Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,937 (End!)
fluff, it’s an innocent lil epilogue
Sorry I get so cheesy in this space. Thank you to the people who encouraged me along the way, most of you total strangers who didn’t need to stop and take time out to do so, but did it anyway because you’re good people. Thanks to the other writers who sympathized with and cheered for me, I adore you. This is dedicated to you empathetic, beautiful people.
His blood rushed loudly past his ears and he cleared his throat several times before finally managing to speak. ‘Two weeks?’
The firm nod from his soon-to-be-former-assistant brooked no argument.
Sherlock Holmes, self-made business mogul and genius with a knack for going through PR reps like tissue paper, was, for the first time, utterly baffled.
‘I don’t understand.’ He stood and rounded his desk, a frown on his face, until he was standing in front of her. Molly Hooper. His assistant. His conscience. His voice of reason. The one person who, despite her diminutive stature and initial fumbling demeanor, had kept him in line and in good public standing for the better part of five years with a backbone of steel and an uncanny ability to charm even the most vicious reporter.
She wouldn’t leave him… she couldn’t.
‘Are you no longer happy here, Miss Hooper?’
She turned her head before he could read her face, but he didn’t miss her flinch at his formal address. She took a deep breath before turning her gaze back to him. ‘I believe my services would be better utilized elsewhere.’
‘That’s not what I asked. Tell me, why are you leaving me?’
She looked down at her cherry-patterned blouse, tugged it straight, and cleared her throat. ‘Mr Holmes, the terms of my employment were clear in that, should either party be so inclined to terminate said employment, a notice of two weeks must be given. No where in the wording is it required that a reason be given.’
Sherlock cursed inwardly. ‘Miss Hoop-Molly, I thought we had developed an efficient rapport, even a friendship. If I have done something to cause you distress, please inform me so that I may rectify the situation.’ He slipped his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. ‘I have very few friends in my life and I would sincerely be loathe to lose you from my life.’
‘It is nothing you can fix, believe me,’ she replied, smiling sadly.
Sherlock stepped toward her. ‘Molly-’
‘I’ve already begun vetting potential replacements,’ she interrupted, taking a step back. ‘Three months from now, it’ll be as if there was never any change. You’ll have forgotten all about me.’
Her smile was forced and a gnawing ache settled in Sherlock’s chest. No more chipper, bubbly smiles first thing in the morning as she brought him his coffee and handed him a folder with the relevant emails that had come through overnight. No more trying to hide his laughter in public spaces whenever she mumbled a sarcastic or morbid comment under her breath. No more watching her brilliantly smooth over his social faux-paus with a smile and perfectly-worded statements.
No more Molly.
‘What if I don’t want to forget you.’ His voice was dark and low.
She replied with soft resignation. ‘We both know you excel at deleting extraneous information. And when I leave, that’s what I will become. Your work and empire will continue, your new assistant will do everything I’ve been doing for you, and nothing else in your life will change.’
Then with the strength he’d always admired in her, she straightened her shoulders and adopted a cool professional expression. ‘With that out of the way, I shall be off. You have a meeting with the Board in a half hour and I need to prepare the conference room.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing at the door to call over her shoulder, ‘Don’t forget to wear the cufflinks Mr Haversham gave you; keeps you in his favour.’
The door clicked shut behind her with alarming finality and Sherlock fell back against his desk, stunned.
Two weeks. Two weeks and she would leave him. Why? Why was she leaving? He hadn’t offended her lately, insulted her clothing recently, or God forbid, forgotten to pay her! She had given no sign of discontentment or unhappiness working with him. If anything, she had thrived in her position, going above and beyond what he had even expected of her.
So why would she leave?
Why would she stay?
The little voice that sounded a lot like his business partner, John, came unbidden to his mind. Sherlock froze.
Why would she stay? If she received a better offer, he would understand that. But she gave no indication that she was looking for or taking a new position and no other company would dare even consider poaching her from him.
His legs were moving before he even thought to, propelling him across the room in record speed. He threw open the door and stormed out, sending a frightened intern scuttling after a flurry of papers she’d thrown in surprise.
Sherlock paid the employees that parted around him like the Red Sea no mind. His singular focus was on finding his assistant and demanding a full explanation before talking her out of this irrational decision to leave him in the lurch.
The lift was too slow and he bypassed it entirely, opting to thunder down the stairs to the ground floor. The conference room was in the center of the atrium and completely encased in glass windows that rose to the top of the three story-tall room. Transparency was the core of his business success; no underhanded dealings or hiding secrets. Made for a bumpy ride at times, but paid off in the long run.
He straight-armed his way through the doors into the atrium; the steel doors slammed into the walls and echoed loudly in the tall room. Every head turned toward the sound and many craned their necks to watch as the C.E.O., President, and Notoriously Aloof Sherlock Holmes blew into the room with the force of a hurricane and narrowed in on the petite assistant who was speaking animatedly with the few board members who had arrived early.
He interrupted them unashamedly and furiously declared, ‘No. I refuse to accept your resignation.’
Molly looked over in surprise and a fierce blush stained her cheeks. Hastily excusing herself from the conversation, she hurried across the room.
‘Mr Holmes, please-’
‘No, no more Mr Holmes,’ Sherlock snapped, uncaring that every ear was attuned to their discussion. ‘We have been on a first name basis for two years. We are friends, Molly. And friends don’t just quit. Not without reason.’
Molly looked around at their gaping audience and lowered her voice. ‘Sherlock, it’s…’ She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. ‘It’s complicated. Okay? You don’t understand and I get it, I do. Just… respect my decision.’ Her eyes were suspiciously bright. ‘Please.’
It was in that moment that Sherlock saw what he’d ignored for so long. The dilation of her pupils, the longing in her eyes, the soft way she would smile at him, putting aside her own personal life to help him, canceling dates at his last minute request when he needed her… the love that was woven in every word she spoke to him and every thing she did for him.
And how deeply that love was reciprocated.
He reached out and caught her hand. ‘You’re wrong.’ He stepped closer and lifted his other hand to slip around the back of her head. Her breathing increased and her eyes widened. ‘I believe I do understand. Finally.’
‘Sherlock…’ The rest of her breathless words were stolen as he dipped his head and kissed her.
Around them, the onlookers awed and cheered. Sherlock tuned them out, focusing all his attention on the woman in his arms and kicking himself for ignoring his heart for all these years.
And when John Watson, Sherlock’s business partner, arrived with the rest of the Board members minutes later, he smirked at the sight before him. A quick check to the calendar on his phone only made his smile widen.
Forbidden Love (Richonne AU) Love letter challenge: Your Love For All Of Time
@siancore actually tagged me in this and I was super excited. I had thought the challenge ended on Sunday but it actually ended yesterday. I started writing this on my phone last night hoping to have it up by Saturday night…and I fell asleep. I work on Saturdays. So I finished it anyway and I hope you all like it. It’s kinda long sorry. @richonnefics
Michonne stood in the kitchen watching the maids clean the silverware. She stood rigid and tall, in her usual spot in the corner as she watched over the maids. Her duty to make sure that not only did every piece of silver make it back into the cupboard but to make sure it was all spotless.
She just couldn’t seem to focus on her task tonight. Her mind kept drifting to someone it shouldn’t. “Are you always so serious?” Michonne could hear his voice in her head so clearly she looked around to be certain he hadn’t walked into the kitchen.
That was a foolish thought. Rick Grimes was gone. Gone for good. The beautiful 6 months they had spent together were the only things she had left of him.
“I am only joking with you.” Rick said as he watched the grimace spread across her beautiful face. “You shouldn’t smile if you don’t want to.” Michonne’s face softened, trying to ignore the young aristocrat who wandered into her busy kitchen. “There isn’t very much to smile about is there?” The young man whispered softly, looking downward toward his feet. Michonne looked at him then, he was tall and like the other nobles staying at the Walsh country estate, well dressed. Tall and lean, his hair was perfectly coifed, curly and brown. He had arrived with a young woman, his fiancé, she had been told by one of the other head maids. “I thought weddings were supposed to be a happy affair.” Michonne said softly, looking at him. Rick looked over at her, his blue eyes that were clouded in sadness were suddenly bright and wide. Alive. “So she speaks and she has the voice of an angel.” Michonne forgot herself and smiled at him, shaking her head. “You’re an oddity Mr. Grimes.” “Rick. Please call me Rick.” He replied looking at the slender, curvy woman with luscious dark skin and the most beautiful eyes he had ever gazed upon. They held one another’s gaze a moment longer. Michonne released the breath she had been holding. “Rick.”
