the main characters of my fic, Moonrise!!

I think they're so so fun!!! I've tried making Henry's design very recently, but Alice's outfit was something I'd imagined a long time ago. I'll probably update her outfit later (give her a few more layers; some fur maybe !!)

I think it's funny how Henry kinda looks like that Ice Pillager from that one Minecraft Mob Vote.

So far I have a few doodles of them, but my favorites are these two (they're so cool!!)

They're very likely an exaggeration of fraternal twins (yes, they're twins!), and I love both of them to bits!! Watch as I gush about them for a while:

I LOVE Alice and Henry so so much. They both got (un)lucky enough to have a birth very similar to Rapunzel's—while she became the Sundrop's host thanks to Arianna consuming the Flower, Alice and Henry each got a little bit of the Moonstone's powers because their father is the Moonstone's Host!

Alice can change the formation of the Black Rocks by touching them, making them really unstable for a moment until they settle on a new shape. The Moonstone Host can no longer manipulate any rock that Alice "corrupted", which would make her a really good counter to anyone who dared steal the Moonstone, but it mostly makes her dangerous since the Dark Kingdom's structure is built around the black rocks.

She's at least 10x more rabid than her father, and very energetic. She enjoys fighting (probably a little more than she should), running, hunting, and singing, and has a tendency to show affection in very physical ways (whether it be hugs that break your spine, scratches or bites, she's saying she loves you ♥️). Between herself and her brother, Alice is the one who shows emotions a lot more blatantly, and I adore that (because it made her tantrums as a kid very funny in my opinion HEH)

Henry got the "short stick" of the power draws, and has a very concentrated version of the Hurt Incantation (or, as I like to call it, the Withering Spell.) He can make any organic being feel weakness on a large radius around him, and can focus his withering power into something very deadly on a smaller radius.

Being touched by Henry is usually very dangerous, as he can focus his entire energy into one single target, and kill an individual or more with one touch. It was quite the hassle when he was a kid at school. Eventually, in an attempt to "fix" himself, Henry tried working with dark magic; a terrible mistake when you have absolutely no idea what you're dealing with. From that point forwards, Henry was then granted a special connection with the dead, and can talk to spirits of the deceased—even those who are too weak to show themselves to most, like Ruthless Ruth!

They're a really fun duo. I care them so much!!

#tts #tangled the series #TTS OC #tangled the series oc #my art #moonrise au

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May 16th 1986, the day that Top Gun premiered in theaters. And nearly 30 years later, its sequel 'Top Gun: Maverick' introduced a whole new generation to a beloved movie and franchise. Many dubbed the film "the movie that saved the box office"

in honor of the ‘86 and TGM premier anniversaries, I'm going to be hosting a little blurb celebration!

Requests are open NOW (may 15th) and will be closing on May 25th

here’s some prompts:

✧ angst

✧ fluff

✧ smut

feel free to send in your own prompts or look through my other prompts lists:)

the pilots i write for:

✧ Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

✧ Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

✧ Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

✧ Henry "Wolfman" Ruth

✧ Ron "Slider" Kerner

✧ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

✧ Jake "Hangman" Seresin

✧ Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

✧ Robert "Bob" Floyd

✧ Javy "Coyote" Machado

✧ Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

I all take requests for any of my OTPs and Slash Pairings:)

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ouatnextgen · 8 months

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Character Profile: Leo

Name: Prince Neal Leopold Nolan of Misthaven

Other names: Leo (primary nickname)

Squirt (by Emma)

Uncle (by Hope, to annoy him)

His Royal Annoyingness (by PJ)

Snowflake (by Snow)

Kiddo (by David)

Age: Eighteen

Height: 5’10

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Brown

Gender: Cis Male (he/him)

Face Claim: Lucas Till

Sexual Orientation: Biromantic Asexual

Species: Human

Father: Prince David “Charming” Nolan of Misthaven

Mother: Queen Snow-White Blanchard of Misthaven

Sibling(s): Emma Swan

Prince Benjamin Nolan of Misthaven

Other Family: King Leopold of Misthaven (maternal grandfather)

Queen Eva of Misthaven (maternal grandmother)

Robert Nolan (paternal grandfather)

Ruth Nolan (paternal grandmother)

Prince James of Graybane (paternal uncle)

Killian Jones (brother-in-law)

Henry Mills (nephew)

Hope Swan-Jones (niece)

