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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year ago

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18+ MONORS AND THOSE WOTHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by: @onedirectionlovers2014

request: The reader is a judge and has to fill in for Harry for a couple of weeks and Dan is absolutely smitten with them and the reader teases Dan really bad, like when Dan had to watch his bosses niece, and when Harry comes back, they finally let Dan take them home and smutttt

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, teasing

"$50 fine and time served." I banged the gavel and ran a hand down my face. Catching Dan's eye, I smirked and shifted in my seat. I purposely ran my fingers through my hair and bit my bottom lip, smiling when I saw Dan shift in his seat and look away. "And that's lunch folks." I stood up and stretched, making sure Dan was watching me as I did. He squeezed his eyes shut and I watched as he crinkled the file in his hands. "Mr. Prosecutor, in Judge Stone's chambers for a minute please." Dan's head shot up and he nodded.

"Of course, Your Honor." His voice cracked as he got up and started to head over. I smiled to myself at the voice crack while Dan scrunched up his nose. I walked behind him before closing the door to Harry Stone's chambers. "What did you...Whoa!" I wrapped my arms around Dan's neck, leaning in to kiss along his jawline.

"Don't pretend you haven't been staring at me all night." I mused as I played with the ends of his hair. "Don't you want me as much as I want you Dan?" Dan put his hands on my hips and gently pushed me away.

"Your Honor, we can't. Please." Dan whimpered. I pressed against him and hummed as I felt his dick hardening against me. "Your Honor. I would like to keep my job. Please." I ran my hand down Dan's suit jacket and hummed to myself.

"I won't say anything if you won't say anything." I teased him as I wrapped his tie around my hand. Dan bit his lip to try to stop a moan. I smiled at him as I leaned in and kissed his nose. Dan started to lean into me and I caught a glimpse at the clock behind him. "Maybe later Dan. We have to get back to court." I pulled away, letting Dan's tie drop. He followed me as I backed out of the room.

Throughout court for the rest of the night, I tried my best to set Dan on edge. He had asked for a break and I had granted it only to have him come back with his pants soaked. After that, I did not let him leave for a break. Just before we went took a recess to wait for someone from Bellview, I saw Harry Stone walk into the court room.

"Judge Stone! Welcome back." I greeted him as I sent us on break. Dan visibly sagged when he noticed Harry. "How was your trip?"

"I had to cancel half the trip but what I did get to do was great!" Harry said as he shook my hand. "How have things been here?" I nodded with a smile.

“it’s been going really well.” I said, knowing Dan was standing behind me. I could feel him wringing his hands against my back. “It could have been worse.” I backed up slightly and subtly rubbed myself against Dans groin. I smirked at the slight intake of breath from behind me. I could feel dans hands flex against my hips as he groaned lowly. “You taking back over judge?” Harry nodded and patted my shoulder.

“you’re released of duty.” Harry joked. “I have to go change and we can take a dinner break.” Harry winked at me before heading towards his chambers. Smiling, I spun around and wrapped my arms around Dans neck.

“hear that Danny?” I mused. “Sounds like you won’t get in trouble anymore.” Dan squirmed for a second before grabbing my hand.

“fuck trouble.” He muttered as he practically dragged me through the halls to his office. “Against the desk alright?” I nodded as I stripped as quickly as I could. Dan locked the door and shed his clothes as he made his way back over to me.

“Come here Dan.” I held my arms out for him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up and setting me on the desk. “Finally.” I whispered as he leaned down to kiss me.

“I’ll say. You’ve been torturing me all day.” Dan whispered as he slipped into me. I moaned and tugged on his hair. “Finally sweet relief.” Dan started to thrust hard and deep, making me hold him to me tighter.

“This is just the beginning Dan.” I groaned as Dan snapped his hips against mine. “Just wait…” I broke off as dans hands started to explore. “Just wait until you…” Dan growled and kissed me again. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends.

“don’t tempt me.” He moaned as he buried his face in my neck, nipping at the skin there. I moaned as he slowed down, deepening his thrusts as he sucked a hickey to my collarbone.

“Dan. Please.” I whined, digging my nails into his shoulder.

“patience. Patience.” Dan chuckled as he pulled back to look down at me. He brushed some hair off my face before leaning down to kiss me. “We’ve got all break.” I wrapped my legs around dans waist and he chuckled into the kiss.

“so hurry.” I whined. Dan chuckled again as he ran a finger down my cheek. “Please Dan. Fuck. I need you.” Something snapped in Dan and he started to thrust quickly again. I ran my nails down his back, making Dan moan in my ear. “Dan. Dan. Dan.” I chanted as I came.

“oh fuck.” Dan groaned as he followed me over the edge. He pressed his forehead against mine as we came down from our high. “Sweet sweet relief.” Dan whispered before kissing me.

“please tell me we’re going to do that again.” I said, gazing up into his eyes. Dan smiled at me and shrugged as I brushed his hair out of his face.

“as many times as you want.” Dan confirmed. “When do you leave?” I sat up, gently pushing Dan up, making him slip out of me at the same time.

“I’ve been assigned to this building permanently.” I told him, running my hand down his chest. Dan nodded. “Night court. Appeals.” Dan smiled at me.

“so…” Dan mused as he ran his hand over my shoulder. “I won’t get disbarred for seeing you.” I nodded as I wrapped my arms around him.