“Well ladies, good night. Your service was impeccable as always.” Michonne said as she locked up the silver cupboard. “Aye Michonne you wanna stay and ‘ave a drink with us.” One of the maids asked. “No, not tonight, Andrea. I am tired.” The maid nodded and hooking arms with her friend and heading off to the maid’s quarters.
Michonne knew the last thing she would do that night was sleep. Michonne ran her hands along the spotless counter tops as she inspected the kitchen one last time. They had been reckless, smiling too much at one another, longing glances at one another in full view of others, and even caught more than once in conversation. Unusual for a maid and a nobleman but Rick was very quick and convincing with his excuses. He grew tired of them though. Rick had no desire to marry Lori Wayne and he was having difficulty pretending he was even interested in the idea.
“I am tired of this, sneaking about Michonne, it’s beneath us.” Rick said, his hands about her waist, she was pushed against a corner in the kitchen, the place where they would sometimes seek solace in one another throughout the day. When breakfast was long finished and lunch wouldn’t need prepping for another hour or so, he would whisk her away from her chores to the quiet of the empty kitchen, press his lips against hers, his body flush against hers, moaning as they devoured one another. Not even their previous night of love making could dim this fire that burned within them both for one another. “Well what else is there we can do?” Michonne said, running her hands along the soft fabric of shirt, feeling the hard muscle of his chest beneath, remembering how wonderful it had felt to be bare against one another. “We could elope and go to London. Would you like that? Will you marry me?” Rick said, staring down into the face of the woman he loves. He delighted in the sweet smile that came upon her face. “I would love that Rick with all my heart. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Michonne whispered. Rick let out a cry of happiness. “Shhh. We’ll be found.” Michonne said giggling at the man who made her blissfully happy, she loved him with every fiber of her being. “I don’t care.” He said smiling at the woman in his arms as he bent his head to capture her sweet lips with his own. His grip tightening on her waist. Rick moaned as Michonne’s hands found there way into his hair.“
Michonne watched as the tear drop landed with a soft thud on the countertop in the kitchen. It startled her to realize she was crying. Michonne reached her hand out to wipe the tear away and turned off the light in the kitchen. She began to make her away down the maid’s corridor to her room.
The door creaked open as Rick stepped into the room. He figured Mr. Walsh summoned him to talk about shooting or the wedding he would never have with Lori, but as he entered the room he realized the topic would be of a grave nature. In the room was Mr. Walsh, his aunt Carol, his father, and to his horror Michonne was seated in a chair in front of them. Tears stricked her lovely face and she avoided Rick’s glaze. “What is this?!” Rick demanded to his family loudly, coming to Michonne’s side, bending to his knee looking up at her. “Are you alright, darling?” Rick implored as he reached up to caress the tears away from her cheeks. Michonne nodded, her eyes wide with surprise at his endearing sentiment in front of his family. “Rick, have you gone quite mad!?” His aunt Carol spoke her voice harsh and shrill. “You are engaged to be married. How could you be so careless to flaunt your affair in the kitchen? You both should be so lucky that it was only me who happened to witness your abhorrent display.”
Rick stood up quickly. “Watch your tone. Michonne and I are in love. We wish to be married and I want to call off the wedding to Lori. I never wanted it in the first place.” The three stared at Rick in shock. Mr. Walsh reared back and laughed, breaking the silence in the study, his eyes fell on Michonne. “My, my dear girl, who knew under that serious demeanor of yours, there was such a seductress.” He leered at the young maid. Rick stepped in front of his friend’s father, blocking his gaze of Michonne. “Michonne and I are in love.” Rick spoke again. Mr. Walsh sat back again in his chair, looking up at Rick. “I have no doubt you feel that way but whatever is between you ends tonight. Michonne came here to earn money for her sick father. If she chooses to live in destitution with you then surely her father will die. I will indeed terminate her employment here.” He said, he spoke the words calmly. “Destiute? I am not poor. I can buy whatever medicine your father needs, Michonne.” Rick said looking at Michonne but she would not meet his gaze.
“I am afraid son, that this will bring ruin to our family, to the noble name we have built. If you marry this woman…I will disown you and move your inheritance to your brother.” Rick’s father said in one breath. He looked at his son, it killed him to be this cruel. To snatch away his son’s happiness, he couldn’t even deny his son had been in fantastic spirits the past months. He knew his son’s love was genuine but he didn’t control the world. Rick was beyond hurt his father would do this to him, as he stared at him, heartbroken. “Rick.” Michonne said softly, as she arose from her seat, touching Rick’s forearm. He turned from his father to look at his love. Her eyes were red from her tears but there were no more tears. “We were foolish to think we could do this.” Michonne began staring into his eyes. Rick’s beautiful cerulean eyes filled with tears. “Michonne -” Rick said quickly, he knew what she was about to say. “Rick. I will always love you and I would be happy being poor with you for a thousand life times.” Michonne said as she struggled to keep herself from crying as she watched fresh tears spill down his cheeks. “My father is very ill. He has the consumption and I am holding on to hope that I can keep him alive long enough to see him one last time. If the physicians will even allow me.” She took a deep and continued. “I can’t let him die on the streets like so many others. He’s a great man.” Rick dropped his head and placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. He put his forehead against hers as the tears flowed freely him. “I love you so much.” Rick whispered. Michonne pulled her head back to gaze up at him, her hand brushing his tears away, her other hand caressing his hair. “I will always love you, Rick Grimes.” She whispered before pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Rick sought her lips eagerly, kissing her deeply, pulling her closer to him. Neither cared that they were not alone as they kissed good bye. Michonne reluctantly pulled from his arms, turning to Mr. Walsh “Am I allowed to return to my quarters?” Mr. Walsh swallowed hard. “Yes and this better never happen again. Do you understand?” He asked shakily. Michonne nodded. “Yes sir.” Michonne said avoiding Rick’s eyes next to her. “You’re dismissed.” Mr. Walsh said with a wave of his hand. Michonne moved quickly past Rick and to the door, she looked back at Rick once more. She shouldn’t have, it took all the strength she had in her to leave him standing there so broken.
Rick and Lori were whisked away from the country estate that same night. Michonne never knew what they told Lori in regards to leaving so early. Today they had finally wed and The Walsh’s were there to attend the wedding of their oldest friend’s son but the preparations for the journey had been a painful time for her and now it was surely done. Rick was gone forever. Michonne hastened her pace, she wanted to lay in her bed, she was exhausted. When she rounded the corner however Andrea was there waiting for her. “Is everything OK, Andrea?” Michonne asked, taking a deep breath. “Oh yes, miss. I’m fine indeed.” Andrea said quickly, lowering her voice. “I ‘ave somethin’ for you and I didn’t want the other maids to see.” Andrea pulled a thick envelope from the pocket of her uniform. She handed it to Michonne. “Rick’s valet ‘ave it me this morning, yea.” Michonne eyes shot up to look at Andrea. “Don’t worry miss, your secret is safe with me yea. I got paid handsomely to deliver that letter, I did.” Michonne collected the letter. “Thank you, Andrea.” Andrea nodded and headed off to where the other maids were drinking.
Michonne quickly entered her room, closing the door to her quarters, she sat on the bed and tore into the envelope. As she unfolded the paper, several notes fell from the letter, littering the bed and floor. Michonne frowned and quickly went to gather the money. It was over a £1000. Michonne placed the money on her nightstand and reached for the letter.
To my dearest, Michonne
Words can not express how desperately I miss you. There is not a day that passes where I do not think of you. I miss your clever words and the sound of your laughter. I miss your sweet smile. I miss holding you tight to me as you sleep. I long for you. I will always love you. You deserve to be happy. I have included money for you to leave the Walsh’s and arrangements are being made to move your father to a home just outside the city, that belongs to you. I have arranged for a live in physician to help care for your father. In the morning my carriage will take you to your new home.
I will never, ever forget you my love. I will always be yours no matter the circumstances. I belong to you, forever and always no matter what happens. One day I know we shall be reunited.
Your love for all of time,
Michonne couldn’t recollect how long she laid sobbing on her bed, clutching the words of her true love to her chest, she sobbed until no tears were left. Michonne lay in bed looking at the ceiling, the letter pressed against her breast. She smiled and sat up, her finger tips danced over his typed words. “We will be reunited my love.” Michonne whispered. She placed the letter on the bed and stood. Michonne grabbed the bag she arrived at the Walsh’s with and began to pack away her few belongings.
