#employee monitoring laws

[apollos-boyfriend]

my dad is never fucking beating the streamer allegations his christmas gift for himself finally arrived and tell me why THIS is what he unpacks

#icarus speaks #the fucking backstory is even more insane #because he was at my cousin’s house and my. cousin in law? #idk her husband has this HUGE gamer set up #two monitors adjustable mic all rbg and shit #it’s really cool #and apparently my dad (late 50s) (the most strict no-nonsense workaholic known to man) #saw it and was like. hey how good is that mic? and he BOUGHT IT because OBVIOUSLY it’s a good mic but like #the fucking SHOCK of seeing ‘GAMER’ bolded all over the box #i cannot stress enough how much of a workaholic office man this man is. he has neglected to be a father and husband for most of his life to- #be an employee. he hates any type of digital entertainment. #i can’t fucking do this

[nationallawreview]

Privacy Rights in a Remote Work World: Can My Employer Monitor My Activity?

Privacy Rights in a Remote Work World: Can My Employer Monitor My Activity?

The rise in remote work has brought with it a rise in employee monitoring.  Between 2019 and 2021, the percentage of employees working primarily from home tripled.  As “productivity paranoia” crept in, employers steadily adopted employee surveillance technologies.  This has raised questions about the legal and ethical implications of enhanced monitoring, in some cases prompting proposed…

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#business #coronavirus #covid #employee monitoring #employee rights #employers #labor and employment #Labor Law #legal #pandemic #remote work

[recycled-cotton-knit]

I think more people on radblr should be talking about sweatshops, especially in the garment industry.

• Around 80% of sweatshop workers are women. Some employers force them to take birth control and pregnancy tests to avoid having to pay for maternity leave. Pregnant women are routinely denied sick leave to visit doctors, terminated from their contracts early, or left without any maternity leave when their short-term contracts are not renewed.

• Women are more likely than men to experience minimum wage violations. According to one study, "30 percent of the women workers in our sample experienced minimum wage violations, compared to 20 percent of the men". [Source: https://www.nelp.org/publication/broken-laws-unprotected-workers-violations-of-employment-and-labor-laws-in-americas-cities/ ]

• Indonesian women employees report that “girls in the factory are harassed by male managers. They come on to the girls, call them into their offices, whisper into their ears, touch them, bribe them with money and threaten them with firing if they don’t have sex with them.” [source: cleanclothes.org]

• "Toilet breaks are monitored, and some workers said they were flat out denied them, even when sick. The same goes for water and lunch breaks, both necessary to stay healthy when working 12+ hour days in a stuffy, overcrowded factory." 20% of women in sweatshops report experiencing sexual violence. [https://iwda.org.au/three-ways-garment-factories-violate-the-rights-of-women-and-how-its-allowed-to-happen/ ]

It's easy not to support this kind of abuse. Do not buy clothes first-hand. Only buy from thrift shops and second-hand apps, or find ethical brands and investigate where and how they make their clothing (hint: if a t-shirt costs $3, it's not ethical). Patch your old clothes. Consider learning basic sewing (it's not as difficult as it seems!)

I don't care how cheap Shein and Temu are. I don't care how much you think you need that specific Zara coat. Buying clothes directly harms women and avoiding it is a very easy way to help.

#radblr #radical feminist safe #radical feminism #radical feminists do interact #rec #radical feminists do touch

[hungwy]

In a press release, the FTC said that "Ring deceived its customers by failing to restrict employees' and contractors' access to its customers' videos, using customer videos to train algorithms, among other purposes, without consent, and failing to implement security safeguards." In one case, an employee "viewed thousands of video recordings belonging to female users of Ring cameras that surveilled intimate spaces in their homes such as their bathrooms or bedrooms," the FTC said.

That allegedly occurred between June and August 2017 and invaded the privacy of at least 81 female users of Ring products. "The employee wasn't stopped until another employee discovered the misconduct. Even after Ring imposed restrictions on who could access customers' videos, the company wasn't able to determine how many other employees inappropriately accessed private videos because Ring failed to implement basic measures to monitor and detect employees' video access," the FTC said.

...

Amazon completed its purchase of Ring in April 2018. The FTC complaint says that in August 2020, "a whistleblower notified Ring that between March 2018 and September 2019, a former employee had provided Ring devices to numerous individuals and then accessed their videos without their knowledge or consent."

The complaint continued: When the employee left Ring in September 2019, the whistleblower alleged that he took copies of these videos with him—without the knowledge or consent of his unsuspecting victims and without Ring noticing that anything was amiss. In February 2019, Ring changed its access practices so that most Ring employees or contractors could only access a customer's private video with that customer's consent.

"Importantly, because Ring failed to implement basic measures to monitor and detect inappropriate access before February 2019, Ring has no idea how many instances of inappropriate access to customers' sensitive video data actually occurred," the FTC said. "Indeed, Ring only discovered the incidents described above through the good fortune of employee reporting, despite having given employees zero security training and no responsibility to engage in such reporting. It is highly likely that numerous other incidents of spying, prurient behavior, and other inappropriate access occurred entirely undetected."

(emphasis is mine)

#just in case you want some ammo for whenever your parents or whoever get one of these things

[genderkoolaid]

Quinn Gambino, a trans man, was a cook at T.C. Wheelers Bar & Pizzeria in Tonawanda, which is near Buffalo. Beginning in January 2021, according to the suit, the owners repeatedly asked questions about his genitalia and transition procedures, such as “Does she have female parts?” They “also intentionally misgendered Gambino by using female pronouns (such as ‘she’ or ‘her’) and stood by as employees and customers did the same,” says an EEOC press release. Managers and coworkers further told Gambino he wasn’t “a real man” or “a real guy” and even likened being trans to pedophilia, according to the EEOC. Gambino reported the harassment to management, but it continued, so he resigned after four months. The EEOC, a federal agency, filed the suit last March in U.S. District Court for the Western District of New York after an initial attempt to reach a settlement failed. Under the settlement reached last week, T.C. Wheelers, which has denied any wrongdoing, will pay Gambino $25,000 in back wages and compensatory damages. The restaurant also agreed to take steps to prevent discrimination and harassment, such as requiring all owners, managers, and employees to undergo training on federal antidiscrimination laws, and it has hired an independent human resources monitor to investigate all employee complaints. The monitor will provide annual reports to the EEOC, which will look at the company’s business records when needed to ensure compliance.

#m. #examples of transandrophobia

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Cozened Indigo - Part One

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Mentions of murder, dark themes. Word count: ~4k

Summary: Unhappy with the assignment she has been given to work on for the Duskendale Gazette, she opts to pursue her own story, not quite realising what she's getting herself into. Series masterlist.

Author's note: For @humanpurposes. I have put my journalism degree to use here, to ensure as much accuracy as possible. However, as Westeros is a fictional place, I have warped certain laws and regulations regarding court reporting for the purpose of the story. Please suspend your disbelief for the sake of a fictional tale. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

Chewing the end of her pen, she leans closer to the computer monitor as her eyes scan the Reuters website almost frantically.

Aemond Targaryen, son of late billionaire, Viserys Targaryen, charged for the murder of his nephew, Lucerys Velaryon. Case pending trial.

Nervous excitement swirls in her gut, as she leans back in her uncomfortable, creaky office chair. This is the first mention she has seen of such a scandal, unsurprising considering how high profile the Targaryen family are in Westeros. They’ll have worked hard to cover this up, however, with a court case imminent, the news is now public knowledge.

She knows that every media outlet from Dorne to Eastwatch will be all over this, but it will be nothing beyond surface level detail, the most basic of coverage. None of them will be able to get the family to talk, but she can, that is her specialty – was her specialty.

Essos Fraudster Glorified by White Cloak Magazine.

The headline passes through her mind like a stormcloud, a dirty mark upon her career that she can never scrub out. She had been duped, it was an honest mistake, but it had cost her dearly.

When whisperings began regarding an oligarch from Essos having shady business dealings in King’s Landing, she had set out to investigate, feeling it was a story worth telling. To her surprise, he had agreed to an interview, and she had been spun a tale of a man born into tremendous wealth, who was now looking to give back by setting up charitable foundations across Westeros.

She had done her due diligence, followed up on all of the sources at her disposal. Every phone call she made checked out, verifying his claims, and so the glossy double page spread had run in White Cloak Magazine, painting a picture of a misunderstood, altruistic individual who just wanted to share his wealth.

It had been the crowning achievement of her journalistic career, until two days later when the Blackwater Post had run their own story, utterly destroying hers. The oligarch was in fact guilty of tax evasion and money laundering, the charities he had founded mere fronts, empty shell corporations and hedge funds used to hide large sums of money that were never intended to be donated. The sources he had provided to back his claims had all been disreputable business associates of his, posing as bankers, accountants and employees.

He was jailed for his crimes and White Cloak was made a laughing stock for the piece they had run. As the person who had written it, it was her head that was placed upon the chopping block, a blunder of such enormity could not be overlooked.

