Right now the instinct of law abiding second amendment supports is to think of a way to match the “Marchforourlives” rally. And to be totally honest we couldn’t. Not even close. We do not have privileged millionaire celebrities on our side , airline companies to give us free tickets to fly us to the capital, we don’t have a government ran school system that wants to acknowledge any of our ideas, and we sure as hell don’t have the main stream media on our side.
What we do have however is purchasing power. We have shown this for the past decade by purchasing more firearms, ammo, and training then ever in history. Just think of the amount of money we would spend to travel to DC, food, hotel costs per person. Think of the legal firearms we could buy with that money. Instead of trying to beat the anti-gunners at their own game, let’s make our own. Let’s set a date in the future where all gun advocates go out and set ourselves a record. We go out and purchase a new firearm or more ammo prove to them we match and beat their protest dollars. While the anti-gun crowd tries to scare us with massive demonstrations, think of the message it would send seeing millions of American buying guns all at once.
| Fire & Frostbite | Jongin X Reader Oneshot | CEO!AU |
CEO!Jongin X Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warnings: Heartbreak? Mean old ladies.
Word Count: 3,522
Synopsis: Working as a flight attendant, you’re forced to attend a corporate meeting in the Alps as a representative. You don’t expect it to be warm, nor do you expect to find the mistakes of the past gazing back at you with warm brown eyes. A past that scarred.
A/N: This is my secret santa gift for the lovely @kookiie-bear!! I was told you requested a snowed in/electricity going out tale of epic proportions, so I did my best on it with the god-awful mountain wifi I had ^^” I hope you like it! And Merry Christmas!!
“If given the choice between being sacrificed as a virgin off a thousand foot high cliff into a fiery volcano to liquidate my organs, and attending this conference…”
You jerked on the handle of your suitcase, yanking it past the curb of the sidewalk.
“-I’d take the former.”
Your sister whined on the other side of the call.
“You always make everything out to be worse than it is,” She grumbled. “Always so pessimistic.”
“Call me a cynic.” You deadpanned back, holding your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you struggled to get the wallet from your bag.
“How much do you wanna bet he doesn’t even remember you.” Your sister sounded like she had taken too large a mouthful of something before speaking.
You sighed, pulling down the pencil skirt you were required to wear as a flight attendant.
“I don’t know whether to be comforted or disgusted by that thought.”
“I’m sure it’s wishful thinking.” She still talked with her mouth full. “I know in reality you’re both swooning over each other, waiting for the right moment before the two of you can just rip each others’ clothes-”
“Huh? What was that?” You interrupted her, bringing the phone in front of your face. “Sorry, I can’t hear you, I think the signal up here is dead-”
Without giving her a single moment to respond, you hit the end call button.
“God that was painful.” You groaned to yourself, referring both to the long flight and the conversation with your sister.
The cacophonous noise of planes you had grown accustomed to was soon drowned out as you entered the back seat of a taxi.
“Where to?” The driver asked in a heavy accent.
“The Arosa Kulm Hotel, please.”
The driver’s eyes widened, scanning your sad appearance up and down through the mirror before clearing his throat and peeling out of the driveway.
Here you were, in the Alps, volun-told by your boss in the airline company to attend Lavish Travel Company’s debut conference. Said company had just recently bought out the airline you worked under, so a few workers and head company officials were sent to attend as ‘representatives.’
Oh, how you would rather sell your soul to the devil than have to face the reality of your current predicament.
What your boss had been negligent in telling you was that the owner of Lavish Inc. was none other than Kim Jongin.
Young, wealthy, handsome, with enough charisma to earn himself a quick CEO position in just a few years after college.
Saying that the two of you knew each other was an understatement.
EXCLUSIVE: Inside source reveals L-corp executive Lena Luthors scandalous entanglement in business and pleasure with up-and-coming college soccer star
By: Kim Spencer. CatCo Magazine
Lena Luthor has been an item in many media outlets for some time now. She’s already done remarkable things in her position as first-line executive in her family company L-corp at the ripe age of 25. Fresh out of business school and plum-faced, her division launched a successful eco-friendly bio-fuel for commercial airlines that propelled the company to a top ten position in the stock market.
