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nadiaerre · 1 year
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“You know Mozzie is an orphan. An orphan's gonna wonder about his parents, so he imagined they were spies. Occasionally, something happens that triggers Mozzie to revisit his childhood. When Ellen told me my Dad was corrupted, I ran from the truth and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. Mozzie tells himself these stories to maintain his faith in the world. His faith, however limited, is all that separates a man with a conscience from a man without one.”
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fandomxpreferences · 1 year
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Oh, How the Turn Tables
Pairing: Jake Seresin x wife!reader
TW:none
Summary: Jake comes home to a furry new room mate and isn't as pleased as you hoped.
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When you told Jake you have a surprise for him on the car ride back to your house, he thought it would be something cheeky. He thought maybe you bought some new lingerie or saw something new you want to try. Hell, he even thought that maybe you finally redid the bedroom the way you've been dying to.
What he didn't expect was to come home to a 6-month-old Golden retriever curled up on the couch. He turns to look at you with wide eyes only to find you staring back with excitement rolling off of you. 
"What the hell is that?"
You roll your eyes and sit down to scratch the sweet boy behind his ears. 
"This is Mozzarella, Mozzi for short. I told you I wanted to get a shelter dog, I just couldn't pass her up." You explain and he looks at both of you skeptically. 
"I leave for two months and you have another man in the house?" He scowls and your eyebrows shoot up. 
"You're being a bit dramatic, Jake. He'll love you!" 
Jake eyes the dog and Mozzi just tilts his head curiously while peering up at the man. You can't help but think of that saying, something along the lines of 'dogs tend to look like their owners'. It seems fitting as you take in their equally perplexed faces and golden hair, almost causing you to giggle. 
As soon as Jake makes a move to sit next to you, Mozzi curls up in your lap and effectively puts at least six inches of space between you and your husband. Jake looks at you with his jaw dropped and you just shrug. 
"He likes to cuddle." 
Jake crosses his arms like a child and leans back on the couch. 
"Yeah, so do I." He grumbles and you can't help but chuckle at him. 
The next couple of weeks doesn't go as smoothly as you were hoping. Jake hasn't warmed up to Mozzi at all. In fact, he's begun insisting that the dog hates him and wants you all to himself. You try to tell him it's ridiculous, but he's relentless. 
Jake can't even get within a foot of you if the pup is around, always standing guard at your feet. You find it adorable, Jake isn't quite on the same page. 
He reaches his breaking point when he walks out of the bathroom one evening to crawl into bed. 
"No, no, hell on earth no. He is not sleeping in our bed!"
Jake shakes his head wildly from side to side, and you smile at his unstyled and grown-out hair flopping around. 
"Baby, he's gotten used to it and he's been so sad since you kicked him out!" 
You're pouting, and Jake already knows he's going to cave. He stares you down for a few more seconds before sighing and running a hand down his face. 
"Fine, but he sleeps at the end of the bed only."
You give a mock salute as he crawls into bed and nudges Mozzi down toward your feet. He stays there long enough for Jake to curl up under the blanket and pull you into him before setting on a warpath. 
It seems the second Jake touches you, Mozzi is trying to wedge his way in. You laugh loudly as the large dog plops down on top of both of you until Jake moves to make some space. Your hands tangle in his fur and you kiss him on the nose as his tail wags. 
Jake watches in disbelief, not comprehending how you don't see this dog has it out for him. 
"Y/N." 
You glance up at him and quirk an eyebrow. 
"You can't be serious right now. This dog is the world's biggest cock block."
You want to laugh but his face is deadpan and you realize he's really serious and upset. Your eyebrows pinch and you gently coax Mozzi out of the room before shutting the door and curling into Jake. 
"Okay, fine. Maybe he has a bit of an issue. He's just territorial, kind of like someone else I know who's jealous of a dog." You tease with a pointed look. 
"He just doesn't know you, and you haven't exactly made any effort to get him to like you. Think how weird it must be to settle into a new place and routine, and then one day a man just shows up and stays. You should be glad he's protective, it means he's watching me when you can't." 
Jake pouts and you giggle softly, curling up into his body as the two of you drift off. 
The next morning, he gets a bright and early start. He's determined to make this damn dog like him if it's the last thing he does. He starts off with a drink from Starbucks because though he'd never willingly admit to it, Jake loves a caramel Frappuccino. 
He takes a trip to the nearest pet store and spends way more than what's acceptable on toys and treats.
Your jaw drops when he walks in carrying two bags full of dog supplies, your head shaking side to side with disapproval. 
"Jake, you can't buy a dog's love!" You exclaim and he raises his eyebrows as he pulls out a stuffed duck with a squeaker. 
"Watch me." 
He tries his best to get the Golden's attention, but much to his dismay Mozzi sniffs the new toy a few times before losing interest and trotting over to you. 
"Oh for fucks sake!"
His frustration is only amplified when the squad comes over for the first time since you got your newest family member. 
He watches disgruntled as Bradley rolls around on the ground laughing as the dog licks his face and shoves the duck toy in his face. 
"I don't know what your problem is, Hangman. The dog seems perfectly lovable to me." 
Jake huffs like a petulant child as Phoenix joins them in the fun and crosses his arms. 
"This is such bullshit."
Naturally, when you ask Jake to take Mozzi to a grooming appointment a week later he's reluctant. 
"Baby, he hates me. He'll probably try to hijack the steering wheel and run me off the road."
You roll your eyes at his antics, losing patience with the whole situation. 
"Okay, you have to see that you're being dramatic. Just drop him off and I can pick him up when they're done." 
He finally takes the leash from your hand, holding it as if it's a live wire, and groans.
"Fine, but I'm going to hate it the whole time and I want you to know." 
You lean forward to give him a kiss before shoving him out the door. 
"That's the spirit."
Jake makes another stop at Starbucks on the way to the groomer and waits patiently in the drive-through. He can feel the dog panting as it stares at the side of his face and turns to look at him. 
"Don't look at me like that. No." 
The pup continues staring at him with big brown eyes and he pinches the bridge of his nose as he finishes his order at the speaker. 
"Can I also get a pup cup?" His voice is quiet and jumbled, heat spreading across his chest and neck as the words leave his mouth. 
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that please?" The barista asks and Jake wants to die on the spot. 
"I asked if I could also get a pup cup." He reiterates louder this time and looks around to make sure there are no hidden cameras that can use this as blackmail later. 
The girl chirps back a confirmation with his total and he pulls forward to the window. He takes his drink and sets it in the cup holder before reaching back for the cup of whipped cream. 
"He's so cute!" The teenage girl gushes and Jake mutters a thanks before pulling away. He pulls into a parking spot since he's got plenty of time before the appointment and sighs before taking the lid off. 
He holds the paper cup to the dog's mouth and grimaces at the sound it makes as he laps up the treat. 
"This stays between us. I can't believe I'm a 6'0 fighter pilot and I'm feeding a fucking dog a pup cup. I'm one of the most lethal men in my field, the only one with confirmed air-to-air kills yet here I am like a college girl with her prized show dog." 
Mozzi just stares back at him as he rants and he shakes his head. Great, now he's also talking to the dog like it understands what he's saying.
He gives the pup a minute to finish before backing out and is shocked when he feels a wet tongue on his cheek. 
"Oh, gross. You got whipped cream on me." 
Jake suppresses a gag as he wipes his face with his sleeve, and glances over. Mozzi is looking at him with his tongue sticking out and tail wagging, before nuzzling forward into Jake's side. 
He hesitates for a second before smoothing his hand over the golden fur on his head and giving his ear a scratch. 
"Alright, fine. Maybe you're not all bad."
You're shocked when Jake offers to pick Mozzi up from the groomers, but agree nonetheless. You're even more taken aback when he walks in with the dog and curls up with him on the couch to watch the Longhorns game. 
"So I assume you two resolved your differences?" You tease and Jake flips you off jokingly before returning his hand to Mozzis fur. 
You move to join them, only to find that there's no room. You try to scoot the dog to the side, but he stays planted firmly in place as Jake scratches his back. It's like you aren't even there, and the sudden shift in demeanor makes you frown. 
"Hey, can you move him? I want to cuddle and he's in my way." 
Jake tears his eyes away from the screen to look at you briefly before turning his attention back to the game. 
"Well, well, well, how the tables have turned."
