#what a bold thing to say in a rejection email truly

[weirdcat1213]

The latest rejection email I got is wild cuz the guy said "I actually have family in [redacted] so I go there regularly. Maybe our paths will cross again"

Bitch if I see you I'm tossing you into the river for expanding my unemployed era

[shadyteacup]

Hi! I just read your angst with Chuuya and Dazai, and my God wasn’t that a tasty, juicy, beautiful angst. I LOVED IT. I would love to see a Kunikida x Reader angst from your pen (because I love torturing myself). Kunikida is in love with the reader, but he refuses to accept his feelings and distances himself from her every passing day, and he has to endure the suffering of losing her to Dazai as he sees that they grow closer and closer (romantically) every day.

I hope this idea inspires you 💕

Did someone say torture👀😏 I love hurting myself n others by writing angst, n baby, this is an AMAZING idea.. the amout of pain..wow😈

Kunikida doppo x fem! Reader x Osamu Dazai

Warnings: angst, bit of fluff, but mostly angst, slight swearing.

Word count: 1,557

Biggest Mistake

"Good morning, Kunikida-san!"

You greet him as you walk in the office.

He merely grunts in reply. Your heart pains at this. Were you so non-ideal for him? Did you not fulfill even one of the qualities of his ideal woman? Whenever you tried talking to him, he would shut you out. Does he hate you? If yes, then why? Did you do something to offend him?

You sigh, walking over to your desk. The air was getting awkward, and it didn't help that you both were the only ones here.

Then again, maybe Kunikida wasn't feeling awkward at all. He just simply doesn't care.

Taking out your laptop from the bag, you set it up on the desk. You had a few files to submit by the end of today. They would take up atleast two hours of your time. If you got started now, you could have the rest of the day to fool around.

You opened it, but couldn't bring yourself to start your work. You logged into your Gmail to pass time, instead.

From: handsomebrunette@gmail.com

Hello belladonna!

I am writing this to you to get permission from you. May I please have the permission to rob you of an hour of your day, today?

Love,

Mr. Handsome

You giggled at his antics.

Reply to handsomebrunette@gmail.com

Hello Mr. Handsome,

Are you proposing a date?

Love(?),

The Woman ;)

You have never had a dull moment with Dazai before. Ever since he has set his mind to woo you, you have had quite an interesting time. He obviously liked you. Did you like him back?

Well, earlier, not really. Your heart used to belong to Kunikida. But he never seemed to give a rat's ass about you. So you tried to move on. That's when you realized just how charming your other coworker is.

At first, it felt wrong to like Dazai in a romantic way. You had just been heartbroken over the fact that your long time crush just doesn't like you, and pursuing Dazai felt like you were making him a replacement.

But then again, you had never even told Kunikida that you liked him, so he had never actually 'rejected' you. He only conveyed it through his actions and rude comments. You even thought that maybe he's just a tsundere, but soon realized that the man just doesn't like you at all.

Dazai was quick to realize what was going on. At first, he had tried to bring you two together by using his tricks, like forcing Kunikida into the same room as you and locking it from the outside, pretending to have pranked him and not realized that someone else was already in there. He had tried to get Kunikida to open up to you, too. But that man was born with a stick up his ass, and even Dazai's manipulative schemes weren't enough to make him confess. Dazai knew that Kunikida actually liked you back. He was well aware of his colleague's affections and the fact that he was going through a denial phase. Kunikida couldn't accept that he liked you because he still had a few years left to find himself a wife. His ideals prevented him from wooing you. Besides, he was not one to be crystal clear about his emotions. So he pushed you away. Whenever you tried to talk to him, or approach him, he would push you away with his rude words.

Dazai, obviously, understood that. He also knew that if you tried hard enough, you could get Kunikida to open up. But that was a tiring path to take. It would drain you of your mental peace, and by the time Kunikida actually accepts his feelings for you, you would be too tired to give a fuck. You'd have given up by then. It would break your heart and torture your sanity.

Dazai would be there for you, if you decide to choose that path, that is, but he also liked you. He had liked you ever since you joined the ada. He hadn't approached you yet, because he was aware of his coworker's feelings. He respected Kunikida's emotions, and had decided to back off. But there were so many times when he wanted to abandon his respect for the blonde, and just confess to you. He was slowly falling for you, and he knew that it scared him, but he couldn't live another day knowing that he was sacrificing a chance of being with someone he truly adores, for a man who wasn't even ready to admit that he has feelings for you. He couldn't do that. He loved you a bit too much.

