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Guess who got strep for the first time in fucking years.
Thats right.
This bitch.
#im dying#im literally dying#mil is gonna take little man for a bit so i can rest but fuck#im so tired and my whole head hurts and im coughing which makes it hurt worse
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Hey, love. 💞 I hope you’re having a WONDERFUL day! Can I request a Blurb w/ JJ x Fem! Reader? The Reader is John B’s younger sister, and it’s the Hot Tub Scene? JJ and the Reader planned on being married in the future. JJ fantasized buying her a gargantuan engagement ring, but the pair acknowledged they wouldn’t be able to afford it. However, alongside the Hot Tub, Generators, and Delivery, he bought her an engagement ring too? Angst w/ Fluff, please? Thank you! 💞
of course I can! sorry it took me a bit to get to this. I’ve had bad allergies n haven’t been in the mood to write. anyways, the scenario isn’t exactly the way it is in the episode but i made it pretty similar.
pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem! Reader
request: above.
warning: mentions of abuse, cussing, angst w/ fluff, and underage drinking.
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Title: Catch
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(thoughts are in italics and bold!)
I sit in the backseat of Pope’s truck listening to trees rustling and the tires driving over the old rocky pavement.
They seriously need to get this road redone.
“Guys, this has gotta be done before my scholarship interview in the morning” Pope says.
I roll my eyes.
Will he ever shut up about that?
Like, he’s smart as fuck.
You’ll get a scholarship somewhere.
“Oh my god, Pope” i say, making it clear i’m annoyed.
“What, Y/N?”
“Guys, no fighting” kiara adds while reaching for her seatbelt buckle.
Okay mom.
Pope parks his truck near some trees.
We all unbuckle our seatbelts quickly and hop out.
Pope and Kie are talking about the plan to get the gold.
I hate that John B gets into this shit.
This is exactly how our dad died.
He can’t die or I’ll have no one.
I walk to the back of the truck and slip my phone into my back pocket.
I lean against the truck while Pope and Kie talk.
I shoo away some nats.
“Damn nats” I say as I kill one.
I hear Kie laugh a little.
Suddenly a shit ton of lights come on around us.
We hear a whirring sound.
“What the hell?” Pope says.
I look over to them and back at the lights.
“Who the hell is that?” kie adds.
We all begin walking towards the center of all the lights hoping to find whoever the fuck did this.
I walk behind them and we hear a cork pop.
I cross my arms and nearly trip over a stick.
We stop and I see it’s my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.
“What did you do JJ?” Pope asks him clearly concerned.
JJ smiles a little, “i’ve got a jet going straight in my butt right now.”
“Y’all should get in immediately, you hear me?”
He grabs three glasses and pours the champagne.
I can tell he’s avoiding looking at me.
“Salud!” he says as he raises the champagne.
“How much did this cost?” Pope asks.
I look back and forth between Pope and JJ.
“Uh. well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery...uh, i’d say pretty much all of it”
“All of it?”
“Yeah, all of it”
He looks over at me and then back at Pope.
“You spent all of the money in one day?”
“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But I mean like, come on guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, at least that’s what they told me.”
I stare at JJ with a look of disappointment.
JJ looks over to me.
“Babe, what?” JJ asks.
“Can’t a man have a little luxury in his life! C’mon, all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’..i mean like...guys, we- y’know you only live once, right?” JJ says.
I look at Pope and Kie.
“Like, y/n couldn’t you use some fun in your life? You’ve been all down and shit since your-” he stops himself before finishing his sentence.
Asshole.
“Alright, enough of this emotional shit. Get in the cat’s ass. Come on.” he adds.
“In the what?” Kie asks.
“...in the cat’s ass. That’s what i named her” JJ says while looking off to the side.
It’s quiet for a maximum of 3 seconds.
“Oh, hey, yo, i almost forgot-”
JJ reaches forward and flips a switch and it turns on some disco ball.
“Yeah, that’s right, i know. Disco mode, baby” he says.
“Are you kidding me?!” Pope says in an agitated tone.
“You could’ve paid for restitution!” Pope yells.
“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie adds.
“Or added it to a fucking fund to get the hell out of here!” i yell.
JJ looks right at me.
“Or bought supplies to get the rest of the damn gold out of the well!” (pope)
JJ turns away and rubs his face.
“Okay, well, you know what?” JJ yells.
He stands up revealing purple and red marks on his stomach.
All these different thoughts began racing through my mind and I could feel my heartbeat speeding up.
Oh my god.
He said things were getting better at home.
...i’m gonna kill that motherfucker.
How can he do that shit to his own fucking kid?
Maybe it’s a good thing my mom dipped and my dad’s dead.
“I didn’t do that!” JJ yells.
“I got a hot tub! For my friends- you know what? No, screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!”
I look at him and tears start forming.
He looks over to me.
“And, I got something especially for you” he says as he reaches into his swim trunks pocket.
I look at him and he pulls out something small.
“Catch” (JJ)
I open my hands and catch a ring in my hand.
I take a look at it.
It’s not just any ring.
It’s a gargantuan engagement ring.
Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit
I look up at him.
“JJ…”
It’s silent for a few seconds.
I walk over to the hot tub and step on the ladder.
I get inside with him as he rants about ‘everything being fine’.
I pull him into a tight hug.
He starts crying into me.
“I love you” i whisper into his ear.
I rub his back.
It’s quiet as we hug.
Kie and Pope get in with us and we all hug JJ.
“I just wanna do the right thing and I thought-” he says.
“We know, we know. It’s okay, love” i say.
After a few minutes JJ calms down and Pope and Kie leave us.
*now sitting on the edge of the hot tub talking to JJ*
I mess with the ring in my fingers.
“JJ...I don't need some fancy ring” i say.
“I know, but I wanted such an..important ring to be nice”
I look over at him.
“So, this is an engagement ring?”
He smiles at me and nods.
“I know we’re still teenagers and...obviously you can’t exactly get parental consent. Plus, John B would totally kill me if we got married this young. But, we can still be engaged.” he says.
I smile at him and look back down.
“You know, you haven’t asked me”
He sighs and laughs softly.
He takes the ring from out of my hand and looks at me.
“Alright, Y/N Routledge, will you make me literally the happiest man in the world and marry me in a few years?”
I smile at him and bite my lip a little.
“Definitely, one thousand percent”
He smiles and grabs my left hand softly.
He slips the ring onto my ring finger and then places his hand on my face.
We kiss a couple times before I pull away.
I look at the ring on my finger.
Holy shit.
I’m like...engaged now.
What the fuck?
I contain my excitement and just smile.
“So, we could get married when we turn 18...or whenever using our share of the 400 mil and then get the fuck out of here. Away from the obx, away from the pogue bullshit, just...everything” he says.
I stare at him for a few seconds.
“Okay, as long as we can get a dog”
He smiles and nods.
“Named willow?”
“Of course, whatever you want” he says.
I smile at him and we kiss again.
We continue our night together and eventually head to my house.
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Hope you enjoy!
Once again, request whatever you would like.
I will also be experimenting with thing like ‘dating ___ would include…’ (i love those types of things lmao)
I might start writing a lot for atypical since i’ve gone back into my atypical phase (13rw as well but idk if ima write for that series or not).
Thanks for readinggg!
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#jjmaybank jjmaybank x reader obximagine outerbanks john b new writer jj x reader#jj maybank x fem!reader
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Boston Boys [Part One]
Summary: Dr. Aurelie Juneau treats someone in the emergency room she shouldn’t, and get a visit from her brother a few days later.
Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC
Word Count: 1700
Chapter Warnings: Hospital setting and treatment, mentions of guns, implied crime.
Square Filled: The entire series (bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo.
A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)
A busy emergency room wasn’t an unusual thing, especially in Boston, but tonight the chaos was weighing down on Aurelie. She pulled the magnet piece of her cochlear implant away from her head in an effort to drown out the sound for a few peaceful seconds. She stretched her neck from side to side, then rested her head in her hands. The near-silence was a welcome reprieve from the things weighing on her mind.
A tap on her shoulder prompted her to replace the magnet against her head and turn to see who was beckoning her. A nurse handed Aurelie a chart.
“The guy in room five is refusing to let anyone examine him or anything until he sees you. Says he’s got a lac, I see blood on his shirt.”
Aurelie frowned. “He seem legit?”
The nurse shrugged. “Seems like any run of the mill guy, middle class, whatever. We called security down, they’re waiting by the room.”
“All right.” She flipped through a few pages of the chart. “I don’t recognize the name, but I’ll check him out.”
She stood from the desk where she had been charting and skimmed over the rest of the chart as she walked. The curtain to room five was pulled closed for privacy, but the sliding doors were still open. Normally such a room would have been reserved for a psych patient or a near-trauma. Aurelie suspected that the nature of this patient’s refusal to speak to anyone but her had something to do with his room placement.
The request for her services was another common occurrence in the emergency room. Though no one, including most of her patients, particularly knew why she did it, Aurelie treated any injury or sickness that came into the ER, and she did so with a discretion that, at times, was outside of the law. Her casual manner about the treatments often went unnoticed by her co-workers, or didn’t bother any of them enough for them to speak up. If you lived in Boston and got tangled up in some mess that got you hurt but you didn’t want the authorities involved, you went to MassGen and asked for Dr. Juneau. That’s just the way it was.
Pulling the curtain to the side, she kept her facial expression neutral, as she would with any patient. She surveyed the man laying on the bed; at least six-two, maybe a buck-eighty in weight. Brown hair, face pale -- from his injury, Aurelie figured. She set the chart on the metal tray and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m Dr. Juneau. You asked for me?”
The man nodded. “I’ve heard that you’ll take care of someone and not put anything sketchy on the books.”
Aurelie licked her lips, pulling her bottom lip between her front teeth. She flipped on all of the lights in the room and surveyed the man again; his face was only vaguely familiar. Regardless, she wasn’t going to put herself on radar by causing a scene. So, she stepped out through the curtain again and told security they could go.
“He’s an old family friend, scared of hospitals. I’ll talk to him about it.”
The two guards who had come down from their bubble shrugged and left. Aurelie asked the nurse to give her a few minutes before she came back into the room. She donned a pair of gloves and disappeared back behind the curtain. After hooking him up to a heart monitor and a blood pressure cuff, she checked his temperature and respirations. With all of vitals noted, she took a seat on the rolling stool and asked where his laceration was located.
The man pulled his shirt up to reveal a cut above his left hip bone, pulling around to his abdomen. Aurelie positioned herself on the side of the bed and took a closer look at the cut.
“How’d you get this?”
“Does it matter?”
“Fair enough.” She rolled to the door and asked the nurse to bring a laceration kit. While she waited, Aurelie got a clean washcloth and doused it with sterilized water. She cleaned the dried blood from the area, then sat and waited in silence. When the nurse came with the lac kit, Aurelie sent the chart with her, and got ready to stitch the man up.
“This is gonna sting, but it’s better than taking the stitches raw,” Aurelie assured, injecting lidocaine to several places in and around the cut. She waited a little longer, then poked him with the needle again. When he didn’t even flinch, she knew she could start the stitches. “Do you need a tetanus shot?”
“Don’t think so.”
Other than that, she went to work in silence, quickly and neatly stitching up the cut, making sure the scar would be straight and minimal. The cut was halfway stitched when he spoke again.
“What’s that above your ear?”
Aurelie pursed her lips, completing two more stitches before answering him. “It’s called a cochlear implant. It helps me hear, to a certain degree.”
“You’re deaf?”
“I wasn’t always. Slowly started to lose my hearing as I got older, sometime in high school, it dropped out completely from the left side. Right side is there, but not nearly a hundred percent. They still don’t know why.” She bit her bottom lip as she struggled to knot the stitch she had just completed on. “My turn?”
He frowned. “What?”
“You asked me two questions. Now I get to ask you two questions, right?”
“I guess.”
Aurelie nodded. “Are you from Boston?”
He laughed. “The accent didn’t give it away?”
She smiled. “You needed to lighten up. It was worth wasting a question. What’s your real name?”
“My real name?”
“I know it’s not Boris Schmidt, even if that’s what’s on your chart.”
The man said nothing, and Aurelie knew better than to push the issue. They fell into silence again while Aurelie finished the stitches and bandaged the area. She left for a few minutes to fill out his dismissal papers, then returned to educate him on the aftercare.
“What are you going to put in my chart?”
Aurelie shrugged. “That you came in with a lac to your lower left flank and quadrant, there was no sign of infection or organ disturbance, that I stitched you up and sent you on your way. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
Aurelie snapped her gloves into the trash can and turned back to him. “You’re welcome. Good luck.”
At the curtain, Aurelie thought she caught him say something, but had to turn back around to ask him to repeat.