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White Collar Incorrect Quotes Generator 4
Neal: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? Mozzie: *remembers dancing to the ringtone* Mozzie: I didn’t hear it. ________ Mozzie: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart. ________ Peter: We all have our demons. Peter, grabbing Neal: This one’s mine. ________ Neal: Guess what I'm about to get! Peter: On my nerves. ________ Peter: I’ve made a spread sheet of all the crime in Brooklyn. Peter: There’s so much crime in New York, no one should live here. ________ Elizabeth: Are you ready to commit? Peter: Like, a crime or a relationship? ________ Elizabeth: Peter, you love me, right? Peter: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like. ________ Diana: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why. ________ Neal: Mozzie, can I ask you a question? Mozzie: You just did. Neal: Okay, can I ask you two questions? Mozzie: You just did. Neal, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?! Mozzie: You just did. Neal: When?! Mozzie: Just now.
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kimkhimhant · 4 months
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It's me again, I'm hesitant about reblogging because my first ask was spoilery but in the end, who cares lmao. FUCK I forgot about Sara. I agree that the ending was choppy, especially the hospital scene... he moved from ambulance to post-mortem way too fast. What always gets me though is Peter's breakdown. He's alone, and it hits this unemotional man with full force. It's magnificent. I'm also just... sad that Neal was made to believe that he could never fully change. He deserved better. He tried so hard and he WAS succeeding despite Mozzie's disappointed resistance plus everyone else's mistrust. Thanks for geeking out on this with me hehee
hi again!!!
ugh yes Peter's breakdown is heartwrenching, and it brings me back to a line he says earlier in the show, i don't remember the exact words, but he says something about how if something were to happen to Neal, he doesn't know if he'll be able to live with it. and i just. yeah. ow. lol
now buckle up for another character analysis essay bc i can't shut up ever lol
Honestly i have a lot of mixed feelings about Neal's "redemption/reformation" ! because yes he wants to be good, but also... i don't think a true/complete redemption arc is necessary for his character, and i honestly like that he doesn't have one? I think that the most important aspect of his character development in that sense is that, he considers the effects of his actions on other people a lot more by the end, and i think that's all the reformation that he needs and that makes sense for him. I don't think he needs to become someone who commits no crimes/cons in order for his reformation to be recognized.
i think what i'm more sad about is the lack of recognition for that development. he isn't perfect, and he still has a lot of vices, but now his actions are almost all out of a desire to fix things/protect people/etc. Most of the other characters, namely Peter, don't seem to recognize or appreciate this development. Understandable, to an extent – Peter has dedicated his life to law enforcement, and his moral code is, for the most part, aligned with the law. Neal is still breaking the law, even if, in his own mind, Neal is doing so with good intentions, to Peter, the outcome matters a lot more than the intent.
Neal begins the show as a con-artist and art thief whose priority is his own enjoyment and gain, and he ends the show still a con-artist and art thief, but now his priority is shifted. In the later seasons, almost none of the crimes he commits are simply for the hell of it. there's almost always a reason, and the reason is almost always to fix something or to protect the people he loves. his moral code is still very distorted, and he has a strong disregard for the law and authority, but he also cares about other people, their safety, happiness and their opinions of him. He still loves the thrill of the con, and he still loves living luxuriously, he's still impulsive, and he's still very proud of his skills, but...
these things don't make him "bad," in my opinion. He wants to be good, and he is good. His intentions are good, it's just that the way he understands and navigates the world isn't aligned with "legal good."
I could write an essay on that alone. Neal is very traumatized, and very good at compartmentalizing and masking so that no one can tell, and also (this is entering headcanon zone) probably some form of neurodivergence, on top of probable CPTSD and some kind of personality disorder. So, obviously his relationship with the world as a whole is... disrupted and warped by these things, so maybe that's one of the main issues. "moral and good" as Neal understands these things, simply don't perfectly align with most people's definitions of them.
And I think this is the main issue in his relationship with Peter. Neal wants to be good, and is trying to be, and he wants Peter's recognition and appreciation for that. But that's still not enough for Peter, who operates on a different moral code, and doesn't understand Neal's perspective.
Once again, this is very longwinded, but basically: I think Neal did have as much of a redemption arc as he could have had without having a complete shift in worldview, and I really like that about him and his character. That he didn't end the series as a perfectly reformed ex-con, but he did end the show as a good person.
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Let Me Count the Ways Ask Game:
"I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm on your side."
Peter & Neal ♥️
@thesymphonytrue thanks for the prompt! Here's a little pre-series fic for ya. UwU
Opposing Sides
(cross posted on ao3)
Neal peered downwards at the swirling sea below. Clinging to the cliff side, it was a sheer drop of 90 feet to the shoreline. He adjusted his hold, double checking that he had a good grip. He was soloing, relying on his athletic skill and strength alone to climb down the cliff. But now staring at his route to the bottom, he questioned his choice not to use a belayer. It was a good thing he wasn’t afraid of heights.
“Come on, Mozzie. Where are you?” It appeared his getaway driver was late. Not something that was desirable when you were clinging to a rock face with nowhere to rest your body.
There were sounds of someone approaching and a shout of “Caffrey!”.
Neal swore under his breath. Just what he needed at the moment, Special Agent Peter Burke.
“What’s up, Agent Burke?” Neal shouted to be heard over the whirling wind. The weather had worsened, adding to the precariousness of his situation. 
Peter knelt and peered over the edge of the cliff. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re gonna break your neck!”
“Aw, I didn’t know you cared.” Neal shifted around, trying to find purchase on his next foot hold. The case slung across his back dug into his shoulder.
“Caffrey, be careful!” Peter wanted to be the one to arrest Neal Caffrey. He was not going to let him fall to his death. Not on his watch.
“It’s fine. I know what I’m doing.” He found what he thought was a good hold and set his weight on it. It gave way underneath his foot and he quickly tightened his hold on the rock face. Oops.
“Caffrey!”
“Can you, like, shut up for a second? I’m trying to focus here.” He found another more solid hold and began climbing down.
“You’re crazy if you think you can make it.”
“Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence, Agent Burke. You know, I am a professional.”
“Yeah, a professional thief.” Peter squinted in the dim lighting. “Is that the Boateng saber you’re carrying with you?”
“Really, Peter? You want to have this conversation now?”
“Well, since I have you here.” 
Peter glanced around for something to use as a makeshift rope, some vines or a really long branch. But the area surrounding them was barren except for some dry shrubbery. He reached for his phone, intent on calling for backup. Unfortunately, due to the weather, the service was spotty at best. 
Meanwhile, Neal was carefully making his way downwards, pausing every now and then to catch his breath. He was sweating despite the cold; his fingers were beginning to freeze up on him. He couldn’t exactly stop and blow warm air on them, so the sooner he reached the bottom the better.
Dammit, Mozzie, where are you?
Peter tried calling again, walking away from the cliff side and holding the phone up high. Nothing. Dammit.
As he was walking around, he nearly stumbled on a half buried log on the ground. It wasn’t ideal, the circumference large enough that he needed both hands to hold onto it, but it was better than nothing.
He returned to the cliff’s edge. “Here, grab onto this.”
Neal looked up. “Just so you can arrest me once I get to the top? No chance in hell, Agent Burke. I’m not going to prison today. You’ll just have to let me go this time.”
“Listen, Caffrey. I know this may be hard to believe, but I’m on your side.”
Neal paused in his descent. How he secretly wanted to believe that. His dance with Burke was fun, tantalizing, a game that had started on a whim and now was an integral part of his life. But, it wasn’t real. They could never be anything more than what they were: sworn enemies.
“Peter, I’m a thief and you’re a fed. We’re never gonna be on the same side.”
We could be. The traitorous thought came to Peter unbidden and shocked him. Since when has working alongside Neal Caffrey been a viable option instead of chasing him across the world? He banished the idea to the back of his mind. Now was not the time to analyze that.
Neal heard the distant roaring of a motor and felt relief at the prospect of his rescue from this perilous predicament. He glanced back up at Burke who had abandoned the log and was simply staring down at him. He could just barely make out his features in the rapidly fading light, a grave expression, one of worry and concern; and Neal marveled at the fact that it was he who put that expression on the agent’s face. 
“Come on, Neal. Be smart about this. Is this caper worth your life?” He tried desperately to get through to the young man, tried to reach out to him across the gulf between them. Neal had potential, that was clear to Peter. With his skills, he could do anything he wanted with his life. Why throw it all away for some petty thieving and confidence tricks?
“It’s the only life I know,” Neal answered, in a moment of brutal honesty. If only he had had this Peter Burke in his life from the start…But that was a passing fancy.
Finally, Mozzie rounded the corner in a speed boat. He docked near the shoreline and motioned for Neal to climb down the last remaining feet with a series of sporadic gestures. It was time to cut this conversation short.