Occupation: Student at Storybrooke High (Storybrooke), crown prince of Misthaven (EF)

Home: Storybrooke, Misthaven (occasionally)

Favorite Color: Gray Blue

Powers and abilities: Swordsmanship, archery

Weapons: A sword and shield

Songs: Hear Me- Imagine Dragons || Human- Rag’n’bone Man || Wake Me Up- Avicii

Likes: Prince Philip II

Birthday: May 6th, 2013

Zodiac: Taurus (Practical, resourceful, confidant, energetic, tidy, stubborn, unforgiving, excessive)

Personality Type: ISTJ (Introverted, Observant, Thinking, and Judging)

Leo tends to be reserved yet willful, with a rational outlook on life. He composes his actions carefully and carries them out with methodical purpose.

Description: Neal means “hero” in Celtic, and his preferred name, Leopold, means “lion” in German. He has his father’s dark blonde hair as well as his facial structure, paternal grandmother’s brown eyes, and his mother’s nose.

#ouat next generation #ouat next gen #neal nolan #leo nolan #sleeping prince #prince squared #neal charming #this is the reason my description mentions neal cassidy hate #the season 7 rewrite #the next gen verse #sleeping princes

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Fresh Meat

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Civilian!Reader

Characters: Civilian!Reader, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (briefly mentioned), Jake the ex-boyfriend (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Wolfman is adorable (and horny), but so is the reader, the reader and Charlie as besties are a great and terrifying duo, Goose is a little shit, Iceman and Slider are a chaotic duo with a great psychic link, Hollywood and Wolfman bringing back their classic quote, honestly this is crazy but in a good way

Word Count: 2,882

A/N: Reader’s “Name” is darlin’ and reader says Charls as sh-are-els

... Last night during my Top Gun searchin’ adventure, I’ve found some information that leads me to believe I’ve been duped. Apparently, Wolfman’s name in the movie was Henry Ruth but everywhere else you look you find Leonard Wolfe. I don’t know what to believe but I’m putting both names for the pairing but using Leonard for fics and we’re moving on

*Also, y’all are so sweet! We just went from 581 to 700 yesterday, I feel like it might be a glitch, but it doesn’t seem like it so we’re celebrating!

* 700+ follower celebratory post *

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You turn the tv off.

“We should go out.”

You look over at Charlotte with furrowed brows at the outlandish idea. “Out where? Anywhere we go you’ll be hit on and I just- I don’t want to go out.”

She sticks her bottom lip out making you feel bad. “Please?”

“No, Charls.” You look down at your outfit (if you could even call it that. Pajamas and a baggy shirt don’t normally do well for a night of drinking), “plus I’m not even ready and it’s too late.”

She lifts your watch, pulling it close to dramatize. “We have plenty of time to get ready and have a girl’s night. No guys. No talking or spending the night with anyone. Just us two.” She sees the hesitation spreading across your face. “Please? Darlin, we haven’t been out together in so long. I miss it.”

“I miss it too, babes but it’s- I-” You stupidly look back at her and throw your head back, sliding off the couch, letting out a quiet whine. “I hate you.”

She lets out a victory laugh. “Oh, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me,” she practically crawls across the couch, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you back.

A slow chuckle escapes you. “Yeah, yeah. I’m amazing. I know.”

“Are you sure you haven’t been to base? You’re starting to sound an awful lot like them.”

“Oh,” you shove her off you. “Bite me, Charls.” You push yourself off the floor and walk down the hallway, entering your room.

“You even have their lame retorts too!”

“Suck a dick!”

“That’s better. They definitely wouldn’t say that.” She exits the living room, wandering towards the “guest” room even though you consider it her room since she uses it more than you do. She’s claimed the closet and dresser as hers, the math adds up, but she doesn’t want to hear it.

The two of you laugh as you work on getting ready for your girls’ night.

“Are you done yet, Darlin’?”

You put the cap back into your lipstick, “could you give me a minute? Geez, you’re worse than Jake.”

Your bedroom door opens, the clacking of her heels against the hardwood floor tells you she’s getting closer.

“How are you doing today? I wanted to ask earlier but I didn’t want to make you sad.”

You shrug, chucking your lipstick into your purse before checking your teeth making sure there are no marks. “I mean, it’s whatever. We weren’t going anywhere, it’s better to break it off now than wait until we were married or something.”