“John,” he smiled. “My name is John. Krasinski.”
Aurelie’s smile faded. “Krasinski?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, “it’s a weird one, I know.”
Aurelie nodded. “Do me a favor, John. Don’t tell anyone that I treated you.”
With that, she pulled the curtain closed behind her and went back to her desk to chart and catch up with her other patients.
GIF found via Pinterest search.
Three days later, another hospital shift. Fortunately, this night was not nearly as busy as her last shift. When Aurelie’s pager went off and she saw the code 613, she finished the current orders she was working on, then made way for the parking lot just outside of the emergency room lobby.
Her brother, Chris, was leaned against his car, a classic American muscle number, smoking a cigarette.
“You know this is a hospital, they’ll fine you for smoking outside of the designated area, dumbass.”
Chris turned with a chuckle, tossing the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the toe of his boot. “Better? Here. Your ma packed lunch for you.”
“That was nice of her,” Aurelie replied, taking the brown bag from him. “What’d she pack for you?”
“A nine mil and a wish that I wasn’t so much like my father. The usual.” He opened the driver’s side door of the car and reached in for another bag. “This is from him, by the way.”
Aurelie checked that no one was watching them and shoved the bag back at Chris. “I don’t want that shit, and you know it. I didn’t earn it, neither did you, neither did he. I don’t need it.”
“Aur, listen, all right? Hey, don’t make that damn face. Yeah, we’ve been over this a million times, we’re gonna fuckin’ go over it again. You’re his kid, whether you ever wanted to be or not. Maybe he’s not the dad you were born to, but he’s the one you ended up with. He’s just trying to take care of you.”
“He’s not over what happened. He still thinks my deafness is his fault, and if he pays me off long enough, I’ll come back to the family. Can’t you see that?”
Chris pursed his lips. “Why can’t you stop putting me in the middle of this?”
Aurelie groaned and tucked the extra bag into her white coat. “Fine.”
“All right.” He pulled another cigarette from the pack and held it between his lips but didn’t light it. “You been holdin’ up all right?”
“Yeah, of course. I can hold my own. You made sure of that.” She decided to take a chance and mention her patient from the other night. “Hey, you remember that guy who went to the high school, he was a year ahead of you -- John Krasinski?”
“Fuck that guy,” was Chris’s immediate response. “He and his family could jump into the river and not come back up and I’d keep walking.”
“Tell me how you really feel,” Aurelie snorted. “So that thing with your family and his, that’s still a thing?”
Chris nodded, tossing his cigarette lighter up and down in the palm of his hand. “Hell yeah, it’s still a thing. They’ll learn one day that we run shit, though. What made you think of him?”
“I don’t know. Random thought, I guess.”
The expression on her brother’s face told Aurelie he was going to be watching her carefully over the coming weeks. She thanked him for the food and went back into the hospital, careful to put the bag of money into her backpack before anyone else suspected something was amiss.
AllOfTheThings: @captain-s-rogers @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @hurricanerin @horsesandbandsforlife @im-not-an-armrest-im-short @captain-rogers-beard @shynara51 @sea040561 @anxiouskore @pinknerdpanda @xtina2191 @jackryanplz @beakami @heartsaved @fullprunerebelstatesman @blackwidowismyhomegirl
Boston Boys: @atc74 @the-murder-strut-murdered-me @becs-bunker @shield-agent78 @patzammit @crazyandanonymous4u
#chris evans#john krasinski#crossover#fanfiction#criminal!au#queue and i remember budapest very differently
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Thoughts on 2gether ep8
Sarawat serenading Tine in the bathroom is some next level wooing techniques
I love how much more relaxed and happy they both seem now after their talk in the previous ep
Tine accepts Sarawat’s flirting with a happy smile and a fond “asshole” that doesn’t even sounds like an insult anymore and Sarawat
god SARAWAT
this ep made me love him even more and how is that even possible
the way he lets his real self shine through now that he’s flirting for real and he’s just a happy clingy baby in love with this beautiful boy and just
PRECIOUS BABY BOY MUST BE PROTECTED
he’s still one hot motherfucker though the way he got right in that asshole’s face even though they threatened him
also can we agree that attacking someone because your girlfriend liked his posts is the DUMBEST fucking thing and those morons should get punched
slight sidenote rant - I have never been able to understand TV logic that when person A’s partner flirts with person B it’s person B that should take the blame; whyyyyyy? if your partner decided to cheat on you or flirt or whatever else that’s on THEM, not the person they’re flirting with, that person might not even know that they already have a partner and you should be angry with your lover and not the random stranger who was unfortunate enough to be the obssession of your girlfriend
rant over sorry
Sarawat roasting Dim in front of everyone with zero hesitation or regret is what true friendship is all about; also it was hilarious
“I want to call him nuisance for the rest of my life” WELL OK you didnt have to propose right then and there but I guess it’s ok going by Tine’s lovestruck smile
I like how none of Tine’s friends find it even a little bit surprising that Wat likes him for real
the Braincell(TM) is working today!
“You are probably just shaken by someone else taking care of you for once” aaaand the Braincell(TM) is gone again
but no, jokes aside, I really love this scene and the gang’s advice to Tine both when he was describing how Wat makes him feel and when he expressed doubts that what he feels really is love; because like we know that Tine does have feelings for him but from the characters’ POV it could just as easily be just what they said - Tine just being overwhelmed by having someone else do the chasing and flirting qhen in the past it’s always been him and nobody’s done that for him before
also I like how this whole shenanigans have made it extra clear how disinterested Tine has become in chasing anyone else anymore
the friends *arguing loudly* Tine and Wat *staring at each other like the rest of the world is no more*
it be like that someone I guess
aww, Mil went to check on Phukong (did I get his name finally??) and then that whole scene with him pretending he’s got no clue who Sarawat is got me laughing so much
slight sidenote rant 2 - well, not so much a rant, I guess but more like confusion; I dont really get why a lot of people seem to think Mil is a terrible asshole who doesnt deserve anything; like so far I dont see him doing anything bad? (unless he really did send his friends to attack Wat but I HIGHLY doubt that so until next ep I’m gonna aasume he didn’t) aside from the fact that he’s not interested in Phukong and didn’t want to be bothered by him at the start but like that’s not really his issue? Phukong was the one who turned up and decided to pursue Mil and even bothered him at work till he argeed so like I’m just ???? over the whole thing
Man is a wholeass idiot huh? I’m kind of starting to picture the dynamic between him and Type and I’m kind of liking it
I’m glad though that his plan fell through so spectacularly and now he can be honest when they meet again
also Earn’s take no shit attitute is AWESOME I LOVE HER
Sarawat realised that Tine will take care of him if he he’s hurt or upset and now it’s time for the rise of baby!Sarawat
I love that for me
also that whole scene with Tine cleaning up his wounds was so cute and lovely and Wat was the most adorable thing I absolutely dint expect this from him and I LOVE that we got to see this side of him
also the fact that Tine wasn’t even a little bit freaked out about the boob grab and just fondly scolded him with the most lovesick smile on his face? that’s growth right there
AND THEN WE GET THIS PERFECTION OF A SCENE STRAIGHT OUT OF GOLD STAR FANFIC
Tine going to Wat’s game dressed in his football shirt and shorts like Wat asked him to
that Proud as Fuck(TM) smile on his face when he took off his top to show Sarawat
the look on Wat’s face when he saw Tine
and then he went back to Wat and gave him all the excuses he needed to keep chasing after him because Tine is IN this now and he’s not getting out
also I’m laughing at the fact that he deadass ran to Sarawat’s game without even stopping to let the girl know or leave her a note or anything he just LEFT to go to his man and that’s that on that
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Boston Boys [Part One]
Summary: Dr. Aurelie Juneau treats someone in the emergency room she shouldn’t, and get a visit from her brother a few days later.
Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC
Word Count: 1700
Chapter Warnings: Hospital setting and treatment, mentions of guns, implied crime.
A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)
A busy emergency room wasn’t an unusual thing, especially in Boston, but tonight the chaos was weighing down on Aurelie. She pulled the magnet piece of her cochlear implant away from her head in an effort to drown out the sound for a few peaceful seconds. She stretched her neck from side to side, then rested her head in her hands. The near-silence was a welcome reprieve from the things weighing on her mind.
A tap on her shoulder prompted her to replace the magnet against her head and turn to see who was beckoning her. A nurse handed Aurelie a chart.
“The guy in room five is refusing to let anyone examine him or anything until he sees you. Says he’s got a lac, I see blood on his shirt.”
Aurelie frowned. “He seem legit?”
The nurse shrugged. “Seems like any run of the mill guy, middle class, whatever. We called security down, they’re waiting by the room.”
“All right.” She flipped through a few pages of the chart. “I don’t recognize the name, but I’ll check him out.”
She stood from the desk where she had been charting and skimmed over the rest of the chart as she walked. The curtain to room five was pulled closed for privacy, but the sliding doors were still open. Normally such a room would have been reserved for a psych patient or a near-trauma. Aurelie suspected that the nature of this patient’s refusal to speak to anyone but her had something to do with his room placement.
The request for her services was another common occurrence in the emergency room. Though no one, including most of her patients, particularly knew why she did it, Aurelie treated any injury or sickness that came into the ER, and she did so with a discretion that, at times, was outside of the law. Her casual manner about the treatments often went unnoticed by her co-workers, or didn’t bother any of them enough for them to speak up. If you lived in Boston and got tangled up in some mess that got you hurt but you didn’t want the authorities involved, you went to MassGen and asked for Dr. Juneau. That’s just the way it was.
Pulling the curtain to the side, she kept her facial expression neutral, as she would with any patient. She surveyed the man laying on the bed; at least six-two, maybe a buck-eighty in weight. Brown hair, face pale -- from his injury, Aurelie figured. She set the chart on the metal tray and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m Dr. Juneau. You asked for me?”
The man nodded. “I’ve heard that you’ll take care of someone and not put anything sketchy on the books.”
Aurelie licked her lips, pulling her bottom lip between her front teeth. She flipped on all of the lights in the room and surveyed the man again; his face was only vaguely familiar. Regardless, she wasn’t going to put herself on radar by causing a scene. So, she stepped out through the curtain again and told security they could go.
“He’s an old family friend, scared of hospitals. I’ll talk to him about it.”
The two guards who had come down from their bubble shrugged and left. Aurelie asked the nurse to give her a few minutes before she came back into the room. She donned a pair of gloves and disappeared back behind the curtain. After hooking him up to a heart monitor and a blood pressure cuff, she checked his temperature and respirations. With all of vitals noted, she took a seat on the rolling stool and asked where his laceration was located.
The man pulled his shirt up to reveal a cut above his left hip bone, pulling around to his abdomen. Aurelie positioned herself on the side of the bed and took a closer look at the cut.
“How’d you get this?”
“Does it matter?”
“Fair enough.” She rolled to the door and asked the nurse to bring a laceration kit. While she waited, Aurelie got a clean washcloth and doused it with sterilized water. She cleaned the dried blood from the area, then sat and waited in silence. When the nurse came with the lac kit, Aurelie sent the chart with her, and got ready to stitch the man up.
“This is gonna sting, but it’s better than taking the stitches raw,” Aurelie assured, injecting lidocaine to several places in and around the cut. She waited a little longer, then poked him with the needle again. When he didn’t even flinch, she knew she could start the stitches. “Do you need a tetanus shot?”
“Don’t think so.”
Other than that, she went to work in silence, quickly and neatly stitching up the cut, making sure the scar would be straight and minimal. The cut was halfway stitched when he spoke again.
“What’s that above your ear?”
Aurelie pursed her lips, completing two more stitches before answering him. “It’s called a cochlear implant. It helps me hear, to a certain degree.”
“You’re deaf?”
“I wasn’t always. Slowly started to lose my hearing as I got older, sometime in high school, it dropped out completely from the left side. Right side is there, but not nearly a hundred percent. They still don’t know why.” She bit her bottom lip as she struggled to knot the stitch she had just completed on. “My turn?”
He frowned. “What?”
“You asked me two questions. Now I get to ask you two questions, right?”
“I guess.”
Aurelie nodded. “Are you from Boston?”
He laughed. “The accent didn’t give it away?”
She smiled. “You needed to lighten up. It was worth wasting a question. What’s your real name?”
“My real name?”
“I know it’s not Boris Schmidt, even if that’s what’s on your chart.”
The man said nothing, and Aurelie knew better than to push the issue. They fell into silence again while Aurelie finished the stitches and bandaged the area. She left for a few minutes to fill out his dismissal papers, then returned to educate him on the aftercare.
“What are you going to put in my chart?”
