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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Persuading the Innocent

Part 3 of the fall of the queen story. So I don't know how this piece became as long as it did. I had fun writing it, so there's that. I hope you like it, and thank you for reading it!

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Umji x Eunha x Sinb x M reader

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“Mr. President, I am telling you that we can’t allow this to continue any longer; we must take disciplinary action.”

“I understand what you’re saying, Ms. Yewon, but we have no evidence of them doing what you’re claiming, so unless you manage to bring any in, we have our hands tied and can’t take this any higher.”

Kim Yewon, also known as Umji, takes her things and storms out of the president of the student union’s meeting room. She grumbles to herself about getting that evidence. Umji would spend the next few days scouting the areas that you, Eunha, and SinB usually went through. While the three of you went about your day, Umji would be watching from afar, trying to get pictures to prove her accusations against you. Those accusations against you were indecent exposure and corruption of the student body. The first one was spot on, but the second was debatable for you. While you wouldn’t know this information until later, Eunha and SinB quickly figured out that someone was watching. On one of the days that you were away from them, they lured Umji into a secluded area of the school to catch her. Heading down one of the lonely hallways of the school, the two girls duck out of sight of Umji as they turn the corner. Umji was unaware that she was being lured into a trap. As she turns the corner, Umji is grabbed by the two girls. Covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming, they take her back to SinB’s room and toss her onto the couch.

SinB starts the interrogation, “So Umji, why have you been following us? Don’t try to deny it. We already know you’ve been following us.”

Umji stays silent as she sits on the couch. Eunha takes a seat next to her. “Don’t be shy; you can tell us.”

Umji’s silent resistance irks the two as they continue to try and get an answer from her. After a while, SinB tells Eunha to get the bottle.

“What’s the bottle?” These are Umji’s first words to the girls, mild concern in her voice.

“It’s just something to loosen you up a bit. Eunha and I have been using it recently whenever we have some fun with our master.” SinB’s smirk unsettles Umji as Eunha returns with an unmarked spray bottle. “Why don’t you take a deep breath?” SinB asks as she spritzes Umji with the contents of the bottle. Umji smelled the sickly sweet scent of the spray as she breathed it in. It wasn’t like she could hold her breath forever after all. SinB puts an arm around Umji, and her other hand grips Umji’s thigh, slowly making its way under her skirt. Eunha sits on the other side of Umji, turning Umji's head to face her before going in for a kiss. Umji tried to resist at; first, but her head began to grow hazy from whatever she was sprayed with. Eunha’s soft lips press against Umji’s, Umji opens her mouth, and Eunha takes the opportunity to play with her tongue. SinB’s hand reaches Umji’s crotch and traces the outline of her pussy. Eunha and SinB nod to each other before they pull back from Umji’s body. When Eunha broke the kiss, Umji leaned forward to try and keep it going.

“So Umji, why were you following us?”

“I was trying to get proof to get you all in trouble,” Umji says as she continues to try and kiss Eunha. “Please, just one kiss,” Umji begs Eunha. Eunha presses her finger onto Umji’s lips.

SinB whispers into Umji’s ear, “Why would you want to get us in trouble? Is it because you’re jealous of us?” Umji shakes her head.

“I’m not jealous; it isn’t right for you to do all those things in public.” She says trying to remain tied to her morals.

“Umji, you’re a virgin, aren’t you? You wouldn’t understand. Why don’t you let us show you a whole new world.” SinB retorts. Eunha goes back to kissing the helpless girl next to her. At the same time, SinB goes back to rubbing Umji’s clothed pussy. Umji moans into her kiss. SinB stops her motions. “Let’s get rid of these clothes.” The girls strip Umji of her uniform and underwear before taking their own off. SinB gets between Umji’s legs and pulls her closer. SinB plants kisses up Umji’s inner thighs before reaching her lower lips. She starts outlining Umji’s pussy with her tongue before spreading her folds with her hands. SinB snakes her tongue through Umji’s pussy; Umji moans at this intense newfound pleasure. At the same time, Eunha starts sucking on Umji’s modest chest, her tongue licking and swirling around Umji’s rosy nipples. Under the ministrations of the two girls, Umji is quick to orgasm. Umji’s hips buck upwards instinctively as she cums all over SinB’s face. Once she comes down from her orgasm, Umji’s body goes limp on the couch.

“SinB, should we use it on her?”

“Oh, you’re right, we should!” SinB says excitedly as she recognizes what Eunha means. She wipes Umji’s juices from her mouth before going to her bedroom and returning with a small double-sided strap-on and a bottle of lube. “We should leave her pussy for him and get her ready for later,” SinB says. Umji, as she starts to refocus, doesn’t understand what they mean.

Eunha flips Umji over, her face now on the couch seat. She takes the lube from SinB and puts some on her index and middle finger.

“What are you guys do- ahh” Umji doesn’t finish her sentence as she lets out a slight moan once she feels Eunha's fingers enter her asshole.

“I’m getting you ready for master; he likes to use every hole the first time,” Eunha explains to the poor girl. Eunha's fingers explore Umji’s asshole, sometimes spreading her fingers apart, stretching out Umji. Unaware of what SinB was doing, Umji had no idea that she had put on the small strap-on and had started stroking it to cover it in lube.

“I’m ready, Eunha” The petite girl retracts her fingers from inside Umji. SinB presses the head of the strap-on against Umji’s asshole. Umji’s body squirms under SinB as she pushes forward; both of them let out slight moans. SinB starts to gently buck her hips, allowing Umji to get used to the size without too much trouble. SinB bites her lower lip as she fucks the woman beneath her, her hands squeezing Umji’s waist. Umji starts to back her ass into SinB’s pelvis, wanting to get more from the small strap-on. Eunha, all the while, decides to help SinB along; getting behind her, she kisses SinB’s neck while playing with her small bust. Umji and SinB don’t last much longer as they spasm from the quickly approaching orgasms. SinB pulls out of Umji, satisfied with her work. The sound of her front door opening causes SinB to stir; a large smile grows on her face as she sees it’s you.

Eunha gives you the rundown on what’s been happening and spanks Umji’s ass. “She’s ready for you, master!” Knowing what you do, you close the door and pull down your pants. “Here, use my mouth to get yourself wet, Master” Eunha gets down on her knees and opens her mouth wide open, her tongue sticking out. You slide your cock along her tongue with a hand on her head. Eunha wraps her lips around your cock as you thrust into her mouth. The warm cavern that was Eunha’s mouth was made for you at this point. You could slide all the way inside of her mouth, and she wouldn’t flinch. You place your hands on either side of her head, gripping her head; you face fuck Eunha. Once you feel satisfied, you let go of her and pull out. Eunha’s lips and chin are covered in saliva that escaped her mouth. You pat Eunha’s head.

“I’ll make sure you get a reward for that later, Eunha” She smiles up at you; she was always so cute when she knew she would be rewarded. You look over at Umji and SinB. Umji still lays in the same position recovering from her orgasm; SinB is kneeling near her, staring at you. You grab SinB’s face, “did you fuck her?” you ask in a stern voice.

“N-no, master, I was just getting her ass ready for you” SinB averts your gaze as you get closer to her face. You raise her head and kiss SinB.

“You did well this time, SinB.”

“T-thank you, master.” SinB reaches out for your cock, and you slap away her hand.

“I have someone to train SinB; you’ll have to wait”

“O-of course” The disappointment is evident in SinB’s voice, she had just watched Eunha be the one to have a taste of your cock, and she received nothing.

You flip Umji over so she can see your face, and her eyes go wide. “It’s you,” she says in shock. You grab Umji’s thighs and lift her from your standing position. Umji holds onto you as you carry her, your cock inches away from her wet pussy; Eunha moves your cock into place. The head of your cock is now against Umji’s entrance. She looks down to see the size of your cock. Looking back at you, she says, “Wait for a second, I’m no-” You cut her off and impale Umji onto your cock. Her body quivers in your arms as she cums from you inserting cock into her virgin pussy. You relish the tight feeling of Umji’s pussy; from this position, it cradled you tightly. You move your hands to Umji’s ass, feeling her soft cheeks before you start thrusting into her. Umji’s head rolls back as she lets out a loud moan; looking behind her, you see both Eunha and SinB fingering themselves on the couch.

You turn to the side “see that, Umji, we’re giving them a good show” Umji glances at them as she continues to moan.

“N-no, I don’t want them to see.” You smile, seeing her weak protests. Once she noticed that she was being watched, Umji’s walls squeezed around you. The idea of being watched turned her on. As you part Umji’s walls with each thrust, you feel her legs wrap around you.

“Deny it all you want; I know you love this Umji. Now take my semen inside you.” You speed up your thrust, Umji’s body bouncing up with each one. Ramming your cock inside Umji one final time, you pour your seed inside her. Umji kisses you, her tongue begging for more.

“You’re right; I love this! I love being fucked silly!” she screams before her body shakes as she cums all over your cock. You plop Umji off your cock, and everyone sees your cum flow out from her pussy. Putting Umji down, you make Eunha and SinB move to the side as you sit between them on the couch.

“Come on, Umji, suck me off.” Umji crawls over to you with no hesitation. She holds your cock and starts kissing it before taking it into her mouth. Umji’s movements are quick and animalistic. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t take all of your cock into her mouth. Umji settles for what she can get and bobs her head. You lean over and whisper to Eunha, “Get the strap; you’re going to be fucking her pussy, while I take her ass.” A wide smile grows on her face when she hears that, and she starts to get ready. You grab Umji’s head and force her to bob her head faster, “Listen, Umji, I’m going to be the only man you ever get the pleasure of fucking. I’m going to be your master from now on. I have a big treat for you if you stop your investigation. What do you say?” You let go of her head, and Umji just looks up at you and nods her head. “Good girl”

As she continues giving you a blowjob, you grab her head again and force her to drink as much of your cum as possible as you orgasm. Umji’s forced to pull away as she struggles to breathe. A few shots hit her face and started running down her cheeks. You bark an order to SinB, “Clean Umji up.” SinB immediately gets on Umji’s level and starts collecting the cum off her face before eating it herself. You tap your thighs several times, “sit, Umji.” She follows your orders and sits on your lap. You have one hand on her hip and another holding her face. “Umji, I’m about to give you your special treat; you better enjoy it.” You push her up and press your cock against her asshole. “Sit.” Umji hesitates but follows along; she starts to sit down on your cock, causing it to push through her puckered asshole and inside her. Umji moans as she forces it to go deeper inside her.

“You’re so much bigger than the strap-on; it hurts.” She whimpers

“Don’t worry, Umji; the pain will disappear soon.” As she finishes taking your cock inside, you lean back and bring her with you. Spreading her legs apart, you tell Eunha to do it. Umji had focused solely on you and just now saw what Eunha would do. Eunha aligns herself and pushes into Umji’s slick pussy.

“Oh fuck” Umji moans as both of her holes are filled. Eunha starts thrusting immediately while you wait for Umji’s ass to adjust to you. You feel Eunha’s strap-on push further inside when she bucks her hips. Umji’s moans grow louder as you start thrusting in her ass. SinB is left to watch and masturbate; you give her a nod. She understands that she’ll get her turn later. Meanwhile, combining your thrusts and Eunha’s gives Umji double the pleasure.