But Luthors adventures don’t stop with just business. Since november last year, numerous speculations have surfaced concerning her relationship with a very special college soccer star: Kara Danvers. Luthor herself has declined an interview, but an inside source reveals all you need to know about this gal pal entanglement. Spoiler alert: it’s a little bit messy, and all kinds of juicy.
The story seems to begin during kick-off for college soccer season in 2016. Kara Danvers was a young and promising box-to-box midfielder for Stanford college, playing in first division, and in the spotlight from media and scouts for professional teams like. There were rumors about calls from both Bayern-München and Toronto FC. Renowned international clubs wanted Kara Danvers on their team.
Then it happened. Danvers tore her ACL. The dramatic injury occurred during a forceful tackle in the second period of her first match in the season. Even though her team wins, Kara Danvers stands to lose everything.
ACL tears are one of the most common injury in soccer players
An ACL tear is a tear in the ligament of the knee
The severity of the injury greatly varies, and some recover after a short break and physical therapy
Danvers’ tear was severe, and she needed surgery to ever dream of returning to the field.
SoccerDaily.co claims her entire career is on the line. she risks losing her scholarship, and in turn her college education. “Surgery can fix her knee, but the window into professional leagues is small, and she’ll be on the bench for a long time.”
Although this article isn’t backed by a source, it’s plausible to believe. Danvers is from a small town called Midvale. She was raised by a single mother, and her older sister Alex Danvers is on the rocks with several drug convictions over her head. The young protegee has always been avoidant of the press, but during this time she full-out disappears. Some believe she’s already left Stanford and is living life back in Midvale. Stanford college refuses to comment on the situation.
We can only imagine how difficult such a time is for a young journalism student. In a rare interview after her team won the league last year, she proclaimed with excitement that her dream was to play for the national team in the 2020 olympics. Now she may never play professionally.
But then a white knight sweeps in. L-corp suddenly awards Kara Danvers with a full scholarship, even though they had previously filled all their spots for “Influential young voices”. L-corp denies any correlation between the scholarship and the injury, stating that “Danvers application had been lost by an intern, but was too strong to pass up. We see a good investment in Kara Danvers.” This could be a plausible explanation, save for the fact that Danvers already had a soccer scholarship paid in full, and the fact that Danvers’ cousin and reporter Clark Kent is a well known friend of L-corp CEO Lex Luthor.
Here’s the juicy part you’ve all been waiting for: During summer break Kara Danvers was spotted on a private beach with Lena Luthor herself. At the time, it was attributed to Danvers’ cousin and his involvement with the Luthors, but upon further investigation it doesn’t seem like he was present at all. In fact, the day after this photo surfaces Clark Kent released a political think peace as a corresponder in Brüssel concerning Brexit for The Daily Planet.
The scholarship seems to be the rescue. Stanford releases a much awaited press statement concerning Kara Danvers, informing the world that her spot will be waiting for her when she is ready. Coach for Toronto FC tweets: “The best players of all times are the ones who didn’t give up.” And: “Good luck with your recovery @Kara_Danvers, and don’t mind the speculating press.”
Lena Luthor is spotted one wednesday in december wearing a Stanford soccer sweater at a store downtown, picking up ice-cream, eggs, toilet paper and protein powder. Photo: James Olson. Our inside source, who wishes to remain anonymous reveals Luthor has never cared for sports, much less college soccer.
Our source has also seen Kara Danvers in the L-corp office “more times than she can count. The higher-ups says it’s always because of Clark Kent, or L-corps business investment in her journalism career. But we all know better. They’re dating of course!”
We can’t say for certain. In an e-mail Kara Danvers’ agent discloses that “[she] will happily talk about her football career with serious press, but will not have her personal life scrutinized and on display in a [redacted] tabloid magazine.” There have been numerous sightings of the two throughout the city, seemingly just enjoying each others company.