“right.” I confirmed, letting him pull me tightly against him. “And I won’t lose my bench.” Dan kissed my head and pulled back.

“good.” He smiled at me. “We have enough time for round two then.” I laughed as Dan laid me back again and started to kiss along my body.

#john larroquette #john larroquette fanfic #john larroquette fanfiction #john larroquette imagine #john larroquette x reader #dan fielding #dan fielding x reader #dan fielding fanfic #dan fielding fanfiction #dan fielding imagine

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splitting-infinities · 10 months ago

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when i'm stuck at the intersection of lake and bellview, I wonder about the clocktower above the park. It says the time is five thirty. it is not five thirty.

the clock is a grandiose old thing subsumed into a soulless nineties corporate building. nobody's used the place since 2020.

when was the last time somebody repaired it? How long did those hands make their orbits before wearing down? When was the last time someone checked on it and made sure it was okay?

And then the light turns green. I drive to work. I clock in.

#poem #poetry #writing

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cynicalone94 · 9 months ago

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Hostage Situation

Read on AO3 here.

Jay gets out of the car, looking over the house.

“Why don’t you go around back?” Al suggests.

He nods, ghosting around behind the building to take a post by the back door.

“In position.”

Thirty seconds later a loud boom shakes the building.

“Al? You okay?”

No response.

“Al?”

He jogs around the building, seeing smoke billowing up from the blasted out front door.

But his partner isn’t lying on the grass like he would have expected.

“Al!” he shouts, lifting his radio. “5021 George. I need Bomb Squad and CFD at 1641 W Bellview Avenue. Explosion, possible additional explosives, possible fire.”

He spots a drag pattern, coated with blood, across the grass toward the front door. Drawing his weapon, he starts to move toward the front door.

He gets close, sees Al lying on the floor with his eyes closed and then a man is stepping into his face with a weapon raised.

Another man behind him has a weapon pointed at Al’s head.

“Who are you?” he demands.

“Not important Detective.” the man says. “We’ve got some demands but I’m guessing you aren’t the man to help with that so why don’t you get your ass back and get ahold of someone who can.”

“Okay.” Jay says, stepping back and holstering his weapon. “Okay. But I need to know what kind of condition my guy is in.”

“He’s alive.” the man tells him. “That’s all you need to know.”

Jay shakes his head, taking another step back and peering past the man.

“I need stable enough to wait.” he presses. “Or SWAT will be hitting this door full blast and soon.”

The man takes a small step to the side, motioning him forward. As he reaches the threshold, a gun settles against the side of his head.

There’s blood on the side of Al’s head, burns scattered across his face and chest and his right leg is bleeding heavily from some kind of puncture wound.

Reluctantly, Jay steps back.

Al will hold for a minute. He needs to get the rest of the cavalry rolling before he does anything crazy.

He steps back, nodding stiffly to the man next to him and then retreating down the steps.

“5021 George. Need an HRT team at my location. I have an officer down, being held hostage. Need paramedics on standby.”

He pulls out his phone, hitting a speed dial.

“Voight. We have a situation.”

“Yeah, I’m hearing the calls over the wire. We’re on the way there. Where’s Al?”

“In the house.” Jay says. “Front door blew, probably when he knocked. He’s hurt but they wouldn’t let me in the house.”

“They tell you about demands?” Voight asks.

“He wouldn’t tell me.” Jay says. “Wanted someone with more authority.”

“Alright.” Voight agrees. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I have to Sarge.” Jay says.

“Halstead.”

“Al’s leg is bleeding bad and with the head injury, he can’t get the tourniquet on himself.” Jay argues. “I have to get in there.”

“Jay.”

“Al needs me to do something stupid.” he says, hanging up the phone.

He jogs back to the truck, stripping the rest of his gear, locking his gun in his safe and grabbing the first aid kit.

Then he heads back up to the door. The men have pushed a bookshelf across the door frame.

“Hey.” he shouts, banging on the back of it.

“If you ain’t brought a negotiator, I don’t want to hear it!” the guy shouts back.

“Yeah. You really do.” Jay says. “Cause my guy in there is losing a lot of blood and if you don’t let me come in and provide aid then what I was saying earlier about SWAT is still gonna be your problem. And I probably won’t like how it ends up but I promise you that you won’t either.”

He stands there, listening while they debate for a moment.

“It’s either me with no weapon, just a first aid kit or an entire SWAT team.” Jay calls back. “And you’re running out of time.”

The bookshelf slides aside just enough to allow Jay to squeeze into the house.

He stands, hands up while they pat him down.

Al’s head falls toward him, eyes blinking sluggishly and its almost impossible to wait for the men to give him the go ahead before dropping to his knees.

He slips the tourniquet around his friend’s thigh, tightening it down and then starting to twist the windlass rod.

Al groans but he doesn’t stop.

“Sorry man.” he whispers. “I gotta do this.”

Once he’s got it as tight as he needs, he locks it into place. Then he shifts his attention to Al’s head.

He checks pupil response with the penlight in the kit and then uses wipes to clean up some of the blood so he can get a look at the gash.

“You know we’re on a time limit with this tourniquet.” he comments as he works. “If they don’t get him to the hospital soon, he might lose the leg.”

