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scrumsystem · 7 months ago

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5 Ways Visitor Management Systems Improve Business Security

In today’s fast-paced and interconnected world, ensuring the safety and security of any organization is a top priority. A visitor management system plays a vital role in achieving this goal by helping businesses streamline and enhance the way they handle visitors. Whether it’s a corporate office, educational institution, or healthcare facility, managing visitors effectively not only strengthens security but also boosts efficiency and improves the overall experience for everyone involved.

Visitor management systems have evolved significantly from the traditional sign-in sheets to advanced visitor management software, which allows organizations to track, monitor, and manage visitors in real-time. In this post, we’ll explore what a visitor management system is, its benefits, and how adopting a modern solution can help your organization stay secure while improving operations.

What is a Visitor Management System?

A visitor management system is a digital solution that automates the process of tracking and managing visitors in a workplace or facility. This system replaces outdated methods like paper sign-in sheets, providing an efficient, secure, and professional way to manage visitor information.

By using a visitor management system, businesses can pre-register guests, issue digital badges, track entry and exit times, and maintain a detailed log of all visitors. This data can be accessed in real-time, helping organizations maintain accurate visitor records and improve security protocols.

Why is a Visitor Management System Important?

The importance of having a visitor management system goes beyond just signing visitors in and out. Here are some key reasons why it is crucial for modern businesses:

Enhanced Security: A visitor management system ensures that only authorized individuals gain access to your facility. By pre-screening visitors and verifying their identities, you can prevent unauthorized entry and reduce security risks.

Streamlined Operations: A digital system automates the entire visitor process, allowing receptionists and security staff to focus on other tasks. This increases productivity and reduces the time spent managing visitors.

Compliance: Many industries require organizations to keep detailed records of visitor activity for safety and legal reasons. A visitor management system helps businesses stay compliant with data protection regulations by securely storing visitor information.

Improved Visitor Experience: Visitors appreciate a seamless and professional check-in process. With a visitor management system, they can pre-register online, receive QR codes, and bypass long queues at the front desk.

Real-Time Notifications: Notify staff members instantly when their visitor arrives, saving time and ensuring a smoother visitor experience.

Key Features of a Modern Visitor Management Software

A modern visitor management software goes beyond basic visitor tracking. It offers a range of advanced features designed to improve security, compliance, and the overall visitor experience. Here are some essential features to look for:

1. Pre-Registration and Self Check-In

With visitor management software, visitors can pre-register before their visit, making the check-in process faster and more efficient. Self-check-in kiosks also enable guests to sign in without assistance, saving time and reducing the workload for front desk staff.

2. Visitor Badges and QR Codes

Visitor badges and QR codes provide an easy way to identify visitors. Digital badges are sent to visitors' mobile devices, allowing them to check in using their phones. This reduces the need for physical badges and enhances security.

3. Integration with Security Systems

To further boost security, visitor management software can integrate with existing security systems such as surveillance cameras, access control, and alarm systems. This integration provides a complete overview of visitor activity in real-time.

4. Real-Time Visitor Tracking

Organizations can monitor visitors throughout their stay, ensuring they are only in authorized areas. Real-time tracking also provides insights into peak visitor times, helping improve staffing and facility management.

5. Customizable Workflows and Notifications

A customizable visitor management software allows organizations to tailor the check-in process based on their specific needs. Notifications can be sent to relevant staff members when a visitor checks in, improving communication and response time.

6. Data Storage and Analytics

The software stores visitor data securely and provides analytics that helps businesses identify patterns, such as frequent visitors or high-traffic times. This information is invaluable for making informed decisions about security and operations.

Benefits of Implementing a Visitor Management Software

By transitioning from traditional methods to a visitor management software, organizations stand to gain a multitude of benefits that can enhance security, efficiency, and compliance. Let’s take a closer look at the main advantages:

1. Increased Security

Automated visitor tracking ensures that only authorized individuals are allowed access to your facility. By pre-screening visitors and keeping accurate logs, businesses can mitigate risks and respond quickly in case of a security breach.

2. Operational Efficiency

By eliminating the need for manual sign-ins, visitor management software streamlines the check-in process, freeing up front desk staff to focus on more important tasks. The system also ensures that visitors do not experience unnecessary delays upon arrival.

3. Compliance with Regulations

Many industries, such as healthcare, education, and finance, require strict record-keeping for visitors. A visitor management system helps businesses stay compliant with regulations by securely storing data and providing audit-ready reports.

4. Enhanced Visitor Experience

An efficient and smooth check-in process leaves a positive impression on visitors. With features like pre-registration and self check-in, visitors spend less time waiting and more time engaging with their host.

5. Cost Savings

A digital visitor management software reduces the need for paper logs and physical badges, cutting down on administrative costs. Additionally, its automated features reduce the need for additional staff to manage visitor check-ins.

How to Choose the Right Visitor Management System

With many options available, selecting the right visitor management system can be overwhelming. To ensure that you make the right choice for your organization, consider the following factors:

1. Ease of Use

The system should be easy to use for both staff and visitors. An intuitive interface and user-friendly design will encourage adoption and minimize training requirements.

2. Scalability

Choose a system that can grow with your business. As your organization expands, your visitor management software should be able to handle increased visitor traffic and adapt to new security needs.

3. Integration Capabilities

Ensure that the software integrates seamlessly with your existing security systems, such as surveillance cameras, access control, and employee directories.

4. Customization Options

Every organization has unique security and operational needs. Look for a solution that allows you to customize workflows, notifications, and visitor badges to suit your requirements.

5. Compliance Features

If your industry requires detailed visitor logs or follows strict data protection regulations, choose a system that offers robust compliance features, such as secure data storage and detailed reporting.

Conclusion

Implementing a visitor management system is a critical step for organizations that prioritize security, efficiency, and compliance. By replacing outdated manual processes with modern visitor management software, businesses can enhance security, streamline operations, and create a better experience for visitors.

Whether you are a small office or a large facility, adopting a visitor management system will provide you with the tools needed to track visitors effectively and maintain a safe, secure environment for your staff and guests. Take the step towards better security and improved operations by exploring the right visitor management software for your organization today.

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ludojudoposts · 1 year ago

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Half Hour Story - The Gentlemen Caller (1967) dir. Alan Clarke, writer. Roy Minton

Starring: Tony Selby, Mike Pratt, George Cole

#half hour story #the gentlemen caller #1967 #tony selby #mike pratt #george cole #alan clarke #roy minton #screencaps #screengrabs #my edits #two brothers terrorise a visitor from social security whos accessing them for benefits

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bi-bliotaph · 4 months ago

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We [The United States] are experiencing a coup.

Elon Musk spent the weekend with a dozen or so DOGE (not a real department authorized by Congress, mind you) members with illegal computer servers that are hacking and ripping apart the United States federal government and destroying U.S. aid. This program gave food and medicine to millions of people around the world. When the officials refused to provide what Elon Musk wanted he threatened to get the U.S. Marshals involved and the employees were put on leave and forced to go home. Elon Musk literally sent the USAID employees home while they access classified material.

Unfettered access to information such as: payment mechanisms of the U.S. Treasury, personal information of millions of people (including social security), website visitor information, data from partners, evaluation data, geographic data, etc...

Trump’s U.S. attorney released a letter saying anyone who tries to threaten the DOGE team or Elon Musk and his allies will be prosecuted. And there is nothing we can do because if you call any of them out on it Trump will pardon them. This is a reminder that Elon musk is NOT an elected official and what he is doing is a federal crime. There was a protest outside the USAID building in Washington, DC on February 3rd, 2025.

Last time there was a coup in the United States on a federal level was January 6, 2021…And Trump pardoned them.

#us politics #american politics #politics #call it what it is folks #it’s a coup #coup #i’m tired of this grandpa

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deadpresidents · 29 days ago

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"Vocabor Franciscus. "I will be called Francis." It was a breathtaking choice. Because no pope had ever taken the name, it needed no Roman numerals but stood stark and simple...No one ever thought a pope could be called Francis; it would be like taking the name Peter, or Jesus. They were one of a kind.

"I was astonished at the boldness of it, because the name Francis is a whole program of governance in miniature," the Vatican commentator John Allen told Boston Radio. "He is this iconic figure in the Catholic imagination that awakens images of the antithesis of the institutional church...That's an awful lot of weight to put on your shoulders right out of the gate. If you're not prepared to walk that talk, then you're going to be in real trouble."

Bergoglio had walked that talk over a lifetime. Right now it mostly meant saying no, like keeping his old black shoes, his silver pectoral cross (a pope's is normally gold), and his faithful black plastic watch, or refusing the limousine waiting to take him back to the guesthouse for dinner ("May God forgive you for what you have done," he joked with the cardinals [who had just elected him]). After Mass with the cardinals the next day, he left the Vatican in a Ford Focus -- the security guards had better cars than the pope -- to pray at the shrine of Saint Mary Major, returning via the priests' hostel where he had stayed before the conclave. There he collected his bag, paid his bill to a shocked clerk ("I checked in under another name" was the caption on a widely tweeted photo), and chatted and joked with staff. There wasn't much to collect. He had been washing his clothes at night, letting them dry on the radiator...

...It was lots of those little things. They weren't mere gestures, nor were they calculated messages. They flowed from his identification with the Christ of the Gospels..."We must learn to be normal!" he told his Jesuit interviewer, Father Antonio Spadaro, in August that year, and he put it into practice, collecting his tray of food in the Santa Marta dining room like anyone else, making his own phone calls and many of his appointments, keeping his own diary, and making visits -- always in the blue Ford Focus, without any kind of entourage -- to parishes and charities around Rome, to spend time with the old and the homeless and the foreign-born.

