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How it's going as a trans person in Florida: Planned Parenthood, 26Health, and Spektrum Health have announced they have paused all gender affirming care.

To recap, DeSantis signed several anti-trans bills into law this week. Care is banned for minors, care is all but banned for adults, Don't Say Gay has been extended, children can be kidnapped from affirming parents by non-affirming family, and there is a bathroom bill that subjects trans folks to arrest for using government owned facilities, such as those in courthouses, airports, many stadiums and parks.

The adult effective ban was felt immediately. The main elements are:

signing at every visit an in-person informed consent form created by the state

all care come from physicians instead of nurse practitioners

no telemed for gender-affirming care

Currently, it is unknown if existing HRT prescriptions written by NPs will be honored by pharmacies. I personally know one person who was able to pick up testosterone yesterday, but I have also read many reports of folks being denied. I myself don't have a refill ready for another 10 days and will report back after I try my own pickup.

What's additionally dangerous is those of us, myself included, who get non-HRT prescriptions from our gender clinics now face the uncertainty of continuing of *all* of our medical care. Our health clinics are at risk of shuttering permanently as they lose major income, and many of us will lose STD meds, depression meds, heart meds, etc, etc.

When we say "this will kill us," it goes beyond suicide risk from forced detransition.

"But you can still get HRT from a physician."

So many suck or are outright hostile and the demand outstrips the supply. Before I found my NP-run clinic, one physician just decided to not call in my Rx, another was so shit at reading lab results, he thought I had hepatitis, and the third I had to threaten to kick in the teeth for trying to force too large a speculum in me.

Also, the state-required consent form has not been finalized and distributed yet, so at this point, everything has pretty much ground to a halt.

It was estimated that 80% of trans adults would lose their healthcare because of how many use providers like Planned Parenthood, but the impact seems even greater now.

"You can get your non-gender care elsewhere still."

DeSantis recently signed a bill that allows healthcare professionals to discriminate against trans people.

Sure, we can try to find care elsewhere, but it will be a slow and expensive process, with no guarantees. It took me over 20 years to get my heart condition treated because of transphobic doctors.

What can I do as a trans Floridian?

Stay in communication with your clinic - many are working on getting physicians added to the roster to prescribe HRT. Lawsuits are being filed and it's possible the changes to adult care can be rolled back.

Continue to try to pick up your meds, but begin looking for care elsewhere, though. Inside and outside the state.

Remember that while telemed for gender affirming care has been banned, you can still cross state lines for care. See Erin's map of informed consent clinics.

Many people will turn to DIY, but be sure you are aware of the risks here, especially if on testosterone, which is a controlled substance.

What should I be worried about next as a trans Floridian?

I worry about the following next steps towards genocide:

Banning getting care out of state. This is from the anti-abortion playbook. They will likely start with kids again, but we've seen how quickly adult care gets axed.

Being declared mentally incompetent or a risk in some way. This could be anything from being barred from gun ownership to not being allowed to work for the government.

Being declared a de facto predator. This has already happened with the latest bathroom law (cis people can eject trans people from government owned single-gender facilities, with arrest as a penalty), so watch out for it being applied to privately-owned facilities. Watch for discussions of official lists of trans people.

Gender presentation enforcement laws, essentially banning "cross dressing". Laws that block or rollback documentation changes.

These all have historic precedence and are huge "I'm in danger" red flags.

What can I do as a cis person?

Amplify all this news. Talk frankly about how this is genocide. And donate what you can to trans mutual aid campaigns so people can travel to get healthcare or even leave the state.

Here's some articles to get started on building awareness:

Take care, everyone, of yourself and each other.

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The Imperfect Couple - 1 | Bucky

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

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You were exhausted. Having just returned from covering another incident, you were familiar with the grueling reality of being a journalist in a foreign country.

Limited access compared to local reporters made the job even more challenging. Despite your fatigue, this was the career you had chosen and loved.

When you arrived at your apartment, you noticed a woman waiting for you. She was shorter and bustier than you, with curly, short red hair. The woman approached you with a confident stride.

“Hello. My name is Natasha,” she introduced herself, handing you a business card.

You glanced at the card, noting her affiliation with the Secret Service.

Is this for real?

“Yes. How may I help you?” You asked, confusion evident in your voice as you fumbled with your keys at the doorknob.

“I’m here to bring you back home,” Natasha replied.

“Why?” you asked, still trying to process why a Secret Service agent would be looking for you.

“Because your husband is looking for you,” Natasha said.

You froze, your mind struggling to make sense of what you had just heard. Turning slowly, you looked at Natasha, your face betraying a hint of incredulous amusement. “I’m sorry? You must be mistaken. I’ve been divorced for years.”

“Yes, I know the story,” Natasha said, her tone steady.

“Goodbye then,” you said quickly, attempting to close the door. The mention of your ex-husband was something you had left behind, and you wanted nothing to do with it.

“The divorce was never finalized,” Natasha said firmly.

“What?” you exclaimed, your eyes widening in disbelief. You had signed the documents, or so you thought. You swung the door open wide and saw two more men standing beside Natasha, their presence making it clear you were outnumbered—three to one.

“Seems like you’ve come to understand the situation,” Natasha said. “I’ll explain everything, but for now, you need to follow me.”

What she meant by following her quickly became apparent as the men gently but firmly guided you toward a car.

Inside, you hoped Natasha would provide answers, but she continued making calls, leaving you in a state of growing frustration.

Upon arriving at the airport, you realized it was not a regular one but a private jet facility.

“Let’s go,” Natasha said, gesturing toward the plane’s stairs.

As you climbed aboard, you noticed Natasha following closely behind. An air steward offered you a tray with a cup of jasmine tea. You took a sip, the delicate aroma providing a brief moment of comfort.

“Let me guess, this is his plane?” you asked, your tone tinged with suspicion.

“Yes,” Natasha nodded.

As the plane took off, the tension in the cabin was palpable.

“You still haven’t said a word,” you remarked, trying to break the silence.

“Because of the timing and for precautions,” Natasha said, her expression serious. “You won’t like what I’m going to say.”

“Tell me something I don’t hate more. You know how much I despise my ex-husband and his family,” you snapped, the bitterness clear in your voice. The memories of their interference and disdain for your background still stung deeply.

“Your husband is going to be the candidate for Vice President,” Natasha said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the news.

“...What?” you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you processed the information.

Natasha didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she pulled out a tablet and handed it to you. On the screen, you saw a video of your ex-husband. He stood proudly in a suit, smiling and raising his arms as the crowd erupted in cheers.

The title beneath the video read, “James Barnes: The Youngest Candidate for Vice President.”

You gasped, your disbelief palpable. “This is a joke.”

“Hundreds of supporters don’t think it’s a joke, ma’am,” Natasha replied, her tone matter-of-fact.

“And the reason I’m here is because he needs you,” she continued.

You clenched your fists in anger. The reason for your resentment was clear: his ambition and his family’s obsessive involvement in politics. Their relentless meddling had been one of the key reasons for your separation.

“Turn this plane around,” you demanded, your voice strained. You didn’t understand why, but exhaustion was overtaking you, and your eyes felt heavy.

Natasha glanced at her watch, a hint of sympathy in her gaze. “You must be feeling sleepy.”

You widened your eyes and looked at the tea cup, realizing its effects. You shot Natasha a glare, frustration mixing with fatigue.

“I’m just doing my job, ma’am,” Natasha said, accepting a blanket from the air stewardess.

You wanted to protest, but the energy drained from you. As your vision dimmed, you felt a wave of drowsiness. You closed your eyes and succumbed to sleep.

Natasha watched you as you fell asleep, then carefully draped the blanket over you. She turned to her colleagues with a resolute expression. “Tell him to pick up his wife.”

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You slowly regained consciousness, your head feeling heavy and foggy. As you blinked open your eyes, the reality of your surroundings became clear: you were still on the airplane, but it had stopped moving. The plane had arrived, and you were still groggy from the drugs.

“Welcome home,” a familiar voice said.

You widened your eyes, trying to focus on the figure before you. There, standing with a knowing smile, was your ex-husband, Bucky.

His smile seemed almost out of place given the situation, and you found it impossible to return it. You struggled to sit up, your limbs feeling leaden.

“Of course,” you said, your voice thick with sarcasm. “The last thing I needed was to wake up and see your smug face.”

Bucky’s expression remained impassive. “Careful now. You wouldn’t want to offend the future Vice President.”

“Future Vice President, huh?” you shot back, your irritation flaring. “Is that why you dragged me back here? You need a trophy wife to complete your perfect image?”

“You’re not just a trophy wife,” Bucky said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You’re a crucial part of my public image. A divorce would be a PR disaster.”

“Is that right?” you snapped. “You’re using me as a prop, aren’t you? You couldn’t just leave me alone. Some of us have lives outside your political games.”

“You think this is bad?” Bucky said, frustration seeping into his voice. “Imagine what would happen if the public found out about our separation. It’s all about maintaining appearances.”

“You’re still the same,” you said, your anger flaring.

Bucky’s expression hardened. “Let’s be honest here. You wouldn’t have left if you didn’t think I was using you. But if you think this is a game, you’re wrong. I need you to play along until the election.”

“And if I refuse?” you challenged.

“One year,” Bucky said, his gaze steady. “Until the election is over. Then I’ll give you anything you want. Just play the part of a happy wife until then.”

You knew why he needed you. His political career depended on maintaining a perfect public image. Only a few people were aware of your separation, so you had to pretend to be a happy married couple to avoid public scrutiny.

As you struggled to stand, Bucky stepped forward to help you. His touch was steady but impersonal. Both of you exited the jet, greeted by a throng of press and cameras. The narrative they were fed was clear: the Vice Presidential candidate picking up his sick wife.

With the press closing in, you turned to Bucky and said, “I see you’ve thought this through. Dragging me back here like a prized possession. What’s next? A public appearance where we hold hands and share a tearful reunion?”

Bucky met your gaze with a calm but resolute expression. “It’s not just about appearances. The election is critical, and I need stability. Having you here will help maintain that.”

“You’re the only one I could turn to. I need you,” he said.

The words “I need you” echoed with the same urgency he once used, the very words that had drawn you to him. But now, they felt hollow.

Bucky’s expression remained unchanged. He had no apologies to offer, and the facade of your ‘happy marriage’ had to remain intact.

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The other Bronze – Pt. 22

They brought you home. Lucy and Keira brought you back to Barcelona with them. And with you came Georgia. It was your wish and Lucy just couldn'd deny you anything at this stage. Not when G called her again in the middle of the night – the night before you were flying back to Barcelona – completely panicked and overwhelmed not knowing what to do relying on your sister to help her. Of course Lucy sprinted down the road letting herself in with the spare key Georgia gave her hoisting you up cradleing you like a toddler when you clinged to her hardly breathing. Georgia tried to leave you two some space but when she was about to leave you two alone Lucys hand shot out grabbing your girlfriends wrist thightly stopping her from leaving. Your sister silently gave her blessing. That night changed so much in the dynamic between Lucy and Georgia – Lucy finally realized that no matter what your girlfriend will call her. It gave your sister the security that she'll always be part of your life. Your and Georgias life. Even if Lucy would never admit it she saw what everyone saw too – that the two of you were made for each other. Your sister caught herself once or twice thinking about how beautiful you will look when she walks you down the aisle and gives you away. But she would never admit that.

Now when you were sandwiched between Keira and Georgia Lucy playing security guard walking a step ahead of us clearing the way through the Barcelona Airport. There was the one or other fan stopping the quartet of three world class players and you asking for a quick autograph or a picture. Keira of course thought ahead and booked the earliest flight knowing there won't be as much people around. When the blonde informed the three of you she earned a round of whining and groaning about the early flight time and the even earlier standing up time. The drive to the airport was quiet with G and you nearly falling asleep again. Georgia leaning against the window you leaning against G. If it wasn't for Keiras continued scolding at Lucy for drifting off to the left lane and basically wanting to kill all of them you were sure you'd be asleep when you arrived at the airport. For once the security odds where in your favor and you had a very nice dry humored woman who actually managed to make you laugh which didn't go unnoticed by G who shot the woman a dirty look but couldn't do anything else since your relationship was still private.

You waited for Lucy, Keira and G to get done with their picture taking when a person leaned next to you against the railing. The person wore wide pants an olive green shirt sunglases and a Barcelona Catalonia snap back

“Welcome home Carino” the woman said lowly trying not to attrack any attention

“Se sent bé estar a casa” you mumbled back smiling

“So you brought the girlfriend?” Alexia smirked

“Yeah... need to show her around the facility so she doesn't get lost when she comes to play here in two years” you grinned from ear to ear

“We have a strong midfield...” the blonde spaniard joked “... no need for another english invasion”

“It's me life goal to make this team english....” you grinned back

“Don't you dare Cari...” Alexia chuckled and it did you so good that she just treated you like nothing was going on

You were sure Lucy and Keira gave her a rundown and deep inside you feared that Alexia would confront you about your state. Or that she'll bring Mapí. You loved Maps but at the moment the bubbly spaniard was just too much for you.

“Would you do me a favor?” you suddenly smirked

“Oh god... this face normally means trouble...” Alexia groaned lowly “... what do you want Cari?”

“Can you snuck over there and ask G for a picture and an autograph like you're a fan?” you grinned evilly “That's going to be so funny”

“Les coses que faig per tu Cari” the blonde sighed but started to slander over to the group

About five minutes later you laid laughing and crying on the airport floor clutching your phone in your hand as your girlfriend sprinted behind a big pole looking absolutley horrofied. Lucy looked fondly over where you where desperatly trying to get some air into your lungs while Keira tried to coax Georgia out from behind the pole

“Nice move Bubs” Lucy grinned pulling you off the floor sitting you upright so it would be easier for you to breath “Never seen G jump so high”

“The way her eyes popped out of her skull... it was like a cartoon” you laughed wiping away your tears trying to get some air into your lungs

“It's just Alexia” you heared Keira say softly to your girlfriend who still hid behinde the cement pole

“JUST??? It's JUST Alexia???” you heared Georgia screech “... she's the best fucking player in the whole wide fucking world.... universe probably”

“I'm so gonna post that online” you cried laughing

“I'm cutting you off” your girlfriend looking around the pole pointing her finger threatingly at you

“Please do” Lucy smile happily

“We both know that's an empty threat” you shot back a new wave of laughter bubbling in your throat

“Guys... we need to move...” Keira suddenly said looking down the airport “... we're attracting attention”

“Let's go then...” you try to surpress your laughter “... can I drive??”

“NO” you heard three voices – namely Alexia Lucy and Keira

“She doesn't drive too bad” Georgia shurgged her shoulders sprinting to Keiras left side with Keira you and Lucy forming the puffer to Alexia

“Excuse me what?” your sister whipped her head towards your girlfriend sending her a dirty glare

“Nothing” your girlfriend squeaked holding on to Keira for safety

“You drive like a grandma” you groaned unfolding yourself out of the backseat of Alexias Cupra

“Precious Cargo” the blonde spaniard shrugged

“You know when the sign says 60 you're allowed to drive 60... not 50” you said rolling your head until your neck poped loudly and you led out a heavy groan

“You could've walked you know” Alexia rolled her eyes at your dramatics

“Would've been faster for sure” you mumbled until you noticed something “Where the fuck are we?”

“Your apartment” the blonde spaniard said nonchalantly but then smirked holding out a set of keys

“Me what??” you asked dumbfolded

“Keira thought it would be a good idea if you had your own place..” Alexia smiled

“I thought they were joking....” you stammered “... they really let me live alone?”

“Yeah Bubs...” Lucy said coming up the road holding hands with Ona “... but if you need anything... we're just a text away okay... just walked here from our place... 12 minutes... counts for you too G okay...”

“Thanks Bronzey” your girlfriend smiled before extending her hand to Ona “Hi... I'm Georgia... G... Stanway... whatever you want to call me”

“She also answeres to Stanislav” Lucy provided chuckling

“That was ONE time...” Georgia exclaimed making Ona chuckle too

“She also listens to Dad...” you said and before you knew it your girlfriend slapped her hand over your mouth silencing you quickly looking wide eyed at Lucy

“I need me brain bleached” Lucy said her voice flat her eyes just as wide as Georgias

“Oh mi amor... don't be so shocked... you and Georgia are very similar...” Ona said before bursting out laughing while you heaved into Gs hand

“That's something I didn't need to know” Alexia said shaking her head in disbelieve “Here's your keys... get your bags out of my car so I can go home to my girlfriend”

“You call her Da...” you grinned snatching the key out of her hand

“You better stop talking or I'll seperate you and your actually lovely girlfriend... you with me... Georgia with Lucy and Ona” the blonde said her voice lightly threathend

“You wouldn't” your face transformed from teasing to shocked in milliseconds

“Try me Cariño...” Alexia smirked evilly

“G... move your ass... I got the keys” you screetched and you sprinted up the stairs while your girlfriend needed a second longer to react which Lucy immediately used to grab Georgias shirt

“I swear Stanway... if you.. you know... her... then you and I... you know” your sister threathened Georgia who just swallowed hard nodding quickly

“Good... good to know we understand each other” Lucy smiled gently padding Gs cheek

“Georgia!!!” you yelled from the top of the stairs

“I'm on crutches... I'm not that fast...” your girlfriend yelled back grabbing her crutches and your bags

“Hobble faster” you smiled as you unlock the door “Love you pretty spaniard... love you more friendly spaniard”

“Oy... what's with me you knobhead??!!” your sister exclaimed upset

“You threathened me girlfriend!!!” you yelled but Lucy could hear your smile

“We just have an agreement!! That's all” Lucy smiled up at you

“Me ass agreement....” you snorted but then smiled at her “Love you the most Lucy... Love you nearly as much as Kei”

“OY!” Lucy yelled but grinned as she heared your laugh as the door closed

“She's going to be okay here, sí?” Alexia asked a little concerned

“Yeah... she's going to be okay” Lucy smiled as she heared your high squeak and then more laughter

“Bueno... I was worried” the capitan said smiling as well listening to your laughter

“I still am...” your sister mumbled suddenly her mood dropping “... there's still a long rocky road ahead... she already made a big step in opening up but there's still so much to uncover”

“Mi amor...” Ona said softly taking Lucys hand

“I mean... it's good... and G did good there you know...” Lucy stared up the stairs at the closed door “... she called when she needed help and I know I was probably the last person she WANTED to call but she did because she loves her with every beat her heart takes...”