It isn’t really true. They’ve learned in the Middle East that blood flow can be re-established and the limb saved after as much as twenty four hours.

But these assholes don’t need to know that.

“We aren’t letting him go.” the man snaps behind him.

“Why not?” Jay asks, turning to look the man in the eye. “I’m here. You’ve still got a hostage to get whatever it is that you want. Let me get him some help.”

The man stares back, gritting his teeth and then nodding.

“Move the shelf.” he orders his friend.

Two more men, one of them the target that they’d been here to arrest, walk into the room at the front of the house, hefting rifles.

The second man that’s he’s been talking to glares at him and then moves, pushing the bookshelf out of the way.

Jay reluctantly hooks Al under the arms, dragging him toward the door.

A gun settles against his head again and he tries to ignore it. He gets Al onto the porch and then sirens are filling the air.

“Drop him.” the man covering him orders, digging the gun into his skull.

He lowers Al to the porch, raising his hands.

“Back inside.”

“Okay. Okay.” Jay says, taking a step back.

Before he can even think about starting a fight, a gun goes off nearby and he looks down in horror to see a bullet hole in the wood of the porch next to Al’s head.

“Don’t you try anything.” the man hisses in his ear.

Jay looks up at the sea of lights turning the corner and then backs into the house.

The bookshelf is pushed back across the door.

“Hands behind your back.”

Jay moves his hands into place.

“My name is Jay Halstead.” he says, making eye contact with the man who is obviously in charge and trying to ignore the movement that he can feel behind him. “Is there something I can call you?”

“You can call me shut the hell up.” the man snaps.

He offers a single nod, looking down.

Zip ties are slid over his wrists and pulled tight.

At least Al is going to be okay.

HRT is already on scene when Voight pulls up. He hurries toward the command vehicle but stops when he sees activity at the rear of the ambulance.

Moving that way, he sees Al lying on a stretcher while two paramedics work on him.

“He okay?” he asks.

“I think he will be.” Sylvie tells him. “But whoever applied this tourniquet saved his life. He would have bled out otherwise.”

Which explains why Jay had been so insistent on doing something stupid.

He pats Al’s arm, nodding to Sylvie and then continuing toward the command vehicle.

“Commander Hixson.” he says, climbing in to the back. “We made contact yet?”

“I’ve been calling your Detective’s phone. It’s not in his truck with the rest of his gear so we can only assume it’s on his person. They haven’t answered yet.” Hixson answers. “Olinsky going to be okay?”

“The paramedics think so.” Voight says.

“What can you tell me about what they were here for?”

“Tyler Michels.” Voight tells him. “Person of interest in a drug case Intelligence is working. Halstead and Olinsky were here to pick him up.”

“Any ideas on demands?”

“When I talked to Halstead he said they had something in mind but wanted to wait for someone with more authority.” Voight says. “So I’m guessing they’ll pick up that call before too much longer.”

“We’ll keep try –”

“Commander they picked up.” one of the techs calls and he steps back, sliding the handset over his head.

“This is Commander Jason Hixson of the Chicago Police Department.” he says. “Who am I speaking to?”

“You can call me Tony.” the man says. “There is a flash drive that was taken into evidence by the Intelligence team. I want it back. Along with two million dollars in cash and safe passage.”

“Alright.” Hixson says. “We can work on that. I’d like to speak to Detective Halstead.”

“Maybe later.” Tony says. “I’ll let you get to work.”

The line goes dead.

“What can you tell me about the flash drive?” Hixson asks.

“We pulled it off a body yesterday.” Voight says. “Tech didn’t get anything other than gibberish off it.”

“Encrypted.” Hixson says and Voight nods.

“I’ll call someone on my team.” he says. “Get it brought over.”

“I’ll put in the request for the 1505 funds.” Hixon agrees. “We’ll get him out of there.”

Voight nods.

Jay watches as Tony hangs up the phone.

He’s on his knees, a gun to the back of his head in case he gets any ideas about trying to participate in the phone call.

Tony turns and walks toward him.

“We’ll need to provide proof of life next time they call.” he tells the others. “Let’s get him ready.”

Ready?

Tyler grabs his arm and tows him to his feet. He’s led deeper into the house to where a hallway runs along the stairs.

He’s shoved up onto a step stool. Hears one of the men running up the stairs.

“What the hell is this?” he demands.

His wrists are cut free and his arms shoved up above his head. The man on the stairs reaches down to continue pulling them up, re-securing them around the railing using rope this time.

“See those X’s on the wall?” Tony asks, pointing to the wall across from him where ten x’s have been marked on the wall with painter’s tape.

“Yeah.” he says slowly.

Tony steps back out of the hallway, holding up a small remote.

“When I press a button.” the man says with a smirk, pressing the button.

The explosion is a hundred times smaller than the one that had thrown Al down the front steps and across the lawn but it still sends shrapnel, wood fragments of various sizes, flying toward him.

Several of them embed themselves in him and he grimaces, twisting his wrists in the loops of rope.

“A couple of the charges are bigger than that.” the man tells him, stepping back into the hall. “If the negotiators get me what I need quickly, you might not have to feel any of those. But for now, you can just hang out.”

Then he’s kicking the stool out from under Jay’s feet and all of his weight abruptly drops onto his wrists.

He cries out as he feels something crack but locks his jaw, biting off any sound.

