#I don't want either of us to waste any more time discovering what's wrong with a string of randos

[kuntya]

UGH

My bff and I are both queer, single, want to have kids, and are nearing our mid-30s. And then it came out that she was attracted to me.

So I -- very suavely and considerately! -- asked "..maybe we should think about it? I think we'd be really happy together."

And she got really upset. And I think she was very angry with me, but knew she didn't have a "real" "reason" to be, so we just didn't talk about it, and tried to go back to normal.

But I didn't realize that she was about to go on a work trip.

The vibes over text are SO weird. I'm trying to be normal, but maybe I'm not succeeding. She's not consistently texting me back. The overall volume is way less than normal. She texted to set up a dinner for when she gets back -- which is good -- but it's so stilted and formal.

I'm half-worried she's been planning some fight she wants to have, and that's what the dinner is.

Which -- fine!

But what's the big deal??? Who cares?? Why was what I said so disruptive????

[dyns33]

Only wastelands part 2

Here's part 2 of my Cooper Howard x Reader ! I think it will be a story in 4 parts at the end, but I'm not sure yet.

Tags : @one-of-thewalkingdead @coolrobloxkid28 @thebumbqueen @rachmari @ilyvia @justme12200 @honeybunhottie @savanahc @gobbodoggo @bisasterbisexual @killingboredom @bonafideyapper @i-simp-for-mha-men @pixelatedprofilepic @ultimatreality @chattersstuff @harmfulb1tch @hellolettuce444 @miketastic25

If Y/N had to pay Cooper one compliment, it was that he had been a very good teacher.

Months passed, years, and she survived the apocalypse perfectly on her own.

To avoid trouble, she hid her pitboy and her gender under a large coat and a Ranger mask. Some people made fun of her, thinking she was doing this to protect herself from radiation. Everyone knew that West Tek's hardware, or any of Vault's partners, was crap.

Y/N knew it, and that was why she always had Radaway on her. Not at all in case she saw Cooper again and he needed some.

Three years without any news, doing everything to avoid attracting attention, and she hardly thought about him at all.

If she sometimes looked at the photo of him before his turning, with little Janey, it was only to remember that she should trust no one in this rotten world. Never again, she repeated to herself.

It was with this spirit that she almost killed Lucy when the young woman fell on her. Literally.

Y/N was standing in a crater, calm, silent, holding her sniper tightly, ready to shoot her future dinner, when the little vaultie had jumped to escape a yao guai.

Her instinct not being often wrong, she knew that it was more urgent to kill the bear than the imbecile who had thought that surprising a shooter was less dangerous than confronting a beast.

Even though she had a gun, was covered in blood, and one of her fingers was a different color, little Vault dweler looked harmless with her big, naive doe eyes.

It was obvious that she had been outside for a short time. A true miracle that she is still alive.

"Thank you, thank you very much !" she repeated with a huge smile, as if Y/N wasn't pointing her sniper at her. "You don't know the week I just had ! My father was kidnapped, I wanted to save him, but I discovered that he was a murderer who had bombed a city, and all the people I met tried to kill me, and…"

"Hey. I don't remember asking you to tell me about your life, vaultie."

"Oh, sorry ! It's just that I got lost. I was with someone heading to a place called New Vegas, but a big monster pulled him into a hole, then this thing attacked me. You seem nice, and I could use some help…"

"No."

“Wait. But wait !” the girl begged, following her as she went to carve the yao guai. Not the best meat, but she had just wasted five bullets for that, and the noise had either scared away the easy preys or attracted the attention of the dangerous ones.

Y/N vacillated between ignoring Lucy and threatening her, asking her to leave, but after exchanging names, the vaultie seemed to have decided that they were now best friends and should stay together.

No doubt taking her savior's silence as an invitation, she continued to talk about what had happened to her, between her meeting with a man named Maximus, and the inhumane treatment she had suffered at the hands of a mercenary.

Completely incoherent, she ended her story by explaining that she had abandoned her potential boyfriend to go on an adventure next to the guy who tortured her, with the aim of finding her dad and discovering who had destroyed the entire planet.

It was quite funny, because Lucy reminded her a bit of herself before. Y/N wondered if Cooper had seen her like that when they met, a lost and stupid thing.

At the same time, the girl's reasons for living were the same as the Ghoul. Find a family member and take revenge on Vault. Amusing. Maybe they would be very happy together.

If we forgot the fact that Lucy thought that no one should be killed, that everyone was nice, and mutual help was a fundamental notion, to start again. Ugh.

"So, some free advice, if you want to avoid having your tongue cut out, remember that it is not a good idea for a little vaultie who grew up in a palace to give big moral lessons to people who have been doing what they can to avoid dying for years, sometimes centuries."

"Why do you call me that ? You come from a vault too, right ? My pitboy picked up yours."

"Hang on. I am a victim of the cruelty of politicians and businessmen, betrayed by my own country and only alive by luck, or bad luck. You are a little vaultie. Now get away before I strangle you."

Lucy continued to follow her. And Y/N could have killed her, she really could have. This wasn't her first rodeo. She had killed a lot of people for less than that. But she didn't really want to.

Maybe she had been alone for too long. Maybe she felt sorry for this girl, like Cooper had felt sorry for her.

A deal was found. If Lucy could keep her mouth shut, then Y/N would help her find her friends so she could resume her main quest. Their paths would then part ways, and everyone would be happy.

Especially Y/N.

Because if she often talked about her dear Max, the little vaultie didn't seem so eager to find her survival partner. This was understandable, since he had tried to kill her several times, shooting her, cutting off her finger, using her as bait, and selling her.

Compared to this guy, Y/N was a saint, an angel from heaven, the perfect friend. When she offered the girl a bottle of non-irradiated water, she seemed about to ask her to marry her.

“You must be the only person in all the wastelands with good water !”

"It doesn't come cheap. But… I made a promise."

“My lovely traveling companion forced me to drink disgusting water and eat a man.”

"Charming."

Even though she seemed sweet and pure, Y/N continued to be wary of Lucy, sleeping with only one eye open and waiting for the moment when she would try to stab her in the back. First rule, don't trust anyone.

It had happened before. Never again.

Even after three years, the wound was still raw.

It was only when she saw the fear and regret in Lucy's eyes that Y/N restrained her action, yet ready to plant her blade the moment she had shown her the photo, taken out of her bag, asking her if it was her family.

Cooper hadn't been her family. He had been an asshole, who had manipulated her, who had made her believe that he loved her, and that she could love him, before abandoning her like a dog on the side of the road.

"Be careful with this Maximus. Men never change. He will take what he wants from you, and you will be hurt."

“He’s not like that.”

"I didn't think Coop was like that !" she shouted, really getting angry for the first time at Lucy, who jumped. "Yes, I loved him ! I trusted him ! It was stupid of me and I will never make that mistake again ! I hope he died in a hole, alone and in pain !"

"… Can I throw the photo away then ?"

“Give that back !” Y/N said quickly, snatching the only souvenir he had left from her hands and putting it safely in her pocket.

Lucy's sad smile indicated that she wouldn't have destroyed the photo. How sorry she was, for having gone through her things, and for having caused her pain by forcing her to talk about this man who had been so important. Also that she was happy, to see that despite her speeches, Y/N still cared for someone, even if she didn't want to.

She had never told anyone about it. It had been a long time since she had said his name, except when she woke up from a nightmare, in the middle of nowhere, calling for him like a child.

Lucy continued to smile, because for her, there must be another explanation for her precious Coop's behavior. She continued to call him Coop, even after Y/N threatened to make her eat her rotten finger.

"I know you don't like talking about him…"

“If you know that, shut up.” Y/N muttered as she continued walking towards New Vegas, trying to ignore the stream of words from the stupid vaultie, bingeing on romance novels and patriotic films.

"From the few things you agreed to share, Coop cared about you. He protected you, he taught you to defend yourself, he gave you a picture of his daughter. For me, this are proofs of love. Actions speak louder than words."

“He promised to come get me and I’m still waiting.”

"Wrong ! You left, you know how to hide perfectly, and you do everything to avoid him ! So, maybe he's been chasing you all this time and you don't know."

"What I do know is that the main clause of our deal was that you would stop talking so much, especially if it was to give such ridiculous and inappropriate advices."

They finally arrived at their destination after several weeks of walking. No sign of Lucy's friend on the way though. Perhaps he had died, or had not continued on his own.

It was clear that he wanted to use the daughter of vault 33 overseer to achieve his ends, and now that he had lost her, there was no point.

The city amazed the girl. It was the first real city she discovered, instead of those piles of ruins full of dust and vermin that were found in the four corners of the wastelands.

Her enthusiasm almost made Y/N laugh. A bit like how she had often made Cooper laugh without meaning to.

Damn, she needed to stop thinking about that bastard so often. Her mother was always saying that we manifest things through emotions and thoughts.

Her poor mother, long dead, but who had always been right.

As soon as her eyes landed on him, Y/N was crouched behind a wooden crate, watching Cooper Howard, fucking Cooper Howard, sitting near the casino, seemingly waiting for someone.

Seeing her, Lucy began to ask her what she was doing, her gaze following hers, and then the reaction was strange. Everything about this girl was strange anyway.

She started to smile.

Worse, she waved an arm at the Ghoul in greeting, opening her mouth to get his attention as she realized it wasn't enough, his cowboy hat falling over his face.

Y/N quickly grabbed her arm to pull her towards her, asking her what she was playing.

"It's the mean bounty hunter who accompanies me !" she replied happily, as if everything was normal.

For a moment, Y/N wondered if Lucy was making fun of her. If from the start, this was just a horrible joke against her, the continuation of a torture started in this seedy bar.

Then she told herself that if someone made fun of her, it was just fate.

Because she remembered that she had only described Cooper, continuing not to have any particular interest in his condition as a ghoul, and with her goodness as a jug, Lucy had not wanted to reduce him to his appearance either.

