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[tealeavesandthorns]

"Thy tongue outvenoms all the worms of Nile" | Maria x Gareth - Days of Youth

Summer seemed to have come around fast for Maria, she had turned 18 in the March and since then her life had been filled with the final exams for her a-levels. Summer, therefore, was supposed to be a time for her to relax before university, to allow herself to have all those experiences 18 year olds were supposed to want...

Maria, despite the urging from both parents and grandparents though was still reading, studying, working hard just in case there was even the slimmest chance she hadn't passed something - which was highly unlikely.

It was fair, that they worried she wasn't living her young life to the fullest. Maria had few friends, buried herself in books and couldn't resist correcting people. She'd been called everything at school and college from know-it-all to brainiac and had been used by others, so they could copy her answers, more times than she cared to admit.

Better, she thought, even if her family didn't agree, to stick to books, be content with the people around her and not worry about what everyone else seemed to think she was lacking. Life was long, she'd have plenty of time for silliness when she was older. Her Grandfather was testament to that.

Maria had come to the pub to give the illusion she was getting out of the house, she had still brought a book and a notebook with her. She would read the book, from her reading list, like she did with others she might write an essay on, once for pleasure then once for study. Concentration was becoming difficult as the evening chatter from the patrons in the pub grew the noise level and her concentration was entirely shattered when not to far from her a group of men were shouting, cheering, egging each other on and one of them was quoting Shakespeare.

"Oh for goodness sake," Maria finally snapped, almost, but not quite slamming her book down on the table. Her tone befitting someone much older and more matronly. "the line is:

The strong necessity of time commands Our services awhile, but my full heart Remains in use with you. Our Italy Shines o’er with civil swords.

She put real emphasis on the words he had gotten wrong or mostly missed. "If you're going to disturb everyone's evenings rowdily quoting the bard the least you can do is get it right."

@dontcxckitup

#dontcxckitup #//here we go #I'm so excited about this haha

[brokenthimbles]

Gareth didn't say a word when he approached her, a thick, brown file in his grip. Still silent, he placed it in front of Wendy on the table and pushed it towards her, fingertips resting on its top. His gaze shifted up to meet hers. He had finally got her what Wendy had wanted and feared at the same time for years. The answers he knew she needed, but at the same time would destroy her. He hadn't read them, not feeling allowed to, really. It was her brother. Her grief. And he would only step in to share it with her if Wendy wanted him to.

The file contained of about seventy pages, and that was all he knew. On top of the brown carton was a big stamp reading "Confidential", and another one, "Eyes only". Inside, the first page was greeting the reader with a formal photo of a soldier, his full name and rank, and a few more dates. After that, the painful history of this man, Wendy's late brother, would start.

The moment she saw Gareth a smile that could brighten all of London appeared…. It always did when Wendy laid eyes on Gareth but as quickly as it came, she noticed the firm expression and apologetic eyes. Her expression softening worried about whatever had happened that day but then her eyes came the brown file. Bright red words greeting her. She didn’t have to open the folder to know what was inside, and she stood their frozen starring at the file now between her and Gareth on the table.

Her eyes filling with tears as she took a breath, deep…. Not realizing she had been holding it. The oxygen flowing back into her lungs caused her to look back up at G. In awe of the gift he had just given her, terrified of the truth it contained. She couldn’t move, speak, feel…. She felt frozen in that moment in time. Years of seeking answers now not only within reach but right there for the taking and she couldn’t move. Eyes cast down back at mocking envelope.

Answers.

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[consultingsister]

continued from -- @dontcxckitup

"Seven? Oh god no, all the women I know want you home by five. On the dot."

It's late. Past five. Past seven. This is Celia's, possibly final, attempt to convince Mallory to trust her. She's come off badly in the past and in an attempt to remedy that, she's going for sincere. And she brought really nice whiskey. "Did you ever want that? Wife and kids?"

#dontcxckitup #( v. main | rooting for the anti hero )

[kit-just-kit]

(*a teeny xmassy starter for @dontcxckitup*)

"Hey Gareth - What was Santa's favourite subject in school?"

"Chemis-tree!"

#dontcxckitup #feel free for him to throw something at her #cos honestly that is what I want to do right now lol #closed starter

[magicaemaxima]

@dontcxckitup you like any post of mine related to dionysia you get a dionysia starter, I don't make the rules, my gay brain does

"Hm. So, you work in the government?" Dionysia asked, trying to keep her tone from being condescending. She took a sip of her drink. "Interesting. What sort of position? Me, my work is sort of here and there, really. I own a few businesses. Some physical, some online companies." She shrugged. "It's mainly just an income source."

#dontcxckitup #{ the mother witch } ; dionysia

[mr007pennyworth]

{FROM HERE} @dontcxckitup

Gareth is definitely not happy. Alfred throws the bag full of clothes and washroom stuff into the backseat of the car and slides into the driver's side attaching the phone to the hands-free and pulling up directions to the hospital.