“Goodbye, Agent Burke. See you around.” 
Neal faded from sight.
“Neal!” Peter felt his heart plummet in his chest. He leaned over the edge as far as he dared and strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the con man.
A pregnant pause washed over the scene, in which Peter held his breath, anxiety squeezing him in a vice.
And then he caught sight of a boat racing across the water. He just barely made out the outline of two men standing at the helm. He blew out air and scrambled backwards, suddenly aware of how close he was to falling. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the moon shining its light over him.
A hysterical laugh burst forth from his mouth and he clutched his sides in mirth. 
Until next time, Neal.
A/N: You know that scene from the Princes Bride? Yeah I had that in mind lol. Ahhhh, I had so much fun with this prompt! It just flowed effortlessly. We need more pre-canon content honestly.
Re the title, just needed something to put down here, but if you have a better option, let me know. Titles are hard lol
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Neal and the fever
So I came upon a post with the idea of an character becoming sick to their stomach whenever he/she was running a fever. (https://www.tumblr.com/emeto-secret-agent/698349342720999424/someone-puking-every-time-they-get-feverish-the?source=share).
I kind of liked that idea and how that would effect the reaction of their environment. So here we go (There will be more than one "chapter":
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“So these are the documents I need you to have a look at by the afternoon. We’re looking for any clue about ...”, Peter broke of mid sentence eyeing his CI carefully. Something caught his attention, but now it was gone. Giving himself a inner shrug, Peter kept on with his briefing about their new case.
It was around two hours later, before he made it to Neal’s desk again. The young man had his back turned towards him, sitting at his desk, going through the last of the files Peter had been handing him before.
“Anything interesting so far?”
He had not anticipated Neal’s reaction to that simple question. The con man nearly jumped in his seat, turning around on his seat with a start, his breathing a little faster than normal, his features crumpling for the fraction of a second from the scare before returning to their well trained calmness.
“Hey there, Peter. Not much so far. There is that one guy mentioned. It’s stated, his name was Jack Omalee, but I’m pretty sure, the last time I met him a few years ago, he went by the name Charles Wayne. Could of course be an coincident, but...” He shrugged, showing, he did not believe in his own suggestions.
Peter took out his notebook, taking the new information down. Clinton or Diana would have to dig up some more stuff about that guy.
It was just when he turned his eyes away from his notes, when he saw Neal rubbing at the base of his nose, his eyes shut.
“Are you alright?”
Putting down his hand, Neal flashed him one of his genuine smiles.
“Just a small headache. Probably from being cramped up behind that desk for to long.”
Peter threw a glance at his watch.
“Nearly time for lunch. How about a little walk in the fresh air, while we crab some food?”
With a nod Neal lifted himself to his feed and took his jacket. Only when they stepped from the elevator Peter realized the other man was lacking his trademark hat.
He frowned.
They went for a coffee store near by, where Peter decided for a nice looking sandwich to round off his coffee. Neal hesitated a little before he chose a chai latte.
“You not hungry?” Peter asked, devouring his food within a few bites as they sat down on a bench outside in the sun.
“Not yet”, Neal said, sipping at his tea leaning a little forward, supporting himself with his arms on his knees. Again Peter eyed him more closely. “Is your head still bothering you?”
There was a short pause, as Neal seemed to try and come up with an answer to that simple question.
Anticipating a kind of white lie Peter was surprised, when the other man finally gave a nod, closing his eyes.
With Neal’s acting skills in the back of his mind Peter was trying to decide, if Neal was just pulling a con on him to get off of work early. Maybe he was scheming something with Mozzie again …
A strangled noise next to him ripped him from his thought and without the slightest warning Neal was leaning over, retching between his feed, decorating the concrete with the remains of his earlier breakfast.
“Wow, wow, wow”. Hurriedly Peter took the cup from his friends hand before the hot liquid would burn his skin. Another gag brought forth some more half digested food. Awkwardly Peter was rubbing the spot between Neal’s shoulder plates, waiting for his stomach to calm down.
“Feeling any better?” Peter asked as Neal spat out some vile looking saliva, clearing his throat.
Breathing deeply through his nose Neal sat up a little, making a vague gesture with his hand, his face still pale, his eyes closed.
He swallowed warily before he spoke. “Sorry, don’t know where that came from.”
He gratefully to the napkin Peter handed him, cleaning his face and blowing his nose, squinching his face in disgust.
“Has your stomach been hurting?”
Neal shook his head.
“Alright. Maybe it’s that headache of yours. El sometimes gets these migraines, you know. Do you think your finished? Or are you still nauseated?”
“Never was. Came on really quick. But I doubt there is anything left.”
Peter frowned again.
“So, do I take you home or do we need a trip to the doctor?”
“Home would be appreciated.” Neal gave him a Caffrey smile, which was not as bright as usual, but still mesmerizing.
Helping Neal to his feet, making sure he was keeping upright, Peter suddenly became aware off the warmth coming from the younger man’s body.
With his palm he touched Neal’s neck, before the other one could wriggle out from his hand.
“You’re running a fever”, he stated.
“I do?”, Neal asked, actually seeming surprised, while carefully feeling his own skin.
“Yes you do. Are you sure don’t need to see a doctor.”
Neal again shook his head.
“Just take me home, please.”
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underrated-love · 1 year
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11:55pm - New Years Eve
Characters | Futakuchi x reader
A/N | Kicking off the new year with a v self indulgent post. 2023 give me a lover, please and Thankyou :)
Also I have no idea what people do on New Year’s Eve or whatever so I’m just making stuff up, glowsticks and funny glasses galore. I think he would look so dumb in them <33
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Blanket spread out, mozzie repellent on, and less than 5 minutes until midnight. When your friends had begged you to join them out here, you were already torn between deciding whether to stay up into the new year, or finally catch up on some of the sleep you’ve been missing.
But eventually it came down to wanting to be in the company of your friends. Between their jobs and volleyball games, you didn’t get much time to spend with all of them at the same time, so an opportunity like this was just too good to miss.
4 Minutes left and everyone had settled down, well, except for Koganegawa, who may have have a tiny bit too much to drink and would rather keep getting up to change seats than just get comfy.
You sat to the edge of the blanket, listening to the rest of their soft conversations and fighting off the tiredness that was steadily creeping up on you. Futakuchi was next to you, discussing something that sounded like volleyball tactics to Aone, who sat to his left, while Kogane kept butting in with stories of things that had happened in the Sendai Frogs; like the time Kyotani had accidentally broken Tsukishima’s glasses and they refused to talk to each other for almost the entire week.
3 Minutes left. Someone had pulled out some glowsticks apparently, and Futakuchi had turned to you to give you a glowstick bracelet.
“Geez you look tired,’ he commented as you slipped the glowsticks over your wrist. “Just don’t go falling asleep on me, ok?”
“Oh don’t worry, your annoying voice is gonna keep me awake just fine.” You both grin at the mutual teasing and he turns away to grab more glowsticks off Aone, who is methodically cracking them to make a necklace.
2 Minutes.
You couldn’t help but to stare at Futakuchi. Maybe it was the tiredness building up, or maybe the bit of alcohol you had had, but in the soft neon glow surrounding him, he looked beautiful. The soft curves of his nose and lips, the slight fluffiness of his hair, and even the dumb novelty ‘end of year’ glasses he was wearing.
He’d been one of your best friends for some time now, but lately even the most mundane things seemed exciting when he was around.
The non-stop playful banter whenever you went shopping together; the way he would rant to you about about an annoying customer at his job. You had found yourself looking forward to any interactions with him.
60 Seconds.
“Ooh someone’s got a staring problem!” Kogane slumped down beside you, throwing his long arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. “You should take a picture. It lasts longer~“
You shoved him lightly, not like you would’ve been able to move him anyway. “Shut up, I wasn’t staring.” Lowering your voice, you hoped he would do the same to not risk Futakucki listening in on your conversation. Kogane just shrugged, throwing you a knowing smile as he lifted himself up to go bother someone else.
Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you began to hear people from other nearby blankets counting down the seconds as your friends began to join them.
“10!”
“9!”
“8!”
Blankets rustled softly as you glanced at Futakuchi taking a quick sip from the bottle in his hands.
“7!”
“6!”
His eyes met yours for a moment and he joined in the countdown with a wide smile.
“5!”
“4!”
Your fingers brushed against his where they lay on the blanket. His hand twitched, but he didn’t move away.
“3!”
You caught his eyes again, and this time you could see the shine in them, even behind his dumb novelty glasses. And you didn’t miss the way his stare flickered down to your lips.