And then he’s left alone.

He doesn’t know how long he hangs there before Tony comes back around the corner with his phone in hand.

“Why don’t you tell Commander Hixson that you’re still alive.” he says, holding it up.

Jay can see the SWAT team leader on the screen, Voight hovering behind him.

“I’m fine.” he says. “Al okay?”

“Detective Olinsky is expected to make a full recovery.” Hixson tells him. “Have they hurt you?”

Tony holds up the remote and Jay can’t help but grimace.

Another charge goes off. It’s one of the larger ones that Tony had mentioned earlier and sends much larger shrapnel flying his way.

One particularly large scrap of wood embeds itself in his leg and he winces but manages not to cry out.

“You have three hours to get me my money.” Tony says. “For every twenty minutes that you do not, a charge will be detonated and Detective Halstead risks being injured. Should you reach the three hour mark without my demands being met, I will detonate one final charge placed in the wall behind your Detective. I can assure you, he will not survive its detonation.”

He ends the call before they can say anything, turning his attention back to Jay.

“That one got you good didn’t it?” he says with a chuckle as he examines the wood sticking out of Jay’s leg and the blood seeping into his pants.

“This isn’t a good idea.” Jay says. “You’re just asking for them to abandon negotiations and turn to a tactical answer.”

“If they do.” Tony says, glaring at him. “I’ll detonate that last charge and kill you.”

“And you’ll get nothing.” Jay snaps.

“See you in eighteen minutes.” Tony says, patting his cheek condescendingly.

Over the next two hours, another six charges are detonated.

For the most part they’ve been small, littering Jay’s frame with small cuts and scrapes.

But the last one, the eighth overall, sends another large shard that catches him in the chest, driving deep into his skin at the base of his ribs.

Jay can’t help but scream as it impacts, yanking hard against the ropes securing his wrists as he attempt to cover the injury.

Tony paces closer, holding the phone up to make sure the negotiator can see the injury.

“Oh that’s not good, huh?” he says, not sounding worried. “Seems like you might need to pick up the pace on my money, Commander. How long do you think he’ll last like this?”

Jay swings up slightly, kicking the phone out of the man’s hand.

Both pieces of wood that have made themselves home in his body are jostled by the movement and he gasps, closing his eyes as he tries to breathe through the pain.

Tony gets right up in his face, hand closing around his throat.

“Bet you think you’re real tough, don’t you?” he hisses.

Jay couldn’t answer if he wanted to; gasping and choking for air. Searing pain is shooting through his torso and he’s pretty sure the man has jostled the wood, probably accelerating the bleeding.

He can hear Hixson’s voice from his phone, the man shouting for Tony to return to the conversation.

“You are a hostage.” Tony hisses. “Your job is to shut the hell up and wait to see if you get to go home alive today.”

His head is slammed back against the wall and then Tony lets go and walks over to pick up the phone.

“My apologies for the distraction.” he says. “The detective and I had something to discuss.”

He faces the screen back toward Jay so the negotiator can see that he’s still alive and relatively intact.

Jay’s head is hanging low to his chest but he forces it up to look at them.

“We’ll be back in, oh about ten minutes.” Tony says, smirking at him and ending the call.

It can’t be more than five minutes before a loud crash echoes through the house and Tony scrambles for his remote, hitting a button.

Nothing happens.

He curses and hits it again and then again and then armored SWAT officers are rounding the corner and knocking it out of his hand.

As he’s taken into custody, Voight appears and rushes up to Jay.

“Easy kid.” he says as Jay tugs on the ropes. “We’ll get you down. How you doing?”

“Tired.” Jay says as Hixson rights the stool and slides it back under his feet, taking the weight off his arms.

Voight reaches up with a knife, cutting the ropes. Jay tries to stay upright but instantly collapses forward.

“Woah.” Voight says, dropping the knife and catching him. “I got you.”

“He’s lost a lot of blood.” Hixson comments as he helps him lower Jay to the ground. “I’ll get a tourniquet on his leg.”

“Al really okay?” Jay asks.

“Got out of surgery five minutes ago.” Voight tells him. “Already chewed out a nurse.”

Jay cracks a smile and Voight looks down, tearing the younger man’s shirt open to get a look at his injury.

“Sorry I was stupid.”

“It’s okay.” Voight tells him. “Sylvie says you probably saved Al’s life so I guess you were right, he did need you to be stupid.”

“What about Sylvie?” a voice says and Voight looks up to see the paramedics hurrying up.

“Just telling him you said he did good with that tourniquet.” Voight says.

“Really good.” Sylvie agrees. “Now lets get you taken care of, huh?”

Jay’s eyes slip closed. Voight is quick to order him to open them and he tries but he can’t seem to fight the pull of the darkness.

He wakes up to beeping.

He’s really tired of the beeping. Maybe next time he gets hurt Will can silence the monitors. They work just as well without broadcasting his heart rate to the whole room, right?

Will would probably just tell him not to get hurt again if he doesn’t want to hear the beeping.

He pries his eyes open, looking down to see red hair on the mattress.

“Will.” he croaks, shocked by how weak his own voice sounds.

His brother shoots upright, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Jay.” he manages after a moment. “Hey. You’re awake.”

“Yeah.” he says. “Can I…”

Will is already picking up a glass of water and bringing the straw to his lips.