Kara Danvers played her first match after her recovery yesterday, the closing match for the season. And for some reason Lena ‘doesn’t care about sports’ Luthor was seated right in the VIP lounge. Makes you wonder.
If the two stars, one corporate and one soccer, are involved in an intense lip-lock, it sure is scandalous, and a serious conflict of interest. Some eyebrows will be raised. But we guess love conquers all.
The future chairman was often coveted by ladies, and could have had anything with the flick of the wrist. But he didn’t want those overly extravagant dinners with overly flirty women. He wanted the first woman he could confide in, and shared interests with. MC.
He was always a bit too blunt, a bit to insensitive, but she always understood. Every time he went on the chatroom, he hoped that she would be there. And whenever his phone rang, he hoped it was her. But happiness never lasted. That was the one thing life had taught him. And just as quickly as she came, MC left. It just took one message, just one simple goodbye. After that, the chatroom was devoid of her.
[Jumin Han joined the chatroom]
Seven: Its the chairman-to-be +_+
Jumin: Stop joking around, and look for MC. She hasn’t been on for a day now
Zen: Dude… I don’t think you should do that
Seven: Ya… She made it pretty clear that she was leaving…
Jumin: One goodbye is not enough to confirm that she is leaving forever. Check the cameras, make sure she’s safe.
Seven: She taped over them or broke them, I can’t see anything.
[Jumin Han left the chatroom]
He let out a sigh. She was gone, and he knew it. But for some pathetic reason, he was clinging onto the hope that MC would come back.
He looked at Elizabeth the Third. She had her charms, but he missed MC’s charm. He took out a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. She won’t come back. He drank the whole glass, and stared down at the phone on the table. She’s never coming back. Jumin reached for the bottle again. Another glass, and then another, goddammit why am I not getting drunk? The bottle was empty, and he was still clearheaded. The phone was still silent, and for a second he could have sworn that he saw MC in the chatroom. He tapped on the private chatroom he had with MC. Cats, cats, cats. Was that all he could talk about? Is that why she had left? His vision became blurred. He blinked once, twice. It wouldn’t go away. Then a tear fell down his cheek.
[Jumin Han joined the chatroom]
Jaehee: Mr. Han, have you contacted the airlines company? We have a meeting tomorrow.
Jumin: I don’t care.
Jaehee: Mr. Han, it’s a very important meeting.
Jumin: Push it back, I’m not in the mood to deal with this.
Zen: Aren’t you being a bit too harsh on Jaehee?
Jaehee: I’m fine. I assume he’s still shaken over MC leaving. I’ll ask you again when you are less… emotional…
Zen: Him? Emotional? Gosh… You’re too nice
[Jumin Han left the chatroom]
The next morning, he awoke to a headache and tear-stained cheeks. Since when was he an emotional drunk? He sighed, preparing for work. Nothing made sense. Numbers, numbers, endless phrases and verbose documents that once made sense to him seemed to be a completely different language now. Jumin felt. He felt all the bottled up emotions from his life threatening to spill out. And all it took to release the floodgates was the loss of someone he cared for. MC was gone. Jumin drank another bottle. He felt tears again. He cried again. Cried because he missed MC, cried because he was so pathetic, crying for someone who clearly didn’t want him. But then again, maybe you will be back. Back to fall in love with Seven. Because after all, I’m not the true end, am I?
I would give up everything for you. Stay with me.
It wasn’t surprising to him. Really, he expected you to leave earlier. Eleven days in a route. Thirty Three days to finish just the casual story. And that didn’t even count after endings and the possibility of yo- MC waiting after playing a route. So when MC decided to leave the app, and delete it, he wasn’t taken by surprise. But it did hurt.
[Luciel joined the chatroom]
Yoosung: I cant believe she left ㅠ_ㅠ
Jaehee: Yes, it was so sudden….
Jaehee: Ah, Seven, do you know what happened?
Luciel: Lolol she probably just had other things to do~
Yoosung: Your name’s Luciel… Are you okay?
Luciel: Lolol what? That’s my real name~ Speaking of work, I should get back to that!