Her humiliation had felt as though it would swallow her whole. She ought to have been more thorough in her research, but hindsight always possesses more clarity than what is right in front of you. She had considered just giving up and pursuing a different career path entirely, yet despite the shame that shrouded her, she had known that the urge to write would never leave her, an insatiable itch that must be scratched.

For a year she had looked for another job, had applied to just about every magazine and newspaper that existed in Westeros. If she had to relocate to Dorne, The Reach, or even The North then she’d do it for the sake of her career. Unfortunately, the blemish on her record was well known, and nowhere reputable would touch her.

That was until the Duskendale Gazette had taken a chance on her. The pet project of Royce Baratheon, it is a small, localised publication, a far cry from the nationwide reach of the high end White Cloak, but they were willing to hire her, the salary covers her rent, and it means not having to move away from King’s Landing.

For the last eighteen months she has occupied a desk in a darkened corner of the Duskendale Gazette’s offices, lovingly nicknamed “The Wall” by those that sit there - a place where writers at the end of their careers or close to retirement are sent to die.

It has been a slow, painful death, covering everything from disputes over fishing permits in Blackwater Bay to the implementation of a one way traffic system in Rosby. Discovering the news regarding Aemond Targaryen feels like the shot of adrenaline that her career needs to bring it back to life, provided he’s willing to speak to her – provided she can get sign off to write the story in the first place.

She sets down the biro she has been gnawing on and looks at the time on her computer. 9.02am. Glancing over her shoulder towards the big, glass walled meeting room that sits at the centre of the newsroom, she can see that Royce, along with the other editors and department heads are settling around the table, preparing to plan the next round of commissions.

Anxiously biting her lip, she considers her options. It would look bad to just walk in uninvited, however, if she doesn’t ask now then she’ll never get to do it. This is a story worth writing, surely they’d see that? Abruptly, she stands up, drawing in a steadying breath.

Fuck it, I’m going in.

She knocks at the door, not awaiting an answer before pushing it open. The men around the table furrow their brows, falling silent as they turn to look at her.

Royce shuffles the papers in front of him, sighing in irritation. “We’re in the middle of a meeting.”

Undeterred, in spite of the way her heart thunders in her chest, she steps further into the room towards the head of the table where he sits. “I know and that’s why I’m here. I saw on Reuters this morning that Aemond Targaryen has been charged with the murder of his nephew. I–”

“You won’t be covering that,” Royce interrupts, standing from his seat and lifting a sheet of paper from the pile. “I’m putting you on the upcoming curfew that’s to be implemented in Flea Bottom.”

“Royce, please, there’s something here, I know there is,” she presses, attempting to push down the anger that simmers hotly under her skin at his dismissal. “This could be huge for us.”

“You’ll write the story you’re assigned,” he insists, thrusting the paper towards her, “the last thing we need is a profile of some spoiled aristocrat, especially from someone with your track record.”

There it is. Someone with your track record.

“Just give me a chance–”

“You will write what I’ve commissioned, and be grateful you’re getting anything at all.”

“So you’re just going to ignore this?”

“We’ll place a court reporter on it once it goes to trial, but that is not your concern. Focus on your own assignment.”

She turns on her heel, storming back to her desk. Her skin burns with humiliation, tears blurring her vision as she sits down, slapping the commission sheet down next to her keyboard. Drawing in a steadying breath, she scrubs her hands over her face in an attempt to calm herself.

Scanning the assignment she’s been given, she scoffs. A curfew enforced by King’s Landing Constabulary as a means to curb the violent and drunken behaviour that’s rife in Flea Bottom. It's a soulless story, she knows she’ll be expected to simply present the facts, alongside a media ready quote from the police force, instead of addressing the rampant poverty in the area that is the catalyst for such problems. The final product will be better used as ad space.

It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission, and wanting to prove Royce wrong, she decides to press ahead with the story that she wants to write anyway. Opening her internet browser, she searches the Targaryen name, presented with hundreds of links and articles regarding the family.

There is nothing she doesn’t already know; they’re from old money, own most of the banking and legal services from here to Oldtown and there is a rift that divides Viserys’ second wife, Alicent, and her children from his first daughter, Rhaenyra, and her family.

The remaining patriarch of the family, Otto Hightower, owns a law firm called Red Keep Solicitors which is based in the centre of King’s Landing. A good enough place to start for her background research. Scanning the office to ensure no one’s looking, she stuffs her assignment sheet into her bag and slips out unnoticed.

As she steps out of the taxi that has pulled up outside of the high rise office block, she is surprised by the lack of media presence. She had assumed that with the information that leaked this morning, there would be a line of news station vans parked along the pavement, with journalists all clamouring to get a vox pop from someone from either the Hightower or Targaryen family. Besides a steady flow of traffic down the street, it’s dead. Whoever is working to keep the media away is doing an exceptional job. For once, she is thankful she works for a small, local newspaper; no notoriety means being able to fly under the radar.

The polished black marble of the foyer floor causes each of her footsteps to echo around the lofty reception. The space is modern and minimalist; the reception desk placed at the far wall, the motif of a castle with the company name emblazoned across the wall behind it. A forest green, crushed velvet sofa sits off to the side, serving as the waiting area.

“Good morning,” the young woman seated behind the desk greets her. “How may I help you?”

“I’m here to see Otto Hightower,” she says, smiling politely. The less she gives away, the less likely she is to be turned away.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“I’m afraid not. I was hoping he might be able to squeeze me in for a quick consultation?” She asks hopefully.

“Hmm,” the receptionist’s eyes narrow, regarding her with suspicion, before she taps delicately at the keyboard of her computer. “I’m afraid Mr. Hightower is fully booked for today. Can I take a message?”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll wait,” she replies, keeping her tone light, attempting to appear casual. She moves to the sofa, taking a seat and crossing one leg over the other. She ignores the receptionist, who is now eyeing her intently.

Plucking her mobile out of her bag, she pretends to look busy as the woman behind the desk picks up the phone and speaks in a hushed tone into the receiver, clearly alerting whoever is on the other end to her presence.

Thirty minutes tick by in uncomfortable silence, during which she has checked just about every app on her smartphone and read through most of her emails. Her head snaps up upon hearing the elevator ding. As the doors slide open she sees a tall, much older, bearded man step out. There is no mistaking that this is Otto Hightower.

Jumping to her feet, she follows him as he walks quickly past her, out of the building.

“Mr. Hightower, might I have a moment of your time?”

He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t even turn to look back at her, his tone clipped as he tells her “I have no interest in speaking to the press.”

Undeterred, she lengthens her strides to keep up with him. “I understand your concern, but I’m not here to drag anyone’s name through the mud. I’d just like to understand more about what happened with your grandson.”

“No comment,” he says flatly, pulling open the rear door of a sleek, black Mercedes that pulls up to the curb and climbing in.

Before she has the opportunity to say anything else, he’s slamming the door closed and the car is pulling away.

She groans in frustration, walking back towards the entrance of Red Keep solicitors and leaning against the wall. She isn’t ready to give up, not when she’s had a small taste of what it’s like to work on something she actually cares about again. This is just a minor setback, she’ll find someone willing to speak to her. For now, she just needs to get back to the office and plan what the next step of her strategy will be. Pulling out her phone, she opens the taxi app, preparing to head back.

“You’re as subtle as a sledgehammer.”

The quiet voice pulls her attention away from her screen and she glances over her shoulder to be met by a dark, curly haired man, leaning heavily on a cane, an orthopedic shoe on his left foot.

“Excuse me?”

“You couldn’t really have believed that showing up here unannounced would get you an interview, surely?”

She scowls. “And who might you be?”

“Larys Strong,” he replies, eyes never leaving hers.

She turns fully to face him. “And how do you know what will or won’t get me an interview?”

His lips quirk into the faintest of smiles, eyes moving slowly from her head to her feet and back up again. It unnerves her and she can feel herself involuntarily shrinking away from him. 

“It’s my job to know. The Hightowers are keen to prevent any unwanted…whispers from occurring, as I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“So, no one from the family would be willing to speak with me?”

“Absolutely not. But I might be.”

“You? How would you be able to help me?”

His eyes seem to glitter, almost malevolently, as he stares at her. It sends a shiver up her spine.

“Oh, I provide all kinds of help to all kinds of people.”

He produces a business card from his inside pocket, handing it to her.

Larys Strong, Harrenhal Associates.

She gives a quiet thanks, fishing around in her bag and handing him one of her own. He glances at it quickly, before slipping it into the pocket from which he’d taken his own.

“Come by my office around seven this evening,” he tells her. “I’m sure we have much to talk about.”

Watching in stunned silence as he turns and shuffles back inside the entrance of Red Keep Solicitors, she knows she should feel excited – she finally has her in, dubious as it may be – however, she cannot shake the feeling that she has just unwittingly stepped into the midst of something sinister.

She whiles away the remainder of the day back at the Duskendale Gazette, ensuring she knows everything there is to know about the Targaryen and Hightower families – at least everything that’s publicly available anyway. She also looks into Larys Strong; there’s little to be found about him, but what she is able to dig up is impressive. He’s a solicitor, and has seemingly never lost a case for any of the clients he’s defended. She has an eerie feeling that the means through which he achieves this are far from ethical.