Stories of Francis's personal kindness, impossible to verify, began to make their rounds, like the time he left his room to find a Swiss Guard standing outside his door and brought him a chair. "But Holy Father, I cannot sit down. My boss does not allow it," the guard told him. "Well, I'm the boss of your boss, and I say it's fine," Francis told him, before going back inside to fetch him the Italian equivalent of a Twinkie...

...Francis has become the most accessible of modern popes, almost always to be found at lunchtime in the Santa Marta restaurant, where he has his own table set aside, but stands in the queue with his tray like everyone else. Visitors report that he comes out of the Santa Marta to greet them personally, while hostel guests are often shocked to find that when elevator doors open the pope steps in ("I don't bite," he reassures them)."

-- Austen Ivereigh, on how different Pope Francis was from his monarchical predecessors and how shocking it was at the Vatican immediately following his election at the 2013 Conclave when Francis decided to live in a simple room at the Vatican's guesthouse instead of the luxurious papal apartments in the Apostolic Palace, in the 2014 book, The Great Reformer: Francis and the Making of a Radical Pope (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO)

#Pope Francis #Jorge Bergoglio #Popes #Papacy #Death of Pope Francis #Books About Pope Francis #Pope Francis Books #The Great Reformer: Francis and the Making of a Radical Pope #The Great Reformer #Austen Ivereigh

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the-original-skipps · 5 months ago

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|| Yandere Hacker!Scaramouche x Reader ||Headcanons || Genshin Impact ||

so I was watching hoyofair and this came up so I thought I’d do a quick something mehehe I mean I did spy scara before so might as well continue the tradition

cw: mentions of cyber stalking. privacy breach. slight mention of violence involving firearms.

Hacker!Scaramouche has your phone and laptop/computer bugged with his own personally made virus, which basically acts as a listening device. He can also remotely access both devices without you even knowing.

Hacker!Scaramouche who basically knows everything about you. He can hack into the government database to find out any personal information you have. Any records, all the names of your family members; he can just find out with a tap of his finger.

Hacker!Scaramouche knows your whereabouts at all times, a tracking software installed into your phone which you’ll never find. You can be in any part of the world and he’d still be able to find you. You don’t have your phone with you? Not a problem, he’ll just assess the satellite and look for you.

Hacker!Scaramouche who because of the virus on your phone, he pretty much listens to you go about your day. In this day and age, a person’s smartphone is an essential tool after all and he knows you’d always have it with you. He can be going about his day and your voice would be heard from this headphones. What you’re saying as you browse the internet, your personal mumblings - he hears them all. Especially the phone calls you have with other people.

Hacker!Scaramouche knows your current interests and wants. He knows you have that item in your basket on your shopping app that you’re putting off buying. So, he makes things easier for you and buys it for you. He’ll have it delivered straight to your house. A little gift from him.

Hacker!Scaramouche who has access to your phone’s photo gallery. He saves all the pictures you’ve taken into his own personal computer and phone. The pictures of the food you’re about to eat, the pretty scenery of the sky - they’re all backed up and saved. Though, he has a special folder for pictures with you in it.

Hacker!Scaramouche can hack into any security camera in any part of the world. He has a live stream of the security camera feed running in front of your house/apartment so he’d know when you’re home. He also keeps watch in case you bring any visitors home. If you do, a simple facial recognition program is all he needs to know who they are and if they’re a threat to him.

Hacker!Scaramouche who spends majority of his time behind a screen but isn’t afraid to come in person when needed. This new person you’re seeing? He already knows who they are and where they live. He’ll ruin them - drain them of their assets, enter false criminal records; anything to get them away from you. If they don’t get the message, a gun to the face will be sure to change their mind.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #scaramouche #wanderer #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact reader insert #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #skipps writes

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moody-alcoholic · 9 months ago

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These Violent Delights

Chapter 2 - Show Me This Life

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe. 7.5k words. You’re trying to learn more about yourself and the people around you, which is easier said then done, especially now you’re moving across the country. At least you can trust them right..?

CW: a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scenting), talking about periods, alcohol, language, mentions of past abuse, nightmares, angst.

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“Professor?” He’s not listening to the downright annoying voice behind him. His hands balled in fists as he looks at the broken earth. They came as quickly as they left. He sniffs the air. 4 of them, all men, and the omega she’s gone too. He can’t smell her death in the air. There is no point in a clean up effort, even if there was it could take months. The omega is gone. That’s his priority, to find her and take her back.

“Professor?”

“What!?” He snaps turning round to see Miles stood behind him gripping a tablet. He watches the alphas eyes dilate as the scent of anger fills the air. He doesn’t want to see him right now, or anyone. He wants his omega.

“It was the CIA.” He says reaching out with a tablet. The professor grabs it out his hand looking at the profile.

“Who is she?” His voice still filled with anger. He needs answers, he sees the name Kate Laswell. It doesn’t ring a bell.

“I’m not sure we’re working on it.” He says. Pathetic. Useless.

“Get out of my sight!” He shouts, thrusting the tablet in the man's hands. He turns back around as the first drops of rain are starting to fall. Now the place will be flooded too. The smell of death hangs heavy in the air. He closes his eyes breathing it in. It’s metallic, harsh, he can taste it in the air. He wonders if any of it is her blood. Her scent is fading with each gust of wind.

Kate Laswell.

The name spins round in his head. How did the CIA find out? He thinks back to the visitors he’s had over the past few months. It could have been any of them. He’s just come back from DC to secure more funding, what was he going to tell them now? The lab is destroyed and the omega gone. His phone buzzes in his pocket. He wants to ignore it throw it into the sinking earth and forget about it. He lets it ring out watching the sky darken as heavier clouds move in, he can feel the electricity in the air making the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

How dare they take his omega.

Johnny comes to see you after breakfast. He always looks so cheerful, beaming as he comes over.

“‘Mornin lass sleep well?” he asks

“Yeah.” You reply, you had good dreams again, Dr. Piper was there too.

“Wanna go for a walk? Thought you could use a change of scenery.” He winks at you. You nod almost too enthusiastically, swinging your legs out the bed. He brings over your slippers and a dressing gown. You put them on following him out the room. He loops his arm in yours leading you out the ward and towards another building. You enjoy the fresh air and the sun on your face.

“What’s Dr. Piper doing?” You ask, stopping to look through a door window.

“She’s been teaching us all about you, and us I guess now we’re all in the same boat.” He says, as she’s sat typing on a laptop. John and Kate must trust her enough to give her access to a laptop, that makes you smile.

“Think I could join?” You ask.

“I don’t see why not, but what do you need to know about yourself?” He chuckles. You’d be surprised. You walk through the door. Piper's head looks round from the laptop and she smiles.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She asks.

“Fine, I would like to get out of the hospital.” You say smiling, she nods looking past you at Johnny.

“I heard you’ve been teaching them.” You say.

“Yes, as much as I can. I’ve been helping Kate go over the research they took from the lab.” You don’t know why that makes you swallow hard.

“Can I join? I’d like to know more about what was going on.” You say trying not to sound nervous. She smiles.

“Cause you can, although some things you might already know.” She says.

“What are you talking about today?”

“Scenting, hopefully, maybe get the alpha’s to control their scent more.”

“That would be nice.” You say before you can stop yourself. She smiles as you hear the door behind you open. The scent of alpha fills the air. It’s not John though the presence is darker. It’s Simon. The hairs stand up on the back of your neck, you’re too scared to turn, you don’t want to turn. You look at Piper, she looks sympathetically, she wont project her scent onto you, you know that. They need to get used to you and you used to them. Besides, one of them might be claiming you next month.

“Where have you been hiding, ey?” You hear Johnny say.

“None of your business sergeant.” A gruff voice comes back. You slip down into a seat not taking your eyes off Piper. You hear a chair scrape back as Johnny sit’s down talking with him. It’s a few minutes later when you hear John and Gaz arrive. Kyle you learned his name, but he likes to be called Gaz. The smell of John’s alpha washes over you, it’s more calming then the other man, even Piper can feel it.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Gaz asks you as he sits next to you.

“Fine.” You say smiling at him. You look back over at Piper as she begins her lesson.

A lot of the information you already know, how scent works, where it comes from. Alpha’s have the strongest scent but also have the hardest time controlling it. Betas are very good at controlling scent and masking, it’s common for beta’s to use their scent to calm alphas and omegas. Omegas are the best at detecting scent, it’s a defense mechanism at the end of the day. Being able to smell the threat before it’s right next to you.

“You’ve all scented the omega, what about each other.” She says stepping to the side. “Any volunteers.” You almost step up automatically but instead it’s John who steps up. Piper walks around him.

“Kyle.” She motions at him, he steps up.

“Stretch your neck your, your hormones will do the rest. Remember the scent comes from the back of your neck.” She explains. You watch as Price bears his neck towards Gaz. His nostrils flare as he breathes the scent in. The scent of his alpha fills the room, you can see Gaz wobble as he breathes it in. It makes you chuckle, the memory of new betas passing out after scenting you or an alpha. Doctor Piper moves to pull Gaz away and she helps him back to a seat. He looks out of it, and John won’t be the only alpha he has to scent today.

“Who’s next?” She asks the room, her eyes landing on you for a second. You get up walking over to him. You’ve only ever scented one alpha before. The professor, John’s scent is already overwhelming enough. You get up going towards him, he smiles at you, it helps put you at ease as you reach up. He’s taller then you and you have to step up on your toes.

“Scenting each other is important for packs, once each member has gone through the process of projecting their scent onto one another it creates a bond between you all.” She explains. A pack. You never thought you could be part of a pack before. You close your eyes leaning in to scent him.

