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Les nouveautés de la semaine (30/05/22)

À la une : L'intérêt au désintéressement : cours au Collège de France (1987-1989) / Pierre Bourdieu

Cote de rangement : HM 578 B 264106 : Domaine : Sociologie

"En 1988 et 1989, Pierre Bourdieu consacre son cours à un aspect aussi central que difficile de l’État : le service du bien public. Les fonctionnaires prétendent sacrifier leurs intérêts personnels, mais des actions gratuites, totalement désintéressées, sont-elles vraiment concevables ? Y a-t-il une part de vérité à décrire le droit comme un ensemble de règles universelles au-dessus des intérêts particuliers, ou n’est-ce là qu’idéologie ? Les bureaucrates sont-ils la classe qui pense, célébrée par Hegel (mais aussi Durkheim), ou les usurpateurs dénoncés par Marx ? Pierre Bourdieu dépasse ces alternatives en s’intéressant à la formation, dans nos sociétés, de champs tels que le champ juridique ou le champ bureaucratique : les agents sociaux y sont conduits à servir, en même temps que des intérêts qui leur sont propres, des intérêts qui les dépassent. Si des actions désintéressées, orientées vers l’universel, sont possibles, c’est parce qu’il existe, dans ces univers sociaux, un intérêt au désintéressement. Au-delà de cette démonstration, ces cours sont l’occasion de découvrir des analyses inédites de Bourdieu sur la genèse du champ juridique, la naissance des sciences sociales, l’usage de la notion de profession en sociologie…" - Quatrième de couverture

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Environnement

Confronting Climate Gridlock : how diplomacy, technology, and policy can unlock a clean energy future / Confronting Climate Gridlock : how diplomacy, technology, and policy can unlock a clean energy future

Cote de rangement : HD 9502 .5 C 264095

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Sciences politiques

New democracy : the creation of the modern American state / William J. Novak

Cote de rangement : JK 31 N 264096

Degenerations of democracy / Craig Calhoun, Dilip Parameshwar Gaonkar, Charles Taylor

Cote de rangement : JC 423 C 264099

Power to the people : constitutionalism in the age of populism / Mark Tushnet and Bojan Bugaric

Cote de rangement : K 3171 T 264101

Les globalistes : une histoire intellectuelle du néolibéralisme / Quinn Slobodian

Cote de rangement : JZ 1318 S 264109

US-China nuclear relations : the impact of strategic triangles / edited by David Santoro

Cote de rangement : E 183 .8 U 264113

Role compatibility as socialization : the case of Pakistan / Dorothée Vandamme

Cote de rangement : JZ 1761 V 264117

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Communication

News from Moscow : soviet journalism and the limits of postwar reform / Simon Huxtable

Cote de rangement : PN 5279 H 264097

Cheap speech : how disinformation poisons our politics -- and how to cure it / Richard L. Hasen

Cote de rangement : JA 85 .2 H 264100

Faire référence : la construction de l'autorité dans le discours des institutions / Claire Oger

Cote de rangement : JA 85 O 264104

La collision des récits : le journalisme face à la désinformation / Philippe de Grosbois

Cote de rangement : PN 4784 .F27 D 264105

Où en sont-elles ? une esquisse de l'histoire des femmes / Emmanuel Todd

Cote de rangement : HQ 1121/010

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Économie

Growth for good : reshaping capitalism to save humanity from climate catastrophe / Alessio Terzi

Cote de rangement : HD 75 .6 T 264098

Le capitalisme contre les inégalités : conjuguer équité et efficacité dans un monde instable / Yann Coatanlem, Antonio De Lecea

Cote de rangement : HB 501 C 264110

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Sociologie

A multidisciplinary approach to pandemics : COVID-19 and beyond / edited by Philippe Bourbeau, Jean-Michel Marcoux, Brooke A. Ackerly

Cote de rangement : RA 643 M 264102

Embryon, personne et parenté / sous la direction de Séverine Mathieu et Enric i Porqueres i Gené

Cote de rangement : GN 482 .4 E 264103

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Commerce

Le commerce et la force / Maxence Brischoux

Cote de rangement : HF 1359 B 264108

Ethical value networks in international trade : social justice, sustainability and provenance in the Global South / edited by Warwick E. Murray, John Overton, Kelle Howson

Cote de rangement : HF 1413 E 264115

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Finance

Options, futures et autres actifs dérivés / John Hull

Cote de rangement : HG 6024 H 264112

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Informatique

Réseaux / Andrew Tanenbaum, Nick Feamster, David Wetherall

Cote de rangement : TK 5105 .5 T 264111

Auditing corporate surveillance systems : research methods for greater transparency / Isabel Wagner

Cote de rangement : HF 5548 .37 W 264116

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Gestion

Menaces et opportunités du télétravail / sous la direction de Henri Savall, Véronique Zardet

Cote de rangement : HD 2336 .3 264114

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Tous ces ouvrages sont exposés sur le présentoir des nouveautés de la BSPO. Ceux-ci pourront être empruntés à domicile à partir du 13 juin 2022.

#Sociologie #Science de l'environnement #Sciences Politiques #Communication #Economie #Commerce #Finance #Informatique #Gestion

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just-here-for-the-moment · 3 years

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Paloma, Part I

Series Masterlist - Part I - Part II

Word count: 4100+

Rating: mature, 18+ only

Outline: Statesman!Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels, and "You" (OC cis/het female reader, Statesman research analyst, code name “Paloma”; age 26; reader is “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: fully legal age gap; curse words; references to M/F sex; lots of yearning; a little sprinkling of angst; American readers, please be warned that this piece features the absolutely filthy fantasy of Statesman paying off your student loans in full

You left Kentucky on a sunny June morning with a rolling suitcase, six cardboard boxes, and a heart full of golden light. You were ready for the new challenges of your promotion and the move to New York, but it was still hard to quell the little butterflies that insisted on dancing and twirling in your gut. Statesman HQ was like a beacon that had been calling to you for the last three years, and you were half-convinced that the promotion and the move were a daydream; something that would be snatched out of your hands if you thought about it too much.