By the time seven o’ clock rolls around, she’s stood outside of a dingy brick building, located off of the Street of Silk. It does not even come close to the grandiosity of Red Keep Solicitors, without even so much as a sign to indicate it’s a place of business.

Ignoring the voice at the back of her mind that screams at her to turn and run, she presses the buzzer, pulling the door open as it’s released and making her way up the rickety wooden staircase to the top floor.

The room is dimly lit, small and stuffy, worn out carpet lines the floor, complete with furnishings that are likely older than she is. What strikes her as most odd is the abundance of flowers, there’s a vase on every flat surface and they look strangely out of place, a lurid splash of brightness against their darkened surroundings. She wrinkles her nose, the cloying scent of patchouli is overpowering. It’s either being used to cover up the odour of something else or is a misguided attempt to suggest opulence, but instead comes across as tacky.

Larys hovers in the doorway to his own personal office, watching her as she takes in her surroundings.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” he eventually says. “I appreciate that an out of hours visit is less than ideal, but I’m sure you understand the need for discretion.”

She nods, nerves swirling in her gut at the sudden realisation that no one knows that she’s here.

“My secretary has left for the day, so please leave your phone and any recording devices on her desk. I trust you realise that anything discussed this evening is strictly off of the record?”

“Understood,” she replies, deciding to just leave her entire bag on the desk as she follows Larys into his office.

It’s even smaller and more cramped than the tiny space that serves as the reception area. Overstuffed shelves of books line the walls, and the room’s only illumination is a lamp which sits upon the desk.

Larys settles into a leather armchair behind it, gesturing for her to take the seat on the other side.

“Can I ask what your involvement with the Targaryen family is?” She finally asks, once settled across from him.

He sits back, fingers moving absentmindedly over the grip of his cane. “I provide counsel to them. I will be acting as Aemond’s legal defense in the upcoming trial.”

She raises her eyebrows in shock. It’s surprising to know a family as wealthy as the Targaryens would be willing to trust such a delicate matter with someone who operates their business out of a seedy back alley. “You? Why?”

He huffs a humourless laugh, upturning the palm of his free hand. “Who else would? No one from Red Keep Solicitors could represent him, it would be a conflict of interest. And besides, I get results, as I’m sure you know.”

“Yes, I do, as I’m sure you know all about me. Which leads me to my next question, if the Targaryens don’t want the media involved in this then why have you agreed to speak with me?”

Larys is silent for a moment, fingers stroking delicately over the petals of a red flower that sits within a vase upon his desk. “My reasons are twofold,” he says, finally looking up at her. “First, both sides of the family have come to a mutual agreement that neither one will talk to the press. I feel that is a mistake. Aemond needs all the help he can get. I don’t necessarily mean starting a media circus to report upon his every move and dig into his past, just one reputable source to give him a leg up while he’s at a disadvantage. Second, I have chosen you because I’m aware of your past…indiscretions. The future of your career rests upon this, so I know you will treat it with the due diligence it deserves.”

She scoffs in disbelief, running a hand through her hair. “The guy’s been charged with murder, how much care could he possibly need?”

“The prosecution will be pushing for a sentence for murder, yes. I’ll be arguing for a lesser sentence of manslaughter.”

“So, he didn’t mean to do it?”

“I think it’s better said in his own words.”

“You can arrange an interview with him?”

“I can arrange a visit for you to speak with him where he’s currently being remanded in custody, at Dragonstone Prison, yes.”

She attempts to remain neutral as her excitement bubbles unrestrained internally. “When is the trial?”

“In three weeks, so we have to act swiftly. I believe this concludes our discussion. I shall be in touch regarding your visitation.”

She is taken aback by the abrupt ending to their conversation, rising slowly from her seat as she leaves his office and collects her bag. It’s unnerving that even as she descends the staircase she can still feel his presence, the sweet, heady aroma clinging to her clothes like an invisible fog.

True to his word, Larys gets her her visit, and two days later she sits in the ferry terminal for Dragonstone Prison. Having had her identification checked, and her details input onto the system, she is issued a number and has to wait for it to be called before she can board.

The wait is agonising, and a full hour passes before she is called forward, scrambling to her feet towards the boarding area. The grey waters are choppy, causing the ferry to rock slightly on its short journey across the Gullet, until the craggy isle that houses the criminals of Westeros comes into view. The high, cement walls of Dragonston Prison are imposing and bleak against the skyline.

Disembarking the ferry, she is guided through the visitors’ entrance and searched, her personal effects rifled through as she walks through a metal detector, and her electronic devices taken away, to be returned to her upon her departure. Her identification is checked once more, and her details input onto the system again. She is told to take a seat, her name will be called when it’s time for her visitation to begin.

The hard seat is uncomfortable, and without the distraction of her phone she is left to stare at the clock on the wall. Its relentless ticking is maddening, the minutes feeling as though they crawl past. So absorbed in watching it, she jumps when her name is finally called, struggling to compose herself as she’s ushered through into the visitation area.

A series of tables and plastic chairs make up the startling white windowless room, and she is led to one in the far corner. Unsure of what to do, she simply stands beside her seat, awaiting the man she is to meet.

From the photos she has seen, Aemond cuts an imposing figure, dressed all in black. She hopes that the softness of the grey prison uniform will render him less intimidating. However, those thoughts are dashed the moment she sees him walk slowly through the door on the opposite side of the room.

He is in no rush, his steps are methodical, unhurried, a predator stalking its prey as he moves towards her. The photographs do not do justice to his height, long and lithe, he towers over her, and she feels herself holding her breath as she takes in the sharpness of his features. His long, platinum hair is pulled back into an immaculately styled ponytail, giving her an unhindered view of his chiseled jaw, aquiline nose and prominent cheekbones, though spoiled slightly by the ragged, angry looking scar that runs the length of the left side of his face. The eye within the socket sits milky and lifeless, but it does little to lessen the intensity of the brilliant blue of his right.

She notices the slightest dilation of his pupil as he stares unblinkingly at her, making her heart race as the cold sweat of fear prickles the back of her neck. So preoccupied with simply getting her story, it has not occurred to her until now that she would be face to face with a killer.

Certain he senses her fright, she sees his lips twitch with the faintest of smirks. The fact that it does not reach his eye makes her blood run cold.

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[sgstories123]

Menon, The Security Guard

Menon yawned and scratched his round belly. It was only the start of the night shift and he was already tired. He had already unbuttoned his uniform and loosen his belt to make himself more comfortable. He glanced at the security camera monitors before reaching out for his kopi-o.

“Fuck! What is that?” His hands stopped midway as he spotted two figures walking in the basement floor of the shopping mall. The mall has already closed for about an hour and all customers and employees should have left the mall. He hoped that they were not thieves. He took on the night time security job as a simple, semi-retirement job. He only wants to look at security cameras, drink his kopi-o and watch porn on his handphone. He did not want to catch thieves as it is too much work. Anyway, he was already in his fifties, overweight and had not done any running for a long time. He would not be able to catch any thieves.

He pressed a few buttons on the control panel to look for the intruders. He found them along another corridor. It was a man and a woman in their twenties. They looked more like a couple lost in a shopping mall way past its closing time than thieves. They were strolling slowly, looking at the windows of the various shops. They walked into a lingerie shop and disappeared from the camera view.

“Shit!” Menon cursed as he got up awkwardly from his comfortable seat. He took a quick gulp of his kopi-o before buttoning up his security officer uniform and tightening his belt. He did not relish the thought of chasing a pair of silly young lovers through the mall.

As he reached the lingerie shop, he stopped at the entrance. He could just make out the back of the man with his buttocks exposed and his pants dropped to the ankles. He was fucking the girl who was lying on her back on the cashier counter, her legs held up and wrapped around the man’s neck. There was the familiar pink pink sound as the man thrusted into the girl. Both of them were moaning and groaning in symphonic unison. Menon whipped out his handphone and began recording the scene. This was better than watching porn in his office.

As the man grunted and pushed himself against the girl on the counter, Menon could see that there was some string tied across his exposed back. As the lighting and angle blocked his vision, Menon shifted his position. That man was wearing a bikini green top while fucking the girl. What a pervert, Menon thought. But that was not all, he was also holding onto some red panties and rubbing them across his face with one hand while he was fucking the girl.

Now that he could see more clearly, he realised that the girl was also naked except that her hands were tied together by some colourful bras. She too, was wearing a green bikini top. Menon moved a little closer to get a better view but as he was focused on the scene on his camera, he failed to notice some empty boxes near the entrance and stumbled onto them. The noise surprised the couple and both of them stopped their lovemaking and stared right at Menon.

Menon immediately straightened himself and spoke commandingly, pointing to his phone. “What are you two doing here? Are you damaging the store’s goods? I got the evidence here and I will report you to the police.”

The man pulled up his pants with one hand and the other reached out for his shirt with the other. Without even removing the bikini top that he was wearing, he ran out of the store, pushing Menon aside. Menon lost his balance and fell on the ground. The man turned around and gave a smirk before running down the corridor. Menon got up as quickly as he could. The girl had already pulled on her skirt and her blouse was still unbuttoned, revealing her exposed breast. It was too late to make a run.