“The ground after rain.” He says quietly as his scent fills your nose. You slowly open your eyes, your mouth hanging open, pupils dilated.

The ground after rain and smoke, that’s John’s scent.

You smile at him, you don’t need Piper's help to get back to your seat. John’s eyes stay on you as you sit down.

The next few minutes you’re blissed out enjoying the alpha’s scent, it’s calming, safe. It’s only when John’s finished you start paying attention. The two beta’s go next if not just to give you all a break. It’s followed by an explanation of masking, the ability to hide your scent, betas are the best at it. You feel the energy in the room change when Simon eventually walks next to Piper.

“Two alpha’s in a pack is unusual, doesn’t mean it cannot work though.” She says, you can tell she doesn’t seem that confident. John goes first then Gaz and Johnny. It’s only you left. You get out your chair walking over to him slowly. His scent is strong, he looks down at you through his mask as you tip your head up to him. He bares his scent for you. The ground after rain and something you can’t name, it’s metallic, it makes a lump form in your throat.

You back up from him, he’s not as scary as he seems now. He makes your head spin as he turns to look at you, his eyes meeting yours. He has dark brown eyes, you let out a breath, smiling at him. You feel Pipers hand on your arm. Goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. You turn going back over to your seat.

“Okay, that wasn’t so bad.” Piper continues as she presses her hands together. “The calmer you are, the less prominent your scent is. If you’re stressed or upset you’ll have a harder time controlling it.” You look over at Simon, he sat down next to John instead of going to the back of the room.

You stop listening to Piper, keeping your eyes on him. What was the other smell, the ground after rain, something else, thick and heavy, harsh as it hit your nose. You flare your nostrils trying to breath him in but you can’t smell him anymore.

Dr. Piper talks about masking and how to spot it. She says as soon as there is a beta specialist here, they will be able to help them more, she can only do so much. You know from your own experience that a lot of things are just instinct. The last thing she talks about is scruffing.

A pit forms in your stomach, you’ve never had good experience with that. That’s the point though you’re not supposed to. You remember back in the bunker, the professor would sometimes do it for no reason, sometimes for hours on end. Your hand goes up to the back of your neck.

“For alpha’s and beta’s it’ll just feel like someone has jolted you, or hit you hard in the back of the neck, it’s painful. For omega’s it’s completely immobilising. It’s only to be used in extreme situations, I personally would argue there should never be a reason to do it. There are less invasive ways to subdue someone without resorting to scruffing.” She looks round the room, her eyes landing on you. You would happily go the rest of your life without being scruffed again.

The door to the room opens and you turn to see Kate walk in with a tablet in her hand. Dr. Piper wraps up her speech moving back over to her laptop as Kate walks up to hand the tablet to John. You’re watching them as you hear Johnny move to sit next to you wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“So what do I smell like?” He asks. You smile, breathing him in.

“You smell like clean sheets, straight out the dryer.” You say.

“That’s boring, anything else?” He asks huffing.

“It’s a good smell, a nice smell, safe.” You reply smiling. You’ve always felt safe around betas. You both watch as John get’s up pressing something on the tablet.

“We’re going to be moving to Washington.”

“DC?” Johnny asks.

“The state.” John says.

“Lot’s of rain, you'll be right at home.” Kate says. Dr. Piper looks over from the laptop. You watch her eyes flick between Kate and John.

“I’m sure it won’t take you long to pack?” He asks looking round the room. Johnny and Gaz are already on their feet.

“C’mon love, I’ll take you back.” Johnny says holding his hand out for you.

“It’s okay, i’ve got it.” Dr. Piper says smiling. Johnny winks at you before he leaves with Gaz. You’re not sure what all the winking is about, but it makes you smile, heat rushing to your cheeks. Once the room is empty Dr. Piper comes to sit next to you. She rests her hand on your thigh.

“I have some clothes for you so you’re not suck wearing hospital scrubs all the time.” You smile at her nodding.

“You did well today, you should be proud of yourself.” She says squeezing your leg.

“Simon is intimidating.” You admit still thinking about his scent, the scent you can’t place.

“He’s an alpha, you’ll get used to him.” She says standing up.

“Let’s go get you changed and something to eat before we leave.” She holds her hand out for you. You take it as she picks the laptop up.

“You’ll like Washington.” She says. “It’s by the ocean, lots of evergreen forests and sea air.” You smile at her, that does sound nice.

You’ve never been on a plane before. It’s massive, bigger then you expected, it’s a cargo plane. You can’t help staring at it in awe, you watch soldiers driving crates up into it. You see Kate and John talking outside the ramp of the plane you stick close to Dr. Piper letting her lead you up to them. Kate turns to look at you.

“It was nice to meet you, I’m sure we will see each other again at some point.” Kate says, reaching her hand out.

“You’re not coming with us?” You ask, she shakes her head.

“No, I'm needed elsewhere, I’ll be in touch though.” She smiles. You feel sad she’s leaving at least you had one other woman around. Piper’s hand presses on your back leading you into the plane. You’re looking all over the place, something always pulling your eyes in a new direction. Piper walks you to the front of the plane through a door into a room with what you recognise as ‘normal’ seating. Johnny and Gaz are already sat down talking.

“Hey lass come sit with us! We’ll let you have the window seat!” Johnny calls waving at you. You turn to Dr. Piper who nods at you smiling. Johnny and Gaz move, letting you sit by the window.

“Excited?” Johnny asks, sitting back down next to you.

“Nervous, I’ve never been on a plane before. Does it go fast?” You ask. Gaz chuckles.

“Oh yeah, like hundreds of miles an hour.” He says nodding. You swallow looking back out the window. You can see people walking around, driving around in strange looking vehicles.

“How long will it take?”

“About 4 hours.” Johnny says. You look back over at them, looking past Johnny at Gaz. His head is turned away from you as he looks out the window in the other aisle.

“You know I had an aunt who was afraid of flying.” Johnny says. You turn to frown at him.

“I’m not scared.” You say. Johnny smiles.

“Well if you do get scared you can hold my hand.” Johnny winks.

“Christ.” You hear Gaz chuckle. You hear the door open and see John and Simon walking in taking seats behind you.

“LT’s scared of heights.” Johnny says nudging you. You hear him sigh behind you. You can tell it’s not true but you smile anyway, you know he’s just trying to put you at ease. You watch out the window as you hear all kinds of banging and new noises. When the plane starts to roll back you feel strangely nervous. You can tell Johnny picks up on it nudging you to pull your attention to him.

“This is the best part you know.” He says putting his hand out palm up, you lace your fingers with his without thinking. He gives your hand a squeeze as the plane turns. You hear the engines start then before you know it the plane is barrelling down the runway. You squeeze Johnny’s hand way too tight until you feel the plane lift off the ground. As soon as that happens you relax.

“See, not so bad.” Johnny says nudging you. You nod at him before looking back out the window, watching the ground get further and further away. You watch the plane go through the clouds as it turns, making your stomach drop. You squeeze Johnny’s hand tighter, there’s a quick stabbing pain in your side as you rearrange your position.

“Do you have any family?” You ask Johnny without looking away from the window.

“Yeah, you?” You weren't expecting him to ask you. You turn to him, pulling your hand out his.

“I don’t remember my dad. My mum liked to bake, I have this memory of her. It was a sunny day, she always smelled of apple’s or cinnamon.” He has a sad look in his eyes. You don’t want him feeling sorry for you. You look back out the window.

“What happened to them?” Johnny asks.

“They died.” You say. There’s another scent in the air, it makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You know that scent, it’s Simon.

When you land, you travel a few hours on the road to get to the base. The whole place is surrounded by dense woodland. It makes you happy seeing so much nature. It's an army base but it's deep in the forest. You saw the ocean Dr. Piper was talking about while the plane was landing.

You've never seen an ocean before.

When you get into the barracks the smell of fresh paint hits your nose. The walls are bare and tall, there are windows with grates over them. You’re walking into a sparsely furnished living room, a sofa, a dining table and chairs. There’s a TV, you’ve not seen one of those in years. A kitchen in the corner, it’s only a small with a sink, fridge and oven.

Apparently this building is just for you and them, the people who saved you. 141, you've heard people call them.

“Ooo, fancy.” Johnny says as he comes in behind you throwing his bag down. You move to let the rest of them come in. Fluorescent lights flicker on and you walk in looking round. There’s a corridor that leads to an emergency exit.

“I call the biggest room.” Johnny calls from behind you.

“You can’t just call a room.” Gaz says.

“Yeah, says who?” Johnny asks going over to the sofa with Gaz following after him. John’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder.

“Why don’t you go pick first?” He says watching Gaz look inside the kettle. You turn to look at him as he moves his hand. He nods you in the direction of the hallway. You smile at him and head down.

The first two rooms are an office and what looks like a shared bathroom. You continue down to the next two rooms. They’re both bedrooms, they’re pretty much identical, a bed, a wardrobe and a desk. You keep going all the way to the end of the hallway, there are 6 rooms 3 on each side. You find yourself at the last room to the left. It has a massive window looking out over a field, you can see the walls of the base.

You walk in the room running your fingers over the desk. It’s bigger then any room you’ve ever had before. You look in the distance through the window, you can see trees, more trees then you’ve ever seen. You're surrounded by an evergreen forest. It makes you happy, maybe you could convince John to let you explore it one day. You lift the handle on the window. It only opens a small amount but you can smell the fresh air, hear the trees swaying in the wind. This is your room.

“What do you think?” You turn to look at Dr. Piper standing in the doorway. You smile going over to her.

“I like it.” You say.

“Wait till you see the lab they’ve got ready for me.” She smiles. You close the door behind you as you leave, locking it and pulling the key out. You look at the room opposite you, Dr. Piper's bag is already on the bed. You’re happy she’s going to be close to you. You make your way back down to the common room where you can hear laughing and talking. It makes you smile. You haven’t been in an environment like this before.