“They're a good pair these two” Alexia mused

“They don't know it yet... but they're their forever...” your sister said after a moment of silence “... the way G looks at her... and the way Bubs unconditionally loves G... loves her enough to let all her walls fall...”

“You don't really sound happy about it” Alexia said as she signalled for the couple to get into the car

“I am happy... I'm happy she found someone who treats her right and makes her happy” your sister said slipping into the passengers seat

“But?” Ona asked sitting in the backseat

“I didn't think it would be so... soon you know?” Lucy said a little embarressed

“Soon?? Lucy she's 16” Ona said from behind her girlfriend as Alexia started to drive to the Bronze-Batlle household

“She's not to me... I... she was so tiny you know....” your sister said softly remembering the first time she held you “... and whenever she was crying I got her to calm down... I mean... Mum and Dad did too... but not Jorge or Sophie...”

“You have a picture from her? As a baby?” Alexia asked as she parked in the driveway

“Sure...” Lucy said smiling slightly pulling out her purse

“Oh my god... this is” Alexia exclaimed softly

“... so pure” Ona finished her friends sentence looking at the picture of a young Lucy holding a baby you

“One of the few pictures where she actually looks like a saint... she wasn't” your sister chuckled

“I really want to hear more... so either you offer me a glass of wine or we talk another time” Alexia smiled

“Come on then... I still have a nice red” Lucy smiled back

“Did you know your sister enjoys a good wine too?” the blonde spaniard smirked even more when she saw Lucys shocked face

“She what??” your sister looked after her friend shocked and Alexia couldn't hold in her laugh that echoed loudly through the neiborhood

“So Miss Stanway” you smirked “... our first apartment together...”

“We do move a little fast” your girlfriend grinned back “... don't you think?”

“I mean... you could still move in with me sister and her missus” you smirked

“On second thought... I think the speed we're going is just fine” Georgia swallowed hard

“Mhm... thought so” you chuckled “Housetour?”

“Fuck yes” your girlfriend smiled starting to hobble down the hallway on her crutches

“Okay... here we have...” you said excitedly opening the first door “... a bedroom... nice... good size... nice colours... but no en suite”

“Who are you... Christina Hall or what?” Georgia laughed behind you

“I mean... I watched probably every episode... so... yes?” you shrugged your shoulders

“Then please show me around... I really need to know if I want to buy that apartment” your girlfriend played into your little thing

“Of course... I promise the next room is amaaaazing” you put on your best american accent your voice obviously higher than normal “if you would follow me to the next... door”

“I bet this is the bathroom” Georgia mused as you grabbed the doorknob

“It's actually... a waredrobe?” you looked at your girlfriend confused

“I mean... you do have a lot of shoes” the blonde mumbled

“Excuse me?? You have just as many shoes and half of mine are Keiras” you exclaimed lightly slapping her shoulder

“My shoes are in Munich” Georgia laughed trying to block your hits

“Mine are in Manchester...” you shot back

“... can't be.. half of them are at me apartment” your girlfriend laughed louder when she finally caught your hand pulling you into her

“Not for very much longer if you keep that attitude Miss Stanway” you mumbled your eyes drifting down to Georgias lips

“Is that so...” Georgia smirked smugly “... me eyes are up here”

“I wasn't looking for your eyes” you mumbled

“Mhm...” your girlfriend hummed still smirking “.... so... about the rest of the house... I want to see if my investment is worth it”

“What?” you asked confused as Georgia took a step back

“You are the worst real estate agent I ever met” Georgia laughed as you stood rooted in place looking dumbfolded

“You can't just...” you stammered looking after your girlfriend stunned

“What? You wanted to show me around and now you just standing there” your girlfriend teased you “... I want to see the rest of me flat”

“Knobhead” you mumbled but started to walk after and then around her

“Heard that...” Georgia smiled

“Bite me” you grumbled

“You wish I would don't you” your girlfriend grinned

“Shut up...” you grumbled as you opened the next door “Here we have.... another bedroom??”

“We have two bedrooms? Why?” Georgia looked over your shoulder into the room

“Ugh... I bet that was Lucy... she really thinking we're sleeping seperately??” you groaned annoyed

“We can sleep in both bedrooms... so it looks like it” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders

“And....” you grinned biting your lip looking at G innocently “... we can christen both rooms...”

“That... too” Georgia swallowed hard and you saw her eyes darken

“But first...” you smiled sweetly “... lets finish this tour”

“Scuse me?” your girlfriend scoffed

“Payback's a bitch innit?” you smirked as you already had the next doorknob in your hand “Uh... bathroom... spaceous”

“We can shower together” Georgia grinned pushing you forward

“You know as soon as we step into this shower...” you started but then stopped talking waiting for something

“What you're waiting...” your girlfriend asked confused

“Wait for it...” you mumbled

“BUBS???” you suddenly heard your sister

“There it is...” you huffed “Yeah??”

“You have everything you need?” Lucy tried to covered up her need to check on you

“Of course not you Arsebiscuit” you yelled back rolling her eyes “We just moved in”

“Sorry for caring about you” your sister yelled through the door

“You don't care about me... you care about cockblocking me” you grumbled

“You don't HAVE a cock...” Lucy said flatly

“Not a real one... but...” you started to shoot back as Georgia covered your mouth quickly

“That's it... you're coming home with me” your sister said horrofied trying to shouldercheck the door down

“What are you doing here anyway???” you yelled knowing Lucy wouldn't get through that door

“I'm caring about you okay?” Lucy said her voice a little pained as she was rubbing her shoulder

“Luce...” you sighed “... nothing happened in the hour you were gone... I'm good... G's good.... we're good...”

“I just needed to know....” your sister said quietly

“Go home Lucy...” you said softly as you opened the door “We're okay...”

“I just need...” Lucy said before checking you over

“Are you looking for something?” you raised an eyebrow

“No... no...” your sister said quickly

“Lucy!” you exclaimed “We are no rabbits for godsakes”

“Just checking” Lucy held her hands up

“Go home...” you laughed and pushed your sister slightly

“Yeah yeah... I'm going” your sister rolled her eyes smiling when she turned around leaving

“I'm gonna come later” you said quickly laughing as throwing the door shut turning the key when you heard Lucy running against it

“Bubs!!! Open the door” Lucy yelled

“Can't hear you” you laughed from the inside turning around to your girlfriend

“She's going to kill me... you know that right?!” Georgia said flatly her face blank

“Eh... she won't... Alexia won't let her... Alexia loves me too much to let anything happen that makes me sad” you waved off “...so... where were we?”

“I'm not showering with you while your sister breaks down the door shining style” your girlfriend looked at you with big eyes

“Pussy” you snorted as you pulled your shirt over your head throwing it at Georgia walking towards the bathroom

“Can you believe it??” Lucy stormed into her own home where she was greeted with two confused spaniards “She just locked me out...”

“Qué??” Ona tried to understand her girlfriend

“No... no qué” your sister said upset “... I just went to check on her and she locked me out”

“WHO??” Ona asked desperatly

“Y/n!!!” Lucy exclaimed like everyone should know whos she talking about

“Oh my God Lucy!!” the small spaniard exclaimed “You can't be serious... you said you'd run to the store quickly!”

“Yeah well...” your sister said embarressed “.... it was on the way”

“It isn't...” Ona scolded her girlfriend “.... as a matter of fact it's the complete opposite direction”

“I just...” Lucy scratched the back of her neck ashamed “... she's me baby you know”

“But she's not alone... there's a reason why Georgia is here... let them be Lucy” the small spaniard said softly “... I'm worried about her too but she needs that space okay”

“I'll try to get her to come to the Nuo tomorrow okay...” Alexia offered as she poured herself another glass of wine “... I said Georgia could train here while she's around... maybe give her a taste of what it's like here...”

“Georgia burns faster than Keira....” your sister said “.... she'll never survive in the Barcelonean sun”

“I don't see Bebita moving to Germany... so Georgia will need to suck it up and come here” Alexia waved off taking a sip from her wine

“She can suck it up and move here in 150 years” Lucy grumbled making Ona and Alexia laugh

“Let them be Amor...” Ona laughed “... they're cute”

“You've never met them together” your sister grumbled again

“I don't need to meet them... I saw it when Bebita was on the phone talking to Georgia... or when she got a text from her and her whole face lit up like a christmas tree” the small spaniard said softly “... or how when she talked about her her eyes where shining”

“Yeah yeah I get it” Lucy mumbled “... she loves her”

“And Georgia loves the Cariño” Alexia said

“She needs to prove that first” your sister mumbled

“I think she proved it more than once...” the blonde spaniard said flatly “... and she also proved that she'll always respect the relationship you and the Cari have”

“Stop being logical...” Lucy grumbled again “... both of you”

“G?” you yelled down the hallway the next morning

“Yeah?” you heared your girlfriend answer from the bathroom

“Alexia asks if we want to come round this morning or afternoon?” you said looking at the text on your phone “.... she wants to give you a tour”

“I'm nearly ready...” Georgia said as she walked into the kitchen pressing a kiss to your lips “... if you want we can go there now”

“Yeah well genius....” you huffed out “... how will we get there? I don't have a license and you don't know the way”

“But I have a license and you know the way” your girlfriend smiled grabbing an apple

“Yeah right...” you snorted “... as if I knew the way to the fifth circle of hell”

“You're here for months now...” Georgia looked at you confused “... how don't you know how to get to the trainings ground?”

“Lucy or Ona normally drive...” you defended yourself “... I just slam in me in-ears so I don't have to listen to their lovey-dovey shit... it's disgusting once you understand them”

“Is it really that bad?” your girlfriend looked at you

“Worse..” you shuddered “... at the beginning they thought I wouldn't understand them... but at one point I did... made me heave at what Lucy said to Ona”

“Ew” your girlfriend scrunched up her nose

“Yeah... that” you shook your head disgusted “... wait.. we could order an Uber”

“That'll be embarressing” Georgia said munching on her apple

“Then wait... I'll organize something” you smirked going through your phone to find a specific persons number

“Will this get us in trouble?” your girlfriend asked skeptically “Maybe we should just phone Lucy”

“Bullshit” you mumbled waiting for the call to connect “Hey Maps... what you doing right now?”

“Where is Mapí?” Alexia asked looking around the locker room

“No idea... one moment she was behind me the next her phone rang and she was gone” Ingrid shrugged her shoulders “I think she just stepped outside to take the call – it looked important”

“Bueno...” Alexia said a little grumpy knowing Mapí can spent hours on the phone “... I'll give her another 10 minutes – we have a Champions League coming up”

“I'll go looking for her in a minute” Ingride said as she pulled on her cleats

“Gracias Ingrid” the blonde spaniard smiled apprecheating the norwegians offer

“Ningún problema” the norwegian smiled back leaving the locker room

“Buenos Aires Mapí” you grinned slipping into the passenger seat while your girlfriend slipped into the backseat

“Bon dia mi nena” the tattooed spaniard grinned

“Thanks for picking us up” you smiled happily

“Ningún problema” Mapí smiled back as she started to pull out of the Batlle-Bronze driveway

“So... Stansway....” the tattooed woman eyed Georgia through the backmirror

“Stanway... no second s” your girlfriend corrected a little unsure

“How long are you dating mi nena now?” Mapí asked interessted and you chuckled at how she tried to be intemitading

“I don't know how this concerns you but... a little over four month now” Georgia said neutrally but you saw how she started to already get defensive

“Ehrm... Maps...” you said carefully

“Sí??” the blonde not taking her eyes off Georgia

“Ehrm... Ingrid calls you... again” you pointed out seeing Mapí already missed 17 calls

“Uh oh...” Mapí flinched “... we'll just ignore it”

“I don't think that's a good idea” you said your eyes transfixed on the screen of the inboard system

“The ringing will stop in a second” the tattooed spaniard waved off

“Yeah... and it'll start a second later again” you said and the only thing that was missing was your significant “duh”

“We're nearly there anyway....” Mapí defended herself just as the display showed another incomining call from Ingrid

“Princess norwegian will so kill you” you huffed out a laugh

“She won't... I'm to good in satisfying her” the blonde wriggled her eyebrows

“Ew” you deadpanned as Mapí pulled into the parking lot of Camp Nuo – and that's when you saw it “Maps.....”

“Yeah?” Mapí said concentrated as she drove slower trying to find a prarking space

“... keep driving” you said a little panicked

“Qué??” the blonde looked at you confused and you just pointed through the windshield “Uh oh”

There was Ingrid. Her arms crossed. Her face blank but you saw the fuming eyes. And the worst – she was tipping her foot. But what was basically the sudden death was that BEHIND Ingrid stood Alexia... and Lucy... and Ona... and... Keira.

“Just keep driving” you hit Mapís shoulder while Georgia started laughing on the backseat

“María León!!!” you heard Alexia yell and Mapí hit the brakes so hard you nearly hit your head on the dashboard

“Ay díos mio...” Mapís face went white “... we dead!”

“Yeah well... not if you hit the gas pedal and they...” you started to stress out but the front doors of the car already got ripped open and both of you got pulled out of the car

“María Pilar León Cebrián” Alexia growled while pulling Maps ear

“Ouchi ouchi ouchi ouchi ouchi” the tattooed spaniard whined trying to get Alexia to let go off her

“Oh no... ¿Qué diablos estabas pensando? ¿Estás realmente enojado?Te dije específicamente que NO puedes estar sin supervisión con el cariño!! Pon tu trasero a entrenar AHORA MISMO o que Dios me ayude!!!” the blonde captain growled while pushing Mapí forward

“Oh shit...” you mumbled but flinched when Keira grabbed the back of your neck tighter “... the scary woman is angry... damn Kei... that hurts”

“You called her instead of me to pick you up...” Keira growled quietly holding you in place by your neck

“I just know you don't have your phone on you at training” you defended yourself and you pulled your shoulders up trying to get Keira to let go

“Bitsy no... don't try” the blonde englishwoman shook you slightly so you relaxed again before turning her attention to someone else “... and YOU Georgia Marie Stanway...”

“I...” your girlfriend immediately took a step back

“No no... stay put...” Keira said pointing with her free hand next to her “... Luce!”

“Oh please don't let her kill me...” Georgia begged her best friend pulling on Keiras trainings shirt like a little child

“Not for you” the blonde rolled her eyes when she pushed you towards your sister “.. the older Bronze can deal with the other Bronze”

“Oh thank fuck” your girlfriend sighed deeply

“Scuse me??” you exclaimed “... what about me??”

“We both know you weasle your way out of Lucys punishment” Georgia waved off “... you always did”

“Excuse... no wait... that's true actually” you shrugged your shoulders as Keira let go of your neck when Lucy was close enough so even if you tried to run your sister would catch you immediately

“So... Bubs...” your sister said overly friendly as she laid her arm over your shoulders pulling you away

“I swear Georgia...” Keira said staring at her friend “... you better not leave these two hackle anything out because I personally will hold you accountable if something happens to either Bits or Mapí... I told you I need you to step up... I know it's hard because you don't want to end up being the bad guy but these two can't be trusted together”

“I didn't even know who she called” Georgia lifted her hands in surrender “... we were talking about how I don't know the way and she never paid attention and then she said she knows who to call”

“I know... but G... you really need to be alert around her here... Barcelona makes a different person out of her... she's more happy yes... more carefree... but she's also more reckless...” the older player said and your girlfriend nodded along

“Yeah okay... what you think Lucy will do to y/n??” your girlfriend asked and Keira saw that Georgia understood what she meant

“I don't know... most likely... I don't know... no dessert before bed?” Keira shrugged her shoulders and Georgia snorted loudly

“I think that's even worse for her than being grounded” Georgia smirked and Keira started chuckling

“Oh I know... I also know about her secret stash in her sock draw...” the older one smirked “... I don't think Lucy ever caught on with that”

“She has a secret stash??” your girlfriend perked up

“Always in her sock draw...” Keira said nonchalantly “... even on camps”

“Good to know” Georgia mumbled

“Come on... I'll show you around...” Keira said smiling nodding towards the entrance of Camp Nou

“Bubs...” Lucy said sitting you down in the locker room “... stop getting Maps into trouble... you know we need her in 10 days”

“None of you ever has their phone on you when you're in trainings mode” you grumbled annoyed “YOU basically force me to call her”

“No we don't... you know how to use Google Maps right?” your sister rolled her eyes

“I DID use Maps...” you exclaimed

“GOOGLE MAPS... not Maps León” Lucy mimiked your tone

“No need to shout...” you rolled your eyes “... so... what me punishment?”

“Oh that's not on me... Alexia and Irene will decide that” your sister smiled sweetly

“WHAT???!!!!” you exclaimed shocked your eyes wide

“Oh yeah... I'm not intervering with La Reinas wrath” Lucy grinned

“Cariño!” Alexia pushed the door open right this second

“She's not here... please leave a message after the beep...” you quickly jumped behind your sister hiding

“Ven aquí” Alexia said dangerously calm

“No...” you whined

“Cariño....” the blonde warned “... don't keep me waiting... you won't get out of it... Keira already warned me about your tactics”

“Motherfu...” you sweared under your breath but stopped when you heared your sister clear your throat “Sorry” you mumbled

“Ven aquí Cari” Alexia said again and this time you peeked around Lucy

“You need to promise that you don't yell...” you said in a small voice

“I promise I won't yell...” the blonde said softly “... but you won't get away with that”

“You need to promise PROMISE you won't yell” you said a little firmer

“lo juro por mi madre” Alexia rolled her eyes

“Promesa?” you asked again

“Promesa... ven aquí” the blonde pointed on a spot in front of her

“Lucyyyy...” you whined holding onto your sisters trainings shirt

“Oh no.... leave me out of this” Lucy chuckled as she pulled out from behind her “... why do I feel like having a deja-vu??”