She nods, “that’s true but it doesn’t mean you’re going to be magically healed. You still have to grieve even if you aren’t affected by it.”

You rest your hands against the countertop, closing your eyes. “You’re right but,” a heavy sigh slips through your parted lips. “I just- I don’t want it to seem like I’m moving on to fast.” You turn around, leaning against the sink, “I don’t want it to seem like I’m moving on too soon.”

“It’s been six months since the breakup,” she points out. “Plus, he has a new girlfriend.”

“That’s true.”

“Come on. You deserve to have fun and let loose.” She stands beside you, nudging your arm with her elbow. “It’s time you leave this place and make some friends. Maybe even wake up in some stranger’s bed.”

You scoff, pushing yourself off the counter. “Oh my God. Charlotte Blackwood.”

She cackles, “don’t use my full name. I didn’t do nothing wrong.”

“You’re using your other head and you know it.”

Charlotte gasps, “how dare you! I’m doing no such thing.”

You hum, “and if that was the case you wouldn’t have slept with one of your students.”

“Sometimes I regret telling you everything.”

“But if you didn’t, life would be boring.”

“If that’s what you think.” The smile slips from your lips.

“No, no. Don’t start thinking now. We’re gonna finished getting you dolled up and then we’re gonna have a couple of drinks before we go to the nearest fast-food place and order too much so the employees can judge use at two in the morning.”

You shake your head and arms, getting rid of your nerves. “Okay,” you grab your purse. “We gotta leave now before I lose my cool.”

“They won’t know what hit them when we get there.”

“Sure. Yeah.”

“Oh no,” she shakes her head, pulling your arm. “We’re leaving and we’re leaving now.”

Charlotte walks through the doors and turns her head with a smile on her face, expecting to see you there only to see the bar. She sighs, turning around to grab you and haul you inside. “We’re having a girl’s night which means more than one female or else it’d be a sad night.”

“You’d find someone else to be your bed buddy.”

“If you continue to imply that I’m a whore...”

A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth, “you’ll do what?”

She doesn’t respond and rushes towards the bar.

You follow after her with a little pep in your step.

Neither of you say anything after ordering your drinks.

Ron taps Tom’s shoulder, pointing over towards the two of you. “Hey, isn’t that Charlie?”

The man turns and a smirk slowly appears across his lips. “Why, Ron, I do believe it is.”

“Should we?”

“You mean, should we talk to the instructor that hothead Maverick decides to sleep with and break it off before things could get serious?”

“We are, aren’t we.”

“This is why you’re my RIO.” Tom walks ahead while Ron shakes his head, slightly wishing he never said anything but then thinks about what Pete’s reaction would be and all sensible thinking is thrown out the window.

He grabs Leonard and Rick by the back of their necks which intrigues Nick causing him to follow.

“Hello,” the one with frosted tips starts.

“If we knew all the instructors were this pretty, we would have tried harder to get in,” the one with the cowboy hat says.

You glance over to Charlie, who lowers her head. You want to ask her what’s wrong until you realize who they are. “Oh.”

She turns her head, forehead still resting on her arm. “You see what I’m dealing with.”

You chuckle, “oh, yeah.”

The one with the mustache busts through the line of guys. “Charles. Charlie. The Charmer. The C-dog beneath Mave’s wings, how are you?”

You cover your mouth to hide your snickers.

He turns towards you, “you like that, huh?”

“God, no.” You shake your head, “that was terrible, but you were so confident while doing it.”

He rubs the back of his neck, “uh- thanks. I think?”

“You have a wife, Mother Goose. Move it,” the tall one next to frosted tips sneers at him.

Mother Goose puffs out his chest, “don’t you talk about her, Slippery Slide.”

You stare at the two with your jaw close to the ground. “You’re married?” Your head snaps towards Charlotte’s. “He’s married.”

She nods, “I’m afraid so. Oh, and they have a child.”

“Well, bless their hearts.”

“We’ve never met before, but I find that to be very rude.”

“If you heard the way you talked out loud, you’d be thinking the same as me.”

The others chuckle.

“But,” you draw out. “You pull it off well so, I can see why you’re lucky to call yourself a married man.”

A boyish grins tugs at his lips, “thank you, miss.”

You pull Charlotte along with you towards a table, wanting to get away from the guys before they try to see either of you without any clothes on.