“Tea?” Gaz asks from the tiny kitchen. You blink at him, looking as he stands there with mugs in his hand.

“I’ve never had tea before.” You say walking over to him.

“Want to try it?” He asks, you look at the bags in the cups as he pours the water in. The smell fills your nose, it's herbal. You nod watching him spoon sugar into some of the cups. He pushes one towards you then reaches into the fridge taking out some milk. You hear the door to the building open turning to see Simon walk in. He walks over to Piper and hands her something. She thanks him as he walks away. His eyes meet yours and you smile at him. You wish you could see if he was smiling back. At least he’s not sending shivers up your spine any more.

“Want to come see the lab?” Piper asks coming back over to you. Gaz pushes a mug in your hands. You shake your head.

“I’m going to try tea.” You say smiling and following Gaz over to the sofa. Piper smiles.

“I’ll see you in a bit then.” She nods at you heading out. You sit down on one of the sofa chairs.

“This is rubbish, all these channels are American, how are we supposed to watch the footy now?” Johnny says as you watch him flick through the channels. You warm your hands on the mug pulling your legs up onto the chair. You blow on the tea waiting for it to cool, Johnny lands on a news channel. You watch it mesmerised by what’s happening. You get distracted by John coming out of the office, he walks over to pick up a mug and comes over to see what’s on the TV.

“What do you think?” He asks looking at you, you look confused for a second then you remember the tea. You bring it up and take a sip. It’s warm and milky, you can’t place the flavor but it’s sweet. You nod at him and he smiles.

“Where did Dr. Montgomery go?” He asks.

“She went to the lab.” Johnny says without looking up from the remote. You take another sip of the tea, your stomach growls and you realise how hungry you are. John checks his watch.

“You should all get something to eat before the mess closes.” Johnny jumps up off the sofa while Gaz downs the rest of the tea. You place your half drunk cup on the coffee table with the others.

“C’mon lass before they eat all the cake.” You smile at that.

“Is there really going to be cake?” You hear John laugh as Johnny throws his arm over your shoulder. When you get to the dining hall there are still a few people hanging out. You pick up a tray following Johnny and Gaz’s lead. You see foods you’ve never seen before you want to try everything. Johnny recommends things and you end up with two plates of food. And 2 servings of chocolate pudding which you end up eating first. Johnny and Gaz chuckle at you while you go round your plates trying a little of everything until you’re full.

You eat so much you feel like you can’t move when you’re done. Johnny steals one of your plates to finish off your mash. You lean back wondering why you’re so hungry, you count in your head again. It’s definitely not your heat. There’s the stabbing pain again. It’s not in your side anymore it’s in your abdomen.

Shit. It’s already the end of the month, your period should be any day now.

You sigh, you’ll need to tell Piper and ask her for a mattress protector. You don’t think John would be happy if you ruined the bed on the first night. You listen to Johnny and Gaz talking about past missions. You can’t help but catch people looking at you. It makes you feel self-conscious, you feel like Johnny and Gaz can pick up on it too because before they start a new anecdote they decide to leave.

It’s late evening as you’re leaving the mess hall with Gaz. Johnny said he needed to ‘hit the gym’ so you were left alone with Gaz. You don’t mind, following him as he leads you across the grounds back towards the barracks.

“Do you have a family?” You ask him trying to distract yourself.

“Yeah, a big one actually.” He says smiling. You smile back at him.

“Do they all live in the UK?”

“Yeah London.” He smiles.

“Do you miss them?”

“All the time.” He sounds sad, you feel bad. “I can show you some photos, I have some in my room.” You nod seeing him smile. There’s the pain again, a stabbing pain in your bowels. You stop, Gaz stops too turning to you.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, I just need to see Dr. Piper.” You say. You look over at the red brick building.

“That’s where the lab is right?” You ask. Gaz nods.

“Want me to come with you?” You shake your head smiling at him.

“I’m good.” You say walking off towards the building.

Dr. Piper is filling up a cupboard with new lab supplies when a door slams closed, making her jump. She turns looking round the lab.

“Hello?” She calls, gripping the test tube rack. She takes a breath in. Alpha.

“John?” She asks, looking round the stack of boxes. She takes a step back backing up into something. The contact makes her jump, spinning round to see Simon standing behind her.

“Jesus, have they thought about putting a bell on you lieutenant?” She breathes feeling relieved. He hums making his way round to the other side of the table.

“Price wanted me to come and see if there was anything you needed?” She can’t read his expression under his mask. He has such a looming presence in the room, John told her Simon was taking the changes the hardest. She only had time to quickly look over the files John had given her on him, maybe there would be some answers in there. Maybe she could get him to talk.

“I think I’m good, got enough equipment in here, we're going to give the CDC a run for their money.” She says trying to lighten the mood. He looks at her nodding. A man of few words, along with his overpowering alpha sent, he’s always the most intimidating person in the room.

“Has John made any progress on finding the people I recommended?” She doesn’t expect an answer from him but she’s already decided she’s going to get him to talk to her.

“Working on it.” He says looking in a box of supplies. She nods, pressing her lips together. She tries to remember what she learned in her psychology classes. Her eyes follow the bulking figure around as he heads over to the door of her office.

“What made you work for someone like the Professor?” He asks, she smiles, keeping her distance.

“I agreed with his original vision for the project. I was fresh out of med school, he was offering a unique career path.” She explains watching to see his reaction. He’s good at hiding it, he’ll be a good alpha.

“What changed?”

“He started getting more extreme. His experiments getting more and more unethical. He started to lose track of his goals.” She moves over to open another box of lab supplies.

“Why didn’t he kill you?” He asks, walking towards her.

“I was close with the omega, the professor had broken his bond with her. She needed someone safe, she could trust-”

“So he could keep torturing her.” He cuts her off, she looks up at him, his arms crossed. His eyes are digging into her, she can feel the anger in the air let alone smell it.

“I’m a doctor first, I never hurt her.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.” He says, his words harsh causing her to sigh and close the box up.

“Like you’ve never killed anyone.” She scoffs.

“I’m a soldier.”

“I’m a doctor.”

“Just because you didn’t pull the trigger doesn’t mean you haven’t killed people.” He says

“She’s alive, that's all that matters!” Piper snaps.

“And that makes you think you’re different then him?” He scoffs. Piper shakes her head, taking a step over to him.

“You don’t get to judge me. I did what I had to do to keep her safe, alive.” She says, tipping her head to the side watching his expression. His scent doesn’t change. His eyes are still digging into her.

“I read the report, over 15 years she was down there.” His voice is low, it makes the hairs stand up on the back of her neck.

“You don’t get to judge me.” Piper repeats, she can’t lose her confidence now. He shakes his head, his anger is heavy in the air. She should back down, everything in her body tells her to run and hide from him.

“You haven’t told her about the professor yet?” He asks. Shit, she was hoping to avoid this conversation. She lets out a sigh.

“Did John ask that?” She asks. He doesn’t say anything, she stands her ground.

“You say you’re one of the good guys but what else doesn't she know? Does she know who he is?” His alpha is on full display, his scent thick in the air. It makes her back down, she can’t avoid it this time. He shakes his head.

“Her own father, christ, she should at least know he’s alive.”

“Why do you care so much?” Piper says backing up, she doesn’t want to but she can’t help it. A new scent fills her nose. Omega.

You step out from round the corner. Hugging your chest, tears in your eyes. Simon and Piper both turn to you. You feel like you can’t breathe, you stare, mouth hanging open as they watch you waiting to see what you’ll do.

Your dad. It can’t be real. He wanted to claim you.

You feel sick, you can’t even remember what you needed from her now. You take a step back, before you know it your body is turned and you’re sprinting out the room. You sprint as fast as you can across the grass back towards the barracks. You don’t stop, throwing yourself through the door. You don’t even register Gaz calling you as you rush past him to your room. You slam the door, turning the lock. You brace yourself on the desk sucking in gulps of air. Your lungs are burning.

He’s your father.

He’s alive.

There’s noise in the hallway.

“What happened?” It’s John’s voice. You can smell the alpha in the air. Simon is here too. Someone tries the door handle. Then there’s a knock. Dr. Piper calls your name. She is the last person you want to see. She’s knocking on the door.

“Go away!” You shout, your voice breaks.

“He’s not your biological father, he married your mother to get to you!” Piper calls through the door. You don’t care, you're angry you want to scream. You go over to the door pulling it open. It almost knocks Piper off her feet.

“That makes it better then, he just groomed me instead! Why don’t I remember him!” You snap. You look round at everyone standing in the hall. Your eyes flick to John, he looks confused, worried, they all do.

“It was a side effect of the first formula, it effected your memory.” She says.

“I remember my mother.” You say. Dr. Piper shakes her head.

“Who do you think of when you think of her?” She asks sympathetically. You think of the memories, of her baking, you playing in the house on the hill. It’s a sunny summers evening, you can even imagine the birds singing in the trees.

“My mum, the house on the hill-.”

“With the pies, it’s a summer evening.” Piper finishes. She reaches out to grip your shoulders. You flinch but she holds you in place looking into your eyes.

“Think hard about who you see when you think of your mother.” You close your eyes out of spite. You try to imagine her face but you can’t. You let out another sob, why can’t you picture her face. She’s always so real in your head, the pies, the garden.

You squeeze your eyes. It’s Dr. Piper, she’s who you see, she’s who you always think of when you think of your mother. You open your eyes, you can hardly see her through your tears. You back away from her.

“She was so real.” You say between sobs.