“It's just like the first time I met her...” Alexia said shaking her head “... I had to yell at Mapí and she was hiding behind you”

“Ah... yeah... knew it felt weirdly familiar” your sister acknowledged

“In here Cari...” the blonde spaniard pushed you into a meeting room “... we're gonna have a talk”

“I'm....” you tried to quickly turn around “... G... she needs a tour... it's very confusing in here”

“Your girlfriend is already at the gym” Alexia caught you in time to push you back into the room “Keira took care of it”

“Uh oh...” you mumbled when Alexia pushed you into one of the chairs and she sat down opposite you

“You know you're not allowed time with María without any adults...” the blonde started calmly and you really expected her to yell at you but Alexia stayed calm “... so what made you call her?”

“She always answers her phone” you shrugged your shoulders

“As does your sister, Keira or I...” Alexia pointed out waiting for you to continued

“... she's more fun” you mumbled a little ashamed

“That's not a good enough reason...” the blonde scolded you and your face scrunched up a little bit “... you're gonna first help your girlfriend to train and get her knee stabilized again and as soon as you done with her trainings unit you'll come to me and we'll get these irrational thoughts out of your brilliant brain”

“Brilliant brain?” you perked up smiling in your seat

“I will deny saying that” Alexia smiled back and nodded her head to the door “Go... help your girlfriend get fit again... they'll need her...”

“Okay... come on guys...” you clapped your hands together in Munich locker room “... disturb their play early... don't waste engery on running after the quick short passes... they'll pass them quick passes and then play a long ball to the top... I want you to make them work”

“Ehrm... can I say something too?” Alex looked at you carefully

“Ehrm... no?? I won't lose to them snobs...” you shot back before you turning your attention back to the Bayern Munich players while Georgia tried to surpress her snort at Alex offended face “... you guys listen to me... you'll go out there and break ankles if you have to... I won't hear the end of it if Barcelona wins... not from Alexia... not from Mapí and ESPACIALLY not from me sister... so you do what you have to do to win... or at least draw”

“Coach?” Lea Schüller lifted her hand like she was in school

“Yeah?” you and Alex answered at the same time

“Coach Bronze..” Lea clarified and Alex sat down huffing “... you said we should break ankles... is this literally or hypotheticall??”

“Hypothetically” you rolled your eyes “... these guys out there are still me family.... I want someone on Aitana all the time... and on Mario... these two will be an absolut pest”

“What about Putellas and Salma?” Sydney asked trying to memorize what you say

“Salma isn't herself right now...” you said your tone serious “... I don't know what's going on but she doesn't really connect with the team or finish her chances... Stanway will cover Putellas...”

“I'm what?” your girlfriend looked at you shocked

“You on Putellas... gives you some 1on1 time to connect with your crush” you smirked while Magda started to snicker next to Georgia

“You bitch” Georgia exclaimed in disbelieve

“You're welcome...” you smirked back “... oh and Eriksson... if you fuck up against Bonmatí you'll run laps”

“Coach Alex...” Magda whined “... she...”

“Apparently you all listen to her... so don't come running to me now” the Bayern coach huffed sulking

“I want you all to make them work okay...” you went back to being serious with “your” team “... we start with something risky but I think it's gonna throw them off their game enough so we can use that ONE momentum in our favour and score...” you grinned evilly

The players went out on the pitch and you came out after them smiling before you took your turn towards the Bayern Munich bench

“Hola Pequeña” you suddenly heard a voice you haven't heard in a long time and you could HEAR the smile even tho the person stood behind you

“Oh mios dios...” you groaned feaking annoyance

“It's Ay dios mio but okay...” the woman smirked stepping up to stand next to you “... you little traitor told them Germans all the tricks sí?”

“All of them...” you grinned as you felt the person pulling you into a side hug

“Good... take them down a note...” the big woman smirked

“Notch Hermoso... it's take them down a notch not a note” you elbowed her lightly

“You should be grateful I'm talking english to you” Jenni huffed but her smile never faltered

“What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have a game to play with that tequila team of yours?” you teased

“Someone has to do the commentary on that game...” the lanky spaniard smiled

“And they chose you of all people??” you raised an eyebrow but Jenni saw you were just teasing her

“They chose the best as always” Jenni smirked

“Then what are YOU doing here?” you grinned and then squeaked when Jenni pulled you into a headlock

“Would you mind giving an interview?” the dark haired spaniard asked

“Absolutley not... if you want someone to talk to about the game take the coach over there who's sulking on the bench... wait here..” you pointed at Alex when your attention switched to the pitch and you stepped around Jenni “MAGDA ERIKSSON.... is that what you call sprints?? I was faster when I had both my ACLs ripped!!!”

“Okay WOW” Jenni said shocked watching how Magda literally went pale and started sprinting faster “And you want to tell me you're not the coach??”

“At best I'm their motivation coach” you grinned evilly “STANWAY!!!”

“You call your girlfriend by her last name?” the lanky spaniard wondered

“Because when we're in public she's not me girlfriend...” you mumbled and Jenni remembered why

“Ah... yes sorry... I forgot about that detail...” Jenni said softly pulling you into a side hug “... so... prediction for todays game?”

“Hm... 1 – 2 … I don't know for whose side but the teams are pretty equal” you said after a second of thinking

“Mia Madre... I know that you know that I know that you know exactly how this game will end... you ALWAYS know how games will go and how they'll end” Jenni groaned knowing she won't get anything out of you

“Let's see... there are still a few variables I can't predict” you shrugged your shoulders

“How does that brain of yours actually work??” the dark hair wondered and again you just shrugged your shoulders

“How should I know... it just works” you said your eyes transfixed on the pitch “STANWAY!!!”

“You are trully an amazing person y/n Bronze” Jenni laughed as she watched how Georgia flinched when you yelled at her

“G... stop looking out for Keira... it's Tweedledumb you have to cover!!!” you yelled from the sideline and Jona already shook his head in disbelieve how you just stole Alex job coaching a Champions League game

“Who????” Georgia stopped mid run to look at you confused

“TWEEDLEDUMB you spacecadet!!!” you yelled throwing your armes in the air

“WHO???!!!” your girlfriend yelled back even more confused

“She means Patri...” Keira provided helpfully before she stole the ball from Gs feet

“You better get that ball back Stanway or I swear you won't be happy for the next three YEARS!!!!” you screamed at your girlfriend which made Jenni – who stood a little bit further down the sideline – burst out laughing and Georgia immediately sprinting after Keira

“A yellow???!! Really G??” you looked at your girlfriend flatly at the halftime break

“YOU said I should get the ball back” your girlfriend defended herself “You also got a yellow”

“You can be grateful you didn't get a red... tackling Kei off her feet from the back... what the hell were you thinking??” you shot back “... and my yellow was so over the top... that ref should take a course how to ref a game”

“You called her a blind fish who wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a horses arse and its head” Samantha Kerr pointed out

“Awa' n bile your head” you shot at the scott who just bursted out laughing

“Aye a wee scott...” Sam laughed whiping away her tears

“You guys confuse me” Magda suddenly said which resulted in you getting your attention on her

“YOU...” you pointed at the swede “... can you maby stop yapping with the spanish swede over some meatball recepies and start defending... like do the job you have”

“Oooookaaaayy...” Pernille said overly friendly while she grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you back until you found yourself outside the locker room “... take a breather”

“Nothing was wrong what I said” you exclaimed upset

“Breath...” Pernille calmly repeated and waited until it seem that you calmed down a little bit “... take it down a notch okay... we do what we can out there and the fact that it's still 0 – 0 speaks for the fact that you did a good job with the tactics and that we do our jobs.... so take a deep breath and tell us what we should do in the second half”

“Win” you looked like Pernille lost her mind and the dane started laughing

“Okay then...” the blonde laughed “... let's win then”

“G... there's a space on the 11 for Lea” you yelled and your girlfriend looked up and passed the ball into a small space in between the barcelona midfield “Lea... DoppelWhopper!!”

Georgia played the ball perfectly into Leas run and the blonde passed it immediately to her right to Klara Bühl who was now facing Ona and Ingrid who both came towards the brown haired woman just smirked and passed it back to Lea who stopped the ball just outside the 18yard box waiting for Lucy to come off her position and Lucy as usual didn't disappoint – she ran right into the trap not seeing Pernille coming down the line and Lea just pushed the ball past Lucys feet for Pernille to belt the ball towards Cata. Sadly she just hit the crossbar and you groaned loudly but then you saw how the ball was just a tad to high for Mapí to clear it with her head and it landed right in front of Georgias foot

“SHOOT YOU FRUITCAKE!!!!” you yelled desperatly and Georgia just did that – she pulled her foot back and belted the ball towards the goal

The next seconds were going by in slow motion for you. You saw how Cata scrambled back up and to the other side of the goal where Georgias ball was heading. But she was a millisecond to late. You saw how the fingertips of her Goalkeeper gloves grazed the ball but not enough to get it off its course – you threw your arms in the air screaming loudly even before the ball hit the back of the net. Lea was the first to run towards your girlfriend who just stood there dumbfolded looking like she saw a ghost as the rest of the team caught up on her burying her under a pile of players. The Barca players stood there just as dumbfolded as Georgia was a second ago. That was until Alexia spotting you jumping on Alex back who was laughing loudly carrying you around in the coaching zone. Jenni and Alexia locked eye and Jenni smirked before she started to clap politely while Ale threw her best friend a death glare.

“Vamos!!!” the blonde capitan yelled loudly trying to get her players back into playing mode “Let's go... we won't get dragged down by a goal... we focus and we trust in our ability”

Georgia jogged past Keira grinning from ear to ear when the blonde englishwoman stopped her shortly

“I know you want to go over there right now...” Keira mumbled her head low so no one could catch on “... but you can't G.... you can't risk it”

“Thanks Kei.... I nearly” your girlfriend mumbled back her smile faltering slightly

“I know....” Keira smiled softly “... safe it for later”

“KEIRA!! VAMOS!!!” Aitana yelled seeing Keira talking to the “enemy”

“Come on Magda... don't let her tank you over... she's literally a child” you yelled from the side line as Salma came racing towards Magda “... she's like a century younger than you... you won't catch her... stop her before”

“You really know how to motivate players” Jenni chuckled from your right

“It's not like I'm lying” you grumbled watching how Magda got the ball away from Salma with a clean tackle “Great job Bavarian Swede!!”

“Bavarian Swede??” the dark haired spaniard asked confused

“Yeah... I just can't yell Swede... otherwise the Barca Swede would get confused” you grinned making Jenni laugh

You saw how Alexia stole the ball from Lea and raced down towards Maria Grohs and you knew the way Alexia controlled the ball that it would end up with an equalizer from the catalan

“Fuck me” you groaned and already turned away before Alexia even belted the ball towards the goal

“What?” Jenni asked confused looking after you

“Wait for it...” you just said and three seconds later the stadium errupted in cheers “... there it is”

“You knew Ale would score????” the dark haired woman asked “How??”

“She dribbled with her right foot which means she gonna bring it on her left in the last second the Goalkeeper already off in the wrong direction Ale shoots with her left and bam...” you groaned as you turned around seeing defeat in the Munich players faces

“NO NO NO!!! YOU WON'T GIVE UP.... WE STILL HAVE 15 MINUTES LEFT!! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY LIKE I KNOW YOU CAN!!!” you screamed at them so loud that Jenni flinched – and she was used to getting yelled at. By Ale. By Montse. By you.

“Jesús... can you please calm down a bit?” Jenni asked rubbing her ear

“I have to beat the best team in the world.... I can't calm down” you gritted through you teeth

“Your team is the first in a long time that put one past Cata... you already can be proud of them” the lanky spaniard

“Do I look proud?? DO I LOOK PROUD HERMOSO??!!” you screeched and pulled Jenni down on her shirt until her face was mere centimeters away from yours

“You know if you wanted a kiss all you need to do is ask” Jenni wriggled her eyebrows pressing a sweet loving kiss to your nose and you pushed her away quickly

“Yuck!!!” you exclaimed and grabbed the next best thing to wipe your nose – which was Alex shirt

“Excuse me??” the Munich coach exclaimed bewildered

“She slobbered on me nose” you whined wiping your nose again on his sleeve

“Coach the team and stop making out with Hermoso” the man grumbled pulling his arm away from you

“Ha... she wishes...” Jenni barked out laughing

“You dinosaur wouldn't able to keep up” you shot back your eyes on the pitch when you saw Cata coming off her line towards Klara

In true Carata Kid fashion Cata took Klara out and you were the first to yell

“OY REF!!!!! YOU SAW THAT FOUL??? CARE TO DO YOUR JOB AND...” you screamed until Lucy quickly sprinted over covering your mouth with her hand

“Shut up you Moron” your sister shushed you “... you already have a yellow”

You continued to yell but with Lucy covering your mouth no one could make out what you muffled loudly

“Bubs... Shut. Up” Lucy growled “... I could leave you shovel your grave deeper but I chose to basically go against my team and help yours... so shut up and accept that you get that freaking PK”

You huffed annoyed and Lucy let you go again “... if this bites me in the ass I'm coming for you”

“... GOOD JOB REF!! WHAT A GOOD REF YOU ARE – YES YOU ARE!! YOU WANT YOUR FUCKING COOK...” you started to yell again immediately and your sister just groaned loudly

This time it was Jenni to step in and she just pulled you into a thight hug so all your angry yelling got muffled by her shirt

“Letmegohemoso” your voice muffled and you tried to push Jenni off you

“Not until you calmed down – jesús you are worse than Alexia” the lanky woman rolled her eyes “Who's taking the Penalty anyway? Your team looks over a little lost”

“21” you mumbled against Jenni and the woman yelled out

“She says Harders” Jenni yelled over

“Harder... you...” you grumbled but the dark haired woman just patted your head in a sisterly way

“She understood” the dark haired woman defended herself “If you promise to be good I'll let you watch”

You just grunted and turned away from Jennis upper body to watch how Pernille walked up to the Penalty point with the ball in her hands. Like the calm person she is she placed the ball down and took about six steps back. Her face stoic with concentration and you saw how she took a deep breath her hands on her hips

“She'll go top left” you mumbled just as the whistle blew and Pernille took another step back before running forward “Good job P”

Just as you said that Pernilles foot connected with the ball and she pushed it to the top left corner while Cata dived right

“You are truly amazing Pequeña you know that?” Jenni said in awe as the Munich players jumped on Pernille celebrating

“Meeh... every player has their tell” you shrugged smiling slightly when the dane truned around pointing at you smiling widely

“I don't” the lanky spaniard protested

“Oh you have the bigget ones Hermoso” you smirked

“Name me one” Jenni huffed

“When you stopp the ball with your chest you let it slide down to your foot on the inside of your leg and you shoot out of the turning movment” you waved off knowing it would eat the spaniard up that you immediately came up with something

“That's not...” the dark haired one started before stopping surprised “... that is actually true”

“I know” you grinned shrugging your shoulders

It was in the 87 minute when for you the world stopped. Barca threw everything at Munich trying to equalize once again but the backline from the german club withheld every attack the catalan club threw at them. But then it happened. Georgia was sprinting down the side line blazing past you when you saw Jana – who came on for Mapí who had muscle problems – coming in for a slide tackle. To your horror your girlfriend didn't see it – she passed the ball forward into the run of Pernille when Jana took out Georgias feet and your girlfriend went down hard. Jana on her part was quickly back on her feet already back in the game while Georgia stayed down clutching her ankle. Then something happened no one saw coming – and that was you. When you saw your girlfriend staying down on the pitch you saw red. The ball was already gone and Jana would've had the chance to stop that tackle but she didn't – you knew it was unexperience on her part but that didn't make you less angry that someone hurt your girlfriend. Jenni wasn't fast enough to grab the back of your shirt as you took off so she just yelled for Alexia to watch out. The blonde barca capitana looked at her best friend bewildered when she saw you sprinting down the side line.

“Lucy!!” Alexia screamed not caring if they received an other goal or not and to her relief Lucy looked up and followed Alexias wild pointing

“Fuck” your sister swore under her breath leaving her position trying to get to you first before you got to whoever you set your mind on “KEIRA!”

But all of them weren't fast enough and you got to Jana first and tackled her rugby style to the ground making the young player squeak in surprise before the air was pressed out of her lungs when she hit the pitch with you on top of her. You quickly turned her around so you were sitting on top of her your fist raised ready to break her nose. But before you could go through Lucy and Alexia were there pulling you off the young player – you weren't you if you'd make it easy for them. You locked your knees around Janas hip and instead of getting you off her Alexia and Lucy dragged Jana back with you – Natasha Romanoff would've been proud of your knee lock you were sure of that.

“Bubs” Lucy begged you “.... let go... come on... she didn't mean it...”

“Cariño... por favor...” Alexia now tried to get you let go of Jana

Now more players filed in – Barcelonean and Munich – trying to help but it only resulted in you getting more aggregated and you even tried to bite Ingrid. Not even Keira was able to get you out of your anger fueled tunnel until your girlfriend came hobbleing over with the help of two physios

“Y/n!” Georgia said sternly her tone on the verge of angry “Let her go... I'm good...”

Just hearing her voice made you snap out of your episode immediately and you looked up your arms still held by Lucy and Alexia when you locked eyes with Georgia standing there all anger left your body and your knee lock around the young Barca player immediately opened up. Your sister and Alexia pulled you up and away from Jana quickly getting some distance between you and her. Your eyes were still locked with your girlfriends while Lucy basically womanhandled you to the side line Georgia slowly hobbleing after you two putting light weight on her foot.

“Just bruising... you'll be good to lightly train in a few days... RICE method okay...” one of the physios said after he inspected Gs ankle carefully and throughfully already slapping an icepack on the ankle

You were sitting in a corner on a chair watching every move from the physio with hawks eyes since you got a red card anyway and were banned for the next two games you had the time to watch the man work on your girlfriends ankle. You had a dark look on your face your anger bubbleing to the surface again when you saw Georgia whince as the ice pack hit her ankle. The man left quickly after that leaving you and Georgia alone with your girlfriend laying back down on the table with a huff

“You want to tell me what the fuck you were thinking?” your girlfriend asked into the quiet room looking at the celing

“I was concerned” you said your voice had an angry undertone

“So you weren't using your fucking brain” Georgia shot back getting angry herself

“No... for a second I wasn't... I was concerned for my girlfriend and potentially her season” you barked back

“We agreed that as soon I step on the pitch I'm NOT your girlfriend...” your girlfriend sat back up looking at you with an angry face “... you fucking can't do that... you can't mix up business and private... what if someone catches on? Do you realize you just sabotaged everything we did to hide this relationship? Do you realize what it could mean for me?”