The difference was that he didn't give his name to his new pet.

“I knew you were an idiot, but not that much.”

"What ? Why ?" Lucy wondered, slightly offended and trying to free herself.

"You can't trust him. You already know that, why do you want to go back with him ? Look… I can help you find your father, okay ? Find Max. Whatever you want, but let's avoid this bastard and let's leave quickly."

"Golden rule. We said we would wait near the casino, he's there, I'm not leaving him."

With this serious look, the vault dweler would almost have looked frightening. Almost. It was mainly because it was obvious that it was impossible to reason with her that Y/N let her go, not waiting for her tirade about great friendship and the need to stay together to run as far as possible.

If Cooper noticed them, she didn't give him time to really see her, nor to catch up with her or shoot her.

Y/N didn’t turn around to check. Not because she was afraid of him chasing her. But because she was afraid that not only would he not pursue her, but she would also see him with Lucy.

Because even though he had tortured her, insulted her, threatened her… He was in front of the fucking casino waiting for this girl. And it really hurt.

[strangerscallmegray]

Are we the same?

Hello guys, I hope you like this. I was out looking for Joel Miller x son!reader fics and I could find very little male reader or GN reader fics and so I impulsively decided to create this series. I hope you will like it. The first chapter is going to be exploring Joel's PoV. I'm new here so I don't understand much, hopefully I'll learn along with you.

So, the thing is I have not seen the last of us, it is just recently that I discovered the fanfics and I really liked them, I'm going to watch it soon. So, I apologize for any timeline discrepancy as well as factual errors that might be there in the story lolol.

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Joel had a difficult relationship with his son. It was not that Joel did not love him, no, he did, he immensely loved the kid, how could he not? He was his son. You were the last remaining person from his family. The life and family he had had before everything went to shit. But there was a distance between you and Joel, one that Joel deeply lamented. It started after Sarah died. Joel felt like you blamed him for what had happened. You had always been a loving older brother to Sarah and losing her broke you too, you were never quite the same and he couldn’t say he was either.

Joel watched as you went outside the house after the latest argument you had had. Arguments were not uncommon between the two of you. It was simple, Joel still felt you were too young to be going on patrols with him. Whereas you felt you had never been more ready and to see Tess take your side had been heartbreaking for Joel. Tess would not forget the look of betrayal that had etched onto his face when she had done that. Tess had later given him a lecture saying if he wanted his son then he’d have to let him do what he wants to do even if that included danger. Joel had cried out in anger then saying that he’d rather have his son alive and hate him than dead. He and Tess had needed a lot of time to recover from that. He had already lost one child and he was not planning to lose another any time soon. Now, since Joel did not have a say in what you wanted to do, he put his everything into training you. He wanted to teach you everything he knew so that you could survive even if he is not there. He was very proud of you and how far you had come. You never complained when it came to training, even if you had arguments with your dad, sparring sessions were a must, even if it just helped in releasing pent-up frustration.

Joel was sometimes very harsh with you and he knows that. It was because maybe he got so lost when he lost Sarah that he forgot he had another person depending on him. Some days the guilt consumes him and the others he feels like you need the rigidity to make yourself better, that it is what you seek from him. Tess had told him many times that his harshness might reflect negatively on you since you were only 16. Sometimes he thought that surely Sasha must be rolling in the grave over what kind of a father he had become. A memory flashed through this head.

“This is a waste of time, they’ll have finished turning you by the time you get back up from the ground.” He said.

You were panting having fallen on the ground. “I am…..trying.” you said in between of breaths.

“Not like that you are not, the only thing you are trying to do right now is getting yourself killed, if that was your mission, congratulations, you succeeded.”

You had glared at him, still not getting up, “What the hell is your damn problem with me!?” you had shouted and stood up walking up to your dad. “You can see I’m trying, we only started practicing a week back and Tess says I’m doing good, why do you always have to be so critical of me as if I can never be any good?”

“I don’t know what Tess has been seeing, all I am seeing is that it was a mistake allowing a 14-year-old out on patrols.” Joel had said. He couldn’t understand why he was being so unnecessarily harsh.

Tears stung your eyes as you said, “I will prove you wrong Dad, I will be the best hunter you’ve ever seen.” You had said and walked away.

And you were most definitely the best that Joel had seen, he just failed to communicate it to you. He wished he had been more understanding back then.

Then, then came Ellie, the kid who reminded him too much of Sarah, the kid full of life and so opposite from both him and you. In the beginning he didn’t know how to act around her but slowly he warmed up to her. She was not replacing Sarah, nobody could replace his Sarah ever but Ellie was not Sarah, Ellie was Ellie and that was why he had grown to care for her and he knew he had grown paternal towards her. He had seen the way you interacted with Ellie too, you had never held something she didn’t even know against her. You had even taught her a couple of things and his heart swelled with happiness whenever he saw that. An emotion he was sure he would never feel again.

“Is he your son?” She had asked pointing towards you who was standing with the group explaining something to them.

“Yes.” He had said, short and crisp, he didn’t want to discuss it and he hoped she’d get the hint. She did not.

“Then why is he on patrols? He doesn’t seem that much older.” She looked curiously.

He had looked at her and glared “Why don’t you ask him the same then maybe even I will know.”

And after that, it felt the most normal than ever in Jackson, but he just wished he could mend his relationship with his son. He wished you would stop looking at everything he did for you in negative light and stop seeing him as the enemy.

Soo, I hope you liked that, let me know what you think. The next chapter will be your PoV.

[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.

[paleparearchive]

Calm and Composed

Giotto's 2nd initial 3★ story (2/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: atelier 1 (morning) | Characters: Giotto, Kuroda, Manet, Aoi/MC

Giotto: … Let's go in.

Aoi: Y-Yes…!

(I don't believe the fight is already over…)

—

Manet: Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?

Aoi: (Yeah, it's not over…)

Manet: There is nothing wrong in the color I have chosen after careful consideration.

Kuroda: Goodness… I'm saying that you're below the bottom because you won't take people's advice.

Aoi: (The atmosphere... The atmosphere is so bad... This might make you want to run away…)

Kuroda: Why don't you look around a little?

Manet: Are you trying to say that I don't see what's going on around me?

Kuroda: Oh my, it seems you can understand human language. Since you don't listen to people at all, I thought you had an intelligence below the average.

Manet: There is simply no need to listen to something that is not worth listening to.

Kuroda: Sigh, I feel sorry for your works, Manet. There is still so much room for growth in the future.

Manet: It is up to me to make the most of my work or kill it. I don't deserve to be told what to do by others. Or do you take everything others say and produce your works? Once you stop thinking about it, it won't no longer be your work.

Aoi: (The two of them often get into fights, but rarely do they get so heated… This may indeed be difficult to arbitrate even for Giotto-san…)

Giotto: I see. This is 'bout right.

Aoi: Huh…?

Giotto: Well, just watch.

Aoi: (Huuuh…!? He smiled and walked in between the two of them, but will it really be okay…!?)

Giotto: Now now ya two, why dontcha just calm down a lil'?

Manet: What kind of thinking is it to suddenly jump in a conversation? It has nothing to do with you.

Kuroda: He's right. Also, we're quite calm. Your point is extremely misguided.

Manet: Yeah, and that point could be made for you too, Kuroda. The misguided part.

Kuroda: Oooh… Let's hear carefully how I was misguided.

Manet: If I have any free time for that, I would want to go ahead with my own production. I don't have the slightest bit of time to spend on your sterile discussions.

Aoi: (Aaah…! They're back to fighting again…)

Giotto: Manet. It's good to stand up for your beliefs, but is that enough?

Manet: … What?

Giotto: If ya listen to other people's advice, ya might discover somethin' new that ya might not realize on your own.

Manet: Well… That's certainly true, but…

Giotto: Kuroda, why dontcha phrase it a lil' different way?

Kuroda: Are you trying to lecture me, Giotto?

Giotto: No, I just thought it'd be a waste. Even the best advice can be taken either favorably or negatively, depending on how ya say it… As a teacher, ya should know it best, right?

Kuroda: Well… that is right.

Giotto: Ya both just did up each other's buttons wrongly. There's no point in ya two arguin'... Dontcha agree?

Manet: Sigh… This is getting ridiculous.

Kuroda: Yeah, that's absolutely right.

Aoi: (Thank god… Manet-san and Kuroda-san seem to have stopped arguing.)

Aoi: Thank you so much, Giotto-san.

Giotto: Well, it's called wisdom of age. I'm the oldest person in this museum, after all.

Manet: What wisdom of age? It's not like you're much older than us.

Kuroda: I agree with you. How dare you talk to me like you're that much older? It seems that you're more skilled at self-deprecation than anyone else.

Giotto: Oh? For the first time, the two of ya are on the same page! At this rate you'll be makin' up soon!

Manet: What's the point of making up? We were never on good terms to begin with.

Kuroda: I agree. And at our age, who says we're going to make up?

Manet: I'll continue painting in a different place. Farewell.

Kuroda: I think I'll go to a quieter place.

Aoi: … The two of them are gone.

Giotto: Good grief… They ain't honest at all.

Aoi: (He seems to be enjoying himself while saying that. Giotto-san is truly reliable.)

Giotto: Well, now that the atelier's at peace, let's go call those who ran away from here.

Aoi: Right!

[slytherintragedy]

A long, exhausted sigh escaped her throat as she rolled her eyes once more. She truly did regret just not ditching this hang out with Draco even more now because this was utterly exhausting, having to explain that she didn't know everything about Theo. That no one truly knows everything about anyone, if they did then for heaven's sakes what's the bloody point? A little mystery keeps things interesting, with no mystery then well that's boring. ❝Oh fuck sakes Parkinson, we weren't together 24/7 that's bloody impossible. And yes, while I spent as much time with Nott as I could, I'll be the first to admit I don't know every single thing about him and he certainly doesn't know everything about me. Welcome to brutal truth neither one of us wants to admit but you know what, I don't care because it just means there are things about him I still get to discover and that makes it fun.❞ She stated bluntly, honestly what more did she want to hear? That Astoria had a blood curse and hell knows she was scared that she had it too? Yet despite that Daphne wished more than anything to trade places with her sister and be the one who had the blood curse so her sister didn't have to suffer, that Theo only knew the part where her baby sister had a blood curse and none of the rest? The male knew more about her than ANYONE else but he didn't know EVERYTHING.