“You’re just a little whore who loves to be fucked aren’t you, Umji?”

“Yes! I’m a whore who loves having her holes filled!” She screams out as the two of you continue to fuck her. Umji’s ass was a little looser than Eunha’s, but just slightly. The pleasure you gained from her asshole was still great. In addition, feeling Eunha’s strap-on rub against your cock through Umji’s body made it more significant. “Fuck me harder! Ruin my pussy! Make it so I won’t be able to walk right!” Umji yells. At this point, she was lost in all the pleasure. You grab onto her waist and slam yourself into her ass; Eunha quickly matches your rhythm. As the two of you pound Umji’s holes, she turns her head, begging for a kiss. You give her what she wants; Umji tightens around your cock as she approaches her third orgasm of the night. Looking over to Eunha, she has her eyes squeezed shut and is biting her lip, trying to hold on.

“Let’s finish this,” You say, speeding up your thrusts in the final moments. Umji and Eunha both scream in pleasure as you grunt, painting Umji’s asshole white with your cum. Eunha collapses on top of Umji, absolutely in the throes of ecstasy from her orgasm. Umji’s head goes limp, her eyes half-lidded while she has a dreamy smile on her face, some drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.

“I love you and your cock” Umji says before she passes out from exhaustion. You pull out of Umji and move her and Eunha to the side. “SinB, come clean me up.” She rushes over, and hearing you finally call for her makes her excited.

SinB grabs onto your cock and slaps herself with it; after the first time, she loved having your cum all over her. When she’s satisfied, she starts licking clean the base of your cock. Her tongue slowly went over every area, making sure not to miss a spot. SinB follows this by taking your head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it before she starts bobbing her head. “You’re doing a great job, SinB.” A large smile appears on her; it was rare for you to compliment her. Once she’s done cleaning you up, she takes a seat on your lap.

“Master, when will it be my turn again?”

“Next time, SinB.” She gives you a big hug; she’s been waiting patiently.

The next few days, Umji works to erase any evidence the school had of your little harem’s doings. She was only dedicated to one thing now, one person now. You.

#eunha smut #kpop smut #male reader #umji smut #sinb smut #gfriend smut #viviz smut

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xieren-iy · 10 months

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POV: You visit Willy Wonka’s factory after the “accidents of the first tour”

(Based on an AI chat I had where I basically fight Willy Wonka and roast the heck outta him 💀)

After the incidents with the children from the first tour, Willy Wonka decided to allow more visitors to take a tour of his factory. Although you aren’t a child, you decided to buy a ticket for a private tour of his factory. It’s not like you’re a huge fan of his candy creations, but you were curious of the man who had somehow managed to fix the spoiled children who had visited his factory. You wanted to test his personality yourself. What could go wrong?

Willy Wonka: “Hello! I am Willy Wonka! Owner of this factory. I had a little bit of a rebranding after the accidents that happened in the first tour.”

You: Hello!

Willy Wonka: “Hello sir/miss, I see you booked a private tour today.” *He pauses as he looks you up and down* “You know, when I learned that you had booked a private tour I thought it was for your child. But I see that even adults enjoy it.”

You: “Hmm.” You hummed in response.

Willy Wonka: “Ok, before we start, here are some rules:

No chewing in my factory…I absolutely despise gum and the sound of people chewing gum.

No food or beverage

And lastly, you MUST sign this waiver.”

He handed you a paper and pen.

You: “Um, what’s the waiver for?”

Willy Wonka: “Oh, you know, just in case of injury and a non-disclosure agreement. By signing it you accept the risks and promise to not speak of what you see inside this factory.” *He takes one look at you and sighs at seeing your confused face* “It protects me of lawsuits in case you lose a finger or run your mouth off with the wrong people.”

You: “Ah, I understand” *You take the pen and sign the waiver* “There.”

Willy Wonka: “Ok then, follow me. Let's start with the room of pure imagination, where we have created food that can taste like any other substance. You can feel the food here, but DO NOT EAT it. DO NOT. If you do, you will be subject to severe disciplinary action. Got that?”

You: “What’s the punishment?” *You smirk* “You gon’ make me eat soap or something old man? HAHA”

Willy Wonka: *Annoyed he gives you a warning look*

“Punishment can be a lot worse than eating soap, I’ll find out your worst fears and drive you crazy until you’re insane.”

You: “You don’t even know my worst fears and I would never tell you!”

Willy Wonka: “I find that it’s the people who say they have their secrets so tightly guarded that always crack. And the ones that say they could never go mad are usually the first ones to give in, they can’t handle the pressure. We shall see how long you’ll last…”

You: “Yea right, you don’t even scare me. Unless you’re my mother you can’t scare me. And she’s not here so.”

Willy Wonka: “Ah yes, the old ‘mum scares me most!’ line. I find this quite funny actually. You don’t know what scared truly is, just wait until I’m done with you, you’ll be begging your mum to take you back home!”

You: “You wouldn’t even know how scary moms are, you don’t even have one! Also, my mom didn’t raise a coward. Heck, If she saw me crying over this she’ll give me a whopping.”

Willy Wonka: “You sound like you have quite a dysfunctional family life.”

You: “Says the one who has father issues.”

Willy Wonka: “You wanna say that again? I’ll teach you some respect!”

(I’ll end it here bc I’m pretty tired and my brain is burned out for the day. Might be a part two or not idk)

#fanfic #willy wonka fanfiction #willy wonka #charlie and the chocolate factory #catcf 2005 #mr wonka #charlie and the chocolate factory 2005 #catcf #willy wonka imagines #imagines #I’m tired #based on an ai chat I actually had

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sweetrebelpersona · 2 months

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Tuesday 5th March 2024

Work:

Expanded the Music Industry practice assignment on Word

Rehearsed for the concert on piano (I think?)

Edited the PowerPoint presentation on hyperpop music

Play/Self-Care:

Dropped off a few more books at Boots Library

Ate an Easter egg sundae at Creams

It's been a day being stuck at home following my temporary suspension from uni and I still managed to kick some ass with my studies. I had to cut down my time of when I should be going to sleep and to me, it made a change from me being a night owl to an early bird. But I have to face some more challenges along the way such as the impending meeting I have to sit through at some point later this week, or next week.

When I go to a meeting about my latest behaviour, I don't know what the consequences will be to take disciplinary action after a foul-mouthed voicemail tirade, but I can say that I am disappointed with the way I behaved and the year before that where I crushed the electric guitar (just the wah-wah pedal and small dents on the guitar, but you get the point) due to the fact that I'm turning into a volatile rockstar who has a greater potential of throwing paddies every chance it gets. So I think I'll have to accept the punishment if I do get disciplined again; it's something I will have to learn after my suspension ends.

If you're planning on going to university with some anger issues, you will know that you're not cracking on with your sleep schedule, the time you need to study, the amount of rest you have to take and taking the time to look after yourself, despite doing hard work and having exceptional grades, attendance, punctuality and professionalism. Unfortunately, some students had the insolence to get themselves suspended or expelled for something which would breach the student code policy unless one of them grows up to be a chav and damage the school's reputation.

Maybe next time, I want to do what I'm told to do and not experience a sudden outburst which will be like a bomb that's going to go off at any second. What more fun is it to vandalise the uni student policy and get disciplined for it? That is not cool and it's something I need to move past with before I get a chance to repeat it. Meanwhile, here's a piece of witty banter I want to share with you merry bloggers tonight.

#studyblr #study blog #study tips #study motivation #study advice #stop breaching the uni policy #jeez you've done that before #dividers by pommecita

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lovehealgrow · 5 months

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How to Cope With Your Child’s Chronic Illness

As a parent, you want the best for your child. Whether in their academic life, personal life, or health, you want to do everything possible to help your child thrive in the world around them. This desire — to help your child blossom into a great person and give them the opportunities to achieve their goals — can make your child’s chronic illness one of the most challenging things for a parent to face.

You may feel sadness, guilt, or even anger when you receive the diagnosis and throughout your child’s life as they learn to live with illness. These feelings could be directed at yourself, a partner, your family’s history of illness, the world as a whole, or even sometimes at your child. These feelings — while unpleasant — are not uncommon, and they do not make you any less of a good parent on their own. But, unless you learn how to cope with them and accept and help your child manage their illness, you may be unable to provide the care and support your child needs as they make their way through life with their illness.

Luckily, there are many ways for you to provide this much-needed support — for both your child and yourself. Today, we’ll explore how you can cope with your child’s chronic illness by understanding how to best support your child and yourself as you both move forward from the diagnosis.

Supporting Your Child

The first thing many parents want to know when it comes to coping with their child’s chronic illness is what they can do to provide the best support they can for their child. While the exact manner of support will depend on your child and their chronic illness, in general, there are a few crucial ways you can provide this kind of support in their lives.

Like any other child, children with chronic illnesses need structure, routines, consistency, and, of course, love and support.

Some of the best ways to support your child are:

Maintaining regular routines and schedules

Communicating openly and honestly about your child‘s illness, your feelings, and what is going on in your lives

Setting and keeping up with consistent expectations

Enacting appropriate disciplinary methods when your child lashes out (rather than being tempted to let it slide, which can be detrimental to helping your child learn to take responsibility for their actions)

Helping them stick to their treatment plan by providing clear explanations, praise for adherence, and appropriate limits and consequences when needed

Working closely with your child’s school as well as their teachers, mentors, and/or coaches

Encouraging them to share their feelings and struggles with you, a counselor, or a support group

Avoiding power struggles by offering your child choices in what to do whenever you can

Remember, the specific type of support your child needs will depend on what they need. If you are concerned about not being able to provide (or figuring out) the type of support your child needs, talking to your child’s healthcare team or seeking support from a child therapist can be an excellent way to ensure that you and your child are both getting what you need in terms of support.

How to Support Yourself

Now, while many parents may focus exclusively on how they can best support their child, it is critical to ensure that you are taking the steps needed to support yourself as well. If you are not taking the time to take care of yourself, you’re not going to be able to provide the support your child needs either. So, remember that you must also make time and space for yourself — even if you don’t feel like it is a priority.

Coping with your child’s chronic illness can be emotionally and physically draining. And because of this, you need to make an effort to nourish yourself in various ways each day. Some great ways to ensure you are not neglecting your own mental and physical needs include the following strategies.

Find Your Support Community

For you, this community may be your friends and family. Or maybe you find the support you need in a local community group for other parents of chronically ill children. No matter where you find your support, the purpose of this group is to have a safe place where you can express your feelings and worries. Community support groups can also be a good way to learn about new strategies that other parents in similar situations to yours may use in their own lives.

Share the Responsibilities

Trying to take on all of the responsibilities that come with helping your child cope with their chronic illness (and coping with it yourself as well) can be incredibly challenging. For families that have two parental figures for the child, it is incredibly important to discuss who will be responsible for which aspects of taking care of the child. Some families may be able to create a relatively even split of responsibilities, while others may require one of the parental figures to undertake more of the responsibilities.

The key to ensuring that you and your significant other or co-parent can continually provide the type of care and support your child needs is to ensure that you are both on the same page about who is taking care of what tasks. This helps you ensure that both of you can take breaks from care duties and have time for taking care of yourselves.