“Please, sir. Let me go. Don’t call the police.” The girl pleaded, her eyes red.

“Well, you broke several laws. Trespassing, damaging property and a lot of others. I will need to report you and your boyfriend. You need to give me his details since he is such a coward and ran away.” Menon replied, his eye never leaving the exposed breasts and the hard, dark, erect nipples standing clearly above the milky, white round globes of young female meat.

“He is not my boyfriend. I don’t even know his name. He gave me $300 to fuck him in the handicapped toilet just now. By the time we are done, the mall has closed. He gave me another $200 to fuck him in the store wearing the clothes. I did not think there is anything wrong. We did not steal anything.” The girl pleaded, her tears gathering in her eyes. “I will pay for the clothes. Please. Don’t report to the police. I will do anything.”

Menon knew that there is no one else in the mall and no security cameras in the store. He could do anything here and get away with it.

“Well, I can keep it quiet but it is very risky for me. I could lose my job.” Menon smiled deviously. “Why should I take the risk? What can you do for me?”

“How about I give you the $500? Please, just let me go.” The girl looked intently at Menon, hope sparkling in her eyes.

“I don’t need the money. What else can you do for me?” Menon pushed further.

“What do you want me to do? I will do anything. Just don’t report to the police or my parents will kill me.” The girl was desperate.

“Being a security guard is very lonely and boring. You seem to make the other guy very happy. How about you make me happy and I might just forget about this whole thing.” Menon suggested, an evil glint in his eye.

The girl knew what he wanted and without another word, knelt down in front of Menon. “Promise me that you won’t report to the police, please?” She looked at Menon for confirmation.

“Make me happy and I will forget everything.” Menon promised.

The girl loosened Menon’s belt and unzipped his trousers. The unwashed cock soaked in perspiration smelled horrible. She even spotted a yellow, urine stain on the large white briefs. She looked up hesitatingly at Menon, but saw only an evil grin anticipating pleasure. She steeled herself and pulled down Menon’s brief. A large, thick flaccid cock among a dense of wiry pubic hair appeared before her. The smell was even more horrid. She lifted the cock with two of her fingers warily, as if she was dealing with some kind of fearsome looking insect. It was sticky and disgusting. She stroked it with her fingers, not daring to hold the thing in her palm, hoping that Menon will cum quickly.

“I can’t feel anything. Put more effort, girl.” Menon grunted.

The girl grabbed Menon’s cock in her hands and stroke it more furiously. She grabbed his balls with her other hand but was disgusted by the touch of the thick sticky mess of hair. But despite her efforts, Menon’s cock remain flaccid. Another old man who cannot get it up, she thought to herself.

“Suck it. I need a good blowjob.” Menon commanded. The girl knew that this was coming but thought she could avoid it if she managed a successful handjob. She sighed inwardly and licked the tip of Menon’s cock. The smell hit her like a wall. She held her breath and continued the blowjob. The cock tasted horrible. It tasted bitter and felt rough. It was thick and long too which made it difficult for her to do it without gagging. Worst of all, the pubic hair was getting into her teeth and brushing against her face, making it difficult for her to breath.

Menon was enjoying himself as the girl sucked on his cock. She was much younger than the prostitutes he visited in Desker Road and free to boot. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as the girl continued sucking on his cock. He could feel his cock getting hard. Shit. He cursed himself. If he had known he is getting lucky tonight, he would have taken the sex pill that he bought from the street vendors in Desker. Those were powerful stuff, giving him a hard cock almost immediately. Now he can only hope his little brother don’t fail him. He sighed.

The girl was relieved when she saw that Menon’s cock was getting harder. This will end soon, she consoled herself. Menon's large paunch was hitting against her head and causing her a headache. She squeezed his cock harder and stroked it faster, willing it to cum quickly and for the ordeal to end. She could not take the whole cock in her mouth now as it was too big and thick. Already, her jaws were hurting from the strain of opening her mouth too wide. She could only lick the tip of Menon’s cock and hope that that is enough to bring him across his pleasure point.

But Menon had other plans. “Get up and lie down on the cashier counter. I want to do what the other guy did.”

The girl looked at Menon disbelievingly. She knew that she had no choice. She removed her skirt, got up on the cashier counter and spread her legs. “Go slow, please. Your cock is very big. I am not sure if it can go in.”

Menon ignored her and positioned his cock at her pussy entrance. It was shaved and smooth like butter. He ran his fingers along her slit, and was happy to find that it was still wet from the earlier session. He rubbed his cock along her slit and the head went in easily. It was tight or maybe like what the girl said, his cock was simply too big. He could not get it in easily like when he was fucking the prostitutes in Desker. He inched it in slowly, grunting and perspiring. It was hard work. But it was rewarding as with every inch that he managed to get his cock in, the pleasure intensified exponentially. The girl was groaning in pain, repeatedly crying for him to stop. He could not care less and was only focused on his own pleasure. Finally, he got his whole cock in as his body touched the girl’s body. He paused for a moment to enjoy the warm, tight grasp of the girl’s pussy on his cock while he wiped the beads of perspiration off his forehead. His body was already drenched in perspiration, his chest hair a tangled mess. This was harder than running 2.4km.

The girl seemed to have recovered somewhat, her breathing was still ragged but she had stopped screaming. Menon started to move slowly, drawing his cock out just an inch or so before slowly pushing it in. The girl responded with soft moans of pleasure and his cock responded to the seductive moans by growing harder, thicker and longer. Menon took his time, slowly increasing his pace, and drawing longer and longer strokes. He was not constrained by time here unlike his fucks in Desker. They were always chasing him to finish faster because the next customer is waiting. Here, he has the whole night.

As he continued with his thrusts, the girl seemed to enjoy herself even more. She was moaning louder and louder in pleasure. Several times, she pleaded for him to stop but he ignored her, continuing to thrust into her mercilessly. She seemed to have orgasmed several times, as she was shuddering, screaming and grabbing the sides of the cashier counter as she writhed and thrashed about convulsively. But Menon is not about pleasing her and making sure she enjoys herself. He is all about himself.

It took him a while but finally he could feel his balls tightening and his pleasure reaching new heights. He increased his pace, pulling his cock almost to the point of exit before plunging deep in again swiftly. Several hard thrusts later, he released himself, jerking uncontrollably as his balls emptied into the girl. He held on, enjoying the last bit of pleasure in his cock as it grows flaccid again in the girl’s tight pussy. Reluctantly, he withdrew himself as he sat down on the floor in exhaustion.

He did not know when he fell asleep. But when he woke up, the girl was already dressed and smiling at him devilishly. He was still sitting on the floor and was naked except for a green bikini top tied across his hairy chest.

“Guess what, Mr Menon. The tables have turned. From now on, you better be a good boy and listen to me.” The girl bend downwards and stroked his head. “You should have a password on your phone. I have deleted the video so you don’t have anything on me now. In return, I have taken some very nice photos of you wearing nothing except a green bikini top. I have also downloaded all the information on your phone so I know everything about you, Mr Menon. If you don’t listen to me, I will send your photos to everyone that you know. I wonder what your employer will say when they see a photo of you wearing nothing except their green bikini top from their store. You will be branded as a pervert, Mr Menon.”

“What do you want from me?” Menon was in fear now.

“Well, for starters, I am going to take all the money from your wallet. But I am also thinking that since I had so much fun, I might want you to be my personal sex slave.” The girl laughed as Menon's cock stirred.

[mango-bango-bby]

Can you write for yandere miguel with a single mom reader 🥹 I think it would be so cute like he could have a second chance at being a dad

♡ Miguel with a Single Mother Darling (Headcanons!) ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, single mother!reader, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of stealing and murder, overprotectiveness, possessiveness, stalking, a lot of fluff

Summary: Miguel falls for you after catching you trying to steal baby food for your daughter (Yan!Miguel O’Hara x Fem/AFAB!Reader)

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♡ You had been having it rough lately. Your boyfriend had left you after you got pregnant, leaving you to go through your pregnancy alone. Then after you had your baby girl, you could barely support her. But, god, you loved her. And you would do anything to take care of her, even breaking the law. You had to steal lots of things for her, specifically baby food because it was just to expensive at points.

♡ You had gotten pretty good at stealing, knowing exactly how to avoid people and cameras seeing. Miguel has a keen eye, being Spider-Man really does heighten his senses. He made direct eye contact with you as he watched you stuff a couple jars of baby food into your baggy hoodie. Your eyes widened as he watched you.

♡ You were completely convinced that he was going to confront you about it when he began to approach you. Instead he just asked you if you couldn’t afford it, you shamefully nodded at his questions. You expected him to tell an employee but rather he dragged you to the self checkout register, making you hand over all the baby food. He paid for it for you before giving you his number, telling you that instead of stealing you could always call him if you needed something.

♡ Miguel started stalking you after that. He always stalks you in his Spider-Man suit so you wouldn’t know it was him. If you ever caught him stalking you, no one would believe you, no one would believe that a superhero would stalk someone. He just watches you and your daughter. He justifies it by telling himself that he’s just trying to protect you both. Really, he just likes you, a lot.