❝Mhm. a mistake.❞ She voiced softly, shaking her head at the mock sweetness. Greengrass was aware that Pansy was just trying to help, a rare thing for her to do. But if she sincerely thought that the female knew something that apparently was obvious to everyone or at least just her, then she was dead wrong. Because she was still under the impression that Nott wouldn't lie to her when shit actually mattered most, cause why would he make her beyond upset and not give her a reason why? Maybe she was an absolute idiot, maybe she just didn't want to hear that Theo had willingly lied to her, maybe she was in denial, either way she was just so over this topic. ❝I get you are trying to help Pansy but you are saying one thing and he's saying another, which means one of you are bloody lying to me. And giving it's his feelings so he should know how he feels better than anyone, I want to believe him. Cause maybe I don't want to accept that my best friend can lie to my face about something like that after he decided to push me off cloud nine for whatever the fuck his problem is.❞ Daphne remarks, throwing her hands up moments later. ❝Tsk, too late so forget it Pans. But since you are so adamant about him being in love with me then that makes him an prick and a liar, all in one day. Which doesn't make it better, it makes it worse. So thanks for that, really. But next time you decide you want to help, how about not eavesdropping.❞ She stated before standing up, scuffing at the last part. ❝We both know that's a lie, even if that's why he's upset. He'll get wasted while he mourns the loss then he'll try to replace me.❞ She snickers at the thought before furrowing her eyes, looking at all her friends, even her boyfriend then back at Pansy. ❝You know if you are right and he's in love with me, which I am going to assume that all of you knew how he felt cause none of you look surprise that this happened. Then honestly you all should be ashamed because I doubt any of you had the nerve to tell him that maybe he should have told me because believe it or not, I was and still am blissfully unaware of how he truly feels. Then maybe, this could have been avoided..❞

merlin, daphne was insufferable like this. pansy swears her eyes were going to find permanent residence in the back of her head for how frequently the blonde made her roll her eyes. "of course," pansy sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. irritation was building. "i was merely under the impression that said changing and ageing was done in close proximity."

pansy's eyes flash. the bite in daphne's tone doesn't phase her, and she looks at the blonde with an expression that shot a silent and lethal warning. "my mistake, greengrass," pansy says in mock sweetness. of course the one time pansy had chosen to be their selfless and benevolent mediator ( or rather, a nosy friend tired of the duo's utter lack of brain cells and deduction skills ), she was accused of trying to sabotage her ex-boyfriend's new relationship. it was a low blow, and while she didn't care about draco like that anymore, it stung coming from her closest girl friend. not to mention that pansy had every right to berate the girl for not even giving her the courtesy and asking pansy if she'd be okay with it. draco wasn't pansy's, but the integrity of girl code still meant something to her. "i was just trying to knock some sense into your dense little brain. i didn't realize it was so full of shit that you wouldn't comprehend that i was just trying to help." pansy scoffs, turning her nose up in aristocratic distaste. "but if you're so set in denial, fine. i'll play along. nott doesn't like you and he was just being a whiny piss baby because now he has to find someone else to fuck around with," she recites, using daphne's words verbatim. "which is what, i assume, he's most likely doing now. i'm sure he grabbed that full bottle of ogden's to crack open and share with whatever witch he's going to use to replace you. does that make you feel better?"

[dinbuckyenthusiasts]

Travelling with Din Djarin HCs

It’s almost like you’re always travelling with him because of how much you move around (bounties, work, you know the drill)

But for you two, and the kid as well, ‘travelling’ is much different than just going around for work’s sake

As much as he loves his job, Din finds little to no enjoyment visiting different planets just for his work, especially since the planets are generally pretty dangerous and there’s not much for you and Grogu to do, meaning you guys usually just stay on the ship until Din gets back

He certainly doesn’t view it as travelling, because he’d much rather do it all with you and to him, to travel is to actually enjoy your experience, rather than to have a one track mind and set goal: get the bounty

You and Din wouldn’t really plan it beforehand, he do it himself and surprise you. He would negotiate with Karga to take time off work for a while even if it meant he would have to take on extra bounties afterwards or beforehand

If you ask, he tells you you’re going to Tatooine or some planet that never is really that exciting, and then when you arrive he would lower the ramp and show you

And if this man thought he couldn’t fall for you any further

He was wrong

Because the way he SWOONS at the sight of your face lighting up...he's head over heels

He would let you pack some bags and whatever else you need for a couple days (you would probably stay for like…4-7 days? It really depends on Din's schedule but I'm sure you could convince him to change the plans a bit if you wanted)

And then you would be off. None of you want to waste time

While travelling, Din would want to take it all the way since you guys don't get to vacation often. He would probably include a hotel (or just plain camping depending on the planet and how many credits you guys have). You wouldn’t be spending much time in the Crest, probably none at all honestly

Din doesn't really have a preference for either hot or cold planets. For him, as long as the climate isn’t extreme (like Tatooine or Hoth for example) he would be satisfied. He would probably enjoy Naboo, maybe even Sorgan or Endor. He definitely likes anywhere with lots of greenery, it’s a peaceful break from the general harshness of the planets and life he’s used to

I was also considering Coruscant but that might be stretching it, just because of how busy it can be, even if it is a gorgeous planet. Something isolated and quiet would be best for him. Privacy is something he needs in order to actually wind down so he doesn’t have to worry about the safety of you and the kid (although, when is he not worried about that?)

He prefers quiet planets not only because of safety, but if he's started taking the helmet off around you, he would most likely want to remove it at times during the trip as well

Another reason he wants to go somewhere green is because he knows Grogu will enjoy it. And if there’s a lot of water there, like lakes or rivers? That’s even better (frogs of course). That’s sort of why I feel like Naboo or Sorgan would be perfect

But Grogu making friends with the Ewoks on Endor would be so adorable as well...anyway

While there, I think it would just be a whole lot of exploring. He would leave it to you to decide where you want to go and what you want to see

Din is more than fine with whatever you decide but I also think that at some point during your trip, he would want to go see the architecture and nature of the planet. He finds culture in architecture and he absolutely adores seeing the uniqueness of it all, especially since every planet is so different

I know this is a bit basic, but the three of you would go on walks. Just sort of wander with no real destination and see where it leads you. That's probably how you guys discover most of the planet, rather than using a map or guide

I can also imagine having a picnic with him and the kid. The whole Anakin and Padmé scene in AOTC? That exact scenery

Even if he doesn't really eat because...well...the helmet situation, you would still enjoy each other's company and just chat. He would be happy enough to just know you're enjoying yourself. The smile on your face makes him happier than any meal could

The different food (if there is different food depending on the planet...I'm honestly not sure) would be so fun to try out

And if there were any festivals (I'm assuming most planets have different traditions) during the time you visit, there would be no hesitation in attending them. Once again with the whole culture thought, Din would LOVE stuff like that

Finally, although Din really would want to experience as much as possible, his main goal wouldn't be that. It would be that you leave feeling better and much more refreshed than when you arrived

And after your visit, he would realize how nice it actually was. He might even find himself craving that same domesticity and relaxation at the oddest times

He knows how good it was for you and the kid. If you asked, he wouldn't even hesitate going to Karga and asking him for more time off work. If you wanted to go back to whatever planet you went to, he would take you there. However, he'd be open to new suggestions as well (as long as it's safe) and would go wherever you wanted

[sindri42]

Going back through Worm from the beginning after several years, I'm having Thoughts.

I always forget how much of a dick Brian was in the early days. How he would beat the crap out of Bitch when she did something contrary to the interests of the team, all the while ranting about how much he hates when she forces him to do this, how he knows he's acting like everything he hates most in the world but she isn't giving him any choice... that's like, textbook abuser talk. And how his first response when Taylor tried to walk away, or really whenever control of a situation starts to slip away from him, is to use his power to try to render everybody else in the room helpless with sensory deprivation. If the Undersiders had stayed under his command, if Skitter hadn't shown up and basically usurped him in a month, forcing him to learn how to not be in control, I'm kind of scared of how Aisha would have turned out. Brian would still have been better than his mom, maybe even better than his dad, but he would not have been anywhere near a good guardian or positive influence.

I always love how fast Bitch turned around. One week, she sees Skitter as a useless pussy, a waste of loot shares. The next week, she's taunting Arsmaster, a top level cape who just kicked the ass of her and all her dogs, about how the little girl with the bugs is going to take him down. She watched Taylor cut Lung's eyes out and just quietly realigned her entire worldview. From that moment on I don't think she ever questions whether or not Skitter can accomplish something, it's just a simple fact that when bug girl says she's gonna do something that thing is gonna happen.

Speaking of, is it wrong that I'm kinda disappointed that nobody ever did anything with Lung's eyes? Put 'em in resin or something, to bring out when you need a bonus to an intimidate check? It just feels like a bit of a waste to have a handful of fresh eyeballs from one of the most dangerous capes on the planet and then just throw them away.

It's also kind of a shame that Bakuda didn't live long enough to see what the rest of her arsenal was used for. Like, she's an objectively terrible person, and I'm glad she never got out of the birdcage, but she ought to at least have been able to watch on tv as her last few toys got thrown at Leviathan and the Slaughterhouse Nine.