If you do not have a co-parent with whom you can share some of the responsibilities, you may want to see if you have another family member or close friend who can help out from time to time. Even though this will typically still result in you providing care for your child most of the time, it can still help you get some much-needed breaks where you can do the things you need to do for yourself to avoid burnout.

Keep Up with Your Own Health

It may not seem like a priority when taking care of your child suffering from a chronic illness but taking care of your own health is one of the most important coping techniques you can do.

So, ensure that you make time in your schedule to do things that make you feel good physically and mentally.

This may include scheduling self-care time where you give yourself a relaxing spa session or doing one of your favorite hobbies. It may mean going out for a walk through one of your favorite parks. Perhaps it means ensuring that you are making healthy eating choices or sticking to a nightly sleep routine.

Talk to Someone

Whether you decide to talk to your family or other loved ones or seek a support group or personal counseling, talking about what is going on in your life can be one of the best ways to effectively process your feelings.

Seeking professional help through a therapist or counselor can be a great way to help you talk about what you are experiencing and discover ways to help you manage the stress in your life. Keep in mind that finding the perfect fit in a therapeutic relationship can take a few tries. Still, once you find the right fit, therapy can be an excellent tool in helping you cope with not only your child’s chronic illness but also the other challenges you may be experiencing in your life.

So, if you are struggling to manage your feelings after your child’s diagnosis, or you are simply looking for additional guidance on how you can better support yourself so you can provide better care for your child, please do not hesitate to reach out to us today at Love Heal Grow to get in touch with one of our therapists.

#Children #Chronic Illness #Cope #Parenting #Parenting Support

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mayra-quijotescx · 11 months

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So I used to be a librarian, right.

And the city's series of piss-poor responses to COVID is definitely part of why I am only a librarian in the past tense, barring some wild utopian shift in society before I die. But it's not the whole reason.

No, the reason I was looking to leave the library system I worked for even before COVID, and why that library system had been suffering a queer brain drain of its own making long before I even thought to update my resume, is because admin was queerphobic.

Oh, they'd never call you a slur to your face. Goodness, no. But when someone came in to lob threats and accusations at any visibly queer staff member, nothing would happen. (Unless said staff member got upset by this, in which case the staff member would face disciplinary action.) One of the largest Pride celebrations in the country got moved to the doorstep of the system's central campus in 2015, and yet the system's outreach team was conspicuously absent from the festival and parade unless individual staff members managed to force our presence in. There were a million microaggressions so small and plausibly deniable that they don't warrant individual mention, that left those of us affected wondering if they'd been truly accidental or cynically calibrated to seem accidental.

Then in 2018, when a small band of out-of-town extremists with no hobbies to speak of and an axe to grind against literacy and drag started threatening Drag Queen Story Hour (our highest-attended youth program outside our yearly summer camp event), the community showed up to protect attendees and block the protestors from view. Admin did nothing, except to cancel the entire program in 2019 over a wild false accusation made by the bigots against one of the performers.

That was when we all got to learn the hard way how much appeasement works.

The almost daily called-in threats of violence, ranging in detail from vague to clearly masturbatory and involving everything from firearms to explosives to bare hands, kept pouring in, hardly slowing down for months. Efforts to keep our helpline usable while minimizing staff exposure to vitriol failed and virtually the entire communications team resigned. Queer staff members faced wild accusations and threats of personal violence from people who only entered the library to cause problems, often while security stood in earshot and watched like a bump on a log because they were there to 'protect' the library from people who were too visibly poor for their liking, not from suit-clad agitators. Those of us who recognized said agitators and pointed out what they were doing to us, however calmly, were reprimanded for not showing proper respect to our "customers" (yes, that's what this system called patrons.) This bullshit torrent of victory laps continued until the pandemic closed our doors to the public nearly a full year later.

Because showing bigots that you will side with them over your own employees doesn't deter them. It kicks open the door for them to keep doing it. It doesn't matter how quietly you demonstrate that allegiance. They will get the message, and they will act on it.

So yeah, when Target pulled their Pride collection on 05/23, I knew exactly how well that was going to work out for the employees they claimed they were trying to protect. And sure enough, bomb threats were called in against several stores not three whole days later. (05/26)

Appeasement does not make employees safe.

It makes bigots bolder.

Not one step back, goddammit.

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Box Boy Worldbuilding: Training

I had a request to put together the phrases I’ve mentioned Box Boys memorizing/being forced to memorize and training references from my fics! This won’t be an exhaustive list, I’ll be adding as I find/remember things I’ve mentioned. Feel free to message me any memorized phrases, training specifics, or anything else from other BBU fics I’ve missed or that appear in your own fics that I don’t use, and leave a username so I can properly tag!

As always, a disclaimer: The Box Boy concept belongs to @sweetwhumpandhellacomf and was popularized by a variety of bloggers including @shameless-whumper and more. Nothing listed here is set in stone. Your Box Boy and/or Box Babe stories belong to you! It’s a sandbox and you can build that castle anyway you want.

Discard all of this or use any of it as you want or it fits your story. I’m just playing around with ideas, and people have asked me to kind of put some of this stuff together as reference material!

Memorized Phrases:

“You signed up for this.” - @shameless-whumper

“The owner is safe. You love the owner. You will do whatever the owner wants.”

“All pets are of legal consenting age and make a choice to pursue a change of circumstances including no longer retaining legal ownership of themselves.”

“I am an active participant in fulfilling my owner’s desires.” (Romantic or Combination only)

“The owner’s touch is safe, whoever they are.”

“I want to be touched. I want this. I want you.” (Romantic or Combination only)

“All merchandise is acquired through fully legal channels.” - @shameless-whumper

“Discipline is a necessary and humane event ensuring the continued obedience and wellbeing of a pet.” - @shameless-whumper

“I am a weapon and a toy. I exist to obey and protect my owner(s).” - @redwingedwhump

“The process of training is intensive and can have residual effects including sudden but brief loss of consciousness when resetting to a product’s default state.”

Designations:

- Domestic - household servant, includes cleaning, cooking, organization, and household management training. Cooking training covers basics unless specific cuisines or skills are required. In my stories, Dex, Sebastian, and Peter are all trained Domestics with different specializations. Positions 1-25 included. A domestic is trained to be loyal and obedient to their owner but will have no particular affection or love for them unless customized in the request.

- Platonic / Caregiver - Designed to act as a companion or caregiver to someone within a household. Often used as a kind of limited home health aide. Custom training available to match specific healthcare needs. Also wonderful as a kind of companion for elderly or isolated persons. Positions 1-25 included. Conditioned to be affectionate and loyal.

- Romantic - Designed to substitute for a physical or romantic relationship. Trainee is taught to physically service the needs of their owner and conditioned to become loyal, attracted, and completely devoted to their owner. Romantics have the lowest success rate for runaways and often return to their owners within three months or less of leaving. Positions 1-25 included, with an extra 10 “Romantic-specific” positions available, each with an added fee.

- Combination - Any combination of these. A Companion and Romantic are similar but not exactly the same, so if you ordered a Romantic who would still need to know certain home healthcare skills, they would be a Combination. Or a Domestic who would also perform Romantic duties would be considered a Combination.

- Guard Dog - see @redwingedwhump‘s Guard Dog David and @moose-teeth‘s Daniel Brennan/B The Guard Dog (Moose really did the development on the Guard Dogs here - please send her asks with any questions!) often exists under the Combination Designation and performs bodyguard duties and other duties as required by their owners. Fighting training, targeted aggression, and very specialized and single-target loyalty is part of training here. Basic positions included. Guard Dogs will be extremely loyal to designated ‘safe’ people (owners) and will regard nearly everyone else as suspicious and untrustworthy/potentially dangerous.

SEE HARO-WHUMP’S LIST OF BOX BOY POSITIONS HERE

Referenced Training Specifics:

- Box Boys/Babes are trained to be afraid to see their own contracts - they get shaky/panicked even just looking at them after the signing date (Kauri)

- Read @shameless-whumper‘s the The Host’s Discipline Tutorial for a great run-through on disciplinary techniques Box Boys are taught to respond to

- Disciplinary methods in the Facility include black batons wielded by Handlers that have an optional electric shock component for a minimum of permanent scarring or injury with maximum pain infliction

- Food in the Facility includes ‘nutrient loaf’ and ‘nutrient shakes’. The loaf is largely flavorless and the shakes are “chocolate”, but it’s mostly chalky and disgusting. Has been referred to as tasting like someone described chocolate to an alien, but poorly. Keeps Box Boys from descending into total malnourishment while still not quite fully satisfying nutritional requirements. Teaches Box Boys to be even more grateful for food with real flavor once they’re with their owners.

- Memorization is a big part of conditioning, a memorized series of phrases and rules that become second-nature to recite if asked anything pertaining to them (Trainee Peter (435698), for instance, despite being underage, insisting that he’s eighteen again and again when Todd questions him)

- Incorrect thoughts or aberrations: defiant, rebellious thoughts or memories that come back that aren’t allowed

- Trainees may develop different responses to their repressed memories. Kauri has a vasovagal response to seeing his own face or trying to remember his real name - he has a sudden precipitous drop in blood pressure and passes out. Dex very occasionally has a kind of seizure called a nonepileptic seizure that is not caused by a physical mechanism but by repressed memories attempting to be recovered.

- Attempts to remember things they aren’t allowed to, or to think too heavily about where they might have come from - and often even attempts to clearly remember the Facility and the training they underwent there - result in a sharp, agonizing pain and headache that can last a long time or even result in unconsciousness, and a feeling of “fog” taking over. - @shameless-whumper

- Romantic designation training can include bringing in outside contractors if their skills are needed to help the trainee meet the standard the prospect owner requires - @redwingedwhump

- Trainees are usually trained with shock collars, but prospective owners may specify that they don’t want shock training included for their pet

- Trainees are drugged as part of inducing memory loss and making them more suggestible/compliant

- Trainees rarely directly interact

- Training takes anywhere from a few months to years depending on how quickly the trainee learns and what a buyer has ordered. - @shameless-whumper

- Pets are purposefully made to be unable to exist as free humans, or are at least told that they can no longer live on their own and that they would be miserable, lonely, and likely end up injured, starving, or worse.

- Some owners may specify that they do not want their pets to be able to read or write. Most pets will read more slowly post-training as a side effect regardless, but not all. Pets can also be specifically trained for complicated work, if needed.

- What an owner does with a human pet after the three-month return period is up is their own prerogative. Whumpees-R-Us takes no legal responsibility for the actions of any pet while under their owner’s care.