But there was no work. Seven knew he had buried himself in work as soon as MC deleted the app, and had finished way ahead of schedule. He had changed his name to Luciel later, hoping maybe she would come on and remember. Remember what his real name was. The one you found out through spoilers on the wiki.
Luciel: Agent 707, signing off~
[Luciel left the chatroom]
And days passed like that. I wonder what route she was aiming for? Saeyoung knew it wasn’t him. But a little voice inside his head told him just maybe, just maybe she was going to try and get his route. No point brooding over that now though…She’s gone.
Saeyoung sank into his unhealthy schedule once again. Can after can, bag after bag, and he could feel his eyesight deteriorating even more as he stared at the screen in his dimly lit room.
He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. It was four am already. He missed the times when he could log onto the messenger and blabber on about nonsense with MC. But she was done. All he could do was wait for her to sign back on again, and then he would have to pretend nothing happened as the world reset.
Saeyoung collapsed onto his bed. Grabbing a can of Dr. Pepper, he took a gulp and stared at the ceiling. He knew the caffeine would prolong his consciousness, but at this point he didn’t care. He wanted the sweet delirium that alcohol brought on, but it was too early at dawn to go to a store. So he took another swallow, and enjoyed the light pain of the fizz going down his throat. He sighed.
Grabbing a handful of chips, he went onto the messenger. Opening the apartment’s security feed on another monitor, he changed his name again.
[707 joined the chatroom]
I guess I should pretend I finished work now, huh? Guess I shouldn’t make the members worry…
707: Finally free from the shackles of being a secret agent for today ^^
707: I can finally rest now!
707: Oh, but it looks like MC still hasn’t untaped the security cameras…
He typed as he looked at the empty apartment. There was never any tape. Just an excuse to make them feel less sad about her leaving. Just an excuse to make them feel like her desertion was temporary.
707: MC~ I only installed them to keep you safeee.. you don’t think to think of me as some creep ㅠㅠ
Good. Maybe this will make the other members joke around later…
[707 left the chatroom]
And every day, Saeyoung retreated further into his 707 personality. Everything he said became an attempt to make the other members laugh. Once or twice every day, he even logged on with a fake account with MC’s name. Just to keep them thinking that everything was alright. And everything was alright, except for himself. Tear filled nights, and rage filled nights, nights he couldn’t remember. Nights that made him go from laughter to tears to screams in seconds. Nights that left his mind blank except for one name, and one person. MC.
Summary: Your excitement to meet the company’s most requested pilot was nearly zero. Little did you know you were going to swallow your words. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings 7,279 words
Notes: Here it goes the AU I’ve been talking about! FINALLY. Risking a Poe fic request on the way! Hope you guys enjoy out favorite posterboy being the pilot of an airline company. I ALSO HOPE I MADE HIM JUSTICE. Tell me if I’m torturing y’all with my bad Star Wars writing.Happy reading! <3
You had never met Poe Dameron and yet, he
was the most debated topic between the flight attendants at the operational dispatch
room. It even surprised you that with two years of working at Millennium
airlines, that would be your first time in hosting one of Commander Dameron’s
flights, given he was one of the most active and requested pilot for long
flights – exactly the ones you preferred working on.
But you always heard the chitchat between a few coworkers,
pretty much gushing about his looks and how flirty but yet polite he was. You’d
be honestly lying if it didn’t perk your curiosity for a little bit though
you’d never truly admit it.
And now you were about to meet the said man but your
excitement wasn’t even one percent near to the other girls (and a few boys)
“So, I take it you were a part of Commander Dameron’s
crew before…” You low key questioned Hanna, one of the few flight attendants that you’d previously worked before as you entered the conference room,
clutching your shoulder bag to your side as she nodded in response.
“You’re friends or something?”
She snorted quietly and glanced at you as if you’d just said
the most absurd thing ever, her eyes rolling playfully as you finally sat
around the huge table.
“I wish! It was just a two hour flight.” Hanna
sighed exaggeratedly as you chuckled quietly at her dreamy expression.
“Never saw him again after that. Tough luck.”