Armsmaster initially comes across as a lot more reasonable and responsible than I remembered. Like, he takes credit for Taylor's accomplishment on her first night, but that seems to be honestly for her own safety since she's refusing to join any group that could protect her and there's no way she would have survived the ABB's reprisal on her own. If she'd been willing to join the Wards (as disastrous as that would have been with Sophia), he would have let her keep all the credit and just taken what kudos he could get for discovering her. He never puts too much pressure on her to fall in line either, informing her of the benefits of going legit but not pushing the issue and providing a bit of solid advice even if she wants to be independent. And even after she goes villainous, he gives her a huge amount of slack and extra chances. The first thing he did that I can really call him out on is grandstanding in the Leviathan fight, when he absolutely should have known better and got a bunch of other people hurt for his own glory; he had a little breakdown after being demoted I think, and an S-class threat showing up right then was just the worst possible timing.

Purity, on the other hand, is way less sympathetic than I remembered. The impression I'd had of her was primarily a victim, first of Kaiser's manipulation, indoctrination, and abuse, then hiding out in disgrace, then having everything she cares about taken away from her by Jack... but she casually murdered dozens if not hundreds of people for no fucking reason when Coil put her name on the news. Bakuda, for all her sadism and showmanship, had a body count of less than sixty; Purity slaughtered more than that in one night without feeling a thing. Not to mention that she was directly responsible for Hookwolf, Night and Fog... it's a good reminder that there's no such thing as a halfway decent nazi.

There's a lot of 'what if' scenarios around this story, little changes that would have made the whole thing play out very differently. A lot of these are not actually viable; if Taylor had taken Armsmaster up on his offer to join the Wards, for example, she would have seen Shadow Stalker out of costume and bailed immediately, probably diving into the villain life just as hard but without the initial conflicted feelings. But one of the most compelling fanfic scenarios to me is, what if Taylor had admitted what was going on to her dad instead of running away? He'd never have been comfortable with it, but I don't think he would have been capable of betraying her at that point... and his only other choice would be to do everything he could to put her in less danger, whether that was by information gathering from his contacts, or supplying hideouts, or even arranging some of his more reliable men from the Docks as loyal, competent minions. The man is a pillar of the community, and if she'd had that kind of support, things might have gone very differently for Skitter. And when she was in warlord mode, having somebody she could trust who was that in-tune with the needs of the community would have been a huge benefit for Brockton Bay.

Clockblocker deserved better. He saves the city from a nine megaton bomb, and what does he get? Spiders under his eyelids.

Brutus is such a good dog.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Stuck in 1903

Part Two

Masterlist

Summary: Damon and Bonnie had come to your rescue, or so you thought, but it is Kai’s every intention to get close to you again

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder, bad friendships, mentions of poison, swearing

Word Count: 2052

Find Part One Here

divider by @firefly-graphics

If the Other Side continued to exist, then you would be there rather than this subordinate prison world which had been designed for one bad witch. Kai's own kind feared him, you had experienced him mentally draining your energy, he was a chore to put up with, but he could do much more than that, you had learnt from Bonnie. He fed off magic, physically stealing it from bodies and items that harboured any of it, which had poisoned his mind to hunt for power. Your friends had informed you that he had murdered his siblings, well some of them anyway, and had attempted to do so to more of them. And now you knew, with supporting evidence, never to trust Malakai Parker.

Without Damon and Bonnie you had to resort to fending for yourself, which was not at all difficult since this version of Mystic Falls that you were trapped in was quite literally a ghost town. The forever enveloping silence was torture, though the method of ignorance had not been designed for you; it was all for Kai, and that unsettled you. There was one more thing that you had been dreading - the possibility that you could not escape from the remote isolation without the aid of the guest starring siphon himself. This hell was built to contain him for eternity, but now there was magic that he could use to his own advantage nearby.

Your cheek rested upon the side of your hand, mushing the flesh whilst your elbow was poised upon the countertop of the kitchen island in the Salvatore house. All of your concentration validated your deep thoughts, of which you were broken from as a plate was placed directly in front of you, a pancake decorated with chocolate chips and syrup to form a smiley face. Damon was the culprit as he threw a tea towel over his shoulder, expectedly looking at you.

"I'm not hungry." You informed the vampire, who simply frowned at your lack of an appetite. "I ate yesterday, which was technically today." Beneath the table, you crossed your ankles, as you earnt a sigh from your well aged friend; he clearly was not impressed by your behaviour. But you didn't know what he had expected from you, you had been trapped here for longer than you could remember, and alone until you had discovered the man that had been outcast by his own family. At the time you had not known of his murderous tendencies, and had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and you wouldn't like to admit it but you even missed him a little.

He was annoying and cocky, and withheld crucial information from you, though there was something that contradicted that all. Whenever any one of your friends had suffered the fate of death, they were always attempted to be brought back to life against the natural order of things. It made you wonder and doubt a little if they had even tried to resurrect you. In this separated reality, there was no jurisdiction so that you could know, though each time that either Damon or Bonnie looked at you, you could swear that there was guilt written in their gazes.

"Look I knew being stuck here with Kai must have fucked you up-" he should have bit his lip, his assumptions were anything but correct. And that was proven as you defensively darted out of your seat and jabbed your finger in his face, making him pivot his jaw back. There were many things that were 'fucked up', and supposing that you were one of them because you had died after sacrificing yourself to ensure that they all continued to live just didn't settle right with you. The context of the morbid situation did not help with condoning any reassurance at all, in fact, it gave a spine to your lack of faith in him and the others in the first place. Out of everyone, it was inherently worse to be here with Damon, all he had cared about was his precious Elena as well as himself, and after existing for well over a century, that was insurance that he was never going to change.

"It wasn't him who did that to me, it was roaming this damned place by myself, I had no one. And as crazy as it sounds, I think spending time with the notorious Malakai Parker helped me keep what was to spare of my sanity. If I'm not wrong, I may even say that I've found more being here than dealing with the bullshit y'all cause back home." Perhaps your words were a tad harsh, if Bonnie were in the room you were sure that she'd have a somewhat understanding of what you were saying. Though she was not, and thus you had to deal with the harshness of her best friend all by your lonesome. And it seemed that you had rattled him, apparently he couldn't handle the truth.

"Then why don't you run back to the sociopath? When we discovered that you were here, we found the pair of you attached to the hip anyways. And with him inside of you, I'd never seen you so darn happy, better here with him than tempting me to drink bleach from the way that you constantly complained when you were alive; I swear you were worse than Donovan." It was on your mind's own command for you to take a step back, and away from the toxin that Damon had so cruelly spat at you. Ans the way that he compared you to Matt made you angry; it was though he were ignoring that there were valid reasons for the blond to be the way that he was - after all, the monster before you had practically killed his sister. A laugh renegaded out from your mouth as you realised that you had been right all along, none of them cared. You were just a burden that stopped them from having a perfect life together. If this were a book, then this would be the beginning to your villain arc, and ironically enough Damon saw himself as one of the good guys. Now that was utterly ridiculous after every reckless thing that he had ever done!

"Have it your way then bloodsucker." All along, you should have trusted your guy, and from now on you knew that you would listen to it. And strangely enough, it was calling you to Kai, maybe it was because he was your last resort to escaping this imprisonment that had been meant for him alone. Turning on your heel, you heard Damon flop the towel down on the side and sigh, though you continued to walk, appeasing your better judgement elsewhere. "Wait." He tried to convince you to stay, belatedly understanding the mistake that he had made, but it was no use, you were already on your journey of getting as far away as possible from him.

The Mystic Grill, it remained to be familiar in your eyes as you entered. It was empty and void of drunken assholes and narcissists that you had wasted too much time on. The only person that you missed in the modern alternative was Matt Donovan, he was the only person that didn't treat you as though you were invisible or a nuisance. You wondered how he was coping with your absence, knowing him, he was probably relieved that Damon was gone. But you weren't, because he was here with you instead. Trailing your fingertips over the counter of the bar, out of the corner of your eye you saw a lonely glass of bourbon that was sat there as though it were lamenting you with mockery. You tried to hold your sentimental sob inside, but it was practically impossible. It tore through your body, bellowing out from your mouth as you stifled and fought through your tears.

A hand caressed the landscape of your back causing you to jump and flinch from the unexpected contact. One thing that you had learnt from evading and eventually experiencing the qualms of death, was that you could never be too careful. For no more than a second you had predicted that the intruder to your pity party was Damon, that he had followed you as you tried to distance yourself from him, but alas it was not, instead of being greeted by a fretless vampire, you were condemned by the sight of a powerless witch, of whom had purposely interjected your moment of cracked emotion and wore a brave smile for you. Wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves, you couldn't help but snap at him. "If you're here to finish what we started then tough luck Parker, you've been here long enough and you have two hands, figure something else out."

His tongue darted out to swipe at his own bottom lip, as he raised his hand, showcasing his offering to you. "I was only going to see if you wanted a pork rind, you look like you could use one." Sighing, you dug your hand into the pungent packet that was littered with dust and crumbs, retrieving a few treats for yourself as you placed them in your mouth. "And now should be when the poison kicks in..." With your hand, you gave him a little shove as you tolled your eyes at his homicidal comedy. "Come on, that was funny! I'm funny!"

"If you say so, there's not very many people around to give you an honest opinion." It was true, the only other human like lifeforms impartially close by were Damon and Bonnie, and well, you weren't going to scurry back to them anytime soon. "And if you had poisoned me, then you would know that I would be fine and dandy in not so long, It wouldn't make a difference if that wasn't the case either, I mean I'm already dead, what could be worse than that?" Kai looked at you with shock; he didn't know that about you, that you had actually suffered a final breath. Now he thought about it, the grand scheme of things he didn't know much about you in general, though he was prepared to learn. He had often found death to be fulfilling, satisfying even, but he'd never thought about its victims being so beautiful. Yet here you were before him, by chance the one force that could motivate and help him find a way out of this jarring hole of reaping misery.