BALCH SPRINGS, Tex. — A Texas police officer who fired a rifle into a car full of teenagers in a Dallas suburb on Saturday night, killing a black teenager, was fired on Tuesday, the police chief of the Balch Springs Police Department said.
Chief Jonathan Haber said at a news conference on Tuesday that the officer, Roy Oliver, had violated numerous department policies and terminated his employment after an internal investigation into the shooting. Prosecutors are investigating the shooting and could bring charges.
The boy, Jordan Edwards, 15, was shot in the head with a rifle when he was fleeing an end-of-the-school-year party in a car with his brother and three friends. Jordan’s 16-year-old brother was sitting just a few feet away in the driver’s seat when Jordan was shot in the head.
Here is a list of characters that appear as part of the ‘cast’ and my brief descriptions and notes about them. No spoilers for the plot and ending of the novel.
Starring: Izaya Orihara 折原臨也
I already made some notes of most new things we learned about Izaya in one of my previous posts, but here is some short notes for those that have not seen it.
- He is confirmed to be left-handed
- He knows nothing of baseball (and I would say sports in general)
- His wheelchair is worth more than 3 million yen. It is a new carbon nano-fiber made electronically operated model. It is one of a foreign maker’s high quality products (no name given on the creator).
-According to Sozoro, if he were to fall in love with one individual he would truly become evil and do anything to obtain that person. Essentially he’d become like Shinra.
-More PTSD shown. Izaya completely blanks out and clearly panics a bit when he sees Iroha in a bartender uniform. He seems fine when he is expecting it, but otherwise it throws him off guard.
Sozoro Densuke 坐傳助
A sort of body guard hired under Izaya. He dresses and behaves similar to a butler. He taught
Traugott Geisendorfer. He was accused for a crime he did not commit. Izaya helped prove his innocence and helped save his family from trouble. In return, he has a 10 year contract with Izaya. He very much dislikes Izaya and has stated on quite a few occasions he would eliminate Izaya when he has the chance.
A hacker working under Izaya. She helps find/gather information for him. Her real name is Hisae (last name). The name “Nec” is actually short for “Necromancer” and “Necrophilia,” nicknames given by other hackers. She shortened it to ‘Nec’ because it is cuter short.
She previously specialized in handling the articles of the deceased. She tried to hack into Izaya’s accounts, and unfortunately tried to hack in a server connected with Tsukumoya. This was her first failure as a hacker. Tsukumoya destroyed her computer (and her self-esteem). She eventually gets hired by Izaya though because of her skills.
She has stated that they have a more business relationship. She’s grateful that he gave her ‘purpose’ after her failure with Tsukumoya. She does say things like “I’ll kill him because he told my name,” but other than that she isn’t very hostile towards him. But she doesn’t praise him either. She knows how he is. “He’s the president right? An unsettling guy right? What else more is there to say?” She is rather teasing with Izaya.When Haruto asks where Izaya went when he was invited to the VIP room to see Hiura, she responds. “To hell. He went to hell.” Her banter is really fun to watch. Sozoro does the same, but there is more distaste and disapproval with Sozoro than with Nec. But I wouldn’t say they are friends. They really are just close business partners.
A boy taken under by Izaya after losing both his father and mother - his father was killed by Himari’s father and his mother left mentally unstable. He is about elementary school age. He idolizes Izaya and tries to become like him. He is unaware of Izaya’s involvement with Himari’s father, which lead to his father’s murder.
A quiet girl taken under by Izaya. She is about the same age as Haruto. Her father killed Haruto’s father. She knows everything on the situation regarding her father and his actions, including Izaya’s involvement. She despises him but wants to become like him in order to get away and ‘to return Haruto back to the way he was.’ She is more mature and less naive than Haruto.
He’s one of the top officials in the baseball team management. He is completely in charge of the management for the stadium. He’s maybe in his late twenties. He is someone described to be a distinguishable person within the Natsugawara group - a presence that is trying to gain total control. He actually has a lot of titles, but he is called by many people “the executive.”
The first impression of Ryuusei….he’s an asshole. His first scene is in the prologue when he comes in to hear about the murder. After listening and discussing the possibilities of who the murder is and his intention, he starts kicking the dead corpse (Amagi) bloody, leaving it in a worse state than it was before.
“What the hell were you doing….Amagii…! You worthless bitch!”
Ryuusei relentless drives in more kicks as he raises his voice.
“For dirtying! My theater! My stage! With your fresh blood!”
The same time he cut off his words he delivers another kick and continues to warp the dead body’s face even though it should be impossible to do so. Then, he tramples on his face with his blood stained shoe and crushes his temple like extinguishing the flame of a cigarette as his voice resonates with utter resentment.
“Couldn’t you have at least simultaneous killed each other? How about leaving just one clue by gouging out a piece of his flesh! Or at least running away to a place safe from the cameras before receiving the final blow!”
Ryuusei is rather…unstable, shall we put it. Literally before this he seemed rather composed and tried to figure out the situation and then starts beating up Amagi’s corpse not even shortly after the fact. I wouldn’t say this is not an antagonist I haven’t seen before, but he is certainly a wild card and quite sadistic.
Tamae Takioka 瀧岡珠江
She’s Namie 2.0. Not only is her name similar, the second kanji of her first name (
江) is the exact same has the second character in Namie’s name, she is a secretary working for her brother, has a similar speech pattern, and she has a similar attitude. The only main difference is that she is not infatuated with her brother. Because of this though, she shows more emotion and is just more dimensional overall compared to Namie, so she’s enjoyable. Narita is a tease…again.
Ranzou Hiura 氷浦乱蔵
I originally thought he was also part of the same organization as Ryuusei. I think he is more of an “investor” shall we say. He is a guest at the stadium. He somehow figures out the “problem” Ryuusei is having and gets involved and tries to help Ryuusei solve his issue. He is a lieutenant governor, so he is an influential figure.
Michiaki Fudou 不藤道秋
One of the workers at the baseball stadium under Ryuusei. I think he is the head of security there. He was the original guy who found the body. I wouldn’t say he does not do a lot in the story. If I were to put it simply, he’s just a very unfortunate guy. Like, he doesn’t want to get involved, but Ryuusei forces invites him to be part of his personal team, which means getting into some dirty business. He also gets hospitalized in the end. Pretty much he gets pretty bad consequences throughout the story.
Iroha Mayuzumi 黛彩葉
She is officially a member of the “Third Investigation Division.” She usually walks around and sells alcohol, but behind the scenes she takes on the dirty jobs Ryuusei appoints to her. When there is trouble around the baseball stadium she is one of the members that resolves the issue with ‘not clean methods.’
She looks like an older Akane. She has short hair and a long side bang that covers one eye. She is often described as being surrounded with mystery. She is a professional killer, though it’s clear she doesn’t enjoy it. She ends up befriending Yuuki Usubara and leaves with them.
Ayumi Usubara 臼原歩美
This is a character we were introduced to from A Sunset with Izaya Orihara. He is described as a giant, probably more than 2 meters tall (roughly 6.5 feet). He has dyed blue hair and a black bandage wrapped around his face. To most people, he would seem like a pro wrestler, a yakuza, or an assassin. This is the guy who is capable of picking up a vending machine (though cannot throw it). He has a scar on his face, though most of it is covered by the bandage.
He previously worked for the Adamura family before the mine shut down and his employers terminated. He also was almost blown up by Izaya at the climax of the last installment and lost his job because of him, so he has been hunting Izaya down for revenge.
As it is mentioned in the novel, his name doesn’t fit him at all. Ayumi is usually a girl’s name. Also, just look at the second character of his first name.
The first character 歩 usually means ‘to walk’ and the second character 美
means ‘beauty’….this monstrous giant’s name means something like ‘a walking beauty.’
Yuuki Usubara 臼原ユウキ
Ayumi’s step-mother. She’s 23 and five years younger than Ayumi. So she sort of just showed up in his life rather suddenly. Not long after they met/she got married to his father, Ayumi’s father died. No one believes it was Yuuki who did it because the Usubara family barely had any money because of his father’s medical expenses (he was sick before it seems), and she took on his debt. She told Iroha that getting married was just kind of spontaneous.
She is a woman with a short build enough for onlookers to assume she is a young girl more than a grown lady, and her features extraordinarily arranged, but she is more of a woman that the word ‘pretty’ would come to mind more than ‘beautiful.’ And such a fairy-like woman is seated at the same table as the monstrous giant.
Byakuyamaru Natsugawara 夏瓦白夜丸
He is the commander of the Natsugawara group. He literally doesn’t appear until the end, so there is not much I can really say about him. Based on what he says in the epilogue, he seems to know of Shinra and Celty.