He takes a few sips before dropping his head back.

“Thanks.”

Will glances at his watch before grabbing his phone.

“Al doing okay?” Jay asks.

“Chomping at the bit to get out of here.” Will says with a smile as he types something. “Actually you have good timing. They’re just getting ready to sign him out. I’m texting Voight to let him know you’re awake so they can stop by on their way out.”

“How long was I out?” Jay asks.

“It’s been a little over two days.” Will says, setting his phone aside and reaching up to brush his fingers through Jay’s hair. “I was starting to get worried.”

“Sorry.” Jay whispers.

“It’s okay.” Will tells him. “You lost a lot of blood.”

“He… he moved the one in my stomach.” Jay says.

“Yeah.” Will agrees. “Marcel said it looked like the wood had been moved around. Didn’t help that it hit your liver. But they patched everything up, last transfusion started an hour ago so you’re going to be okay. Just need to rest.”

Jay nods.

A wheelchair rounds the corner and he looks up to see Voight pushing Al into his room.

“Hey guys.”

“Good to see you awake, kid.” Al says looking him over. “So what’s up? You can’t let someone else have the hospital stay for once?”

Jay grins tiredly.

“You know me.” he says. “Don’t like to share the attention.”

Al chuckles.

“Thanks kid.” he says, reaching out to squeeze Jay’s arm.

“Anytime.” Jay says seriously.

“Well I’d appreciate it if you could both avoid explosions for a few weeks.” Voight chimes in and Will nods.

“Amen to that.”

Jay and Al roll their eyes.

“Brothers.” Jay retorts and Al chuckles.

“I need to get this one home.” Voight says, shaking his head at them. “Get some rest, Jay.”

Jay nods, offering a wave as they leave. And then Will is brushing his fingers through his hair again.

“Go back to sleep, Jay.” he says softly. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He’s exhausted and his brother’s ministrations are soothing so Jay doesn’t argue, closing his eyes and letting himself drift back to dreamland.

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shannyh25 · 2 years ago

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I just saw this clip my friend a posted and I had to share what Gilbert said to Anne. I just then love them so much!

“Oh Anne come on: It’s not the end of the world. I’m not gonna to be the best Physician they want me to become at Bellview. I’m just happy to be a good Doctor. Lets go home.” Gilbert.

“Really?” Anne.

Follow me for more inspiration. 💜💕

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lowellstephens · 2 years ago

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The time is 1:00 pm. January 13, 2023. Other than desperately needing a shave, do you see any difference in me at Jamaica Center and me when I was in Manhatten at Bellview shelter or today when I was at the Brooklyn shelter?

No major difference. Do you see anything that is similar? Yes. Pretty much everything. This world can be cold but also beautiful at the same time. Why not? Two things can exist at the same time. I have seen some time that the sun and the moon can be seen at the same time. I have seen it rain and the sun be out at yhe same time. And surely you can be homeless and the rest of the world will still exist while you are homeless. I am still going to my job right now, at 1:08 pm, even though I am homeless. I’m still getting on the bus train, getting my Mac Donald senior citizens coffee for 1.09 while I’m homeless. No one changes. Actually no one cares. What they do care about is your attitude. I have seen men especially and sometimes women on the street, in the bus and sometimes even on the train yelling I mean REALLY YELLING at their phone. Because I have and use the phone I understand that they are yelling and reacting to the PERSON on the other end of the phone. But to us looking at the person, it is just another crazy person yelling at the phone.

What’s the point? ATTITUDE determines you altitude. What is altitude. Altitude is how far, how high, how upset, how happy you want to be.

Homelessness and Unemployment is similar because it can be a temporary situation or a permanent or even long lasting setback. Depending on your attitude.

Look at the birds. They are homeless from the time the mother kicks them out the nest. Then they have to figure it out. So do we.

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thatyamiguy-blog · 2 years ago

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Smelly Revenge (Ben 10)

It was Ben's favorite day of the week at Bellview Jr. High, Chili day and the 10 year old sometimes superhero, most of the time doofus had wolfed down 4 bowls of the stuff, getting looks of wonder and disgust from his classmates and a sneer of digest from Gwen. "Jeez, can you even taste it with how fast your eating it?" Gwen asked, shaking her head. "you know when you eat too fast you get gas, and your always bad after chilli." She added, shuddering in horror from the memories of sharing the rust bucket with Ben when grandpa had stopped at a chilli festival. "Stink fly smelled better then you did." "I know your trying to shame me and make me slow down or stop.." Ben said, pausing from licking his bowl clean and having chilli on his chin, then he let out a LOUD belch and grinned proudly before adding. "But I consider that a achievement, and look forward to topping it!" "Ugh.. I'm SO glad I don't have any classes with you.." Gwen said, holding her nose and getting up from the table, her own bowl of chilli only half eaten, Ben had unsurprisingly made her lose her appetite. "Hey, if your not gonna finish that.." he called to her and she rolled her eyes and slid the bowl over. "Have fun stinking up the school. I hope you crap yourself." Gwen said, and took off, not knowing how foretelling her words would prove to be.