“I know, she had to be. You needed something to cling onto. Something to keep you grounded.” She says, taking a step forward but she doesn’t enter your room.

“You lied to me!” You shout at her wiping your tears away. You’re angry, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this angry.

“We did what we had to do to keep you safe.” She says, you can hear the pleading in her voice.

“We? You mean you and the professor.” You say dropping your shoulders. You can’t believe what you’re hearing, you trusted her. You want to hate her, you wish you could hate her. You turn back to look at her, she looks sad, you can smell the sincerity in the air. You want to scream at her, you want to be mad, you never want to see her again. You rub the back of your neck. You feel betrayed.

“I’m so sorry.” She says. You don’t want to see her anymore. You reach over and slam the door in her face. You wish you had a nest you could crawl up in. You don’t even have that. You hear their voices from the other side of the door.

You don’t care, you throw yourself into the bed pulling the covers over your head. For the first time you wish you were back in the bunker. Back in the tiny room you called home for the most of your life. You close your eyes. You wish you could think of your mother but the memories are tainted now.

...

When you wake it’s dark out, the window is still cracked open and you can hear the wind blowing through the crack. Your head feels heavy, your throat dry, you get out of bed. The room is cold but you leave the window open, you want to smell the fresh air. You take a breath opening the door, Dr. Pipers door is closed, all the doors are, there’s no noise in the building now.

The only light you can see is coming out the bottom of the office. You take a deep breath in as you pass it, it’s John. You go into the kitchen looking through the cupboards for a glass. You hear the office door open as you run the tap. John sticks his head round the corner, you watch his nostrils flair. You don’t care that you smell distressed, it must be strong enough for him to pick up on it though.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as you sip the water.

“Fine,” it’s a lie, you don’t really know how you feel. He takes a step towards you.

“We were going to tell you, Dr. Montgomery thought you should get settled in first.” He says, you put the glass in the sink.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry I acted the way I did.” You say, you don’t know why you feel like you have to apologise but you made a scene. You’re not supposed to do that. Omega’s are to be seen and not heard. The professor's words spin round in your head.

“Don’t be silly, come on I have something for you.” He says, you nod following him. He goes into his office, the room is smaller then the bedroom, there’s just enough room for the desk, a sofa and some filing cabinets. Everything is still in boxes though as he bends down picking something up off the sofa. He turns handing you a pile of pillows and blankets.

“Dr. Montgomery said you might want to nest.” He sounds unsure what that means, you reach out taking the pile in your arms. You want to still be mad at her. She’s right though, you want a nest. It makes you nervous as you look up at John, the last nest you made was destroyed. John would never do that, you trust him.

“Thank you.” You say feeling the soft fabric. You wish you could run off and make a nest in the forest, surrounded by nature where you can watch the birds. Maybe high up in a tree somewhere where no one can reach you.

“If you want some space from her I can keep her busy.” You look up at him. You wish it was that simple.

“We’re bonded, if I’m away from her for too long I get moody, sad, lonely.” You wish you could explain it, the feeling of not being with someone you bonded with. He’ll understand, if he claims you, that’s the strongest bond there is. It’s the same reason you can’t bring yourself to hate her, no matter what she’s done.

“If there is anything you need you just have to ask.” He says his hand comes up to squeeze your shoulder. You breathe him in, his calming alpha scent fills your nose. You trust him, you feel safe around him.

“Thank you.” You say as his hand drops, he smiles at you.

“You should get some rest, it's late and we have a lot to do tomorrow.” You nod, turning to leave. You make it to the door hearing him following behind you.

“John,” you stop swallowing the nerves. “Do you think maybe one day we could go for a walk in the forest?” He’s going to say no, why did you even ask? You squeeze the pile of bedding biting the inside of your cheek. His hand lands on the small of your back as he pushes you through the door turning the light off and locking the door.

“Maybe, I’ll see what I can work out.” He says. You smile walking down towards your room. You turn back to look at him walking into his room, it’s right next to the office. He smiles at you as you walk through your door. You dump the pile down under the window. You wish it would open more so you could stick your head out and breathe in the cold night air. This would be a nice place to build a nest, you’re too tired now though. You leave the curtains open and climb back into bed. You can see out to the sky from the bed, there is no moon tonight, but you can see stars. You’ve never seen stars before, it makes you smile.

You dream you’re walking through the forests with John. It’s warm but the sun is broken up by trees. You can hear the birds singing up in the trees. The air is thick with electricity, you end up by a lake. The sky is dark, there are rumbles of thunder in the distance. John comes up behind you, his hands land on your shoulders. His hands are strong, firm as they squeeze you.

You lean back pressing your back against his chest. You close your eyes as the scent of his alpha fills your nose and you relax into him. There’s another crash of thunder, it shakes you and your eyes flash open. There’s no lake anymore, John’s gone too. You smell apple pie, when you turn the forest is gone and replaced by the house, the house on the hill. You try to back away but something is stopping you. Hands grip your arm nails digging into your skin.

“Why are you trying to run?” The voice is low and harsh in your ear sending shivers up your spine. It’s the professor, he’s forcing you to walk towards the house. You try to stop but he picks you up in his arms, you kick and thrash trying to claw at his skin. He laughs, his arms wrapping round you tighter. The smell of pie is replaced with the overwhelming smell of blood.

You can hear Dr. Piper’s voice. It takes you all your energy to push against him in a last ditch effort to escape. It doesn’t matter though, he lets out a deep laugh, his hand coming round to grip the back of your neck. You scream as pain radiates down your spine, your body goes limp, you can’t fight it, you try to call out but your breath catches in your throat and everything goes black.

the whisky wasn’t cutting it. It’s his second glass and his nerves were higher then they had ever been. He’d been ignoring calls all day, leaving it to his assistant, his prodigy; Miles Ashford. He’s spent the past year as his assistant. At first he wasn’t sure why he kept him around, but he needed someone to keep his work up to date above ground. He’d promised him an omega, once he had perfected the formula. He was so close. He stood up, downing the rest of the glass, the alcohol burnt his throat. He was so close, almost perfect. There’s a knock at the door. He walks over to the drinks cabinet again reaching in and taking the bottle of whisky out.

“Come in!” He calls. He watches as the door creaks open and Miles walks in. He walks in slowly, making sure he’s definitely allowed in before closing the door behind him. The professor sits down behind his desk.

“I spoke to your contact at the CIA. He knows who Laswell is.” Miles put a folder down on the table. “She’s been on vacation for the past week.”

“Red herring?” The professor asks, pouring whisky in his glass. Miles shakes his head.

“She was investigating you but Shepherd did his job, threw her off the scent then she went on vacation.” Miles puts another folder on the table. The Professor recognises it straight away. Doctor Piper Montgomery.

“She’s been putting feelers out for old staff members. I think she’s searching for someone.” He says. The professor picks his glass up.

“I should have put the bitch down when I had a chance.” He says, shaking his head. “Where is she?”

“She was in New York but now she’s missing.” Miles says, the professor's eyes dig into him as he thinks taking a sip of the whisky. He lets out a long sigh.

“Find out who she’s talking with and why. If you find her, kill her.”

“What about the CIA?” Miles asks.

“I think General Shepherd is capable of keeping that under control.” He lets out another sigh. Miles nods, he turns to leave the professor looks down at the file on the table. He looks at the image of Piper sticking out. Anger boils up inside him as he finishes the drink. Fucking bitch. He should have killed her when he had the chance. This is her doing he can smell it from a mile away.

He grips the desk slamming the glass down as hard as he can. It shatters the broken glass digs into his hand, ripping the flesh. He grits his teeth at the pain bringing his palm up to his mouth. He can already feel the flesh trying to repair itself.

He pulls the picture out the file. It’s a picture of you and Piper. You’re looking at her, your expression soft, his thumb runs over your face. There’s an aching in him. He needs you back, he needs to claim you. He’s going to find you, no matter what it takes.

Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui

Special thank you yet again to rememberwren <3

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globalnewscollective · 2 months ago

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Trump and Musk Are Pushing the U.S. Toward a Shutdown—Here’s What That Means for You

Once again, the U.S. is on the brink of a government shutdown. But this time, it’s not just political infighting—tech billionaire Elon Musk is playing a role, too. By leveraging his influence and platform, Musk has joined forces with Donald Trump to push for chaos, blocking a budget plan that would keep the government running.

What’s Happening?

A government shutdown occurs when Congress fails to pass a budget. Without funding, federal agencies shut down, leaving millions of workers unpaid and essential services suspended. Trump has been pressuring Republicans to reject the current spending plan, while Musk has amplified right-wing voices that oppose it, turning a routine budget negotiation into a high-stakes political crisis.

How This Affects You

A government shutdown doesn’t just impact politicians—it hits everyday Americans hard. Here’s what you need to know:

Federal Workers & Military Personnel: Over 4 million federal employees, including service members, could be forced to work without pay or be furloughed entirely. Many live paycheck to paycheck and would struggle to cover rent, utilities, or groceries.

Social Security & Medicare: While benefits continue, customer service lines and claims processing could be severely delayed, making it harder for seniors and disabled individuals to access their payments or healthcare services.

Food Assistance Programs: Families relying on the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP) could see delays in benefits, and funding for food banks may dry up, exacerbating food insecurity.

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Housing & Small Business Loans: FHA-backed home loans could be delayed, making it harder for people to buy homes. Small businesses relying on federal grants or loans may also face significant funding gaps.

Economic Instability: The uncertainty and disruption from a shutdown can rattle financial markets, leading to job losses, increased inflation, and setbacks for businesses large and small.

Why Are Trump and Musk Doing This?