Kanshirou Munakata 棟像寒四郎
Unless I missed something, this character is only mentioned throughout the story. He doesn’t appear officially, in other words he doesn’t have any lines. I’m surprised he showed up in the cast. But he is a well-known baseball player and the main batter for the Natsugawara serpents.
Hope this helps. Should I do something similar for the Sunset novel. I originally wasn’t expecting reoccurring characters from the last one, and there are some characters from both novels that ended up running away and have gone ‘missing’ because of Izaya. This could mean other characters can come back. Who knows. Anyway, let me know if there is anything to clarify or what you want to hear.
Sexual harassment in the workplace is defined by Farley (1978) as “unsolicited nonreciprocal male behavior that asserts a woman’s sex role over her function as worker.” The harassing behaviors include “staring at, commenting upon, or touching a woman’s body; requests for acquiescence in sexual behavior; repeated nonreciprocated propositions for dates; demands for sexual intercourse; and rape” (note that the sexual harasser acts on the presumption that a woman’s body belongs to him, not her). What makes this form of harassment particularly vicious is that it is backed up by either an abuse of power or a threat of such, should the woman refuse. Farley identifies a variety of “penalties” used by men to help secure female compliance: “verbal denigration of a woman sexually; noncooperation from male co-workers; negative job evaluations or poor personnel recommendations; refusal of overtime; demotions; injurious transfers and reassignments of shifts, hours, or locations of work; loss of job training; impossible performance standards and outright termination of employment.” Thus, the message to women is, because I am a man or because I am higher in the hierarchy, your body belongs to me.
On December 24, 1951, he married classmate Myrlie Beasley. Together they had three children: Darrell Kenyatta, Reena Denise, and James Van Dyke. Darrell died in February 2001 of colon cancer.
The couple moved to Mound Bayou, Mississippi, where Evers became a salesman for T. R. M. Howard’s Magnolia Mutual Life Insurance Company. Howard was also president of the Regional Council of Negro Leadership (RCNL); Evers helped organize the RCNL’s boycott of filling stations which denied blacks use of the stations’ restrooms. Evers and his brother Charles also attended the RCNL’s annual conferences in Mound Bayou between 1952 and 1954, which drew crowds of ten thousand or more.
Evers applied to the then-segregated University of Mississippi Law School in 1954 but his application was rejected. He submitted his application in concert with the NAACP as a test case.
In late 1954 Evers’ was named the NAACP’s first field secretary for Mississippi. In this position, he helped organize boycotts and set up new local chapters of the NAACP. He was involved with James Meredith’s efforts to enroll in the University of Mississippi in the early 1960s. Evers’ also helped Dr. Gilbert Mason Sr. organize the Biloxi Wade-Ins, protests against segregation efforts on the Mississippi Gulf Coast beaches.
Evers’ civil rights leadership and investigative work made him a target of white supremacists. In the weeks leading up to his death, the hostility directed towards him grew. His public investigations into the murder of Emmett Till and his vocal support of Clyde Kennard had made him a prominent black leader. On May 28, 1963, a Molotov cocktail was thrown into the carport of his home. On June 7, 1963, Evers was nearly run down by a car after he emerged from the Jackson NAACP office.
The Assassination of Medgar Evers By His Murderer, Byron De La Beckwith & How Long It Took To Get Justice
In the early morning of June 12, 1963, just hours after President John F. Kennedy‘s speech on national television in support of civil rights, Evers pulled into his driveway after returning from a meeting with NAACP lawyers. Emerging from his car and carrying NAACP T-shirts that read “Jim Crow Must Go,” Evers was struck in the back with a bullet fired from an Enfield 1917 rifle; the bullet ripped through his heart. He staggered 9 meters (30 feet) before collapsing. He was taken to the local hospital in Jackson where he was initially refused entry because of his color, until it was explained who he was; he died in the hospital 50 minutes later.[full citation needed]
The driveway where Medgar Evers was shot at 2332 Margaret Walker Alexander Drive.
District Attorney and future governor Bill Waller prosecuted De La Beckwith. Juries composed solely of white men twice that yeardeadlocked on De La Beckwith’s guilt.
In 1994, 30 years after the two previous trials had failed to reach a verdict, De La Beckwith was brought to trial based on new evidence.Bobby DeLaughter was the prosecutor. During the trial, the body of Evers was exhumed from his grave for an autopsy. De La Beckwith was convicted of murder on February 5, 1994, after having lived as a free man for much of the three decades following the killing (he was imprisoned from 1977 to 1980 for conspiring to murder A. I. Botnick). De La Beckwith appealed unsuccessfully, and died at age 80 in prison in January 2001.
The Murderer of Medgar Evers: Byron De La Beckwith
The White Citizens’ Council was founded in 1954 following the United States Supreme Court’s ruling in Brown v. Board of Education that school segregation was unconstitutional. Begun in Mississippi, chapters arose in towns across the South and used a variety of economic tactics to suppress black activism and sustain segregation. The councils applied pressure through boycotts, denial of loans and credit, employment termination, and other means. In Mississippi they prevented school integration until 1964.
De La Beckwith became a member of the White Citizens’ Council; however, he thought that more direct action was needed. On June 12, 1963, he assassinated NAACPcivil rightsleader Medgar Evers outside Evers’ home in Jackson.
The state twice prosecuted De La Beckwith for murder in 1964, but both trials ended with hung juries. The jurors were all male and all white. Mississippi had effectivelydisfranchised black voters since 1890, and they were thus prevented from serving on juries, whose membership was limited to voters. During the second trial, the former GovernorRoss Barnett (D) interrupted the trial to shake hands with Beckwith while Myrlie Evers, the widow of the activist, was testifying. In the 1980s, the Jackson Clarion Ledgerpublished reports on its investigation of the trial, which found that the Mississippi State Sovereignty Commission, supported by residents’ taxes, had assisted De La Beckwith’s attorneys in his second trial by using state resources to investigate members of the jury pool during voir dire.
According to Delmar Dennis, who acted as a key witness for the prosecution at the 1994 trial, De La Beckwith boasted of his role in the death of Medgar Evers at several KKK rallies and at similar gatherings in the years following his mistrials. In 1967, he unsuccessfully sought the Democratic Party’s nomination for Lieutenant Governor of Mississippi.
“Where Is the Voice Coming From?” (1963), a short story by the notable writer Eudora Welty, is considered one of the most significant works related to De La Beckwith’s crime. Welty was from Jackson, Mississippi, and she said later:
“Whoever the murderer is, I know him: not his identity, but his coming about, in this time and place. That is, I ought to have learned by now, from here, what such a man, intent on such a deed, had going on in his mind. I wrote his story–my fiction–in the first person: about that character’s point of view.”
Welty’s story was published in The New Yorker (July 6, 1963) soon after De La Beckwith’s arrest. So accurate was her portrayal that the magazine changed several details in the story before publication, for legal reasons.
His widow Myrlie Evers became a noted activist in her own right later in life, eventually serving as chair of the NAACP. Medgar’s brother Charles Evers returned to Jackson in July 1963 and served briefly in his slain brother’s place. He remained involved in Mississippi civil rights activities for many years and resides in Jackson.
On the 40-year anniversary of Evers’ assassination, hundreds of civil rights veterans, government officials, and students from across the country gathered around his grave site at Arlington National Cemetery to celebrate his life and legacy. Barry Bradford and three students—Sharmistha Dev, Jajah Wu and Debra Siegel, formerly of Adlai E. Stevenson High School in Lincolnshire, Illinois—planned and hosted the commemoration in his honor. Evers was the subject of the students’ research project.
In June 2013, a statue of Evers was erected at his alma mater, Alcorn State University, to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of his death. Alumni and guests from around the world gathered to recognize his contributions to American society.
Evers was further honored in a tribute at Arlington National Cemetery on the 50th anniversary of his death. Former President Bill Clinton, Attorney General Eric Holder, Navy Secretary Ray Mabus, Senator Roger Wicker and NAACP President Benjamin Todd Jealous all spoke commemorating Evers. Evers’ widow, Myrlie Evers-Williams, who also honored her late husband, spoke on his contributions to the advancement of civil rights:
“Medgar was a man who never wanted aberration, who never wanted to be in the limelight. He was a man who saw a job that needed to be done and he answered the call and the fight for freedom, dignity and justice not just for his people but all people.”