“Oh that's what this is about... about I'm caring for you... sorry Stanway... it won't fucking happen again” you growled as you stood up walking towards the door knowing Georgia couldn't follow you at the moment

“Don't you dare run away...” Georgia said her voice still angry “... this is not about you caring or not... this is about you behaving like a major asshole towards one of the nicesest players out there and you not thinking what's at stake here...”

“If there's so much at stake then don't worry... there won't be for much longer” you shot back walking out the door throwing it shut behind you

“Y/N!!” your girlfriend (ex-girlfriend?) yelled after you but she wasn't able to follow you

“Fuck!” Georgia swore loudly letting herself fall back onto the table angry – mostly about herself for how she dealt with the situation.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

COD Masterlist

🥀 = Angst 🌼 = Fluff

🌸 = Comfort 🌹 = Smut

Request Guidelines

Task Force 141 (Includes all group ships)

~ A Smoke For 3 | Price x Reader x Gaz 🌹🌹

Summary: You, a new and bold recruit, decide to inform Price that smoking is bad for him, and he and Gaz proceed to figure out that smoking is also very bad for you after they tag-team you.

~ Cuddles with 141 (+Roach!) 🌼🌸

Summary: How I think Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Roach would cuddle + little blurbs.

~ Held | Ghost x Price 🥀🌸

Summary: While on leave, Simon can’t seem to get to sleep properly, and Price knows just the thing to help.

~ Trophy | 141 x Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: When the MacTavish Clan raids a neighboring clan who grew a bit too bold, they don’t expect to find the feisty, beaten wife of the other clan’s chief.

Platonic!141

~ Undying Stupidity 🌼

Summary: After raiding a strange facility, 141 takes you back to base with them, where they interrogate you, and after shooting you in the head, quickly discover that you’re an immortal.

~ ParkRanger!Reader &/x Reader Hc’s🌼

Summary: You, a park ranger, discover that your group of oddly friendly animal friends might not be what you originally thought they were.

~ Found | 141 & Reader 🥀🌼🌸

Summary: When you’re introduced to your new foster parents, a bear hybrid, harpy, werewolf and wraith, four big scary men, you’re not sure about how things are going to turn out. Your first day with them turns out more okay than you expected.

Intro | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

~ Surprise | Soap x Reader🥀🌼

Summary: After a mission that they barely survived, Ghost leads the team to a safe place to stay, his half-sister’s apartment.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

~ The Bet | Soap x Reader 🌹🌹

Summary: After a drunken bet Johnny didn’t think you’d take seriously, he ends up beneath you in bed, figuring out just how literally you took it.

John Price

~ Lesson Learnt | John Price x Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: Your good-for-nothing boyfriend won’t help you change out your flat tire in the cold, soaking rain, but luckily someone else comes along to assist, and teaches your boyfriend a lesson while he’s at it.

Part 1 | Part 2

~ Forgive Me | John Price x Reader 🥀🌸🌹

Summary: After a rough day, Price gets home and accidentally raises his voice at you, leading to plenty of apologies, and making up for his mistake.

~ Five More Minutes | John Price x Reader 🌼🌹

Summary: Your stubborn boyfriend is working at home late into the night, and you’re missing him, so why not let him work while he makes up for being absent?

~ Just Surviving | StepDad!Price & Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: Price’s relationship with you, his wife’s daughter from another partner, isn’t the greatest, but he’s willing to try, and after a rough day at school, it seems he’s got a chance.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

~ Pent Up | Ghost x M!Reader 🌹🌼🌹

Summary: Simon comes home from a mission pent up and missing his boyfriend.

~ Perspective | Ghost x Reader 🥀🌸🌹

Summary: Simon Riley has always thought of himself as broken and undeserving of you, but you’re always there to quiet his intrusive thoughts.

~ Regrets | Ghost x Reader 🌹🥀🌸

Summary: After a rough night, Simon treats you a bit too roughly, and tries to make it up to you.

~ Rediscovered | CBF! 09’ Ghost x/& Reader 🌸🌼

Summary: After meeting in elementary school, you and Simon hit it off, becoming best friends before miscommunications leads you two to lose contact for years, before meeting again at an airport.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

~ Stains | Gaz x Reader 🌸🌸

Summary: After the worst day possible, Kyle is there to comfort you with all of your favorite things.

~ Perfect | Gaz x Reader 🌼🌹

Summary: After you and Kyle’s lovely wedding, you can’t help but find yourself a bit nervous for your first time, luckily, your husband is there to reassure you.

~ Spared | Gaz x Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: After your good-for-nothing husband abandons you in the face of danger, Kyle takes matters into his own hands.

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

~ Leaf Pile | Roach x/& Reader 🌼

Summary: You find a very lost, mute, British soldier in your very American base, and someone had the audacity to knock over his pile of leaves.

König

~ Pumpernickel | König x Reader 🌼🌼

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to find your husband gone, only to discover him in the kitchen, baking…bread?

~ Bubbles | König x Reader 🌼🌼

Summary: When Task Force 141 joins together with KorTac for a mission, he doesn’t expect the bubbly member of the 141 to give his entire base a Christmas surprise.

~ Happy Accidents | König x Reader 🌸🌼

Summary: König has always had trouble feeling safe and secure, that was until he accidentally stumbled into your apartment late at night.

Other

~ Stitching Us Together 🥀🌸🌼

Summary: Brianna Riley, Charlotte Garrick, Isla MacTavish and John Price Jr, a close group of childhood friends, investigate a strange shadowy figure that had been poking around Isla’s front yard with a flashlight, leading to a plot larger than they could’ve imagined.

Part 1 | Part 2

[queerpunktomatoes]

Y'all? Texas has pre-filed 32 anti-trans bills in the last 5 days.

(Please read "pre-filed" again. These have not passed as of time of writing.)

HB1123 would impose stricter laws on sports by requiring every athlete in the state to undergo a chromosome test.

(Really, truly hoping I don't need to explain how this is not only devastating for trans and intersex people, but all athletes in all age brackets, as well as incredibly invasive and expensive.)

HB239 would bar transgender individuals from using facilities in any publicly owned building in Texas. Park bathrooms, rest stops, schools, state-run hospitals, major airports. Texas already has a “bathroom bounty” law, which allows cis people to sue trans people for using bathrooms, promising a minimum $10,000 payout for successful claims.

HB 1075 would allow anyone performing in drag to be sued for $5,000. The bill’s definition of “drag” and “perform” is broad. “Exhibiting a gender that is different from the performer’s gender recorded at birth using clothing, makeup, or other physical markers” This definition clearly includes trans people. 

(And would almost certainly mean no Pride parades across Texas, where transgender people and drag performers dance, party, etc.)

Senate Bill 86 would require parental permission for high school students to join a Gay-Straight Alliance or any club that “promotes themes of sexuality, gender, or gender identity.”

Senate Bill 84 mandates that government documents classify people based on their “biological reproductive system.” The bill doesn't address intersex individuals or those with congenital conditions that prevent them from producing gametes. It says, “biological differences between the sexes are enduring,” and those differences “warrant the creation of separate social, educational, athletic, or other spaces.”

(All my information is from Erin Reed, a trans woman, journalist, and activist. You should follow her newsletter, she's wonderful.)

[writingquestionsanswered]

do u have any sort of website that can tell me jobs in a small town? trying to write a story set in a small town but i cant come up with any ideas for jobs apart from the essential ones like police or hospital

Jobs in a Small Town

Government: mayor, city manager, city council member, city attorney, city clerk, code enforcement officer, customer service representative, finance director, fire chief/firefighter, paramedic, human resources manager, information technology department, librarian, municipal court clerk/administrator/judicial specialist/court security officer, parks and recreation director, planning and zoning director, police chief/officer or sheriff/deputy, public works director, utilities clerk, wastewater plant operator

Business: business owner/operator or employee (such as a clerk, receptionist, manager, or administrator) at a shop, restaurant, cafe, gas station, mechanic, tow truck, locksmith, landscaper/lawn care, handyman, florist, funeral home, pool cleaner, daycare center, grocery store, feed and pet store, car dealership, clothing boutique, ice cream parlor, liquor store, bar, nightclub, community theater, "big box store" (like Walmart), warehouse store (like Costco), movie theater, mini-golf course

Medical Services: hospital (administration, doctor, surgeon, nurse practitioner, nurse, nurse's aide, respiratory therapist, anesthesiologist, orderly, receptionist, lab worker, security, etc.) Doctor's office or urgent care (administration, doctor, nurse, nurse practitioner, receptionist, etc.) Dentist or orthodontist (administration, dentist/orthodontist, dental assistant, orthodontic assistant, receptionist, etc.) Nursing home/assisted living facility (administration, doctor, nurse, orderly, etc.)

Random: country club employee, dog walker, babysitter/nanny, home nurse, museum director/curator/specialist/employee, town archaeologist (if area is rich in history), industrial jobs (mining, factories/manufacturing, farming/crop production, fishing/fisheries), wedding coordinator, convention center director, attorney, judge, taxi driver, utility repair technician, railway worker, bus driver, school jobs (principal, teacher, teacher's aide, librarian, cafeteria worker, counselor, security officer, custodian), airport jobs (administrative, security, service provider/employee, airline worker, pilot, flight attendant, plane mechanic)

That's all I've got at the moment, but keep an eye on the comments in case others come up with ideas! :)

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

TIMELINE ~ LOVE THAT BURNS

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

After spending so much time researching and watching the movies, I have rearranged the timeline to work with this series.

This timeline is to help you understand the layout of the series.

This timeline has one thing about the reader, the rest is brief spots of the movies and other important information. I didn't want to include too much about the reader or the changes I'm making to the movies. No spoilers are allowed here.

MAIN STORYLINE TIMELINE

1832: 

James Logan Howlett born

1845: 

Logan’s mutation manifests

Victor Creed (Logan’s half-brother) and Logan runaway

1861 - 1865:

Logan and Victor fight for the Union in the Civil War

1917 - 1918:

Logan and Victor fight for the U.S. Army in World War 1

1930:

Erik Lehnsherr born

THE READER IS BORN

1932:

Charles Xavier born

1934:

Raven Darkholme born

Hank McCoy born

1944: 

Logan and VIctor participate in the D-Day invasion

1945:

Logan saves Ichiro Yashida’s life while imprisoned in a POW camp in Japan

1959:

William Stryker begins his work on mutants

1962:

Charles is paralyzed

Erik forms the Brotherhood of Mutants

1963:

Jason Stryker born

Scott Summers born

1964:

Ororo Munroe born

1965:

Charles opens Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

1967:

Jean Grey born

1972:

Logan and Victor meet William Stryker and join Team X

Logan quits Team X

1974:

Charles reopens the School

1975:

8 year old Jean Grey loses control of her abilities

Charles finds Jean and takes her to the school - he blocks her memories and puts psychic blocks to limit her powers

1978:

William Stryker sends Jason to Xavier’s School but pulls him quickly after finding out that Charles encourages him to embrace his mutation

1979:

Victor Creed hunts down and kills former members of Team X

William Stryker has Victor kidnap mutant children including Scott Summers

Adamantium is injected into Logan’s skeletal system

Logan finds the experimenting facility 

Logan loses his memory

1986:

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) born

Marie D’Ancanto born

2001:

Marie D’Ancanto discovers her ability

Marie and Logan are brought to Xavier’s School

The X-Men stop Magneto in the Statue of Liberty

Logan leaves to figure out more about his past

2002:

Logan comes back to the school

William Stryker invades the school abducting students and Charles

The X-Men and Magneto break into Stryker’s base at Alkali Lake

Jean Grey dies saving the team

Colossus and Kitty Pryde join the X-Men

2003:

Worthington Labs develops a cure for the x-gene

Jean returns as the Phoenix, killing Scott and later Charles

X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants battle it out

Logan kills Jean

Logan then leaves the school

2012:

Ichiro Yashida sends Yukio to search for Logan

2013:

The Wolverine Movie

ENDING ONE TIMELINE

2013:

Trask Industries invades and occupies X-Mansion

Trask Industries announces the updated Sentinel program

2015: 

Charles and Erik find Logan in an Airport and tell them that they need his help

Beast (Hank) is killed

2023:

Mutants are almost extinct – the war is reaching an end

Wolverine’s conscious is sent back in time

Logan is successful changing the timeline from 1973 on

Logan wakes up to find the X-Men alive and the War of the Sentinels never happened

1973:

2023 Logan wakes up in his younger body

Wolverine from 2023 wakes in his younger body

Logan, Charles, Hank, and Peter break Erik out of prison

Mystique is prevented from killing Bolivar Trask

Erik turns against them

Trask Industries unveils the Sentinels Program

Wolverine and Hank fight Erik and a Sentinel while Charles tries to convince Mystique to spare Trask at the White House

The Sentinels Program is canceled and Trask is arrested for selling military secrets

Mystique, under the guise of William Stryker, raises Logan from the Potomac River

ENDING TWO TIMELINE

2015: 

Logan goes back to the school where he finds Charles alive

2018:

Laura is born with her paternal DNA coming from Wolverine

2024:

Deadpool and an alternate Wolverine work together to stop Cassandra Nova from destroying the Multiverse

The TVA allows Laura to come back to her own timeline despite her younger self still being there

The TVA allows Wolverine to come to Laura and Wade’s timeline despite his alternative self still being alive

2026:

Charles suffers a massive psychic seizure that injures over 600 people and killing several X-Men

Logan takes Charles to Mexico, hiding him away so Charles’ deteriorating mind can’t hurt anybody

2029:

The Logan Movie

2035:

Laura is sent to the Void by the TVA

Deadpool time jumps to dig up Wolverine’s body

[bitchinbarzal]

3945 Miles | T Meier

summary: when the space between you is 3945 miles misunderstandings are a given.

-

This thing between you was going on two years now.

You’d spend the entire summer together; vacations in ibiza, sleeping in his bed, fancy dinners in town. Then when he had to leave for New Jersey you’d both have emotional goodbyes at the airport.

He never made you his girlfriend. You were just a person in his life who he adored but would never confirm it with something.

You were exactly 3945 miles apart and it killed you.

You’d call every other day to talk about his games you’d stayed up late to watch, your job and what was going on back home.

After receiving really exciting news at work the first person you thought to call was Timo. You called him and before he could say anything you exclaimed

“I have amazing news! I got a promotion!”

Timo stutters “I-Oh that’s amazing schatz”

You frown “What’s wrong?” You can hear it in his voice he’s distracted.

“Nothing, nothing just a long day” he sighs

“Oh I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called”

“No, no don’t apologize! I’m glad you called tell me about-“

Then you heard it in the background, a woman’s voice

“Timo, are you coming? I’m waiting”

On the other end Timo freezes, realizing you’d heard her voice “Y/N….”

You shook your head “No, I’m- you shouldn’t have answered Timo”

He sighs “Please just listen-“

“Have a nice night T” and hung up.

Timo sat in the corridor of the healthcare facility with his head in his hands “Timo?” Lucy, the trainer called again “I haven’t got all night buddy, Luke is coming in for his ankle”

The news you hadn’t managed to tell Timo was that by next month you’d be working in your new office in New York. How you’d be closer now but it appeared he didn’t need you near.

You moved, never calling him to let him know. You assumed his mom would pass on the information considering you’d dropped by to hand her your key to Timo’s house.

“Sweetheart just keep it! I’m sure you’ll need it in the summer” she exclaimed to which you smiled softly

“No Mama Meier I don’t think I will”

You made it to New York without a hitch, settling into your apartment nicely and finding friends in the city.

You’d been in the city for a month when one of your new friends had invited you out for a night. The invite was broad and consisted of “sports”

The particular sport in question you hadn’t even thought it would be hockey. Your friends hadn’t mentioned they even liked hockey.

You’d driven to Jersey and were sat in the prudential center, right on the glass.

Your friends were decked out in rangers jerseys and hats for their team while you were dressed in nothing to do with hockey.

You watched the intro on the jumbotron, watching Timo’s face appear on the screen. That smile you missed oh so much.

You watched the team warm up, every so often he would skate past you. He never noticed you but he felt eyes on him somewhere.

Throughout the game your eyes were glued on him, from the bench to the ice.

Your friends had noticed your attention had been divided throughout the evening.

“Hey Y/N you like what you see?” One of the boys, Ross jokes with you.

You smile softly “Um, no I actually know him”

They all gasp lowly “You bitch! I paid like $500 for all these tickets and you had an in the whole time?!”

“No, no we aren’t friends. Not anymore anyway” you explain. They don’t push, sensing your overall sadness in your words.

“Hey, look!” You were snapped out of your thoughts when Ross poked you and pointed to the jumbotron where you and him were on the kiss cam.

You shook your head mouthing ‘we aren’t together’ while Ross instead grabbed your face and kissed your dramatically, pulling away with a laugh “Gotta give the people what they want!”

You smiled and laughed along, completely unaware that Timo sat on the bench with his mouth dropped open and his heart broken.

After the game you’d hung around for the crowds to disappear, knowing how hectic it would be. As you and your friends began walking out your phone rang.

It was Jonas.

“Hallo?”

“You’re here…”

Butterflies filled your chest when you heard Timo on the other end of the phone. You instinctively turned to the ice, as if he was behind you and there you saw him standing by the benches holding the phone to his ear.

“What do want?”

“Come down here, please, I need to speak with you”

You grumble “Will your little girlfriend be there?”

He suppresses the smile that wants to erupt at your sheer and outright jealousy “Just come here? Bitte?”

It felt welcoming and warm to hear your home language, nobody in the city speaking it.

“Hey guys just drive back without me, I’ll catch a ride” you explain, making your way down the stairs to where you used to meet him in your past visits.