The Democrats argue that the budget proposal favored by Trump is nothing more than a disguised tax cut that would primarily benefit the ultra-wealthy—people like Musk. Additionally, they refuse to support a plan that would burden the U.S. with trillions of dollars in additional debt. Notably, alongside the Democrats, 38 Republican members of Congress also voted against Trump’s proposal.

The Bigger Picture

This isn’t just a budget dispute. It’s an alarming sign of how billionaires and political extremists can manipulate the system for their own gain. When an unelected tech mogul like Musk and a former president under multiple indictments can grind the government to a halt, it raises serious concerns about power, accountability, and the future of democracy.

What Can You Do?

Stay informed and share credible news sources.

Contact your representatives and demand they stand up to political obstruction.

Support journalism that holds those in power accountable.

Most importantly: Vote. A government shutdown is a preview of the dysfunction that could become permanent if Trump and his allies regain full control.

This is bigger than one political battle—it’s a fight for the stability of the country. And the outcome depends on all of us.

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https://www.reuters.com/world/us/us-senate-democrats-debate-path-forward-government-funding-bill-2025-03-12/

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Dp x Dc AU: Tucker gets hired by the JL to work on the Watchtower’s cybersecurity... He might have a few friends visit.

Batman looked over the application for visitors presented to him by Dr. Foley, who was nervously wringing his hands but seemed excited to talk about his two close associates, and it appeared that everything was in order for the pair to be allotted a short visitation time slot.

The paperwork was established by Batman himself after all, needing a way to permit non-members (His Children) to visit him at his office in the watchtower. Looking over Dr. Foley’s application, the invites to Dr. D. Fenton and Dr. S. Manson seemed to be somewhat warranted.

Dr. Fenton is a well known astrophysicist and Dr. Foley had been upping the security to reflect more complex physics models as the ‘lock’ mechanism for access to Watchtower servers. Dr. Manson was a more controversial figure in social justice but a biochemist to rival Dr. Pamela Isley, not to mention she was someone Bruce Wayne had met a number of times and not completely hated (though he was sure she hated him and everyone else in the gala). She was a fan favorite guest by his children and a great advocate for animal and human rights.

Batman approves the application, allowing their visitation for a few hours at a time once a week until the completion of Dr. Foley’s project.

He doesn’t hear much from it, nor from Dr. Foley, but things start to come down the rumor grapevine that the two guests were more than they seemed. Red Robin was the first to comment on it to him, and as practical and efficient Tim could be, there was a look of chaos in his smile as he discussed the two additional PhDs. He was stingy on details and that always meant something bad for Bruce’s mental health. A few others asked a few questions as to who exactly the pair were visiting, and Cyborg commented that they weren’t really doing too much to assist Dr. Foley.

Batman decides to intervene and meet these two for himself when he hears Constantine complain (not that the man wasn’t always complaining about something) about the two new magic users being way too OP for normal humans.

This is how the JL gets to become allied with Ghost King Phantom and Thorn (not Poison Ivy pt.2 as Robin insisted). Turns out they weren’t sure if the JL could be trusted with interdimensional politics, so Tucker spent the last two years gaining their trust to let Danny and Sam up here to ‘check the place out’ before they committed to becoming members.

Batman doesn’t even get to raise alarms at the espionage of it all because Red Robin has already programed their new badges and welcomed them on with open arms and a project to take down the LOA’s Lazarus Pits “safely”.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp crossover #dc crossover #danny phantom #tucker gets a job with the JL to do espionage and enjoys the benefits package while hes at it #tucker gets dental and 401k matching while also keeping an eye open for war crimes #tucker 'too fine' foley is thriving (respectfully) when working with wonder woman to get her passwords set up #danny is a huge fan and want to join but sam is adamant that they cant be so sure #sam is connected to the green and goes by the most goth plant hero name i could think of #ghost king danny #everyone in this AU has spent way too much time and money going to school and getting phds #except for tim of course #manson family scholarship is just taking change from her moms purse #chaos gremlin highschool dropout tim drake has already sorted this whole thing out before tucker or bruce could even recognize it

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The World We Share

Hi there! I’m planning to go through and proofread my writings every night so I can share more with you. It may take a bit since I’m juggling work too, but I appreciate your patience and support. Sending big hugs!

Synopsis | After eight months with Sylus, trust deepens beyond words. In a quiet moment, she gives him a spare key—an unspoken promise of belonging. Grief lingers, but love blooms slowly, gently, offering them both a sanctuary they never thought they'd find.

It had been eight months since you first stepped into Sylus’s world—not just as a visitor, but as someone irreplaceable. His base in N109 Zone, once a fortress of steel and silence, now breathed with traces of your presence. The security system that once responded only to his voice had been reconfigured, its permissions rewritten to obey yours as well. Every door, every corridor, every sensor now recognized you like a second heartbeat to his own. You hadn’t asked for that kind of access—he simply gave it, like a quiet vow.

And yet, despite the reverent way his staff treated you, you never quite got used to the bowed heads and formal greetings. It was Luke and Kieran, the ever-rowdy twins who used to call you “Miss Hunter,” that you clung to most. Somewhere along the way, their stiff respect softened into warmth, their titles traded for something far more precious: “Big Sister.” They didn’t know what that meant to you.

Not fully.

•••

The explosion that took your home had stolen more than walls and warmth—it had taken your grandmother, and Caleb. Nights were the hardest. The world fell quiet, and in that silence, your grief whispered louder than ever. Sometimes you would curl into yourself and cry until your pillow was wet with longing and loss. But then Sylus came.

He never rushed you to move on. He simply stayed. Sometimes in silence, sometimes with a quiet hum as he stroked your back, pressed his head into yours, or placed a soft kiss on your temple. His hands, always so sure and strong in battle, grew gentle around you—tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek like you were something fragile, precious. He let you cry if you needed to. And somehow, his presence alone made the grief less suffocating—not feeling like drowning anymore.

No shame. No judgment. Just presence. Steady, unwavering.

•••

The soft glow of the security lights cast long shadows across the marble walls of Onychinus headquarters as the evening settled in. The hour had slipped past seven, and like instinct, your steps led you through the corridors of the tower until you reached the familiar door of Sylus’s office. The darkened glass shimmered with faint lines of light from the holographic displays within, and when the door slid open at your voice, Sylus didn’t look up right away. He was still seated behind his desk, crimson eyes following streams of data projected in the air before him.

He turned at the sound of your voice, eyes softening the moment they met yours. You told him you’d be heading home, adding quietly that if he was still working, you could make the trip on your own. Sylus chuckled under his breath, already lifting his hand to shut down the screens. One by one, the holograms dimmed and folded into nothing. He stood, his movements fluid as he slipped off his tailored suit and replaced it with his black leather jacket—the one that always felt more like him after business hours. Then, walking over, he reached out and gently took your hand.

"Not an option, Kitten," he said, voice low and certain. "I’m taking you home."

The basement garage echoed faintly with the hum of the sensor lights activating as he led you toward one of his formal vehicles—a sleek, polished car reserved for diplomacy and business. The moment you settled into the passenger seat, he reached over, buckled your seatbelt with the same tenderness he always did, then circled around to the driver’s side. With a press of his fingers, the engine came to life, and the gentle melody of a contemporary classical track filled the cabin, wrapping the two of you in a calm, shared silence.

The road out of N109 Zone was smooth, lined by dim city lights and the ever-hovering, cloud-veiled skies tinted with red. While the zone never saw sunlight, you always felt something warm in moments like this—with him. As you rode across the long bridge toward Linkon, you talked about Luke and Kieran, and how they brought you to the entertainment room in the base. You described their excitement showing you the space, their casual teasing, how they now called you "Big Sister" instead of "Miss Hunter." Sylus chuckled quietly at that, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear with effortless control.

When you asked if he’d ever used the room himself, he simply shook his head. "Too noisy for me," he replied with a soft smirk. "I’d rather spend time with you, Kitten."

That simple statement made your chest flutter. He always said things like that—not dramatic or loud, but full of sincerity, as though every word he chose was meant to lay gently in your heart and stay.

The buildings of Linkon began to rise in the distance as the car eased into familiar streets. As your apartment complex came into view, a thought tugged at you—a quiet realization. Despite all the unrestricted access you held in Sylus’s domain, he had never stepped past your apartment door without your invitation. Not once.

Even when he dropped you off after picking you up from the office, he would stop at the lobby and never follow you to your unit unless you asked. When he came to visit, he would wait patiently downstairs until you arrived to bring him up yourself. He never questioned it. Never pressed. He respected the boundary like something sacred.

"Sy," you said, turning to him just as his eyes were already on yours. "Would you... want to come up with me later? Just for a bit. I can make you a drink. Or something sweet, maybe."

He looked at you, and though his voice remained as even as ever, his eyes shone a little brighter. "Of course. I’d like that."

You offered a gentle smile, before leaning back in your seat. With the skyline stretching behind you and the warmth of him sitting beside you, something felt right.

•••

After the car rolled to a gentle stop in front of your apartment, Sylus, ever the gentleman, stepped out first before circling the car to open your door. His tall frame moved with that quiet urgency he always had whenever it came to you.

The door clicked softly as he opened it, and as you stood, you leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss to his cheek, whispering a soft, “Thank you.”

He smiled, his hand resting on the small of your back as you walked together into the apartment. You entered the building and rode the elevator in a calm, shared silence. Once you reached your floor, Sylus paused by the door as you stepped forward. You pressed your thumb to the sensor of the smart lock, and it let out a soft chime of recognition. The door clicked open, and you turned to him with a smile.

“Come in, Sy.”

He nodded wordlessly and followed you in, stepping inside with measured grace. As he closed the door behind him, the familiar hush of your apartment wrapped around you both like a blanket. Sylus lingered near the entryway for a second longer, his eyes quietly scanning the space that he had only visited a few times before. But now, standing there, he seemed to take it in differently—deeper. His gaze moved slowly, as if memorizing every frame.