Aurelie shrugged. “That you came in with a lac to your lower left flank and quadrant, there was no sign of infection or organ disturbance, that I stitched you up and sent you on your way. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
Aurelie snapped her gloves into the trash can and turned back to him. “You’re welcome. Good luck.”
At the curtain, Aurelie thought she caught him say something, but had to turn back around to ask him to repeat.
“John,” he smiled. “My name is John. Krasinski.”
Aurelie’s smile faded. “Krasinski?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, “it’s a weird one, I know.”
Aurelie nodded. “Do me a favor, John. Don’t tell anyone that I treated you.”
With that, she pulled the curtain closed behind her and went back to her desk to chart and catch up with her other patients.
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Three days later, another hospital shift. Fortunately, this night was not nearly as busy as her last shift. When Aurelie’s pager went off and she saw the code 613, she finished the current orders she was working on, then made way for the parking lot just outside of the emergency room lobby.
Her brother, Chris, was leaned against his car, a classic American muscle number, smoking a cigarette.
“You know this is a hospital, they’ll fine you for smoking outside of the designated area, dumbass.”
Chris turned with a chuckle, tossing the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the toe of his boot. “Better? Here. Your ma packed lunch for you.”
“That was nice of her,” Aurelie replied, taking the brown bag from him. “What’d she pack for you?”
“A nine mil and a wish that I wasn’t so much like my father. The usual.” He opened the driver’s side door of the car and reached in for another bag. “This is from him, by the way.”
Aurelie checked that no one was watching them and shoved the bag back at Chris. “I don’t want that shit, and you know it. I didn’t earn it, neither did you, neither did he. I don’t need it.”
“Aur, listen, all right? Hey, don’t make that damn face. Yeah, we’ve been over this a million times, we’re gonna fuckin’ go over it again. You’re his kid, whether you ever wanted to be or not. Maybe he’s not the dad you were born to, but he’s the one you ended up with. He’s just trying to take care of you.”
“He’s not over what happened. He still thinks my deafness is his fault, and if he pays me off long enough, I’ll come back to the family. Can’t you see that?”
Chris pursed his lips. “Why can’t you stop putting me in the middle of this?”
Aurelie groaned and tucked the extra bag into her white coat. “Fine.”
“All right.” He pulled another cigarette from the pack and held it between his lips but didn’t light it. “You been holdin’ up all right?”
“Yeah, of course. I can hold my own. You made sure of that.” She decided to take a chance and mention her patient from the other night. “Hey, you remember that guy who went to the high school, he was a year ahead of you -- John Krasinski?”
“Fuck that guy,” was Chris’s immediate response. “He and his family could jump into the river and not come back up and I’d keep walking.”
“Tell me how you really feel,” Aurelie snorted. “So that thing with your family and his, that’s still a thing?”
Chris nodded, tossing his cigarette lighter up and down in the palm of his hand. “Hell yeah, it’s still a thing. They’ll learn one day that we run shit, though. What made you think of him?”
“I don’t know. Random thought, I guess.”
The expression on her brother’s face told Aurelie he was going to be watching her carefully over the coming weeks. She thanked him for the food and went back into the hospital, careful to put the bag of money into her backpack before anyone else suspected something was amiss.
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5 times Sonny cooks Rafi non-Italian food because hes secretly worried that Rafi will get bored with him/Italian food + 1 time Rafi with the help of mama Carisi makes Sonny cannolis and reassures him that he'll never get bored.
I have written an elaborate scene where Rafael makes cannoli with Ma Carisi, so I’m gonna redirect you there: Got it coming.
1.
Rafael outright smacks, a little bit of BBQ sauce sticks to the corner of his mouth. Sonny grins, extremely proud of himself. He knew he’d be able to pull that off and still he’s happy how exceptionally good his idea has turned out.
Rafael sits there just in his undershirt, a lovely sight alone, a cloth is put into the front which Sonny finds incredibly adorable. With an enthusiam and a childish joy Sonny had barely seen on his man Rafael bites into the hamburger, not minding getting his hands and face dirty.
“Good?” Sonny asks.
“Fucking good!” Rafael answers with a full mouth.
2.
Sonny had seen the recipe on television and as he knows Rafael prefers to eat lighter stuff in the evening decided to give it try. It’s easily done and Sonny takes a good ten minutes to decorate the two plates with all the finesse he finds in his long fingers. He knows Rafael enjoys good aesthetics after all.
“Voilà, shrimps and grits!”
“Shrimps and grits?” Rafael furrows his brow, but sits down at the kitchen table all the same.
“I wanted to try something new.”
“Southern cuisine, ha? We could have just ordered Chinese.”
Rafael tries a good mouthful and lets out an appreciative groan. Sonny looks at him confused for a moment, he took so much consideration into this lovely dinner and Rafael offers to order in. In the end, Sonny sighs. The way Rafael shovels the dish into his mouth tells him that he must have hit his taste. Still all Sonny can think about is that he hasn’t even taken a picture of the dish.
3.
It’s around noon when Sonny calls Rafael, expecting him to sit in his office.
“Did you call to ask me if I finished my lunch?”
“Actually, to ask you how you liked it?”
“Carmen makes fun of me because my bf cooks me lunch and puts it in Tupperware. As if I’m a fucking school boy.”
Sonny lets out a groan. “I can’t let you starve, can I? Unlike her.”
“Leave Carmen out of this.”
“You put her on the table.”
“It was exceptionally good, okay?”
“Yeah? I was afraid the curry would be too spicy.”
“It was spicy but you know I fucking love it. Thanks for the reflux in advance.”
“Actually, I put in some spices that should prevent that from happening. Indians say…”
“You’re very considerate, mi amor. And you know, I love that but you really don’t need to try so hard. I love you either way. Your food’s just a nice addition.”
“Uh,” Sonny feels thrown off guard for a moment. “I just-”
Rafael laughs at the other end. “I love you, Sonny. And thanks for the curry, but I might need to hide the Tupperware before Cutter sees it.”
4.
“Sushi?”
“Yeah!” Sonny grins.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Try it, I know it doesn’t look so skilled but try.”
“We could have just went to that sushi place around the corner, you didn’t need to do this…” Rafael gestures into his messy kitchen. Countless utensils splattered across the counter tell a story of Sonny’s efforts.
“Stop saying things like that.”
“You worked all day, you really don’t need to cook such elaborate meals.”
“I wanna keep things exciting. Now eat!”
Rafael already has the second sushi roll in his mouth and just gives him a thumbs up.
5.
Sonny’s heart is in his mouth.This is really a dare but he dared it.
He has put red roses on the table, some candles, dimmed the light. Some calm music (okay, sex music). Sonny is sitting there in front of the Cuban sandwich at the kitchen table, naked safe for his boxers and waits for Rafael to come home.
Rafael smirks when he walks into the scene. And he seems to be pretty distracted by Sonny at first.
Sonny pretends to not notice and nods to the Cuban sandwhich.
To his dismay, Rafael laughs when he sees it.
“Lucky for you my mother is terrible at making those so I’ll be happy one way or the other.”
“If you’re trying to compliment me, you don’t.”
Sonny pouts and Rafael leans down to kiss his pursed lips.
“I appreciate it, thank you! But I still don’t get your journey through the cuisines of the world.”
“I don’t want you to be bored.” Sonny shrugs his shoulders, pretending it’s not a big deal. Rafael considers him for a long moment. Then he sits down and compliments Sonny’s sandwich.
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Rafael leans against the kitchen counter, pretends to listen to Sonny’s mother and is texting Sonny to hurry up.
“Rafael, what exactly are you planning to contribute?”
Rafael looks up from his phone. “Uh, I can just pretend to whip some cream when Sonny comes in.”
He misses Maria Carisi’s eyeroll, but when he hears Sonny entering his parent’s house he nearly trips over himself and drops his phone to tear the whisker out of his mil’s hand.
“Hey look at you!”
Sonny gives his mother a quick kiss on the cheeks. She smiles and with a look back to Rafael she leaves the two men alone.
“I kinda thought you were joking when you sent this pic of making cannoli with my ma!”
“I was not.”
Rafael keeps on pretending to be busy with the ricotta cream but he bends his head back to be kissed. And Sonny kisses him. He engages him in nothing else than a searing kiss.
“Rafi.” Sonny smiles, so warmly that Rafael’s chest blossoms. “This is so incredibly sweet, I love it but you didn’t have to-”
“Shut up!”
“You also don’t have to, but this is to show you how much I love you cooking. Especially your Italian dishes.”
“What?”
“Don’t think I didn’t love all these dishes, but Sonny, seriously? I fell in love with you making lasagna, Bologna sandwiches and pizza. Nothing has changed.”
Sonny looks baffled for a moment, then he blushes. “I just didn’t want you to get bored with me.”
Finally Rafael leaves the whisker alone and wraps his arms around Sonny. He bends his head up and kisses Sonny’s chin. “I’m planning to bore myself to death with you for the rest of my life.”
Sonny wrinkles his brows. “What?”
“I want to eat cannoli and tiramisu forever and still everyday will be a bliss because of you.”
Rafael sees the emotions in Sonny’s face and maybe even a tear glistening. There is nothing left to do then engage him in another deep kiss.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. But Rafi?”
“Yeah?”
“Smuggle that apron out of here later, wil ya?”
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The Wind (pt 3)
Pairing: Sandor Clegane/The Hound x reader
Summary: You, Sandor and Arya lie to an old farmer in order to get a roof over your head for the night. Sandor later explains to you why he never robbed you.
Warnings: language, robbing.
Notes: I’ll be going on vacation tomorrow, so I won’t be posting anything for three weeks! But I’ll get going on part 4 when I get back:)
PART 1 - PART 2
Feedback is appreciated x
The three of you had gotten on with your trip first thing in the morning as usual. After a few hours on the road, you had stopped by a river beside the road for a small break before finding a place to spend the night.
As you were letting your horses have a sip of water, you saw an old man and a young girl came by on a carriage being dragged behind a horse.
"Seven blessings to you," the old man greeted you, making Arya and Sandor turn their heads towards the man on the road.
"What the fuck do you want?" Sandor was quick to answer the man.
"What are you doing on my land?"
"Well it's my land, I'm standing on it."
You were quick to intervene with the conversation, afraid that Sandor would get himself in trouble with his rude attitude.
"We're just watering the horses, we'll be on our way," you said to the man, giving Sandor a warning look. "Excuse my husband, he was wounded in the war. He hasn't been quite the same since. We barely made it out alive; he barely managed to save our daughter from our burning cottage." You put your hand on Aryas back and you could feel her posture stiffen. "You should've seen him, running into the flames to save her." The man's facial expression went soft as you finished your little introduction. Looking back over at Sandor, he looked confused, but he went with it.
"I'm so sorry," the man said. "What house did he fight for?"
"The Tullys of Riverrun," you said shooting your shot.
"Any man who has bled for House Tully is welcome on my land," the man said and sighed. "There's a storm coming. You'll be wanting a roof tonight." As the words left the man's mouth Aryas face shot up to look at you, a smile on her face. "There's fresh hay in the barn. And Sully here makes rabbit stew like her mother used to do," the man said and looked at the girl beside him, who apparently was his daughter. "That'd be greatly appreciated," you said and bowed your head in appreciation, keeping up the kind persona.
"Our cottage is right up ahead," he said and nodded his head forward and got on his way.
As the man was out of sight, both Arya and Sandors heads shot towards you.
"I knew it was a good idea bringing you along," Sandor said, looking at you. "You've done that before."
"I've worked with people my whole life, I know my way around them," you said and smirked. "Let's go. And remember to keep up your personas, we don't wanna get in any unnecessary problems," you said as you got back on your horse.
You arrived at a house, tied up your horses and went inside. As you opened the door, the old man was putting wood in the fireplace and the girl was standing in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Ah, there you are," the man said and turned to face you. "Please, have a seat. My daughter is making us some dinner."
The three of you sat down by the table and waited for the food. The old man sat down opposite you. "So, how old is your daughter?" the man asked you and Sandor. You quickly realized none of you actually knew how old she was.
"I'm 13," Arya quickly answered.
"Right. They grow up so fast, don't they," you said, playing along the best you could.
"Right," the man chuckled. "Not much of a talker, your husband."
"No, he's uh... he was badly wounded in the war, you see," you said and looked at Sandor. You had figured he was better off keeping his mouth shut.
"I see. And how long have you been married?"
"Oh, I don't know, how long as it been, love?" you said and put your hand over his hand resting on the table. Sandor looked stressed out and almost offended. You figured you might as well have your fun annoying him with your little role-play. "Seems like a bloody lifetime, if you ask me."