So he decided to fuck Kunikida's feelings and stupid decisions, and just woo you himself. If you reject him, he would be fine, because atleast he tried. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't even try.

He was pleasantly surprised to watch how you fell for him over the days. He could notice how you changed bit by bit, blushing at things that you would have laughed off earlier. You both were really close friends before he started flirting with you, and it was funny watching you get flustered at things that he used to do often as a friend.

Such as now. He was standing outside the office, peeking in through a crack in the doorway. He watched as you read his email and grinned, your ears turning red. You typed a quick reply, and sat with your chin on your palm, your eyes dreamy.

He watched you and subconsciously smiled at your adorable face.

He read your reply on his phone, and smirked at the sherlock reference. Both of you had binge watched the entire series together.

Reply to justanotherhooman@gmail.com

Dearest woman,

That's quite bold of you! If you so desire to go on a date with this handsome man, who is he to deny the wish of such a beautiful woman? I shall pick you up at 1pm. Be ready, dearest.

Love,

Mr. Handsome ♡

He watched you read his reply and shake your head, amused at his choice of words. He then decided to make an entrance.

"Good morning Bella! And you too, Kunikida-kun."

He smiled at you.

You greeted him, and smirked.

"So, Mr. Handsome, you mean to drag me out of here at 1, but where do you intend to take me?"

He smirked back at you, leaning on his elbows on your desk, closing majority of the space between your faces.

"Where do you want me to take you, hmm?"

He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your face. You gulped at the intoxicating aura that this man carried.

"Where do you have in mind?"

He lifted one palm, and traced a pattern on your cheek with his finger. He traced the shape of your lips, making you part them slightly. Licking his own lips at the sight, he began leaning closer to you, eyes focused on your rosy lips.

Just as he was about to reach his destination, Kunikida cleared his throat.

"Get to work, both of you."

You both parted, looking away. You were beyond embarrassed. But you were also angry. You wanted to know what was going to happen, although you had a slight idea. You hated Kunikida for interrupting you.

Kunikida couldn't bear to watch what would have happened if he hadn't intervened. He couldn't bear to see you kiss another man. He knew that he was being stupid, but he just couldn't loose you. He wanted to confess to you, too. He had realized that he loved you, but it was too late now. You had already given up on him, and had found Dazai. He couldn't ruin it for you now. So he ignored you when you greeted him, shouted at you even though you didn't do anything wrong and gave you the cold shoulder to keep you away. Besides, you looked happy pursuing Dazai. Maybe he was the right man for you. It pained Kunikida to think this way, but it was the truth. You were better off with someone else. Maybe he just isn't right for you.

As he watched you and Dazai smile at each other from your positions on your respective desks, he couldn't help but notice your blush. You used to blush at his actions earlier. Now you don't even smile at him. He is the one to blame for that. But he felt a pang in chest, anyway.

Watching you with Dazai would suck all the happiness out of him. He would forever mourn the fact that he let you go. He ruined a potential relationship. Only now does he realize just how much he cares for you. Now, he could never have have you.

Abruptly standing up, Kunikida walked over to the washroom, avoiding any of your gazes.

Closing the door behind him, he took off his glasses, placing them in his front pocket.

Gripping the basin, he leaned into it to support himself. He looked into the mirror, and saw a defeated man look back at him, with blonde hair and tired eyes, desperately holding back his tears. What a pathetic state he has brought himself to. If only he had loved you before.

[nelliebrookstone]

( BRIANNE HOWEY, 29, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of ELEANOR ‘NELL’ BROOKSTONE. they’re the EMPLOYEE who’s known around the office as THE BURN BOOK, if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re SUPPORTIVE but PETTY, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who CRIED IN THE BATHROOM BECAUSE SOMEONE TOOK HER YOGURT. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

Greetings Earthlings, my name is Asha I am simply a fellow human from planet earth looking to hang out with my cool friends at the Build-A-Bear. I’m excited to be here! I have more information on Eleanor (nellie if you know here, nell if you don’t) below the cut! If you give this a lil like I’ll slide into your exclusive tumblr DMs to plot! 