If only the drinking gods were listening.

Mother Goose shoves the one in the hat, who then trips over people’s feet; his arms flailing in the air as he tries to balance himself only to fail and fall at your feet.

He reaches up making sure his hats still on his head (it is). His eyes stop on a pair of decently worn-out sneakers, his eyes keep moving up until he spots your tilted head.

He swears you’re an angel sent to him and it’s only because of his lucky (and only) hat.

There’s a pretty smile dancing across your lips as you put your hand out to help him up.

The dopey expression on his face makes the others shake their heads.

“I told you to watch your step.”

You turn to look at him. “Mother Goose, was it?”

He shakes his head, “just Goose.”

He smiles, acting like he didn’t do anything wrong.

“Got it,” you nod, pretending to that correction into consideration. “Listen here, shit head Goose-”

He stares at you offended at your ��nickname” for him with one hand on his chest, mouth agape.

“You should learn to not be mean and trip your fellow classmates. These guys here are the ones that watch your back. Pilot, RIO, WSO, whatever your title and/ or occupation may be because one day you’re gonna prank the wrong person and then you’ll be screwed.”

“Rude,” he mutters.

“Am I wrong?”

He hesitates to answer. “No.”

“Exactly.”

Leonard leans over to Rick, “I think I’m getting a hard-on.”

His buddy scoffs, jerk his arm with his elbow, “don’t tease me.”

“I have to go make a call.”

“Bye bye, Goose!” You shout, waving your arm erratically like an insane person. Nick smiles and returns the wave.

“Bye, mean, crazy lady!”

Charlotte bumps your arm, staring at you with a raised brow.

You give her a smile in return.

She shakes her head. This is exactly why she never brought you to base.

“What now?” Rick asks Leonard with an annoyed tone.

“I will give you a crinkly, crisp ten-dollar bill, if you get the slippery combo out of here.”

“Sixty and we’ll leave the bar.”

“Why are you ruining my chances at finding love? Be honest with me. What did I do to you?”

His buddy rolls his eyes, “if I’m taking muscles and frosted tips with me, I’m gonna need something to pay off the tab you created.”

He sighs, “alright, fine.” He slaps the cash into Rick’s hand.

“Run along now.”

The man with the cash walks behind the two, pulling them over to the side. “Follow me if you want to save yourself.”

Tom and Ron give each other a questioning look; they look back to see Wolfman trying to use his classic go to moves, they follow Hollywood without any more convincing.

“So,” he starts off. “Would you like to have babies sometime?”

Yours and Charlotte’s widen, she snorts her drink out her nose and leaves to clean herself up in the restroom while you pat your chest and cough.

Your throats a little scratchy from the saliva and spontaneous coughing fit. You take a sip of your drink. “What?”

He winces, lowering his hat. “Sorry, I was uh- I was trying to say something nice but then I- well, I said that. If you want to leave, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Once you manage to catch your breath, the corner of your lips tugs upwards. “I think I’d rather stay here and talk to you. You can certainly keep a girl on her toes.”

He lifts his hat off his brow, staring at you through his lashes. “Well, if that’s what you want, I’d be happy to make that happen.”

You lean closer, “let’s get a booth.”

He nods, “okay.”

You two spend the rest of the night talking, sadly leaving Charlotte alone but luckily, she was able to talk to the other guys who made their way to you two earlier.

She glances over at you, happy to see you finally enjoying yourself even if it is with one of her students.

She may not approve of his language at times, more so one specific comment but still happy that you’ve found yourself someone who can make you smile and give you more Jake ever did.

She realizes now you have a legit excuse to come to base. This isn’t going to be good for her.

Tom chuckles, seemingly realizing what’s going on in the instructor’s head.

“Don’t say anything.”

“I won’t,” he says in between his breathless chuckles. “You can count on that.”

“Oh God,” Rick adds.

Ron furrows his brows, “what’s wrong with you?”

“That horny knuckle head just got himself a girl. I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”

The two friends chuckle at the twos expense.

“Ah, but just think Hollywood,” Ron starts. “If he annoys you, you can send him to her so she can deal with it.”

“Unless she’s not home,” Charlotte adds. “I’ve been trying to get her out of the house for the past few months and today was success.”

“Break up?” asks Tom.

The instructor narrows her eyes at him, confused at his sudden interest in potential gossip. “Why do you want to know?”