The man chuckled. "Marriage can feel quite draining at times, being bound to someone in the name of the Gods. But in the end, it is the most sacred thing there is. My wife, the mother of my daughter, she died a few moons back. A bunch of Frey raiders came plundering, took her life while they were at it. You better appreciate the people in your life while you have them. They could be gone before you know it," the man said and looked you in your eyes, meaning every word he said. You could tell he had been badly hurt before.
You just nodded your head, speechless. "We will."
Before you could continue your conversation, the girl called for the man to help her in the kitchen. When the man left, Sandor turned to you.
"You're having your fun with this, aren't you?" he said, his face stern.
"I am. I try not to take my life too seriously, it gets too boring. You should try it sometime, I could teach you a lot of things," you said jokingly and rubbed your arm against his, smirking.
The man and the girl came out of the kitchen bearing bowls and a pot of stew. As they sat down, the man folded his hands.
"We ask the Father to judge us with mercy. We ask the Mother to bless our crops. We ask the Warrior to give us courage."
"Are you gonna do all seven of the fuckers?" Sandor said, interrupting the old man's prayer.
"Father!" Arya shouted at him.
The old man finished his prayer, and the second he unfolded his hands Sandor grabbed the pot of stew and poured some into his bowl, Arya doing the same. You smiled apologetically at the old man before helping yourself to a serving.
After eating for a few minutes, the old farmer broke the silence.
"You really look like you could swing that sword," he said to Sandor. "You've got nice armor and all. Raiders won't stand a chance against you in a fight. How about you stay here until the new moon? You and your family? I could use a man to help me with the farm work. Any thieves come around, one look at you and they'd be off running." Sandor stopped eating and looked at you for a second before turning back to the man. "What'll you pay?" he asked. You gave him a stern look, wondering what he was getting himself into.
"I don't have much. But I've hidden quite a bit of silver from the thieves. What do you say?"
"Fine, we'll stay till the new moon."
You finished your dinner in silence. You were all caught up in your thoughts about why Sandor agreed to stay with this farmer. You thought he was eager to get Arya to her aunt and collect his money.
Suddenly it became obvious to you. He was going to rob the farmer. It was the only reason he had agreed to work for him, to gain his trust, enough for Sandor to be able to go ahead and steal his silver that he previously had told us about.
After dinner, the old farmer showed the three of you to the barn where you were to spend the night. Arya was quick to hit the hay, quite literally. You and Sandor ended up laying weirdly close to each other in the big open barn, though you didn't mind. The feeling of his presence beside you made you feel weirdly comfortable and safe, even sleepy. You laid in silence for quite a while before you finally broke the silence.
"You're not serious about working for that man, are you?" you finally asked him.
"Why're you saying that?" he responded.
"Because I know you're eager to get rid of the girl, get your ransom money." You turned to look at him, he was already looking at you.
"Then I think you know what I'm about to do."
"I can't stop you, can I?"
"Afraid not, I've already made my mind up. There's no changing it. He'll be dead come winter. A dead man doesn't need his silver. " He turned his head away from you and looked into the ceiling. "You could help me out though - make the job easier. I'm sure you're good at that kind of stuff - tying people up and robbing them."
"I'm better at killing them."
You sighed. The old farmer was a good man, he had fed you and given you a roof over your heads. But Sandor was right. He was weak and poor, he wouldn't survive for very long. But it was wrong.
"Don't you think he even deserves a chance at surviving the winter?"
"There's no need, I think we both know he won't survive it. I'm not bloody murdering the man, I'm just taking his silver." You didn't say anything for a while. He was right, but at the same time, you thought the man at least deserved a chance. "Get some sleep, woman. I won't be robbing anyone until I've had some damn rest."
After listening to Sandor's heavy breathing for a while, you eventually fell asleep, exhausted from today's adventures.
You were awoken by the rustling in the hay beside you. Opening your eyes you saw Sandor getting up. It was morning, judging from the sun shining into the barn hitting your face.
"Where are you going?" you asked Sandor, not yet remembering your conversation from last night.
"I'm going to get my damn silver."
"Wait, Sandor," you said sitting up. He stopped in front of the door of the barn, blocking the sun. "Rethink this, will you?"
He sighed. "You're too good. I'm surprised you've survived this long all by yourself," he said, looking at you. "I'm doing this with or without you." He turned around and walked out of the barn. You were debating if you were to join him or not.
You considered all of the bad things you had done and came to the conclusion that this was nothing compared to it. This was the reality you were living in. You had to do what you had to do to survive. You had nothing but respect for the people going out of their way in order to survive in this horrid world you were living in. It takes a lot of courage and determination from a person to go to great lengths to survive.
After a while of debating, you got up and hurried out of the barn to see the old farmer and his daughter being tied up by Sandor.
"Please, in the name of the seven, I beg you!" the old farmer begged Sandor. He spotted you walking towards them. "Please, Y/N, Milady!" Sandor was quick to finish tieing them up and looked at you before walking inside to find their silver. You walked past the farmer and his daughter and gave them an apologetic smile as you followed Sandor inside.
"Ough to find their bloody silver. The old man said he hid it from the thieves," he said, rustling through their things. "Help me out."
You started looking in their cupboards. It didn't take long for Sandor to walk out the door with a bag of silver in his hands. You followed him outside.
"What did you do?!" Arya said from behind you. You turned around to look at her; she looked frustrated.
"We're leaving - go saddle your horse," Sandor quickly replied.
"They took us in! They gave us food and you rob them?" Arya ran after him.
"They'll be dead come winter, they won't be needing their damn silver. They should be glad I didn't bloody kill them while I was at it."
"You two are the worst shits ever! I can't believe you!"
"You ought to calm down," you said walking up to the two. "You should consider yourself lucky being stuck with us. There are plenty of worse shits in this land. At least we're keeping you alive." Arya didn't say much as you saddled your horses and got on your way. After riding for what seemed like hours, you decided to ask Sandor a question that had been on your mind for a while.
"How come you never robbed me?" He turned his head and looked at you confused. "You know I have a lot of money - way more than the little family you just robbed. Why haven't you just robbed me?"
Sandor kept quiet for a while. "I don't want to rob you," Sandor said, breaking the silence. You turned to look at him.
"Why?"
He groaned. "Do I need a bloody reason?" he spat. You decided to let the topic go as to not annoy him. He's not a man you want to annoy. "I haven't robbed you because I don't want to bloody rob you. I don't think you're deserving of it."
"Why?" Sandor turned to look at you.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. "I've come to quite enjoy your company," he said slowly. You knew it took a lot from him to admit it. You felt touched by his honesty and his fondness of you. You felt your cheeks get warm and a smirk forcibly crept onto your face at the thought of Sandor's subtle compliment.
"I quite enjoy your company as well," you admitted. You turned to look at each other and chuckled lightly.
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Ash x Ceil fic? I suggested it earlier in a different context :P
“Am I taking requests?” Kinda… if you send it in I’ll write it eventually… but I do prefer angst most of the time soooo :p
For those that don’t know, Ciel is an OC who’s technically from an original story of mine, but sometimes shows up in R6 stuff I write just cause he’s also JTF 2.
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This time, it was Ciel who asked for help, and Rainbow answered. Ash hadn’t seen him since Buck and Frost were first recruited, and when they… well, just leave it the fact that they know each other. But for a budding romance that was already so slow to start, she doesn’t know if he would ever be interested in someone like her for more than just a one night stand. She was intense, stuck-up, and just had to be in control, and he was trying to keep himself from falling back into a similar pattern. And for good reason. Uncertainty tends to kill romance, and she thinks she sees that here too.
Warnings: Mentions of injuring, gunfights, cannon typical violence. (~2.4k words)
“You again?”
Ciel looked away from the blueprints of the building they were preparing to infiltrate. There were strings and pins around the map like he had spent hours on it, but they weren’t the focus of his attention anymore. “You’re part of a Canadian op. Who else were you expecting?”
“Excuse me, ma’am,” another man bumped into her as he went to stand by Ciel. No doubt, despite the impressive stripes on the newer man’s shoulder, Ciel was still higher rank. He always had to be on top, that bastard. He wasn’t even in his fucking uniform, the slob.
As if he read her mind, he looked up and smirked. “Do you plan on joining us anytime soon?”
Ash rolled her eyes and stepped in to take a closer look at the pins. “Sledge and Blitz will be here soon. They had to stop by and get some kind of special badge to walk around.”
“And you made it here first?” The stranger chimed in. His name tag said Millier though, so that must’ve been his last name.
Ciel smirked and looked back up at his own pins. “Ne sois pas méchant. She’s a guest.” Ash just rolled her eyes.
During the briefing, Ciel was calm and didn’t seem to make a big deal out of the op. It was simple. Go in, clear, and get out. No secondary objectives or anything. However, a simple op like that wasn’t why you called in an international org like Rainbow. All these thoughts were over ridden the entire time though because Ash swore that he was making fun of her for something. His eyes seemed to stay on her for a moment longer than the others, and it made her wonder if he was trying to tell her something more subtle. So, afterwards, she stayed behind.
“Something wrong, Ash?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“Well, I’ve never been better, thanks for asking.” He took a seat on the table so one leg was off the other ground, but the other was still touching the floor. Even now, he seemed in control. As he always was. From the moment she met him to now, this was always how he was.
“There’s nothing else?” She didn’t misread him. For how guarded he was, his patterns were quite simple. “I know you, you know?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to come out around town with me and Millier tomorrow. Bring your team if you’d like. I know Millier wants to hear about your work.”
“So, this has nothing to do with Buck?”
Ciel gave that coy smile to show that she was right. “I figured that if you didn’t want to tell me, that it wouldn’t be an answer I wanted to hear. You do make the teams after all, eh?”
“Buck… well, he’s moved on.”
“And Frost?”
“She’s doing well, if that’s what you want to know. Knows her way around a mission, and is always a comfort to have on your side. She’s fine as well. They aren’t concerns of Rainbow.”
He made some vague agreeing sound. “And you?” Those green eyes settled on her, and she almost felt uncomfortable.
“I’m well. Nothing new has happened, though I was surprised to hear that you called in help this time. Pulling favours? Must be important. You didn’t sound so stressed when you were talking.”
“I can’t disclose much. But know that your organization’s presence here is very welcomed.”
And by the tone of his voice, he meant it.
You don’t send in two higher ranking officers, one of whom was a legend, and three Rainbow ops for just any mission. And so, this was about what Ash expected. They were engaged in heavy fire from the moment they were deployed. Ash looked over at where Sledge was taking shots through the side door and giving a short report every time one went down.
Blitz was with the Canadian ops while they were going straight through the front door, and from the sound of things, they already made their entry. This wasn’t good. They were meant to enter at the same time, but Ash and Sledge were still posted at their door, unable to set foot in the house.
“Lobby clear, but footsteps are approaching from upstairs— CONTACT!” Ciel’s breathy voice broke her away for a quick moment until bullets flew at her again. She nodded at Sledge, they couldn’t fall any further behind. Together, she and Sledge broke into the kitchen and started clearing enemies who were fleeing from Ciel’s team down the stairs and into their waiting crosshairs.
An explosion sounded from above them, and Ash had to take cover from the bullets raining from above. She glanced over at Sledge but saw him testing his left hand.
“Sledge?”
“Grazed my arm when I was breaking down the door. Starting to feel it now.”
“Shit… Stay safe, we’re almost done. Let me know if it gets too bad.”
He nodded and they turned around the corner to take out the last few terrorists in the room.
“This is Ash, we’re going downstairs.”
“Copy.” That was Millier. Why was he the one responding?
“Ash, what are you waiting for? Count me down,” Sledge hissed. Ash nodded and counted them down. The moment they landed, they immediately went back to back as they cleared out the room. Out the room and taking a corner put them in a good position to take out a few without direct engagement.
“This is Mil reporting, top floor is cleared, but Ciel got thrown in the blast from earlier.”
Ash’s heart stopped.
“He’ll be ok, just a little shaken.”
She sighed, relieved, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly why it mattered so much. It wasn’t like she could do anything about it now either. She and Sledge had to continue their assault.
When it was all done, and Ciel was safely extracted, there was a tense silence on the plane. Ciel had his eyes closed, trying to block out all sound, while Millier was preparing dressings and ice packs. As for Rainbow, Blitz and Sledge were staring at Ash, expecting an outburst. That was her reputation after all. She was intense, focused, too stuck-up, and hot-headed. However, she waited until debrief before demanding the whole story while Ciel was in the infirmary.
They were clearing out the master bedroom, and Ciel was about to push in when Blitz motioned that he would take point with the shield. As he moved forward though, Ciel must’ve caught something on his sensor because he lunged at the German operator while Millier covered them. It was unneeded though. The C4 killed the only terrorist in the room and Ciel had gotten thrown into a wall. Blitz was a little shocked, but fine otherwise.