“2!”
He hesitated. But a solid nudge from Aone had him leaning in towards your face. Your hand gently grabbing his.
“1!”
His lips met yours. Clumsily and quickly, but perfect none the less.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
Fireworks exploded in front of you, bathing Futakuchi in more of those pretty coloured glows. He pulled back, an almost invisible flush to his cheeks.
Aone hummed, as if to say ‘you’re welcome’ and Futakuchi made a mental note to talk to him later about not pressuring people into stuff, all the while he gently tugged you to sit closer to him. Mumbling softly, “I won’t mind if you wanna fall asleep now.”
And you knew you had made the best choice in going out with them tonight.
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a-mag-a-day · 1 year
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MAG 45 - apple cutting
1:50 "I’m setting down.", fabric rustles right after "down" xD Wow, it has been some time since hitting-the-table-or-mic sounds happened.
5:25 "compared to the cost effectiveness of just buying a boatload of mosquito nets", between "mosquito" and "nets" weird scratching sound.
John Snow, never heard of him. When it comes to infectious diseases the biggest name being tossed around here is always Robert Koch. He was also involved in Cholera research.
"I don’t remember the name, I’m afraid, but he was foreign; Indonesian, I think, or Samoan." - Oh, who could that be?
9:15 "Neil gave me a relieved nod, and headed back to the lab with his own suitcase", at "back to the" again, a weird sound like something's brushing the mic.
"This is when things… started to go wrong. When things started to get weird. I don’t know if it had anything to do with Neil selling that syringe." - Funny, that it was established so early in the podcast that there are object out there, which cancel out certain fears. This and the camera are the only two though, aren't they? I mean, if there would have been more, I think it would have been too obvious that it could become relevant to the plot. I think it was a nice surprise in S5. I like surprises^^
"Now mozzies need to be kept at a temperature of around 23 to 24 degrees Celsius, which might not sound too hot" - 23-24 degrees Celsius is my comfy temperature actually^^ And hell, it would be nice if temperatures stayed at 23-24 degrees in summer.
"There was no time to pull Neil out, so I did the only thing I could. I shut the door." - I think this is a very traumatizing thing to do. Wanting to save someone, but knowing that in doing so you'd be dead as well. So the only thing you can do, is abandoning them.
"He tried to scream, but that just gave them more places to drink from." - Nice way to say that they crawled into his mouth…
Hmmm, more setting-up of Tim's backstory in the supplemental part there.
Jon be like "Why would Tim be interested in the supernatural" - I don't know, Jon, why are you interested in the supernatural, hm? Perhaps a personal experience?
MARTIN "Hey, I just wanted to check if you wanted a cup of tea?" - Martin, you're a blessing.
Anyway, this is super secondhand embarrassment for Jon there XD
Hmmm got me thinking that this statement indicates that at this point Salesa is searching for fear canceling artefacts and chanced upon this syringe before ending up with a better one with the camera
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blubushie · 8 months
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3/8/23 Darwin, NT
She comes to me in the dead of night I wake to the sound of steps on the verandah and I reach for the knife under my pillow. Dingos can't pull zippers or at least I don't think they can and when I open my eyes she's standing there an old AC/DC singlet, tied in the front, bare midriff showing neon green bumshorts with a white stripe down the side, barefoot. She comes to me wordless, opens my mozzie net and is hasty to shut it behind her. The lantern she carries, a red battery-powered thing accentuates the curve of her chest with its shadows the daintiness of her fingers the pink skin on her palms and where it fades to brown I can see her hair is still damp from wurlebme because she mourned with me.
She kneels at my side, not a word said and rests her hand on my bare chest. Her fingers brush my scar the intimate part of me only she has touched and when she leans in to kiss me — slow, like I'll break I don't protest. Her lips are full, and soft, and warm and my hands rise to hold her face. I get lost between her legs. Fevered kisses and whispers and sweet nothings her hands on my skin, mine on hers touching her scars the way she's touched mine we're breathless when we part, free-floating. She sits against the railing of the verandah my head in her lap, her hands in my hair. She strokes my beard and throat and I don't flinch unbothered by her closeness. I stargaze I tell her about Dhinawan, bedded down on the horizon how south of here people use him as a guide to eat the eggs on the ground instead of pursuing. I tell her of the Yolngu men that ate sawfish and were thrown into the sky by the Sun-woman as punishment and became Orion's belt. I tell her of fires burning on the banks of the Milky Way of eclipses being the Moon-man making love to his wife. We spend an hour like this, time unwasted. She falls asleep at some point and I tell her of my adventures of the places she's never been because Kakadu is her home just as it's mine. I tell her of the ocean of milky seas that glow when you swim through them of whales breaching off the bow of a ship of hearing them when you dive for oysters. I tell her of Outback nights how the stars are the clearest you'll ever see how sweet quandong tastes and I promise to bring her some next time I'm here. When I wake in the morning she's gone home but for a night I laid at her side and ran my fingers through her sweat-damp hair and fell into her eyes and her touch and her smile and the way she said my name. I don't see her again before I leave but she's on my mind the entire morning I'm fishing with my brother and when I'm showing him how I've slacked up on my mustering. at supper my sister gossips to me on events in our mob but my thoughts are still on her the girl who fancies herself my mararradj.
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parragone · 1 year
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Grabs mic
Anyway
Barracks bunk assignments under the cut. Why? Well. Fanfic reasons and because if I don't write it down now I'll forget.
Format: Top Bunk - Bottom Bunk
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Thatcher - Capitão ( Mute was formerly Thatcher's bunkmate, but Caveira threatened to castrate Capitão and now this is the arrangement. )
Sledge - Alibi ( Smoke begged to bunk with Maestro after their first boxing match. Alibi agreed, but only if she got bottom bunk )
Doc - Montagne ( it was immediately agreed upon, but they usually share one bunk anyway... )
Twitch - Rook ( the played rock paper scissors for who got which bunk )
Jäger - Bandit ( one of those "They're usually on the same bunk anyway" situations, but Jäger prefers to be high up )
IQ - Blitz ( there was a brawling match over top bunk. Blitz learned that IQ is weirdly good at pinning a man down when she wants something. )
Glaz - Tachanka ( Finka jokes that they put two tops in the same bunk. Kapkan continues to tell her to shut it )
Kapkan - Fuze ( in which Tachanka teases Kapkan for finally being a top in something and the hunter threatens to kick his ass )
Ash - Castle ( surprisingly easygoing )
Thermite - Pulse ( Thermite used to be bottom bunk but traded after Pulse rolled out in the middle of the night and needed medical attention for a broken nose )
Frost - Buck ( they're always talking. Always. Frost has 900 trains of thought at any given moment, send help. )
Blackbeard - Valkyrie ( Genuinely, they could sleep through a hurricane. Probably HAVE slept through a hurricane... )
Mute - Caveira ( they're besties, actually, and she does his makeup )
Hibana - Echo ( she actually volunteered for top bunk because he looked dejected at the idea of actually climbing into bed. She teases him about being lazy )
Mira - Jackal ( Jackal isn't even there most of the time. His bunk is the bottom bunk for ease of containment when he's captured )
Ying - Lesion ( this is primarily because Lesion knew better than to let anyone trade with her. )
Ela - Dokkaebi ( Doki continues to wonder if Ela actually uses her bunk )
Zofia - Vigil ( the not so easygoing bunk, this place is fucking immaculate at all times )
Finka - Lion ( much to his dismay )
Smoke - Maestro ( a disaster duo. One always has more bruises than the other. Mute continues to tease Smoke about sexual tension )
Maverick - Clash ( formerly inverse until the first time he had a night terror and punched her in the side through the mattress )
Nomad - Nokk ( nomad: I have a bunkmate??? )
Mozzie - Kaid ( Kaid refused to share with a woman, and his choice was respected. Unfortunately for Kaid, he doubted a man could be so... much. )
Amaru - Gridlock ( they're remarkably laid back, Amaru chats on and on about adventures, and Gridlock listens with a patient ear. )
Goyo- Warden ( Goyo complains that he got bunked with discount James Bond, Warden complaina that he got bunked with off-brand Indiana Jones. Everyone else laughs. )
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Familiar Faces - 1.5
Characters: Valerie “Gorgon” Watson, Jordan “Thermite” Trace, Mike “Thatcher” Baker, Max “Mozzie” Goose, Tori “Gridlock” Tallyo Fairous, Liu “Lesion” Tze Long.
Author Notes: Gorgon actually knows a few people in Rainbow but I’m not gonna write all of them since that’s too much lol.