He was there waiting for you, anxiously tapping his foot until you appeared and he let the security guard know you were with him.

When you got past the groups of arena workers wrapping up and into a more secluded spot Timo took his opportunity to hug you, no words needed exchanged.

He held you, swaying from leg to leg “I missed you”

“T, you can’t do this anymore-“

“Can you listen? Please?” He pleads, pulling back to look at you “Whatever happened on the phone that was a misunderstanding!”

“Timo…” You mumbled, giving him the ‘I’m not stupid’ look.

“No, no Schatzi listen! I’m tired of this game we play! I can’t be 3945 miles away from you any longer, it is bad for my health to not have you by my side all the time- why are you smiling?”

Your smile grows as you say “You counted exactly how many miles is between your house in Jersey and my house in Herisau”

He looks at you as if what you said was ridiculous “of course I did, for the last two years I’ve wanted to close every single mile”

“What about the girl on the phone?”

“Our trainer, Lucy” he gestures towards the medical hallway before his hands land on your face, making you look at him

“You are my only girl”

You take a moment to drink those words in, words you’d waiting forever to hear. In those words all of the fights, the breakfasts in bed, the fancy dinners and the lazy nights in.

You were his girl.

“11 miles” You mumble and Timo frowns

“Huh?”

“It’s 11 miles from your house in jersey to my apartment in Manhattan”

A smile spreads onto his face and he dips down to kiss you, kissing you like he’d never done it before.

“I’m going to work on making that 11 miles 0” he mumbles once he pulls away.

“Oh yeah? How so” you smirk

“Me, You… my bed”

“I like the sound of that”

[mariacallous]

“We’ve seen arson, sabotage and more: dangerous actions conducted with increasing recklessness,” warned Ken McCallum, the head of MI5, Britain’s domestic security and counter-intelligence agency, of the threat posed by Russia and the GRU, its military-intelligence agency. “The GRU in particular is on a sustained mission to generate mayhem on British and European streets,” he said on October 8th. Other European intelligence agencies are equally concerned. On October 14th Bruno Kahl, Germany’s spy chief, said that Russia’s covert measures had reached a “level previously unseen”. Thomas Haldenwang, the head of Germany’s domestic intelligence services, told lawmakers that an act of sabotage had almost caused a plane to crash earlier this year as he warned that “aggressive behaviour” by Russian spies was putting lives at risk.

Russia’s war in Ukraine has been accompanied by a crescendo of aggression, subversion and meddling elsewhere. In particular, Russian sabotage in Europe has grown dramatically. “We see acts of sabotage happening in Europe now,” Vice-Admiral Nils Andreas Stensones, the head of the Norwegian Intelligence Service, said in September. Sir Richard Moore, the chief of MI6, Britain’s foreign-intelligence agency, put it more bluntly: “Russian intelligence services have gone a bit feral, frankly.”

The Kremlin’s men have squeezed the West out of several African states. Its hackers, Poland’s security services said, have tried to paralyse the country in the political, military, and economic spheres. Russia’s propagandists have pumped disinformation around the world. Its armed forces want to put a nuclear weapon in orbit. Russian foreign policy has long dabbled in chaos. Now it seems to aim at little else.

Start with the summer of sabotage. In April Germany arrested two German-Russian nationals on suspicion of plotting attacks on American military facilities and other targets on behalf of the GRU. The same month Poland arrested a man who was preparing to pass the GRU information on Rzeszow airport, a hub for arms to Ukraine, and Britain charged several men over an arson attack on a Ukrainian-owned logistics firm in London. The men were accused of aiding the Wagner Group, a mercenary outfit now under the GRU’s control. In June France arrested a Russian-Ukrainian who was wounded after attempting to make a bomb in his hotel room in Paris. In July it emerged that Russia had plotted to kill Armin Papperger, the boss of Rheinmetall, Germany’s largest arms firm. On September 9th air traffic at Stockholm’s Arlanda airport was shut down for more than two hours after drones were spotted over runways. “We suspect it was a deliberate act,” a police spokesperson said. American officials warn that Russian vessels are reconnoitring underwater cables.

Even where Russia has not resorted to violence, it has sought to stir the pot in other ways. The Baltic states have arrested a number of people for what they say are Russian-sponsored provocations. French intelligence officials claim that Russia was responsible for the appearance of coffins draped with the French flag and bearing the message “French soldiers of Ukraine” left at the Eiffel Tower in Paris in June. Many of these actions are aimed at fanning opposition to aid for Ukraine. But others are intended simply to widen splits in society of all kinds, even if these have little or no link to the war. France says that Russia was also behind the graffiti of 250 Stars of David on walls in Paris in November, an effort to fuel antisemitism, which has surged since the start of the Israel-Hamas conflict.

Much of Russia’s activity has been virtual. In April hackers with ties to the GRU seem to have manipulated control systems for water plants in America and Poland. In September America, Britain, Ukraine and several other countries published details of cyber-attacks by the GRU’s Unit 29155, a group that was previously known for assassinations in Europe, including a botched effort to poison Sergei Skripal, a former Russian intelligence officer. The GRU’s cyber efforts, which had been ongoing since at least 2020, were not just aimed at espionage, but also “reputational harm” by stealing and leaking information and “systematic sabotage” by destroying data, according to America and its allies.

Beyond Europe, GRU officers have been in Yemen alongside the Houthis, a rebel group that has attacked ships in the Red Sea, ostensibly in solidarity with Palestinians. Russia, angered by America’s provision of long-range missiles to Ukraine, came close to providing weapons to the group in July, CNN reported, but reversed course after strong opposition from Saudi Arabia. The fact that Vladimir Putin, Russia’s president, was willing to alienate Muhammad bin Salman, the kingdom’s de facto ruler whom he had courted for years, is an indication of how Russia’s war has cannibalised its wider foreign policy.

Everything everywhere

“What Putin is trying to do is hit us all over the place,” argues Fiona Hill, who previously served as the top Russia official in America’s National Security Council. She compares the strategy to the Oscar winning film: “Everything Everywhere All at Once”. In Africa, for instance, Russia has used mercenaries to supplant French and American influence in the aftermath of coups in Burkina Faso, Mali and Niger.

Russia’s meddling in America takes a very different form. In May Avril Haines, America’s director of national intelligence, called Russia “the most active foreign threat to our elections” above China or Iran. This was not merely about trying to shape America’s policy on Ukraine. “Moscow most likely views such operations as a means to tear down the United States as its perceived primary adversary,” she said, “enabling Russia to promote itself as a great power.” In July American intelligence agencies said that they were “beginning to see Russia target specific voter demographics, promote divisive narratives, and denigrate specific politicians”.

These efforts are generally crude and ineffectual. But they are prolific, intense and sometimes innovative. In September America’s Justice Department accused two employees of RT, a Kremlin-controlled media outlet that regularly spews out Russian talking points and lurid conspiracy theories, of paying $10m to an unnamed media company in Tennessee. The firm, thought to be Tenet Media, posted nearly 2,000 videos on TikTok, Instagram, X and YouTube. (Commentators paid by the company denied wrongdoing.) The department also seized 32 Kremlin-controlled internet domains designed to mimic legitimate news sites.

Russian propagandists are also experimenting with technology. CopyCop, a network of websites, took legitimate news articles and used ChatGPT, an AI model, to rewrite them. More than 90 French articles were modified with the prompt: “Please rewrite this article taking a conservative stance against the liberal policies of the Macron administration in favour of working-class French citizens.” Another rewritten piece included evidence of its instructions, saying: “This article…highlights the cynical tone towards the US government, NATO, and US politicians.”

Russian disinformation campaigns are hardly new, acknowledges Sergey Radchenko, a historian of Russian foreign policy, pointing to episodes such as the Tanaka memorandum, an alleged Soviet forgery that was used to discredit Japan in 1927. Nor are proxy wars or assassinations a novelty. Soviet troops were already fighting in Yemen, disguised as Egyptians, in the early 1960s, he notes. The KGB’s predecessors and successors have killed many people abroad, from Leon Trotsky to ex-spy Alexander Litvinenko.

The genuinely new part, says Mr Radchenko, “is that whereas previously special operations supported foreign policy, today special operations are foreign policy.” Ten years ago the Kremlin worked with America and Europe to counter Iran and North Korea’s nuclear programme. Such co-operation is now fanciful. “It is as if the Russians no longer feel they have a stake in preserving anything of the post-war international order,” says Mr Radchenko. This period reminds him more of Mao’s nihilistic foreign policy during China’s Cultural Revolution than the Soviet Union’s cold-war thinking, which included periods of pragmatism and caution. Ms Hill puts it another way: “It’s Trotsky over Lenin.”

Mr Putin embraces these ideas. “We are in for probably the most dangerous, unpredictable and at the same time most important decade since the end of World War II,” he said in late 2022. “To cite a classic,” he added, invoking an article by Vladimir Lenin in 1913, “this is a revolutionary situation.” That belief—that the post-war order is rotten and needs rewriting, by force if necessary—also gives Russia common cause with China. “Right now there are changes the likes of which we haven’t seen for 100 years,” Xi Jinping told Mr Putin last year in Moscow, “and we are the ones driving these changes together.”

Russia’s foreign-policy strategy, published in 2023, offers the bland reassurance that it “does not consider itself an enemy of the West…and has no ill intentions”. A classified addendum acquired by the Washington Post from a European intelligence service suggests otherwise. It proposes a comprehensive containment strategy against a “coalition of unfriendly countries” led by America. That includes an “offensive information campaign” among other actions in the “military-political, trade-economic and informational-psychological…spheres”. The ultimate aim, it notes, is “to weaken Russia’s opponents”.

This does not mean Russia is unstoppable. It is increasingly a junior partner to China. Its influence has slipped in some countries, such as Syria. It does not always back up its own proxies—dozens of Wagner fighters were killed in an ambush by Malian rebels, aided by Ukraine, in July. And Russian subversion can be disrupted, says Sir Richard, by “good old-fashioned security and intelligence work” to identify the intelligence officers and criminal proxies behind it. The fact that Russia is increasingly reliant on criminals to carry out these acts, in part because Russian spies have been expelled en masse from Europe, is a sign of desperation. “Russia’s use of proxies further reduces the professionalism of their operations, and—absent diplomatic immunity—increases our disruptive options,” says Mr McCallum.

Russian meddling is intended to put pressure on NATO without provoking a war. “We also have red lines,” says Ms Hill, “and Putin is trying to feel those out.” But if he is truly driven by a revolutionary spirit, convinced that the West is a rotten edifice, that suggests more lines will be crossed in the months and years ahead.

[fatehbaz]

They’ve built a “Great Wheel” on the Seattle waterfront [...].

The small timber village became a military outpost in the Puget Sound War [...], [and] soon evolved into a trade gateway, with timber tailings and other industrial trash from Henry Yesler’s mill used to fill in the marshlands [...], atop which migrant laborers raised tents and shanties [...] now working to feed raw materials into the furnaces of the Second Industrial Revolution burning in the East. [...] The first nationwide strike ripped across the country’s railways in 1877, but in Seattle the unrest took on a grim character, as thousands of unemployed white workers rioted against their Chinese counterparts [...]. Meanwhile, [...] local elites rebuilt [...] downtown [...] from scratch, hosting the tallest building on the West Coast alongside other new constructs [fueled] with money gleaned from the supply chains linking eastern capital to Alaskan gold. [...] Today the city - again rebuilt [...] - is seen as one of the primary beneficiaries of the “Fifth” Industrial Revolution in information technology, outshone only by California’s Silicon Valley. [...] The digital was increasingly thought of as somehow "immaterial," sustained by intellectual labor more than physical toil [...].

Silicon Valley myths of [...] "immaterial" labor disguise a more gruesome dynamic in which growing segments of the global labor force are being deprived even of the basic brutality of the wage, instead forced out into growing rings of slums, prisons, and global wastelands. [...]

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Perched alongside a downtown business corridor [...], Seattle's Great Wheel seems to peer out over [...] [the] prophesied “cooperative commons,” an infotech metropolis abutting the beauty of an evergreen arcadia. But travel below Seattle’s cluster of infotech industries and the image appears much the same as that of a hundred years prior - a trade gateway, squeezing value from supply chains by selling transport and logistical support. The southern stretch of the metropolis bears little resemblance to the revitalized urban core of the city proper. Instead of the “cognitive labor” of Microsoft, it is defined instead by the cold calculation of companies like UPS, founded in Seattle when the city was one link in a colonial supply chain built first for timber, then Alaskan gold, then World War. [...]

In south Seattle, this logistics empire takes the form of faceless warehouses, food processing facilities, container trucks, rail yards, and industrial parks concentrated between two seaports, an international airport, three major interstates, and railroads traveling in all directions. Meanwhile, the poor have been priced out of the old inner city, moving southward [...]. [T]hey can be found staffing the airport and the rail yards, hauling cargo in and out of two the major seaports, loading boxes in warehouses [...]. And, beyond them, the shadow stretches out to Washington’s rural hinterlands where migrant laborers staff a new boom in agriculture and raw materials [...] - and further still into America’s long-depressed interior, where the Great Wheel meets its opposite: Memphis, the FedEx logistics city, watched over by a great black pyramid [the infamous Bass Pro Shop pyramid]. [...]

Every Seattle is capable of creating an eco-friendly, “cooperative commonwealth” tended by apps and algorithms only insofar as there is a Memphis that can provide human workers to sort the packages, a Shanghai to build the containers that carry them, and a Shenzhen to solder together the circuits of the machines that govern it all.

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All text above by: Phil A. Neel. "The Great Wheel". Brooklyn Rail. April 2015. Published online at: brooklynrail.org/2015/04/field-notes/the-great-wheel. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Text within brackets added by me for clarity. Presented here for commentary, teaching, personal use, criticism purposes.]

[phazepheonix]

Conservation exhibition and travelling with mers

Dnap, sam and a few other mers become part of a traveling exhibition to raise awareness about littering and how it can affect the smaller mer species, especially colonies mers.

They meet new mers and want to say hi. It's a great way to study how mers from different colonies interact with eachother.

Sam is part of the exhibition too but he's there to raise awareness about the treatment of resident mers and how to report a facility a person may feel like the mers aren't being cared for properly

- How to report anonymously

- What some signs of mistreatment look like

Etc

George is not part of the exhibition unfortunately as it was determined his mental and physical state was too fragile to attempt, the higher ups organising the exhibition felt like being in a plane or on a boat would give his flashbacks. His full story is on the sanctuary's website with a qr code on a banner so his story can still get told even if he's not there.

Dnap and Jordan, who is escorting them from venue to venue, are treated to flying 1st class. They're in a slightly smaller tank for travel that can fit in a plane seat, but the mers really don't mind they spend a lot of the time sleeping.

Dnap enjoy the traveling too, saying hi to the ground workers at airports, the flight attendants and pilots coming to say hi before the plane they're on leaves, getting to see all the new and weird looking buildings and of cause the new mers they get to see.

Sam is a little nervous while travelling, he's too big to be on a normal plane so he's instead transported on a pressurised cargo plane that the handlers that are escorting him can fly on also. A lot of his anxiety come from not being able to see much even though he's fully informed on what's going to happen, he holds one of the handlers' hands for the duration of the flight.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Hello RTA! Could you explain what the red flags about Harry being a security risk are?

I don't have any sort of training in this, and I'm curious. How would the idiot party playboy Prince who is an avowed drug addict and a fantasist be considered as a source of reliable intelligence about his family? - this guy thinks there are penguins in the North Pole.

I'm more inclined to believe that the recent conspiracies over Catherine may have been encouraged by those who want to destabilize UK democracy - taking down William and Catherine would certainly cause some upheaval. But as I said, I have no training and this is just speculation. What do you think?

Well, you can't discount anything these days. The world changed a lot with COVID so there's a lot of upheaval everywhere.

To me, the attempted takedown of William and Kate reads a lot like bored people stirring shit up about boring people for entertainment. Because let's face it: compared to a lot of other worldwide famous people, William and Kate are probably two of the most boring and uninteresting people out there. They have complicated jobs but lead uncomplicated lives, which isn't the norm these days. Social media and the 24/7 news cycle has made us realize that most famous people are hiding complicated, messy lives and it's only a matter of time before it comes out. So when someone like Kate comes along - someone extraordinarily likeable and extraordinarily uncomplicated - it's so unthinkable that denizens of social media will do everything they can to break that person down to discover the skeletons in their closet. They do this to either a-tear them down off the pedestal society has placed them upon (e.g., "see? I always knew she was a bad person. I'm glad I didn't waste my time supporting him/her"), or b-feel better about themselves (e.g., "see? Even I know not to do that).

That's what I see happening to Kate. People can't handle that she's so ordinary and uncomplicated despite having this incredible life. They're accustomed to scandal and controversy and it's so bizarre to them that Kate's only mistake is that her skirt blew up at a windy airport and everyone saw her bum twice so when the photo edits were discovered, there was a wicked "see? I always knew she wasn't a very trustworthy person. What else has she lied about" gleefulness that perhaps she isn't so unlikeable after all.

But certainly bad actors or adversaries who want to shake things up are probably participating in the discourse about Kate. I don't think they want to shake up or destabilize UK democracy (and besides, even if they did, this is totally the wrong avenue - they need to disrupt the economy instead because all they've done is expose that Kate is happy staying at home with her family and not working so she really couldn't give a shit about the monarchy). I think it's more like they want to weaken her influence over culture, society, and the public...but the problem with that is who do they replace her with? The only options are Meghan, Charles, and Camilla, but they just don't galvanize public sentiment the way Kate (and her children) has.

Anyway, well, that's a tangent.

Let's get into the red flags and the security piece of your question. I submitted a couple of anons to another blog about this very topic a long time ago. I'll see if I can track that down later.

So some vocabulary first:

Insider threat: Someone with authorized access to or knowledge of an organization and its resources (which is everything from people to buildings/facilities to information to equipment and infrastructure).

Protected information: Information that you need authorized access to, which may or may not be classified and/or restricted.

Bad actor: Someone (a person, a group, a country) who purposefully engages in harmful behavior against another (person, group, country, region, etc.)