It was strange to leave Kentucky, your home since you were four years old. You had been raised in a small town about an hour south of Louisville, and you hadn't had the opportunity to leave until college. Even then you didn't travel very far, just to a dorm room at the University of Louisville, going back to your hometown for every vacation instead of flying off to California or Europe like some of your more glamorous friends.

You had put your time to good use, though. You busted your ass and completed an accelerated program in Criminal Justice that earned you both a Bachelor's and a Master's in one go, with a minor in statistics and data science. The result was a deep and abiding love of research and analysis, with the burning desire to do good in the world.

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The Friday morning of your graduation ceremony, you emerged from your apartment fresh-faced and giddy, ready to walk the stage and start the next phase: adult life in the "real world." You knew that your life was about to change, but as you juggled the garment bag with your cap and gown and tried to lock your door, you had no idea just how much. You heard a soft voice say your name behind you, and it made you jump and drop your purse, spilling the contents across your doorstep. You turned to see a woman of about 40, with flawless terra-cotta skin and an adorable mop of chestnut hair. Black horn-rimmed glasses framed bright, inquisitive eyes. She immediately bent to help you retrieve your belongings, stammering gentle apologies.

"I'm so sorry! Let me help you get your things. I didn't mean to scare you." She smiled sweetly at you and handed you back your sunglasses and lip gloss.

"No! It's fine, I'm sorry I'm so preoccupied." You lifted the garment bag by way of explanation. "Graduation day! Um, how can I help you?"

"You don't know me, but my name is Ginger. I work for an organization that recruits bright young minds like yours. It's a lot to explain, but if you're interested in a job interview next week, we'd love to talk with you." She handed you a creamy white business card with a Louisville address.

You frowned. "Statesman Distillery? I don't have any experience with alcohol production or marketing. I do data analysis and my degrees are in criminal justice."

"We know. We've been following your research and your schooling for a while." She gave you a mischievous smile, and it looked for all the world like she was hiding something fun behind it, something secretive and intriguing that made you want to know more.

"Please, just give me an hour of your time next week? When you have some time to pay us a visit, just call that number and ask for me. I'm really looking forward to chatting with you."

You thanked her and promised you would call, and then you tucked the card into your bag and forgot all about it for nearly a week. Graduation day was hectic, with lots of relatives visiting and interrogating you about your career plans, and the days afterward were spent attending parties and saying goodbye to friends who were scattering to far-flung places. After you had finished the last of your university-related errands like returning a few library books and picking up your official transcript, there wasn't much left to do except putter around your apartment and take a few days off before beginning a job search. Those student loans weren't going to pay themselves off.

You found Ginger's card in your purse on Wednesday morning and put it on the fridge with a magnet. On Thursday you were so hungover you didn't want to make any calls. On Friday you found yourself at loose ends with nothing planned, so you picked up the phone and dialed. When you reached the switchboard you gave your name and asked for Ginger, and they put you right through. She picked up after one ring, as if she had been waiting for your call.

"Hi! I'm so glad you called me! Can you come by today?" Ginger sounded genuinely excited to talk to you, not smarmy or fake like other corporate recruiters you had spoken with.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I mean, yes, thank you. Are you sure today's okay? I can come next week if that's better."

"No! Please come whenever you're ready. I'm really hoping you'll like what you see."

"Okay, will I need to dress up? Will I be meeting with anyone for an interview? Should I bring copies of my resume?" You wanted to make a good impression, but you weren't sure if this was just something the distillery did casually, like a winery tour, or if you would need to be ready for a formal interview.

"Nope! Just bring yourself! We already know everything we need to know about your qualifications."

"Ah... okay. I'm all yours. I'll see you in about an hour?"

"Perfect! I'll leave your name at the front gate with the guard. Just show them your ID and they'll wave you through."

You said your goodbyes and put the phone down. What kind of data analysis job was even available at a distillery? Market trends? Did they need a criminal justice major for tracking down rip-offs, like people counterfeiting their product? But wait, didn't the government do that kind of thing? The ATF? You shook your head clear of questions and hopped in the shower. You could ask Ginger all of your questions, since she seemed to be so happy to talk with you.

When you arrived at the Statesman Distillery an hour later, you were impressed at the size of the facility. Distilleries were pretty common in the state of Kentucky, with lots of little family companies sprinkled around. But Statesman rivaled the big names for sheer square footage.

Ginger met you in a conference room and offered you coffee, and then asked you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. You didn't think twice about it. NDAs were common in lots of industries, and you guessed that it had something to do with trade secrets, Statesman not wanting to leak information about their whiskey production details. When Ginger began the tour and you walked down a long hallway with multiple sparkling white laboratories behind thick glass, you found it unusual, but not alarming. Cleanrooms, maybe? Something to do with alcohol distillation formulas, probably.

When she ushered you into a large wood-paneled office and introduced you to Champ, the head of Statesman, you thought it was odd. Companies didn't normally introduce new college graduates to executives during tours. Based on the size of the organization, you thought you might meet the CEO or President once or twice a year, maybe at a holiday party or a company retreat. But he was friendly, and he seemed to have already heard of you; his eyebrows raised an inch at Ginger when she gave him your name. He also seemed far more interested in criminal justice and data analysis than you expected for a distillery executive, but you shook hands and answered all of his questions politely.

When Ginger asked you to step into an elevator and it dropped 10 floors, you started to wonder a little. When the doors opened and she walked you to a room with a huge bank of monitors, with screens showing all kinds of maps and security video feeds, you were downright confused. But when she revealed the cherry on top, the fact that Statesman was not in the business you thought they were? That was too shocking. You were sure she was joking. You turned behind you to look for hidden cameras, expecting a prank show host to come jumping out at you.