He saw the little stacks of history books on the side table, the glass vase of freshly arranged flowers on the kitchen counter, your painting easel still standing near the window, a canvas half-filled with soft pastels. He noticed the framed photo of your family—you, Grandma, and Caleb—tucked beside a small clock, the soft lighting from the floor lamp in the corner casting a warm gold hue across the room. Everything in this space whispered your presence—gentle, thoughtful, quietly vibrant.

Sylus's eyes softened as he took it all in. It was like stepping into the pages of your life. This wasn’t just a place you stayed—it was a piece of you. And standing inside it, invited, welcomed, was something he didn’t take lightly. His heart, which had always carried the weight of power and calculation, swelled in a different way now—something tender, reverent.

“Just sit down for a bit, okay?” you said gently. “I need to put my things away first, then I’ll make you some tea.”

He nodded, slipping off his black leather jacket and folding it neatly over the armrest before sinking into the sofa. You disappeared into your bedroom, setting your bag in its usual spot, then knelt beside the drawer where you kept small valuables. You retrieved the spare key you had long reserved without knowing when you’d ever use it. Your fingers closed around the cold metal, and for a brief second, you just stared at it, your heart swelling. Smiling to yourself, you slipped it into your pocket and stepped out into the soft light of the living room.

You began preparing chamomile tea for him, your hands moving easily through familiar motions. From the kitchen, you chatted across the space—he told you about his day, using his usual careful metaphors when it came to his work, using gentle words to veil the harsher truths he faced daily. It was one of the things you quietly adored about him. No matter how dark his life got, he always softened it for you.

When you returned with the tea, you handed him the cup and joined him on the sofa. You sat for a few minutes, sipping and sharing quiet glances. His fingers brushed yours as you reached for your own cup, and you could feel the unspoken affection blooming stronger in the soft space between you.

Then, gently placing your cup down, you stood and said casually, “I think I left a package downstairs. I’ll go check.”

You walked over to the door, and with silent precision, tapped a few settings on the panel, prompting the system to prepare for fingerprint registration.

Then you called out lightly, “Sy… something’s wrong with the lock. Can you check it for me?”

He stood immediately and approached, his brows slightly furrowed in concern.

“Let me see,” he murmured, stepping behind you. “Move back a little.”

As you shifted, you took his hand gently, lifted his thumb, and pressed it against the scanner.

The small device lit up, and the soft chime rang out: registration complete.

Sylus blinked, caught between confusion and realization. He looked at you, unsure if he had understood correctly, and before he could speak, you pulled the key from your pocket and held it out in your palm.

“In case the door system ever malfunctions,” you said softly, your voice warm but a little nervous, “you can still come in.”

For a moment, Sylus didn’t move. He simply stared at you—his usually unreadable eyes now glimmered with something deeper, something tender. Then he slowly took the key, holding it like something sacred. He turned back to the door, as if needing a second to believe this moment was real, then faced you again.

His smile broke across his face, slow and full, lighting up his features with that rare softness he reserved only for you.

“Thank you,” he said, voice low and reverent. “Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart.”

And before you could say another word, he stepped forward, cupped your cheek gently, and kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It was deep and lingering, a kiss that said more than words ever could. A kiss that spoke of quiet promises, of the life you were building together—unfolding step by step, gesture by gesture. He kissed you like you were the only thing that had ever made sense in his world. And in that moment, you knew—he would treasure this key not as a symbol of access, but as a piece of your heart placed in his hand.

The night held you both gently after that, and you let yourself melt into him, knowing with certainty that love—true love—had found a home in you both.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: SMUT, the forbidden quickie

Chapter Word Count: 3548

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A/N: ahhhhhhhh I finally wrote some spice! Sorry it took a while. This is a little tame I guess but we can work up to the extra lewd stuff

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Please read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 6

The following day rolled around quickly and before we knew it there was only an hour remaining until the auction house charity event. The disturbing events of yesterday were pushed to the back of my mind, the boys respecting my wishes on not wanting to talk about it. Sam told us over breakfast that he’d managed to access the auction house database and add our names to the guest list for the party, making it easy for us to attend without getting caught out as uninvited visitors. Now back in my room, I was rummaging through my duffel and pulling out my evening attire: a long black dress made of soft satin that had a slit up to the hip on one side. The neckline was a deep v-plunge and the dress was entirely backless.

“I guess no bra for me tonight then,” I mumbled to myself, also pulling out a clean pair of black lace panties and a pair of closed toe, VERY high black satin heels that had a neat little buckle on the ankle strap. I was already showered and my makeup was already done so I dropped my towel and slipped into the dress, pulling the thin straps over my shoulders. I followed by pulling on my panties, stretching the lace over my hips so it wasn’t visible through the slit in the dress. If you didn’t know any better, it would look like I wasn’t wearing anything at all. I sat on the edge of the bed and put on the heels, securing them in place before standing up and doing a few practice laps of the room - wearing shoes this high was not a common occurrence for me. I finished up by dusting my skin with the same perfume I wore yesterday, breathing in the pleasant smell before tucking the bottle along with my rouge lipstick into my little black clutch. I fussed over myself in the mirror for a few minutes when I heard a knock at the door. Pacing over I flung it open to greet the Winchester boys, and when I did I couldn’t help but do a double take over the oldest brother. I hated to admit it but he looked good. REALLY good. He was dressed head to toe in black: a slim fitted suit, shirt and tie, all of which seemed to flick something on in my brain. His suit jacket hung open and beneath it the shirt was clinging to his well defined torso, the top two buttons straining a little.

“You scrub up well, Dean,” I said to him, trying to sound pleasantly surprised. Instead, I think I sounded incredibly flirtatious. Dean didn’t seem to notice though as I watched his jaw slacken and his eyes flit over my body.

“Uhhh-um yeah, thanks,” he said, clearing his throat a little as he stepped aside to let me out.

“You look great, (Y/n),” Sam said, making such intense eye contact with me like he didn’t know where else to look, his cheeks glowing a little.

“Thanks Sam,” I smiled up at him before locking the motel room door and trying to ignore the fact that Dean didn’t say anything. Back to being an ass I see.

“So (Y/n), you’re with Dean. It should be pretty simple: get in, get the hair pain, get out. With that many people at the event, we don’t want to risk anyone getting hurt so I'll be ready and waiting outside with everything we need to destroy it and put the ghost to rest,” Sam briefed us before carrying on, “I’ll head back to our room to get everything and I’ll meet you there - you guys get going,” he nodded his head to Deans car which was parked out front. Dean said a quick farewell and headed out and I did the same, giving Sam a wave as he turned to leave.

I climbed into the front of the Impala, running my hands over the plush leather seat.

“You really do have great taste in cars Dean,” I said, looking around at the immaculate interior. He hummed in agreement, putting his arm over the back of my seat as he reversed out of the parking spot. Those top two buttons on his shirt were not going to last all night. I crossed my legs, getting comfortable for the short journey into town - the satin of my dress falling open and completely exposing my thigh to Dean. I watched him take his eyes off the road and fixate on my bare skin, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. Returning his eyes to the road I saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath, a small but deep groan emitting from his chest.

“You ok?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” he rasped.

“Ok… you’re acting strange though,” I said, leaning on the passenger side door to watch the street lamps turn on.

“Can you blame me?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

There was a few seconds of silence before he flicked on his cassette player and classic rock filled the car, bringing a smile to my ruby lips.

“Good taste in music too? I’ll be damned, you’ve got more of a personality than I thought.”

He scoffed a little before smirking, “there’s more to me than meets the eye sweetheart.” He looked over at me, green eyes piercing into mine with such intensity I suddenly felt a little warm. I looked away, quickly counting my lucky stars when I noticed we’d arrived.

Dean parked up and I reached for the door, however Dean stopped me from opening it.

“Wait,” his tone was authoritative as he reached a hand out to stop me, his rough fingers lightly grazing the soft skin of my thigh. Before I could even respond, he’d hopped out, slamming his door shut before striding around the front of the car to open mine for me. He held his hand out, which I grasped delicately and he pulled me to my feet.

“What was that for?” I asked, puzzled as he closed the passenger side door behind me.

“Just trying to keep up appearances for this shit-show,” he stated bluntly before he walked off ahead of me towards the front door whilst he left me to navigate the uneven cobbles in these death-trap shoes.

“Jerk,” I muttered under my breath, but he must’ve heard me because he turned around, sighed and held out his arm for me to take.

“Just ask if you need help,” he leaned in and said quietly, his face close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin. I sucked in a breath, which was a mistake as he smelt positively divine. He was filling my senses and I didn’t want him to.

We made it into the building with no trouble at all thanks to Sam’s hard work. The inside of the auction house was a grand spectacle indeed; with high ceilings, a chandelier made up of thousands of tiny pieces of crystal and two symmetrical mahogany staircases at the end of the entrance hall. It was busy, lots of people in expensive attire milling about and drinking equally expensive sparkly wine.

“Shall we get some champagne?” I turned and asked Dean, who chuckled slightly.

“You’re already more fun than Sam,” he said before whisking two flute glasses off a passing waiter and handing me one. We chinked glasses, laughing a little at how awkward all of this pomp and ceremony was for us before we both downed the expensive alcohol like shots. Dean winced slightly, handing his now empty flute back to the same waiter who gave him a concerned look.

“Aw damn, those bubbles - that shits wrong.”

“That’s because you’re supposed to sip it,” I laughed at him, placing my empty glass on an old polished oak sideboard.

“Then why did you neck it too if you knew?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at me. I shrugged.