So, who is Nell? Well let me tell you. As far as most people know, Nell is a former Masters Model turned Head of Talent Management for models. She’s a mix of sweet Alabama charm and scary dead smile energy, and she always has a compact for you to borrow in her purse. Most people know she always has a perfect french manicure and knows most people by first name. You might also know she recently divorced Parker and is no longer using his last name, please do not call her Mrs. Carson she’ll cry in the bathroom and then leave you a bad yelp review. You’re not even on yelp, you say? She’ll make one for you and then leave a bad review. 

But like a curated Insta, this ain’t it folks. So buckle up. (I say this dramatically but tbh she has had a pretty stable life)

Nellie grew up in a smallish town in Alabama. If you ask her, it wasn’t small at all. But it certainly was compared to large city centers, and definitely compared to New York. It was the kind of town where everyone knew your business, and Nellie had a lot of business. 

She was a teen queen! Head cheerleader, student president, shining volunteer of the county and Lady Alabama of 2010 (not to be confused with Miss Alabama, but if you ask her it’s basically the same thing). She was very involved in her community and her parents were well known in the area for their construction company. Everyone loved her that she was like the golden child of the town.

It was a great, privileged life! Her parents got married young, had a bunch of kids, and had the means to care for them! Her parents also have a very genuine love story, still passionate about each other years later. She and her sisters (all five of them) have always wanted a life like their parents’. 

The one difference between her and her parents remained her desire to roam and see the world. She wanted to travel, or at least live in a place where she could meet new people from new places. Moving to New York seemed like a great place to get some experience, though if you ask her mother she probably got the idea from some dumb TV show. She did. It was a lot of shows. And a lot of movies. There were a ton of romantic comedies that TRULY shaped this desire. 

she started sending in applications to various schools in New York. She was an honor list student with a lot of extra-circulars and passion to be at these places that shown through on all her apps. She got many a rejection, the one from Columbia was the hardest. It was the worst thing that ever happened to her at the time, so you can imagine how her life must have been. 

She DID get accepted to NYU for Public Relations! CHEERS ALL AROUND! She was so excited. She was gonna see the world and be a big city bitch 10/10. In college, she was quickly involved in everything from various clubs, to sorority, to trying to get involved with the community. It didn’t work out as well. New York was just such a different town...in that it was...big. And she wasn’t used to that. 

But she did meet a funky guy named Parker Carson! And they fell in love! And here is a short synopsis of their relationship: 

they met at a department store. Parker looked a little lost in the dress shirt area so she helped him pick out an outfit and the rest was, as they say, history. 

they had a great relationship at first, full of love and passion and fun times. he had a pokemon tattoo, she used to play pokemon snap. what a team! 

but really, they had a great time together...which led them to get married real early. In fact, for Nell, this was even a little late. She thought she’d be married with kids by 23. 

a lot of little things led to their downfall, but it can be boiled down to not fully understanding what it takes to live with another person who doesn’t mesh with your lifestyle. A big issue for Nell was kids. She wanted them, right then and there. He didn’t! No one’s fault, but it seemed to be a block they couldn’t get over. 

they’re divorced now. it’s fresh. she’s got a lot of conflicts about it. She cannot believe she is divorced before 30. she cannot believe she doesn’t have kids by now. She is under the impression she’s run out of time for everything, which is not true at all but it’s how she feels. She’s none too fond of the man at the moment. 

But listen! Nellie is a fun girl! She’s got a lot of ~zest~ for life and likes to do new things and try new places. She’s also just as comfortable spending the day at home on the couch with everything she needs within arms reach. She seems like someone who would be into partying but that’s really not her scene. She’s a brunch girl, a drive-thru movie theater girl, and an all-day 90 day fiance girl. She has an addiction to cherry cokes and always misses her stop on the subway because she gets distracted listening to her music and zoning out. She cries a lot during sad AND happy movies and can’t eat pork because she once knew a pig named Babe (no relation to the famous babe). Her favorite animal is the octopus and she volunteers with the homeless shelter every weekend. 

All of this doesn’t really come across in her work persona. She always seems like she’s extremely put together and very good at what she does. She’s quick, snappy, and not afraid to speak her mind. She’s a master at the backhanded compliment and is the master of the delayed burn (you won’t know you’ve been roasted until she’s down the hallway). She has a very charming way of speaking with a thick southern accent and tons of sayings that no one knows the meaning of, but sometimes that Nice Southern Girl smile comes out and you know she would be stabbing you if such an act were socially acceptable. Despite this, Nellie doesn’t think she’s a mean person. 