“I don’t understand. I have a shield for a reason,” he complained the moment Ciel stepped into the briefing room.
“Your back was facing it, what else was I gonna do?” Ciel responded, taking a seat with a slight grimace. “It was calculated though. I knew the layout of the room, the number of enemies, and my own strength.”
“That… I—”
While Blitz stuttered a little trying to come up with a response, Ciel just smiled at Ash and Millier. “How was the rest of debrief?”
“Elle est trop—”
“Elle peut nous comprendre, Millier. Dis-le à moi plus tard.” Ciel gave Ash a small smile and nodded at the rest. “You are all dismissed. Thank you, Rainbow, for coming in. Things would’ve been a little hairier had that been just a two-man op.”
Blitz and Sledge both stood to leave the room, and after a moment – and a few seconds of unsure eye contact – Millier followed them. Ciel waited until the door was closed until he spoke to Ash.
“Millier interrupted earlier, but what did you think of the mission?”
“Why do you care? It’s over,” she helped him pack up the files, reaching for things that would otherwise hurt him to stretch and grasp for. “It’s a success. Congrats.”
“Oh, come on. I can tell you’re mad at me. And a little bit mad at yourself too?”
Well, since he asked for it. “You shouldn’t have gone upstairs. You shouldn’t have entered before I did.”
“The plan was set in motion. Millier and I are best suited to more enclosed spaces, and Blitz had a shield. It was the right team. And entering didn’t lead to any mistakes.”
“It desynced us.”
“It didn’t matter if we were in sync or not. That C4 was ready for us, and it would’ve been thrown whether or not we were synced.”
“The mission wasn’t perfect.” Ash slammed a stack of papers down on the desk in a perfect pile.
“No mission is.” Ciel grabbed them and packed them away haphazardly.
Ash glared at him. “Our reputation—”
“Will not be affected.” Ciel was counting photos, only looking up once to take in her expression.
She could feel the heat creeping up her neck, as she said the next line. “You almost died.”
There. That made him stop. “I didn’t… You know what? Stay here, I’ll be back.”
It took perhaps ten minutes and Ciel was back with a bottle of golden liquid and two glasses. “It’s to help you destress,” he said, offering the glass he just poured. “Drink it slowly though, I would like you to help me finish up here.”
“You aren’t in charge of me anymore,” she smiled around the glass, but complied anyways. God, she hated whiskey, but the soothing burn was a comfort.
Ciel paused as he was placing the next batch of papers in a box. “You know,” he placed his hands on the table and looked Ash directly in the eye. “Millier loves you. Not like… a romantic love, but he is obsessed with your skill and how you command your unit. He admires you. As do all the soldiers you work with, even the ones who don’t really show it. Cut yourself some slack.”
“Can’t get complacent. Not everyone can take ten years off from this work to raise a child then come back basically the same.”
“It’s not complacency, it’s called forgiveness. And everyone made sure to let me know that… gah, that I had… changed.” He made a motion to his general body, and Ash got the general idea. “Yet I had to forgive myself then too.”
She stopped moving her hands as she noticed he hadn’t done anything in the past few minutes. “Get your ass moving or else we’ll be stuck in here for hours.”
He chuckled, but went back to work. Another moment of silence passed before he spoke up again. “I know you still don’t like Buck because of me.”
Her eyes flew up to meet his. “I don’t hold anything against Buck.”
“Except the fact that I was engaged to him about fifteen years ago, and yet I still request regular check-ins with him and Frost, while I haven’t talked to you since… that night.” The way he looked at her while still organizing told her that he knew exactly what he was doing, and the reaction she wanted to give was what he was expecting.
“Is this how you work?” she asked him. There, he wasn’t expecting that.
He tilted his head slightly to the side and looked back down as he started scribbling on a new set of forms.
“Is my handwriting not neat enough?”
With Ciel, as she had learned the first time, it payed to be direct. He wasn’t one to be easily offended, especially if there was no intention. “Are you trying to get me to be one of those girls and boys for you?”
“… One of those girls and boys? You make me sound like I’m constantly hooking up with people.”
“…Aren’t you?” She gave him an even look. For how responsible he was in every endeavor he took, relationships were not one of them.
“Not constantly. No one can do it that often. I certainly can’t. I am getting older,” he smirked, finally standing up and placing the last pile in the box. “You know me. If you want something, it’s best just to ask.”
“I don’t want to be just another one-night stand for you again.”
“You don’t have to be, I mean, you’re already moving onto a two-night status, aren’t you?” He picked up the box with a quiet huff and started to turn away before freezing in place to face her once more.
“I think I get what’s wrong,” he murmured. “You think that I think that you’re easy. And that I don’t respect you.”
Ash stared back, refusing to give anything away, which, in itself, was a giveaway.
“Eliza…” Him saying her real name was… it was bringing back memories she’d rather leave alone. “I won’t judge you for who you sleep and don’t sleep with, and I know you like to stress over the things you don’t know, but… don’t think of me as someone you need to stress over. That’s the last thing I want to be to you.”
“Then how about tonight, Skye? I know you have to check with Iris first, but after… well, I haven’t been in Toronto before.”
He flashed her a smile that practically glowed. “It would be my pleasure. Just don’t make fun of me too much when I get stiff. Age is unpredictable. So are nitro’s.”
“Does this mean you’ll stop ignoring my requests to put operators in your missions?”
“Not a chance!” He spun and leaned against the door with his back. “Knowing you, you’ll outdo too many of my newer soldiers, and they’ll never gain any leadership experience working with you. Ask again when I’m in charge, then I’ll consider it.” Ash was shaking her head at him. “What? You’re too good for some of them!”
“What a jealous old man,” she shook her head.
“Oh, come off it now, I can’t be that much older than you, right?”
“Aren’t you like fifty?”
“F-” his eyebrows furrowed. “Fifty? What did Buck tell you? I’m the same age as him!” She chuckled, and he let the mock frown change into a more satisfied smile. “Come knock on my office when you’re ready.”
“See you then.”
The door closed behind him, and she turned to back her gadget. The bastard always tried to get her to fucking relax, and it worked every time. As long as she didn’t see her operators with this blush, she was sure she could save face. Or not. What were they going to say to her anyways?
#r6s#rainbow six siege#r6s fanfic#fanfic#r6s ash#ashxoc#answered#i mostly edited it#hopefully no mistakes :p
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[fic preview] Wheel Cage (original)
Based off of Tim Ransom’s John Dunn character [super loosely since it’s only a 5 minute scene] the following is a preview prologue of a 2nd person POV story I couldn’t resist starting. You may recall a story idea I mentioned from the spotlight on that character so this is that fleshed out!
Title: Wheel Cage
Genre: Drama/Suspense/Romance/Horror
Summary: With the world well on its way to a zombie filled hell, retired ATF agent Ed Miller is cashing out early. That is, with a little help from his son Isaac, the two of them figure on securing a little safety net he and his old team stashed away. Under the guise of an accidental [non zombie related] death, Ed cashes out his insurance policy, knowing that his last living team mate, John Dunham wouldn’t waste time in going to grab the hidden stash.
And that leaves Izzy to catch that same armored Greyhound from El Paso to NYC to seduce the old bugger and filch his key to the lock boxes along with the rest. Easy enough, right?
Notes: in the prologue a warning for offensive language (swearing and homophobic/sexist) but no other warnings. 2nd person POV and a trans male character. Big 80s references and aesthetic and age gap. Any feedback super welcome :)
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“John huh? I like that. They call me Izzy. You ready to take a trip around the world with me?...”
For as long as you can remember it’s always been you and your old man against everyone. Ever since his old lady (you haven’t called her “mom” since you were five) served him up the divorce papers with a slice of birthday cake and you said you weren’t leaving your cousins and your collection of baseball cards, it’s just been the two of you. She hightailed it with your older sister - who you haven’t spoken to either since she refused to stop calling you “Jenny” some seven years back - and so the both of you just up and said fuck everyone else.
So when your old man made the proposition, you didn’t think twice before agreeing.
Here’s the situation. You found out your old man wasn’t as Dudley Do Right as he’d have led you to believe. Seems he and his old narc buddies made some big bust back in the day, back before the strung out zombies were actual fucking zombies and they didn’t exactly tell the Feds and the rest the whole of their haul. Got his picture in the paper like a real hero and all ‘cept Mr. All American Hero made it with a cool couple million and disappeared it like Houdini.
Course you didn’t exactly grow up in luxury and he sure as shit didn’t lose it in the divorce like he did the house. Trying to make off with all that dough woulda set off every agent in the country asking questions so the four of them made a gentleman’s agreement: they stashed it away in some series of lockers up north ‘til enough time passed and sure enough old Dan and Bill kicked it getting caught in Atlanta leaving just your old man and John Dunham. Dunham being an old desk jockey who’d probably live forever and while your old man never had a bad thing to say about “good old John”, your old man didn’t figure on splitting the pot when he was so close to taking the whole kit n caboodle for himself.
He also figured with the whole world well on its way to some Romero zombie hell better now than never while south of the border was free and clear.
You didn’t exactly blame him either and the both of you figured it’d be easy enough to live like kings south of the border. Course he couldn’t exactly walk into the fucker’s office and whack him. Well… seeing as how as of today, April 1st 1987, the whole world thinks your old man died in a car accident six months ago, he probably could. But while your old man may be a lot of things, a killer ain’t one of them. Thief? Sure. Liar? What man isn’t? (And if his ex old lady’s to be believed a wife beater too, but the only time you ever seen him raise a hand was to block her throwing a lamp at his head when he said your sister “Miss Priss” Priscilla might be going with her - likely not being his anyway - but he’d be damned if she made off with his Izzy.)
Well maybe he didn’t call you Izzy back then but your memory, your rules.
And here’s where you come into the whole scheme.
You’re not a killer neither but you also may be just a bit of a thief yourself, and more than that you’ve got a certain charm about you that your old man says you inherited from him. Your old man also says he doesn’t know why he paid all that money for you to lop your tits off and change your name to Isaac if you’re still gonna prance around wearing makeup like a “goddamn fairy”. You like to remind him that’s exactly what you are loud and proud and if makeup is good enough for Alice Cooper and all the hot new glam bands he can just shut his hole or find himself a new honeypot.
Course you’re not exactly the traditional va va voom vamp but that’s only gonna keep the suspicion off you a hell of a lot better than coming on like some boozy lot lizard, and if your old man hadn’t fallen asleep ten minutes into Murphy’s Law then maybe he’d know that those middle aged straight lace types seem to have a thing for cute and lovable punks half their age. He conceded (as big a Bronson fan that he is) you might be onto something and that settled the matter there, you hanging up the payphone outside the shithole apartment where you’ve been crashing, tucking the number back into your wallet.
You’d been crashing on your pal Stevie's couch, helping out with the rent from a few “odd jobs”, and while you hated lying to her, you sure couldn’t tell her the real reason you were headed up north where they got shit locked down a hell of a lot harder cause of the “mess”. So far as she knew, you took your old man’s “death” hard and on top of that come to find his half a mil insurance policy was a bust to boot leaving you with a big fat nothing and in need of a place to stay. Wasn’t a far stretch seeing as how the insurance companies were finding it all too easy nowadays to call any claim they didn’t’ want to pay “ineligible” living dead shit. It wasn’t a lie exactly anyway, seeing as how you’d followed your old man’s instructions to the letter and made sure he got every untraceable dollar coming to him.
Alright, so you kept a couple thousand for necessary expenses helping out Stevie (and getting your ticket and some new kicks) but it wasn’t like you pissed it away at the arcade.
Stevie refused to buy your ticket though, saying you were crazy to go up north with some guy you met at a bar and chatted up on the phone and she didn’t care how good of a screw he was. Course you couldn’t tell her it was your old man you’d been plotting with so you just packed up when she left for work at Sid’s, left another hundred dollars, and swore in the note sitting next to it that you’d call after you were settled, sure she’d bawl you out a good one but you know the less anyone knows the better. You ended up paying some wino looking about to turn any second twenty bucks to buy your ticket and an extra dose of the anti Z Juice to keep quiet if anyone came ‘round asking any questions on the matter. You promised him you weren’t killing no one, just leaving a shit situation.
It’s simple, you think as you shoulder your duffle bag, ticket out of El Paso ticket in hand. Blow the old fuck ‘til his eyes roll back into his head and swap the four bum keys for his. Nick his wallet once you get to NYC so you get a head start, and meet your old man’s contact in Jersey once you’ve secured the money. You got his old piece, his thirty nine and you can’t say as you’re a shot up to his standard but you don’t know a man to have ever missed jamming the muzzle of a gun into someone’s gut either so you’re none too worried about that part of it.