"You're here, that's all that matters." As soon as those words fled from his lips he realised exactly what he had said, and a blush framed his features. "I um - that wasn't what I - you know, yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head at this new side that you were seeing of Malakai. His parents called him Malakai, of course he was going to become a killer, but right now you saw nothing more than an embarrassed boy whose skin had flushed as an affect of his own words. From your experience, everyone was either the killer or the killed - you two were one of each. Like ying and yang, you fit perfectly, it was a balanced divide that was settled on whichever rhythm played out in the air. And to correspond with that thought you walked over to the jukebox, a song beginning to play which made Kai want to cover his ears. "I hate this song." He told you; he really did, if he could murder it, he would without a doubt.

"Then don't listen, just dance with me." You extended your hands out to him, to which he begrudgingly reached for. And as he snapped his eyes open, he realised that was all a memory, and that goddamn song was still playing. All he could think about was you, he had seen how upset you had been to die, and yet you were gone again, and it was all down to your so called friends. One was standing before him as he sat in chains, imprisoned against a chair. "Are you here to punish me?" He asked Bonnie, wanting nothing more than shut his eyes and see your face again.

[levisgirll]

How about one where levi comforts his s/o on her birthday? She maybe doesn't feel as important or not good enough? My bday is actually coming up and im a bit anxious for it and i tend to cry on my birthdays for no reason, but now im feeling as if i have a reason to cry? idk but i just would like some fluff/comfort with levi bc i love him sm. Thank you!

𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

text: hello anon!! First of all thank you so much for your lovely request I would gladly write this up for you 🥺💕 and second HAPPY EARLY/LATE BIRTHDAY <3 I hope I am not too late and you get to see this post either on your birthday or before :,) I hope you have a lovely day filled with love and laughter cause everyone deserves that on their birthday 🥰 and also I hope this post somehow helps you go through with your bday and makes u feel perhaps less anxious or sad! I kind of felt like this on my last birthday but I went to read some fanfics and they kind of helped me out and made me smile so I hope that is the same case with you when you read what I wrote for you :,) also i made this modern au ahhhh

synopsis: it’s y/n’s birthday! He tries to make this day special as it is since he wants his s/o to realize that! Later he finds out that his s/o feels on this very day not that important and also tears up. As Levi discovers that, he does and says things only on your birthday that really made you surprised and on this day you felt extremely good and special y/n cries happy tears instead <3

comfort fluff, bit angst, a little bit suggestive (?), modern au ♡ —

Today is the day, and not any day but Levi's s/o birthday! He woke up extremely early for this day. He had already planned out what to do coming from a man who is pretty much organized and ahead of things you weren’t shocked to see him getting up quite early.

“Levi..?” Y/N said in such a soft and tired tone, it really warmed his heart. “Love...Happy birthday.” He would go near your ear and whisper that, then gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn't mean to wake you up...Go back to sleep.” He would say as he pushed your hair back gently that was laying on your face. You felt his warm fingertips brush against your cheek and you open your eyes slightly to look at your man, Levi that was up and putting his shirt on. You got up a bit reached out and pulled on the his shirt “Wait...don’t leave.”

He turned around quickly and looked at you, ‘Why does she sound uneasy....?’ He would wonder as he came closer to you and kissed on top of your head. “Silly, I’m not leaving or going anywhere. I’ll be in the kitchen so just rest a bit and I’ll wake you up later on, Hm?” Levi said with a smile, after the war and when you both left Paradise to start a life in the outside world, Levi started to smile more, laugh and be even more affectionate towards you and this warmed your heart. He promised you that he would protect you till the last days even if there was no war anymore and also....promised you to show you more love cause he deiced to spend the rest of his life with you, and he was in progress in doing that!

After a couple of hours, you felt a small rub on your shoulders. “Time to wake up birthday girl” He gave you a warm smile and helped you get out of your shared bed. You felt how gentle, and careful he was for you...he truly did cherish you and loved you a lot, you meant the world to Levi.

As you were brushing your teeth, Levi was brushing your hair and when he was done he would put his arms around your waist and kept kissing your neck until you were done and ready.

Your cheeks were red now and you had a shy look on your face. “Ha, Don't be shy with me Love, it’s just us alone.” He would say and softly rub your arms. “Let’s go then?” and you give him a nod and held on his hand.

When you both went downstairs, you gasped and was taken aback by what you saw. A beautiful breakfast that was set up and prepared for the both of you, a sack of pancakes with fruits that was cut by him, your favorite fruit juice, and there was a vase with a bouquet and you could see a card that was hidden in the beautiful flowers he picked out for you and it was written ‘Happy Birthday my Dearest’

“Wow, you did this for...me?” You would say while giving him a sad expression that almost broke his heart. “Who else?” He said with a sarcastic tone and pulled your hand towards the table. You and Levi enjoyed the breakfast and you both had a good morning filled with laughter.

“Sit down, I’m gonna clean the dishes” you nodded and went to sit on the coach. You then started to feel...a bit anxious? Y/N wondered how the rest of the day would go and you started to think if what Levi did was all worth it?

“Love, what's wrong?” Levi was quick to read your vibe, he approached you from behind, and sensed you were feeling perhaps down. “Nothing...”

“Yea I’m not gonna buy that, tell me....What’s wrong?” Y/N stood up slowly and was looking down, her hair was covering her face and that made Levi quickly go in front of her and held on her shoulders. Tears then started to roll down from your cheeks and Levi pulled you to his chest for a hug. “I-I don’t know why I’m tearing up! But I am feeling as if I have a reason to cry and I usually cry on my birthdays Levi...I’m sorry, it’s probably for nothing.”

“Why are you apologizing?” He hugged you tighter and then proceed to stroke your hair. “These feelings are completely normal, why apologize for it? But it’s okay you don’t need to explain why you are crying love.” Levi waited for y/n to calm down as he caressed her hair, and Y/N pulled her face away from his muscular chest and looked up at him. He gave a small smile to her and wiped her tears “Let’s....make those tears not for ‘nothing’ or for ‘no reason’ to be wasted, but instead let me make those tears a reason for you today. A reason that caused you to smile and laugh today.”

Levi was now looking at you in such a loving way, you could feel all his love, emotions, the way he caressed you, hugged you, touched your hair gently and now holding both of your hands, it warmed your heart. He was indeed a man who was really mature, and has a great deal of empathy towards Y/N. Levi understood your feelings cause of the deep love he had for you. “You are important to me, okay? So, let me make those tears....happy tears instead.”

After a while, Levi told you to get dressed up and ready because he was going to take you somewhere. You both left your apartment that you both shared at the moment and walked down the street, while Levi tightly holding your hand and on the other hand he was carrying a brown paper carrier bag which had something in it. “What’s inside?” “A surprise.”

Later did you know, you both reached a huge garden park and you saw a group of people that you recognized. Your friends! “Everyone!”

As soon as Hanji hear you, Hanji came running towards you and hugged you tightly which was then followed by Jean, Mikasa, Armin and the rest all wishing you a happy birthday!

You then spotted Onyankopn, Falco and Gabi preparing the huge picnic filled with a variety of delicious food and then Levi brought out the cake which he designed and baked just for you.

The whole afternoon was spent with your loved one, friends and you all had such a great time, playing some card games, tennis which Jean and Connie that they brought along with them. You were packed with so many gifts too, and Levi was holding on to your waist and hand the whole time and would sneak in some kisses on your cheek when no one would look. Hanji then talked about how your relationship was going and Levi would suddenly talk really highly of you, and pamper about you then he would mention all of the times you meant a lot to him and he cherished.

The sun started to set and everyone was heading to leave, and Levi held on your hand and you both went to see the sunset while sitting on the bench. You found the sunset really beautiful, but to Levi he thought you were more prettier. He held on your hand and then said while focusing on your eyes “You know...When you are not around, I always crave for your touch. You just make me feel good so I always find myself a chance to hold your hand constantly.” Before you could say anything, he gave you a box that was wrapped with a ribbon. “Open it.” Your eyes widen when you saw the gift, it was Rose Gold Watch and it looked rather expensive but extremely charming. He went closer to you and brought your wrist closer and wore the watch for you. “I knew this would suit you.” Levi smiled again and looked at you, tears were now forming on your eyes but this time...it was happy tears and you gave him a big smile that really warmed his heart. “Thank you Levi, I really love you...” He went closer to you and kissed your cheek which washed away the tears that was rolling down. “I love you more....And didn't I say I would make that happy tears today, Hm? But we aren’t done, your birthday did not end yet”

After you both reached home, you both went to the bedroom and you started to change into your comfy silk nightgown, while Levi took of his shirt and was only...wearing his joggers? ‘Wait...He would only do that if he is in the mood’ You thought as you started to blush slightly.

“Lev-” Your words were taken aback when Levi suddenly embraced you and kept his face in your neck while bring his arms around your waist. “Can...I make you feel good tonight? I want to make your birthday memorable....just for today.”  It was more of a whisper when he said it, and you managed to hear it all even though you could feel his heart beating fast.

Your face was now red, you could feel his back muscle tense up and the detail of it as you caressed his back. You nodded, which Levi sensed and acknowledged, but asked again. “I need to hear your answer love.” He was now looking at you and he held on your shoulders, waiting for a response and he would not let you go until you answered. “Yes Love” You said with certainty and looked back at him which he suddenly blushed with you how you responded. Levi did had a tough and strong personality from the outside, but when it came to moments like these he was really soft and usually shy but tonight he wanted to try his best for you, cause you meant the world to him.

He picked you up and you could feel his biceps around you which you held on as he gently laid you on top of the bed, with Levi being on top of you. He leaned in closer and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Oi! I can be romantic…So why are you giving me that look?” He said with a smirk and that made you laugh. “Hmm...Prove it then.” You challenged him and that made his ego boost up. He proceeded to kiss all over your face which made you giggle as some of them tickled, and then he stopped and reached the edge of your lips which made both of you open your eyes and gazed into each other, both feeling the affection and attraction. “Shit...it drives me crazy when you look at me that way.” He went and kissed your lips, it was soft, slow and very passionate...you could feel all of his love in that kiss as you held on his biceps while his arms where between you for support.