But I’m sure there are MANY people who think she is. Because...sometimes she is! No one is perfect, and she definitely has a reputation of being a major pain in the ass if you’re on her bad side. Nell remembers EVERY slight against her. Oh, she remembers when you commented on the amount of emails she sends. She remembers when you mentioned that you thought her font type was a little too bold. She remembers it all...and stores it in her mental burn book. 

This also happens often because she is...pretty sensitive. And because she’s going through a divorce, which is NOT what she had planned for in life, she’s like a stubbed toe away from a full cry every day. She’s started to invest in waterproof mascara but it’s not working out. She really DID cry in the bathroom over her yogurt. She also came back the next day and wrote a VERY angry letter on the fridge titled ‘to the person who likes to take things that don’t belong to them, I hope your mother knows she raised a THIEF.’

As petty as she can be, she’s also a great person to have in your corner. If you’re a friend, she will fight for you to the end. She’s very loyal and will often drop whatever she’s doing if you need her. She can be very generous, no expenses spared to lift up someone she loves. If you’re a friend of hers, she’s a great friend. The kind you can call at 2 am when she’s dead asleep and she’ll still come help you move out of your shitty ex’s apartment. 

Basically, Nell is a whole lot of things. Not all of them are great. But she likes to think of herself as a good person that cares about other people. She generally is! She’s also fairly good at having heart to heart conversations, and isn’t afraid to own her mistakes if she’s not still upset about the issue. But she’ll also try to ruin your career if you steal her yogurt. Fun! 

I’ll add more as I think of it, but for now I’m here for all the plots. Best friends, enemies, the person who caught her crying in the bathroom, the person who caught her angrily scribbling her name on all her yogurt, you name it! 

[fandomfanfics12]

Home Lives With You-Part 3

Title: Home Lives With You. Pairings: Steve x Tony Part: 3/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, blood, abuse (physical and verbal), ptsd, anxiety, bullying Summary: Peter’s been living with the abusive Thompson family for years, it was the only family in the system that would take him. When Steve and Tony get a phone call from the social worker who introduced them to their daughter Morgan for an emergency placement, they feel like they must pay back the favor. But are Steve and Tony taking on more than they can handle, and will Peter be able to adjust to a warm and welcoming family home? A/N: I was going to make you all wait longer but someone (you know who you are) was extremely persuasive, hope you enjoy. Also i’ll be starting a tag list so message me if you would like to be in it and sorry this part is kinda long lol.

Part 1, Part 2

When Peter opened up his bag at his locker, he was surprised to find a packed lunch waiting for him. There was even a little handwritten note that had nearly sent him to tears.

I snuck this in while you were in the shower, wasn’t sure if you’d have lunch at school, sorry if I overstepped.

-Tony.

Peter had just stared at the note, his heart pounding as it sunk in that he’d actually get to eat lunch today. And the lunch had been delicious, Tony had packed him an apple, a Nutella sandwich and had even gone as far as to throw in a juice box. Peter had all of it, not wanting to waste anything and being relieved that he finally had something to eat with the other kids at lunch. It was a small action but it made Peter’s day to know someone had thought about him and considered that he’d want to eat lunch. That someone had gone as far as to make him lunch. Even after his freakout this morning with Morgan, even after just popping up out of the blue. Tony and Steve had done so much for him, it was getting suspicious. While he was grateful he also knew that he needed to keep his guard up. They don’t actually want you. Steve said it himself, this is nothing more than an extended sleepover.

-

“Hey Rhodey, how’s your day been so far?” Tony’s last meeting had nearly bored him to death, he could’ve assessed the numbers himself and be done with the problem after five minutes. Instead he had to sit there for three hours and listen as his co-worker-Hammer-droned on and on and on.

“Tony is everything alright? Did something happen with Peter?” Tony let out a chuckle, Rhodey sounded so worried. Was that because he cared about the kid, or was there something that Steve and Tony should be concerned about?

“No things have gone alright so far.”

“just alright?” Tony cringed as he thought of the way Peter called them sir and how he flinched at every unexpected word or movement.

“He’s very nervous, but I think he’s warming up to us.” Tony paced, unsure if it really was too soon to be making this phone call.

“What’s the matter then? Is he eating?”

“So far, although it takes a little convincing. Why is there an eating problem we should be concerned about?” The kid was scrawny, but Tony had been a scrawny teenager too. Maybe he should look into a therapist?