“To be honest I don’t know - I guess I wanted to lighten the old-money mood in here.” He nodded, seeming to understand where I was coming from. After that fiasco we made our way towards the immense curved staircases at the end of the room, Deans hand occasionally touching my exposed back as he guided me in front of him, making me shiver involuntarily. We ascended, making our way up and past people who were at the top of the stairs, idly chatting and leaning on the bannister - not paying us any mind as we turned down a quiet corridor. We walked quietly, the hum of chatting remaining behind us as we made our way down the dim corridor, looking out for the room number Sam had given us.

“Room 19, room 19, room 19…” I chanted to myself searching every door until we found the right one. Coming to a stop, Dean quickly knelt down and pulled a lockpick from his pocket. I watched in fascination as he inserted the device, ever so gently manoeuvring it with a look of pure concentration on his face. I couldn’t stop myself from looking over at him whilst he was unaware; looking at those focused and hooded dark green eyes, slightly parted lips that he wet with his tongue and large muscled shoulders that were almost as wide as the doorway. I didn’t want to admit it, but God damn he was attractive. There was a click and he stood up quickly, pocketing the lockpick and opening the door, hurrying me inside. I walked gingerly into the room which looked like a mixture between a study and a museum. There were large bookcases spanning the walls, sideboards boasting an array of intriguing items, all contained in secure glass cabinets, and finally a large leather-topped mahogany desk in the centre of the room. This place smelt old.

I heard Dean close the door behind him as he paced in after me, immediately scanning the room.

“Right,” he said, his tone stern and authoritative, “you take that side and I’ll take this side.” I nodded, immediately scouring every surface for our haunted item.

We must’ve been looking for around ten minutes when Dean called me over.

“Do you think that’s it?” He almost whispered, pointing to an item that I would definitely have described as a jade hairpin.

“Yup,” I whispered back, leaning slightly closer to him so I could get a better look. I felt him draw a sharp breath in before sighing slightly. “Can you pick this lock?” I asked, ignoring his antics and sticking to the business at hand.

“Yeah give me a second and I’ll get it open,” he stepped in front of me. Not wanting to get in his way, I walked into the centre of the room to where the desk was and leant against it, looking around at all of the bizarre items. Surely there are some other haunted things in here other than what we came for. My eyes eventually landed on an old gramophone.

“Oh that bitch is definitely haunted,” I mumbled to myself right as I heard Dean pop the lock on the glass cabinet. I watched as he wrapped the hairpin in a square of fabric before shoving it into his pocket and clicking the cabinet closed.

“Mission complete,” he said, a slight grin on his lips as he walked to stand in front of me. That grin fell from his face though when suddenly there were voices outside the door and keys rattling in the lock. We hadn’t planned for this. He looked at me in a panic.

“Kiss me,” I blurted.

“What?”

“I have a plan: Dean just fucking kiss m-” it was like I didn’t have to tell him twice before he had a hand in my hair and his lips were on mine. My heart started pounding and his mouth was hot against my cool skin. I hummed, sliding my fingers up his chest to grip the lapels on his jacket, pulling him further in towards me. Before I could get sucked into whatever it was that I was feeling, the study door flew open and two older gentlemen in brown tweed suits walked in, stopping in their tracks at the sight of us.

“Good heavens! What are you doing in here?” One of them exclaimed. Dean turned his head to look at the men, a smirk on his face and I couldn’t help but blush furiously at the sight of my lipstick that was now smeared on the corner of his lips.

“So sorry gentlemen, the door was unlocked so we just let ourselves in. I hope you don’t mind…” I watched, my eyes widening a little as he lifted his jacket slightly, showing the gun that was tucked into his belt. The men’s eyes also widened and they backed up towards the door.

“Yes, yes! Of course you did! Please, take your time. Just…” the man paused, his eyes darting to the precious items on his desk, “please try not to make a mess - it’s all I ask.” And with that they both left as quickly as they arrived, closing the door behind them. I let out a sigh of relief, looking up at Dean.

“Thank fuck… Dean I’m so sor-” I didn’t have a chance to think as Deans mouth was back on mine; rough and needy. I sat in shock for a second before being pulled back to reality when Dean held the side of my face, his fingers sliding up to tangle with my hair. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back, my mind racing and going blank simultaneously. His free hand ghosted up my exposed leg, touching so gently I could barely feel him. He soon decided though that gentle wasn’t working for him, and he gripped my thigh, his fingers digging into my soft flesh and making me gasp - his hands on my body were already working their magic as I couldn’t stop his name from leaving my lips.

“Dean…” I moaned. I can’t believe it - I had actually moaned his fucking name. He groaned into my mouth, obviously liking the sound of his name rolling off my tongue. Tearing his hand from my hair and gripping my other thigh, without warning and with rushed movements, he lifted me with ease so I was sat atop the desk.

“Wrap your legs around me darlin,” he said with a deep lustful tone against my lips. I whimpered involuntarily as I did as he said. He pried his mouth from mine and started to kiss elsewhere; my cheek, behind my ear… my neck. I ran my hands over his shoulders and up the back of his neck, running my nails over his scalp and making him shiver. I gripped his hair and yanked, forcing his head up. I locked eyes with him, his eyes no longer that brilliant green but now blown and black with lust. My own eyes were probably no different. His gaze fluttered from my eyes to my lips, and before I let him kiss me again I leant forward and pressed my lips to his throat, my tongue on his skin. It was his turn to moan as I reached a hand down and traced a finger up the hard weapon growing in his pants. His large hands moving from my thighs to my ass, gripping tighter than ever before as I seemed to be pushing all the right buttons. He slid me to the edge of the desk so my lace-covered intimates were pressing right against him, friction and pleasure commencing. I pulled my lips from his throat before tugging his face down to mine, instigating the finale. I spoke breathlessly over his lips, already craving the taste of him again.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what, Winchester?”

Dean practically growled, frantically fumbling with moving my dress aside. He hooked a shaky but skilled finger into my underwear, trying to pull it aside but the elastic wouldn’t allow for it. I began to tremble as his digits kept ghosting over my most sensitive area. He soon gave up with his first plan, and his second plan made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Dean pulled a large hunting blade from inside his jacket and slid the flat side against my skin and up my thigh until it was under the lace fabric. The ice cold metal made me shiver before he swiftly sliced the blade up towards him, cutting my panties to shreds as he repeated the motion on the other side.

“Fuck that was hot,” I panted as he put the blade away and captured my lips again, running his tongue over mine. I gasped suddenly when he dipped a finger inside me, curling it and caressing that soft, sensual cushion that was hidden away. When I moaned, he added a second finger, leaning away from me slightly so he could see what a mess I was beneath him. After a few moments of utter bliss, he pulled his fingers out, sticking them straight in his mouth.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he groaned, standing up straight to shimmy out of his jacket. I leant forwards, grasping his belt buckle, undoing it and pulling down his zipper. Slowly I reached in and pulled him out of his boxers, his rock hard manhood hot and heavy in my palm. He closed his eyes as I ran my thumb over the tip, guiding my hand up and down, up and down, again and again until he grabbed my wrist.

“Let go so I can fuck you ‘til you can’t walk,” he practically growled, making me weak. I leant back on my palms, watching as he lined himself up and then disappeared inside me in one earth shattering motion. My eyes rolled back and my lips parted as I locked my ankles instinctively behind his back, my heels catching on the gun still tucked into his pants. He started to set a rhythm as he fucked me into the desk, the wooden structure sliding back with every thrust he made. He had both hands firmly planted on the desk beside me and I gripped his forearms tight, my head starting to spin from the overwhelming pleasure. It didn’t help that Deans head had dropped into the crook of my neck and his heavy breathing was like music to my ears. He kissed the skin there softly, drawing a moan from my lips with the sudden tenderness. The pounding was speeding up, and he suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist, desperately trying to get closer - to get deeper. The need for release was building and I’d lost control of my voice; Deans name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. I pressed his lips to mine feverishly, his breath ragged as he managed to pant out;

“Shit, (Y/n) I’m so close… I’m gonna need you to cum for me…”

I whimpered at the sound of my name on his breathless lips and he let go of my waist, placing his large palm on my stomach and sliding it down until his thumb connected with that bundle of nerves.

“Shit-Dean-,” whining against his mouth I started to feel the tension in the pit of my stomach build - the feeling of him pounding into me and stretching me more than ever before combined with his thumb on the magic button was a recipe for a quick release. And Dean knew that. He was fucking me so hard now that the sound of wet skin on skin echoed around the room and the banging of the desk could surely be heard from out in the corridor- maybe even downstairs. That knot was tightening, and tightening, and tightening until:

“Fuck- Dean I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck,” was all he managed to groan before I shattered around him, that knot snapping and sending me into probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had. As I tensed up I pulled Dean over the edge with me and he buried his face into my neck, breathing heavily and cursing occasionally.

We stayed like that for a few moments, regaining some clarity and returning to earth. He took a few deep breaths before standing up and pulling out, tucking himself back into his pants and doing up his belt as his cum dripped down my thigh. He couldn't seem to look away, even when he reached for his jacket on the floor and put it back on.

“Stay there,” he said finally, disappearing behind some shelves for a second before returning with a box of tissues. He helped me clean myself up, tossing the tissues in the bin as we attempted to get rid of the evidence.

“Are you ok?” He asked sincerely, concern in his eyes as he offered me his hand. I smiled a little bashfully, placing my palm in his.

“I hate to admit it but I feel great.”

He helped me down off the table, placing a hand on my waist to help steady me on my still trembling legs. We both stood in a comfortable silence for a few moments before realisation hit us both and we looked at each other with wide eyes.

”Oh shit - Sam!”

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