- Any trainee that has had a direct interaction with Karen Renford is terrified of her

- Every pet is terrified of being sent back for “refurbishment” more than anything else - @shameless-whumper

- Box Boys are taught not to admit if they recognize or remember each other from training - @shameless-whumper

- Hearing the word ‘respect’ will often result in the Box Boy, even those who are freed or who ran away, dropping to their knees and touching their forehead to the floor automatically

- Box Boys move through positions instantly without even a conscious thought, due to repeated positions training that ingrains the movements into their minds even deeper than conscious thought ( @deluxewhump)

#box boy #box boy universe #worldbuilding #please message me anything that needs added this is just a start #box boy multiverse

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Klaine Advent Drabble 2020 - “Up in the Air” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Kurt is heartbroken after his plans for a romantic Christmas with Blaine are demolished when he gets locked into a flight he'd been trying to switch. Blaine reassures him that it will be okay, that they'll have their romantic celebration when Kurt's feet are back on the ground. But is Blaine possibly hiding a secret that just might sweep Kurt off his feet? (1638 words)

Notes: Written for the @klaineadvent Drabble Challenge 2020 prompt 'join'.

Read on AO3.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Kurt grumbles, rushing down the corridor that leads to his gate with his carry-on in tow and his heart pounding, trying to give off the impression that he’s not rushing.

Appearance is everything in the flight attendant game.

He was supposed to get an hour sit before this flight, but the one he was on was late by close to forty-five minutes! He has roughly a minute-and-a-half to reach his destination, covering the distance of two football fields, and that’s not the crappiest part of his day.

“Pick up pick up pick up pick up! Blaine! Ugh!”

This is the fifth time he’s tried to get a hold of his boyfriend to tell him the bad news. Try his hardest, he couldn’t trade this flight out for one that leaves after the holiday.

His plans to join Blaine for a romantic Christmas have officially been canceled.

“Pick up pick up pick up pick up,” he chants as he checks in with security and heads for the boarding area.

“You’re late,” his friend Monica teases.

“I had three seconds to make it here from the complete other side of the airport,” he replies with a forced smile for the waiting passengers. The flight attendants can get away with making snide remarks as long as they keep a smile on their faces.

“At least you did it in flats!"

"Wah wah wah," Kurt teases back, giving Blaine’s number one last try before he'll need to turn off his phone and stow it away for the duration.

He's in for a long night - a soul-crushing series of flights, each one taking him farther and farther away from the man he loves.

Finally, Blaine picks up.

“Hey! Kurt! I was hoping you’d call!”

He sounds eager, Kurt thinks. Shit! “Hey.”

“Are you okay? It sounds like you've been running.”

“I have.” Kurt stops in the crook of the tunnel, out of sight from both doorways, to catch his breath. He has one precious minute before he has to perform his pre-flight checks with the crew. And here he is, spending it breaking a wonderful man’s heart. “Look …” He squeezes his eyelids tight, on the verge of frustrated tears “… I’m sorry, Blaine. It’s not going to happen.”

A moment of confused silence. Then realization. “Oh, no! Shoot!”

“I warned you there was a four percent chance it actually would. It’s impossible to make plans over the holidays. It would have taken a miracle.”

“Yes, but, Christmas is the time for miracles.”

“I know, I know,” Kurt says in a shaky voice. “Don’t make me feel worse than I already do.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Blaine says in a soothing voice. “I understand.”

“I know you do.” Kurt sniffles, pulling a handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket and dabbing under his eyes before they can get puffy. “It’s just … I know how I am. I’m the clingy, jealous type. I want to see you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I don’t want you to resent my work. Or me.”

“Kurt, I could never resent you! I knew what I was getting into. This is one trip you couldn’t switch, and I understand why. This is just a hiccup. That’s all.”

“A hiccup on one of the most important holidays of the year.”

“There will be plenty of time after the holiday rush for us to spend together. I’ll see you soon. We’ll lie in bed together, hold each other in our arms, and it will be better again. You’ll see.”

Kurt nods in response even though Blaine can’t see. “I’m trusting you.”

“I appreciate that.”

Kurt hears footsteps hurry down the ramp, Monica whispering, “Hurry up, Kurt! We have to go!” as she passes. He watches her disappear around the corner and onto the plane. He sighs. “I love you, Blaine.”

“I love you, too. Have a good flight.”

“I will,” Kurt chokes out, blowing a kiss into the phone. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

Kurt hangs up and shoves the phone into his pocket. He grabs the handle of his carry-on and continues on his way. Halfway down the ramp, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Before he even takes it out to check it, he knows it’s a message from Blaine.

He should have waited until he got on the plane where there’s a bathroom to duck into because it unravels him more than he is.

I love you, Kurt. And I’m pretty sure I always will.

***

Kurt doesn’t want to be here.

He doesn’t want to be flying over Miami on Christmas Eve.

Not when he has a sexy man at home waiting to see him again.

Kurt loves his job. He really does.

He stumbled into it unexpectedly. It was supposed to be a stop-gap while he worked his way to Broadway - something to pad his bank account, keep food in his belly, and a roof over his head while he got to experience life, hone his craft. And even though he's held on to his dreams of Broadway fame, this job stuck. He has never regretted a single flight in his entire career …

… until this one.

God, what he wouldn’t give to be at home right now, watching cheesy movies on Lifetime, snuggled in Blaine’s arms!

Kurt doesn’t pay much attention to the passengers as he maneuvers the beverage service down the aisle, dishing out Diet Cokes and mini bottles of vodka and Crown Royal. He makes eye contact, nods and smiles, but that's it. He can perform this part of his job on autopilot, has perfected the art of appearing engaged while, in his mind, he goes over notes for an audition or takes a stab at writing his memoirs.

He knows the bare minimum about the passengers on this side of the plane from the things they let slip out of excitement or need - an older lady flying to see her daughter for the first time in ten years, an unaccompanied minor, a row of sorority sisters on a holiday excursion. Everyone is mellow, polite when he stops to ask them what they want from the cart. But there’s always one clown in the bunch.

And Kurt finds his sitting in Row 27, Seat E.

“Soda?” Kurt asks. “Coffee? Tea?”

“A medium drip, please? Or maybe a flat white?”

“A-ha. That's one coffee black for you,” Kurt says, his tone chipper, but sharp around the edges, barely glancing at the man as he hands over his drink.

"Perfect. Thank you, Kurt."

"You're very welcome." Kurt internally groans when the man uses his name. The airline requires all customer-facing employees to wear a name tag for passenger comfort "in a time of need" (or so says the employee literature). In this age of social media, it's used more by the Karens of the world to flame what they consider 'inappropriate conduct' without impunity. All claims are thoroughly investigated, and require passenger and employee corroboration before disciplinary action is taken. But it's gotten to the point that he doesn't Google his name and the name of his airline in the same sentence anymore.

It keeps him sane.

Kurt doesn't mind passengers knowing his name.

Just so long as they never use it.

But this man said Kurt's name like he owns it, and that Kurt doesn't appreciate. Not from strangers.

Kurt's eyes flicker up once it hits him.

He knows that voice.

But how in the hell can it be here?

'I'm projecting,' he thinks. 'I miss my boyfriend, I wish that he was here, but he's not here. No. I'm not going to look at the occupant of this seat and see ...'

“Blaine?” Kurt stares at 27E perplexed. It is him! Unless there's been a gas leak the pilot hasn't told them about yet, Blaine is sitting right there, looking as adorable as ever! Maybe more so, his smile bright and goofy with his master plan revealed. “Blaine!”

“Well, well, well ...” Blaine turns in his seat, attempting a casual recline against the rigid armrest, masking the pain on his face when its sharp edge digs into his back. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I didn’t know you’d be …! Wha---when did you even get a ticket?”

“A few days ago. Your friend Monica helped me with the details. I had to grease a lot of wheels, seeing as most holiday flights were already packed, but I’m on every one of your connections. I figured we can spend your layover together.”

“And what if I had managed to get the time off?”

“I would probably be out close to a few thousand bucks, but it was a chance I was willing to take.” Blaine tilts his head down so he can look coyly up at Kurt through long, thick lashes. “Are you surprised?”

“Yes! I … I don’t know what to say!”

“Say that you love me," Blaine says sincerely. "Say that you’ll have a little more faith in me.”

“I do have faith in you. It’s just sometimes … I don’t have all that much faith in myself. In my overall appeal.”

“Well, your overall appeal is so strong, I spent a small fortune to take this journey with you.” Blaine chuckles when he notices they’ve garnered attention from other passengers, wondering what happened to the drink cart but watching quietly to see the drama unfold. “So why don’t we enjoy the journey? See where it takes us?”

Kurt grins, his cheeks burning when the sorority sisters occupying the seats behind Blaine awww, and the older woman claps.

Kurt rolls his eyes when other passengers join in.

Only at Christmas, he thinks.

Then again, isn't this what he wanted?

His cheesy Lifetime movie?

His improbable Christmas miracle?

Kurt smiles. “That sounds like a plan.”

#klaine advent 2020 #klaine advent: join #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #klaine

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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A. C-R

Requested?: Yes! Anon requested a daughter or sister x Jack Ryan, and this is what I came up with.

Word Count: 1.6K+

Author’s Note: Honestly needed this, helped me to just write something! Requests are open, send in whatever you’d like and I’ll write it. Feeling a bit more optimistic about getting series out to you guys now that I’ve written this!

Warning: none. It’s floof.

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The suburban paradise life had never quite been Jack’s style. While he hated to admit it, he thrived on the chaos of war zones, on the thrill that came with gunfire, and he needed to be a hero. Saving people, whether from terror attacks or corrupt politicians or chemical warfare, was what Jack thirsted for. He needed to have control in dangerous situations, needed to be the one calling the shots or coming up with the solutions.

His new position at the CIA allowed just that: Deputy Director.

It was a big jump, and despite moving into the more political side of the job, Jack was still out in the field, getting shot at on a semi-regular basis. It was like a custody arrangement: one month in the office and on Capitol Hill, the next in some arid landscape or swamp marsh with only a pistol and his instincts.

The fact that Jack had reached such a high level of security clearance at such a young age, the man turning 42 next week, was due to three factors:

1. He was a national treasure

2. He was good at his job

3. And Jack had no real commitments outside of work.

At least, he didn’t until a month ago.

“You look like shit, Jack.” A familiar voice greeted the doctor as he walked into his office, dropping his workout bag on the floor. Jack let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes as he took a moment. “What’s happened now?”

“You know, you could have told me how ridiculously difficult this job is, Jim.” Jack laughed through his scolding of his old curled partner Jim Greer, running his hands over his face before heading to his desk. He didn’t take a seat, he didn’t do anything to suggest he was even staying: instead he pulled out his car keys and slipped on a blazer.

“What did she do this time?” Greer smirked, following his younger counterpart towards the elevators, pressing the button on Jack’s behalf. The younger man was frazzled, his lunch hour run had been interrupted by a rather worrying call, Greer could just tell.

“I’ll be back in an hour. Call a meeting with Jacobs and Royce.” Jack asked as he stepped in, avoiding Greer’s question all together. The last thing he needed was to try and figure out just what had happened to call him away from his office.

All he knew was that it wasn’t good news.

—

“I won’t sit here and listen to you lecture me like I’m a goddamn preschooler. Unless you are pressing charges, I don’t need to be here, because you don’t have any proof.” Mr Hudson sighed at the words coming from the young woman’s mouth, his eyes narrowing as he examined the smirk on her face.

She sat there, in front of him, dressed too nicely to be a nuisance: there wasn’t a crease in her clothing, not a scuff on her shoe, not a hair out of place on her head. She had dark brown hair, it was held back from her face with a black alice headband, exposing a sharp jawline, pearl earrings, and a slender neck. In her blazer’s breast pocket, a floral kerchief and pen, just below a small badge pinned to the lapel.