♡ There are a couple times when you do call him for help. You always profusely apologize for making him spend his money on you and your daughter but he really doesn’t mind. He wants you both to be safe. He even offers for you two to stay with him if you need too. He really doesn’t mind.

♡ He finally asks you out on a date after a while of stalking you, you’re a bit surprised at first but you accept. You had to bring your daughter on the date because you couldn’t find a babysitter, he doesn’t mind though. At one point he even calmed your daughter down when she began to cry on the date.

♡ Miguel is incredibly possessive over you and your daughter. He’s been through a lot and has trouble leaving you alone for long. He really doesn’t like other people interacting with you, he’s practically a guard dog, standing behind you, towering over you at all times. He also has a hard time with other people holding your daughter, even people you trust

♡ He convinces you to move in with him within a few months of dating. He even has a nursery set up for your daughter, it’s very sweet. He makes you breakfast every single morning after you move in.

♡ Miguel does track down your ex-boyfriend after you told him about the story. He’s has mixed feelings about it. He hates your ex-boyfriend for making you go through your pregnancy alone, he hates him for leaving you alone. But he’s also grateful that he was out of the picture so Miguel could have you. Despite his mixed feelings, your ex-boyfriend’s body was found with deep talon wounds in his chest.

♡ He’s so sweet with your daughter, it melts your heart. Even though he’s needy and overprotective, you do love him. He always tells you to rest when she starts crying through the baby monitor. He also chooses the cutest outfits for her to wear, he likes to match colors with her.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: More Miguel for you all, I hand him over to you 🫶🫶 I think my next spiderverse fic might be a Hobie fic but I might end up caving and writing for platonic yandere Miguel 😭 Also, I’ve been thinking of changing my blog theme so let me know if I should!!)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

#yandere atsv #yandere spiderman #yandere spiderverse x reader #yandere spiderverse #domestic yandere #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #yandere!miguel o’hara #yandere!miguel o’hara x reader

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 12: Sartse

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 3.6k a/n: i want y'all to know that for a couple of doffy's lines, i pulled it straight from the manga so i had to read THAT scene again and i ugly cried once more. had to step away from the computer and everything lmfao next

The speed in which you were flying into town could’ve instantly killed anyone who stepped into your path; hell you probably could’ve killed someone if they pulled out in front of you in a wholeass car. You made it into town in record time, a time that shouldn’t even be possible for the distance you had traversed. No cops seemed to be out and about to stop you either, which honestly checked out. They were worthless.

Whatever, it came in handy for you at this moment.

Something that no one except Marco knew, was that you had a secret entrance to the hospital that led right into your office - actually, it led to several different places. As someone of your social standing, you had to have a secret entrance/exit. It was important to be able to have a way out and a way in - specifically for situations like this. You had just hoped that you’d never have to use it.

As you were flying down the road, you looked at the security footage through your phone. Again, no one had this access except you and Marco. Sure, you had a security room with someone always monitoring things, but no one had remote access besides the two of you.

You pulled up the footage, trying to see exactly how much damage was being done. It seemed that the front of the hospital was fine; business as usual. It was the secret wing that was mostly taken over aside from a few of their men being posted in scrubs everywhere else. You knew all your employees by name and face, so of course you’d be able to tell who did and who didn’t belong. It looked like they had already let go of all of your underground staff. At least you didn’t have to worry about them.

You looked through the footage as you also kept an eye on the road, trying to find where everyone was being held. There wasn’t really anywhere in the hospital that you couldn’t see, so you knew you’d find them eventually. 

And you did.

They were currently being held in a conference room in the secret wing; everyone being Corazon, Law, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi. You nearly crashed as you saw Corazon laying there in his blood soaked shirt, not moving. Were you too late? You felt that creeping numbness starting to crawl into your very being. You set your phone down, leaving it open. 

“How long do you think it’s going to take for them to get here? I’m tired of waiting,” Doflamingo complained, folding his arms and sulking as he perched on the table. Oh, you were glad you had cameras with sound - the extra money was worth it.

“Please, let me tend to Corazon’s wounds,” you heard Law plead. The sheer emotion in his voice made you press on the gas pedal even harder, sending you faster. 

“Absolutely not. This is what he gets for betraying me. His life is in y/n’s hands now since he wanted to be with them so bad.” He huffed, shaking his head. “How can someone of your stature fall for someone so weak.” He scoffed.

You clenched your jaw, pressing a button on the visor of your car as you entered an alleyway. A garage opened up and you flew inside.

“He’ll die at this rate!” 

“Let him then! It’s the consequences of his own actions.” 

Your head was spinning. How could someone be so cold to the very people they were supposed to love and protect? You would’ve never guessed that…Anthony was just like him. That they ended up being cut from the same cloth.

“How could you do that to your own family?” 

“If you keep talking, kid, you’ll end up with a bullet wound next.”

You slammed on your brakes next to a door, throwing your car in park and running up the stairs. You had an elevator, but it was going to take too long for you to use it. The staircase grew more and more narrow as you reached the top, ending in a small hallway that broke off into different parts of the hospital.

You navigated the small tunnel before slowly opening a door. It opened silently, the bookcase in your office in the secret wing opening. You snuck through, sticking low to the ground with a gun in hand. You were silent, listening.

You could hear Crocodile somewhere near the entrance to the secret wing talking with whatever cronies he had with him. He was in the opposite direction as Doflamingo, so you should be just fine. You’d have plenty of time before he’d get to the conference room should any problems arise. You took off down the hallway, your footsteps silent - just as you were trained. 

When you reached the conference room, you dropped down again, below the window. You glanced inside, seeing that things have escalated. Doflamingo was pointing his gun at Corazon once more, the man now sat up. Instant relief washed over you as you saw him sitting there - alive. You had been so scared that you were too late.

Though, if you didn’t act fast - he wouldn’t be much longer.

“Why did you come back just to mess with me, Corazon?” Doflamingo demanded. “Why must I be forced to kill my family not once, but twice?” Forced? What the hell did he mean by that? He absolutely isn’t being forced to do anything. Is that what your father also thought? That he was being forced to do the things he did? A stupid lie to tell yourself to justify such terrible actions.

You heard him cock his gun, standing up immediately and taking aim. You shot through the window, shattering the glass. The bullet hit Doflamingo in the hand, making him curse and drop his gun as he cradled his hand. You kept your gun trained on him. “Don’t even think about moving,” you said as he started for his own gun. He stopped, glaring at you through his sunglasses. 

The others looked at you with surprise, staring at you with wide eyes. You heard a chorus of voices cheer for your name, but you were focused on Doflamingo. “Step away from them.” He scowled at you, but stepped away. A grin spread across his face and you opened your mouth to say something when you heard a click of someone loading their gun behind you. You felt the barrel press against your skull. 

“Drop it.” This time it was you that scowled, letting your gun clatter to the ground. Dammit, you didn’t think he’d get here so quickly. Or so quietly. 

“Let me dress Corazon’s wounds,” you ground out. “Then I’ll sign your stupid papers.” 

“Y/n, don’t worry abou-”

“I appreciate your concern, but I have this under control, okay?” You looked at him through the shattered window, smiling warmly at him. He just stared at you with an expression you couldn’t quite discern but you could also tell he was struggling to stay conscious.

“Sign the papers first.”

“Absolutely not.” You felt him press the gun harder against you and you cursed at him. “Fucking-”

You whipped around so fast that he didn’t have time to react, hitting his elbow from the outside and pushing his hand up. Not enough to break it, but just enough to make him let go. You disassembled his gun and threw it to the ground. The same thing you did to Corazon a little over a month ago. “I’m not asking.” 

You weren’t stupid. You knew you were outnumbered, so you weren’t going to try and take the both of them out now. You weren’t going to start a fight - that’s not what you came here for. Saving the hostages, that’s what you were here for.  You looked back, seeing Doflamingo pointing his gun at you, only it wasn’t with his dominant hand, so you knew he wouldn’t be able to hit you correctly. You could just tell with the way it sat uncomfortably in his hand.

“That’s why you should train shooting with both hands. Cause as soon as you fire that gun in your hand, the kickback is going to be too much and you’re not going to hit me.” The pure rage in Doflamingo’s face was honestly comical.

You walked through the door, heading over to the blond man that was currently bleeding out on the ground. He wasn’t sitting up anymore and he looked like he was barely awake. “Just hang in there,” you said softly, pulling out a first aid kit from under the conference table. You had one in every room.

You felt the gun still being trained on you, hearing Crocodile putting the other one back together and picking yours off the ground before pointing it at you. “I’m not going to try anything stupid, you two. So you can get your panties out of a bunch,” you said.

You fumbled around in your fanny pack, grabbing out your small suture kit. You opened up Corazon’s shirt, assessing the damage. You hissed softly through your teeth. He’d been shot in the abdomen, losing a good amount of blood, but you were sure he’d end up being just fine- you could do this.