“Where....else do you want me to kiss you?” He moved closer to you as he whispered near your ear, you felt his hot breathe which made you shiver. “A-Anywhere..” You were a blushing mess right now, but you weren't alone your boyfriend Levi’s face was redder than yours.

“O-Okay....Y/N I’m gonna make sure tonight you feel loved tonight, and I want you to focus right now how good you are and how wonderful you are.” As he said that, your face was burning up, ‘what made Levi say this all?’ you wondered.

He came closer to your neck, and was kissing it...you held on to him and hugged his chest, and he was doing it gently. This then left a small hickey on your neck and he was surprised as it was kind of dark.

“I will leave this mark on you so you can remember my love tonight, and know that you are always in my thoughts Y/N” He brought his hand and caressed your cheek which you held on, “And...when its gone, I’m here to give you another one.”

Perhaps, in the days you cry, there would be sad days, but today was a special day which was your birthday, and that not only gave you any tears but instead happy tears which was cause of Levi giving you the warmest/sweetest comfort and love throughout the whole day and especially the whole evening. You really did love Levi Ackerman.

well i hope you enjoyed this! I tried something new and I really see levi doing this for his s/o especially in days where he wants to make them feel loved and he really tries his best to comfort them <3 I hope you loved this anon and you get to see this and also if anyone else did please leave a like or a reblog! ♡

[thehaitanis]

𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔷𝔲, 𝔯𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔫𝔞

❮★❯ summary: how will sanzu haruchiyo, haitani ran and kurokawa izana react to seeing a wall full of their pictures?

❮★❯ warnings: my bad writing.

❮★❯ disclaimer: english is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

the moment he found out was probably when you invited him to your house, asking him to wait for you in your room while you grabbed something to eat. he’ll be very careful when entering your room, closing the door as quietly as he can only to come face to face with the mural you have of him. there’s even pictures of his face without the mask! when did you take them?

sanzu will just stand there, looking at all the pictures of his face staring directly back at him. he’ll be so focused on examining them that he won't hear you come in until you ask him what’s wrong.

he’ll act accordingly to your reaction so, let’s say you get embarrassed and try to push him to another part of your room, he’ll be as ashamed as you, quickly moving and pretending like he just didn’t watch a complete wall with his face on it. there will be a few moments of awkward silence before he asks you why you have so many pictures of him, especially a lot in where he is not wearing his mask. he’ll feel weirded out about it but wouldn’t ask you to take them down because he can see just how hard you worked to put everything together.

you’ll proceed to explain to him the reason why you put so many pictures of him on your wall, making him feel even more embarrassed of your decision. i think that sanzu is the type to get shy but not because he thinks he’s ugly or something like that, no, he’ll feel ashamed because it is just really weird to have someone, let alone his partner, tell him all kinds of compliments when he’s not really used to them. it wouldn’t be bad, but it would take him a lot of time to get used to seeing himself first thing when entering your room.

ran would definitely be surprised at first, but other than his initial shock, i don't think he would feel weird or bad about seeing himself in your room. it was a nice surprise to him discovering just how much effort you put into making a mural dedicated to him with pictures he either took with you, or moments where he didn’t notice you were close.

this guy would find incredibly adorable the fact that you like him and his face so much, asking you just when you took some of the pictures because even if he has an eye on you everytime you’re together in public, his attention tends to constantly shift between you and other things he has to worry about. he wouldn’t let the opportunity to tease you go, asking if you also carry with you pictures of him.

he’ll get even more smug if you get embarrassed while trying to explain yourself, however, ran will use the chance to hold you in a tight hug, fixing your hair and telling you that he’ll gladly be your model whenever you want. also, don’t go thinking he wouldn’t do something similar to demonstrate that he’s also in love with your features because even if he won’t carry pictures of you with him, ran will probably have an earring or a necklace with your initials on it.

after that, ran will ask you to take more pictures of him, doing all kinds of poses just so you would have enough material to choose from and he, more reasons to brag in front of rindou.

he probably found out by mere casualty, going into your room to look for something you asked him to bring to you only to end up forgetting it after seeing all the pictures on your wall. the shock that seeing himself so many times gave him was enough to leave izana completely speechless. when did you do that? from where did you get those pictures and, more importantly, why would you do that? it was difficult for him to understand the reason why you wanted to collect so many pictures of himself but with you calling his name from the first floor, the answers to his questions had to wait for a bit longer.

at first izana wouldn’t know how to react, choosing to let the subject go until he could ask you in private but it would be obvious just how curious he was and, using the first moment he got to be with you alone, he didn’t waste time. izana’s questions might have come out a bit harsh, but don’t worry, he was just trying to understand the reason behind it all and once you explained to him that you just wanted to show how much you liked him, he will immediately calm down.

after that, he would get used to you putting his pictures on the wall and will actually like the pictures, complimenting you on your skills and asking if you perhaps liked to take pictures of other things. he’ll show genuine interest if you happen to like photography and would be honored to be your model if you asked him to.

overall and only after you reassure him enough, izana would be okay with you having pictures of him on your wall. they will make him feel special.

❮★❯ requests are: closed!

[nightshade-minho]

-Sleep? What’s that?-

Warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, master kink, praise, breeding kink, mentions of cheating, light exhibitionism, roommates au. jisung makes an appearance.

Word Count: 1.7k

Seungmin couldn't take one more second of this torture.

This was the fourth consecutive night where he lay awake, your moans gracing his ears and leaving him with blue balls.

It wasn't like you were being very loud...the walls were a little too thin in this apartment ever since he'd moved in. Even his headphones couldn't quite mask the sound of your moans right. He tossed and turned in bed, the fact that this was going to be yet another sleepless night making him grumble in frustration.

Usually, after you masturbated, you'd turn right around and go to sleep. However, a room away, Seungmin found it terribly difficult to fall asleep...the raging boner he was usually left with made sure of that. In the mornings, he'd always consider bringing it up...he prided himself in his straightforwardness, but somehow when it came to you, all that was thrown out of the window.

It didn't help that you looked especially cute in the mornings...all messy hair and blushy cheeks, clad in your soft pyjamas and bunny slippers.

He sighed, covering his ears. At that very moment, you let out a whimper that sounded so heavenly, that Seungmin just couldn't take it anymore.

He threw the covers off, standing up and walking over to your room quickly.

He threw the door open. You screamed as you scrambled to cover yourself with the blankets, pulling your fingers out of your pussy.

"Seungmin, what the fu-"

"Shhh." He said irritably. "It's 2:30. Let's not wake all the neighbours up."

You sputtered in disbelief, clearing your throat. "I...um, please don't barge into my room like that...you woke me up so suddenl-"

"Cut the bullshit. I know what you're doing in here, Y/n. In fact, I've known for the past four days. Either stop, or choose another time to do it. One that doesn't prevent me from getting my valuable hours of sleep."

"I..." your cheeks heated up, as you adjusted the covers. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. You're like a 13 year old girl who discovered how to touch herself for the first time. It's all you've been doing."

You felt the embarrassment heat up your cheeks as you finally looked up at him.

Wait.

Your eyes landed on the bulge in his sweatpants, making you let out a loud gasp. Was that a boner?

Seungmin flinched at the sound, following your gaze to his pants. He rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic about it. When you're forced to be exposed to someone's moans for hours on end, this is what happens."

You rubbed at your flushed cheeks, unable to believe that this was actually happening.

Somehow, though...the embarrassment and humiliation you were feeling was slowly drifting into arousal as he continued glaring at you. You opened your mouth and then closed it, wondering if you should just say it.

"What? Spit it out."

You remained silent. Slowly you moved the blankets off of you, Seungmin raising an eyebrow as you did so.

"Wow. You've gotten bold."

His eyes slowly travelled from your face to your soaking pussy, bared to him. Unable to hide the small groan under his breath, Seungmin decided to throw all caution to the wind as he climbed onto the bed.

"What do you want, hm, princess? Don't you think this is a little too slutty, even for you?" He chuckled. As another second of silence passed, Seungmin's smile slowly disappeared.

"I can't read your mind, slut. Speak up, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Your eyes widened. "Um, I'm sorry. I...I want you."

"You do, huh? How exactly do you want me?"

"In any way. Please, I just feel so sexually frustrated and I haven't had a good orgasm in months." You whine, pouting at him.

"Fine. All you want is an orgasm, right? I'll help you get yourself off. Acting like a fucking bitch in heat." He mumbled under his breath, moving further up your bed before grabbing you, pulling you onto his lap.

You looked down at him, the arousal making your whole body feel hot. You couldn't believe you were going to fuck your roommate. It felt a little wrong, but to be honest, you didn't really care.

His eyes slowly travelled from your face to your pussy, narrowing as he felt your wetness soak through the material of his sweatpants.

"Fuck, you're a little whore, aren't you?"

You sighed softly as he grabbed your hips, forcing you to grind down on him. He groaned under his breath at the feeling, lifting you up slightly to pull down his sweatpants.

You gulped as you noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear, letting out a small squeal as he pulled you down, letting the head of his cock brush up against your folds.

"We don't even need any foreplay, do we? That little wet cunt is dripping and ready for my cock~"

You nodded desperately, swallowing as he smirked, his grip on your waist becoming rougher as he slammed you down onto him suddenly, a guttural moan escaping you at the action.

The sudden intrusion rendered you speechless as you gripped his shoulders, your eyes clenching shut. His gaze softened a little as he observed your expression.

"Aww, looks like the little baby isn't used to being stuffed with cock like this? That's okay, darling." His grip on you tightened as he stood up suddenly, taking you over to your window and pressing you up against it. "From now on, you're my little whore and I'm going to teach you just how to be a good cocksleeve for your master, okay?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he started thrusting into you, lips attaching to your neck. The moonlight washing over his face made him look so ethereal. He couldn't possibly be human. As his thrusts grew sharper, you were struggling to keep your eyes open, but you knew you had to. You wished you could stare at his beautiful face forever.