It was small, one of the few decorative pieces she wore at all, but no matter how many times people had complained about that pin badge, she would not remove it.

Fuck you, I do what I want is what the pin read, and in the past month of knowing the young woman he had found that she stuck to the promise her pin badge proclaimed on her behalf.

“Miss Ry-” Mr Hudson started, but when the young woman raised an eyebrow he coughed quickly. “Miss Clairmont. While the school won’t be pressing charges, disciplinary actions need to be taken. We hold our students to a certain standard at Capitol Prep, and your radical opinions and your aura of suspicion cannot be tolerated.” Mr Hudson explained, stopped in his scolding by a knock at the door. “Come in.”

“Ah, the cavalry has arrived from Langley…” the young woman, Miss Clairmont, muttered, folding her arms and sitting up a little straighter as a man entered the room from the door behind her.

“Doctor Jack Ryan, I’m sorry to call you in during the work day.” Mr Hudson apologised in his greeting, causing Miss Clairmont to roll her eyes. The man’s demeanour shifted drastically when talking to people he respected.

“Why am I here exactly?” Jack asked, looking down at the girl to his right, a head of hair the exactly same chocolate brown as his own.

“Well, Miss Clairmont decided that hacking into our school systems would be a clever way to use her time in Computer Sciences today.” Hudson explained, and Jack took a moment, looking down at the girl, the fifteen year old who looked up at him with big eyes and a sweet smile. The same smile her mother had, the same glint in her eye he possessed.

“Well, considering your security systems are excellent, I think it was a great use of her time. I’m glad to know my daughter has been excelling in her extra curricular activities.” Jack said, and his daughter jumped up to her feet, picking up her bag and flashing her principal a smile.

“Doctor Ryan-“

“Suspend for three days, I’ll take away screen privileges.” Jack said in a closing statement. “I have a meeting to attend. Sweetie, let’s go.” He instructed, his daughter leading the way out the building, a dumbfounded principal left in the office alone.

—

“Really? We’re still going by Clairmont?” Jack asked with a chuckle as they sped towards the CIA buildings at Langley, where a new lead waited with Greer.

“I prefer my mother’s name to Ryan… Plus, all the kids know who you are.” She shrugged, picking at her nails. “Hard to live up to the reputation of America’s Golden Boy.” The comment was made in a semi-joking manner, but the avoidance of eye contact was clear.

Jack was new to being a father, and most certainly new to being the father of a fifteen year old girl he had only ever seen on holidays. While the full story was a winding road no one ever had time to explain, Jack essentially became his friend’s, Marie Clairmont, sperm donor, and the godfather of her daughter. Marie lived abroad most of her life, and it was only upon her untimely death about a month ago that he became a legal guardian.

“Come on now…” he tried to soothe the tension, and she sighed.

“You called me your daughter in there.” She blurted out, and Jack slowed down at a red light. The pair shared a glance, neither quite sure who would speak first.

“Did I?”

“You did. You said you were glad to know that I, your daughter, was excelling in her extra curricular activities.” She paraphrased, gesturing with her hand to signal Jack was holding up traffic.

“Sorry.” Was all Jack could manage, and they fell in silence once more, soon pulling into the garages below the Langley buildings.

“I know…” She began as Jack switched off the engine, still not looking his way. “Would you ever consider adopting me?” The question caused Jack to look over in shock. He had never considered the question to be brought up, not once. She was rather adamant on being a Clairmont, to honour her mother, and Jack wouldn’t want to jeopardise that ever.

“Do you want me to adopt you?” He asked, and she finally turned to look at him. He had gotten used to associating her face, freckles and dimples and all, with the most joyous and festive times of the year: every Christmas and birthday Jack got to see those chubby cheeks and toothy smiles. He got to see her ever changing wardrobe and growing obsession with the Star Wars franchise, even bought her a lightsaber for her 7th Christmas. Had Jack’s job not been so busy, he would have made it to more celebrations, but a place was always set for him, just in case.

“... I think it would be quite nice to be as Clairmont-Ryan.” She answered with a smirk. “Might take a while to get used to calling you dad though.”

“You don’t have to call me dad…” Jack said quickly, worried she was angry or being passive aggressive, but the smile on her face said otherwise.

“You know, I’m really bumping up your resumé. Not only have you stopped terrorists and aided in the fixing of Venezuela, now you’re a single dad. Honestly, women will be all over you, Jack.” She teased, stepping out of the car with him. He chuckled to himself, the bubbly teen before him giving him a reason to feel pride.

“Gotta day, I like dad better, kiddo.” The pair fell into step, his arm going around her shoulder and hers around his waist to hug as they walked.

“Dad it is.”

“... Now let’s discuss things you can’t do at the private school I pay for. Number one, hacking into their systems.” Jack spoke up as the elevator doors closed, and she let out a laugh. “How did you even learn to do that? You’re fifteen, Athena.”

“Ah, yes, but my mother was a genius and my dad sets a morally grey example.” She grinned up at Jack, her dad, with bright eyes, her tone teasing and light.

As the elevator doors closed, and the pair shot up towards the eleventh floor, Jack knew that whatever came next, he would never let any harm come her way.

Ever.

#john krasinski #fanfiction #jack ryan #oneshot #jack ryan x oc #father daughter relationship #fluff #fanfic #tom clancy

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (2/?)

A/n: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Read Part 1

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Chapter 2: Getting Along

There was so much you still had to learn about mice and Salamandrian men; minus the mice part. You were surprised by V'gha's chattiness. Why, it was no sooner when you two had taken a seat that he began asking about your culture, interests, as well as to what you did for occupation. It seemed that he was fascinated by how both you and Zeta-7 lived; being that you were the only human he's officially met, he wanted answers for the questions which his home world's databases could not answer. You couldn't fool him when it came to your acquaintance with Rick as his neighbor, but you played it off by saying that he was the local mad scientist that everyone knew of but gave little importance to; it hurts you to say this, for he was worthy of the highest praise, with his extraordinary mind and his winsome personality, but V'gha was more familiar with Zeta-7 then you had known; it seemed Rick had a bigger reputation then you had thought, and the chemist hoped that he could make his acquaintance once all this was over; how he could be interested after all your initial rudeness was inspiring and in its own right.

You found his straightforward nature refreshing, albeit at times coming across as nosy, but first impressions at times gave allowances for this; to discover that despite how one may come across in passing, is not always the sincerest, true version of oneself. There was no malice or ill intent in his inquiries or reactions to your answers, and while you had redirected many of his questions, he didn't seem to mind; whatever you shared gave him delight. Over and over you wondered why Rick couldn't have been seated at this table, for this creature could have shared all that fascinated him with a fellow scientist and they could have debated in peace over theories and experiments; for your part, you would have sat there raptly, admiring the like-minded individuals who might or might not have been jealous at one point or another over understandings, discoveries and what not. As you two talked, you scanned the garden with your eyes, and searched for Rick, but couldn't spot his bowl cut anywhere; you trusted that he'd show up one way or another, but you hoped for sooner rather than later. In the meantime, you two discussed how fascinating the planet and its inhabitants were while making remarks on the flavor of the food "My soup is thin and looks as though I stuck my foot in it, but it tastes like honey." you commented as you set your spoon back down. "I'm not sure whether to drink it or to jar it."

"Neither. It's what your utensils will go in once you are done eating."

"Oh, I probably shouldn't have tasted it then."

"No harm will be done." he chuckled, which exposed his fine, sharp rows of teeth. "I've taken the liberty of scanning it to make sure."

If Zeta-7 had been here, he might've tried the utensil cleaner on purpose in the good ole' way of tasting the chemical when he should've tested it. Yet, since he wasn't here, you were ready to admit that you found V'gha a bit more intriguing then you had anticipated. When you had initially boarded the ship and met him upon entering a cabin, you were determined to despise him for you didn't want to appear weak in front of strangers, but it melted away as he decided to apologize once you two had reached your assigned table. Sure, you weren't really into reptiles, but whether it was how his skin glistened in the starlight, his intellect, or how his bright oval eyes seemed to bore into you as you spoke, it was somewhat flattering; you thought only Rick could make you feel this way; hopefully, it was his simple charm and newfound politeness, and nothing more. To ease the anxious thoughts which were building in your chest, you glanced at the empty third chair. "Do you think Noathamas is in trouble?"

"I'm not sure." he confessed in all seriousness. "After all, he did violate one of their laws which was not to eat any of the guests. I don't know what came over him, but hopefully, whatever consequences come his way, will simply be disciplinary action and nothing more."

"Yeah, that would be good."

Though, you blamed the fact that the knight had returned from battle not long ago, and might've been triggered by something done or said; you hoped he'd survive. To distract yourself further, you stabbed your synthesized meal. It was a mass of congealed worm meal, and you pretended to eat it, but you weren't really hungry; it was supposed to be calcium-rich if you were correct. "So," you wondered as you pushed away your dish. "where you're from, do you do stuff like this?"

"You mean attend formal gatherings where I'm not allowed to have fun? Or meet total strangers that I'd rather study then stand next to? Hmm, more often than I'd like. It does have its perks. I'm highly respected in my field and get paid well, but I don't get out much unless it's work-related. A majority of my free time is used to study journals or to sleep. Occasionally both."

"That's a bummer. Not the studying part, because that can be fun if it's a topic you're passionate about, but you strike me as someone who enjoys good company. I'm surprised that at this point you haven't mentioned hanging out with friends or family."

The pause in conversation didn't seem long enough for your liking, but neither was it short enough to keep its natural flow. There seemed to be a distant, far off look, as though he were staring through you, at someone else; longing; one which would've gone without notice if you hadn't been used to reading people who were like Rick; intelligent, curious, lonely people who were less like normal men, but were no less mortal, and not quite a machine. When he started, you hadn't expected the familiarity in his words. "I consider my lab as my friend and my lab samples as my family. It's where I am most of the time."

Before you met Rick, would he have said the same? Almost, for his inventions and things bought, made, or salvaged held meaning; he was very sentimental but desperate to cling on to good feelings; maybe, these two weren't so different. "I used to feel the same way about the characters I wrote," you started, wondering if this was a good idea. Yet, now that you've shared this much, you couldn't stop now. "and the stories which I typed for others consumption and entertainment. It's as though you spill and pour a bit of yourself into these dreams and passions. As a famous singer once sang, 'You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.'"

"What a way to put it. I think I might've heard the song you quoted some years ago. I believe my satellites picked up the transmission."

You smiled at that. You had heard the stories, read the theories, and admired man's will of wanting to make contact with the unknown; if only they would have known what they were getting themselves into. It wasn't all bad, and could very much be as Star Trek would put it, 'To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no man has gone before!' And to watch an intellectual man like Zeta-7 to almost wax poetic about the marvels and atrocities which were in the depths of space, and listening to how an alien admired what was in another quadrant of space, why it warmed your heart. "That's neat. It's funny," you admitted a bit quietly at first, then you raised your eyes towards him. "I'm not used to these kinds of events, but I gotta admit that it hasn't been so bad. You've made an otherwise tiresome task a joyful one."