Charmcaster, having broken out of jail earlier in the week and looking for revenge on Ben (Since during their last fight he had farted in her face after turning back to human) had snuck into the school before lunch had been started and using a simple invisibly spell had added a little bit of this and a little bit of that to all the chilli, making sure that anyone who had some was going to be in for a rough time for the rest of the day. But that was just step one in operation revenge is best served stinky (the name could use work, she'd be the first to admit that but it worked) Step two and three was where the real evil came into play. A bit of magic teleportation used on the boys and girls restrooms, and replacing certain items in the school infirmary would ensure Ben would never, ever forget this day. Still, as she watched him chow down, she had to admit it was stroke of luck he was such a greedy little pig, it would only make what was about to happen look more au natuteral. Or how ever the french said it. 'I think learning Latin for half of these spells was more then enough..'

Unsurprisingly, most of the other kid kept a semi distance from Ben as he made his way out onto the schoolyard, those who hadn't seen him pig out had heard tales and it was a common belief that he was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. even his bullies were standing back, Cash having gone to wedgie Ben once before on chilli day and having gotten a fart attack in retaliation that had left him gagging and tears leaking down his cheeks. Feeling a tad bloated and belching off and on, Ben went for a little stroll to work off his lunch, though he noted as he walked around the school yard that more then a few of the other kids were wearing looks of discomfort and he wasn't the only gassy kid. "heh, must of been a semi bad batch." Ben mused out loud, feeling a poot building up and looking around to make sure no one was too close. "And Gwen acted like I was just a pig.. welp, time to let this birdie fly!" Bending down like he was looking at a flower, Ben gave a soft grunt and let a massive wetish fart rip, and started to smile, it just felt so good to let out and he didn't care that it had been SO loud that yeah, other kids were turning in his direction. At least he was enjoying it till it stopped being a fart and suddenly he was filling the seat of his pants with a hot mush that came out with zero control from Ben, his butt was clearly ignoring any and all orders from his brain to stop and 'close the hatch' so to speak. 'Maybe I'll get lucky and it's NOT noticeable..' Ben thought, his cheeks turning crimson as his undies puffed out, a hope that was quickly dashed as he heard a cry ring out from a girl in his class. "OH MY GOD! BEN'S CRAPPING HIMSELF! LOOK AT THE BACK OF HIS PANTS!" She yelled, voice filled with mirth and laughing after she spoke, and yeah, soon other kids where crying out, pointing and laughing at Ben who found himself unable to stop, or get up. he was stuck in the poopers position till the 'ride' was over. "Oh wow, look at the lump!" a boy called, out, a mix of grossed out and fascination. "Ewww it's leaking though his pants!" A girl said, clearly disgusted. "Thank god the wind is blowing in the other direction!" A girl said with a valley girl accent, Ben didn't dare turn around to confirm who was speaking after all. "Hey Tennyson, did you forget to wear your huggies?" Came the taunt from Cash, a voice Ben knew far too well to mistake. "Children! that's enough!" Scolded a male teacher, Mr.woods if Ben wasn't mistaken. "Clearly Ben had a bit too much. Now back off while I go get the poor little guy inside." Ben huffed at being called a little guy, but as his smelly load slowed and stopped and he went to stand up on shaky legs, he was glad for the kind teachers words, and for his support as Ben had to semi lean on him. Hopefully, the school nurse would be just as kind and understanding.

"Oh my GOD, shitting your pants at your age?!? This is why I transferred out of the elementary school!" the young blond nurse asked, a well manicured hand going up to her face as she pinched her nose shut and used the magazine that she had been reading and was still in her other hand to try and fan the awful stench coming off of Ben away. 'And so much for kind and caring..' Ben thought dryly. "Miss Hardworm, One would think that your training included being sensitive to students in a time of stress." Mr.wood's said, a hard edge to his voice. "Uh.. well yeah.. there was..but..come on! he's 10 years old and in 5th grade! ugh.. i knew the school made a mistake when it moved the fifth graders over here.." Hardworm whined. "if your QUITE done.." Mr.woods said, his tone making it clear that yes was the only answer. "Ben needs to make use of your shower AND needs a check up." "Yeah yeah.. Ok.. Shower is that way.. there's a plastic bag in there for you -gag- pants and underwear." Hardwood said, setting the magazine down to jerk a thumb in the direction of the small shower room she had just behind her desk. "Truly, you are a overwhelming cup of kindness." Ben said, rolling his eyes and waddling past her (waddling from the load in his pants of course) and making sure to get a little bit extra close to her so she'd jump back. "Did you see that!?!" she cried out to mr. wood's as Ben closed the door behind him.

While Ben showered and made use of the potty in the shower room to make sure he was all done, other kids in the school weren't feeling so hot and a wave of poots were escalating all around, at least with anyone who'd had the chilli. Charmcaster took this all in with a smirk and a grimace, as while she was unseen and unheard, she couldn't block off the smell and made a mental note that next time she planned something like this, she'd bring nose plugs. A loud and massive poot from a chubby kid close to Charmcaster almost had her blow her cover as she had to cover her mouth not to loudly gag, and she dashed off, making a small change in her plan to be outside of the room when the next parts of her plan kicked in.