Evers’ story inspired a 1991 episode of the NBC TV series In the Heat of the Night, entitled “Sweet, Sweet Blues”, written by author William James Royce. The story tells of a murder of a young black man and the elderly white man, played by actor James Best, who seems to have gotten away with the 40-year-old murder. (The TV episode preceded by several years the trial that convicted Beckwith.) In the Heat of the Night won its first NAACP Image Award for Best Dramatic Series that season.
Robert DeLaughter wrote a first-person narrative article entitled “Mississippi Justice” published in Reader’s Digest, and a book, Never Too Late: A Prosecutor’s Story of Justice in the Medgar Evers Case (2001), based on his experiences.
-Imagine everyone in Conquestverse. What would their perfect links be? What kingdom would they be in? How would their armor resemble their pokemon?
-Everyone has to have some degree of personal skills. Do they cook for themselves? Do they clean? Do they make the bed? Do they do their own laundry? Pay their own bills for the team?
-Imagine them ending up with a different legendary than they pursued (say, Galactic with Groudon or Flare with Shaymin). Would they find a use for it? Sell it? Trade it with some random twelve year old on the GTS?
-Do they use the regional accessory like the Poketch or Pokémon-Amie?
-Who designed their outfits? Do they wear that all the time or do we just happen to run into them wearing the same uniform? Do they have a whole closet full of identical outfits?
-Picture them as little kids having little kid lives. When did their paths start being laid out and what were they like before that?
-Imagine them encountering a grunt who, while not dangerous, is a serious load on the team. Do they dismiss them? Do they ignore it? Do they “terminate their employment”?
-Imagine them starting from the bottom in their own team
-Imagine them encountering another team with nearly identical ideals
-Imagine an “undercover boss” scenario–how do they react to open complaints and suggestions? How does this differ from how they do so normally? Is there anything they would take to heart that they would genuinely see as an issue?
-The player character shows up and wants to talk. They have no pokemon with them. Does the boss trust them? Are they willing to answer questions? What’s off limits and is it that way with everyone of just the hero?
-They encounter misconceptions about them just as we in the fanbase do. How do they react?
I usually don’t make posts like this, but I felt that this really needed to be shared. The reason why I’m sharing this is to bring awareness to our society, I know for a fact that I’m not the only one this has happened to. I also won’t be the last
(((Before I get into the specifics, I’ll make it known: I am professionally diagnosed as having ADHD, high-functioning form of autism, depression, and anxiety. I am properly medicated for the ADHD and mood disorders. This means that
UNDER FEDERAL LAW OF THE UNITED STATES, I AM PROTECTED UNDER THE CATEGORY LISTED AS “DISABLED”.)))
So, here’s my story:
I’ve recently been fired from my job. This was done out of pure retaliation in response to me standing up for my rights granted to me by the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) and for reporting multiple incidents against senior employees.
The first incident reported to management involved ableist language used against me AFTER the complete dismissal of my disabilities. “I don’t care about all of that, can you do this? Thanks” was the response I got when I first advocated for my disabilities. The ableist language being, “Wow, are you DEAF, too?” The culprit? A manager. The twist? It was done in front of customers, who promptly expressed their disapproval for the behavior on his part.
Embarrassed and hurt, my feelings on this incident were then not only dismissed by the owner, but also turned around into a victim-blaming defense tactic, questioning me, “What did YOU do?”. Expressing my dissatisfaction with the response from the higher ups, I sternly stated that another incident like this wouldn’t be tolerated and I’d look into filing a grievance if it happened again.
NO DISCIPLINARY ACTION WAS TAKEN AFTER REPORTING THE INCIDENT. My promise wasn’t taken seriously, and I was just shooed away with the statement, “This is an adult business, you don’t go around making threats like that”. What?
After this specific incident, I noticed changes in how I was treated. Some of the staff, management and the owner himself would hone in on me, nitpicking at the tiniest most minute things. It became routine that someone (without power) would come up to me and begin loudly berating me on the floor, with customers all around, if I did so much as miss a couple of tiny crumbs while sweeping during the rush.
It was then about a month after that first big incident that I was called in to sign a paper. I was being “warned” because there had been (supposedly) 2 customer complaints and 2 staff complaints. When I inquired as to what the complaints involved, I was DENIED the right to know. No physical proof was shown to me detailing there ever was a complaint from a customer.
Before and after this written warning, I had never engaged with anyone who was yelling at me, I just reported it to management. After the warning, I began secretly logging each of these unprofessional incidents in a notebook, detailing what occurred, the date, and who had been informed. My routine reports were seemingly having little to no effect on the behavior of these few staff members, but I continued to do so anyway.
The week before I was fired, on a Friday night, one of the particularly problematic staff members approached me. Aggressively, he demanded, “can you get these f*cking n*ggers off of my front bench?!”, then stormed off. I immediately reported it to management. While I believe the owner yelled at him for his inappropriate racial slur, again, NO FURTHER DISCIPLINARY ACTION WAS TAKEN. Instead, for the next week, each shift I worked with both him and his girlfriend, they honed in on me, harassing me and even resorted to name-calling at one point. I reported this also, and again, nothing happened.
Fast-forward to a week later, and I’m being told (again) that there’s been more complaints made against me. They are telling me I’m just not “working out” and they’re going to have to let me go. Again, in disbelief, I made the request to hear more of what or who the complaints involved. The owner chuckled at me when I asked to read or hear more of the complaints, “no, you absolutely may NOT” was his response. I explained to him that withholding this type of information again was detrimental to my understanding of what it was that I did wrong. He cut me off multiple times while I tried rewording my request, insisting that I’d “find another job, it was no problem.”
So, for those of you out there who feel something is “off” in your workplace, TRUST YOUR GUT INSTINCT, DO YOUR RESEARCH, AND STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS. You REALLY could have a valid, legal case…
I AM in the beginning stages of filing a report with the EEOC and hiring a lawyer. I do have a voice and I won’t be silenced.
Canada's Home Capital's savings deposit balances decline
TORONTO (Reuters) - Canada’s biggest non-bank lender Home Capital Group Inc on Friday published data showing that its high interest savings account balances declined on Thursday.
Home Capital has been struggling to finance its assets as its high interest deposit account balances have fallen by more than 90 percent since March 27, when the company terminated the employment of former Chief Executive Martin Reid.
The withdrawals accelerated after April 19, when Canada’s biggest securities regulator, the Ontario Securities Commission, accused Home Capital of making misleading statements to investors about its mortgage underwriting business. The company has said the accusations are without merit.
Home Capital said its high-interest rate savings deposit balances stood at C$116.2 million ($88.4 million) on Thursday, compared with C$120.2 million the day before.
Its cashable GIC deposits, which holders can redeem before their maturity date, fell to C$144 million on Thursday, compared with C$146 million a day earlier.
The company last Friday said uncertainty around future funding had cast doubt about whether it could continue as a going concern.
Home Capital relies on deposits from savers and GICs to fund its lending to borrowers, such as self-employed workers or newcomers to Canada, who may not meet the strict criteria of the country’s biggest banks.
The company said it had access to C$1.47 billion in available liquidity and credit capacity on Thursday, unchanged from the previous day.
If there is any benefit in status,
the serf enjoyed it as much as his lord.* By the complete
and absolute theory of status the land could not be sold at
all, but only inherited -y and should be held in perpetual
tenancy; it could not be transferred away from the hereditary
cultivator. This sounds so admirable that of late attempts
have been made to reinstate unbreakable tenure, by piecemeal
devices such as seniority in jobs (beginning with civil
service), and government-endowed “subsistence colonies.”
These are accepted without recognition of the inevitable
corollary 5 it is the return of serfdom. If employment cannot
be terminated by the employer according to contract, or
tenancy by the owner on the expiration of a stated lease,
presently the worker or tenant must lose the right to quit his
employment or his allotment.
“When you truly love someone, you’d do anything to make sure they’re okay. Even if it means that sometimes, you have to let go in order to let the one you love be happy. Because, a happy place for them is not always beside you.”
For the latest two years, you’d been working as a maid for Family Park, the most powerful and wealthiest family in Seoul.
Being a maid wasn’t as bad as some dramas tended to portrait it as. The payment was exceptionally high which was great because it helped you pay your bills and have a little extra cash to save or spend on something you liked at the end of the month. Everything was going smoothly until last year when the youngest son of the family came back from his one-year-long tour.
- A year ago -
“Oh gosh~ I can’t believe it’s been a year since I last saw you.” Mrs. Park shed some happy-tears as she looked at her son lovingly. “Come, let me see how much you’ve changed. Omo, you’ve lost weight haven’t you? I told your manag-”
“Eomma~ Stop it, okay?” Jimin said, looking embarrassed by his mother lame behaviour. “I’m really tired.”