Italics is Gorgon/Valerie's thoughts.
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Gorgon mumbled her thanks and quickly left the office, shutting the door behind her. She let out a soft sigh and rubbed her temples after closing her eyes, still feeling this whole situation was a dream and nightmare in itself. Maybe doing breathing exercises would calm her down-
“Are you okay? Feeling jet lagged?” A male voice erupted in front of her.
Gorgon let out a frightened yell, “Motherfucker!” and opened her eyes. A man came into view who looked equally surprised as her. “Shit. I apologise.”
He laughed. “I should be the one to say sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. But you look exhausted.”
She coughed nervously and gave him a subtle look of irritation. “I’m fine. Who are you?”
“Jordan Trace or Thermite. You must be Valerie. I’m here to show you around. Six’s orders.” Jordan grinned and put his hand out for her to shake.
She shook his hand apprehensively, but that didn’t seem to bother Thermite. “Shall we begin? There are lots of things to take in, but you’ll get used to them.”
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Thermite was right, yet it doesn’t seem to deter the woman's eagerness to explore every inch of the headquarters. From the gymnasium, training room, shooting range and many more facilities, she remained silent or replied in short responses.
“Oh, you are a quiet kind of person.”
“Does that bother you?” She glanced at him as they walked together.
“Not at all. Not everyone is the chatty type. So… this is the workshop. Have a look around. I think you will like this place.” Thermite nudged her on with a smile, and Gorgon entered the room slowly. While she took in the sight in front of her, loud chatter and mechanics whirred in the background, providing her with a sense of familiarity.
The Aussie picked up a gadget that was left on the table and observed it closely, “An electromagnetic pulse device but in a grenade. Haven’t seen this design before…interesting.” An operator nearby heard her mumbling.
“You seem to know your stuff, who’s this Trace?”
“This is Valerie W-”
“Gorgon. Or just Valerie would do. Nice to meet you.” The woman interjected before Thermite could say anything else.
“Likewise, this is your first day? Name’s Mike, codename Thatcher.”
She recoiled from hearing his codename, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. Thatcher.
“Hey, ya alright?”
She quickly brushed her surprise off, “Huh? Yeah yeah, I’m good. Just feeling jet lagged.”
Thermite came to her view and looked at Gorgon, “Told you that you look tired. Should we head to the cafeteria for a break?”
“I believe we still have places to go, I can keep up.”, she replied that made Thermite shrug from defeat while Thatcher stared at the female.
“If you say so, don’t come crying to me if you’re tired. Let’s go. See you later, Mike.” Thermite said it jokingly enough that Gorgon almost rolled her eyes in response, and they began walking out.
I don’t think he recognised me. That’s good. Valerie eyed him for a second before following Thermite.
“I wouldn’t recommend you overworking yourself here, we don’t need more accidents missy.”
That made Gorgon paused in her tracks, her head slightly turning to look at the man behind her.
“If I don’t give my best, do I deserve to be here?”
“Not to the point of ignoring your own health.” Thatcher got closer to her as she faced him. His hand suddenly reached for her uncovered face, his thumb touching a visible scar on her right cheek while his left hand held her chin up. Gorgon froze on the spot. “Your scar, where did you get it?”
She immediately lied, “On a mission a few years ago.”
Mike’s thumb rubbed the scar to observe the skin, and Gorgon tried to pry it away from his grasp, “Nah. It looks like it’s been there for a long time. Are you-”
“V!” A familiar voice screamed behind them.
I’m saved. Gorgon glanced at a recognisable ginger head heading their way, and before she could see who it was, she was freed from Thatcher’s grip.
It was Mozzie who pulled her and started to shake her by the shoulders in enthusiasm, “You have arrived, V!”
Mozzie’s strength shook her energetically, making Gorgon feel dizzy, “Aight Max, calm down for fucks sake.”
Another voice spoke, “She’s right, you drongo.” And a thud sound is heard.
“Oi! That actually hurt.” Max complained and held his head in pain. Gridlock made an amused face while Gorgon rolled her eyes and gently flicked his forehead. “You’re a drama queen, aren’t ya?” the older female remarked sarcastically.
“Serves yer right, Goose. I was going to puke on you if you didn’t stop. Thank her for that.”
Mozzie looked at Gorgon in panic, “That’s fucking gross!”
“Blame the jetlag and you Maxie. Hey Tori!” Gorgon went to hug Gridlock immediately, leaving Mozzie to sulk at the side as the ladies shared their greetings.
“I didn’t forget about you mate, come here silly.” Valerie hugged Max next. “Thanks for the warm welcome by the way.” Mozzie scoffed overdramatically at that but smiled along with Gridlock and the three of them went for a group hug.
Thatcher who witnessed the entire thing, broke out of silence. “Well, guess I won’t interrupt you three. I’ll head off first. Nice to meet you. Valerie.” He watched her reaction as he mentioned her name. The other operators casually replied to him in return.
Gorgon stared at him, not breaking eye contact till he left the room. What’s that look for… does he know?
“Earth to V.”
“Oi!”
“What?” Gorgon caught a hold of herself when Mozzie snapped his fingers in front of her, noticing the duo looking at her face closely.
“Do you have the hots for him? I didn’t know you were into older men Val.” The aussie ginger head asked in a mocking tone, making Gridlock snicker and Gorgon immediately put him in a playful chokehold.
“O-oh shut it Moz. That’s none of your business!” She grumbled and ruffled his slicked back hair.
Mozzie struggled in her arms, “Don’t ruin mah hair idiot!”
“It’s shit! Why are you wearing aviators indoors anyway!?”
“Fashion statement that’s why! Oh by the way, where’s your edgy face paint?”
“Fuck off, for the last time that’s camo paint!!”
“Emo cunt!”
“Trashy ass looking pornstar!”
The man gasped, “Leave my stache out of this!”
Gridlock sighed and gave herself a facepalm as she watched the dwarves continue fighting and shouting insults at each other. They completely ignored the stares of the other people in the workshop, “Just like the good ol’ times in Oz… I’m babysitting them again.”
-
Thermite returned to the workshop when he found Gorgon was not following him and witnessed Gridlock stopping the operators from pulling each other’s hair to throwing rude hand gestures. “Right, that’s enough you two! Ya are too immature sometimes.”
The dwarves ended up listening to Fairous but not before they made faces at each other.
Gridlock noticed him and spoke, “Ah, Jordan you’re here.” That made Gorgon quickly tidy herself in embarrassment when Thermite chuckled.
“I didn’t expect a show when I was looking for Valerie. So that’s where you are.”
Gorgon cleared her throat, “Sorry, I got caught up.”
The FBI operator patted her shoulder and smiled at her, which made her flustered in an instant. “No worries! It’s normal to catch up with your friends. Hey, want to join us? I’m showing her around.”
“Sure, why no- Oof!” Mozzie coughed before he could finish answering.
Gridlock laughed and gripped Mozzie’s shoulder, “Sorry pal, we’re still busy. His drone still needs more fixing to do, you know how gadgets are like. Finicky buggers.”
“My drone is fine-”
“It’s not! Grace said there’s something’s wrong with ya device, right Max?” Fairous eyed at him, Gorgon and Thermite shared a look of confusion.
Mozzie finally understood what she meant, “Ohhhh. Yeah, super wrong. I’m sorry V, me and Grid can’t join ya. But we can meet up tomorrow.”
Gridlock winked at Gorgon, “Enjoy your tour with him, you need to get used to the surroundings Val. Have fun okay? See ya later.” Gorgon looked at the smiling duo suspiciously.
“What a shame, that’s okay. We won’t bother you two then. Let’s go Valerie.” Thermite answered casually as he placed his hand on her lower back, leading them out of the workshop. The female operator nodded and started walking with him.
“Ya trying to set them up Grid?” Mozzie asked while they watched the two figures leaving the room.
“Why not? I think they look good together. Her dating history is drier than a desert. Just empty.”
“She will cry if you tell her that.” The male laughed at her comment, and Gridlock shrugged her shoulders. “She knows I love her and that’s the truth, dingo.”
“I told you not to call me that, back to work it is…boring. Also, you don’t need to hit me that hard.”
“Chop chop dingo, let’s go.”
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“So…you’re close to them? I guess you are since three of you are from the same organization.” Thermite asked the female operator, getting a tiny smile from her when he mumbled his words.
Gorgon kept on taking in every sight that was in front of her, yet Thermite occasionally glanced at her, “Mmm, I suppose we’re kinda like family. We met when I was in my third week of SASR training and have been best mates since then.”