"Can't speak, darling?" He cooed, lips trailing down from your neck to your collarbone. He pulled down a strand of your top and started marking you up, leaving soon-to-be bruises all over your chest.

"That's alright. I know I'm fucking you dumb." He pouted at you, fake sympathy filling his face. "It's alright."

He looked down at the spot where you were connected, the sight of your pussy sucking in his cock drawing a grunt out of him. "Fuck...you're a good girl, aren't you? Taking in my cock so well."

The validation was all you craved. You mewled softly, your eyes big and needy as you clenched around his length, letting him know you were close. His hips stuttered as he realized he was nearing his high.

Seungmin narrowed his eyes suddenly as he looked past you. He brought his hand up to grab your cheek, moving it to the side and forcing you to look outside.

"Isn't that the dude you were seeing? Why's he here?"

Your eyes widened as you saw the figure holding a bouquet in his hands, dawdling about in front of your building. Jisung.

"Fuck- I broke up with him ages ago when he cheated on me. Why's he- oh fuck, Seungmin, right there-"

"Shh." He placed a finger on your mouth to silence you. "I'm your master now, baby. And listen to me..." He frowned as he recalled all the times Jisung had been a dick to you, cheating on you multiple times and being a general ass. Yet you always went back to him, falling for his feeble apologies. Not this time. Seungmin was tired of watching from the sidelines. He couldn't let you get your heart broken again.

"...you're not getting back together with him. You need to show this dick that you're over him, once and for all." He growled, watching as the man below entered the building.

"Seu- I mean, M-master..." You whined as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. " We should stop- he's going to be here any second now- fuck!" You cried out as his cock relentlessly abused your pussy, making you moan incoherently.

Seungmin's ears perked up as he heard the doorbell ring, a smirk growing on his face. "Ah, finally. Now baby, what do you say to getting rid of that bastard once and for all?"

You couldn't respond, letting out a breathless whimper as Seungmin peeled you away from the window, still fucking up into you as he walked through your apartment to the front door. You didn't have the strength to protest anymore, your face buried in his shoulder as your ears registered the sound of him opening the door.

Seungmin found himself relishing the pure shock on Jisung's face. Fuck, he wanted to take a picture of his expression. This was what the asshole deserved.

"Sorry, Han. Get it through your thick-headed skull- she deserves better than you."

Seungmin aimed a particularly rough thrust right at your sweet spot at that very moment, and you keened, your orgasm washing over you so suddenly and solidly, you were almost blown away. The man let out a groan at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, his own high approaching rapidly.

"I think it's safe to say her taste in men has evolved." Seungmin said apologetically, slamming the door on Jisung's shell shocked face.

He pressed you up against the door, pounding into you as he chased his orgasm.

"Ah...I'm going to cum in you sweetheart- fuck, my good little princess, aren't you?"

You nodded slightly, your body weak. You could barely formulate a thought, let alone a sentence as Seungmin rammed into you, his cock feeling like heaven itself.

"That's right. And you'll always be my baby, my angel...shit- I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Maybe you’ll have my babies. How does that sound?" Seungmin hissed as he stared at your fucked out face, falling over the edge as he came, painting your walls white.

He collapsed against you, slowly dragging the two of you down to the floor in exhaustion.

You opened your mouth, a million words resting on the tip of your tongue as you stared at Seungmin, his breathing rough as he came down from his high. His fingers brushed against your entrance as he pulled out, pushing his cum back into you. “Now, now. Wouldn’t want to waste any of it...” He mumbled, lifting his finger to your mouth for you to suck. His gaze was soft as he gathered you close to him, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he shushed you.

"You don't have to talk now, baby, it's fine." He stood up shakily, taking you to his room and laying you on the bed. He got in with you and spooned you, kissing the crook of your neck.

"You're mine, from now on." He whispered, stroking your skin as he nuzzled closer.

"Only mine."

[captainstarkky]

Hi I absolutely love all your analyses of DAYS... I've saved them all. Just to keep re reading them♥️

I had a question.... In the first episode the truck of doom was about to kill DK and MM stopped time and saved her in exchange for her agreeing to the contract. Did he intentionally send the truck to make her agree or if she hadn't made the doom wish was she fated to die in an accident. MM says the deity was on his side too. I don't understand that. When DK asks for fair terms he brings back the truck and she agrees. I don't know if this makes any sense. I hope you can shed some light on it...

Thanks 💕

Hello CHINGU!

Thanks for reading my write-ups. It makes me happy that some people are interested in them.

Well, if there's anything, I would be very happy to try to answer it for y'all.

But then again a little disclaimer; everything that you will read below are all my opinions and rambles about my own understanding of the drama. You are entitled to your own opinion if you have other thoughts of the drama DAYS of course. Now, if you’re open, then let’s go and proceed!

But first, allow me to summarize what actually happened during that scene.

To those people who haven't started watching the whole drama yet, it's actually like this.

Dongkyung was diagnosed with a very aggressive brain cancer.

On the same day, she was confronted by her boyfriend's (the one who doesn't know how to spell MANNER) wife who was also pregnant at that time.

Then his boss also scolded her - nah, her boss was only being a jerk who doesn't believe in gender equality.

Then we get to discover that it was her parents’ anniversary.

Because of the heat of the moment, she wished Myul Mang - world's doom.

So going back to our break down...

Because it was Myul Mang's birthday anyway, he was given a chance to grant someone's wish for a day.

Because of the nature of the wish, of course Myul Mang would choose to grant the wish that would be easier for him to grant. (Uhm. Incidentally, someone did wish for that)

So he barged in Dongkyung’s apartment.

He tried to convince her to make a wish for the doom of the world because she’s way much more privileged to do so in exchange of an easy death - basically a death without pain.

Of course, as bad-ass as she can be, she considered him a psycho and just plainly rejected him just like that.

And then we’re now on the truck scene.

The truck!

This scene is so nostalgic.

Anyway, before anything else, I would like to clear dsdsthat we should not take calls or text while driving. Either you are driving a normal car or a truck or a motorcycle, do not play around with anything and focus your eyes on the road.

But to answer the question imposed to me - since it specifically says from the first episode - this scene isn’t brought by Myul Mang; this happened naturally as the sun sets in the west and rises from the east. Dongkyung was just in a wrong place and a wrong time.

Her cancer just acted out randomly as it should be. In the middle of the road. While Myul Mang was on the other side.

Does Myul Mang know it will happen?

Yes he does.

But did he send out the truck there?

No he did not. 

As evidenced with Myul Mang actually saying that 'the deity is on my side'

Besides, it’s the road so it is normal to see trucks in there in every minute of everyday.

But did Myul Mang used it to his favor?

Of course he did. I mean, he wouldn’t waste the deity’s favor. He used it as a bargain - in short, a coercion. In the brink of death, of course he knew she would accept it either way - because he also knew how she really feels by then. That in reality she did not want to die.

Also a give-away. This is the reason why on the next episodes, he’s constantly asking her what she feels because he can’t hear her anymore. It is because of 2 reasons. (1) out of concern and (2) to know if she changed her perspective about death.

Well, in all actuality, he didn’t just do it to save her. He made himself known. He was basically trying to show off. YES, he was actually trying to show off.

Though it was rational on his part. I mean, the girl didn’t even believe his capabilities at first even if he literally appeared in her dreams and in her office. That actually left him with no other choice.

But if you question referred to is on Episode 2; then the narrative will change in a different level.

On the next episode however, Myul Mang deliberately brought back the same scene - not to show off but to assert dominance of the relationship.

But before that, during that time, they already were in the contract.

Dongkyung was traumatized because of the previous scene rendering her unable to cross the street and Myul Mang arrived to hold her hand. And then they came to a stand-off where Dongkyung asked Myul Mang what could happen if she dies without wishing the world’s doom.

This was the scene in Episode 2 when he brought the exact scene back to Dongkyung's consciousness. It was to instill fear to the poor little Dongkyung because he was a actually a bit pissed off.

Aside from being called a fraud - which is really annoying -, Dongkyung was giving the vibe like she don't want to follow by the contract rules (I explained the circumstances below). So he went and asserted his dominance instead.

He basically threatened her.

It’s quite normal. Even though I don’t support it and he changed towards the end anyway but it is his way to make her do his bidding and he wanted to get the contract over with as soon as possible - he’s not the type of deity who would want to laze around humans after all. If it wasn’t because of Sonyeonshin and his damn birthday, anyway, he won’t do any of that things.

And regarding the fair terms Dongkyung asked for...

In this scene, I would say that she should’ve known better. Contracts with deities and gods almost/always end up in total failure - that’s been recorded, stamped and sealed through history, and even if it’s fictional, as an editor she should’ve known.

Plus, Myul Mang already introduced himself properly to her. He’s the cause of death and destruction. And she made a contract with that kind of deity, knowing full well what he was capable off. I think it’s only normal that if she doesn’t follow whatever the rules and terms of the contract, Myul Mang would do anything to equalize whatever he did to Dongkyung.

She can’t just smooch off Myul Mang and his powers only to die without doing his bidding right? I think the threat was just in equal terms.

Okay, okay. Before any misunderstanding could happen between us; allow me to clear up this part as to why Dongkyung was angry at Myul Mang.

When Dongkyung and Myul Mang agree on the contract, the terms was not clearly laid out. It was partially because Myul Mang was in a hurry (he was going to the prison coz the guy he was punishing was going to take his own life. And if he does, then he cannot punish him anymore) - and so the contract has been established without proper terms.

In a sense, Dongkyung was right. But if you look at it in another point of view, she can be wrong as well.

It’s actually a lesson, not only for Dongkyung but to everyone.

Do not agree to contracts without reading the whole terms and conditions written in the contract.

Specify your terms first before signing a contract.

Might as well, not make any contracts with shady people.

But if it’s as good looking as Myul Mang, please do. Just don’t call him blasphemous names - like fraud or swindler.