You had long since noticed that his face was very stiff when it came to expressing emotions, but he still managed a smile that was no less winning. And unlike most of the evening there was an unaccountable silence. Till now, it seemed nothing could stop the Salamandrian from talking, but whatever had come over him went away as a danceable tune began to play, and you felt a subtle shift as he stood and wondered if you cared to dance. Keeping in mind the strict rules of this planet, you raised a brow, but he seemed to know what to do. "Come, I'll show you how it is done."

With a nod, you followed him all the while keeping a fair distance. Beneath your feet, you felt the bumpy path through your thin flats and relished the strong gust of wind that whipped your hair about. If you had closed your eyes, you could almost imagine yourself back home in Rick's backyard, remembering one of the first times you urged him to dance under the moonlit night, admiring how he colored when you realized it was a first for him; reluctant he stood on the patio unsure of what to do, but you smiled at him and told him there wasn't much to it because it was simply more romantic. Oh, how your heart ached for those days, but there wasn't much time to continue reminiscing, for you were dragged back to reality by the candor of the chemist's voice. "We're here."

On a raised platform was a honeycomb pattern of tiles, which illuminated when stepped on. V'gha took his place and stood very still until a see-through chamber enclosed him in. There was no panic or surprise, which led you to believe that he had done this before. In like manner, you followed his lead and took your place a few feet away and stood still until a chamber rose to encapsulate you in it. You felt a tightness in your chest, and took deep breaths in order not to panic, but a new tune began to play and it struck you with a sense of deja vu.

A glance at the stage revealed the appearance of a tall, veiled figure surrounded by six guards. You pressed a hand over your heart, feeling it quicken as he swiftly, but gently passed his fingers over a golden orbed plant which had very stiff leaves, and when it detected movement, it vibrated, and this, in turn, caused it to emanate a sound a little more delicate than that of a kalimba. Its melody seeped into your bones, buzzing against your skin, and in it you felt a sense of belonging and warmth to a moment. Along with the veiled figure was the being made of pure energy, whose voice added body to the already beautiful tune; flowers bloomed at high frequencies, and thread-thin roots spread along the stage and dance floor; illuminating at rhythmic intervals.

You imagined yourself dancing with Zeta-7, on a plane of nothingness; submerged in a viscous sweetness then rising to the surface; floating, falling, losing yourself in a funny world, with every intrinsic, idiosyncratic, and inviting thing in your path; laced fingers, shared breaths, surrounded by his warmth, secure in the nearness of him, and sure in his grasp; he was incandescently happy, and he was as much yourself as you were of him. "C-can you hear me princess?" he whispered.

You could hear him, but you couldn't answer. Lips ghosted over yours, whispering phrases you thought you recognized; haunting you; trying to tell you something of the utmost importance, but the song ceased, and the figure was gone; breaking the trance you hadn't known you'd been under. When the chamber returned from whence it had come, you followed V'gha back to the table; confused, embarrassed, lost, but with a sense of knowing. You thought to yourself that the veiled figure could've been Rick, for who else could evoke such feelings except for Rick; that or it truly was a tune which was out of this world. "You're quite a dancer." he commented, which interrupted your thoughts.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything."

Taking a sip of his murky beverage, he explained. "There is no physical dancing done on this planet, except to those exclusively done by royalty and that of the Milleannos guardians. What the rest of us did, including yourself, was dance with our soul. None of us can really discern what the other is dancing to, which makes it appropriate and is in line with the laws, but while the others might not have understood what you were about, I could tell from the bliss which you exhibited on your face when we came back this way. It made me conclude you had enjoyed yourself. Call it instinct, but I believe this is the happiest you've been all evening."

Again, he wasn't wrong. Yet, how could you not know? It's possible that Zeta-7 didn't know it would take place either. You remembered how you felt, how real and tangible it seemed, but if that was the case, were you really dancing with Rick, or the idea of him? Did it matter?

The music now, albeit stimulating, was light and nearly silent as though someone was lightly humming. It was not as provoking as the tune earlier had been, but perhaps the experience you had was exclusive to your own feelings. "I did enjoy myself," you replied. "did you?"

"It was fascinating," he admitted smoothly. "but I much more prefer the view of all twenty-nine of this planet's moons. I cannot study the intangible thought of a feeling."

"If it helps, I much would've preferred regular dancing, but the experience...it's… it's one I wouldn't mind trying again."

One you wouldn't mind trying again, but only with Rick.

Tbc

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The Emo Phase

THIS IS MY FIRST SISTER WINCHESTER ONE SHOT PLEASE DONT HATE IT I CRIII

Dean: 26

Sam: 22

Y/N: 15

When you were 15, that’s when you had an emo phase, and Sam and Dean were NOT pleased

You had a short temper and a prissy attitude and they were not having any of it. You wore all black and according to Dean ‘slutty’ clothes, which made you more mad at him

You snuck out all the time and each time they got tired of you so Sam grounded you for 2 months

“What? You can't ground me what the fu-”

“I think I just did. Room. Now.”

And when Sam grounds you, you know you can't get out of it easily. Even so, instead of being a good kid and saying sorry, you slammed and locked your door.

You were so mad you balled your hand into a fist and shattered your mirror and threw the stuff that was on your dresser on the floor. Let’s just say, your room didn’t deserve the things you did to it.

About an hour or so later your energy drained because you were mad at Sam. Mad at Dean. Mad at yourself

You cried for hours and when you woke up you looked like a mess with red puffy eyes

Until it hit you. You woke yourself up, Dean didn’t come in and call you Princess, he hasn’t in a while…

You opened your door and walked to the kitchen doorframe to see Sam and Dean at the kitchen table, Sam on his laptop and Dean drinking a beer looking at the newspaper.

You just stood there silently for a minute until you decided to walk past them to get something to drink

Dean looks up and sees you saying “There’s our little ball of sunshine” sarcastically

“Bite me” “Hey I’m not the one who got grounded by Sammy”

“Whatever don’t talk to me” You grab yourself a glass of milk and go to your room to get dressed for school.

You walk into your room and “Wow...Did I do all of that?” You were so filled with adrenaline and hate you blocked out most of what happened last night after you got grounded

You got dressed and went into the kitchen to achieve your backpack, glasses and the ribbon your mom got you.

“Y/n your rooms a mess you’re gonna clean it up when you get back fro-”

“Yeah no shit, it's not like I’m gonna keep it that way, Sam”

You didn’t want to stay there any longer and decided to walk to school. Your school is a few miles away and one of your brothers usually takes you, but you could bare being near them right now.

You were already 20 minutes late to first hour and frankly, you didn’t give two flying fucks

You decided to skip 1st hour because honestly they're’s no point on going anymore

You skipped second hour because you hated the teacher and skipped third hour because that teacher always gives you a hard time.

In fourth hour (the hour you FINALLY decided to come to class) you got sent to the councilors office

“Are you Y/n m/n Winchester dear?”

“Yeah, why?”

“The principals have contacted your guardians to come to this school to pick you up, you’re suspended for 4 days”

“Wait for WHAT? What did I even do??”

“We’ll talk about that once your guardians are here”

Your back is turned away from the door and once you heard that door open you KNOW you’re done for. For the first time in a while, you’re scared to be near your brothers.

“Are you two Sam and Dean Winchester?”

“Yes we are, hello”

Sam on your left and Dean on your right, you can't leave even if you tried

“We have called you in here today to inform you that y/n has been suspended for 4 days due to breaking Sabrina Gillie’s nose and breaking Callie Monoys’ arm”

'Oh right… that’s what I did' you thought while trying to remain calm

It was silent for a few moments which felt like forever

“Thank you so much for telling us we’ll take the right disciplinary action”

You, Sam and Dean, walked out of the office and were walking through the hallways to get to the Impala.

You usually like quiet but right now you were going insane.

You hated the silence, it was digging into your skin like needles

You, Sam and Dean, were in the impala when the silence broke in 3...2...1...

"Y/n, what the hell were you thinking?" Dean says with venom in his voice

"Yeah okay, ask me what I was thinking and not what they were thinking, sure do that"

"Son of a bitch y/n I know you think you're 'so' cool now but dammit come on, you broke a girl's nose and another girl's arm"

"Fucking hell Dean it's not like I 'wanted' to do it, they deserved it!"

"No more out of you Y/n, once we get in the bunker you're going straight to your room and staying there, you got me?"

"No," you say like a calm but dark undertone.

"Excuse me?" Sam says looking back at you

"I said no, me, Claire and her friend Alex are hanging out tonight at Claire's house"

"The hell you are," Sam says "You're still grounded, missy"

"Do NOT call me missy you asshole, and screw you I can just sneak out"

"I'll lock your door"

"I can go out the window"

"you're room is upstairs"

"I have my ways, Sam"

"THAT'S IT!! Y/n, I'm tired of you acting like just because you're our sister you can get away with the shit you're doing!" Sam says as he wipes his face with his hands

"That's not-"

" No! I don't want to do this but Dean, you think we should send her to Jody's for a few days?"

"WHAT?" You say in a piercing, sinister scream enough to make Dean stop the car and look back at you

"I am NOT going to Jody's! You can't make me, Sam!"

"If you don't want to go to Jody's, then all this attitude of yours has gotta stop, okay?"

You three finally are at the bunker and you get out of the Impala before it fully stops and head inside and ran up to your room. You stayed in there for a good two hours cleaning up, but its because you wanted to, not because of Sam and Dean. It's 7:25 pm when you heard Dean call your name, reluctantly, you did as told. "Me and Sammy are going on a hunt, you need anything while we're out?"

All you did was look down and shake your head no and walk back to your room. no "Ill miss you two" or "Be safe, call me and ill be there," just....silence, and honestly Dean didn't know if he should be nervous or not.

You turned your phone off because honestly, you didn't want to be bothered by anyone, all by yourself with your thoughts. 'Wow I'm such a disappointment to them' 'Im such an awful sister, they want to send me away to Jody' 'God why can't I just do shit right for once?"

They left a note on the kitchen counter saying they will be back by later tonight so you thought of making them some pie, Karjalanpiirakka. Karelian Pie that Claire taught you how to make a couple of years ago

When it was finished you decided to clean up the kitchen, library and living room while you still had the time by yourself. When you were done, saying you were happy for yourself is an understatement, you were damn proud! It was 2 am by the time you settled down and watched Spiderman-Homecoming on the big tv screen.

About an hour later Sam and Dean enter the bunker and looked honest to god shocked on how clean it was.

"Sammy? Do you see this shit? Are we high?" 'Yeah I see it, you think she's okay?"

They see you sleeping on the couch, sitting up and Sam walks up to you and wakes you up, he says "Why don't you sleep on your own bed bugaboo, it's more comfortable there" "Its alright Sammy, I was trying to stay awake for when you two came back home to make sure you two were alright"

A smile was dragged across Sam's face when you said that, he like this, he liked this y/n, the y/n you used to be before all...this happened

You walked over to Dean and asked if he was okay and he said only a few manageable cuts. you nodded and walked to your room to sleep.

When you left Sam said to Dean "You think that Jody trick worked?" "That was a trick?" "Of course it was Dean, I know she loves Jody but even if she doesn't like being away from us for that long" "well I guess we'll see tomorrow."