“How many times have I told you not to interrupt your mom when she’s talking?” All the gazes turned to Mr. Park as he walked into the room and you bowed.
“Darling, our son is right.” Mrs. Park was quick to defend her beloved son. “Go get some rest. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright? ___-ah, help Jimin get his stuff up to his room.”
You quickly walked over and picked up as many bags as you possibly could and started to move towards the stairs which lead to the second floor.
As you walked, Jimin could clearly see how much you were struggling with all the baggages.
“Do you need help with those?”
You almost dropped all the bags by hearing his soft and smooth voice behind you. “No, thank you Jimin-ssi.” You quickly said.
“You can hardly walk. Let me help you.” He didn’t give you the time to answer before pulling almost all the bags out of your hold and left you with the smallest one. “You’re welcome.”
You stared at his dazzling eye-smile before quickly turning away with your cheeks burning red. “Th-Thanks, Jimin-ssi.”
His smile widened as he noticed how adorable you looked as you blushed. “Just call me Jimin.”
That’s how you guys first met and now, a year later, you guys were dating, secretly of course. As hard as it was to believe, both of you guys had successfully managed to keep your on-going romance a secret for almost a month now. You had both agreed to do that for at least a year or so before telling anyone since relieving your relationship-status would also mean risking both your and Jimin’s career but mostly Jimin’s. You would surely get kicked out of the house if Mr. and Mrs. Park knew how you’d been dating their son behind their backs while Jimin would get into a huge trouble with his fans and it would also affect the other members of BTS as well.
You couldn’t and wouldn’t let that happen to them.
Losing your job would sure cause you a lot of trouble, but you could still find another job. However, Jimin would lose everything he had been working so hard for during these past years, you would never be able forgive yourself if that happened. But everyone’s selflessness has a breaking point, including yours.
“Here’s your drinks, Jimin-ssi.” You said softly before placing the glasses on the table in front of the two men.
Mr. and Mrs. Park were throwing a welcome party for the poor boy who seemed more annoyed by the crowded place than happy.
“Wow damn… Dude, what’s her name?” The guy who was sitting to right beside Jimin asked loudly as he shamelessly checked you out. His name was Minhyuk.
Jimin and Minhyuk used to be really close friends. Long story short, Jimin realised it was more of life than sex and alcohol. Something Minhyuk hadn’t understood yet and the two of them naturally grew apart. Today was actually the first day in three years since they last saw each other.
Your name left his mouth softly and for a short second, your eyes met before you shyly looked away.
“Such a beautiful name.” Minhyuk smiled charmingly at you before patting the sit next to him. “Why don’t you sit down with us?”
“She can’t.” Jimin quickly said, but his voice was still calm and controlled. “She’s working.”
“Oh, come on dude, when has that ever stopped you? I mean, stopped us?” Minhyuk smirked. “If I remember correctly, you weren’t saying that last time when you were fucking that maid of yours.”
His words were like toxic arrows, shot right to your heart.
You felt Jimin trying make eye-contact with you but it only made you keep your gaze even lower.
“It was a long time ago.” Jimin said, clearly annoyed by his friend’s sudden confession about his past. “Let’s just drink these up and I’ll go and find you another g-”
“Why are you so protective of her?” Minhyuk wondered out loud. “You’ve never rejected any of my requests before.”
By “requests”, you knew he was meaning his requests to fuck any of Jimin’s maids. Just by thinking about it made you want to puke your guts out. Was he serious? Did he force himself on them or…
No matter what this shit-bag did, you knew you needed to talk to Jimin about this.
“You’re being stupid.” Jimin said. “I’ve never let you touch any of my family’s maids and that girl I slept with wasn’t forced to either. You make it sounds like I raped her, you dickhead. Just shut the fuck up for once before I call the guards to throw you out of here.”
Anyone with a functional brain would be able to see that Jimin’s words were directed to you. During his whole speech, he kept his gaze on your face, trying to find any reactions from you but failed.
Even though you didn’t show it, your heart swelled up and you felt a feeling of relief washing over you.
“I swear there’s something going on between you two.” Minhyuk smirked while staring at you before turning his gaze to Jimin, who looked - unlike you - rather bored and relaxed. “Are you protective of her because you want to be the first one to have her or what?”
“Stop it.” Jimin said through clenched teeth.
“Or are you guys an item? I’ve noticed the way you’ve been staring at her all night.” Minhyuk smiled evilly as he saw how pale your face had turned into. “You like her, don’t you?”
“Stop assuming things before I fucking punch your shitty face.” Jimin threatened the guy but it only seemed to amuse him even more.
“Why so seriouss, mate?” Minhyuk smiled sweetly at you before turning his gaze back on Jimin. “If not then it shouldn’t be a problem if I take her right?”
“You piece of sh-”
“Or you can prove me wrong. In front everyone, right here, right now.” He paused before smirking once again at your boyfriend. “What are you waiting for? So I guess I-”
Before the douche could even complete his sentence Jimin pulled the girl next to him onto his lap and harshly pressed his lips against her lipstick covered one.
You felt your heart drop as your eyes became teary. But you couldn’t let yourself cry. You knew that people were looking for your reaction. Bawling your eyes out right now would only cause trouble.
So there you were, watching as your supposed boyfriend made out with someone who wasn’t you.
As seconds passed by, more pain was added onto your chest.
It hurt to the point you felt the urge to rip your heart out to stop it.
When Jimin finally pulled away from the girl, who was still dazed from his intense kiss, his eyes quickly found yours.
You looked away.
“Excuse me.” You choked out and turned around, quickly walking away.
“___!!” Jimin stood up from his seat, ready to chase after you but Minhyuk stopped him by holding him back by his arm.
“Seems like I was wrong about you and her after all.” He stood up, replacing his hand so it was now on top of Jimin’s shoulder instead. “I’m truly sorry, dude.”
People gasped in shock as Minhyuk fell onto the ground, his nose clearly broken as blood was coming out of his nostrils.
His eyes was coated with fears as he watched Jimin lean down until their faces were on the same level. “Touch ___ and it won’t only be a broken nose, understood?”
Minhyuk nodded quickly, after seeing that Jimin stood up and went after you.
Sent 22:39:40 15/05/30
Let’s break up.
During the next following days, you tried your best to avoid him which wasn’t that hard since he was constantly at the practice room with the members to prepare for their upcoming comeback. He was gone before you even came to work and you would go home earlier than usual to avoid meeting him when he got back.
But that didn’t mean that you were left alone. Not one day went by without Jimin’s constant calls and text-messages. He would also come over to your apartment and wait in front of your door until midnight.
You knew that you were being unfair to him. He only kissed the other girl to protect you and your relationship. Yet, you couldn’t seem to be able to get the image of the two of them making out out of your head. It hurt you more than it was supposed to and you hated yourself for being so vulnerable and sensitive. But you were also a human-being, just like everyone else. You were bound to get hurt because just like them, you had feelings too.
What happened that day also made you reflect over your relationship. It made you realise that maybe, now wasn’t the right time for neither of you to start a relationship with someone. Especially when your boyfriend was an idol with a huge number of fans following him. His career had just began and having this relationship was a threat to his future.
So you decided retire.
Because if you were going to break up with him. You also needed time to heal. Having to see him and not be able to touch or talk to him would kill you even more and you weren’t strong enough to endure that pain.
“Can I know the reason behind this?” Mrs. Park asked you while looking down at the termination of employment letter in front of her.
After telling her some lie about you getting a new job somewhere else, Mrs. Park finally agreed to let you retire and you left to pack up your things after giving her a formal bow.
“Are you not gonna tell Jimin-ssi?” Eunji, your only friend since you’d started to work here, asked you with worriedly. “I know what happened the other day but he seems to really care about you, ___-ah.”
Sighing, you stuffed one of the few extra-shirts you had left here into your bag. “I know. But this is for the best.”
“All done~” You stood up from your sitting position before picking up the bag.
“___-ah. I thin-”
The door to the room flew open and you watched in shock as Jimin stormed in looking beyond pissed. Without a single word, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the room with him.
“Jimin-ssi- sto-stop!” You tried to pull your hand back from his hold but immediately failed. It only caused him to tighten his fingers around your small hand.
He was only touching your hand but your whole body felt like it was on fire. As soon as you were both inside of his bedroom, Jimin threw the door closed before harshly pressed you against it.
“Wha-What are you doing?”