Bullets don’t work none too well on them other fucking things if you ain’t a crack shot but you got your Dynaco L-Rod for that.
You make sure to smile nice as you approach the benches where everyone’s waiting to start boarding. First impressions and all that and ain’t no need for either piece here between the shock fences and the scans. Nah, you’re rocking your ripped black jeans just tight enough and your favorite half threadbare Dokken shirt neckline stretched out not quite off your shoulder, and your choppy brown hair is streaked with red same as your lips. You look pretty damn dynamite with your black leather boots up to your knees and a swagger in your step sure you catch a few eyes wondering if staring at your ass makes ‘em bent or not when they see the slight bulge of your crotch and your lack of tits.
Yeah, fucking putty, you think with a wink to a straight laced dope in a polo shirt and khakis, strutting over to Mr. Paper Pusher Dunham, counting dollar signs in the whorl of his thick black - has to be a dye job pushing fifty five like that - hair and grey Garanimals button down.
Only one thing you didn’t figure on as you take a seat next to him and get ready to charm…
...And that’s fucking John Dunham.
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GBF Husbando Spotlight: Rackam
IT’S HERE IT’S HERE!!!
It’s been ages since the last one, but with me sparking him and the balance patch arriving I’ve finally felt confident enough to write this.
If you know me at all you knew this was coming, for my lust and love for thisman burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. Yes tis time for my #1 Husbando’s Spotlight, The Sexiest Meme Alive himself, Rackam!
Note: This was actually really hard to make into actual words instead of just inarticulate screaming.
The 2nd story character and first official member of the crew. He’s been with you since pretty much Day 1.
First story character to get his 5* uncap, giving him the rare wind atk- debuff and sweet new art with Tiamat.
His SSR is a great damage dealer, and with the patch one of the most reliable as long as he has a solid source of MA. Along with his passive to hit all enemies 70% of the time, now he can also build 2 stacks of Spitfire in 1 turn, giving him 40% atk boost each on a unique modifier. With Elysian he can ougi turn 4 with 3 stacks and 120% atk up. Plus Spitfire increases his ougi cap to around 3.2 mil and the chain burst to over 2 mil. Duration II is also incredibly handy against HL bosses with their OD phases being more dangerous. He shines alot in Rose Queen as he leads to a much faster break in 2nd phase and in Tiamat HL where he gives easy honors as he auto attacks all heads most of the time.
10/10 would spark again
It’s also heavily implied that Grand Series are getting their 5* uncap soon too, so his kit is going to get better. His SR gained a crit buff, mirror image, and wind atk- so there’s a good chance his SSR will too.
His personality is that of the Crew’s team dad (funny enough with the actual dads in the crew) and boy is it my weakness. He has a soft spot for children and younger members of the crew, and takes it upon himself to take care of them.
He’s an expert Helmsman and is actually quite famous for it. It’s even gotten to the point where other Helmsman ask him for his autograph. The sheer size of the Grancypher and how he managed to restore it single handedly is a testament to his skill and love for airships. And the chapter where he navigates the harsh winds of the Grim Basin is the ultimate testament to his skill.
In fact his SSR Fate episodes revolve around him helping a little girl who dreams of being a helmsman like him. When he discovers she’s in danger he goes off on his own to rescue her without endangering the rest of the crew. Of course in the end it’s too much than he can handle on his own and he gets shot. The crew comes by in time to rescue him and the girl and he realizes that everyone has grown enough for him to rely on them.
Fun fact he’s actually named after the famous pirate captain John Rackam (aka Calico Jack). The man most well known for his relationship with Anne Bonny and Mary Reed and his first mate designing the iconic Jolly Roger.
He’s hot. Like....really hot. I fell in love with this man at first crash. That styled brunette hair.....the facial hair....the cigarette..his face. All of that gives me the ossan feel that I’m a plain sucker for. Plus his gun and even the sword he never uses just gets to me. A prime reliable Ossan design.
HE HAS A BLUSHING IMAGE AND IT’S ADORABLE
Plus Hiroaki Hirata’s voice as him is just perfect! Older and experienced but not super old man status. I don’t know how to describe it exactly but it’s so damn attractive.
He’s 29 years old, putting him slightly above average in the crew’s rather young age range, but not as old as the clear elder members of the crew. While he has all the points of Ossan appeal (at least in my book) calling him one might be a bit of a stretch. It doesn’t stop him from feeling old though, as he talks about getting older a few times.
He might not be the most muscular of the crew since he is one with bara gods like the Soiya Squad and Male Draphs. But he does have a nice muscular frame of his own. It’s most prominent in the meme comics and brief bits in the anime. In comics he strips time to time for certain gags revealing a nice body. In the anime he sports a black tank top for a while allowing you to see the musculature on his arms, and even takes off his armor for a bit, revealing that that the shirt he wears under it is skintight as you can make out the outlines of his pecs through the fabric. (I’m still angry he never stripped in the beach episode)
His charms have not gone unnoticed too. The man is straight up primal bait as Lyria’s Tiamat and Noa are really close to him. The little girl from his SSR fates even falls for him as she asks if he has a girlfriend in the end of the 2nd one. According to Lowain and Bros he has a decent sized following of fans as well. They described him as “the type of guy who would spoil you”.
He’s also is pretty good with the Bass (after some practice). He plays in a band with Vryn and Aoidos. So he fills the hot dude on bass niche too.
In fact before Lowain and Bros decided on making Jin the Sexy Sensei of Albion High. He was considered for the role before they gave it to Jin, feeling that Rackam already had too many fans to be their Sensei figure.
He’s a Sexy Santa
His Christmas Fates were some of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. It literally revolves around stealing Christmas cake in the middle of the night.The second fate literally called “Friendly Feels” is a search for a Christmas tree for the crew. It ends with him holding a ladder for Vyrn, Lyria, and Gran/Djeeta to put the star on. After the star is put on and the tree is decorated he gives his thanks as he never thought he’d ever spend a Christmas like this before. The fate ends with Lyria telling him that all Christmases are going to be like this one from now on, as he smiles and while having his doubts about the certainty of her statement, enjoys the warmth of the holiday on the cold winter night.
He’s a perfect mixture of both my love for memes and hot older men. For he has not one, or two memes, BUT 3.
Legend of Rackam: Not touched upon recently but a damn good one. Rackam and his exploits are so legendary that kids years later learn of his heroic tales thanks to a wise old scholar. His frog suit meme had actual white day chocolates sent to it by fans.
DURRAY DURRAY DURATION!: Rackam’s amazing moves leave afterimages that confuse and somehow relax the enemy’s rage. A meme so powerful he taught it to others for protection and almost durrayed himself out of existence against a great foe. In fact this meme is so powerful that it’s leaked out of the Grand Blues verse into reality long ago and nobody even questions it. His Casino skin and Santa version both end battles with the Durray~ dance with sound effects and everything.
RACKAMUUUUUUUUUU!!! (also localized as plain RACKAAAAAAAM!!!): Rackam fucking explodes and dies. Well to be more specific the first Rackamuuu! didn’t even have an explosion as he died falling off the ship riding on a icicle and Katalina screamed it. However with later variation most of his deaths have been explosion related, resulting in the meme being tied to explosions now. Despite the fact that he explodes he actually ends up fine due to a scientific phenomenon known as Rackam’s Law, but details have yet to be divulged to the public from the former nobility of Iristill.
Him and the MC/You share a very close bond due to all that they’ve gone through together. He basically entrusts the fate of the Grancypher to your judgement when he’s forced to fight you as an enemy by that little douche Gilbert.
He gets flustered around Djeeta and it’s noticeable in the voiced skins. Where he stumbles around for a bit after battle replying to her compared to his fater response to Gran.
Like most of the GBF cast come Valentines and White Day he catches feelings for the captain of the opposite gender, however unlike many he’s kind of unsettled and in denial of it due to the age gap.
It’s most detectable in the Valentines and White Day lines in year two. Year one it’s rather quick with him being flattered to get a chocolate and blushing with embarrassment when he gives the return gift on White Day.
However year two has him joke about waiting for Djeeta to give him chocolate and telling her not to think about all the serious stuff since it makes him nervous. Then he promises her to get something great for White Day.
Come White Day he calls her over to give her his present (no CG yet sadly sadly) and thanks her for always working so hard. Then he literally says “ Well, not just thanks. But I can't say any more than that, all right?
You shouldn't pry into the mind of an adult, you know. “ Then says he’s gonna keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t drive other people crazy.
I probably forgot or missed something but this post is long enough.
This is most likely going to be my longest husbando spotlight solely because
I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN
#GBF Husbando Spotlight#Senpai's Grindblue Hell#Granblue Fantasy#Sexiest meme alive#Rackam#Sorry if this is really long btw#but I had to show my main husband how much I love him#and believe it or not this is actually the shortened version#the long version involved random nonsense and screaming#cause I just can't think put the sheer thirst into words at times#I'll try to make more of these btw#even tho i'm starting a part time job family is alot less crazy#so i have more time
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10: Musical Discourse: Slime Language 2
Young Thug’s new project, Slime Language 2, is almost reminiscent of Pi’erre Bourne’s TLOP4, except more features (Thug got all these niggas in the studio and told them “We’re doing this now or never”), including ex-girlfriend and entrepreneur Karlae, Jim Jones, Drake, Travis Scott, and Coi Leray. There is a heavy YSL l influence (obviously) as well as some OVO features (hey Drake, hey Nav!), Coi Leray (no comment), and even a Rowdy Rebel feature, fresh from the pen. This project does a good job at touching different extremes of the rap music spectrum – Thug manages to get some songs for the ladies (“I Like”, which, to me, is very reminiscent of the City Girls, “On the Low”, and “Trance”), typical athlete walk-out music, and some songs that follow that “no one ever believed in me/everyone leaves me” kinda vibe.
If we’re gonna keep it 100, the album in itself is not necessarily a stand-out – very few songs have that “wow” factor - and to be honest - it’s mid, as the kids would call it. BUT, in the spirit of neutrality, I’ll be breaking down my favourites, as a self-proclaimed know most and trap music enthusiast, especially since today marks the one-month anniversary of its release - and if you disagree, suck ya mum (JK….kinda.)
“Take It to Trial” – Young Thug, YSL, Gunna, Yak Gotti
This track is probably one of the best on the album, and not just because the Yak Gotti feature ties it all together, but for the overall cohesiveness of everyone on the track, which almost makes it sound like one person entirely throughout. Take It to Trial was one of the tracks on the album that was released before the drop of SL2, giving it some time to marinate before the drop of the project in its entirety. While the beat is nothing too crazy, it’s still a standout due to the lyricism of the track and the abnormally high pitch Thug manages to hit on the chorus, as he adamantly requests to take this shit to mf’in trial.
I don’t know if the herpes bar making me think of NBA YoungBoy makes me a bad person, but I guess only time will tell.
“I Like” – YSL, Karlae, Coi Leray
Now, listen. I am not going to lie and say that I support all women. Somewhere in my heart, I know Coi Leray got to where she is due to a combination of light skin privilege (insert noises of disgust), some form of nepotism, her marketability, and her longstanding time in the industry (she was, in fact, one of the Mindless Behaviour video girls, so that in itself should tell you how long she’s secretly been in the game. She’s almost like a slightly darker Alexa Demie, except she isn’t lying about her age).
But this song???
THIS MF SONG?
There has to be crack in it. Because it’s not that good - the beat is not one which you run back for its complexity, nor its lyricism, but DAMN, it’s a good ass song.
Both she and Karlae captured the effortless sexy feeling certain songs are supposed to give you (fellas, not sure if you’ve ever felt it, but I feel like the laydeez know what I mean). It’s giving very much Uber Black on the freeway in an amazing outfit, drunk out of your mind - and I’m here for it! While I do feel like Karlae can rap circles around Coi, if given the opportunity, I think one thing I can say is that Coi does have the unabashed confidence of a man in her same position and that in itself makes this song *that* much more powerful.
“Mil in Vegas” – YSL, Young Thug, NAV
When I’m old and in my nursing home of choice (Astagfurallah, but you never know), I hope Young Thug drops a purely R&B album; something like Hndrxx but a lil’ less suicidal.
Or that the nursing home has enough money to hire him for a mid-afternoon senior citizen concert, but let’s tackle one problem at a time.
This track is almost like the niggas’ version of “I Like” but instead of boo boo Mizz Leray, we get a melodic NAV feature. In addition to my appreciation of him realizing he needs to stop using the fucking n-word (he shouldn’t have been using it in the first place, but progress is better than perfection), I think there’s something to be said with rap songs that are done outside of the major key; it def adds a little pinash, and some depth that wouldn’t have been there before – and NAV’s voice is suited perfectly for these otherwise challenging scales.