"This is a joke, right?"

Ginger smiled that sweet, warm smile at you. "No joke. We want you to join the Research Unit, working in the Data Analysis section. You would be keeping our agents safe, helping them make the best decisions possible. And in turn your work could save lives, hundreds of them. Maybe even thousands. What do you say?"

"I... uh... I still think you’re joking. I’ve never heard of anything like this. I… are you sure you want me?"

"Yes, if you're interested. We could use you on the team." She pushed a little slip of paper into your hand, and when you saw the annual salary that was listed, you almost fainted.

"Ginger, this is way too much. I just graduated and this is, like... this is a senior analyst's salary. I'd be able to pay off my student loans in like three years!"

"Actually, we would be paying your student loans off before you start work. If you have financial burdens hanging over your head you could be vulnerable to bribes or extortion attempts from foreign governments or bad actors. We want you clear before you start with us. Think of it as a signing bonus."

"Holy shit! Sorry, I mean... I... Jesus." You looked at her in confusion. "Y'all really want me?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes, we really do."

"Okay, when do I start?"

And that had been it, your first "big girl" job out of college. You were welcomed warmly to the Statesman team, and you loved the fact that you did interesting work that had a real impact. The hardest part had been telling your friends and family the required cover story, saying you were doing market analysis until you could find a job in criminal justice somewhere. But since you were happy with your new job and it paid well, none of them pressured you to move on.

During your first two years with Statesman you climbed the ranks, earning promotions and new responsibilities that eventually put you in the seat of Assistant Director of Data Analysis. You had risen high enough in Statesman that your work required a code name, and you chose “Paloma,” a nod to your favorite grapefruit cocktail. You answered directly to the head of the Research Unit, and every report that your team produced was vital. You weren't wasting your talent in some corporate hole, enriching the CEO's salary at the expense of your sanity. You were saving lives, making a difference. Your reports had even been sent to the New York headquarters, where they used them as a model for operations.

And the job had brought you romance, too. One day not long after your promotion to Assistant Director, you were walking out of the conference room, so focused on your phone that you didn't see where you were going. You bumped into something large and solid in a denim shirt, and a pair of warm, calloused hands held your shoulders to steady you. You cursed softly to yourself and then looked up into the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes that you had ever seen. A man with patchy stubble and a well-worn baseball cap smiled at you, eyes crinkling with warmth.

"Whoa! Are you okay?" His eyes looked concerned as they searched your face. You looked at him with wonder. He was so, so beautiful. The smile dropped, and then his brows knitted together into a slight frown. "I said, are you okay?"

You realized you were staring with your mouth half open like some lovestruck teenager, and that an embarrassing amount of time had passed since you first met his eyes.

"Yes!" Your voice was louder than you intended. "Yes, I'm sorry. Sorry I bumped into you. I should have watched where I was going. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. Did I hurt you?"

"Ah, no. No, I'm fine. Sorry. Just distracted today."

"That's okay. Sorry I startled you." He smiled again and squeezed your upper arm.

You could have stayed there forever, leaning into his touch. He let go, much to your chagrin, and then went into the conference room. You made a note to ask someone who he was, to see if you could find out more about him. He wasn't being escorted by a staff member, so he was obviously part of the Statesman organization somehow. Someone would know who he was.

You went into the ladies room, running into Ginger at the sinks. "Oh, Paloma! I'm so glad I saw you. I need to steal your boss for an urgent matter. Can you run his 11:00 meeting in the conference room? I know it's last minute, but I'll buy you lunch later."

Your brain flickered out for a nanosecond. The 11:00 meeting? The conference room? The handsome man? You recovered your composure and smiled at Ginger. "Yeah, no problem at all. Tell him to drop his notes off in the conference room and I'll be there in just a moment."

Ginger smiled and punched your shoulder softly. "Thanks, Pal. I owe you one."

You washed your hands in a trance. Oh lord, this was going to be interesting. You squared your shoulders and met your own eyes in the mirror. You looked exactly like you had this morning, just your normal self. Most of the time that was fine, but right now you wanted to be more glamorous, more devastating. You wanted to absolutely bewitch the handsome mystery man in the meeting. In the absence of some kind of last-minute emergency Hollywood makeup team, you would have to settle for a fresh application of lip balm and a quick scrub of your teeth with a damp paper towel. You flicked a stray eyebrow hair into place, sighed, and headed back to the conference room. Looks weren't important anyway, right? Statesman had hired you for your brain, not your face. And really, you were more interested in showing your boss that you could do well in your new role. So you banished your insecurities from your mind and breezed into the meeting.

"Good morning everyone." You studiously chose not to look at the handsome man you had run into, keeping your eyes on your notes for the time being. You were afraid that if you looked at him you wouldn't be able to tear your gaze away. "The Director has been called away for an urgent matter, so I'll be leading today’s operational planning meeting. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Paloma."

You risked a glance at the handsome stranger, relieved to see that his eyes were on his notepad and not on you. You let out a breath and found your stride, walking the group through the team's findings, the data, the implications, and the desired outcome for the mission. Agent Tequila asked a few cocky, half-assed questions, probing you for weaknesses. Normally that would have irritated you, but today it was a welcome focus that took your mind off the butterflies. You knocked Tequila back in place with a few well-chosen words, and then opened up the floor for questions.

The handsome man raised his hand, and your eyes fixed on how large and thick his fingers were. Oh God, this was torture. "Yes, Mr...?"

"Catfish. Um, can you tell me more about the extraction plan?"

"Yes, absolutely." You went over that phase of the mission, giving all the details your team had gathered about the terrain and the timing. When you were done, Catfish smiled at you, and your knees went weak at the sight of the dimple that appeared. No one else had questions, so you closed the meeting and stood to leave.