He spoke as you started applying disinfectant to a rag. “Do you just…carry this stuff-” He was cut off as you began to sanitize his wounds but you paused for a moment. That’s exactly what he had said the second time you had caught him from falling. He let out a weak laugh and it took everything in you not to start crying. Damn it all.

“Don’t talk, Ros. You need your strength.” 

“I think I’ll be just fine with you here now, doc,” he mused softly. You felt heat creeping up your neck. Really? At a time like this? You finished cleaning his wound, clenching your jaw as you were able to really see the damage. It seemed that Doflamingo was close enough when he shot him that it went through him cleanly, so you didn’t need to try and dig the bullet out of him - you were able to immediately start stitching him up.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep it together. “How is everyone else?” You looked to the boys, who seemed fine aside from looking absolutely scared out of their wits. Marco wasn’t here, so you imagined that they were watching him while he kept an eye on the front side. You didn’t know why they had to bring the boys into this at all. They absolutely had no ties to any of this. They were just adding to their ‘leverage’ at this point. Not only would they be able to control you, but also Corazon. He did use to be in the business, after all. So, he’d be able to fight his way out of this, throw the boys in and he was just like you - compliant.

“We’re fine,” Law said with a nod. “The only one who was hurt was Corazon.” You could see the genuine concern in his eyes, hear the pain in his voice. This was the man’s father essentially, of course he was worried.

“He’s going to be just fine, Law, I promise.” As you were speaking to him, you were still working.

“Where’s the paperwork?” you asked, looking at the two men who were currently pointing guns at you. They just looked at each other and you sighed. “You wanted me here to sign paperwork so one of you go fucking get it.” You sighed harshly.

“You shouldn’t sign it, y/n.” You looked at Corazon, finishing up his front stitches. 

“Turn around,” you said and he obeyed, slowly turning for you as you started to work on his exit wound. “I know what I’m doing,” your voice was low. “I’m going to get the lot of you out of here safely. I promise.” 

“But you worked so hard-” 

“Rosinante, please,” you said softly, feeling your own voice crack. You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing your work. You already made the decision and came to terms with the fact that you were going to lose your hospital. You could go somewhere else and work. Though, none of the hospitals around here would probably take you. You had snapped at them at that meeting and now none of them want anything to do with you.

Not that you really blamed them, but dammit, now you were going to have to move. It was also the best option. With you out of the picture, everyone would be able to resume their lives as normal. Your last actions with this will be making sure that Corazon and everyone out are able to get out of here safely. You were going to make sure that they’re able to escape the eyes of the families. Just as you did with everyone else. They will be the last ones you are going to be able to help, but at least they’ll be able to get out of here.

You finished patching up the man before you, sighing. “Finished.” Corazon turned to look at you, but you were already standing. You just…couldn’t stand it - all of this was your fault. 

You looked at Doflamingo, who still had a gun trained on you. “One more thing. They all get out of here safely. Away from you. They are not to be followed or tailed. If I find out that they are, the deal is off. Once they’re safe then-”

“Y/n! You can’t-” You ignored Corazon’s pleas, looking at the man before you. “Once they’re safe, then I will sign over the hospital.”

“That’s a large ask,” the man before you said, a shit eating grin spreading across his face. “You already were able to patch up Corazon here before, now you want their safe passage?”

“I think you forget that this hospital is my life’s work. I think that I’m not asking for much, all things considered. This place is a place that even cops won’t look, I think a handful of people who aren’t even involved in things like this to be let go isn’t asking much, right?” 

He opened his mouth to retort when you heard Crocodile’s voice. “Deal. But you will sit here while they leave, got it?” You nodded. “Deal. Also, make sure Marco is provided safe passage as well.” Crocodile nodded. At least he seemed to be willing to work with you.

“Don’t you think you’re giving them too much, Croc?” Doflamingo grimaced and the other shook his head.

“We’re going to get their entire hospital. It’s like they said, a few people who aren’t even involved in things like this is just fine. I know he’s your brother, Doflamingo, but you did just shoot him.”

“Let’s go then,” Crocodile said, looking at Corazon and co. “We don’t have all day. We’ll untie you when we get to the exit.” Everyone slowly stood up. You crouched in front of Corazon, taking his face in your hands. “Please take care of yourself, okay?”

He sputtered for a moment, his face turning red as you held his face. “Are you sure about all of this? We’ll be-”

“Trust me, okay? You guys will be able to get out of here. You’ll be free.”

“Well, what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me - I’ll be fine.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, resting your forehead on his. "Please don't do this," he whispered, but you ignored his words as much as they stung your heart. “Take it easy and heal up, okay? Then make sure you take good care of the boys.” You pulled away from him, looking over at Bepo. “Bepo, since you’re the tallest behind Corazon, will you help him?” 

“Yes, doctor!” Bepo nodded, heading over as you helped Corazon stand. You glanced at Crocodile, gesturing at the man’s restraints and he sighed before nodding. You untied Bepo’s hands and he wrapped an arm around the injured man’s waist. 

You looked at Law. “Make sure he takes it easy, okay? I expect you to take care of him while he heals.” The doctor in training nodded, looking like he wanted to say something. It took him a moment, but he found his words. “Please be careful, doctor. Make sure you look after yourself too.” He paused, realizing what he said.

“I don’t want to deal with a moping Cora if anything happens to you.” He was trying to cover his sentiment, but it was clear. You stood there, stunned for a moment. That was probably the nicest thing you’ve heard him say to anyone ever. Sure, it was covered with a joke, but the sentiment was there. Your face softened and you ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry about me, just take care of your dad for me, yeah?”

“You talk like we’re never gonna see you again.” He grumbled and you tensed for a moment. They just stared at you. “Y/n, what are you-”

“Let’s get going, I don’t have all day!” Crocodile’s voice interrupted.

You stepped away from them, smiling. “Take care of each other and be careful.” Shachi and Penguin looked at you with teary eyes. “We’re gonna miss you, doc,” one said. “Make sure you be careful,” the other chimed. You nodded, shuffling them all towards the door.

“Now, move along before they change their minds.” You were able to finally get them out of the conference room, heading out. You watched as they left with Crocodile, other cronies showing up to assist in the transfer.

You saw Corazon look back at you one more time before they turned the corner out of your sight. Your heart lurched as you saw the concern and yearning in his face. You just hoped that they’d take the opportunity to get out of here. You’d be just fine. Destroyed, but fine.

“Alright, now sign the papers.” You glared over at Doflamingo. “Not yet. They’re not out of here just yet.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t know what you see in him anyway. He’s weak. Though, I suppose it matches with you. I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to inherit the power your father possesses. He might be my rival, but I know a man with power when I see it.”

“Not everything is about power and the sooner you realize that - the better.”

Doflamingo laughed and you flinched as it bounced off the walls. He was so loud - and for what? “Power is what took over your hospital, doctor. Power gets you whatever you want. Money, fame, you name it.” 

You shook your head. “I don’t expect a shallow man like you to understand,” you said with a small sigh. He was too drunk with power, money hungry, and dense. 

He grimaced, shaking his head. “Well, I’m not the one losing everything I’ve worked so hard for, now am I?” he mused, grinning. You felt your eye twitch, but you weren’t about to let him see that he was getting to you.

You just ignored him, folding your arms as you waited with a gun pointed to your head.

--

Crocodile eventually returned, looking at you. “They’re out. They’re safe. No one is tailing them.”

“You better be telling the fucking truth. So help me if I find out you’re lying-”

“Cool your jets. I never fuck with a deal.”

You just narrowed your eyes at him before pulling a pen out of your pocket, signing the papers. You slid them towards the man, glaring at the two of them. Doflamingo uncocked his gun, tucking it away. He grinned. “Fucking finally.”

“Can I go now? I have shit I need to do.” You folded your hands across your chest.

“You’re not staying?”

“This is no longer my hospital, why would I?”

“Suit yourself.”

Crocodile looked over the paper in his hands and nodded. “It all checks out. I guess, yeah. You can skedaddle.” You made a face at his word choice, but didn’t do much else except leave the room. They had the hospital, everyone was safe. You didn’t have to worry anymore.

Honestly, none of this felt real. You headed out the way you came, careful that no one saw you. Just because you signed over your hospital, doesn’t mean they got to know everything about it. If they found it out on their own, good for them. Maybe one day you’d figure out a way to get everything back.

You headed down the stairs, feeling like you were floating. You weren’t in your body. Everything felt fake - like a bad dream. Only, you wished you would wake up from this nightmare. You just lost everything. Your family, your livelihood, all of it. Everything was gone.

You stopped as you reached your car, seeing Marco perched on the hood. He looked over at you, standing up. The expression on his face was that of sympathy and worry. Everything hit you all at once and tears started to free fall down your face. The stress finally hit you at the same time that your body finally gave out as adrenaline left. Your knees gave out and Marco caught you in the process, holding you as you ugly cried into him. Your body shook as you sobbed, clutching onto Marco as if he would disappear at any moment as well.