When you woke up you ran downstairs to see your brothers in the kitchen, Sam making breakfast and Dean at the kitchen table talking to Sam. Sam notices you and smiles, "Mornin Sunshine. since you're still grounded you're getting waffles instead of pancakes." You look at him for a second and start to laugh. He looks at Dean, then back to you, "What?" "That's the best you got? pfft come on Sammy you can discipline me harder" you say during laughing fits. "Okay then, no breakfast?" "That's more like it"

You start to walk to your room when you turn around and asked Sam "Hey Sam?" "Yeah?" "I-" You realize if you asked him, you would cry in front of him, and you don't want that. "I- Nevermind its nothing. I'll be in the training room if you two need me" You turn around to walk into the training room and start working out. an hour and thirty minutes later you turn around to see Sam with his arms folded leaning on the door frame

"Oh, hey," you say out of breath

"Hey yourself. What were you wanting to say to me a while ago?" You looked a bit shaken up but you let out an "Its nothing I said, don't worry 'bout it." Sam looks a little bit worried but with everything that's going on with you, he needs you to talk. "Come on bugaboo, let's talk and Dean doesn't have to know unless you want him to" "Sam its nothing okay? Drop it" "y/n-" "Sam, dammit I said I don't want to talk" Sam jumped at the sudden snap of your voice. "I'll be in the library if you want to talk"

You're in your room doing fuck all since Dean took your phone and your tv when you hear a knock on your door.

"Its Dean can I come in?" "......Yeah"

Dean comes in and sees you laying down on the floor with red eyes.

"Talk to me, why did you go all 'hulk' on Sammy?"

"No, I don't want to"

"Sucks to be you, Princess, you don't have a choice"

"The hell I don't" you sit up and turn to him "You can't make me Dean"

"The hell I cant" mocking you "I'm not leaving till you decide to make this into a chick flick moment"

"I thought you hate chick flick moments"

"Yeah I do, now talk y/n"

"Dean I cant"

"What do you mean you cant?"

"Dean I-, I just cant"

"So you want Sam to take you to Jody's and keep you there?"

".....No"

"Then talk princess"

You high in defeat "It's complicated"

"Well you better find the right words hon, or its gonna be a long night"

Dean walks away and you feel like you just left earths void.

Dinner was grossly quiet, and you knew it was because of you. After dinner, Sam and Dean left to go to the library to read up on some lore and thirty minutes later you walk up to the library door frame and just stood there for a solid minute and they didn't notice you. "Hey." They jump at your voice and look at you "Hey y/n" they both said in unison. "I just wanna say sorry for the way I've been acting lately. I've been a total dick towards you guys when I know you two are just looking out for me. I bet I was hell to raise and pulling this shit is just adding more stress to you guys"

They both had a face of both shock and...relief?

"Y/n, come here," Sam says. You hesitate but you do so anyway "You have no idea how happy I am that you said that" He gives you a big moose hug and you hugged him back. "And yes you were absolute hell to raise" "Dean!" "What? She said it not me" You laugh and let go of Sam to hug Dean. "Sammy?" "Yes?" "No Jody's?" "No Jody's" you right in relief. "Not unless you start acting like miss priss again" You fastly stare at Dean "Call me that again and I'll show you a miss priss" Sam and Dean both laugh. "Am I still grounded?" Sam laughs and says "You got suspended of course you are" You frown and that's when Sam said "Two weeks." You turn to see him and smiled brightly. You start walking away when you say "God I love you boys" under your breath, but nevertheless they heard you and you know they'll be teasing you about it for weeks

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beantown-boy · 4 years

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Punch Bowl ||An Andi Mack Fic|| (CW Homophobia)

Quick Shoutout to @abg-blah and @luzawithoutu for providing me with motivation, and to @dumb-binch-juice for providing me with inspiration

"Cyrus, please DON'T wear a tux to homecoming."

“Please, wear a tux,” TJ countered, giving Buffy a pointed look before turning to his boyfriend with a smile. Cyrus looked amazing. It was like the universe had decided that Cyrus should be able to look both handsome and comfortable in formalwear. He wasn’t so lucky. The shoulders of his suit jacket were awkwardly tight, and he was pretty sure that his socks hadn’t shown this much when he wore this last Homecoming.

“It’s too formal,” Buffy pleaded. “I’d go with the blue suit. Why stray from a classic? Plus, you just had it tailored. It would be a shame for that to go to waste.”

“But the tux makes a statement.”

“Yeah it does. ‘I’m too good for normal dress clothes’”

“Which you are. Don't let her undermine your confidence.”

Cyrus drew his hands up dramatically, cutting them off mid-argument.

“Dearest and most beloved advisors, I have come to my conclusion. Before I state it, I must say, I love you both in equal, though different measures. That being said, Buffy is right. It’s just a little too much. Don’t worry, Teej, I’ll rock the tux for next year’s prom.”

He jumped onto the bed, and quickly kissed TJ on the cheek before walking back into his closet.

“Gross,” Buffy teased.

As the closet door clicked shut, a series of sharp knocks came from the door to Cyrus’ room, followed by Marty’s muffled voice. “Hey, guys? Are you done in there? Jonah and Lenni are here, and they’re starting to think that Buffy killed TJ. Which you didn’t, right?”

Buffy smirked and gave TJ a playful shove before going to open the door.

“Not yet. I could never do that to Cyrus.”

“More like you couldn’t do it, period, Driscoll.” TJ shot back.

“Can you guys please make it through one night without bickering?”

“No.” They replied in unison before bursting into laughter.

Being friends with Buffy was great, but ever since she and Marty had started the whole 'being straightforward' thing she'd needed someone else for verbal sparring. And joking with her kept TJ on his toes. It was nice to know that he still had his sharp tongue, even if he rarely used it. Marty and Jonah were fun, but sometimes a bit witless. Buffy was anything but.

The pre-Homecoming dinner at the Goodmans' was just as good as the year before, if not better. Cyrus' dad always went all out when his son had friends over. And even if the meal still devolved into Jonah and Lenni heating up hot pockets and seeing who could eat the most of them without burning themselves, TJ was happy to spend the time surrounded by his friends and his boyfriend.

By the time the group split up between TJ and Buffy's cars, TJ was already getting snaps of the dance from Chet and William. He put his phone down as Cyrus and Jonah climbed into the backseat, leaving him alone up front. He stared at the two of them, as the awkwardness seeped in.

"So no one wants shotgun, huh?" TJ deadpanned.

"I mean, I was going to," Jonah explained, "but then I thought Cyrus might want to, and then-"

"I just know that the passenger seat is the least safe one in the car." Cyrus stated. "And I do trust your driving skills, but I don't necessarily trust everyone else on the road."

"Oh, so if I die, I'm dying alone, gotcha. Since that's cleared up, Jonah, do you wanna ride shotgun."

"Risk of death, let's goooo!" Jonah shouted, climbing over the passenger seat.

"See," TJ said as he pulled into the Grant High parking lot, "no fatal accidents."

“Told you I trusted you.” Cyrus

The dance was already in full swing as they entered the overcrowded gymnasium. A swarm of students surrounded the DJ booth, while others milled about between the snacks and the neatly decorated tables.

“Isn’t this amazing?”

Cyrus sighed as he took it all in. He and the other class reps had worked really hard to make sure that the dance went flawlessly, and judging by the look on his boyfriend’s face, TJ believed they’d succeeded. The junior class rep, Avery, TJ thought, waved Cyrus over towards the punch bowl. Cyrus looked cautiously between her and his friends.

“Can I just -”

“It’s fine.” Buffy interrupted. “Go talk to her, grab some punch and then meet us on the dancefloor.”

Buffy, as it turned out was a very good dancer. TJ didn't think he was abysmal himself, but he certainly wouldn't have managed half as well if she hadn't been by his side. They slid this way to that beat, as they ran into Jonah again. They made a turn at that moment because it seemed to fit just right, and Buffy broke off from him to join Marty. TJ spun into the guys from the team before Lenni pulled him back towards the others. The energy between the five of them was electrifying. TJ wasn’t sure how much time had passed before they settled with just bouncing in the crowd of Grant High students.

“Okay, Buffy,” Lenni huffed, “we get it. You’re tireless. But some of us would rather just watch someone else dance for a change. In your car you were talking about the Cyrus Shuffle. What even is that?”

Buffy’s laugh was almost drowned out by the sound of the crowd.

“It’s whatever dance moves Cyrus throws together whenever he says he’s gonna do the Cyrus Shuffle.”

TJ picked up after her.

“Each one is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. You have to see it. He should be back any second now, unless-” He turned back to Buffy, who was already giving him her ‘I know exactly what’s happening’ smile. They had left Cyrus with Avery, another huge nerd. They’d almost definitely started seventeen different tangent conversations, and if no one interrupted them the class reps would probably spend the whole dance talking about chemistry or exam prep. One of them would have to get Cyrus.

“You’re his boyfriend,” Buffy said quickly. “You go get him.”

“You just want to kiss Marty while I’m not around to make fun of you.”

TJ didn’t catch her reply as he turned and tried to make his way through the crowd. Now that he was trying to get out, he realized that making people move was so much harder than he remembered it being. Even last year, people still had given him a bit of precautionary space, and sure, it had stung, but it had also been useful. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he slid between flying elbows. He was nice now. He had been for two years. It made sense that people would feel at least comfortable around him. And if that feeling came with feeling small and cramped sometimes, so be it.

Finally, he made it out of the crush of bodies. Relief crashed over him with a wave of cooler air, but the jostling of the crowd still left him a bit on edge. TJ took a moment to get his bearings before heading towards the punch bowl. He spotted Cyrus’ familiar blue suit from across the room, and immediately he felt more relaxed. It took him another moment to realize that something was wrong.

Avery was nowhere in sight, and Cyrus was shifting from foot to foot like he was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. He was talking to someone who TJ couldn’t quite make out in the dim gymnasium light. TJ nearly sprinted past the tables to get to Cyrus. And as he got close, he recognized Ethan practically towering over his boyfriend. He felt himself go cold, hot, then cold again as he stalked toward the senior.

TJ was sick of him. Ethan had been a jerk to Cyrus before. He’d done horrible things to Chet’s sister Charlotte. Cyrus had tried reporting the guy last year, but despite the school’s zero tolerance policy for bullying, Ethan was still around. And now he was screwing with Cyrus again. TJ interrupted whatever insulting comment Ethan was making as he made it to the punch bowl.

“Don’t you have anywhere else to be? Or did your soccer buddies’ house party get busted?”

That was nice enough. He hadn’t outright insulted Ethan, which was good. Civility wasn’t his strong suit.

“I was just swinging by to my last ever HoCo,” Ethan replied. He flashed a toothy sneer that made TJ’s skin crawl. “And then I saw your little boyfriend here, and I couldn’t help but share a little senior wisdom.”

“Can we just go?” Cyrus suggested before freezing again when Ethan turned his attention back to him.

“No.” The way Ethan spoke made it seem more like a fact than anything else. Cyrus shrank back even further, and TJ tasted metal in his mouth.

