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Helpline - Stuart imagine

a/n: this is associated with the movie internship, but like, for the ones who haven’t seen it - there was a scene where the interns were on the gmail help line, they helped people with gmail problems so it about that :)

storyline: girl (reader) mistakes the suicide support number for the gmail support number and it’s stuart answering

characters: reader; Stuart from internship

warnings: talking of suicide; crying (???)


“And the helpline starts.. right now.” The boss said. Stuart turned around to face his computer and put his headphones with the microphone on his head. He sighed as he heard the first person calling.

“Google support, hello?” He spoke. At first he didn’t hear anything, which made his eyebrows furrow. Then he heard an almost audible sob. “Hello?”

“I-Is this the suicide h-hotline?” A soft girl’s voice asked. Was she crying? Stuart thought. Suicide hotline?

“No, this is the Google Support number.” Stuart then confidently replied.

“Oh, I-I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to bother. I just got the wrong number, sorry,” the girl rambled, wanting to hit the button to end the call. But Stuart acted quicker. “I’ll just, goodb-”

“No, no, don’t leave.” Stuart rushed, without knowing why he stopped the girl. from ending the call. “Stay here.”

“Uhm, I-I, no. I don’t want to bother. Wh-”

“Just, just don’t end the call. Okay?” Stuart said. If the girl was looking for the suicide hotline, she wanted help. So maybe Stuart could talk to her.

“O-okay.” The girl answered and sniffed. There was silence between them, when stuart decided to ask the girl something. Come on, just ask her something, Stuart.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” The girl replied, her voice still sounding like she was/had been crying.

“Okay. I’m Stuart. Were you looking for the suicide hotline?”

“Yeah…” Y/N said with shame in her voice.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“Must be. Look, you’re not the person I should tell those things to, after all, you’re from Google Support. I should call the real suicide hotline.”

“You said you’d stay, remember? And I know that maybe I’m not the right guy to talk to, but something seemed to bother you. Wasn’t that why you were crying? You can talk to me. I promise, I won’t tell anybody. Not that I have anybody to tell.”

“Alright. I will tell you. But please don’t tell anybody.”

“Of course, yeah. So, if you wanted to call suicide hotline, you want help.”

“Yes.”

“What do you need help for? Is there someone bothering you? Or something?”

“Well… I’m g-getting bullied at school ever since my… sister and best friend d-died.” Stuart listened. Bullying is the worst. “It’s these two girls named.. let’s name them Queen Bee and Becky. They’re the bullies.”

“How exactly do they… bully you? How long?”

“Well, they have always bullied me, but it got worse a few weeks ago. I mean, it’s already very hard for me. My two best friends died… Can’t they see it’s horrible? And now they bully me, throw things at me, call me names..”

“And why does it bother you?”

“Because it’s true what they say!” Y/N’s voice started trembling. “It’s true that I’m worthless, fat, ugly and a loser. Nobody loves me.” She started crying again. “Nobody needs me. There’s no point of me in this world! That’s why I took all the pills in the house.” Stuart thought he mis-heard the girl.

What?!”

“You know, medication. I want to take them so bad, but I know-” Stuart heard the girl burst out crying with loud sobs. This is really awkward, Stuart thought, poor girl.

“Hey, shh, calm down,” Stuart cooed. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” Y/N still cried, but it lessened slowly, in a couple of second-tenths. Now she was only sobbing. “Do you really want to take them?”

“Y-Yes, but I know it would be wrong. So I-I decided to call the number…”

“Good thing you called, otherwise we would lose another beautiful person in the world.”

“I’m not beautiful. You haven’t even seen me.”

“I know I have never seen you. But I know that you’re beautiful. Every one is. You shouldn’t listen to those girls, or anyone else who says something bad about you. Many people are insecure, many people are being bullied. And I know how it is, I’ve been there. I’m telling you, killing yourself is an option, but not yours.” Stuart paused. “Not today. Not ever. Don’t ever think about it. Think about what you’ll miss. It’s not an available option, alright? This isn’t the worst yet.” He finished, not believing he was actually saying stuff like this to someone. Stuart was usually the quiet, smart guy in class or any other place.

“Do you still want to do it?” He asked after there was silence.

“Kind of, but not really.” Y/N said, wiping off her tears.

“That’s better.”

“You helped me, Stuart. It really means a lot.” She said. “Thank you for the kind words, they’re the best I’ve heard in my life.” Y/N wiped the new tears. “You’re making me cry.” Stuart quietly chuckled at her cuteness.

“Always welcome.” He said “Would you need my help another time?”

“I think so.”

“Well, then - you can’t call this number, because it’s the helpline of Google, so I’ll give you my number to write down. Anytime you need something or just want to talk, tell me.”

“Okay.” Y/N agreed. Stuart dictated the numbers to the girl. She thought she had find a savior for her. Someone who finally cared. Someone who understood, someone who helped. Sure, her best friend and sister were helping, but they were gone now. Y/N was practically alone. Until today.

“So, Y/N. I hope you’re alright and I hope you will be.”

“Thank you, Stuart.”

“Remember, if anything happens - let me know.” 

“Of course.”

“Throw those pills back from where you took them, take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

“Okay, Y/N. Have a good day.” Stuart said, smiling.