Positive that the tank was running on fumes, Ben walked out of the shower room with a towel around his waist and his t-0shirt back on, his undies and pants triple bagged and a couple of bars of soap tossed in for good measure. "Sooo uhh.. Where's the spare undies and pants?" Ben asked, looking at Hardworm and semi worried because Mr. wood's was no longer there. the blond gave Ben a nasty smile and then in a tone that did nothing to hide her delight, started to speak while holding up a short, pink Tutu. "Well as it turns out, we don't have ANY spare undies at ALL in here! Shocking huh? Guess they figured that you know..big boys and girls wouldn't be crapping their pants! as for pants.. this was ALL I could find in the lost and found, it's not much but it'll cover up the DIAPER I'll have to put you in anyways~" "..Heh..OK..I must still have water in my ears, But I could of swore you just said.. you have to put a DIAPER on me." Ben said. Blushing and giving a nervous smile."Buttt seee, that CAN'T be what I heard because that's just crazy right?...RIGHT!?!" Ben said, a panicked tone taking over and then in a small pleading tone he added. "Right?" Nurse Hardworm just smiled wider and set the tutu down, and pulled out a thick, grey and purple diaper with pink tapes. "What do you think? and look, we even got new diapers in JUST for little pants poopers like you~ Little charmy's they're called." she said with a nasty tone in her voice, following up with a laugh and then walking over and patting one of the beds for kids to lay on. "Hop up widdle guy~" "..And to think..I thought crapping myself was gonna be the worse part of my day." Ben whimpered. "The days still young." Hardworm snickered. Ben groaned and slowly shuffled over, dropping the towel from around his waist as he slid onto the bed, and covered his eyes. 'this can't get ANY more humiliating..' he thought to himself, only to have Hardworm giggle and lift up his shirt and tickle his tummy. "Awww, who's a shy widdle guy? you are! it's ok widdle man, Nurse Hardworm is here to wook after you!" She coo'ed, her tone taking on a motherly tone and as Ben peeked from behind one of his hands, she was legibility giving a nice smile. 'Just had to tempt fate didn't you Benny?' he mentally groaned.

For the next minute or so, Nurse Hardworm was kind and gentle, coo'ing softly and baby talking to Ben like he was just a toddler as she got the diaper under his butt and powdered him up, then tapped it nice and tight and helped him to his feet, giving his rump a soft pat. "There you go little guy! I guess we can skip the tutu..If you hurry you might be able to go and get your gym shorts and slide them over your diapey wipey!" She coo'ed and tickled his chin. 'Geez, maybe she isn't such a hard ass after all..' Ben thought, giggling a little and starting to smile. "That sounds great!" "Good..now get out of here you little shit before you crap yourself." she said, the nice act gone just as suddenly as it had appeared. "...you have a split personality or something?" Ben asked, raising a eyebrow. "Look, seeing you all helpless and needing a diaper..brought out a part of me that I try and keep buried and you'll be buried too if you tell anyone." she said and jabbed a finger into his chest. "..Rest assure, I doubt ANYONE will ever mistake you for a beacon of kindness." Ben said, rolling his eyes and turning to leave. Looking out into the halls, they were mostly deserted, save for the hints of a long line up waiting to use the bathrooms, Ben could see the back half of a kid from the window in the door. 'Huh, guess the chilli hit everyone hard..' Ben thought and went to turn the door knob.

Charmcaster was peeking in though the window, still invisible but knowing that any second now her little spell for stage two was about to kick in as the first wave of boys and girls would be about to flush the potties in the rest rooms. at which point, stage three would kick in with the diaper she had placed in there as all of the filth that was suppose to go down the drain, would end up in the back of Benny's diaper that was enchanted to expand as much as needed while doing nothing to mask the smell. 'huh.. mental note.. next time I do this.. nose plugs AND bring some popcorn for the show.' Charmcaster thought, sitting on her broom and getting comfy.

the wonderful side effect of Charmcaster's spell (Unintended but damn it worked out) was that as the back of Ben's diaper suddenly started to bloat out as it filled up, a thunderous wet farting noise was heard so it would seem like Ben was just crapping himself again. "oh my god, are you.." Hardworm started to ask, then put her hands over her mouth and nose. "Jesus! what are you, 90 percent bowels!?" "I-I..I'm not.." Ben tried to stammer out as the icky muddy gross feeling spread throughout the back of the diaper, making it balloon out like a cartoon diaper would and the back of the diaper was soon down to his knee caps, even as tears started to stream down his face. "Your not what? shitting yourself!?!" Hardworm called out, almost having to shout over the thunderous roars that was the farting sound effect as more of the waste piled in. "Bullshit!" As the back started to get too crowded, the front of the diaper raced to match the back as Ben squealed out, from the gross feeling but well it would just look and sound like he was reacting to the jaw dropping dump he was taking. Already the stench was heavy in the air, making both his and Hardworm's eyes water, and Ben held his own nose with a whimper of "STINKY!" that again, did nothing to help the illusion they he was just a diaper shitting big baby. "oh God! there's no way in HELL I'm changing that you gross little fuck! Get out of here with your shit swelled diaper before it's too big to fit though the door!" Hardworm cried out, summoning hidden depths of strength to over come the stench and the site.. to Push Ben who's diaper was almost too big out the door and make him land on his hands and knee's in the hall, slamming the door behind him and locking it for good measure. with Ben Out of her infirmary, she raced over to the window, not knowing that a young witch had been watching the show and laughing her ass, and opened it and stuck her head out desperate for fresh air. Charmcaster yelped and flew away on her broom, not wanting to get even a whiff of what had to be toxic stink by this point, and made a mental note that she would have to use this spell again sometime.. if not on Ben then maybe on Gwen.