“Ethan’s right,” TJ said. He felt like he wasn’t the one speaking. His voice was surprisingly level, even as his nails began to dig into his palms and a painful heat began to spread from the pit of his stomach. Whatever force was carrying him continued. “I’d personally love to hear what an idiot calls wisdom.”

“It’s easy, kids. Homecoming is for normal people. And that’s not you guys. I don’t care if you do the whole gay thing. But not at my homecoming. So get lost,” He shoved Cyrus towards the door, and muttered something under his breath that made Cyrus wince. Adrenaline and panic spiked in a moment of white-hot fury and-

“TJ, are you okay!”

Cyrus’ voice connected through the haze, and TJ felt himself slowly becoming a person again. He tasted blood in his mouth, and his face was still burning with wildfire. He realized he was on his back. His head hurt. His chest hurt. His hands hurt worst of all. He looked to find blood on his knuckles and under his fingernails. Then, he saw Cyrus standing worriedly above him, right next to Principal Donaghue, whose face was set in an unforgiving line.

“Mr. Kippen, I must ask you to leave the premises immediately. We will be discussing disciplinary actions Monday.”

The next few moments still felt like a dream. Cyrus was still looking at him with that concern, or maybe it was fear, as Buffy seemed to materialize to help him to his feet. The next thing he knew he was lying on his back, on the football field, in the chilly October night. Buffy was resting on his left, either unaware or uncaring of the grass stains on her dress. Cyrus was sitting on his right, more contemplative than concerned.

“I’m sorry.” TJ offered, eyes fixed on the night sky.

“Well,” Cyrus supplied tentatively, “This isn’t my first run in with school administration. I just haven’t been kicked out of a dance before.”

“I’m so sorry,” TJ repeated, thinking back to the look of shock on Ethan’s face when he leapt forward to punch the senior.

“I never meant to actually-- It was just so-- And he was-- I’m sorry. For ruining our night.”

Buffy laughed, and a plume of fog erupted with it.

"Congratulations, Blood-Nose, you are officially the loose cannon of Grant High's sophomore class, again." She paused, weighing her words, before continuing. “Besides, that Ethan guy had it coming. I’m actually a little bit jealous I missed the action. He’s one of those very punchable people. Right, Cyrus?”

Cyrus’s breath steamed in the silence. A moment passed, then another, and TJ’s heart clenched as Cyrus finally spoke.

"You are a great guy, TJ, and I know that. And I should’ve spoken up more to stop that from happening. But you’re still you. You’re headstrong and brave, and remarkably kind. But, sometimes, you remind people why they used to fear you. And that’s not a bad thing, as long as they know they don’t have to anymore. I know I don’t. I just love you. So, I will see you either after detention, or at your house if you get suspended. But tonight-"

Cyrus kissed him, and TJ was still scared. He was scared about what repercussions would come on Monday. He was scared about telling his parents what had happened that night. He was scared about all the rumors that were probably already spreading through the sophomore class. But for once, he wasn’t scared of himself. And for ten seconds he let himself enjoy that. Until Buffy said, “Gross,” and the three of them collapsed in crazy stressed laughter.

#andi mack #andi mack fic #andi mack fanfic #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #buffy driscoll #jonah beck #platonic tuffy

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kateh18 · 4 years

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Hong Kong medical staff is going on a strike to pressure the government to do its job to completely stop the flow of suspected WARS cases entering Hong Kong via mainland China.

Their five demands include:

1. To forbid all travelers from entering Hong Kong via China

2. To implement constructive measures to ensure a sufficient supply of masks

3. To provide sufficient isolation wards, to stop all non-emergency service

4. To provide sufficient support and facilitation for healthcare staff caring for patients under isolation

5. To publicly commit to not taking any disciplinary action in retailiation

None of these is about their own benefits. But the well-being of our citizens. I will defend them to hell and back.

You see—

The international nurse to patient ratio is 1:6-8, while nurses in Hong Kong faces on average 1:10 in am and pm shifts and 1:23 in 2018.

Hospitals are overflowed with patients, regardless of flu seasons. Patients sleep in added beds in corridors, under sinks and next to rubbish bins. (I saw with my own eyes, sadly.) Talk about infection control.

We also rely on public services because private services are not affordable and only recently does the government push out any insurance policy. So the result is that if you’re a new case to say, Orthopaedics and tramatology clinic, you may need to queue for 3 years, and if you need a CT, you may need to queue for 20 months. Yup.

What did our government do? They did not manage the problem, the situation worsens each day.

To think that these medical practitioners who are overworked, underpaid, and over stressed, get attacked because they genuinely care for patients in Hong Kong, is an unimaginably evil thing. Step in their shoes, think! Have some respect!

Hong Kong is a city so dense that you can’t go without touching shoulders or stepping on someone unless you stay at home.

With a healthcare system this strained, why are we not taking every measure to safeguard our people? To flatter our CCP leaders? To give CCP leaders a safe place to flee to? To bring Hong Kong down with a epidemic? When our highest leader received a 20/100 score in surveys, and she’s still up there making decisions that will harm us all, why couldn’t we rise up?

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survivingcapitalism · 5 years

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A Canadian Postal Worker’s Comments on the Strike

Hi.

I am a postal worker and would like to take a moment of your time. Unless you have been living in a cave in the mountains of West Virginia you will have no doubt heard that Canada Post and its employees are in the middle of contract negotiations and currently engaged in limited strike action. The limited strike action I speak of is the rotating strikes and a refusal to work overtime. These are designed to cause a slight delay in the mail stream that impacts management more than our customers, and to our customers, I am sorry for any slight delay you may experience but there is a reason why we are doing this.

Part of the nature of the current conflict is that not only are our issues complex but so is the workforce itself, and by that I mean it is incredibly diverse. Not only are we trying to negotiate 2 different contracts at the same time, but these contracts cover both RSMC and city workers which include both inside and outside workers, temporary employees, maintenance workers in addition to people who's job can be a combination of more then one classification. Of course wages are an issue as they are with anyone and I wont pretend to say we wouldn't like a raise, however it is the working conditions that are much more important to us and something almost no one understands unless they work here. Everyone can see how hard roofers and nurses work, but when you do the job, you gain a completely different understanding of what they go through.

Did you know that Canada Post does NOT receive funding from the government? There is a good chance you didn't. All of Canada Post's revenue comes from the selling of stamps and shipping fees. We are self sufficient. Even if you did know this, you might be surprised to know how many people do not know this.

One of our major issues deals with staffing for both inside and outside workers. There are many RSMC's in the country that still have to find their own replacements. That means if you want to take a vacation, or get sick or injured that YOU have to find someone to sort and deliver your route. Can you think of any other business like that short of being an independent contractor? Keep in mind these are not contractors but Canada Post employees. If you cant make it to work for what ever reason, does your boss tell you it's your responsibility to find someone to do your work? Canada Post has also agreed to a minimum staffing ration of permanent employees to temporary employees. They have been ignoring this ratio for several years now.

Staffing issues in general are also at the heart of the forced overtime issues. Although many inside and outside (letter carrier) workers regularly volunteer for overtime it is the outside workers that are also FORCED to do overtime. This means that unless you have medical documentation stating that for health reasons you cannot do the overtime, you are forced to do it or face disciplinary action. Did you make prior commitments for when you thought you would be off work such as picking up kids from daycare, or school or making a dentist or Dr. appointment?. To bad, you have to change your life at the last min. That being said, sometimes things happen that are beyond everyone's control, but I think you can agree that this shouldn't happen on a regular basis and there can be a better way to meet all of our customers delivery commitments.

When it comes to being a temporary employee, I think most of us have been there, working mostly contract jobs or seasonal work. The difference at Canada Post is that you just sit at home waiting for a phone call. Most people will go months without getting that phone call for some work. You might also work this week, but not the next 3 weeks, or at times, you may work for most of the year full time. You never know. You only get a call if and when they want you. This makes it very difficult to plan out any sort of life. Will you need a babysitter tomorrow? You probably wont know until the very last minute of that day.

You may have heard the term “overburdening” mentioned by the union in the news but what does that really mean? For letter carriers anyways, what that means is the overall work load and how the job is preformed. Canada Post to their credit were at the forefront of job efficiency measurement at a micro level. This is a very fancy way to saying every part of a letter carriers job was measured decades ago. Every foot of distance on our route, every stair, gate, door, etc. is counted and assigned a time value. Even how many letters per min we are supposed to sort is built into our day. Part of the problem is sometimes these values go missing and so do not get counted in the making of new routes. A more significant issue is that this system has not really been updated in decades despite the nature of how we do our job has changed a great deal.

Nearly everyone will agree the number of letters we write and send each other has been in decline for a long time, but think of how many offers you get from your bank, or the dealership where you bought your car or some other business looking to make you a customer. We still deliver all of those things yet most are not used in the calculations used to determine the size of our routes. This has caused the size of a letter carriers route to grow dramatically. Many routes are 3 times the size they were 20 years ago. A letter carrier typically walks 20 km a day (5 days a week) and up and down 3000 to 5000 stairs while carrying the mail, flyers and packets/parcels for over 100 houses at a time. This is a key reason why the injury rate for postal workers is 5 times higher then any other profession. It is also a reason why letter carriers have more back, knee, hip and foot surgery then anyone else. One simple fix to this would be to make the amount we deliver at one time less, such as 50 houses as opposed to 100 houses. The opposition to this is because adding even just 6 extra stops would mean having to make the route shorter by 12 min (we get 2 min per loop stop to load up our satchel with mail). I sounds like such a simple fix, and it is, but yet Canada Post says no. Part of the reason is that it would require updating and fixing 18,000 routes from coast to coast. An easy fix, but time consuming to implement and it is apparently less expensive to pay out disability cheques then to fix things. It is also much easier to make someone do more in the same amount of time and reduce jobs. In the end, it would also require hiring more employees but I guess they think it is such a horrible thing to employ people.

The subject of the multiple bundle delivery method as a health and safety concern has been an ongoing fight with little change despite several arbitrator rulings in favor of the employees. In order to fully explain the situation would require an essay unto itself but any letter carrier will gladly take the time to talk to you about it. All you have to do is ask.

On top of the mail and flyers, are all the things we deliver to you that you ordered from places like Amazon, or Allied express or Wish. Delivering those items as well as the use of our scanner have almost no time value associated with them. Despite every part of our job being measured to the second, the system has not been updated to properly include our new duties. We are simply required to do them. If we do not get all of the work done, we get questioned as to why with very little concern to things such as the weather conditions and can face disciplinary action.

This is a very simplistic overview of some of the issues currently being fought at the negotiating table, and I would hope it peeks your interest enough to ask your postal worker for more information.

We are your brothers and sisters, your neighbors and friends and in the end we simply would like to do our job feeling more like a person and less like a machine.

We want to work and we love our job. We love to be greeted by that lovable furball that wants to lick us to death when all we seem to have for you is a pizza flyer. We wear our uniform with pride and in the end only want to be able to go home happy and injury free and not feeling defeated and broken, wondering how we will make it through tomorrow.

Thank You for your time.

(Copy Pasted from Brother Arlyn Doran)

#cdnpoli #strike to win #labour #labor #Canadian Postal Strike #Canada Post

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