“Which is why Max was super happy when you got accepted. He was the one boasting about you to Six to be honest. He said you’re the best of the best from Australia.”
She finally turned to look at him in surprise when he stopped walking and pretended to be Mozzie, “Come on, you’re not gonna regret this, this gal can do things! A fucking poison expert, she can study these babies and make people wet their pants with a single dose! Harry pass this to Six, Harry, Harry this and that.”
His overexaggerated movements and his imitation of a fake accent ended up making Gorgon snort loudly in the hallway and hide her face to conceal her laughter, “Shit! That’s the best impression of him, I’m sorry for laughing!”
Thermite felt shy from her outburst and played with his bandages, “You’re just laughing of how silly I am, it’s embarrassing me Valerie…”
Gorgon continued to giggle, “I’m not! I love it.”
The man chuckled again, “You do?”
“Yeah!” Gorgon grabbed her handphone from her pocket and waved it at Thermite. “Can you do it again and let me record it? Please?”
Thermite took her phone from her hand and said, “Oh no! Absolutely not. My friends would be ruthless if they saw this, come on let’s go!” Before Gorgon could protest, he wrapped his arm around Gorgon’s shoulder and dragged her to the next facility.
The tour continued as usual, but Gorgon was getting comfortable with Thermite, the atmosphere between them had become significantly better than in the first hour. There was occasional laughter and jokes shared between them while she was secretly trying to memorise the routes as they had walked past several places.
“Since your expertise is about science, I saved the best for the last. I believe this is your destination.” Thermite punched the code in the keypad on the wall, and the door slid open, revealing a laboratory inside. Few scientists and researchers are seen either examining biological subjects or discussing ideas with each other. The operators stood behind a glass wall, watching them.
Gorgon looked in awe like a child in a toy shop. The Texan waved to some of his familiar coworkers but never looked away from her. “You look happy, this place is neat huh?”
“It’s lovely, lovely indeed. Thanks for showing me around Trace.” She hummed in response as she watched a nearby researcher.
Thermite patted her shoulder and said, “Relax, just call me Jordan, and you don’t need to thank me. I enjoyed getting to know you. Oh here!”
He grabbed Gorgon’s hand and placed her phone in her palm. The phone screen lit up with numbers as she glanced at it.
Seeing as Gorgon didn’t look upset or anything, he continued. “That’s my number. If you’re comfortable, you can add it to your contacts and call me whenever you want.”
Gorgon gave him a soft smile and added him to her contacts, Thermite grinned in return when she showed him her phone. “Cool cool… so uhm Valerie, what do you say if we head to the-”
“Is that you Valerie?” A voice spoke from behind them, interrupting Thermite’s sentence.
The female turned and saw Lesion, he instantly smiled and removed his iconic toothpick from his mouth. “It is you!”
Her eyes widen in surprise as he gets closer, “Tze Long! Bloody hell!”
“I haven’t seen you in so long, Val…” Lesion whispered quietly in her ear as he drew her into a hug.
Gorgon got embarrassed by the sudden whisper but rambled, “I know and I’m sorry I didn’t contact you, I lost your contact details and I’m really just-”
He let go of her and tapped her lips, “Shh. All is well. I’m just glad you’re here now.” Gorgon beamed after hearing that.
Lesion’s lips curled up, “Can’t believe you’re in Rainbow now Val. Well done.”
Thermite finally spoke when he noticed Gorgon’s eyes on him, “You two know each other?”  She snickered at his question, and Lesion immediately answered, which made him cough.
“Yeah! In fact, we are lovers! Isn’t that right 亲爱的?” Lesion’s arm was wrapped around Gorgon’s waist, making her yelp while he placed his finger on his lips for a second and later returned the toothpick to where it belonged. “Don’t tell the SAS but we’re planning our wedding.”
Thermite and Gorgon looked at him in surprise, “Valerie’s engaged?” The Texan’s tone sounded a little hurt.
“Tze Long!! He’s just fooling ya Jordan.” She jabbed Lesion’s side lightly. He let out a laugh and removed his arm from her waist.
Thermite shook his head and chuckled again. “Oh of course, silly me. Oopsie-daisie.”
“But we did go out a few times. We should do that again Val.” Lesion nonchalantly answered, and Gorgon sighed. “We’ll see Liu, I feel like shit is going to be busy for me.”
Seeing this might take awhile, Thermite cracked his neck to stretch himself and said, “I’ll leave you two to talk. Take your time, I’ll wait for you at outside Valerie.”
Gorgon nodded and he left the area. “Hm, Jordan is your boyfriend now? And I thought we have something for each other.” Lesion teased her.
“No, he’s not!” Gorgon stammered and cleared her throat, “And I guess we do…have something?”
Lesion chuckled. “Fine, I won’t say anything else or you’ll turn to stone. But you know how I feel about you Val.”
I actually don’t. 
“Sure thing Liu.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, where do you work?”
“Rainbow.”
“Liu.” Gorgon rolled her eyes and he became amused.
“Here. I mean, there’s a CBRN unit in Rainbow. Speaking of it, do you want to join? We could use some more help. I don’t think Six has placed you in this unit.”
The woman faced the laboratory again, her eyes landing on another scientist. “Would she allow it? I only did a few CBRN missions.”
“Of course, I’m in charge. Plus, you’ll gain more experience and you’ll always come up with brilliant ideas. Then it’s settled. You will be in Rainbow’s CBRN Unit.” Lesion took out his phone and began to type something.
He let out a gasp after seeing the time, “Oh! James is going to kill me. It was lovely meeting you Val but I have to go. See you tomorrow?”
Gorgon nodded, “Yeah. You should go Liu. Nice meeting with ya!” And with that reply, Lesion left the laboratory. She did the same afterwards.
The door revealed Thermite waiting for her at the corner, and she approached him, “Hey.”
His smile made Gorgon smiled as well, “Hey, ready to go rest?”
“Hell yea.”
-
“Thanks again for everything, Jordan.” Gorgon said as he brought her to her designated room.
Thermite helped Gorgon unlock her door, “Don’t thank me, told you I had fun.” He watched her place her bags in the room and leaned on the door frame. “Tomorrow is going to be hectic, but you’ll fit in immediately.”
“I suppose so.” Gorgon replied as she eyed the decor but turned her attention to Thermite despite her tiredness.
He looked at her, opening his mouth to say something, though he changed his mind, “I’ll leave you to rest girlie. You look tired. Can’t wait to meet you in training tomorrow.”
Her tired laughter echoed in her room as she sat on the bed, “Don’t get too excited. I’m gonna wreck your ass Mr Trace. Good night.”
“We’ll see about that Miss V. Good night.” Thermite fired finger guns at her and closed her door.
Gorgon laid down immediately and sighed. Tomorrow is a brand-new day. This is it huh. Her eyes become heavier to keep them open and she slowly passes out.
亲爱的: Dear
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itsohh · 1 year
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If you could marry any of the R6 operators, who would It be? (You can marry one or multiple) If you had to chose a squad to be in, which one and why? And finally, out of all of the operators which ten would you chose to be you friends and why?
Oooo this is an interesting one cause there's a lot of operators that I love for real but realistically would probably not be the best to marry.
The first that comes to mind is probably Alexsandr, but then again we haven't actually ever seen his face and then my age gap is really large so hmm. While I love Kali to bits I feel like getting in an argument with her would be the worst thing in the world. Lion's super catholic and I feel like long term I wouldn't be compatible.
I think I would probably want to marry Elias, he genuially seems like someone who would just be the most compatible as a person. Hes fun, chill but caring. While he's still like almost double my age, its far better than Alex. Probably after Elias would be Jordan, again he's a chill funny guy. Both perfect husband material. Maybe Gustave, he's very down to Earth and emphatic but also realistic.
Maybe Eliza? I prefer males more with my bisexuality but I do like Eliza a lot. While she's pretty shut in at time her determination and care for her teammates is really admirable and frankly shes certainly someone I would not exactly overlook her flaws but they're not deal breakers.
So list:
Elias (Blitz)
Jordan (Thermite)
Eliza (Ash)
Gustave (Doc)
Alexsandr? (Tachanka)
Friends are a lot different and I decided to opt out the ones I would marry. Max and Tori, top of the list. Those two are so damn funny and cultural wise I feel like I could vibe with them even realistically I'm not really an active person. I would say I'd love to get to know Yumiko, she seems pretty damn cool. Grace, as someone whos into gaming I'd like to chill with her. Ooo certainly Tina, that woman is the biggest nerd in R6S and damn I'd love to hear that woman rant. Miles is always described in lore at being super chill and just great to be around so enough said.