He shrugs, pretending to be innocent. “I- he’s- I gotta know what’s going on with my fellow classmates when we’re in the air,” he sputters to say, being quick on his feet.

“Mm-hmm. It was a mutual break up, if you must know.”

“What made you want to come out here tonight… you know now that I think about it. I still haven’t asked you for your name.”

He opens his mouth to respond when you place your finger over his lips, shutting him up for a second.

“And don’t say your call sign. I want to know your real name first at least.”

He nods, removing your hand. “Leonard, the name’s Leonard Wolfe and you better remember it, darlin’. My call sign’s Wolfman.”

“How’d you know my nickname?”

“What?”

“My nickname. You- did you seriously not know?” You ask with a giggle.

“You’re joking.”

“No, it’s practically my name at this point but that’s my nickname. I’ve had it since I was a little girl.”

He sets his arm on the back of the booth behind you, scooting closer. “Well then, I’d say it’s a good thing that I met you.”

“Someone’s cocky.”

“It’s all part of my charm.”

You fix his crooked collar. “I see and,” your look into his eyes, distracting him. “If either one of us, no one in particular, wants to continue this. Does that mean this… so called charm is code for your cocky all the time?”

“I am offended at that-”

It’s a blur.

Once his vision clears and he sees what you’ve done. He raises a brow, “you realize what that means right?”

You lean in, staring at his lips for a little too long (and a little too obviously). “Do you realize what this means?”

His brows knit together in confusion, “now I’m confused.”

“Well, let me clear this up for you. I’m wearing your hat.”

He nods.

“I plan on seeing you again. We’ll go back to your place because- well, I’m not talking to Charls about this tonight. And I wanted to see how cute I’d look in this.”

He focuses on that for a moment, the hand on the back of the booth cups your cheek, his breath fans against your ear. “You’d look better if you had nothing on except for my hat.”

Before you can respond he’s on you faster than a surfer trying to catch a wave.

A muffled surprised yelp escapes you until you two slowly get in the groove with kissing one another.

The whistling and hollering breaks you two out of it.

He sighs, glancing over his shoulder at the assholes who’ve ruined his night.

Charlotte shakes her head at you.

He throws his head back, resting against the seat of the booth.

“Did you drive here?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to head out and grab something to eat?”

“You really are an angel, Darlin’.”

“You’re just saying that.”

He shakes his head, “believe me when I say it. You are an angel and I’m taking you out tonight and the next night then the night after that.”

“So, you’ll be keeping me out past my bedtime.”

“You won’t be getting much sleep in the first place.” He slips out of the booth, yanking you with him.

“Woah! Slow down there, Dogboy.”

“We’ve got places to go and beds to not sleep in. There is no rest!”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Oh, wait- wait!”

“What?”

“Just give me one second.” You turn and wave your arm like a crazy woman, “bye, Charls!”

She scrunches her neck, not looking up from the table.

“You should say by to your friend before she gets the whole bar involved,” Tom advises.

“Shut up.”

Nick takes the initiative and waves with the same enthusiasm. “Bye, mean lady!”

“Bye Mother Goose!”

“Damn,” he mumbles.

“Bye, She wolf!” Ron, Rick, and Tim wave at you.

That happy smile doesn’t slip from your lips as you two exit the bar.

“Aw.”

“What’s wrong?” Leonard asks you.

“I was expecting your ride to be a horse,” you joke.

He growls, pulling you closer by your waist. “You keep joking like that and I’ll give you something ride.”

You peck his lips with a happy smile dancing across your lips, “keep that promise for later. I’m famished.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Day No: 1

Prompt: "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Medium: Fic

Trigger Warnings: None

SFW

George was whistling a merry tune as he and Henry walked down to the home of a prospective witness. Murdoch would be by just after they were finished, as Susannah was not happy with the matron and he had to stay for a little bit. At least until she fell asleep and he could leave the house.

The area was a bit run down, but that wasn’t too surprising. Henry kept glancing around at what appeared to be nothing. George didn’t see anything, and he believed that normal sounds were just putting him on edge. “I think you need someone in the house with you with Ruth gone,” he mentioned. At Henry’s shocked and terrified face, he reworded it. “While she’s away on her trip to visit that cousin she mentioned. You and Jordan not having anyone else around can’t be good for the two of you.”