Suddenly there was a warm wall of denim at your elbow. "Hey, that was really detailed information. Thank you so much for walking me through everything."

You turned and smiled. "You're welcome. Glad I could help." You fumbled for something to say, trying to extend the conversation and keep him in your orbit for however long you could while everyone else filed out of the room.

"So, um, you go by 'Catfish.' Can I ask why? That's your code name, right? There's not some kind of hidden tragedy where that's the name your parents actually wrote on your birth certificate?"

He chuckled, throwing his head back. The expanse of his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple did nothing to improve the butterflies. They only fluttered harder, rising higher in your chest.

"It's an old Army nickname, I was Special Forces about a million years ago. Now I'm here on the transport team. I'm a helicopter pilot. When we're not working you can just call me Frankie."

"Ah." You bit your lip and nodded. Why couldn't you think of something else to say? Fortunately, Frankie continued the conversation.

"And you're Paloma around here? I love that drink. Am I allowed to know your real name, or is that classified?"

You grinned and shook his hand, giving him your name. When it rolled off his lips in that deep voice it sounded like heaven to you. You didn't want anyone else to say your name ever again. Just him.

He leaned closer, like he was sharing a secret. “Can I ask you a question? Top secret.” He winked, and you nodded.

“Can I take you to lunch?”

Your heart dropped into your pelvis, and you gulped, hard. “Y-yes. Yes, that would be great. I’d love to.”

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When Ginger found you in your office at 2:00 p.m. you were staring off into space, smiling blissfully.

“Hey, Paloma. Why did you blow me off for lunch? I came by at 12:30, I was going to take you out.”

“Oh! Oh my god, Ginger, I’m so sorry! I had a date.”

She raised her eyebrows at you, settling down in one of your visitors chairs. “A date?”

“No! Not a date. A, um…” You burst into husky giggles, and then confessed everything to her: the handsome man, the crinkles around his eyes, his dimples and his silly code name, the easy conversation over lunch, and the fact that he had scribbled his phone number down on a sticky note that was now burning a hole in your pocket. You felt like you were 12 again, confiding in your girlfriend about crushes and cute boys.

Ginger laughed and gave your hand a squeeze. “No wonder you forgot about me. I can’t compete with a handsome helicopter pilot!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ginger. I really didn’t mean to forget.”

“No, it’s okay. But definitely call him this weekend and make a real date. I’ll want details when you take me out for an apology lunch on Monday.” She winked and left your office.

You sat back in your chair and tilted back to look at the ceiling while you considered it. Was it too soon to call him and make a date? Ugh, this was agony. You decided that going by conventional rules hadn’t really mattered to you at any point in your life until now, so why the hell not?

You took a deep breath, trying to puff up your confidence. When he answered the phone on the second ring, you dove right in. “Hi, Catfish? It’s Paloma. Listen, I had a really good time at lunch, and I’d like to see you this weekend if you’re free.”

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On Monday, you had a whole lot to report to Ginger.

Frankie took you up for a sightseeing flight on your date, and you loved the way he controlled everything; making sure he warned you before any sudden movements, and checking that you weren’t getting airsick or anxious. When the rotors were stilled and you were back on the ground, Frankie reached over to help you unbuckle your harness. Something got stuck, and the agonizing extra seconds of feeling him jostle the strap near your hip made you bold. When it was finally free and he was about to pull his hand away, you grabbed his wrist. He looked at you, alarmed that something was wrong, and you crashed your lips against his, all teeth and tongue and wanting. Frankie was as good a kisser as he was a pilot, and you spent the rest of the date making out in his truck.

The next weekend, you found out that his warm, work-worn hands were also magic in the bedroom. Frankie was adept at tweaking your sensitive spots as gently as the little buttons and switches of the flight panel, bringing you to thrumming heights the same way he did his helicopter.

The rest of the summer passed in heady, humid days and nights like a dream. You loved Frankie’s easy sense of humor and his confidence in the cockpit. But Frankie was less confident about your relationship, voicing concerns about the decade-plus that separated your ages, and whether he was keeping you from dating men your own age. He made self-deprecating comments about being an “old man,” and you reassured him that there was no one you’d rather be with, no one who could sway your attention. You loved using your hands and arms and lips and tongue to reassure him, finding that he had his own sensitive spots that you could manipulate. You loved sending him to sleep with a smile on his face.

But as much as you and Frankie enjoyed the relationship, the nature of his work with the transportation team meant that he was never in town for very long. At the same time, your job was getting more complex, requiring late nights at the office that interfered with your time together. You refused to dwell too much on the fact that you were torn, that you loved your work as equally as you wanted to spend those nights with Frankie.

By the end of the summer, you both came to the realization that it was nobody’s fault, simply a case of poor circumstances, and you decided to end things and remain friends. In October Frankie left Statesman to take a job that relocated him to Florida. You were wistful, and you missed him, but at least it had been an amicable split. At least friends was something. And as sometimes happens even with the best of intentions, the time in between each phone call grew longer, and you eventually lost touch. Last you heard he was spending weekends with his old Army buddies who all lived nearby, and he had a new girlfriend. By February the ache was starting to subside, and by April you were nearly ready to date again.

In May, almost three years to the day after Ginger’s visit to your apartment had changed your life, you were offered the position to lead the Data Analysis team in New York. You jumped at the chance. Statesman located an apartment for you, and from the pictures you were already in love with it. Huge windows looked out over the city, and it was within walking distance of Statesman HQ. Your farewell party was bittersweet. Ginger offered to come visit you, and promised that New York would be everything you hoped it would be. Your team gave you such high praises that you joked that if that’s what it took to hear accolades, you would have left ages ago.

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Your first few days in New York were spent acclimating to the Statesman HQ, and getting to know your neighborhood. It was strange to find that you could walk or take the subway for whatever you needed, compared to the Midwest where a car was required for everything. Your new team was welcoming, and you enjoyed your new duties immensely. Your first two weeks on the job passed in no time, and you went home every night feeling like you could fly.