Ignoring your question, Jimin stared at you angrily but you could still see a bit of sadness behind all the anger in his eyes.
Or maybe it was just what you wanted to see.
“Would you have left without saying goodbye if I hadn’t come home?” His question made you turn your gaze away. His warm breath fanning your face, making your heart doubled its pace. “Do I mean that little to you? A-Am I not even worth a single goodbye?”
“Do you know how much it hurts to see the one you love trying ti get away from you as if she despites you?” His eyes were now filled with unshed tears as he looked down at you. “What am I to you, ___?”
Gulping, you placed one of your hands on his cheek and gave him a sad smile. “You are the sun that lights up my world, my heart to keep me alive, my home to keep me safe. You’re my everything.”
“Then why are you leaving me, ___?” He choked out. “Why aren’t you fighting for us?”
“Because this is what’s best for both of us.” You pulled your hand away but he didn’t let you. Jimin place one of his hands on top of yours to keep it there.
“So you mean living without my heart is good for me?” Hearing his truthful words broke your heart. “Us, living while knowing our hearts were no longer with us is what’s best for us?”
“That’s fucking bullshit, ___-ah. Both you and I know that.” He said before leaning in and pressing his lips softly against your nose. “Don’t go.”
Once again, you cried but this time Jimin was there to comfort you. As he gently placed kissed all over your face and slowly massaging your waist with his thumbs, you felt yourself drowned in his love for you.
What kind of a fool you were to think that you would ever be able to walk away from this guy.
“I love you.” Those words left your lips softly as you stared up into his deep brown orbs.
He could now know for sure that you would never leave him because he knew those three words also contained an unspoken promise.
A promise to stay.
You felt yourself being pulled closer by your waist to his body until there were no space left between yours and his. The plump gorgeous lips you had been missing during this whole time were now pressed against yours, tenderly. The kiss was filled with nothing but all the built-up emotions you had been feeling for the past days. As the kiss deepened more emotions were added in; your desire for one another…
Pulling away only slightly, Jimin pressed his lips against the corner of your mouth. “I love you too, my love.”
This one-shot was crappy. I’m so sorry.
Summer-vacation is almost here! Two exams left and I’m freeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
How about you guys? Are you still studying your ass off like I am? No matter what you are doing, I wish you all the best!
It’s around 4AM here so I gotta go to bed now! I’ll talk to you guys more next time alright? ^^
Thank you for reading this incredibly long one shot!
I love you,
The gif is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
for @littlebeanmichael and @hopelessash movie!5sos blurb night I know this is probably too long to be considered a blurb but once i stated thinking about luke as a movie star i couldn’t stop writing
Crew are not to be romantically involved with cast members. Doing so may result in termination of employment.
When you’d first signed on to work as a production assistant for a major Hollywood studio, you’d glazed over that portion of the contract. You’d been told that you would first be working on an action movie, starring a past-his-prime star and a woman 20 years younger than him. Unless there were any exceptionally hot extras, there wouldn’t by anyone on set that you would want to hook up with. However, just the day after you’d signed the contract, you’d received the information that you were being assigned to a new movie, a romance. A heart-wrenching, Nicholas Sparks-esque, boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, girl discovers she only has two months to live romance, starring a young starlet opposite the very hot, very talented Luke Hemmings.
Although you’d recently been crushing on the blond haired, blue eyed actor from magazine covers lining the grocery store checkout line, you still weren’t worried. Why would Luke Hemmings, who was in a different club every night and rumored to be dating a different model every week, even look twice at you, who would be at the bottom of the totem pole on set and was fresh out of college and working to pay off student loans?
You hadn’t counted on somehow catching his eye the first day on set. You hadn’t counted on him actively pursuing you. And you hadn’t counted on waking up naked in his king size bed in his Beverly Hills mansion just a few days after meeting him for the first time. “Shit.” You murmured, realizing that you had made a huge, huge mistake. Panicking, you slithered out of bed and began gathering your clothes, planning to dress quickly and leave before he woke. You’d worry about what you would do the next time you saw him later on.
“You know I’m not really a morning person,” You heard from behind you as you were bent over picking up your bra. You straightened, giving him a hard look. Despite your anger, at yourself for making such a stupid decision and at Luke for attracting you to him like a fly to honey, you felt yourself melt a bit at the sight of him. His blond hair was tousled, the polar opposite of the neat quiff it was styled in while he was filming, his milky white chest littered with lovebites that you remembered leaving all too well, his icy blue eyes fixed on your body as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world. “But waking up to this view I could become one.” He raked his eyes along your naked form.
“Luke,” You began, quickly pulling your clothes on, knowing that it would be easier to have this conversation with him and then make a quick getaway if you were already dressed. “Last night was a mistake.”
“Was I that bad?” He asked. You knew he was trying to make you laugh, but you weren’t in the mood, the consequences of last night weighing on you heavily.
“No, it’s just…you’re you and I’m me.” You cringed inwardly at how cliché that sounded. “You always go for models and starlets and I’m just a normal girl.”
“Maybe I need a break from them.” He got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around him and advancing toward you.
You stepped back, avoiding his advances. “Luke, I could lose my job over this.” You said. You didn’t really expect him to understand, he’d had his first big movie as a teenager and as far as you knew had never worked a regular nine to five but you still hoped he could see where you were coming from.
He stopped short, eyes widening. “What?”
“Didn’t you read your contract? Crew and cast aren’t allowed to be romantically involved.”
His look of confusion turned to a smile. “Y/N, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Why?” You asked, irritation creeping into your voice, annoyed that he couldn’t see things from your perspective.
“I mean it’s not like we’re a couple. We just slept together.” His smile widened and he held his hands out as if to say “problem solved”.
“I doubt my boss is going to care about the difference!” You finally snapped, yelling at a volume that would have had your neighbors complaining had the two of you been having this conversation at your studio apartment. “Why can’t you see how bad this situation is for me? For you this is great, you got laid, didn’t even have to buy me dinner first, and once we finish this film we never have to see each other again. I could lose my job, which I need thanks to my thousands of dollars of student loans and this could ruin my reputation so I’ll never get a production job again. Plus I slept with someone who I might have feelings for but-” You cut yourself off before you could finish that final statement. You hadn’t meant to spill your secret feelings for Luke, but it must have slipped out as you vented the rest of your frustrations. Truthfully, your feelings had developed beyond a crush. After seeing how nice he was to everyone on set, even the lowly production assistants such as yourself, and how he was always smiling and making people laugh, you’d developed real feelings for Luke. “Never mind.” You said quickly, turning on your heel and running out of the room.
“Y/N, wait!” Luke called after you, following you as you rushed down the stairs. You tugged open the heavy oak door and ran outside, slamming the door behind you. You figured that Luke wouldn’t follow you outside, not wanting to risk being seen by paparazzi despite the fact that he was in his private neighborhood. Your theory was confirmed when you stopped briefly at the end of his driveway to catch your breath. If he’d wanted to, he could have caught up to you, but when his door stayed shut, you knew he’d stopped following you. If you’d been paying less attention to Luke’s front door and more attention to your other surroundings, you might have heard the telltale camera flashes coming from bushes lining the driveway. * You’d been scrolling through your Twitter timeline when it happened. The tweet had been from one of the trashy celebrity gossip accounts that you followed. “Luke Hemmings’ New Piece? Mystery Girl Spotted Outside His Beverly Hills Home!” Your heart dropped. You quickly clicked on the link to the article, skimming through it, praying that there wasn’t a picture. The article noted your “disheveled appearance” and speculated about the various “nocturnal activities” that might have taken place between you and Luke. That wasn’t even the worst part. No, worst was the picture of you at the bottom. Had you not been so livid, you might have actually admired the photographer’s skills. The picture was high quality and taken from an angle where your face could be seen clearly. Also visible were your messy hair, hickey covered neck and shirt that was on inside out.
Your first instinct was to tell Luke, see if there was anything he (or more likely his lawyer) could do. But you were too stubborn to do that. You were still angry with him and no matter how bad things were you weren’t going to come crawling back. Your second instinct was to check your e-mail to see if the executive producer of the film, your boss, had requested a meeting yet. In your short time in Hollywood you’d come to find out that news spread incredibly fast. But you didn’t do that either. You wanted to prolong the illusion that everyone else might be oblivious as long as possible. You disconnected from social media for the night, turning off your phone, laptop and TV and headed to bed early.