The only other thing going for this song is the way Thug looks in that yellow turtleneck on the Spotify visualizer – and with that being said, I hope niggas will be rocking more bright colors in the seasons to come.
(Also, what the fuck is NAV’s obsession with Los Angeles? I swear there’s at least one bar in every song).
“Slatty” – YSL, Young Thug, Gunna, Lil Duke, Yak Gotti
Mark my motherfucking words - when we have in-person sporting events, I will bet my Large Telfar bag that at least one draftee has this song as their walk-out music.
This track incorporates the one word that every nigga in YSL records (and current rap culture) has heat-stamped in their vocabulary, and while the word “slat” has been massacred by hordes of white teenage boys on TikTok, I will say that this chorus is catchy as fuck.
The real star of this song (shockingly) is the juxtaposition of Yak Gotti’s gritty, emory-board vocal cords, the raspy voice of Lil Duke, and the familiar buttery sound of Thug’s vocals.
Why the visualizer has P. Diddy in it, God only knows. But our adeer is doing his thing in those big ass Versace shades, so who am I to say anything.
“Diamonds Dancing” – YSL, Young Thug, Travis Scott, Gunna
I have no commentary other than asking rappers to please stop using Dr. King for any of their metaphors – he cheated on Correta with a white woman (and only one that we KNOW of, for that matter).
So, I stand here humbly before you, petitioning for the alternative bars including:
“Dripped in Dolce & Gabanna / Black diamonds like Thomas Sankara”
“New girl like Lori Harvey / chain Black like Africa, Marcus Garvey”
or something along those lines. Even a Sojourner Truth bar, at this fucking point.
“Solid” – YSL, Young Thug, Gunna, Drake
Of course, OF FUCKING COURSE, this track was saved by none other than the culture vulture himself - the man, the myth, and apparently now, the fucking candlemaker, Mr. Aubrey Drake Graham.
(Sidenote: Why is graham such a hard word to spell?).
I know y’all niggas heard - and felt - him very clearly when he said he needed some head and some moral support right away (not like y’all are gonna get any, but understandable if you felt it).
Something about the subtle use of steel pan, and mafioso type beat that the OVO clan has such an affinity for, really brings this hoe all the way together.
Another interesting point to note – and why I think Thug and Gunna make such an incomparable duo - is the fact that Thug and Gunna could almost pass for one another on the second verse, and even in the chorus. The only distinctive giveaway in this is the fact that Gunna does not make use of the whimsical bars in the same way that Thug does (because who the fuck is putting macaroni and cheese in their pockets besides the man who made a whole Instagram live about having a dirty dick? Exactly.)
Surprisingly though, this is one of the only songs on the album that hasn’t drilled holes in my eardrums, even after listening to it for an entire month, so bravo on them for that.
“Proud of You” – YSL, Young Thug, Lil Uzi Vert, Yung Kayo
I’m going to use this song to expose my corniness in saying I’ve definitely thought of using this song for some Instagram captions.
I think the combined genius of Thug and Uzi is often overlooked due to everyone wanting to worship Uzi with the androgynous Vampire Ma- I mean, Carti (who also makes a great duo with Uzi in his own right, but Uzi and Thug just remind me of two eccentric uncles, minus a few decades).
It was also rumored in 2018 that these niggas had over fifteen hundred songs together and I honestly wouldn’t it put it past them for that to be true.
Will they all be hits? Probably not, but it’s nice to be a dreamer – plus, their previous tracks (What’s the Move, It’s A Slime and Strawberry Peels) can’t be disregarded either.
“Really Be Slime” – YSL, Young Thug, FN DaDealer, YNW Melly, Bslime
In my honest opinion, I think YNW Melly (and TayK!) should have been pardoned from jail way before Reptar (Kodak) or the other gremlin, Mr. Weezy F Baby – not doubting this artistry, but I do think this man requires a serious rest; musically, emotionally, and physically).
This nigga Melly bodies every feature and brings such mischievous energy to every single track. Also, the minute the rhymed “butter pecan” and “Puerto Rican”, he was fr a genius in my high school eyes.
You can’t deny that the other niggas on the track, even Young Thug himself, fall a little short and that FN DaDealer is trying a bit hard to give us Lil Baby teas, but for what it is, it’s not a bad song. The beat, again, nothing too impressive, but I’m honestly just so glad to hear a YNW Melly feature after what feels like forever.
And that about wraps it up – overall, I’d give this project a solid 5/10. It could have done a bit more; and for the number of features (as well as their duality), honestly could have been more experimental. I get that this was highly anticipated, but in that case, I’m sure niggas wouldn’t have minded waiting a bit longer for it to go the extra mile.
If you feel like I missed any important tracks, that’s too damn bad; but feel free to argue with me in the comments of Instagram.
Until then…*turns on “I Like”*.
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Two Cent Riffs: My Little Pony Movie, BAYBEE
#BackAtItAgain #TSPOILERS #PonyCinemassacre
Julien: Why is it “The Movie”? It can just be “My Little Pony”. We all should know this version and the superior version that was the 80s.
Roy: Excuse me?
Julien: Hey, the Smooze song made that movie for me.
Roy: Man, I’ll never stop liking stain glass windows.
Julien: Hold up. Twilight has wings? ...Okay, I have missed a lot apparently.
Roy: Yeah, but it’s nothing to worry.............
Julien: I can sense a pause. What’s up?
Roy: Oh, I’m just getting flashbacks....of people bitching online [shudders]
Julien: AH YES, MOVE the sun, and MOVE it back.
Roy: Doesn’t seem like a big deal for this celebration. We’re just depriving people from some possibly needed sunlight and fucking with the tides to sooth the feng shui of it.
Julien: Can I call the “Pony Privilege” card?
Julien: Huh, I forgot Applejack existed.
Roy: She’s a main character, bruh.
Julien: Yeah, it the background. Am I right lads, or am I right lads?
Dom: “You’re all right, lad.”
Julien: Cheers lad.
Roy: Guess we know which couple’s getting the focus this time.
Julien: Do we really have to ship right now?
Roy: It’s been 7 years, dude. Fans practically learned about “shipping” thanks to this show.
Julien: Hmm...that sounds pitiful, but I’ve wanted Princess Bubblegum to melt on Marceline since the beginning so what can I say?
Julien: Looks like Pinkie had her climax.
Roy: Okay, I’m all for Sia pony here (does have a lovely voice), but are there any rapper ponies?
Julien: They’re an underground niche of pony musicians after 2Pon and Biggie bit the bullet.
Roy: What about DJ Pon-3?
Julien: Dub is not rap, brother.
Roy: Bowser’s back?!
Julien: And we’re only what...12 minutes in? That’s an academy record. Shit, this movie’ll be over in a blink.
Julien: Okay, I’m liking this new villain here. Design wise, very coordinated. Color scheme is on point.
Roy: I just wonder how she’ll be forgiven.
Julien: Come on, man. Villains aren’t always meant to be redeemed.
Roy: Ye, you need watch the rest of the show.
Roy: Oh no, all the other 3D piloted ships are slowly coming this way.
Julien: Yeah, Futurama’s done better.
Julien: Oh shit, that is a fucking sweep down and over Pele kick.
Roy: She would be great in WWE.
Julien: Well there goes two of the most powerful ponies in this series.
Roy: Well hold on. Maybe Celestia, and Luna are only powerful in the fields or cutie marks they’re given. Like yeah, they’re powerful, but only in raising the sun and moon and whatever Cadence does. So really, they probably couldn’t beat Tempest’s rock spells as much as any powerful unicorn could have...
Julien: So, they were useless to begin with?
Roy: Kinda, yeah.
Roy: Hey, it’s Crissy.
Julien: Wha? I thought her named was Derpy. Why Crissy?
Roy: Oh no, Derpy is her name; won’t deny that. But Crissy’s just short for Criss Cross, like her eyes that are the ONE DEFINING TRAIT FOR HER EXISTENCE. It feels like a better name, you know?
Julien:...You got me there. That does sound better.
Julien: WELL, after a daring escape via a gigantic waterfall, now they’re on their way to go seek the hippos.
Roy: Hippogriffs.
Julien: Goddammit man! *sigh* I mean what if they were hippos and I could actually see some awesome hippos in this movie or show?....Fuck, you know?! Hippos are cool. They’re big, strong, and awesome and you jus- *sigh* tch, you’re a bastard.
Roy: Jesus man, I’m sorry.
Julien: No, I’m sorry but it’s like...I just think hippos are neat is all.
Roy: Oh snap. It’s Ray Donovan.
Julien: Okay, this may be a screenshot, but I could already tell Liev Schreiber was tap dancing for his check and was just having a blast doing so; like Jason Mamoa in the Justice League movie.
Julien: How I feel about Michael Pena.
Roy: Come on, he’s got his good roles.
Julien: Name one that’s memorable.
Roy: Well..........................................................
Julien: Woo, that place looks like shit. How come the ponies haven’t help them out, they could spare the resources.
Roy: Maybe the town didn’t want any help?
Julien: Dude, no. How can just ignore a town that looks broken down, industrial, probably impoverished, smoggy, with some pretty disgusting water surrounding it? HOW can any pony worth their riches just ignore this practically desolate area while continuously celebrating whatever they want?
Roy: Let’s....never mind all that.
Roy: Oh no, 1/5 of the fanbase.
⁽ᵂᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵒᵏᶦⁿᵍ. ᵀʰᶦˢ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶦˢᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒʷⁿˢᶠᵒˡᵏ ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᶜʳᵒʷᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒⁿᶦᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵘʸ ᵃⁿᵈ/ᵒʳ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ. ᴬⁿᵈ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ʷᵉ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁿˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵈᵉᵈᶦᶜᵃᵗ���ᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜʰᶦˢᵉ, ᵗʰᶦˢ ʲᵒᵏᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶦᵈᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ ᶠˡᵃᶜᶜᶦᵈ ᵖᵘⁿᶜʰˡᶦⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ. ᴺᵒʷ ʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᵃ ᵏᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ ʷʰᶦˡˢᵗ ʷᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉ.⁾
Awwwww, she’s sleepy
Julien: Oh boy, we got attractive felines in this universe.
Roy: Eh, furry love aside, I’m more attracted to the comic’s nubian felines
Roy: Hello “Friend like me”
Julien: Oye, don’t go pointing out the better things others have done. We’ll be here all week.
Roy: Can I say, “Suggestive?”
Julien: Hey, they’re old enough to get some pussy in their life.
Julien: Okay, best character in the movie.
Roy: Eh, I’m not convinced.
Roy: Okay, now I am.
Julien: That...is gonna cost ‘em.
Roy: Pfft, like they’re gonna pay for it.
Julien: I thought the ignorant rich of America were annoying.
Julien: Okay, there’s one thing that’ll never make sense here. So they’re oppressed and they work under the Storm King’s rule and they couldn’t be pirates. But it takes ONE song and they decide “Fuck it. We’re pirates again.”
Roy: Have you ever had a song dedicated to helping you get your confidence and groove back?
[Gasp] The lesbian call.
Roy: I love how they play dramatic angry music over the colorful destruction that is their ship.
Julien: Hey, this reminds me of my Steven Universe fanfic.
Roy: What?
Julien: I dreamed and started a fanfic about Connie being an Arcane Knight that is seeking the original gems that helped salvage the land from the tyrannical Homeworld generals and this was where Lapis resided because she was originally master of nature but went into hiding after she, Peridot (master of metal) and Amethyst (master of animals) had a fallout.
Julien: When she goes so deep, she’s feeling your sunken place
Roy: WE GOT OUT THE MERCH SELLER, BABY!
Julien: WE GOT THE MONEYMAKEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Roy: Now to be fair, she was trying to save her civilization while her friends were fucking around.
Julien: Yeah, stealing from a civilization that suffered from the same enemies they’re dealing with now. Why didn’t the ponies help the hippogriffs when they clearly could have? This feels racist in a way.
Roy: Specist?
Julien: Yes. Thank you.
Julien: Okay, I can see where both sides are coming from, you know? However, I have a neutralizer that, possibly(?), erases both sides of this argument. How did it take them (the ponies) this long to try and stop the Storm King’s reign when it started to affect them personally? Where were any of them when the Storm King’s armada took over the Hippogriffs, the pirates, that city? I mean, I wouldn’t worry about this so much if the movie wasn’t so full of its “Friendship Solves All” theme to drive home how this will resolve when it could’ve been resolved LONG AGO!
Roy: Jesus dude, it’s not that big a deal here.