And then you hit a wall, in the form of Jack Daniels, a.k.a. “Senior Agent Whiskey.” You knew him by reputation, of course. Ginger had filled you in on his exploits, his overbearing charm, his smarmy flirtations. You had seen him once or twice in passing when he had visited Champ’s office, but you hadn’t actually met him in person.

When you finally did, you almost asked for an immediate transfer back to Louisville. --- "Paloma" Series Masterlist Just-here-for-the-moment’s masterlist

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acreativeme · 3 years

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Falling Forces

Luca x Reader

Warning: Domestic Violence, Water breaking, mentioning of delivery

Y/N/N-- Your Nickname

Y/N stepped into SWAT HQ, hands tucked into her hoodie pocket-- caressing her severely swollen stomach. She was on a mission, to finally get away from the ol’ ball and chain. She shied away from the prying eyes of the random swat officers milling around.

“Yo, Y/N/N! What are you doing here, you are supposed to be on Maternity Leave?” Luca called from the boxing ring.

Y/N nodded her head towards the kitchen. “I need to talk with you and the team.”

He nodded, signaling her to let him collect the rest of the team. She had to climb onto one of the bar stools, knowing she probably would not be able to get up from the lower chairs. She jumped as the door opened, having zoned out for a moment.

“What is going on, Y/L/N?” Hondo asked, coming around to stand in front of her.

She sighed, wringing her fingers. “For the last two years, I’ve been lying to you all. Or rather not being completely honest about my relationship.”

Deacon sat a glass of water in front of her. “What do you mean, Y/N?”

She smiled gratefully, taking a long sip before removing her hood. “I’ve been in an abusive relationship for the last two years.” The team gasped at the black eye and bruised cheekbone. “That’s the reason why none of you have met him.”

Honda gripped the edge of the counter, taking a strained breath. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

Kris rested a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Do you not trust us, Y/N?”

She looked up at Kris, pain evident in her eyes. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, because I trust you all with my life. It started out as mental manipulation and destruction of my self-esteem. He’d tell me that no one would believe me, because of who he was and how important he is. Then when I tried to leave him, he hit me. He said that I belonged to him and I was not going anywhere. I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t want to bother anyone.”

“For someone so smart, you are so dumb!” Luca cursed, face red with anger. “You let some bastard take advantage of you and treat you like shit, while there is someone that is willing to give you the world!”

Everyone turned to look at him in surprise, everyone but Y/N. He turned her to look at him, gently caressing her non-bruised cheek. “You let yourself be broken down by some schmuck that doesn’t deserve you.”

She pushed him away, not noticing the team had backway from them.”If you recall Dominic Luca, I only walked away after you refused to fight for me! All I asked was for you to tell your father about us and you didn’t!”

He frowned. “I needed time! You didn’t give me time.” He turned away from her.

She scuffled. “You had nothing but time! I just got tired of waiting around.” A shot of pain from her stomach caused her to freeze. She grabbed her stomach in shock, spreading her legs as a foreign liquid ran down her legs. “I think my water just broke.”

The team jumped into action, with Deacon taking the lead as he is the only member to have children. Luca stood at her side, letting her grip his hand. Street and Tan lead them through the building, screaming for everyone to get out of their way. Y/N groaned, forcing them to stop in the middle of the hallway.

“Ow!” Her grip on Luca’s hand tightened. Her legs shook, almost giving away.

Luca and Hondo shared a look, quickly picking her up. Once they were outside, Deacon had Black Betty ready for them. Kris laid down a thick blanket on the floor, hoping to make it comfortable for her.

“Luca, I am going to need you to drive.” Deacon declared.

Panic filled Y/N’s chest. “No! I need him.”She gripped his hand, afraid that he was going to disappear.

Tan stepped up. “I will drive. Let Luca stay with her.”

Reluctantly, Deacon agreed. Street, Hondo, and Luca helped her into the back, before resting on either side of her with Kris behind her. She had to take some deep breaths, wanting to stay calm and not put unwanted stress on the baby.

Street leaned over to Deacon and whispered, “Should we contact the baby’s father?”

Y/N’s eyes shot to him in a panic. “No! Not only do I not want him around, he isn’t in the country. He is on business trip to Germany, which is why I felt safe enough to come to you guys. Please don’t call him.” She whimpered as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Kris shot him a look that could kill. “Do you really think that was a smart thing to say after what she confessed to us not even ten minutes ago?”He shrugged, feeling ashamed of his stupid comment. Hondo shook his head at his team’s arguing.

Y/N looked up at Luca, “I am sorry for what I said and for not waiting for you. I’ve regretted not waiting for you.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. “You don’t have to apologize, Y/N. We both made mistakes, all we need is to focus on the future.”

Soon enough, Tan was pulling into the ER entrance. With the help of two nurses, the team got her to Labor and Delivery. The nurses tried to keep everyone out, but Y/N refused to let go of Luca’s hand. She shot the nurse daggers, stating that she’d rather give birth in the back of Black Betty than be without Luca. Wanting to keep mom and baby safe, the nurse caved.

10 hours later…

After pushing on and off for 10 hours, she gave birth to a beautiful 7lb 4oz baby girl. With mom and baby cleaned up, a nurse led the team in to meet their newest niece. Luca was sitting on the bed with Y/N, arm wrapped around her shoulder as she held the newborn baby.

“She looks healthy, momma.” Hondo smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Luca’s wide grin warmed the room. “She is a champ, boss. If you thought she was a badass before, you should have seen her delivering Little Bean.”

Deacon nodded his head. “Congratulations, Y/N. She is beautiful.”

“Thank you, Deac. Means a lot.” She replied tiredly, looking up at Luca. “Thank you for being there for me, Dom.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Always. You aren’t getting rid of me.”