#alright now to die for work for the next three to four days lmfao #finna work 50 hours in three days #anyway yeah i ugly cried - got a headache and everything from it #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #corazon x you #rosinante corazon #corazon x reader #corazon #rosinante x reader #rosinante #am fics #sc

[anon-sect]

Max was in the back room monitoring the security cameras. He kept an eye on one guy who seemed suspicious. He didn't want to jump to conclusions before seeing any evidence of foul intentions. As he monitored him, he saw him stuff several store items into his jacket and zip it up. He had to teach this shoplifter a lesson. He told one his employees to keep an eye on him while he left to confront the guy.

The employee pointed to the guy when he got in the area of the store. He has had stuff go missing recently but was unable to catch the culprit. "I think you have something that belongs to us." He spoke to the guy, who seemed to brush off the accusation.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Larry replied back, trying to play it off. As long as they couldn't prove it, he could once again get away with stealing from the store. So far, they haven't caught him yet.

Max was not letting him get away with robbing them blind once more. "I saw you on the camera stuffing a few items in your jacket. You can either fess up or I call the police and show them footage from my security cameras." He paused as he decided to increase the pressure on him. "I think you have been the one doing the recent thefts in my store. I am sure my cameras can probably prove it if I look a little further." He finished. If the guy failed to submit, he would proceed with his threat for sure.

Larry didn't need to be arrested for shoplifting. He could call the store owners bluff, but that could land him into a lot of trouble with law enforcement. He didn't want that. He unzipped his jacket and handed the items to the store owner. "Happy now? Can I go?" He asked back, annoyed that he was caught.

Max had no intentions of letting the culprit just walk out his store without learning a valuable lesson. "Sure, just know I will report the other thefts, and report you as the suspect." He threatened to him.

Larry surely didn't want that to happen. He had to bargain with the store owner to keep law enforcement out of the situation. "What can I do to make this situation vanish? Do you want me to never come back into your store ever again?" He asked, wondering what he would request to keep the cops out of this mess.

Max smiled. "A weeks time helping me out here at the store and with other things would do." He offered to him. Max smiled because he knew exactly how the thief was going to help him, and it wasn't just in the store only.

"Okay, deal, just don't call the cops, okay." Larry agreed. He followed the store owner to the back as ordered. Once the door was closed, he saw him hold a strange device in his hands. "You time starts now." The store owner spoke as he fired a ray of light from the device. A few seconds later he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

Max smiled happily as where the thief once stood was now a black pair of AND1 sneakers. One week's time under his feet should do it, he thought to himself as he took off his current shoes and put on the newly formed sneakers. They felt so good under on his feet. He should try more living inanimate objects more often, he thought.

Larry suddenly awoke to a slightly foul odor. He tried to get away from it but found himself completely unable to move on his own. He also felt himself wrapped around something that was causing him an intense measure of pain. He finally figured it out when he felt toes wiggling on his face. The foul smell was in fact the vinegar smell of sweaty socks. The pressure he felt was feet standing on and crushing his insole face. He was literally a pair of shoes. He knew exactly whose feet was wearing him, the store owner. He wanted to curse the guy out, but now all he wanted to do was be normal again. He didn't want to be footwear. Just standing still was very uncomfortable for him as sneakers. All of the store owner's weight bearing down on him, along with foot odor and sweat. He mentally pleaded for this to be some crazy dream, but it was his reality. A week's time as sneakers, he thought his mind might not survive it.

As Max continued to work, he decided to the thief really needed to learn a lesson that would be permanent. Since he stole from him, he would steal his humanity from the thief. He would keep him as his sneakers and treat him as the object on his feet. No more humanity for the thief. At least this way, he won't have to worry about him stealing from his store ever again. The next thief he catches just might be a pair of socks. If living inanimate objects felt this good, he just might have to get more. As for how the thief would feel about being shoes for the rest of his life, he didn't care how the guy felt about it. Shoes don't have any rights anyway.

#inanimate transformation #foot domination #shrinkage #sneaker transformation

[iww-gnv]

A French regulator announced Tuesday it had fined the manager of Amazon’s large warehouses in France 32 million euros ($34.7 million) for excessive monitoring of its employees. The French Data Protection Authority (CNIL) said Amazon France Logistique gave employees scanners in order to record workplace tasks such as removing items from shelves and packing. This data was then used to calculate the “quality, productivity and periods of inactivity of each employee.” CNIL ruled it was “illegal to set up a system measuring work interruptions with such accuracy, potentially requiring employees to justify every break or interruption,” it said. The system for monitoring employee activity was described as “excessively intrusive,” including the company’s policy of keeping data and statistical indicators on employees for 31 days was also described as “excessive,” even in light of the “high performance targets” at the business. CNIL said Amazon France Logistique committed several breaches of the European Union’s General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR), specifically around data minimization and lawful processing.

#news #france #amazon #french data protection authority #cnil #amazon france #amazon news

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Re: anon being bullied at work. I know that it’s illegal, but i’d add recording these encounters on top of rumour’s excellent advice. If you have your phone with you, just hit the record button every time you are with these bullies. It’ll help you remember what you need for the documentations. And if they cross over into illegality, you might be able to capture it. It’s a hard situation that you are in, and i feel for you, but please don’t let them win. I say that as a black woman who sees all this BS and feel sorry for my white friends being subjected to this BS. Please know that there are black people like me. Not all of us subscribe to this nonsense. It demeans us. It demeans everyone. 

*************

Yes, recording is a great option but please be careful about it. Definitely learn what your state’s consent law is (e.g. are you in a two-party state or are you in a one-party state) to protect yourself as well.

And really, don’t forget about HR. Yes, HR/Human Resources is there to protect the company and not the individual employee, but you’re in a situation where the company is being exposed and could be held liable for what these women are doing. That makes what you’re dealing with an HR problem so if your HR people are smart, they will see that.

Some more suggestions from another anon who wanted to stay private:

* If you can have your meetings with them virtually, try to do so and  any time you’re in a virtual meeting, request it to be recorded. Sometimes when people like your bullies know they’re being recorded and monitored, they may behave.

* Consult your EAP (Employee Assistance Program) about what benefits you may have for mental health support.

* Consider getting your own lawyer. Hopefully your boss/leadership team/HR is wonderful enough that you won’t need to take it to a lawyer, but having a lawyer (even if it’s just a legal aid clerk from a law school’s clinic) in your back pocket can bring an immense sense of security because you know you have a backup plan if the company won’t help.

#anon advice

[offender42085]

Post 1158

Before and after......Described as 'shady".....

Toby James Gogolewski, Minnesota inmate 263192, born 2001, incarceration intake June 2021 at age 19, scheduled for release February 2025

Aggravated Robbery with dangerous weapon

In June 2021, Toby James Gogolewski, 19, was sentenced to 75 months in prison.

He received credit for 194 days served.

Court documents state that Austin police responded to an armed robbery at about 9:39 p.m. on Dec. 6, 2020 at the Apollo III gas station on West Oakland Avenue. While officers were enroute, they were informed that the suspect fled on foot and ran south from the gas station. An officer made contact with the cashier working at the time of the robbery. He reported the suspect, whom he described as “shady,” came up behind him, grabbed him from the back with his left arm around his chest and held a black knife, approximately 6-inches in length, to his right side and told him to open the safe and the register. He stated the suspect forced him behind the register, whereupon he opened the safe and register and the suspect grabbed the money and ran south from the gas station. He reported that the suspect took approximately $850 from the store and there was surveillance video of the robbery.

A second armed robbery was reported at about 8:50 p.m. on Dec. 8 at the Austin Dollar General. The cashier on duty reported that three male suspects were involved – one watched the door, one checked the store for customers and the other held a knife to her, demanded money and took money from the register. It was determined that $918.01 was stolen.

Mower County deputies were dispatched to a third armed robbery at about 9:34 p.m. on Dec. 9 at Corky’s Corner Convenience Store in Adams. A male employee reported that the first suspect approached the counter while a second and third suspect then entered the store, both holding knives, walked directly behind the counter and ordered the employee to open the register. He said the suspects took approximately $2,521 from the cash register, along with cigars and vaping devices. A review of security footage from Corky’s Corner showed one of the suspects holding a knife to the employee’s lower back while he opened the register. Surveillance footage from a nearby business showed the suspect vehicle drive into the alley west of Corky’s Corner. Twenty minutes later, two suspects were seen running east in the alley with the suspect vehicle following them.

Deputies responded to an armed robbery report on Dec. 11 at the Freeborn County Co-op in Lyle. An employee reported that two male suspects were involved and that one had a knife. She said one came in first and asked if the store had any tea, then the other suspect held the knife to her back, grabbed her hair and told her to take him to the safe. She complied; however, the safe contained no cash. He then ordered her to open the cash register and took cash from the drawer. She reported that about $580 and several cigars were stolen.

The deputies advised other law enforcement to monitor Highway 105 as they believed the suspect vehicle was heading toward Austin. Police stopped a 1999 Honda Civic, which matched the footage of the suspect vehicle from the Corky’s Corner robbery, in the 2900 block of Fourth Street Southeast and identified the two occupants as Gogolewski (the driver) and Nathaniel Jerome Davenport Jr.