Adversary: An enemy

Bad actors and adversaries are often used interchangeably but this isn't correct. They're distinctly separate. A bad actor isn't always an adversary.

Harmful behavior is a huge wide range of things from the unethical and immoral to criminal and illegal. On one side of the spectrum is stuff that's pretty innocuous, like not telling a colleague a meeting was moved so you can take exclusive credit for work. On the other side of the spectrum is more serious stuff like espionage and terrorism.

When we consider whether someone is a security risk, we're looking at a) their predisposition to engage in harmful behavior and b) their predisposition to be exploited by a bad actor or an adversary. To do that we assess what indicators or stressors (aka "red flags") they have. The more indicators your profile flags, the higher your potential security risk. The higher your potential security risk, the more scrutiny you're under.

And do note that having indiciators doesn't mean you're a threat. It just means you're watched a little more closely so your patterns are better understood and once your patterns/habits are known, then someone can decide what your actual security risk is. But just as equally, not having indicators doesn't mean you're not a risk or that you aren't a threat. So it's a negotiable spectrum that changes constantly from day to day.

There are six categories of indicators: personal, background/history, behavior, technical, environment, and violence.

I'm going to list examples of them all. I'll put a 🚩 next to the ones I see in Harry and a ❌ next to the ones I see in Meghan.

Personal Indicators - Items that reflect on events currently impacting the person. There are two subtypes: personal and professional/work-related.

Serious physical, emotional, or mental health concerns 🚩 ❌

Financial need 🚩 ❌

Address change/move 🚩 ❌

Death in the family or a close friend 🚩

Addiction - Drugs, alcohol, gambling, sex, etc. 🚩 ❌

Criticism from partners, friends, work 🚩 ❌

Interpersonal relationship issues (e.g. a break-up, divorce)

Unmet expectations relating to role, responsibility, recognition, or compensation 🚩 ❌

Legal problems (e.g. bankruptcy, traffic tickets, lawsuits)

Demotion or failure to achieve anticipated advancement at work 🚩 ❌

Loss of seniority or status at work 🚩 ❌

Conflicts with coworkers/bosses, including complaints/criticism and bad performance reviews 🚩 ❌

Transfers/relocation

Termination, including end of contract 🚩 ❌

Background Indicators - Events that happen before an individual is hired or prior to gaining access. Not things that are easily known, typically pop up in a background check.

Involvement with individuals or groups opposing core beliefs or values of the organization

Engagement in activities representing a conflict of interest with the organization ❌

Addiction 🚩 ❌

Short-term employments

History of emotional or mental health concerns 🚩 ❌

Spending exceeds income 🚩 ❌

Criminal record

Concerning business relationships 🚩 ❌

Social or professional network concerns 🚩 ❌

Behavioral Indicators - Events reflecting patterns of activities based on how the individual interacts with others, including technology.

Unwillingness to comply with established rules, procedures, or organizational policies 🚩 ❌

Observable resentment with plans of retribution 🚩 ❌

Excessive or unexplained use of data copy equipment

Making unapproved contacts with competitors or business partners 🚩 ❌

Discussions of new opportunities or of resigning from current position 🚩 ❌

Excessive overtime work or working odd or late hours without reason or authorization

Bringing personal equipment into high security areas 🚩 ❌

Carelessness or impulsiveness 🚩 ❌

Inappropriate statements, jokes, or bragging 🚩

Poor social interaction or social withdrawal 🚩

Disgruntlement towards peers due to perceived injustice 🚩 ❌

Increasingly erratic, unsafe, or aggressive behaviors 🚩❌

Repeated breaches of rules, procedures, or organizational policies 🚩 ❌

Litigiousness 🚩❌

Exploitable behavior (including gambling, sexual misconduct, substance abuse, etc.) 🚩 ❌

Excessive volunteering that elevates access to sensitive systems, networks, facilities, people, or data 🚩

Financial difficulties or unexplained financial gains 🚩 ❌

Taking multiple, short unexplained trips outside the US

Efforts to conceal foreign travel and contacts

Technical Indicators - Those that require IT systems and tools to detect.

Direct correspondence with competitors ❌🚩

Email messages with abornomally large attachments or amounts of data

DNS queries associated with Dark Web activities

Use of activity masking tools (e.g. VPN or TOR)

Executing offensive tools

Executing malware

Connecting unauthorized devices to networks

Downloading or installing prohibited software

Unexpected activity otuside of normal working hours

Attempts to bypass or disable security controls

Unauthorized attempts to escalate permissions or privileges without need to know 🚩❌

Attempting to print or copy protected or restricted documents (including photographs)

Abnormally large number of software or operating system errors

Attaching an unidentified device to a workstation

Maintaining access to sensitive data after termination notice

Different users attempting to log in from the same device or workstation

Lack of log messages or monitoring data

Unauthorized modification of centrally stored files

Copying large numbers of documents to a local drive

Authentication failures or failed login attempts

Unauthorized database content changes

Irresponsible social media habits ❌

Attempts to access resources not associated with the individual's role

User accounts used from multiple devices

Multiple accounts identified for a single user ❌

Triggering of key words or phrases in emails, text messages, or phone calls

Lack of controls to prevent unauthorized modification of critical data

Use of excessive access privilege

Compromised passwords

Failure to protect critical files

Violation of need-to-know policies

Unauthorized data download

Organizational/Environmental Indicators - Factors within an individual's organization or environment that can be used to create motivation or justification

High stress environment 🚩 ❌

Lack of candor or transparency 🚩 ❌

Tolerance of poor performance

Toxic leadership 🚩 ❌

Inconsistent enforcement of policy 🚩 ❌

Inaction following notification of grievance, threat, or increased risk 🚩 ❌

Overly aggressive reaction following notification of threat 🚩 ❌

Inappropriate disciplinary action

Bureaucratic compartmentalization of information

Lack of understanding or awareness regarding threat risk 🚩 ❌

Pattern of ovework

Lack of appreciation for employees/members 🚩 ❌

Hightened financial uncertainty 🚩 ❌

Apparent indifference to complaints of harrassment or discrimination 🚩 ❌

Undertrained staff

Violence Indicators - Specific behaviors or collections of behaviors to instill fear or concern of physical harm to others. Three subtypes - violence, domestic abuse, and terrorism, bias, hate crimes.

Intimidation 🚩 ❌

Stalking

Emotional abuse 🚩 ❌

Domestic violence

Expressions of hatred or prejudice 🚩

Harassment or bullying 🚩 ❌

Excessive use of alcohol or drugs 🚩 ❌

Unexplained absenteeism

Change in behavior 🚩

Statements indicating desperation or suicidal thoughts 🚩 ❌

Resistance to change, persistent complaining about unfair treatment 🚩 ❌

Decline in job performance

Paranoia 🚩

Violation of company policies 🚩 ❌

Emotional responses to criticism (e.g., mood swings) 🚩

Threats of homicide/suicide

Personality changes 🚩

Constantly checking in with partners

Never having money

Overly worried about pleasing partners

Uncharacteristic absenteeism or lateness

Poor concentration

Signs of emotional distress 🚩

Expressing bias or hatred towards a race, religion, disability, sexual orientation, gender, or disability 🚩

Browsing extremist websites

Expressing hatered or intolerance of US society or culture

Advocating violence for a political, religious, or ideological cause

Monitoring or recording security equipment, movement, or responses

Engaging in deception or concealment. 🚩 ❌

So as you can see, Harry (and Meghan) have red flags all over the place. That makes them a legitimate security risk for the UK and the BRF. All a bad actor or an adversary has to do is flatter their egos and give them money, and the Sussexes will roll over. It's happened so many times already - with Spare, with the Netflix docuseries, with Meghan's interviews and her podcast. And let's not forget Finding Freedom, where Meghan and Scobie literally printed directions on how to find the royal vaults!

And because it's very obvious Charles wants Harry back - Harry keeps coming back for events and there's all these trial balloons from BP/CH and Montecito - it would be very easy for someone to gain control of Harry and hold him hostage against Charles and the BRF. All someone has to do is say "Harry, you've been selected to receive the inaugural Princess Diana Humanitarian Award for Superior Excellence. It comes with a $4 million USD cash prize but you have to come to Bosnia and do a landmine event to claim it." Then Harry goes to Bosnia, they get him drunker than sin and higher than God, he passes out wherever, and they Weekend-at-Bernie's him to Russia, where he's held in the gulag, escalating their blackmail demands until Charles is broker than a busted doorknob.

Farfetched? Sure. But still possible, which means it's a valid risk they need to consider.

And when we assess risk, we look at the probability of such an event happening and the consequence of the event happening on a scale from 1 to 5 where a 1 in probability means not likely to happen or a 1 in consequence is little to no damage or impact and a 5 in probability means most certainly going to happen and a 5 in consequence means significant damage/destruction, including significant loss of life or millions and millions of dollars to fix/repair/rebuild.

So the probability of Harry getting kidnapped and held hostage in Russia is 1. It's pretty low, not likely going to happen. But the impact, or consequence, of Harry getting kidnapped and held hostage in Russia is a 5. Meaning there will be a loss of life (such as war or perhaps a CIA-like exfiltration that goes wrong or perhaps Harry getting sacrificed) or a LOT of money being paid to guarantee his safety.

But Harry doesn't even have to get kidnapped by the Russians. He just has to be so disgruntled and so pissed off about how the BRF and the UK treats him that he can leverage what he knows against Charles or William to get what he wants. Which is, by the way, exactly what's happening. Harry is so pissed off that he's devolved to ultimatums: "Give me X or you won't see my children." "Give me X or I'll tell everyone about the time you Y." Which, depending on who your neighborhood tarot reader is, is what people are saying is happening in the background: Harry is using his insider knowledge and/or access to cause harm to Charles and the monarchy to gain advantage over William or the public.

That's why Harry's still on the website. That's why he still has the titles. That's why the US is dragging its feet on the visa lawsuit. Because whether he (or we) realize it or not, there's protection around Harry that's working to keep him safe from extremist threats like this because to threaten - or activate - Harry is more dangerous to UK stability and UK democracy than social media activists declaring that the Waleses are divorcing.

Well, that took a wild ride.

Anyway, I hope it's helpful, anon. If you'd like to learn more about this kind of stuff, check out some of the free DOD-supported online training courses here. These are pretty similar to the annual training requirements I have to do for work so they should give you a good background on red flags and insider threats to help better see the threats and risks that Harry poses to the UK.

Also, just a real quick thing. Risk and threat don't always mean the same thing. Risk measures potential loss. Threat measures potential harm. Sometimes they're used to mean risk = potential and threat = actualized but not in the security world.

[kippykasey]

Old Defiance Jr High School (Dakota Laden x Reader)

This was a request by @coralineyouareinterribledanger

Summary: Reader joins the Destination Fear team on the investigation at Old Defiance Jr High School.

Pairing: Dakota Laden x Reader

Word Count: 5192

Trigger Warning: discriptions of a panic attack at the end

Authors Note: Took a while but here it is! As Destination Fear has rebranded for their switch over to youtube as Project Fear if you aren't aware. If an investigation happened on the Destination Fear show I will be using that but as soon as I switch to any Project Fear era stories that title will be used. Hope that explains anything!

Destination Project Fear Masterlist | Masterlist

A little hinty-poo. That is all the team had asked for and Dakota had supplied.

“Truthfully, we’ve never been to a facility like this.”

The guesses came in with Chelsea thinking it was a church, Alex thinking a bar, and Tanner didn’t even offer a guess before Dakota went on.

“I’ll just tell you guys, honestly–”

Tanner interrupts, “What? Hold on!”

“Oh my god!” Alex comments as Tanner practically shouts over him, “This is a first! This is a first ever!”

Chelsea even looked a bit shocked at her brother’s willingness to give up information about a location. “Okay. Do it!”

“Yeah,” Dakota glanced between the three before he gave them the location hint. “We are going to a haunted school.”

Chelsea instantly broke out in a wail of protest at the thought of returning to a school. “Why are you so upset?” Dak questions’s his sister, directing his camera at her looking at her through the small LCD screen.

“I spent so much on my life at school!” She complained leaning her head back against the window.

Kota grinned, “You really just got done like a year ago.”

“I’m more scared of, like, my memories of school, than I am of an abandoned school.” Alex admits.

Chels points to her brother, “Remember when you got a B in film class?” She teased.

“Shut up!” Dak says as they all laughed. “My high school consisted of me being a nerdy film boy.”

“I always got, ‘Too Talkative’ on my report card.” Tanner admits. “ ‘Distracts others’.”

“Do you guys know who you're sitting with right now?” Chels grins pointing to herself.

“Chelsea was the homecoming queen,” Dakota explained for the camera.

“The presence of royalty!” Alex jokes, faking a bow from his seat next to Dakota. He sits up and glances at Dak before mentioning about his days in high school, “I was pretty much just in the dean’s office.” Tanner chuckled at his friend.

“So you're saying you guys were trouble makers and I was the goody two-shoes?” Chelsea looked at the three guys around her, “And now look at us, we’re all in the same place in life.”

“Yeah, just goes to show you don’t need to try that hard.” Tanner jokes.

“Unless you're Dak, keeping your high school sweetheart.” Alex leans over to nudge Dakota.

Chelsea gasps and looks at her brother. “That’s right you and (Y/N) have been together since high school! Ugh I wish she were here she would have such good embarrassing stories about you.”

Dakota grinned to himself and nodded. “Don’t worry you’ll see her soon.”

The RV stopped and I stood up from the black bench that I sat on waiting for this exact moment. It took a few moment before the door opened and my high school sweetheart and current boyfriend, Dakota Laden stepped down with a grin on his face as he shot the camera at me and waved a hand. I waved back the sleeve of his my sweater fell slightly so it no longer covered part of my hand. He turned around and helped his blindfolded friends and sister from the RV. I covered my mouth to prevent from laughing as the four made a train to walk over. As he parted from them, letting them sit on the bench I previously occupied he came to my side and silently kissed my temple in greeting. After that I went onto the RV with my bag for the night to wait for my que to come out. The production member who had picked me up from the airport had told me about the mystery box that Dakota had set up, in fact I had helped set up the table and box for the event. Now I sat in the passenger side front seat holding a camera that I was given with a tape label over the handle that read my name, given that would be the camera I used for my visit.

I got to observe Chelsea, and Chelsea alone got up behind the box. The first mystery animal was a hedgehog, well four or them. The next was an armadillo, which is such a strange looking animal. The last was a snake. As a handler came to remove the snake Dakota placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder, he glanced to the RV at the same time a crew member opened the door and waved me over.

As I stepped down, out of the RV I could hear Dakota, “Okay but on a brighter note I do have one last surprise for you all. We will not be alone tonight because I have convinced a very special person to join us for her first ever investigation. (Y/N).” As Dakota turned towards me the other three turned as well, their faces lighting up. I waved with a grin as I pointed my camera at them to help capture their reactions to seeing me. They all ran over to greet me and it wasn’t long until rain interrupted us and chased us all back onto the RV to travel the rest of the way to the location, which I only knew to be a high school.

🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆

“So, right now we are going to park and read the packet. To make it clear, (Y/n), you have no idea where we are going correct?” Dakota explains his camera panning over to where I sat next to Chelsea.

I look up from the LCD screen on the camera sitting on the table aimed at Tanner and Alex to face him. “I was told it’s a high school? Which is creepy by the way.” I tried to smile at him but it didn’t quite get past the nerves already brewing from the anxiety of my first investigation.

“Don’t worry little duck, we’ve got your back.” Tanner reached over patting my head which I quickly laughed at and pushed his arm away.

We all got out of the RV and entered this fancy park gazebo area with a fireplace. Alex sat off to the end getting the long shot of the table we sat at, Tanner and Chelsea on one side across from Dakota and myself. A light setup above shined down giving us enough light to read in.

“Alright. I know you guys already know that it’s at a school.” Dakota began glancing between all of us the packet him his hand. “But , trust me, this is going to be a very bizarre one for us.”

Tanner took the packet and opened it up for him and Chelsea to read the front page, the location of the next investigation, “Old Defiance Junior High School.”

“Positioned directly between two winding rivers in Northwestern Ohio can be found the imposing facade of former Defiance Junior High School.” Chelsea read from the packet. “Standing for over a hundred years this three story building shaped the lives of thousands of students. But the school was not the first structure to be built on this land.”

Chelsea passed the packet and flashlight for easier read over to Tanner who took over reading. “In the mid-eighteen hundreds, the town established a high school. The institution operated without incident until 1891, when a scandal shook the town of Defiance to its core. Janitor John Mall was a hardened man who was arrested for helping a teacher bring a 12-year-old student down to the school’s basement. Mall held him tight as the teacher whipped the boy mercilessly, drawing blood.”

I couldn’t stop the look of disgust and scrunch of discomfort in my shoulders at the mentioned incident. Dakota took hold of my hand, running a thumb across my knuckles to soothe my discomfort. “It’s horrible. That poor child.” I muttered.

“That’s disgusting.” Tanner comments looking over to us. He took a deep breath before lowering his head to read on. “The two were turned in to the police by the school’s superintendent. Mall was so angered by the arrest that he launched a complaint of his own against the superintendent. After a lengthy investigation, Butler and the teachers in question were cleared of all accusations. But that did not stop the fall out for janitor Mall.”

Tanner went on to read how Mall was found bludgeoned to death, lying on the railroad tracks with his legs amputated. The railroad tracks in question are no more than 100 yards behind the school. Some believe that he was placed there against his will. The most scandalous things to ever happen in Defiance with no answer as to who did it.

“The truth about what happened that fateful night out by the tracks, is still unknown to this day.” Chelsea reads and looks up.

“Now that is a very bizarre story.” Alex comments and Dak looks at him and agrees.

“Sounds like there’s a lot of sketchy things happening within the walls of this school.” Chels concludes as she turns a page to read more. “Unfortunately, the tragedy at the high school did not end there. In 1902, two young football stars collided head-first on the field. Due to the poor protection of their leather helmets, both boys were badly injured. The boy from the rival school suffered from a fractured skull over his eye and died from his injuries. In 1918, a modernized building was created on top of the same foundation, but the new building did not keep misfortune from its doors. In 1921, the class valedictorian drowned while swimming in nearby Powell Lake. And just eight years later a junior drowned in the nearby river when he fell off his raft.”