Sam is old as balls but I think he would be a cool dad friend, he seems to be able to see things seriously but also the humour in things. Certainly would give good advice. Jack is a lil nerd and I actually have a friend similar to him. I'm into music a lot while I'm not into a huge amount of like hardcore metal like he is, I listen to a lot of Jmetal (I like a huge amount of different genres) so I think I could bond well with him on music and stuff. Marius is a hard one, he's also a super big nerd (we already know he's into Star Trek) so I imagine I would like him a bunch as a friend or just wouldn't get along with him at all. No in-between.
Max (Mozzie)
Tori (Gridlock)
Yumiko (Hibana)
Grace (Dokkaebi)
Tina (Frost)
Miles (Castle)
Sam (Zero)
Jack (Pulse)
Olivier (Lion)
Marius (Jäger)
I'm open to what everyone else feels and what other people would pick cause on the bottom line everyone interrupts all the operators differently (and I certainly lean more to operators I play more often and therefore hear more voice lines) There was a couple of people up on the chopping block like Seamus cause I like argumentative but honestly I don't know if he's right wing or left and that could def be a friendship dealbreaker. But yeah feel free to put your own preferences in the comments or whatever. 🤙
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fandomxpreferences · 1 year
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Jake Fic Sneak Peek
“He likes to cuddle.” 
Jake crosses his arms and leans back into the couch. 
“Yeah, so do I.” He grumbles and you can’t help but chuckle at him. 
The next couple of weeks don’t go as smoothly as you were hoping. Jake hasn’t warmed up to Mozzi at all. In fact, he’s begun insisting that the dog hates him and wants you all to itself. You try to tell him its ridiculous, but he’s relentless. 
Jake can’t even get within a foot of you if the pups around, always standing guard at your feet. You find it adorable, Jake isn’t quite on the same page. 
He reaches his breaking point when he walks out of the bathroom one evening to crawl in bed. 
“No, no, hell on earth no. He is not sleeping in our bed!”
Jakes shaking his head wildly side to side, and you smile at his unstyled and grown out hair flopping around. 
“Baby, he’s gotten used to it and he’s been so sad since you kicked him out!” 
Youre pouting, and Jake already knows he’s going to cave. He stares you down for few more seconds before sighing and running a hand down his face. 
“Fine, but he sleeps the end of the bed only.”
You give a mock salute as he crawls into bed and nudge Mozzi down toward your feet. He stays there long enough for Jake to curl up under the blanket and pull you into him before setting on a warpath. 
It seems the second Jake touches you, Mozzi is trying to wedge his way in. You laugh loudly as the large dog plops down on top of both of you until Jake moves to make some space. Your hands tangle in his fur and you kiss him on the nose as his tail wags. 
Jake watches in disbelief, not comprehending how you don’t see this damn dog has it out for him. 
“Y/N.” 
You glance up at him and quirk an eyebrow. 
“You can’t be serious right now. This dog is the worlds biggest cock block.”
You want to laugh but his face is deadpan and you realize he’s really serious and upset. Your eyebrows pinch and you gently coax Mozzi out of the room before shutting the door and curling into Jake. 
“Okay, fine. Maybe he has a bit of an issue. He’s just territorial, kind of like someone else I know who’s jealous of a dog.” You tease with a pointed look. 
“He just doesn’t know you, and you haven’t exactly made any effort to get him to like you. Think how weird it must be to settle into a new place and routine, and then one day a man just shows up and stays. You should be glad he’s protective, it means he’s watching me when you can’t.” 
Jake pouts and you giggle softly, curling up into his body as the two of you drift off. 
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DATE : 8th of may, 2023. WITH THANKS : to mozzie @ofmccnlight​, who contributed the final third ( & to who i owe my life ) ! 
I.   HERMIONE GETS OFF THE BUS AROUND THE CORNER from her parents house. it's late enough that she probably could've risked apparating, but the last time she'd thought that she'd been distracted by something at work and tripped on the landing ; her neighbour had been out watering his begonias in preparation for the 'sunny spell' in their forecast and she nearly jumped out of her skin when he straightened up behind their shared fence and called out to say good evening. it was a narrow miss, almost ruinous, and though she was resolved to never have a repeat, she wasn't confident in her ability to be altogether present following memorial weekend. too many feelings were dredged up over those hellish few days, and even the bus ride was a solemn, distracted affair - forehead pressed against cool glass and eyes pressed tightly shut, hermione let the muted hustle and bustle of the late night crowd wash over her and very nearly missed her stop.
she's disappointed but not surprised to find that the council still haven't fixed the streetlight that sits directly in front of her semi detached. she takes a moment beneath it to adjust the strap of her overnight bag one final time and stare up at the flickering bulb - briefly entertaining, not for the first time, the idea of simply using magic to do their work for them - and then shakes herself from looming reverie and sets off down the drive. magic, as mrs weasley has often chastised in her presence, is not a fix all ; a LOT of her life in the past few years has been spent accepting these things she just cannot or should not change, and the council will send someone round soon.
probably.
no sign of her neighbour, so she probably didn't have to go through the pains of catching a muggle bus from the leaky cauldron - she sighs at the thought and crouches to retrieve the spare key her parents had kept in one of those silly faux rocks, her own still with the other neighbour trusted to care for crookshanks the past few evenings. she was a nice girl, similar in age but lacking the same sort of life experience that had caused the perpetual bags beneath hermione's eyes. when she'd dropped the key over the road to her, she'd offered to get her a good deal on a sleep mask from the avon like company that she'd signed up to recently, telling her that it would 'clear them right up' ; she'd bit her tongue and told her 'thanks again', managing to rush out the door before saying anything too critical. she'd probably have to do the same when she called round the next morning, but that was definitely a problem for tomorrow and for now, hermione was happy to trust in a good nights sleep in her own bed. 
she straightened up, plastic rock in hand, and set about sliding the little compartment open as she turned to face her door and, suddenly, froze. no need for the key ; she drops the rock back to the ground, hoists her bag further up on her shoulder and pulls out her wand from her back pocket, no longer caring who sees her doing it. with just the streetlight to illuminate the front of her house, it hadn't been immediately noticeable to hermione that the door was hanging just slightly ajar and naturally, her first thought isn't that the newly minted avon girl simply forgot to pull it closed the way she'd told her. she doesn't have that luxury. 
her heartbeat pounding in her ears, hermione forces herself to take one step at a time and approach the door. it's her worst nightmare come true, the very reason that her parents still think they're living their dream in southern australia ; the idea that her muggle existence, here, her childhood home, that it's all been found out and…- she pushes it open with her foot, wand raised and ready, and then there is a FRIGHTFUL yowl and she jumps, violently, only just managing to hold out her arms to catch him as her ginger cat launches himself at her, full force. 
"oh, crookshanks-" she surveys the initial damage, the shattered glass of a hallway mirror and the contents of a drawer that have been spilled across the carpet, clutching him to her but keeping her wand high, "oh, silly boy. what happened?" 
II.   she almost misses him. wakes too late in the morning & gets stuck in the entrance hall saying her goodbyes to the wix she won't see again until the next memorial ; she never really unpacked and she's been ready to go since the remembrance ceremony wrapped up the night before, but GINNY knows how it would look if she was one of the first to go. visceral discomfort is boxed, residual anger is bottled, everlasting grief is locked away - memorial weekends are perpetually marked by the sacrifices that she has to make for the sake of her friends and family, but it never gets any easier. she's usually ready to blow, about now, but she manages to extract herself before disaster strikes and sets off down the trail before anyone tries to call her back again. so one minded is her focus on escaping the castle grounds that ginny doesn't realize that he's making the same trek alone until he's almost at the hog flanked gates. it's a split second decision - she glances behind her, quickly, establishes that there's no one to witness it, and then she breaks into a bit of a mad dash. she doesn't call out to grab draco's attention, but she does manage to reach him before he apparates or sticks out his wand arm for the knight bus with only minimal breathlessness, which she considers a win. 
quizzical, he turns at the sound of heavy footfall & ginny comes to a halt that she tries to make look natural. 