They were informed that they were being stopped as part of the investigation into the Lyle robbery and that they matched the description of the suspects provided by the employee. The officer noted that the pair did not deny involvement in the robbery and they did not seem surprised by the vehicle stop or their arrests.

Gogolewski was read a Miranda warning and agreed to speak to police.

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#inmate

[wealmostaneckbeard]

Money Laundering, as I understand it, is where illegally obtained money is exchanged in a process to make it legal. When a stereotypical over-confident crime boss describes his money laundering scheme, it would probably sound like this:

"I didn't make millions of US Dollars by selling party drugs, good heavens no! I just happen to run a very successful pizza parlor franchise. These parlors may appear to be derelict and understaffed. But according to my financial records our pizzas are extremely popular/profitable and our overhead costs are easily manageable. We don't keep track of who's ordering our pizzas because we respect our customers privacy!"

For those of you who are bit slow, and there is no shame in that, there are no pizzas being made or sold. The crime boss is selling drugs but he can't deposit the money into a regulated bank. And he needs the legit bank because it can be used to transfer money long distances, like to untaxable off-shore bank accounts. But he can't tell the bankers "I'm depositing money that I made by running an illegal narcotics operations" because that goes into the banks records which are subject to review by government law enforcement. So instead the crime boss sends the cash to the pizza parlors where the employees deposit it in the banks as earnings. The employees are allowed to take a small cut of the cash flow but the majority has to go into the bosses legitimate bank account. Any employee who takes more than their allotted amount will have to answer to the boss's enforcers.

When law enforcement agents check the boss's legit bank account, all they will find is the proceeds from the pizza business. So it's up to investigators to do a lot of legwork: visiting the parlors, interviewing employees, and monitoring transactions. If they can find a correlation between drug sales and profits from the pizzarias, then they have evidence they can bring to court.

This is just an example, not every money laundering scheme involves fake pizzas, although that was a thing back in the 1980-90's. You can swap pizza parlors for casinos, hotels, warehouses, and any other legitimate business. And the pizzas could be works of art, real estate, property rights, and cryptocurrencies. Finally the drug money could instead be any money taken illegally, like stolen from a bank, skimmed off the paychecks of illegally employed laborers, and exhorted from legit businesses. Oh, the money could also come from the sale of illegal firearms! Almost forgot about arms dealing!

Anyways that's how I think money laundering works, if I'm forgetting something, let me know!

P.S.: Why are you looking up money laundering on tumblr?

#economics #crime #law #financial scam #finance #money laundering #pizza parlor #information #legal theory #writing #education #educational #law enforcement #veth brenatto #money #organized crime

[literarystarbucks]

SUPPORT STARBUCKS UNIONS

Upton Sinclair tries to go up to the counter, but the Starbucks is closed. Starbucks fired all their workers from this location for unionizing.

Hi everyone! It’s been a while. We here at Literary Starbucks have followed the news about Starbucks workers’ fight to unionize, and we want to use the platform we have to support them and uplift their voices. 

Starbucks workers across the nation have been unionizing their workplaces to ensure a more democratic, safe, and equitable environment for all employees. The first United States Starbucks to successfully unionize its workers was in Buffalo, NY, in December 2021. Since then, more Starbucks locations all over the country have voted to unionize!

Predictably, Starbucks is not thrilled about this, and has been actively union-busting. As linked above in the Upton Sinclair post, there are many examples of Starbucks closing locations that voted to unionize or firing pro-union workers, but Starbucks has gone even further. They have cut hours for pro-union employees, increased managerial presence in stores in order to monitor union activities, and, recently and abhorrently, claimed that Starbucks will support its workers who are seeking abortion services—but only if they aren’t part of a union.

The National Labor Relations Board (NLRB) has “accused Starbucks of more than 200 labor law violations spanning over two dozen types of unfair labor practices.” In addition to being morally despicable, Starbucks’ union-busting practices are actually illegal.

Literary Starbucks supports workers’ right to unionize and stands with the Starbucks partners who are unionized and/or fighting to unionize. We condemn Starbucks’ anti-union position. 

To read more about Starbucks employees’ efforts to unionize, please check out Starbucks Workers United. Headquartered in Buffalo, NY, SB Workers United boasts 180+ stores unionized already. Check out their FAQ for more information!

Here are ways you can support Starbucks workers’ unionization efforts across the USA:

Donate to the Pacific Northwest Starbucks Workers United (PNWSBWU) to, in their own words, “provide financial relief to Starbucks workers in the Pacific Northwest for income [they] lose as [they] take the collective actions needed to win the workplace [they] deserve.”

Donate to the employees of the College Ave Starbucks in Ithaca, NY, since Starbucks closed this unionized location!

Donate to Black Union Leaders in Memphis, TN, to support fired Black union leaders.

Sign the No Contract, No Coffee pledge to support the unionizing workers!

Shop the SB Workers United store! All proceeds directly support Starbucks employees.

SUPPORT STRIKERS! For example, a location in Buffalo went on strike yesterday! 

Attend a local “sip-in” rally at Starbucks to support unionization efforts. Here’s an example of a call for a sip-in—check out your local Starbucks stores to see if there is one coming up near you! And make sure you tip big!

Follow SB Workers United on Instagram for the latest news and updates.

Follow SB Workers United on Twitter for the latest news and updates. We pulled most of the donation links directly from that Twitter, so that’s the best place to check to see how you can best help!

Hell, follow us on Twitter as well. We’ll be retweeting stuff from @SBWorkersUnited, @VentiSolidarity, @JortstheCat, and other pro-union accounts to help raise awareness for Starbucks employees working to unionize.

The baristas were always an essential part of the Literary Starbucks mythos. Help support the real-life heroes working in Starbucks locations across the nation today!

In solidarity,

Jill, Nora, and Wilson

#nocontractnocoffee #literary starbucks #literarystarbucks #starbucks #pro union #union #unions #tobeapartner

[kiwioala]

federation employee handbook that foolish found in the fed breakroom! (transcript)

Federation Employee Handbook (12th edition) Index: I Introduction - Federation Mission and Values II About the Federation: - Locations and Contact Information III Policies - Code of Conduct - Dress Code - Workplace Safety - Violence Prevention - Whistleblower Policy and Reporting Violations IV Employee Benefits V Termination and Resignation

I Introduction: Welcome to The Federation! We are delighted to have you join our team. At the Federation our employees are the lifeblood of our organization. The cogs in the machine, all working together! We are committed to creating an inclusive and supportive environment for our employees. This handbook is designed to provide you with important and essential information about the Federation, rights and responsibilities of our employees, and policies Our Missions and Values: Our mission is to provide a quality of life for residents on Quesadilla Island.

Core Values: - Integrity: Upholding ethical standards in all our actions. - Excellence: In everything we do. - Teamwork: Collaborating, respecting diversity, and valuing the contributions of employees and residents alike.

II About the Federation: We as a Census Bureau strive to create a perfect island for residents. Marinating order, enforcing rules and regulations and creating wonderful memories. Our organization strives to create absolute perfection. We achieve this by maintaining order, enforcing rules, and creating wonderful memories and experiences.

Location and Contact Information: - Census Bureau Agent While the Census Bureau Agent is not an employee and is very busy, it is not easy to get a hold of them. Please reach out to your supervisor instead if you have any questions. - President Forever: Located at the Federation Tower - Vice President Cellbit: Located at the Federation Tower. -Please refer to your facility-specific contact sheets for other contacts. Ranks: Please refer to our Employee Report on ranks for details.

III Policies: Code of Conduct: At The Federation we expect all employees to conduct themselves with both professionalism and integrity. Our key elements: - Transparency and honesty - Respect for colleagues - Data protection and confidentiality - Order with regulations and laws - Avoiding conflicts Dress Code: Employees must wear their assigned uniform on and off working hours. Please have your work badge on hand at all times. This is designed to ensure both a professional and safe work environment for all employees.

Workplace Safety: We are committed to providing safe and healthy workplaces for all employees. The following policies outline procedures to follow in case of emergencies. Violence Prevention: The Federation has a strict zero-tolerance policy towards threats and violence's in the workplace. We are committed to maintain order and secure environments for not only employees but residents as well. Regarding threats and violence from residents, please refer to your supervisor for further information.

Whistleblower Policy and Report Violations: We highly encourage our employees to report any concerns relating to illegal activities from both employees and residents. This policy information regarding whistleblowers. Reports will be shared anonymously. You may reach out to your supervisor for further information on our policies.

IV Employee Benefits: - Free, On-site residency, bring your family here too with all expenses paid! - 24/7 monitoring to maintain perfect safety, never feel unsafe within Federation facilities! - Steady pay* with company stores to spend at! - Company healthcare - Growth opportunities within the company! Rise up the ranks and gain more privileges within the Federation. * in form of Official Federation Duck Coins.

V Termination and Registration: Please contact Cucurucho if you wish to resign your position.

We would like to congratulate our new hires, you were chosen for a reason. Welcome to Federation! We hope you enjoy the Island! :)

#qsmp #liveblogging #qsmp lore #qsmp transcript #qsmp foolish #lore library