#imagine #one shots #swat #swat one shots #swat imagines #dominic deluca #baby #domestic violence #labor and delivery #sweetswriting

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Athanasia: It’s so good that we can hang out like this again. It’s been so long since the last time we met.

Sofia: I’m glad you came for a visit, Athy. If you haven’t, we wouldn’t be here today.

Athanasia: So is Alfie coming back for your National Day?

Sofia: He is. I’ve already sent an email to the school’s principal to give him a week break. Will you still be around then?

Athanasia: I won’t, unfortunately. Papa wants me home. He said I’ve been away from home for too long and the country needs it’s Empress yada yada.

Sofia: *laughs* He misses you.

Athanasia: Of course he does. But he always denies it when I tell him to just admit that he misses me.

Sofia: *chuckles* He’s just shy. *turns to Lucia* Lucia? How do you like the tea? If you need more just let me know.

Lucia: I’m enjoying it, Auntie.

Sofia: I’m glad. I got the tea from Siodonna.

Athanasia: Oh! It’s Lippe tea right? I knew it smelled familiar.

Sofia: Yes! I remember having it when I came for a visit to your place. Your mother recommended it to me and I knew I had to get it.

Athanasia: *chuckles* Mama loves the tea. She said that it felt like flowers are blooming in your mouth when you drink the tea.

Lucia: Granpapa loves it too. He likes to drink it with granmama during tea time.

Sofia: Is that so?

Estelle: I can’t believe how well you’ve grown, Lucy. I still remember when you and Alfie were still young. The two of you were big troublemakers.

Athanasia: They were! I remember there was this other girl who was also with them. What was her name again? Catarina?

Lucia: It’s Catalina, mummy.

Athanasia: Ah yes! Catalina. How is she? I haven’t heard of her for a long time.

Sofia: She’s doing great from what I’ve heard. Mary sent her girls to Champs Les Sims a few months ago.

Athanasia: Champs Les Sims? Isn’t Alfie there too?

Sofia: He is. It was a coincidence. I didn’t know that Mary was sending her daughters there too.

Athanasia: Oh, then that must mean that Alfie has met Catalina there.

Sofia: He asked me the other day if I had a hand on this and I told him I had no idea.

Athanasia: I’m sure he believes you.

Sofia: *laughs* No, he doesn’t. He thinks that I sent him there on purpose.

Athanasia: *chuckles* Does he know?

Sofia: No. We’ve kept it a secret from him. Darien and I plan to let him know when the time is right. For now, we want them to build a relationship naturally.

Athanasia: Is it working?

Sofia: Those two has been at each other’s throat since they were young, but I’m sure they’ve changed now that they’re both grown.

Athanasia: *sighs* It’s a shame that Lucia and Alfie are both heirs. If not, I would’ve asked you if you wanted to set something up for our kids.

Lucia: Mummy!

Athanasia: *chuckles* I’m joking, sweetheart.

Sofia: *laughs*

Arisa: I think we should stop teasing the poor girl. She looks uncomfortable.

Lucia: Thank you, grammy.

Estelle: Oh! Before I forget. I want to invite everyone here to Elisha’s birthday party next month.

Sofia: I’d love to attend. But I need to check with my secretary first to see if I have anything in my schedule on that day. Is that okay with you?

Estelle: Of course! I understand how busy you are so don’t worry about that.

Athanasia: I’ll see if I have anything in my schedule for next month too. I hope I won’t have any state visits planned. I’m starting to feel my mouth is cramping from smiling too much.

Evangeline: After all these years, you still haven’t gotten used to that yet?

Athanasia: Hush! Don’t judge me!

*laughter erupts*

#ts4 roleplay #ts4 legacy #WRTStory #Sim: Sofia #Sim: Arisa #Sim: Athanasia #Sim: Lucia #Sim: Estelle #Sim: Evangeline #WRT: Part 3 #ts4 storytelling #ts4 story #ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 screenshots #ts4 edit

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statechampshq · 2 years

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STATE CHAMPS x NECK DEEP

#state champs #neck deep #derek discanio #ryan scott graham #tyler szalkowski #evan ambrosio #state champs hq #band #fav #fave #faves #favorite band #ben Barlow #lloyd Roberts #sam bowden #matt west

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Spare crumbs of Gin’s epic lore please Mama Z 🥲🙏🏼 I miss heeeerrrr

*please keep in mind this is from my original rough plot ideas so not everything/person/place had a name yet and I hadn’t even throughly thought through if any of this was plausible*

At the beginning of W&G it’s stated that Gin was the daughter of Statesman royalty (Agent Brandy & Absinthe) and that it was their dream to see her become a great agent, too. However that is not true.

Chapter 7 or 8 was going to be entirely from Gin’s POV in a coma, reliving her life and how her memory only really goes back to pictures she has with her parents then life with Champ when he and his wife raised her after Brandy & Absinthe’s death. (The cause of which was sealed in a case file)

In chapter 7 or 8 it is not clear to Gin at the time, but it would be clear to the reader that something was slightly off about her life. Her training was MUCH more gruelling than previously implied, especially compared to Champ’s other children but Gin always figured it’s what her parents wanted. Champ & Cindy were much more protective over Gin, and she was rarely allowed to participate in similar activities as her siblings and was homeschooled.

This persisted until she was 15 when she received a gold locket for her birthday (the locket is first referenced I think in chapter 2?) after her 15th birthday they started to ease their rules and she was able to make more friends and participate in activities/clubs/dances with her siblings. However it was noted that this was around the time her training really became gruelling and her sights were set on being a great agent.

One night after Whiskey & Gin are officially together & in love, and it is implied that Gin may be pregnant, she is trying to hail a cab to get to Jack’s after work, a tourist asks Gin for directions. When the tourist isnt understanding the directions, she decides to show them as the landmark isn’t far from the office.