"Alright, I'm on my way, we'll deal with that when we come to it, I just need to know one last thing, I know you don't like them so do you want me to get you out of the hospital today, I just need a yes or no I can explain more when I get to you?"

It had been a long time since Alfred had seen the inside of St Thomas, he hoped the entrance to A&E was still the same.

#mr007pennyworth #ship; alf x gareth #dontcxckitup #bvs verse (irons) #Thread Tracker; Injured Gareth

[brooklynislandgirl]

@dontcxckitup {{from this starter}} "No, not really," she replies quietly. Not that Beth was ever really loud, even those few times he's seen her living in the moment, unguarded and lacking her natural inclination toward reticence. She offers him a wan smile and turns to put a bag on some empty space of his desk. "Don' me t' be some kine of nervous Nancy, but when you didn't turn up f' suppah, I figure mebbe you got caught up by work. Den I realise mebbe I shouldn't be in your hale wi'out you dere. I was gonna go in to check on a patient but wan stop by first an' bring you breakfast. I'm glad I did." She crosses the space between them, edges a hip onto the arm of his sofa, then runs gentle fingers through his hair. "If you t'ink you can manage t' sit up small kine, I can work some of dat tension out ya neck, shoulders. It'll help da headache."

#dontcxckitup #Leads a Life of Danger|Gareth Mallory #Beware of Pretty Faces|Gareth and Beth #London Calling|007 au

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @dontcxckitup (x)

"Better? No... Bloody hell, no. But it would make all of this easier."

#dontcxckitup #vera madan || threads #thank you so much!

[agent-scotch]

"I was in the army with a lot of other boys who often had one over the eight; group pressure is a thing. I think I know how to walk straight after a highball, after tequila."

"I bet it'd only take you one more high ball and you'd get lost on your way home."

"- What's the MI6 drinking game?"

@dontcxckitup

#dontcxckitup #rp #answered #asdfghjk

[authorofallyourpain]

@dontcxckitup

"Your death might not do anything for the world...but it will surely do something for me."

"Oh dear Mallory, are you still upset with me over your little bird?"

#dontcxckitup

[tealeavesandthorns]

@dontcxckitup liked the thing and gets a starter

"That, most certainly does not belong there." Maria's tone was frustrated as she looked down at the pile of messy papers on top of the box.

"Oh for goodness sake-" She shuffled the papers, all things she'd pulled out for Bond about a few days ago. She'd been wondering what he'd done with them and had hoped he'd returned them. "I'm going to murder him, very slowly and very painfully when he gets back from whatever island he's on." She muttered to herself before a noise at the end of the shelves caught her attention.

A sheepish look crossed her face when she realised it was M and he might have seen her losing her temper.

#//I didn't know if you'd want to continue the old stuff or just start a fresh so here is this randomness for you =) #also sorry I just up and disappeared like that #;maria thread #dontcxckitup

[brokenthimbles]

The Lt. Col. & The Nurse

@dontcxckitup​

Wendy wasn’t allowed to know where he had gone. Long had they admitted to one another that they had been in love, but he was still a soldier and it was his last assignment before being shackled to a desk. Wendy hated the idea of being stuck in the flat alone. In between letter and the few e-mails they shared Wendy had decided to do some volunteer work with Nurses without boarders. So for 8 weeks Wendy was off to a strange land, and off to some camp. Given her history even she was kept mostly in the dark. 

Donning her now green fatigue colored scrubs she was finally getting a tour of the grounds, but what caught her eye towards the edge of camp was a military base. Her home flag flying she smiled softly. Sarah, the other nurse having given her the tour noticed her fascination and continued the tour as if it had been a part of the original. 

"....and this is the camp we're not allowed to enter - soldiers are training here, it's all hush-hush and top secret for whatever reason.”

“Military operations.” she shrugged looking back into the camp when one soldier caught her eyes. Face covered with a scarf, and yet the way his shoulders shifted, stood tall with the ever so slight shift of weight that only Wendy would notice. Somehow, the universe had brought them closer together. 

"Oh," the Sarah says s she notices Wendy staring, "that one; that's the Lieutenant Colonel, I hear he's handsome - but aloof, you better not cross paths with him.” What had only been a guess, was now confirmed when she said his rank, but all she wanted was for him to turn around for him to know what she did....... worlds apart? They were still next door. 

#dontcxckitup #thread; worlds apart and yet together #oops

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY GRASSY ASS SISTER!!!!!! You're soooooo old now 😆 💚💚💚💚💚

BIRTHDAY ASKS FOR THE GREMLIN: ACCEPTING

II @dontcxckitup-m // @dontcxckitup

//HGKSJGHDKJSG THE GRASSY ASS SAGA CONTINUES! MAY IT NEVER DIE!!! 😩 BUT AHHHHH!!!! THANK UUUU SM FOR THIS CURSED BUT BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY MESSAGE CAZ! IM SENDING U A TON OF GREMLIN HUGS AND PUNCHES (affectionately) RN 😌 And it's truuuuuue! I may be an old gremlin now, but I'm still the same cursed, 0 braincelled, chaotic lil' gremlin and always will be, just as u will always be my unofficial official older internet sister/partner in burning a dock/bestie 5ever *tackle hugsss* 🥺💕💗//