Meanwhile out in the hall Ben quickly drew attention as his farts echoed loudly in the halls and even as they died down as the last of the flushing happened, for the moment at least. with the massive diaper bloated out behind him, Ben couldn't even get to his feet and any and all attempts to crawl away were futile. As students and teachers alike took in the site and taunts began to be tossed out, Ben started to laugh and cry, adding his own puny (By comparison) poopie to the load and then started to suck his thumb, the humiliation was just too much and his big boy mind shut down and went bye bye. Almost no one dared to get too close as the smell was overpowering, Mr. Wood's had attempted to but by then anther round of flushing in the bathrooms had started and so Ben's diaper started to grow again.

It was Gwen who figured out what had happened in the end, though there was no way to explain it out really to the world at large. Ben's mega load made news on all the stations, and he was world famous as the incredible diaper filler. In a act of semi Mercy, Gwen not only took the Omimatrix from Ben so that he wouldn't have to try and be a hero, but also made sure that he stayed in his simple toddler like mindset, gurgling and clapping happily whenever when filled his diapers since she knew if he had come to his sense, the utter humiliation of his world wide frame would of crushed him. In a bit of fitting irony however, When Charmcaster when to go and repeat her nasty little trick on Gwen, she turned the tables on the witch and now Ben had a drooling playmate in matching diapers to hang out with during the day under the watchful eye of Ben's mom.

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Events 10.22 (after 1900)

1907 – A run on the stock of the Knickerbocker Trust Company sets events in motion that will spark the Panic of 1907. 1910 – Hawley Harvey Crippen (the first felon to be arrested with the help of radio) is convicted of poisoning his wife. 1923 – The royalist Leonardopoulos–Gargalidis coup d'état attempt fails in Greece, discrediting the monarchy and paving the way for the establishment of the Second Hellenic Republic. 1934 – In East Liverpool, Ohio, FBI agents shoot and kill notorious bank robber Pretty Boy Floyd. 1936 – Dod Orsborne, captain of the Girl Pat is convicted of its theft and imprisoned, having caused a media sensation when it went missing.[8] 1941 – World War II: French resistance member Guy Môquet and 29 other hostages are executed by the Germans in retaliation for the death of a German officer. 1943 – World War II: In the second firestorm raid on Germany, the RAF conducts an air raid on the town of Kassel, killing 10,000 and rendering 150,000 homeless. 1946 – Over twenty-two hundred engineers and technicians from eastern Germany are forced to relocate to the Soviet Union, along with their families and equipment. 1947 – The Kashmir conflict between India and Pakistan begins, having started just after the partition of India. 1962 – Cuban Missile Crisis: President Kennedy, after internal counsel from Dwight D. Eisenhower, announces that American reconnaissance planes have discovered Soviet nuclear weapons in Cuba, and that he has ordered a naval "quarantine" of the Communist nation. 1963 – A BAC One-Eleven prototype airliner crashes in UK with the loss of all on board. 1964 – Jean-Paul Sartre is awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, but turns down the honor. 1964 – An all-party Parliamentary Committee selects the design which will become the new official flag of Canada. 1975 – The Soviet uncrewed space mission Venera 9 lands on Venus. 1976 – Red Dye No. 4 is banned by the US Food and Drug Administration after it is discovered that it causes tumors in the bladders of dogs. 1981 – The United States Federal Labor Relations Authority votes to decertify the Professional Air Traffic Controllers Organization (PATCO) for its strike the previous August. 1983 – Two correctional officers are killed by inmates at the United States Penitentiary in Marion, Illinois. The incident inspires the Supermax model of prisons. 1987 – John Adams' opera Nixon in China premiered. 1992 – Space Shuttle Columbia launches on STS-52. 1997 – Danish fugitive Steen Christensen kills two police officers, Chief Constable Eero Holsti and Senior Constable Antero Palo, in Ullanlinna, Helsinki, Finland during his prison escape. 1999 – Maurice Papon, an official in the Vichy government during World War II, is jailed for crimes against humanity. 2005 – Tropical Storm Alpha forms in the Atlantic Basin, making the 2005 Atlantic hurricane season the most active Atlantic hurricane season until surpassed by the 2020 season. 2005 – Bellview Airlines Flight 210 crashes in Nigeria, killing all 117 people on board. 2006 – A Panama Canal expansion proposal is approved by 77.8% of voters in a national referendum. 2007 – A raid on Anuradhapura Air Force Base is carried out by 21 Tamil Tiger commandos, with all except one dying in this attack. Eight Sri Lanka Air Force planes are destroyed and ten damaged. 2008 – India launches its first uncrewed lunar mission Chandrayaan-1. 2012 – Cyclist Lance Armstrong is formally stripped of his seven Tour de France titles after being charged for doping. 2013 – The Australian Capital Territory becomes the first Australian jurisdiction to legalize same-sex marriage with the Marriage Equality (Same Sex) Act 2013. 2014 – Michael Zehaf-Bibeau attacks the Parliament of Canada, killing a soldier and injuring three other people. 2019 – Same-sex marriage is legalised, and abortion is decriminalised in Northern Ireland as a result of the Northern Ireland Assembly not being restored.

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