So I hope I was able to answer your question(s). 

[mariana-oconnor]

So, I love your fic(s) Lost and Found // The Wolves of Timely. Clint's hope for Barney, his guilt, Bucky's terror at being injected, all so beautifully written

But I was wondering, how do you go about writing such a long fic?

And if you outline your fics at all, do you look at your outline and go 'this'll be 50k words' or whatever or what?

Thank you! I'm so glad you like that fic. I love werewolves, and that fic was really interesting to write.

Oh boy. This is a weird one because the way I've done this kind of thing has changed so much over the years and I'm still in a place where sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't and there's really very little rhyme or reason to when my brain decides that 'yes, this is good' and 'no, I can't'.

I've been doing Nanowrimo for years. Since... 2002? I think? Maybe 2003. Either way, it's been a long time. And while I haven't always won it, I have always tried. And in the beginning, I just started writing and whatever came out came out and that was that. Because when I first started writing, planning stories out just took all the joy of writing out of them for me. I wrote to discover the story, and if I'd already planned it then there was nothing to discover. I still sometimes find that planning something out makes it bore me when I actually come to write it. But I have got significantly better at finding interest in the smaller details, and constructing scenes, sentences and characters. There is a joy in finding the exact right phrase to convey your meaning. The perfect phrase is an elusive beast, but when you find it...

I know some people who use the Snowflake method, or plan every single scene and just... really go hard on the planning. I cannot do that. My mind rebels. There is no quicker way for me to kill my love of a story than to overplan it. Having said that, I do now plan, and in a lot more detail than I used to.

BUT that's not what you actually asked. You wanted to know how I now go about planning fic, particularly long fic. Sadly Lost & Found was planned on a past computer, so I don't have my initial files to hand, or I'd give you examples from that. But here's a sort of description of my 'method'. (Inverted commas because any individual project might have all, none, or some of these steps.)

(Under a read more because this got loooooong).

The Basic Premise

The general method of planning that I've sort of constructed over the year is I start by just... writing out the basic premise and then expanding it. I just type it, or write it longhand if that's easier at the time. It's not exactly a summary. It's more...

OK, for an example, I'll copy in one of the ones I did for a recent Tumblr ficlet:

SO - Another sort of college age fic. Bucky’s been trying to ask Clint out but Clint is oblivious so somehow, when they’re all drunk, the subject of lapdances comes up and it turns out Bucky actually did learn how to lapdance once, from this online course, but he broke up with that SO before he actually did it. They sort of dare him to do it - otherwise it’s a waste of talent, right. And Natasha suggests Clint, as he’s the only unattached person there or something. It’s hella awkward and Clint’s all like ‘No thanks’ and things get… even more awkward.

Clint sends a message to Bucky by accident - to the wrong chat? He thinks he’s deleted it in time, because it’s about how Natasha is the worst friend because now he can’t stop thinking about Bucky… gyrating, or something like that. Bucky has seen it, though, and he gets Natasha to let him in one night and he just… there’s the lapdance and there’s the threat of handcuffs or something. And Natasha sends a text that she’s not coming back until tomorrow and they’re welcome.

I was working that all out as I went along. It's pretty much stream of consciousness. Because this was a short fic and I had a clear prompt, this is a lot more coherent than they usually are. Often I'll just have questions in capital letters in the middle of them, like "BUT WHY IS CLINT EVEN ON THE CRUISE?" or "HOW DID BUCKY KNOW ABOUT THAT??!?!", where I know where I want the plot to go, but I don't know how to get it there. This flags the earliest plot holes that I can see them and also means that when I'm stumped I don't stop writing, I just write down the question that's stumping me and keep going with the plot. Sometimes I answer the question in the next line, sometimes I go 'fuck it' Future!me can answer the questions. Current me is just throwing stuff at the wall to see what sticks.

Often there will also be things like "NO, Natasha knows before that, of course she does." and then I backpedal with an instead or something.

With some of my longer fic, I write multiple of these stream of consciousness things, because there are sticking points that I just can't get my head around. I come at it from different angles. "WHAT IF Bucky actually is from an alternate universe?" idk. Sometimes I end up just writing swear words. I try not to call myself an idiot because Postive Mental Attitude and all that, but I will not deny that I occasionally just type long screams.

Is this helpful? This doesn't feel helpful.

But anyway, that's step one. Write down premise and try to mould it into some sort of mutant zombie plot. Include all the awkward, dumb questions and comments.

Step-By-Step

Step 2, is where things get more ordered, but they're still pretty vague.

This is where I list things from the plot. Roughly in order of when they should happen, but not necessarily. Sometimes I do this in an excel/google sheet, sometimes at the start of the document I'm writing in. (I do try to delete this before my betas get into the file).

So I have this list - it might be numbered or bullet points, or every 'plot point' in a different cell in Excel. I call them plot points, but that's not necessarily true. If there's a snippet of dialogue in my head, then I put that in. If there's just a scene or an action I know has to happen. I didn't do this for the ficlet I mentioned above, because I didn't need to, that plot summary was enough. I did do this for my Cap-Ironman Big Bang last year - The Highwayman's Baronet.

That fic ended up at 125k, the longest thing I have ever written, and my step-by-step plot summary had 34 'plot points' on it. Here are a few:

10. Steve decides to become a highwayman to uncover the secret of the inn.

11. Informal meetings between Tony and Steve. Tony and the piano!

12. Obadiah and Steve are not fond of each other

13. There is a highwayman, Tony is intrigued

14. Steve sketches the landscape.

15. Balls. There are balls. Of course there are. This is a Regency drama. Netherfield hall is let at last, mama

16. Indries Moomji is introduced. At a ball? Probably?

17. Highwayman Steve is always a gentleman. Holds up Tony’s carriage. Tony chases after him. Steve is more daring behind the mask. Kiss to the hand.

As you can see, most of these are pretty vague. "Obadiah and Steve are not fond of each other" doesn't tell me any specifics, but it does tell me that I need to add in at least one scene where this is evident, preferably more than one. Ideally, every time the two of them share a scene together, this should be the subtext behind every one of their interactions.

Other things like "Steve sketches the landscape" are pretty specific scenes, but not plot related. In the end, that did tie in with the plot (which actually surprised me), but at the point when I was writing this, I was just 'Steve draws, a scene where he sits and broods regency style while sketching would be cool'. Likewise "Tony and the piano!" makes little sense to anyone but me, but I knew that I wanted the piano in Steve's house, and in particular Tony's playing of it to be important thematically and symbolically.

As I get closer to the end of the fic, I know fewer details about what's going to happen, so the bullet points tend to get... weird and more vague. I have one bullet point that is "Tony goes investigatin'" and another that finishes with "SHOCK GASP HORROR".

I don't tend to take my planning process very seriously. Don't get too precious over your plan.

Estimating Word Count

Particularly if I'm writing for a challenge, I doing my step-by-step list in a spreadsheet, so I can add a column called "estimated word count" or "EWC", and then, based on what I know of my writing, I estimate to the nearest 1000 or 500 words how long I think each of my plot points will be. I am usually wrong. I go by a rule of thumb that a standard, none climactic or pivotal scene for me is around 2000 words, a climactic scene is roughly 5000 words and other things I sort of... guess. This is almost always wrong. Things are longer or shorter. But this isn't meant for me to stick to, it's just so I can see roughly how long the fic might be.

When I'm doing this, the plot points do tend to be more specific, as well. The vaguer ones I try to work into actual scenes or merge into other points so I can get a better estimate.

When I was about 40k into The Highwayman's Baronet I did a separate spreadsheet of "Scenes left to write". Because I was already writing it, I had a better handle on where things were going, and I estimated there was about 74k left, which was actually roughly correct. Go me!

Honestly, most of the time, with estimating word counts, I horrendously underestimate. The number of times I have sent someone a message saying 'This was only meant to be 5k and now it is 20k and I'm only halfway through! Help me!', well... It's a lot. I find that I want to add in scenes to illustrate character development and especially with slow burn you need to add in more scenes to establish the relationship (often my beta reader will suggest adding in even more scenes to do this. Beta readers are great). Estimating word count is hard. Sometimes you start out with something you think will be 50k and every scene is shorter than you think, sometimes the other way around. Experience has made me better at guesstimating, but there's no real science to it. Sorry.

Actually Writing

The important part of planning is remembering that if I don't stick to the plan, no one's going to arrest me or go 'ANA! How dare you take a fifteen thousand word detour into Clint's tragic childhood?! This wasn't in your plan!'

The plan is there for me, in case I get lost. The important part of the writing is to enjoy it. My rule of thumb is that if I'm bored writing a scene, I can't expect the reader to enjoy reading it. This isn't always the case, but something that's fun to write is far more likely to be fun to read.

This means that if I find myself writing something from the plan and every word feels flat and I just want this scene to be over, please when will it end? I do one of two things. I either jump to a scene from the plan that excites me, and come back to work out why that earlier scene wasn't working for me at a later date (sometimes it's because it's the wrong scene entirely. Sometimes I need to write it from a different POV, sometimes I need to drop it as a scene entirely and just write a sentence or a paragraph to cover what happened and move on). OR, just have something happen. Something off script. Something weird and crazy.

In Lost & Found, from what I remember, I never intended Wanda and Pietro to show up. I just wrote in a coyote because I was bored of 'Clint works on fixing up the B&B', and that... turned into Wanda and Pietro's entire subplot. Often, when you're writing you'll write yourself the answers to questions you haven't even thought to ask yet without realising it. Or you'll come to a scene later on and you'll be thinking 'But how do I get him out of this?' and you realise that the throwaway comment you wrote six thousand words ago is actually foreshadowing for this very moment.

So, I guess, what I'm trying to say is plan, but the plan?

It's more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules.

And then sometimes I don't plan at all, I just have a clear idea of a scene in my head and I start writing and see where it goes. Those times are some of the best. It's like my own personal adventure into the unknown.