That calmed him down a little bit. “It is a bit lonely not having her around, but the only one near by that I could imagine helping with Jordan would be Effie.”

Oh, his fiancee. “And by extension, I would be over as well.”

Henry shrugged his shoulders. “Well…”

Well, that was disappointing. “Henry, you wouldn’t want me around?” he tried joking.

“It’s not that, but Jordan doesn’t like many other men than myself right now. Ruthie’s cousins aren’t welcome. She barely tolerates her grandfather. Strangers that have been over to the house have had stuff thrown at them. At one point, she got a hold of a cricket ball and threw it at a man coming up to the house. Nailed him a little too close to the family jewels.”

George paled a little thinking about it. “My word, Henry, why is she attacking the men?”

“I don’t know…” He stopped, as they had arrived at the door of the small place of the prospective witness. The door was ajar, and that didn’t bode well for them.

George called out, pushing the door further, “Toronto Constabulary. Mister Verte, are you here?” The sunlight barely penetrated the apartment. The hairs on the back of their necks warned them of a person, but they weren’t sure on who it was. “Mister Verte, Toronto Constabulary. I’m here to ask questions about a potential crime you may have witnessed yesterday morning.”

Henry knew he had only referenced himself to allow the other man to sneak in. He took to the left, going after dark areas and a couple of the doors. George moved over to the bed. It had been made, but someone had disturbed the covers. He checked the floor and saw the prone figure of someone lying on the ground. Carefully, he stepped around.

Flipping them over, he quickly saw that the person had been lying in wait for someone to mess with them. A hand flew at his head and landed a punch laced with something heavy landed on his chin. He squawked in surprise and pain before another hit landed on the other side of his head. Shaking his head, and only getting pain instead of clearing, he threw out his own to try and shut down the culprit. Instead, his wrist was grabbed. Quickly twisting, he broke out of the hold and went for his baton.

Henry, thankfully, knocked into the figure with his own, hitting them in the shoulder to stop their last attack. He still got hit one more time, but it was a glancing blow to his chin. Still, he fell backwards and folded so his head wouldn’t slam against the floor like it had many times in his career. He gently let it bounce. At least, that’s how he put it.

Henry got the assaulter subdued and handcuffed. “Why gave you the idea that hitting a police officer was a good idea?” he asked. The man wasn’t talking. No surprise. George, after giving himself a few minutes of getting through the initial pains, sat himself up and closed his eyes at the new pains that were radiating through his skull. “George?”

“Not the first time I’ve been hit in the head, Henry,” he tried. Attempting to stand up, wobble, and fall back down on his ass broke the thin illusion of wellness.

The other man made sure their suspect wouldn’t get up and move before checking George over. The chin was already piping up a glorious shade of red. His head wasn’t bleeding, but the area was tender, as he poked and prodded to make sure there wasn’t any breaks. “All right, George, how many fingers am I holding up?” he asked, holding up two of his fingers.

“Henry, what?”

“It’s something I’ve seen Ruthie do. She learned it from the doctors when she worked at the hospital and helping out at the clinic,” he said, That surprisingly sounded smart, but George took hits to the head normally, He didn’t have that much to worry about. “Something about making sure head trauma victims aren’t seeing more than they should. How many fingers am I holding up?”

Deciding that fine, he would open his eyes and try the counting fingers. The room was a little wobbly, but he saw the fingers. Not as cleanly as he should. “Are you holding a finger behind your hand?” he demanded.

Henry checked himself. No, he had his pointer and middle finger up in a v shape. His other hand was by his leg. “No.”

Oh, that’s not good then. “Well, two and a half fingers can’t be right then.” He waved off his partner’s immediate concern. “Give me a few hours and my head will go right back on as the day I came out of the womb.”

That didn’t stop the worry he had. “George, maybe you should see a doctor.”

The slightly older man sighed, “Henry, give me a few hours in a dark and quiet place, and for the most part it fixes itself.”

“For the most part? Which means-”

“Trust me, Henry. After three hours, if it’s still the wrong number of fingers, I’ll go to Doctor Ogden’s clinic when they don’t have any women patients.” Between the two of them carefully moving, they frogmarched their new suspect down to the Station.

#whumptober 2023 #no. 1 #how many fingers am i holding up?#fic #murdoch mysteries #George crabtree #henry higgins #whumptober2023

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