#ooc;the gremlin behind the curtain #save; #//THANK U SM AGAIN FOR THIS BIIIIIISH! LOVEEE U 5 EVA AND EVA 😭// #//and bc/ u decided not to bully me today u get cake 😌// #answered ask; #dontcxckitup

[kit-just-kit]

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Relax and don't worry? Easier said than done. He knew what he had seen, and yet he felt as though his mind had gone insane. He had gone insane. "I'm not so certain about that..." Gareth muttered, putting his hands on his hips. "If that...client of yours...sees it more often? Not...in private. Not at home, not at work, but...outside? On the streets...in shops..." He knew he was vague, and he was sure Kit already knew he wasn't talking about some friend, but himself. But he felt awkward talking to her about it. Talking to anyone about it.

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There were only two courses of action she knew would work in such situations - pussy-foot around for a few minutes until she lost all patience and asked him outright what was going on, or just confront the truth right now. Kit had learned that in this life, one could not pussy-foot. In fact, pussy-footing only wasted precious time.

So, sliding another slice of pizza onto his plate then refilling his glass with Malbec, she indicated towards the chair opposite hers. Kit needed Gareth to be relaxed, as much as he could.

"Why don't you sit down, have a drink and then......tell me what's going on? What is it you've been seeing?".

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[hcspitaller]

So far, this idea of a blind date had failed on several levels. Julia had trusted Camille when she’d said the doctor, a noted pulmonologist, was charming and impeccably mannered. She idly wondered if her friend had been hood-winked about this man’s personality, or perhaps he was those things around married women.

Julia had spotted the dismay on the doctor’s face when he finally stood beside her, several inches shorter. His attempts at humor did not endear him, and the boys’ club of doctors he had introduced her to either eyed her like a piece of meat, or dismissed her entirely. It wasn’t the worst date she’d ever been on, but it was climbing the list as the night wore on.

She was not surprised when her date excused himself and disappeared completely. She would be giving Camille an earful come Monday night when they were on shift together.

Sipping on her glass of wine, she wandered the crowd, pausing to watch the dancers in the middle of the expansive room. As one of the many soirees put together in celebration of the queen’s jubilee, the decor was immaculate, silver and crystal and extremely exclusive. The attendees were some of the who’s who of the government, socialites, and numerous celebrities. Julia felt out of place, like a scruffy orphan that had ducked inside a lord’s manor to watch the nobility. She’d be damned if she let it show, though.

Her attention was drawn to a gentleman off to the side of the crowds, impeccably dressed but watching the whole room with the keenness of an eagle. He didn’t have the airs of a politician or a businessman, but of a soldier. Curious, she made her way over to him, settling in at his side a polite distance away, but within conversation range.

“Would you mind some company?” she asked him, glancing toward his profile. “I seem to have scared off my escort, but you don’t strike me as a man who spooks easily.” -- @dontcxckitup

#dontcxckitup #v. V - primum non nocere

[stxriesfromash]

a starter for @dontcxckitup

Cassandra sat in the passenger's seat of the car, staring out the tinted windows watching the world outside pass her by. She appeared to be lost in thought, her gaze a distance stare off into nothing; in her mind, however, her thoughts were swimming - drowning, even - in a whirlpool of her own making. She'd received her new orders, not just two hours ago, and was now on her way to meet with who would be her new employer for an indefinite time period. In truth, she wasn't given very much to go on, other than the fact that she would be meeting with a figure of high importance. In not so many words, her task was of top priority.

It would be a lie for her to she wasn't mentally exhausted - not too much that she wouldn't nor couldn't be able to do said mission - but to say the least she wasn't the most comfortable with undercover gigs; that specialty was best for Leiliana, her closest friend and equal within the Seekers. Where as Cassandra was known as the 'Right Hand of Divine Justinia V (her branch of Seekers' head of operations), Leiliana was the Left Hand, and much more of a spy and infiltrator type than she was. She had been assured, however, this time would favor Cassandra's expertise much more.

The car pulled into a long parking garage, the building she had not paid any attention to, although after exiting the car and following behind her escorts her sense of perception switch on - eyes taking in as much detail as she could around her as she was lead into the building, into an elevator, and towards the high upper floors.

Though stoic and composed in outward appearance, her nerves began to tighten. She didn't like being in the dark, not knowing what she was getting into; her only comfort were the trusting words of Justinia herself (and her Divine has never lead her astray before).

Through a set of doors she followed her escorts and stood attentive, hands at her sides with her head held high, her back arched taut. One of her escorts announced, "Sir. Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast," before stepping aside to reveal her.

#writing with gareth mallory (dontcxckitup) #dontcxckitup #(hope this is okay for you!) #got my eye on you (tracking threads) #i am the shield (cassandra and gareth) #standing as they charge ; hold steady the ground ; i won't back down (cassandra’s threads)