While they are walking the tourist says “Do you ever think about John & Jane?” (names were undecided) and after Gin look’s confused they continue by saying “I’m sorry, you must have only known them as Brandy & Absinthe”

Gin is stunned by this as no one knows her parents and she didn’t even know there names but before she can even think the tourist asks “Would you like to know how they died?” Gin turns to leave but they grab her and again say “It was horrible. Excruciating. Long. You’re going to beg we do the same to you.” And she’s kidnapped.

It’s revealed after this that who we know as Gin’s parents are actually her adopted parents. Her birth mother was an agent at an organization that was having their agents birth children for early MK Ultra style experiments for super agents.

Brandy and Absinthe led the team that were to save the children first and take down the organization. However it went wrong and they were only able to save some children and during this a woman came running up to them covered in blood with a baby and begged them to take the baby away from here before they find her.

The baby was Gin and was adopted by Brandy & Absinthe with the plan that they would give up their life as agents and relocate to keep Gin safe. (As it was clear early that this organization still wanted Gin)

Gin’s adopted parents were killed protecting her

When Gin never comes home Jack contacts Champ who has him meet him at HQ where he reveals these things to Jack and how there have been eyes on Gin her entire life, that this was always a possibility but that the locket was a GPS for added security. It was decided after her parents death that she be trained as an agent and trained HARD if she was ever put in this exact situation and reveals other times she was almost kidnapped but other statesman agents intervened before she even knew. She was kept in the dark at Brandy’s wish, as this organization just wanted Gin for her capabilities especially as she got older, but of course feared the abuse she would endure.

Anyway, Gin is saved and she takes down the organization.

The events in Gin’s life and finding out the truth is what leads her to be so restless and melancholy later, as well as becoming more dependent on Jack for her safety and comfort when they decide themselves to give up their life as agents to keep their family safe. Mirroring what her parents were trying to do before their death.

I mentioned a few times that Whiskey x Gin x Nanny end quite abruptly and badly.

This is because nanny unknowingly confirms that Gin lives in the villa.

Nanny is in town buying groceries when she’s approached by a man who claims to know her from one of W & G’s last parties and asks if the one is still on for tonight and that he’ll arrive by 9

Nanny is not aware of any party tonight and says he must be mistaken. He responds, with a deadpan look “What a waste of brandy & absinthe”

Nanny finds that oddly specific, and later that evening, mentions the encounter to the 2 of them and how odd it was the man mentioned brandy & absinthe specifically with a laugh. However, Jack and Gin freeze and both turn to her at the same time before Gin gasps “Oh my god.”

Jack immediately tells Gin to pack up the babies while he makes arrangements for them to go elsewhere. Gin nods and goes quickly and nanny stands there stunned as she hears Jack on the phone talking in another language

Nanny tries to help Gin pack up the kids and a few of there things and follows her back to her room when she’s even more stunned that Jack & Gin keep weapons in the house (now appearing out of random hiding spots she didn’t know existed) but she keeps getting in Gin’s way before Gin finally stops her and tells her she needs to leave. Nanny asks her “What, where?!” To which Gin responds “I don’t know, where are you from? Have Jack buy you a plane ticket you need to get out of here.”

Now.... lovesick little nanny is UPSET. She does not understand why she can’t go with them, she feels so connected to them, she can’t believe she would ever be left behind and as she tries to collect her words she comes across sounding very entitled to this new life she lives and to Gin, Jack & the children.

We don’t ever see Gin too angry until now.

“THOSE ARE MY CHILDREN. THAT IS MY HUSBAND. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO THINK YOU HAVE ANY SAY IN THIS WHEN YOU DONT EVEN KNOW THE DANGER YOU’VE PUT US IN. DO YOU REALLY THINK YOURE THE ONLY PERSON WE’VE DONE THIS WITH? LEAVE. I DONT CARE WHERE YOU FUCKING GO BUT YOU HAVE TO GO NOW.”

Gin will always regret being this harsh. Seeing her eyes tear up before nanny turns to leave. She packs up her things and sobs in cab as a helicopter flies overhead, landing on Whiskey & Gin’s tennis court (Statesman coming through for protection)

Nanny will wonder who they really were for the rest of her life

And that’s as far as I got. ☺️

#gin

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Old Guard hc #32

Leverage AU pt.2 for @that-golden-lyre and @silentheartedone (pt.1)

Andy has a very distinctive fighting style. It’s one part Krav Maga and one part insanity.

The first time Nicky has to flirt with someone for a mission, Nicky ends up breaking a vase over the poor guy’s head and jumping out of a 4th story window

The team swears that Booker survives on grape soda and grape soda alone. When Joe broke into Booker’s pad, he was horrified to find only grape soda in his fridge

Nile has a gift for making everything sound judgemental. Let’s go steal a body. Let’s go steal a concert. Let’s go steal a President. Your van is starting to smell, Booker.

One time Andy showed up to HQ with an achy shoulder and told them not to look up what happened in Kuwait last night. The team filters out all mentions of Kuwait on their phones and computers because if this is anything like Bangkok...look, they’re just trying to do some self-care for once.

For their first date, Joe takes Nicky to the states, Kentucky to be more precise. They steal 500lbs of gold, not as much as they could have stolen but Joe’s reseller was only willing to take 450lbs. The last fifty is kept purely as a memento.

When they have to blow up their current office because of Dizzy, Booker buys Nile’s entire apartment complex. Nile still doesn’t think it’s right Booker can just waltz into her apartment and start drilling holes in the wall in the name of renovation.

The hardest thing the team ever had to do was tell Joe his performance last night was amazing. Cats was already an awful musical. Joe...he made the original look like a masterpiece.

Nile and Joe are a different kind of dangerous together. Nile has an uncle that used to do some shows in Vegas and he taught her some things. Mental manipulation things. Joe built his whole career off of manipulating people. When they go after a mark together, it’s freaking sad how easy they make a mark do their bidding.