Julien: NO BRO, it is a big deal. Because they made 4 comics, so much merch, got good players like Sia, Liev, Emily Blunt, etc. all for movie that barely tries to integrate its new universe to a series that’s been around for 7 fucking years!
Ah good, we’re entered the third act.
Roy: Song time.
Julien: I’ll allow it. Tempest is honestly the only best thing about this movie. Also, was Emily Blunt in Chicago???
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Julien: So...let me get this straight. This girl stood up to a fucking bear and she gets shunned for her suffering? Fuck those kids!
Roy: Yeah, I can see where she’d want revenge.
Roy: Okay movie, these Hippogriff designs are good. You live this time.
Julien: This time? It’s still getting the slaughter, honey. [revs chainsaw]
Julien: You know Twilight fucked up when Sia pony is staring you down.
Roy: With what eyes?
Julien: Eye.
Roy: I didn’t know you were Scottish.
I won’t question how they could breath in there.
Roy: Aw jeez, she was out for blood today.
Julien: He’s getting creamed out there.
Julien: JESUS CHRIST, they brought flames to the party. Seriously, they are burning these beasts alive without fear.
One got consumed in the flames. Like, damn movie.
Roy: Okay, I get that Storm King’s a playful villain, but now he’s just monkeying around.
Julien: Liev just wanted his paycheck. He’s doing just as good as everyone.
Roy: Looks like Pinkie Pie is on her a game this time.
Julien: When she’s not yelling all her lines. Am I right lads, or am I right lads?
Dom: “You’re all right, lad!”
Julien: Cheers, lad.
Roy: Betrayal, I never knew could the Storm King could do such a thing.
Julien: All I can think of is Twilight yeeting her into the cloud.
Gone with the wind.
Julien: Jesus christ.
Roy: Exactly.
Roy: HA. He didn’t expect somebody to jump in the way of the bomb, only to then tag them and infect them with the spell as well. This doesn’t make sense in a way.
Julien: Who cares, he’s fucking dead.
That’s right. Dead. On Screen. Full High Definition. YOUR MOVE, “DISNEY”.
“YEAH, WHO WANNA RIDE THE WHITE THUNDER?!”
Roy: So wait, what if Tempest actually got her horn back?
Julien: Mass Genocide, everybody in Equestria incinerated; but hey: SPARKLY, COLORFUL EXPLOSIONS RIGHT?!
Julien: And that’s the My Little Pony Movie, ladies and gentlemen. Final thoughts?
Roy: Fizzlepop Berrytwist is one of the worst names you could ever give your child. But other than that, I enjoyed what I got, mediocrity and all. Hell, I’m just glad there’s a 2D animated film in American theaters again. Could spell potential for the 16 mil. it earned at the Box Office. 👍👍
Julien: I thought it was alright and could’ve done better for their story beats than taking stuff from other better movies. A fun romp nonetheless.👍👎
Well, what now?
Roy: Well, it’s Halloween. Wanna howl at the moon together?
Julien: Sure.
#mlp#mlp:fim#my little pony#mlp movie#my little pony the movie#jokes#roy macintosh#and friend#tv recap#awesome#ye#Two Cent Riffs#rifftrax
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Untitled Thedas Peeps in Modern World
Quinn scanned the crowd from the balcony above the stage. Her three brothers, who had formed a Beastie Boys cover group, were on said stage, performing. She felt an immense wave of loneliness wash over her as she saw that everyone in the crowd at least had someone. Alec had disappeared a year ago and she still had no idea how to function without her best friend.
The crowd cheered as her brothers started up “Sabotage,” but the cheers quickly turned to screams as a bright green light suddenly appeared and people fell out of it. Quinn was down the stairs in a flash, the gun she carried out. Her FBI training took over and she quickly told people stay back and get to safe cover. She heard her brothers helping people closer to the stage to safety as she inched closer to the figures on the ground under the light. Suddenly, the light disappeared with a pop, and she pointed her gun at the nearest figure.. “Hands in the air where I can see them!” She ordered, her tone leaving no room for questions. The four figures threw their hands in the air as they slowly sat up.
“Quinn, is that you?” She heard Alec’s voice, causing her to jolt the gun towards the figure who spoke. “Whoa, please put the gun down, it’s me, Alec!” Quinn gave a laugh.
“Hah! Alec is dead, nice try.” She sneered. “And he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing whatever the fuck you’re calling clothing.”
“Ouch.” A smooth voice came from another figure. “Alec, I like your clothing.”
“You picked it out, Sparkler, of course you would,” the shortest of the four figures chuckled. “What is a gun, and should I be worried that she has one?”
“It’s a weapon, and yes you should. Quinn was never a very good shot.”
“Quinn can you interrogate them in the back?” Her brother Mike appeared next to her before she could reply. “We still have to get these people to safety and lock down the hall. Don’t worry, we’ll get the rest of security to go through everything. Hey Alec, you look extra gay today. Nice job man.”
“I’ll need some help getting four people to the back. But yeah I can, just make sure you play some loud ass music during clean up. Drown out their lies.” Quinn smirked.
“Hey!” The short one said. “I don’t know about Sparkler and Domino over there but Curly and I do not lie.”
“Varric, you’re a self-proclaimed liar don’t even start.” Alec glared as Quinn’s security team manhandled them into the back room. “Quinn, I can explain…”
“There will be no explaining. Ya’ll fell out of a stupid fucking hole in the sky. I don’t want to know about that shit.” Quinn shook her head in a sharp motion.
“She’s eloquent. I like her.” the short guy named Varric laughed, “Good choice in friends, Domino.”
“Pat them down. If they resist, full cavity searches. You have the certification for that yeah?” The team of guards nodded. “Good.”
“That’s a little vindictive, Quinn.” Alec frowned. Quinn got into his face.
“You’ll deal with it because it’s protocol. I don’t know if you’re Alec or some hella good impostor, but I’m not risking all those people out there just because someone doesn’t want a pat down.”
“Actually I’m more concerned about a full cavity search. I don’t need more fingers up my ass.”
“That’s what a full cavity search is?” the one currently named Sparkler looked appalled. “What could people hide up there? Other than…” He grinned slightly.
“Lots of stuff. Most common one is drugs. Cocaine is a big thing to stuff up your butt to sneak it places. Prisoners do shit like this all the time. And that’s why you’ll get them if you resist.” Quinn, shrugging, turned to the large blond man standing quietly an grimacing, if going along with her rules. “Why haven’t you protested any of this?” He gave her a brief smile.
“I understand the need for order. And I think the idea of a full cavity search sounds highly unpleasant.” Quinn snorted.
“Can you get me DNA swabs?” She asked one of the guards at the door. “I need to get an identification on the one claiming to be Alec Griswald for sure.”
“How many do you want, ma’am?” The guard asked.
“Four. Ask the FBI agent at the front door. And tell him Quinn needs his help in the back.”
“Gotcha.” The guard nodded before walking off.
“There are FBI agents here?” Alec asked, scrunching his face in mil discomfort and confusion as he was was searched. “For a concert?”
“Yes, two of us are here.” Quinn showed her badge. “NASA detected a disturbance in the atmosphere in this particular club and my brothers just happened to have a show the night they expected the disturbance to manifest.”
The door opened and the guard returned followed by a man in black dress slacks and a red button down shirt. “Are these the suspects, Quinn?”
“Yes,” Quinn replied, ignoring Alec’s protests about being suspects. “Any casualties?”
“Not a single one.” The man grinned before turning to the four “suspects” and showing his badge. “I’m Agent Samuel Hamilton. This is my partner, Agent Quinn Faulkner.”
“This one’s claiming to be Alec Griswald, Samilton.” Quinn jabbed her thumb at Alec. ‘Samilton’ looked at him suspiciously.
“Is that so? If you’re really Alec Griswald, not only will you submit willingly to a DNA test, you’re in for a world of hurt for what you did to Quinn.” He glared, popping open the tube with the swab in it.
“Samilton…” Quinn warned. “I’m a big girl I can handle my conflicts on my own.” Alec stayed quiet, instead opening his mouth for the swab, his eyes on Quinn, who watched him back. “What did the NASA guy say about the disturbance?”
“Gone.” Samilton closed the tube and looked at the three strangers. “Do we want to swab all of them?”
“You won’t find their DNA in any system you have.” Alec finally looked at the other agent. “They’re not from Earth.” Quinn raised her eyebrows.
“Not from Earth…” She shrugged. “Okay. Here’s the deal. Samilton will get everyone’s DNA to the labs for analysis. I will take ya’ll into custody and we’re gonna chat about why three of you aren’t from Earth and where the fuck you ARE from. Any questions?”
“What’s DNA?” The dark skinned man who had been called Sparkler asked.
“DNA… How to explain DNA…” Quinn pulled out her phone and googled it.
“It’s the stuff that makes you you. Your genes and your traits and stuff. Color of your hair, shape of your nose, stuff like that. And that’s the elementary school definition.” Samilton explained, getting a ‘what the fuck’ look from Quinn. “I was going to go into genetics when I started college. Then my FBI calling kicked my ass elsewhere.” Quinn nodded.
“Alright boys, swab ‘em!” She grinned as she popped open a swab stick along with Samilton, who popped one open to swab the small man. She started with the large, muscly, blond man who leaned down at her instruction so she could swab his mouth.
“That tastes like cotton…Gross!” Sparkler (Quinn still wasn’t sure if that was his real name or a nickname) grimaced after Quinn ran the swab through his mouth. “Isn’t that unsanitary?”
“Dorian, this isn’t Thedas. There’s no magic and technology beats what Thedosians have by a long shot. Sanitation is easy.” Alec smiled at Sparkler (Dorian?), calming him.
“Hey Quinn, how come you got the tall guy and I got the short guy? Shouldn’t we have switched?” Samilton whined. Quinn smirked at her FBI partner.
“I know how much you appreciate chest hair, Sammy. And you know how much I like ‘em tall and beefy.” She cackled as the dwarf gave a hearty chuckle.
“Unfortunately for Samilton, I don’t roll that way.” He smirked at Quinn.
“Of course you don’t. I don’t either.” Samilton scowled, popping the lid closed on his swab’s tube. “I’ll get these samples to the lab. Do you want any backup, Quinn?”
“Yeah. Hurry your ass up at the lab, but make sure they test Alec’s sample first. I’ll take ‘em to Andon Gaol. Himchan should be good for backup until you arrive.” Quinn pulled out four pairs of handcuffs and pointed two of the security officers over. “I’ll need your help getting them into the vehicle. Ya’ll are getting handcuffed for appearances. Hands in front of you please.” The four men complied and she closed each pair of cuffs with a satisfying click.
****
The ride to Andon Gaol was filled with a stunned silence. The three foreigners were too shell shocked from a being in a loud carriage that moved without horses, Alec (or whoever he was) was so tired he fell asleep, and Quinn had a lot on her mind, none of her thoughts stopping as she pulled up to a gray concrete warehouse with absolutely no windows. “Look alive, sunshine.” She said, grabbing a key card out of the glove compartment to open the gate. “Hope you got some rest because you’re in for some long hours of talking.”
“Oh joy.” Dorian rolled his eyes. “Well, Varric can do most of it. We all know he’s a born chatterbox.”
“Sorry, you won’t be interrogated together.” Quinn didn’t sound (or feel, for that matter) the least bit sorry. She pulled out her phone and hit a speed dial on the home screen. “Himchan, I’m here with four suspects in the mysterious… Yeah... Mhm... Himchan I’ll debrief you inside just help me get them into their rooms!” She hung up with a sigh, four people staring at her oddly. “What, you’ve never seen an annoyed woman before?”
“You’ve changed, Quinn.” Alec said, his voice sad.
“Yeah, well. We all do.” She said coldly as a tall, thin, Asian man came to the group. Once he was at her side, she smiled. “Himmie! What’s the haps!?”
“Not much, was watching BTS on Jimmy Kimmel when you called. Anyway, these are the suspects? Samilton should have the DNA samples soon.” Himchan shrugged. “Let’s get them in.”
“Sounds good.” Quinn nodded, and as they lead the four men into the building. Himchan took Dorian and the tall, blond man to two cells on one side of the warehouse, and Quinn took Varric and Alec to two on the other side. Once the four strange suspects were in their own cells, Quinn met Himchan in his office. “What have you got for me?”
“The hole that appeared in the atmosphere within the venue was definitely nothing NASA’s ever been present for before, but the disturbance has happened once before.” Himchan frowned as he looked at Quinn. It happened the day Alec Griswald disappeared, and in the same area he was last seen.”
#Dragon Age SUPER AU#It's probably awful#Like me lololol#Gonna tag Dena again because she likes my stuff#I'm glad she does though lol#DENA!
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