"hey," she says, lamely, "i didn't know you were here this weekend-... i didn't see you." 
he lifts a single shoulder in a lazy sort of shrug. "our circles don't overlap," he's distant, but that's to be expected. she doesn't think it's aimed at her, specifically. memorial weekend brings out a different side to all of them, really, and ginny isn't fool enough to think that he's always as open as she once found him ( nor as distrusting as she would need to be to consider it a falsehood ) but since then, it's been a lot harder for her to ignore the dark circles pressed beneath his eyes.
she's no longer sure where the initial instinct came from, and a little too willing to see it through to the end : "do you want to come back to mine?" she asks, and when she sees his next thought forming, adds, "just to… hang out. that's all. you can leave if it starts getting claustrophobic." 
his lips quirk at that, a tiny tease of the smile she's come to look for, and when she reaches out a hand - ginny knows he'll take it. 
they apparate onto her 'doorstep', though it can't really be called that. she's tried to dress it up a bit in the few years that she's been living there but there's only so much that she can do. a fresh lick of paint, a funny doormat that luna found funny but neville had gone beet red when he'd seen ( i see london, i see france… ), one potted plant that was slowly giving up on life - seven wix lived on the same floor as her and had put about the same amount of effort in, but ginny was suddenly quite conscious of how it looked to an outsiders eyes. a bit sad, probably. cheap, she thinks, and then she banishes the thought ; he knows who she is, by now, where she's come from & where she got to. she's not ashamed of either, and for all that almost fretting, all her worries about this sudden marrying between two worlds - the one where they are ill defined and this one, where he's… well, let in - he doesn't say anything except a dry, "your plants gone brown."
"yeah, well, i've been a bit busy to remember to water it-"
"for its entire lifetime, i presume…?"
"shut up," she tells him, sternly, rooting around in her bag for a moment until she finds her wand and tugs it free. she taps it against her door handle ( she can never find her key when she needs it ) and the lock gives a loud click as it moves out of place.
ginny turns her focus to him as she pushes through, keeping her wand in hand - just in case he feels the need to make any undue comments - and explains, "you might be unfamiliar with the concept, but this is a flat. they're a bit small, but they're very cosy. mine's probably a little messy, but i-" he breaks their gaze and looks over the top of her head, and it is the tiny widening of his eyes that forces ginny to turn and notice, for the first time, the elephant in the room.
this isn't her mess. the burrow, that had looked like this every once in a while, usually at the start of summer when everyone was back under the same roof and in the same state of disorganized unpacking - but she never would've been so careless. everything she owned that had once had a place had now found a new one on the floor. her mattress was shoved up against the wall ; drawers turned upside down ; the cushions on her sofa had been torn into, their down strewn across the chaos. she didn't have to peek around the corner to know that her kitchen was in much the same awful state - she could see that something had spilled on the tile, because it had crept dangerously close to the carpet in the doorway. 
she was speechless.
malfoy was not.
"merlin… do you actually live like this?" 
III.   a crack rings out through the stillness of ottery st. catchpole as LUNA LOVEGOOD stumbles into view out of nowhere . the speed in which she had thrown herself into the apparation prompts a forward momentum that continues even as the spell spits her out smack dab in the middle of her front garden , more than a few yards away from the front porch sheʻd been aiming for . no one is awake to witness the way she almost ends up ass over teakettle in the dirigible plums . the surrounding night is entirely silent barring the giggles that follow the blonde figure as it trips itʻs way through the garden plants , interrupting the quiet snores of the weeping flowers near the kitchen window. they shake their bell - shaped bulbs at her , tinkling softly and sleepily , in admonishment . she blows a raspberry at them . they pull back in reproach and donʻt bother trying to pass on anymore messages . it certainly wasnʻt they who raised her to have such manners . besides , they were sleepy . their night had been interrupted enough as is .
the idyllic garden life continues to sleep even as she noisily makes her way into the house , not even blinking as the front door gives way beneath her prodding hands . neither her nor xenophilius were ones to lock the door when an alohomora was a master key for anyone who really wanted it to be . besides , their home was an open one . all were welcome if they needed a place to sit and have tea with someone always willing to lend a listening ear .
she breezes through the entryway and into the kitchen , handbag landing on the floor with a thump after she aims for the coat rack and misses by a mile , nearly tripping on the various bits and bobs that are always scattered across the floor . she knocks into more than one end table or bookshelf , teeming with items that have a tendency to just spill over . the mess that she spies through her peripheral , blurry as it may be , seems par for the course .
through the doorway of the kitchen , she spies a light coming from beneath the door and goes about setting two mugs out on the counter . the teapot is an heirloom from her motherʻs grandmother and sits waiting , already full and already heated , for when she pours the two cups that have become more nightly ritual than it was originally intended . itʻs as practiced as the way she places the cover on the sugar container , more than used to the way that her father leaves things about in his forgetfulness . 
“ bit of a late night writing spree , then ? ” she calls to the light still on way later than it should be and is not surprised when she doesnʻt get an answer . this is how things go when heʻs deep into his writing binges . luna talks and talks and talks and her father resurfaces to hear her eventually . not immediately. but eventually , 
“ you know , you really arenʻt producing your best work when youʻre straining yourself by staying up so late , ” she scolds across the house , nudging loose parchments out of the way with her socked foot as she makes her way to the door and gently opens it with her hip 
“ so you might consider heading to bed after this cup — ”
the mug shatters moments after luna hastily shoves them onto the desk , uncaring as to where it is set and not even flinching when it lands too close to the edge and slips right off . 
xenophilius lies crumbled on the ground . heʻs bleeding profusely from a wound on his head .
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ejzah · 1 year
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Thanks for tagging me @chicgeekgirl89!
Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.  
1. What Happens in Tokyo
“Now there’s something I haven’t heard in forever,” Eric commented. “There’s a severe lack of nicknames in our company. And novelty pajama pants.”
“Well, I can help you with the first one, but sadly we did not pack any pants with pandas or cacti on them.”
2. The Bruises that Never Fade
Kensi made a sharp noise, her hand squeezing around his, but didn’t interrupt.
“It was like I was ten all over again. I could almost feel the bruises on my legs and arms.”
3. A Moment to Ourselves
Deeks licked his bottom lip, eyes impossibly blue with desire and now focused on her mouth.
She reached for his face at the same time he backed her up against the closed door, kissing her with enough intensity to make her gasp. Her hands fisted in his hair, drawing him even closer as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
4. Passing It On
“Yeah, what you did to those lights violate anyone’s standard. It could be considered a criminal act by some people,” Deeks interjected. Kensi rolled her eyes, resting a hand on her hip.
5. Raccoons
“Kens, it’s just dinner. Doesn’t have to be anything else,” Deeks tells hers. Even though he’d love it he do much more. Kensi presses her lips together, eyes conflicted. She hesitates, then crosses between their desks, and Deeks’ breath catches.
6. Type A
“Estoy bien. Solo necesito dormir,” she insisted, falling into Spanish as she often did when she was tired or particularly emotional. In direct contrast to her words, Rosa shivered, her eyes slipping shut. Deeks swore her cheeks were more flushed than a minute ago.
7. Looking Our For a Friend
“You’re doing fine, Deeks,” Sam assured him. “How’s Rosa doing?”
“Better. Though I think my mom is driving her crazy by now.”
“Sounds about right. Nothing like family to annoy the sick out of you.”
8. Thankful Indeed
“Why would she hate us? Everyone loves green bean casserole,” Kensi comments with a frown like he’s crazy. “Ooh, give me a pupusa. And a roll.”
“This is Kensi’s favorite day of the year,” Deeks stage-whispers to Rosa, who giggles.
9. An Ally
“So that’s OPS where Nell and Eric, otherwise known as the Wonder Twins rule. You’ll love them,” Deeks explained, calling back on his experience leading campus tours in college. “They do all kinds of wizardry that the rest of us can’t even begin to comprehend.”
“Can’t wait,” Jeff said, smiling as he followed along at a leisurely pace.
10. Another Us
“It’s the principle of the matter. She testified against you before and, therefore; has the capability to do so again if the tides should change,” Mozzie responded evenly and with the air that there was no other valid option.
“You sure it’s not any other reason you don’t want Sara around?” Neal asked, eyeing Mozzie pointedly.
Tagging @glenncoco4 and @wanna-be-bold if they would like to.
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kryptonian-puppy · 2 years
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Which ops play DnD together?
Absolutely all of them have tried their hand at it, IQ is extremely persuasive/annoying so they usually just attend one session with a pre made character just to shut her up. Quite a few stick with it though, I’d say Buck, Blackbeard, Capitao, Mozzie, Twitch, Thunderbird, Valkyrie and Oryx are the main stayers and attend every session that IQ can run for their campaign. Alibi dips in and out, Cav watches every now and then but Jackal and Glaz help out with DM’ing when IQ is on mission. Nøkk watches through one of the black eyes she stole off Valk and set up in the briefing room where they play. She’s very invested in the story, it’s like Netflix for her.
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