The team buys lots of grape soda when they have to sacrifice Lucille 2.0 - they’re not going to enable a former alcoholic, family doesn’t do that. So they sit in Nile’s living room, drink grape soda and talk about what a wonderful van Lucille 2.0 was. She always had the right costumes. She had the processing power to hack the pentagon. She could take bullets like a champ. She was not a swimmer. Joe gets a shove for that one. She was a good van, the very best.

#the old guard #joe x nicky #andromache of scythia #booker #nile freeman #hc

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Snipers, Snow and Sanctuary Part 2

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 1022

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Description: After a simple mission goes horribly wrong for Agent Whiskey and his partner, one is left gravely injured. Help arrives but is it too late?

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Ginger and Tequila were shocked when they discovered that you had been shot. They’d expected to find you and Whiskey at each other's throats. Instead, they found you unconscious and Whiskey hovering like a mother hen.

“Are the two of you gonna keep hovering in the door or are you gonna help them?” Whiskey barked as he felt your forehead to find you were burning up, “We gotta get them back to headquarters. It’s been 16 hours since they were shot and they’re running out of time.”

“Holy hell, Whiskey,” Ginger rushed forward to check you over, she peeled back the bandages on your front to examine the wound, “You cleaned this up pretty well. Unfortunately, it’s not the outside that’s a concern now.”

“I know,” Whiskey rolled his eyes, “I’m not stupid, Ginger. They were shot with a damn machine gun. I’d be a fool to not be thinking about the internal bleeding but there’s not much I could do about it in the middle of the woods.”

“How long have they been unconscious?” she asked.

“Only a minute or so,” Whiskey said, “They woke me up when they heard you two pulling up. I got up to see if it was trouble and when I turned back they were passed out.”

“Alright, let’s get them up and out of here,” Ginger said, placing the bandage back, “We have a helicopter waiting a few miles out. We’ll load up there and they’ll have us back at HQ in a few hours. Tequila, go open the cab up so Whiskey can carry Y/n out and load them up easily.”

“You got it,” Tequila tipped his hat and disappeared out the door.

Ginger started to follow after Tequila but Whiskey grabbed her arm, “Ginger. Please tell me they’re gonna be okay.”

“You did a good job patching them up, Whiskey,” Ginger placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “We’ll have them back on their feet in no time.”

Whiskey breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you.”

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The last thing you really remembered hearing before everything went dark was Whiskey saying, “We’re going home.”

There were a few other moments from the trip back to HQ you remember vaguely as you were in and out of consciousness. Most of them having something to do with Whiskey whispering barely audible promises of some sort and in all of them, he was holding your hand. Almost as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Because of that you really shouldn’t have been surprised when you woke up to find your partner sitting at your bedside in the private corner of the Statesmen HQ med bay.

“Goodmorning, Sunshine,” Whiskey gave you a lopsided grin when he saw your eyes flutter open.

“You’re still here,” you said as you tried to blink away the fog clinging to your mind.

“Of course I’m still here,” Whiskey said, “You’re my partner, Y/n. I’m with ya to the end of the line.”

“Alright Captain America,” you gave him a weak laugh, “So, how long have I been out?”

“Couple of days,” Whiskey replied, “You been kinda in and out the whole time but this is the most coherent you’ve been.

“Oh god,” you shuddered to think of what you could have said in your delirious state, “I didn’t embarrass myself too much, did I?”

“Oh I don’t know, you whispered some pretty explicit things in my ear,” Whiskey gave you a mischievous grin but when he saw you blush he laughed, “I’m just kidding, darlin’. You were pretty much incoherent. We couldn’t make out much of what you were sayin.”

“Thank god,” you sighed in relief.

“Now that you’re outta the woods and awake, I suppose I should get to catching up on the paperwork,” Whiskey sighed, “Champ’s been kind enough to let me off the hook while you've been out cold.”

“You really didn’t leave this whole time?” you were taken aback. You knew Whiskey was loyal to those he cared about. You just didn’t realize you were one of them.

“Of course not,” Whiskey got serious, “It’s my fault you were hurt, Y/n. I couldn’t very well leave you. Not until I knew you were okay.”

“Whiskey,” you frowned, “I know I was giving you a hard time about the turn the mission took but me getting shot wasn’t your fault.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, sweetheart,” Whiskey gave you a sad smile, “but if I had listened to you before the mission and made those changes to the plan, we never would have had to run through the forest like that and if we hadn’t had to run for our lives you wouldn’t have been shot.”

“Jack,” Whiskey’s heart soared when he heard you call him by name once again, “Even my plan had room for failure.”

“I guess we’ll never know,” Whiskey’s face dropped, “anyway, don’t let my own personal pity party bring you down. You’re alive and that’s a reason to celebrate! Once you’re back on your feet and off of those pesky pain killers, I’m going to treat you to a night out.”

“Jack, you don’t have to do that,” you shook your head, but a small smile crept onto your face.

Whiskey’s heart stopped when you reached out and grasped his hand he had resting on your bedside. He cleared his throat before speaking, “As much as I’d love to keep chattin’ with you. I really have got to get caught up on some work.”

“Why don’t you bring your paperwork here?” you asked, “I hate hospitals and this med bay is close enough.”

“I’m sure Ginger will want to run some tests and talk to you for a bit,” Whiskey shook his head, “But maybe I’ll take you up on that in a few hours.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Now don’t give Ginger too much trouble while I’m gone,” he pointed at you as he backed out of the room.

“You’re the only trouble here, Agent Whiskey,” you shot back as he turned to walk out normally and you heard his laugh just before the doors slid shut behind him.

#whiskey x reader #kingsmen golden circle #pedro pascal #agent whiskey fanfic #agent whiskey #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader

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