Tanner adjusted his hat before he took over the next part of the packet read. Since its shut down in 2018,” - “That wasn’t that long ago” I muttered lowly not wanting to interrupt.- “There have been very few individuals who have dared to venture inside the building. But the few who have strongly believe that there are many spirits that chose to remain long after the final bell tolls. The most active areas include the second floor, home to many different classrooms and the library. And there are numerous shadow figures that dart in and out of classrooms.”

Dakota took the packet next to read. His hand left mine as he took hold of the packet. “The gym, a separate building accessed through the basement..”

“Yeah really creepy dude thanks for bringing us to this place. I’m sure your girlfriend just loves the sound of this place.” Alex sarcastically says, making me nod.

“This place sounds awful. Shadow figures pulling you out of rooms, creepy basements connecting buildings.” I add on as I take the packet from Dak. I licked my lips before I began to read from where he left off. “The third floor, home to classrooms and the study hall. Loud tapping and lockers slamming shut have been heard. The area with the most intense energy is room 312. EVPs of a woman urgently screaming, ‘Get out!’ have been captured, as well as references to fire and burning. The basement, this is where janitor Mall brought a student down to be punished. Mall is a very angry, hostile entity and becomes increasingly agitated when asked about his death.” I look up to the group, “Let’s not do that then, shall we?”

“Screw that!” Chelsea objects.

“We’re going to deal with something that wants to hurt us?” Tanner asks, looking right at Dakota.

“We’ve never really dealt with any sort of spirit like this before.” Dakota explains. “Whoever ends up sleeping alone in that basement is screwed.

I huff running a hand through my hair feeling a spike in anxiety for what this investigation might bring.

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“Class is now in session.” Alex announces as the RV parked out front of the huge high school.

The five of us got out of the RV with our cameras and a flashlight. Dakota walked in the lead to open the door for the rest of us, I stayed right behind him, as the other three commented on the size of the school we were about to spend the night in.

“Welcome to school!” Dak announces as he opens the doors.

Chelsea and I entered first with Tanner right behind us. He looked around at the hallway we had entered into. “This is so weird. All the desks, lockers, papers are still everywhere.”

“Definitely has the creep factor.”

A loud slam behind us caused me to yelp and spin around. “Alex!” Dakota called out his friend who had a small smile on his face. “Just a little test to see if we’re on edge.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Well I think it’s safe to say we’re on edge.”

With our first look done we set up the gear room on the first floor. From the first floor we headed down into the basement. Dakota once again took the lead but this time I stayed more in the middle with the Laden siblings in front of me with Tanner and Alex behind me. The first look at the basement was unsettling.

“The basement is where Janitor Moll lived and where he, reportedly, abused a student down here.” Dakota reminded as we stopped walking. Everyone was looking around. “When asked, ‘How did your die?’ Someone got the response, ‘I’ll show you.’” On my left, in one of the entrance ways I thought I seen a tall dark figure. Turning my camera towards where I was looking the dark figure was gone and it seemed simply to be possibly Alex’s shadow. I turned back to Dakota as he pulled a device out of his pocket. “I’m gonna have the ovilus on the entire time we’re down here. If janitor Moll is down here he will be able to choose one word at a time and talk to us.” He turns to his sister, “All right Chels, you wanna hold the ovilus while we’re down here?” He passes the devise over and I leaned over towards Chelsea to get a look at the devise now in her hand.

As a group we walked farther into the basement in the direction of the possible shadow figure I had seen earlier. Alex behind me muttered about how creepy the basement was and Dakota prompted for Moll to talk to us using the ovilus. With no response Chelsea directed Kota to lead us to the area where the janitor would have stayed. The room was a bit of a mess but the inspection lead to discovering a crawl space. The moment someone pointed out the crawl space the electronic voice of the ovilus spoke for the first time, “Here.”

“What?” Dakota turned towards Chelsea. She confirmed that the ovilus said ‘here’.

“A lot of people think you’re a bad man. Is there anything you’d like to say?” Tanner comments, my attention was still drawn to the crawl space, this time with my camera facing the same area.

It was silent as they waited for a possible answer. When there wasn’t one Dakota asked another question, “Where you actually as bad as people say? Or was the superintendent trying to frame you?”

Again nothing.

“Who killed you?”

That question got an answer. “Teacher.” The ovilus had answered.

The main four shared their excitement and shock of the answer. “That paints a different picture in my head of what went down.” Dakota admits.

“I don’t think I have ever heard ‘teacher’ come out of the ovilus.” Al comments.

“I have a gut feeling that the janitor knew something that someone didn’t want him to know.” Chelsea says.

“Maybe he did see too much. Maybe he did know too much.” Dak agreed.

“Yeah there is two sides to every story.” I nod turning to face them. “Maybe the janitor wasn’t the bad guy in the first place.” Chelsea adds.

Dakota restates the question if a teacher did this to the entity they were talking with. Although it wasn’t the ovilus that answered. Instead there was a loud thud that came from another room. Alex, being the closest to the doorway quickly went to look. He turned to look at us from over his shoulder, “Dude, I think that came from up the stairs.”

“Let’s go over there.” Dak instructs setting the team into movement heading to investigate the thud we all heard.

Entering the room where the stairs are off of we looked around. Dakota asked for another noise. It was quiet for a few seconds before another thud was heard. This time Tanner stepped into the hall shining his flashlight up the stairs. “That came from upstairs.”

“That sounded like a locker slamming.” Tanner says almost uncertain.

“That did sound like a locker!” Dakota and Alex agreed.

The group went back up stairs and entered the gear room. From there Tanner went over and slammed a locker shut to have a noise to compare what we heard to. It was pretty much confirmed that the noise was from the lockers weather it was slammed or banged on it was definitely from the lockers near the stairwell.

“I just don’t like the fact that it lead us out of the basement.” Tanner comments and I quickly look over to him. “I totally agree.” Tanner nods glancing over at me, “Like, after we were getting some good responses.”

“I mean, it’s said that he doesn’t like to talk about his death.” Alex reminds us softly.

“Or we were getting such good answers that something else didn’t want us hearing them.” Chelsea counters.

“Janitor Moll, was that you up here? Or was that something else, someone else?” Dakota prompts in a louder tone than what we had been talking among our self in.

No answer.

“Were you trying to lead us out of the basement?” Al asked.

The ovilus spoke. Return.

“Like go back down to the basement?” Chelsea questions.

“Why would it lead us back up only to go back down?” Tanner was confused.

As we stood there trying to understand what was happening another jingle like noise could be heard. “Is that coming from the basement?” Dakota asks.

Alex walked over to the top of the stairs and Tanner followed, as did I. As the three of us stood at the top of the stairs listening we once again heard the jingling sound.

“What is that?” Dak wrapped an arm around me as he leaned forward. “It was like metal.”

I let out a soft gasp. “Like keys!”

Once again we descended the stairs into the basement. “I think (Y/n) was right, it sounded like keys.” Chelsea agreed her camera pointed at me. Dakota also agreeing. Tanner even pointing out how a janitor carries a ring of keys.

As we confirm that activity keeps happening where we aren’t Dakota decides to set up a static camera in the basement, first floor, and third floor with a REM pod in front of each camera. With those ‘traps’ set up we walked up to the second floor to continue our investigation.

The second floor was just a creepy as the first. Chairs and desks lined against the lockers in the hallways, books and paper littered around. Stopping about halfway down the hallway once again Dakota lead the charge on trying to make contact. With no answer we enter one of the classrooms. The guys commenting on how untouched everything looks for a school that has been abandoned since 2018. With art still hanging on the wall, piles of books, all the chairs and desks still around.

It wasn’t long before we moved up to the third floor. The floor looked just as abandoned as the previous floors but with less desks and chairs in the hall. Yet is was still so easy to picture the halls still in use teenagers loitering around lockers, rushing to an from classes, lockers jamming or being slammed shut- a noise they may have already heard. Chelsea even commented on it, “You can just imagine all these halls packed with students.” It was something we could all agree with as we strolled down the hallway.

A REM pod was set up as we settled on a spot in the hall. Dakota opened up the line of communication. Alex was stood a bit farther back to get a wide shot of the group, always the camera man. I was somewhere between Alex and Dakota against the locker deciding to film behind Alex since it wasn’t being caught by the other three.

If only we knew the evidence being caught in the basement at that same moment. Buzzing. Running water. The light turning on by itself. All while we were floors above and no one else was in the building.. living that is.

With a seemingly uneventful third floor hallway investigation we headed into room 312, which is said to be where most the paranormal activity is centered around. Everyone seemed to enter the last room on the left, I ended up staying in the doorway, my back to the hallway.

“What exactly happens here?” Alex inquired to document the claims for their footage.

Dakota began to list that people have received EVPs saying ‘Get out’. Or EVPs relating to fire and burning that didn’t quite make sense. Chelsea pulled out the Ovilus by request of her younger brother. As she turned the device on I turned with my camera to peer down the dark hallway towards the stairs feeling uneasy, like someone was watching me. With multiple unanswered questions Dakota asked if the spirit would rather go into the hallway, behind me, where the REM pod was still set up and use that instead.

“If that REM pod goes off I’m getting out of this doorway,” I joked although very serious.

A REM pod did go off but it also happened to be down in the basement. Continuing to beep as the guys ask for a sign of activity. Including when Dakota asked for a sign to leave, but we wouldn’t know.

The ovilus finally went off drawing our attention to the devise. Chelsea looked down at the screen and repeated the word that it had said, “Observe.”

Dakota once again asked if the spirit could interact with the REM pod in the hall but the ovilus spoke. “Rewind.” I gasped softly. To look through all the floors worth of footage would take a long time. Something we wouldn’t be able to do until after the trip.

The group left the third floor, collecting all the equipment, before preparing to split up to sleep alone. It was when Dakota and Alex went to retrieve the basement camera and REM pod that they notice that the light was on. Dakota called for the rest of us. We all traveled down to the basement together to investigate the light being on.

“All of the lights are on down here,” Dakota mentions as he looked around the basement. He looked to the camera and seen the blinking red light signifying that it was still recording. “The camera is still on so we should have caught it on camera.”

Alex went over to the camera to verify that it indeed was still recording as we all fully entered the lightened up basement. Dakota admitted to not even knowing how to turn the lights on and we looked for a light switch. The group tried 3 different switches before finding the fourth, at the top of some utility stares that Tanner tried and successfully returned the basement to darkness. The bad news with the location was that the camera was pointed in the opposite direction and wouldn’t have been able to capture anything on the stairs that would flip the switch.

I feel bad for whoever has to sleep down here.” Dakota comments before we returned to the gear room to decide where everyone is sleeping for the night.

The four scary locations chosen were;

The gym, which we didn’t investigate and was a building all on its own.

The third floor.

The second floor.

And probably the worst being the basement.

Tanner wrote the four locations on paper for the random draw. Tanner drew the second floor. Dakota had me choose for the two of us. Sadly my luck was not there as I pulled out the basement. Alex pulled the gym leaving Chelsea with the third floor. With the locations selected we headed to our sleeping arrangements. Dakota and I headed down to the basement. Dakota set up the cot for me and him to some how share but he also had a sleeping bag just incase.

“How are you doing with all of this so far?” He asked in a soft voice as we both sat down on the cot.

“Good I think. I mean I have this constant feeling like someone is watching me and I have since we were on the third floor but I think its just nerves.” I admitted pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

“Well you’re doing great for your first investigation.” Dak leaned over and kissed my forehead before he pulled and pulled out two masks. Due to the condition of the basement we agreed that masks would be best for our health.

My restlessness lead to me sitting on the floor in front of Dakota and the cot. But still in frame of the set up cameras. My eyes were starting to play tricks on me, or so I thought, as a dark shadow would appear behind Dak occasionally but by the time I had blinked a few times it was gone, so I never mentioned it to my boyfriend.

“I’m really, really regretting taking away everyone’s flashlights.” Dakota admits before getting up and showing the darkness of the room by turning off the night vision. “Ow Dak!” I mumbled feeling something tug at my hair, thinking it was the zipper of his jacket getting caught in the dark. “Sorry, (Y/n).” Dakota quickly turned the night vision back on and sat back on the cot, making it creek.

“Janitor Moll, if you can hear me, in the nicest way possible, I really don’t wanna see you or hear you.

Dak and I made small conversation to pass the time, or pointing out possible noises both too nervous to sleep. I had stood and was now walking with one of the cameras so I didn’t walk into anything. “We’ve been down here for a while now. And it sucks.” Dakota spoke to the camera. “We keep feeling like we’re hearing things. In all directions. (Y/n) is somewhere behind me actually looking for anything.”

With nothing seen I went back to the cot to join Dak. Resting my head on his shoulder I closed my eyes. That was until we both jumped hearing the jingling, the same kind as earlier in the night. We both were not standing facing the direction the jingling had come from. Dak quickly moved for the camera. “Oh my god, I just heard keys!” He spoke to the camera about the jingling being the same as earlier but louder, do to the closer location.

“Hello?” Dak called out. He left my side to walk around the room we were in to investigate but I stayed near the cot. “That was keys right?” He asked.

“Uh huh. Clear as day.” I replied nodding my heart racing in my chest.

“Something is down here and I don’t like it. It came from close to this door or over here.” Dak was still looking around with the camera, no where near me when I heard a breathy sound next to me.

“Dak?” I called unsure of how far away he was to me.

“Yeah?” He replied sounding father away than the breath was.

“Something just breathed in my ear.” I bit my lip hesitating to look in the direction of the breath. I could hear Dakota’s hurried footsteps as he made his way back over to me. “There’s nothing there.” Dak tells me.

I let out a small nervous laugh. “Is..is now a good time to tell you I think I’ve been seeing something in the darkness?” I look up at him barely making out his face in the darkness. Dak took that seriously and instantly talked about getting out of there. As we went to leave I heard a loud knock right behind me causing me to let out a short panicked scream and grab onto Dakota’s jacket. I turned behind me to see a tall looming shadow causing me to stumble into Dakota’s back making him stumble as well. He was able to catch himself and quickly turn around.

Even in the darkness I could tell my peripheral vision was blurring as my breath quickened, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Dakota called my names sounding miles away. His arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders urging, leading me up the stairs out of the basement.

“Yo!” Dakota called as we entered the gear room his voice sounding as if I was stuck underwater.

Someone replied but I couldn’t hear it over the heartbeat in my ears. My hands felt numb as I gripped onto Dakota’s jacket.

“We’re done!” His voice was so far away as he tried to unfold my hands from his jacket. “Breathe, sweetheart.” As strangled, gasp was choked in and seemed to burn as it forced itself passed the lump that formed in my throat.

“Dude I am so done! (Y/n) having a panic attack.” His voice sounded crisper. He kneeled to the ground in front of me cupping my face.

“Sweetheart look at me, focus to my voice okay?”

My eyes blinked a few times before focusing on his face.

“Can you list five things you see?”

I licked my lips and looked around. “Camera. Desk. Chair. Books. You.”

“Good. Four things you can touch.”

“Notebook. Locker. My jacket. My watch.” I slowly acknowledged the notebook by my foot. The locker behind the chair that my head would occasionally touch. The jacket that felt too warm at the moment. And the watch that vibrated with the reminder to drink water.

Dakota smiled at me. “Three things you can hear?”

“Tanner and Chelsea in the hall. Alex over a walkie. My heart beat.” My breathing had calmed considerably and it no longer felt like a struggle.

“Two things you can smell.”

“Your body spray. Musty books.”

“Very good. And one thing you can taste?”

My brows furrowed at that one. I didn’t really taste anything at the moment. “I think there is a bit of strawberry left from my chap stick.”

Dakota let out a soft laugh as his thumb brushed over my cheek.

“That counts. Are you okay?”

“As long as we leave, sure.”

“I can take her outside while you guys pack up.” Chelsea offered softly as she stepped up next to her brother.

Dakota looked between her and his sister before nodding. “Get her some water too please.”

“I got it.” Tanner spoke up and passed the water bottle forward.

Dak helped me stand and kissed my head. “I’ll be out in a bit. I promise. It’s okay.”

[sugolara]

Izuku: I'd always thought there be more time

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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The day the outbreak started

Near a popular private school that held thousands of students was a dorm. A few members of Class 3-A, with terrified faces, shook as the news was being received. It came as an emergency broadcast and even the news reporters were scared as their voice trembled, but maintaining professional, "We were just informed that all is expected to be quarantined. A virus had seeped through one of the facilities and they are urging people to keep all doors locked and stay hidden. If you happen to run into someone who is acting strangely do not approach. Do not make contact. May everyone keep safe and hope to see eachother again."

They were then left in the dark as all signal and electricity had vanished. The only light was the sun that peeked through the tall windows, but that didn't help the few students as it frightened them even more. None of them could think this was real. They were only days from graduating and pursuing their careers, so how could the world do this to them?

The building doors were suddenly banged, causing everyone to keep quiet until it finally opened and their hearts dropped. In came Denki with clothes drenched in blood. His bloody hands quickly slammed the door as he tried regaining his breathing. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed and slid down the doors, his shaky hands pulling at his hair.

Eijiro, who got the courage to speak rushed to his side, his eyes wide with fear. He tried his best to softly speak to him to not cause any more panic, "Denki, talk to me. What's going on? Where did you come from?"

The yellow-haired male only sobbed, muttering incomprehensibly. The second to speak was Katsuki who scoffed, not out of anger, but to ease his own nerves, "Where the hell's that midget that was with you?"

That had Denki sobbing even harder and it was difficult for the rest to hear. Kyoka, who was close to the male rushed by his side, "C'mon, Denki, let's get you up. We need to wash the...let's just get you cleaned up."

In his crying state, he let the girl hold him up and take him to one of the couches where Mina stood. Mina had grabbed her water and handed it to the male, "Drink some to calm down."

"What the hell is going on." Eijiro glanced out the windows, but nothing could be seen from the dorms being inside the campus, "You don't think that Minoru is...dead, right? They both went to the store."