Of course, someone had to burst your bubble eventually. The second you set foot on set the next morning, one of your coworkers had told you that your boss was looking for you, and as expected you’d been fired. Though you’d tried your best to explain the situation and that you and Luke wouldn’t be seeing each other again, it had been to no avail. You’d started to look for new jobs and had applied for a few, but you knew that getting fired for hooking up with a cast member looked bad to potential employers.
A few days later, you were sitting in your apartment, eating ice cream, and praying for a call back from one of the places you’d sent your resume to. You were startled by a knock on your door, since so far you hadn’t really made any friends in LA. Regardless, you went to answer it, mentally preparing yourself to chase away a Jehovah’s Witness or a kid selling something for a fundraiser. Instead, you saw Luke. He was dressed in the most nondescript clothes possible, a black hoodie with the hood pulled up hiding his hair and sunglasses over his eyes even though he was inside. You knew he hadn’t wanted to be spotted entering your shitty apartment building.
You immediately went to slam the door in his face, not wanting to see him, wanting to be able to completely forget about your mistake and move on, but he wedged his foot in the doorway to stop you. “Y/N please, I want to talk.”
“Unless you’re here to apologize I don’t want to hear it.” You said, giving the door another nudged, trying to get him to move his foot.
“I am. I’m sorry you lost your job and I’m sorry I was so insensitive…that morning. Y/N I never wanted to hurt you.” You knew you should never trust an actor, they were masters at faking emotion in their voices but Luke sounded so sweet and sincere you could feel your anger ebbing away. “And I didn’t come here just to apologize.”
“If you’re looking for a repeat of the other night you may as well just leave now.” You still weren’t quite ready to forgive him.
“That’s not why. Can you just let me in before someone comes down the hallway and sees me standing out here?” Reluctantly, you opened the door and let Luke inside your tiny apartment. He removed his sunglasses and hood, revealing his perfectly styled hair. You figured he must have just come from filming. He quickly glanced around the space. You waited for him to make a snarky comment but he didn’t instead choosing to settle himself on the couch. He patted the space next to him, indicating that you should come sit too. You did, opting to sit on the opposite side of the couch instead of right next to him. To his credit, he didn’t slide up right next to you, he seemed to respect that you didn’t want to be near him.
“First I don’t even know how that guy got that photo. And when I saw it the first thing I did was call my lawyer to see if we could get it taken down. But he said that it wouldn’t be much use because it was probably all over the Internet already and I know it’s caused you so much trouble. I wanted to tell them not to fire you, but I figured that that would only make it look more suspicious. But when one of the other production assistants told me what happened, I had an idea.” He smiled. “I’m currently looking for a new personal assistant. And I thought you would be the perfect person for the job.” He smiled even wider and held his hands out in the same “problem solved” gesture you’d last seen when he broke your heart.
Of course, this time the problem was actually solved. “Luke, really?” He nodded, keeping the same smile on his face. Though your first instinct was to say yes immediately, you peppered him with questions first. What would your duties be? Managing his schedule, doing his shopping (not being able to go out in public without being recognized made even a trip to Trader Joe’s a hassle, he explained), and essentially doing whatever he told you to do. What would the pay be like? Way more than you were making as a production assistant. And finally. “Are you sure this is a good idea with our history?”
“Do you forgive me?” He asked.
You thought about it. He’d apologized, tried to help you and was now presenting the solution to your unemployment problem to you on a silver platter. “Yes.”
“Can you move past what happened?”
You hesitated. Despite everything, your feelings for Luke lingered. But you figured you could move past them in time. “Yes.”
“Then the job’s yours if you want it.”
And so you began working for Luke. At first it was a lot to handle, but you grew accustomed to it and after a few months you had it down pat. The two of you grew closer as you spent more time together, you learned more about him and he learned more about you. You discovered he had a great sense of humor, he only liked almond milk in his coffee, not regular (this you’d learned the hard way) and that he loved watching cartoons despite the fact that he was in his twenties. Another interesting thing had happened since you had started working for him. The string of models/actresses/any girl that was skinny, blond and hot had ended. Sure he still went out to clubs frequently, but he was always seen leaving alone, not with some girl in tow. A few months after you’d began working for him, you found out why.
“So Y/N,” He began, as you frowned over your iPhone, planning out his next few days.
“Yes?” You asked, looking up at him, thinking he was going to ask you to go on a coffee run or a grocery store run.
“There’s currently another position available and I was wondering if you would be interested.”
“A promotion?” Had you been in a cartoon your eyes would have lit up with dollar signs. Though you were making more money now, you were itching to make enough per month to move to a new apartment.
“Sort of.” He hesitated. “The position open is as my girlfriend.”
“Luke,” You whispered, not sure what to say.
“I want you to be my girlfriend. Honestly from the minute I saw you on set, I thought you were beautiful. When we slept together, I really felt myself falling for you. I just pushed the feelings away, because I was worried. I’d never really felt anything like that. I didn’t know how to act. When I realized I’d let you get away, I had to get you back. This has been my way of keeping you close. But I can’t ignore the feelings anymore. I want you to be my girlfriend.” He repeated.
“Luke,” You said again. You’d had feelings for him from the get go. Though he’d hurt you and they had gone away, but since the two of you had been growing closer they’d come back, only this time they were stronger. “Yes I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“So that means I can finally do this.” Before you could ask what he meant, he swept you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was straight out of the movies.
In the world of glitter and glamour, Mike feels completely lost and broken. No Doll, a distant Jeremy, no home, nothing as it should be. Vincent tries to help make sense of it all, but his explanations seem far more crazy… up until a few dark truths start coming to light.
Women should colonize transwomanhood, cause why the hell not?
If “transwomen are women- end of the discussion” then the inverse is true and women are transwomen and women can lay claim to the transgender male experience and speak for and as transwomen. Why should transwomen exclude women from transwomanhood, this is cissexist and wrong.
There is no shared transwomen experience, to say that transwomen are males that have altered their body with hormones and surgery isn’t true as that ignores the transwomen who choose not to alter their bodies. To say that transwomen are males that choose a feminine appearance ignores the transwomen who are butch lesbians and are misgendered by ignorant cis people and called men. The only thing that makes a transwoman a transwoman is that one identifies as a transwoman. To say that one must be assigned male at birth to be a transwoman is absurd as “maleness” is a cissexist concept that tries to impose a rigid and false binary on what a transwoman should be. Transwomen is an identity, to say otherwise is to reduce being a transwoman to being a walking penis and that is biological essentialism. Women ARE transwomen, we are women born transwomen! (WBTW).
I encourage all women to embrace their true gender identity as transwomen. Why should women be excluded from transwomanhood simply because they are “female”? Besides, “woman” has no social cache and is not even worthy of hate crime protections. A woman targeted for violence because she is female? Yawn…another day, another cry me some more cis tears.
And women born transwomen need to claim their rights as transwomen in regards to gender identity protections in the work place. Fired from your job because your boss found you too attractive and the supreme court of Iowa agrees with his boner rights? Challenge it on the grounds that your gender identity rights were violated and as a transwomen your gender expression is protected and cannot be grounds for termination of employment.
Women born transwomen need to claim their rights as transwomen in regards to health care. Birth control not covered by your health insurance as a female? As a transwoman HRT is medically necessary for a life threatening condition, see if your rights as a transwoman to access hormones is protected, if not, sue! And cosmetic surgery like hair removal or breast augmentation, as a transwoman this is necessary as without your ability to find a job and your mental health may suffer. Insurance won’t provide coverage due to cissexists notions that you are cis privileged from being female? Claim your gender identity as a transwoman and sue them to the moon.
Women born transwomen (WBTW) is a new identity movement and like all identity movements we need an opposition to define what we are as what we are not. A campaign to rally women born transwomen is needed, I suggest demanding the inclusion of women born transwomen at Southern Comfort Conference, a women born transwomen exclusionary event that has been meeting for 25 years and is a hate fest that denies the existence of women born transwomen. Southern Comfort Conference says that some transwomen are better that others and denies the existence of women born transwomen, this is hate and has resulted in the death of thousands of women born transwomen. Southern Comfort Festival was reported in the Advocate as being about “magic”, right magical as a Klan rally hosted by the Westboro church in Hitler Idaho. Southern Comfort Conference must be stopped, all performers, speakers and supporters must be boycotted and deplatformed because supporting women born transwomen exclusionary events is the same as supporting the killing of women born transwomen.
I encourage all women born transwomen to come out of the closet and claim our rightful gender identity that bio essentialist, women-born-transwomen exclusionary radical transfeminists (acronym coming shortly) try to deny us. Rise up women born transwomen, you have nothing to lose but your cis privilege!
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