“You too.” The girl said and ended the call with a small smile on her lips.

Stuart was smirking when he heard the boss yell:

“Time’s up. Let’s see your results.” He was looking at Stuart’s conversation, Stuart was blushing. He spent all his time talking to Y/N, who wanted to commit suicide.

“I see Stuart here was having a good chat.” The boss said. He had never liked Stuart. The boy stood up and walked up to the boss’ table.

“Well…” Stuart trailed off with a smug smirk, “I saved a person’s life. But you all,” Stuart turned around to all his colleges and pointed at them, “saved some nudes from leaking.” The boss chuckled, but you couldn’t deny the fact he was a little bit pissed off.

Stuart quickly made his way out of the room, chuckling and thinking of the coffee and muffins he was gonna eat just a few minutes later.

What a Time to Be Black

Written by: Ajahni

Before Lemonade was released yesterday, I was a black girl. I was a girl with brown skin and thick, kinky hair and full lips and a full nose. I was a black girl whose perspective of everything was always imbued with my ancestors and the pain they faced, the secrets they told, the sacrifices they made.

After I watched Lemonade, something changed. I could feel it as soon as the video ended; at first I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but after the poetry, culture, emotional vulnerability, and cinematography had finished marinating in my mind, even in my bones, I knew. I knew that I was still a black girl, but the definition of my existence had changed. Or, at least, it had come to light.

Being a black girl is a unique experience that cannot be understood, translated, or replicated by any means. It does not necessarily mean that we do not share experiences with other groups and other people, but that the experiences that we share are always influenced by who we are. For that reason, we are forever burdened with a feeling of otherness and a struggle to understand ourselves in a world that provides us with their own biased, racist understandings.

But that burden does not have to last forever.

Watching Lemonade gave a sense of realness to who I am, to what we are. It gave a loving, reassuring confirmation of validity to the recurring thoughts, feelings, and situations that every black girl faces or will face. With every song and every scene, Beyonce told all black girls that we are here, we are real, and we matter. But the statement coming from that video had a very specific tone. It said more than that; it held an encrypted message that only we can understand, something that cannot be put into words.

Harriet Tubman is going to be on the $20 bill. A black woman who personified bravery, strength and altruism is going to be on the face of the currency of a nation that she and her generation built. A nation that worked, and still works, to bring she and her descendants down. Harriet Tubman’s face on the bill, in itself, does not change the position of black people or black women in America, but it shows us something. It shows us ourselves. It is a symbol of the kind of power we are coming from; it is a dare to take things further.

Amandla Stenberg told us at Black Girls Rock that our blackness does not inhibit us from being beautiful and intelligent, but it is in fact the reason that we are beautiful and intelligent. The fact that she was able to say this on national television, and the fact that such an award show even exists, is another symbol. It is another poke at black women to stand up, to keep going, to test the limits that truly do not exist.

A couple months ago, I watched the Netflix documentary, “What Happened Miss Simone?” I learned about Nina Simone and her internal conflicts, her desire to be free and to help instill black pride in her people. I learned about how her radicalness contributed to the downfall of her success. I learned that society will do everything in its power to keep a black woman from being who and what she truly is, and that this restriction will often lead to her demise.

Prince, a musician who had no regard for gender conformity or conformity to any other constructs built by society, passed away a few days ago. His freedom of expression showed black kids what could happen, what we could be, if only we pretended that the world would allow us to do anything.

Ethan Ambrose, a black boy who I’ve been going to school with for the past few years, was accepted to Harvard University. He received a $250,000 scholarship to cover all of his expenses. He worked hard and surpassed his own expectations of himself. He’s about to be immersed in a world of people who have better opportunities than him, and no matter how hard he works, they will always be of more value to the world than him.

I could go on. I could keep listing the things that have been happening between January and now that made me really, truly look at my skin and what it means. These things don’t stop. Our greatness will never end, and for the first time I truly realize that. For the first time, I know that black girls are on this planet for a reason. I know that there is a divinity to black girls, something that makes us different from every other person, every other woman. I know there is a secret that we all share, and this secret is the key to what makes us so unstoppable. I know that we don’t have to become beautiful, intelligent, powerful or brave, but instead we have to remove and unravel the inhibitions placed on us by the world that we are in.

This is quite a time to be alive. More and more, we are realizing that we have everything we need, and all we have to do is activate it. All we have to do is decide for ourselves that we are ready to change the world and decide how we’re going to do it, and nothing can stop us.

Lemonade showed me that being black, and being a black young woman, is nothing simple. It is a poetic existence, a happening ordained by a divine being. It showed me that everything I am, everything my grandmother and mother are, is not only legitimate, but deliberate. Black women do not experience the things we experience because we are cursed, but because we are supposed to. Everything that we are is an advantage to us. Everything that we are is an accessory to our ability to move mountains and break barriers.

What a time to be black.

hey kids!~
the time has come, i am an old woman now, i’ve had this blog for like four years (im pretty sure) and im nearing a milestone in my followers ♥‿♥ . i didnt start out as thorine but thorine is here to stay and i want to thank you all so much. i hope i can talk to all of you a lot more, please always feel free to message me. (thank u to Lor for making this wonderful follow forever graphic for me, ah you angel)

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