"How the fuck should I know?" Katsuki's hand trembled, glancing as Mina and Kyoka tried to remove any blood on Denki's skin.

"Don't you think we should block the doors or go look for our classmates?" Mashirao questioned, "Half of us aren't even here."

"Some of them left to visit their family." Eijiro mentioned as it was the weekend, "But we don't want to block the doors in case someone comes back."

"You two, close the curtains." Katsuki pointed at Mashirao and Mezo, then looked at everybody else, "If the electricity is out then start grabbing some flashlights or anything to brighten the place."

"Wait, what about Mr. Aizawa?" Ochaco asked as she stood next to Izuku, who tried consoling her, "He'll come back, right? I mean, he can't just leave his student's here."

"I don't know about that." Mezo finished closing the last window, "I think he's at school for a conference."

"No, some students had to make up for lost days." Izuku removed his hands from the girl, "He's one of the teachers."

He along with many other teachers were at U.A. A few students had missing days while some were finishing projects for their college entrance exams. It had the few students wondering if they heard what was going on and considering the school was at the front they most likely already saw the damages.

But to the extent of what was really going on is something that the others didn't know except for Denki. Thankfully for them, the male began to calm down as he sniffled and wiped his eyes. Kyoka had given him a spare shirt she planned on using when she reached her parents home. It was a large band shirt, so it fit the male well.

She sat down next to him, "You feeling oka-"

"I-its so terrible..." He whispered and caught the attention of his friends, "You don't get it."

"What is?" Mashirao asked, not liking Denki's tone. The blood was already scary enough, but whoever caused it had to be even worse, which did not enlighten the mood, "What did you see?"

"Take your time." Mina, sitting on the other side of Denki, comfortingly patted his back.

Eijiro took out his phone, but he scoffed as he tried calling Mr. Aizawa, "Damn, no service."

"No way they actually cut that off." Ochaco said checking hers.

"What happened, Dunceface." Katsuki made his way to him, but in a softer approach. Even he knew that this wasn't the moment.

He rubbed his eyes, tiredly staring at his shoes as he softly spoke, "I don't know. Me and...Minoru were heading to the store and then some homeless guy came out of the alley. He was screaming and then other people were behind him trying to run. I thought it was a joke or something, but then a lady was crying and holding her arm."

He shook his head, hiding his face in his hands as tears once again fell down, "H-Her arm...it was missing-"

"What?" Shocked, Izuku had accidentally interrupted him with the information, "Missing? How?"

"That's the thing!" He shouted, startling them, "She was just crying and screaming and bleeding everywhere! She didn't even have a chance to say anything because one of tho-one of those–I don't know what it is! It looked like a human and it jumped on her and started...eating her!"

The room was filled with gasp as he continued, "And then another came out and grabbed Minoru and–oh my god it was terrible. I didn't know what to do. How to help so I ran. I wanted to go home, but every corner I turned there was one of them so I made my way back here."

"We can't stay here." Ochaco quickly said and grabbed her bag, alarming Mina and Izuku.

"We have to!" Katsuki tried stopping her, "Did you just not hear what he just said!? Who the hell knows what kind of freak show is happening outside!"

"Are you kidding!?" Mina joined in with a terrified and scowl expression, "He just said people ar–are eating each other!"

"Which is why we should fucking stay!" Katsuki argued. His trembling figure, urging for the others to stay as it was a safer option, "It fucking safer here than out there and if Mr. Aizawa comes back and already heard the news then Mr. Nezu might also know! He's connected to people so he's probably already making an evacuation while we fucking stand here!"

"I don't know about that...Kacchan." Izuku muttered. He didn't flinch when the blonde turned to him with a deep scowl. A look of confusion, but most of all heartache was on his face, "They said it was a sudden leak which means no one knows besides the facility. Military will have to be the first to know and if it is a life threatening situation they'll most likely come and take care of the situation before it becomes dangerous.

"I doubt their goal is to evacuate first. They'll have procedures to follow before an evacuation is even thought of–" He was interrupted by Kyoka, "But this is a threatening situation. Denki just said that people are...doing that, so they'll have to evacuate first."

Izuku sadly shrugged, unknowing how to comfort the citation, "...Sometimes...governments don't think of its people first. Either way, in this case where they start to get concerned, the best bet will have to be..."

He hesitated to say, but Katsuki understood what he was going to say as he looked away and scoffed, "Government can be such a bitch."

In the case where they couldn't get it under control, they'll most likely have to start with getting rid of every human they come across. Sure they might try different procedures where no human is in danger, but if it's something that's out of their hands and the only option is to start a killing spree then they won't hesitate.

It'll be sad and many people will be wounded, but only their government will have a say and the military will have to abide by those rules. At least, they didn't know that other prefectures were being bombed as they speak.

"What are we going to do!?" Mina shouted, tears covering her waterline, "We can't just stay here for the rest of our life! What about our family and our home!?"

"She's got a point." Mezo said as he took a peek out the window, "I don't see anything, so we might be able to and at least try and make our way to the school."

"Only half of us should go." Mashirao added, "We don't want to have no source of security if it truly is bad. We'd want someone to hold here in case one of the teachers returns to help us."

"That might be the best bet." Eijiro mumbled as he thought of a plan, but everything he thought of had no perfect ending and it was beginning to get frustrated, "Damn! Why is this even happening?"

Ochaco turned her attention to Izuku and gripped his hand, "What are you going to do?"

What was he going to do? If people are really eating each other and infecting anybody with a bite then there wasn't anything he could do. It's not like he had some sort of power to stop it. They don't even know if it's only happening in Japan. They didn't say which facility the virus had started or where it leaked, so if it leaked in Japan then other countries might be okay and they'll send in rescues.

But if it happened everywhere then rescuing wouldn't even be thought of. It would probably be the last order on the military's list, leaving every humankind to go extinct. No one, but the people who started this knew of what the possibilities could be. It was a terrifying thought and it's something that Izuku did not want to think about.

He let the others argue about a plan as he was off in his own world. He could feel the girl he's dreamed of gripping his hand waiting for him to comfort her, but he couldn't. He didn't know what to even do. It's not an everyday situation where your life is being threatened.

He didn't even know that his childhood friend was calling out to him. All he could think of was about the possibility that someone out there would cease the virus before it got even worse, before the people he loved would no longer walk among this world.

That's right. The people he loved. His mother. His mother who stayed and raised him as a single parent while his father left them. What is she doing now?

"Maybe our chances out there will be better than here." Mina wiped her eyes as she looked at Katsuki, "You might be okay with staying here, but I need to see my family."

He scoffed at her. Of course everyone was worried about their family. He was too, but he was thinking rationally. He's thinking of a safer option that'll keep them out of harm's way, "You taking your chances out there will be the last thing you do before you die! Is that something you really want to do!?"

"Yes." Izuku said, surprising Katsuki. He looked at him ignoring the death stare the blonde gave him as he continued, "Kacchan, you can't honestly think that staying here will be okay, do you? Look at us. Half of us aren't here to keep eachother safe and Mr. Aizawa might come back, but that's a big possibility.

"We're scared. Even you are. But there's no saying when things will turn for the worst." He didn't want to leave, but he needed to go home, "We just want to go home and see our families. I need to see my mom. You can stay here if that's really what you want, but I can't. I'm sorry."

The blonde was conflicted as he stared at them. His heartbeat was racing crazy and despite also wanting to see his parents he pushed that thought down to keep his friends safe. Why was he doing this? That's something he didn't know.

"No fucking way." He said, looking at Izuku, "There's no way you're all leaving."

Eijiro placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze to comfort him, "Katsuki, if you want to stay, I'll stay too. My parents went off on a trip and I can't even call them. You won't be alone if that's what you're afraid of."

"I'll stay too." Denki stood up, refusing Kyoka as she tried to sit him back down. He finally calmed himself down and if he was being honest, he didn't feel like going back out there, "My parents are shit, so I really I couldn't give a fuck about them."

"Denki, you could stay with me." The purple-haired argued, but he shook his. "No. I know you want to go so go, okay?"

"This is so fucked." Katsuki muttered before taking a quiet breath. He looked at everyone; Mina, Ochaco, Kyoka, Mashirao, Mezo, and finally Izuku. A sincere look was shared, "The second shit falls you come back here."

The lock to the main doors were clicked open. Slowly the six students began to leave. A final look was shared among Izuku and his childhood friend. He made sure that his face was indented into his brain as he feared this would be the last they'd ever see each other, "I'll try to make my way back here either way."

With that, he closed the door and followed behind his friends. So far, nothing of what Denki was speaking of could be seen. They only gave a quick glance to the other class dorms, but they tried to keep moving forward. They stayed near the pathway, hoping that they'd spot Shota, but no sign or anything human was seen.

"Maybe we shouldn't use the front gates." Ochaco said, wearily looking at her surroundings, "We can take the back."

"It's a longer walk." Mashirao opened his phone to look through his contacts. Even with no signal, he at least hoped that it would work for a minute, "But we could try."

"No." Izuku shook his head, "The front gate is near the school so we might find a teacher or someone to help."

"I agree with him." Kyoka hugged herself to ease her nerves. She just couldn't believe she left Denki behind. He was her friend. Her very good friend.

Finally did the gates come in view and it had Mina running towards it. She looked around before opening it, "There's no there."

"That's good." Mezo added and exited the doors as Mina held it open. In front of them was just a road going in different directions. One would continue straight, one would go left, and one would right.

As for Izuku, he'd be the only one going left, considering he lived the nearest to the school. He turned to his friends before encouraging a smile, "I'll see you guys again, okay?"

They all gave each other a hug, with Ochaco holding him the tightest before releasing, "Take care."

He was then left on his own. The farther he got away from the school, he started to see people and his heart picked up as they were all running and screaming. Vehicles were even crashing into each other or trying to flee. He had to stop his running when he saw them.

A rotter, munching on a man who gurgled out blood. His windpipe had been eaten through and only blood gushed out as the rotter feasted on his chest. The male cried as he opened his mouth to let out silent screams. His hands even reached out for the younger male, only a few of its fingers were missing.

It shocked Izuku so much that he felt bile rising up his throat. He hunched over and gagged, but he didn't get the opportunity to vomit as he saw a pair of bloody shoes coming towards him. He quickly moved out of the way as a rotter, just mere inches away from him, almost grabbed him to mutilate his corpse.

He fell to his bottom as the rotter turned to grab Izuku once more, but he quickly jumped to his feet and ran the opposite direction. He ran into an alley wondering if his friends already made it to the inner city and were experiencing the same things. Perhaps they were in a different situation, a worse one. But could things even be worse than this? He hoped not as he ran to the direction of his home.

On his way, he was almost hit by an oncoming vehicle, but luckily he managed to move as the vehicle crashed into a building. He only took a quick glance and thanks to the untinted windows, he saw a rotter biting into the neck of the driver.

He turned the other way and continued forward. He used the various vehicles to keep himself hidden. He made sure to look before taking a step. His sweat and anxious body did little help, but the thought of his mother kept him going and finally did he make it to his apartment building.

He ran up the stairs, his leg muscle aching for a quick break, but he ignored it. Once he found his door he fished out his key from his pocket and jammed it into the keyhole. With a turn the door unlocked and he entered it before slamming it close.

He realized it was quiet, too quiet for his mother. He glanced down to where her shoes would normally be, but only her house slippers were left, "Mom?"

No cooked meal was smelled through home, so he made his way to the kitchen only for it to be empty of human life. The stove however had a few pans with uncooked food. Spices and a plate of vegetables were left out in the open. He moved away from the kitchen before heading to the hallway towards her room, "Mom, please tell me youre here."

He opened her door slowly, desperately hoping she was just asleep and had forgotten to put the food away from last night and that her shoes were being cleaned. He only felt like falling when she wasn't there. Her purse, coat, phone, and wallet were gone.

He stepped towards her bed before crashing down and holding his head in his hands as he began to sob. The house was empty. It was cold and if Inko were to be here she'd hate the feeling. Most importantly, she would hate the fact she wasn't here to comfort her son and instead he had to wallow in her sheets, shushing his cries as he wished to wake up from this nightmare.

He let himself be careless for the first time in years, his mothers bed sheets were wrapped around him as he fell asleep dreaming of her once again.

When he had woken up, he stayed lying, blinking tiredly and looking for an ounce of motivation. He couldn't hear any vehicles screeching nor the cries of help from people. He could hear birds chirping as they flew by her room window.

Finally did he muster up the courage to rise from her bed. His shoes were still on and the blankets were still wrapped around him. He let out a big sigh before standing up. If his mother wasn't here then he'd have to go back to the dorms. Katsuki, Ejiro, and Denki were most likely waiting for others to arrive and if they didn't have a plan then it'd be best to stay with the people he knows.

So with that set in mind he grabbed the photo frame that his mother always loved. He removed the back panel and grabbed onto the photo. It was such a fond memory to her and he didn't know why. He was seven at the time and he had forgotten most of his childhood as he grew up. It was probably a special day, like his birthday.

Whatever the case was, he headed towards his bedroom to retrieve his old yellow bag. He changed out of his clothes to place clothing that would cover his skin. After that he grabbed a spare notebook and placed the photo inside so it wouldn't leave a scratch or get dented. He then placed that in his bag before moving towards his kitchen.

He rummaged through the cabinets and placed whatever water and food could fit. With his bag placed around his shoulders he approached his front door. A deep breath was inhaled as he looked back to the empty and quiet hallway.

Then did he step out of those doors, if the dorms were empty he'd return back. With that he made his way back to the dorms, but just overnight almost the entire city was infected. Only rotters were walking among the streets. No human, not even an animal could be seen running.

He tried to keep near the cars, but every corner a rotter would jump out, almost taking his life. He knew he couldn't make his way back to the dorms. Not with the dozen rotters waiting for their next meal and not without some weapon to protect him. He feared that if he used a vehicle the noise would cause all the rotters in the area to go after him. He was even astounded that their hearings still worked when he threw a small pebble towards a window.

He had made his way back to his apartment, figuring out the next plan. He couldn't go to any of his friends' homes as some lived farther away from him. Katsuki was the only one who lived near, but he doubted the massive rotters wouldn't let him through.

For now he'd stay in his home. His neighbors weren't here, most likely left for an escape. That gave him the time to look through each home and luckily found food that would last him for a while. Thankfully, with the stove being gas he was able to cook warm meals, but that only lasted for so little as one night he heard people moving in front of his door.

It sounded like a group and a part of him hoped that they were his friends. However, as he took a peek through his peephole, they had weapons that could kill within a second. He wasn't one to judge someone by their looks, but the way they spoke and the way they carelessly laughed as they broke through his neighbors windows, he knew they weren't here for good intentions.

So he quickly and quietly packed up before carefully opening the door. With the intruders causing a ruckus in his neighbors home, he stayed low as he made his way downstairs. He wasn't about to put up a fight with a big group. Leaving his home that held memories would be a heartbreak, but he knew that dying wasn't an option.

He didn't have a plan, but perhaps he'd meet one of his friends or someone looking for a sign of hope that'd he be able to be. Throughout the nights as he stayed in a police station, he perched himself up on the roof gazing at the stars. Countless restless nights have him up, wondering if there were other people out there.

Two months had gone by and the station was running low. He managed to find an old rifle as the part he stayed at was known for its hunting. The radio near his head would always static as the same message repeat, "Seek sanctuary."

It had him scoffing. Sanctuary? Where? Everyone was left in the dark and if the government truly cared they'd start sending military to rescue people, but not once had he seen them. He'd often spend his nights looking at the rotters who had no trouble walking while others slept, behaving like humans.

He'd practiced his aim and learned that to kill one would be its head. Not its heart or a vital point like how humans had one. So many questions and so many theories were being brewed. As he wondered about his friend's safety, he couldn't help but think back to the day where Shoto, who had no intention of going back home, was suddenly pulled out of the dorms by security guards.

He had no idea what was going on with the male, but he brushed it off as did not want to intrude in his family's life. He didn't even get to say goodbye to Shoto as he left that day.

It was odd. Even Ochaco had mentioned it as they both saw it, but knowing of Shoto's history with his family, they figured it was another scandal between his parents. That same day was the day when the virus was informed. He just hoped, as he was pulled back to reality, that Shoto, Tenya, and Momo were okay considering their parents worked in the same industry.

Hearing a pair of footsteps approaching, Izuku picked up his rifle as he took a quick peek down below. His heart dropped like a weight once he saw who, or rather, what it was. Her green hair wasn't in a bun like always. Instead it was messy and dirty with blood matting it. Her outfit was completely drenched in blood. She walked like she had broken a foot, but despite that a large visible bite wound was shown on her neck.

He went back down as he placed his head in his hands. His tears built up as he tried to keep his whimpers quiet. The blazing sun was burning his skin, but he wasn't worried about that. All he could think about was how long his mother had to endure the pain as she was being eaten alive. What was she even doing in this part of the Musutafu?

Did she, in her rotten state, come here because she didn't know where she lived? Rotters weren't capable of thinking, so maybe she followed someone to eat and unknowingly got lost. Whatever the case was, he couldn't bring himself to end her.

He was his mother. She gave him life and sacrificed so much for him. He could even hear her slowly walk away and if she continued, she wouldn't be in his line of sight. And he knew that if he didn't put her to rest, he'd regret this day.

So with a heavy sigh, he wiped his eyes and perched himself on the edge of the roof. He blinked the water away as he used the scope to get a good sight of her. His finger, resting on the trigger, hesitated to push. His movements had caught her eye and she grudgingly made her way to him.

He closed his eyes as he pulled the trigger. An echo of a shot was heard and soon shortly followed a thud. The tears continued despite his eyes being closed. He wiped his eyes as he left the roof to approach his mother. Them being the only ones there, he grabbed a cloth of sheet before draping it over her.

Her body would rip if he tried moving her and he couldn't bury her with no shovel. She deserved a grave no matter the lives she took in her state. Maybe one of these days, he'll come back and give her bones a proper rest. But for now, with a small wilting flower he managed to find, he placed it on her and muttered a small prayer.

With no plan on where to go, he would walk the silent roads, the wind breezing by as the hours passed by. Then, did his movements stop as he saw a figure, helplessly lying on the road.