“No, Peter had to live in some really poor conditions at his old foster home, I’ve been trying to get an investigation going for years but my superiors think its one less kid in our hands so it’s no longer our problem.” Rhodey growled and Tony shook his head, looking out of his big office window to his brilliant view of New York.

“We’re not sending him back Rhodey if that’s what you’re worried that that’s what this is about.” Tony reminded him and heard Rhodey take a deep calming breath.

“Then what?”

“I know we’ve only had him for a day and of course we want to see if this is just a honeymoon period but Steve and I were wondering if maybe we could keep him for more than a month?” Tony bit his lip, his heart pounded against his rib cage and anxiety clawed at his insides.

“Are you saying that you and Steve may be considering adoption?” Rhodey asked but there was so much joy in his voice that Tony relaxed, his heart slowing and his breath evening out.

“Maybe. I mean we’ve only had him for a night and there’s still a long way to go but the idea of having a son does sound pretty nice.” Tony admitted and Rhodey whooped.

“I had a feeling this would happen.” Rhodey admitted and Tony sat down at his desk, beginning to type in his password at his computer.

“It’s not a definite ask yet Rhodey, but we have a really good feeling about him. This is just an inquiry call…” Tony trailed off suddenly feeling guilty.

“I understand Tony and I wouldn’t ask for more at this point. You’ve only had Peter for one night, but I will get the papers drawn up for an extended stay in case you decide you do want him to stay for a while longer.” Tony grinned and pulled up his emails.

“Thanks Rhodey. I know it’s soon to be asking this kind of question but he’s such a good kid.” Rhodey chuckled.

“The best, I’ll go do the papers now and email you when they’re ready. All you have to do is call me when you want to sign them.” And then Rhodey hung up.

-

Steve pulled up his emails to show to his class his best friend’s favourite painting. Bucky had emailed it this morning. But at the very top, displayed on the large projector screen was the words in regards to our son.

“Mr Stark-Rogers?” someone called out and pointed to the screen. Steve’s brows rose and he looked back down at his computer. It was from Tony and a grin spread out on his face.

“Yes!” he did a little dance on the spot and his student’s laughed.

“What is it?” a bold student called and Steve shut the lid of his laptop and sat down on his desk, facing the class.

“Last night my husband and I got called by the social worker who gave us our daughter about an emergency placement.” They oohed and aahed and he nodded. “He’s sixteen and my daughter’s already calling him her big brother. Which is incredibly fast, I was worried she’d reject him. Get jealous of having another kid around but it’s been the opposite.”

“So you’re going to adopt him?” Someone called out and Steve chuckled.

“It’s still early days but my husband and I discussed it and we’ve asked the social worker to see if we could have him for a little while longer, just to see how it goes.” They cheered and Steve chuckled. It was moments like these that he loved being a teacher. Loved the connection that he built with his students.

“You’ll have to keep us updated sir!” Someone called out and he nodded.

“Promise I will, but that’s enough chit-chat for today. I’ll show you Bucky’s favourite painting next week…” Steve gave out instructions for the lesson but his mind was reeling. Rhodey had agreed, they were going to have a son. And it was practically set in stone now. No matter what issues arose or how difficult things got with Peter, Tony calling Rhodey had really been the biggest road block. Convincing Tony was always going to be the hard part, but they were in this together, they wanted Peter together and Steve knew that they were going to fight for their son together.

-

Peter wished he could feel calm and confident that Tony would be there to pick him up after school. He wanted to believe that he would come into the parking lot and that Tony would be there waiting for him, but he couldn’t convince himself of that fact. Couldn’t truly believe it. he could, however, convince himself that he’d get there and the parking space would be empty, that Tony wouldn’t be there. So when the bell rang, he took his sweet time making his way to his locker, his movements slow as he grabbed the books he needed, and didn’t rush to the parking lot. He wanted to live his life without disappointment for as long as possible. But when he got to the car park, Tony was waiting for him, Morgan in the back seat.

“Hey kid, how was school?” Tony asked as Peter put on his seatbelt.

“Good, how was work sir?” Tony tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited in the cue to get out of the parking lot.

“Good, boring, it was work.” He shrugged and Peter nodded trying his best not to freak out over the fact that he had actually showed up. He was actually picking Peter up from school. Peter looked out the window and could see Flash-scowling. Peter sank further down in his seat, but Flash was coming over. Without asking or thinking he reached forward and locked the door.

“Pete?” Tony asked but Peter just watched as Flash kept walking, not throwing them another glance. Peter’s heart was racing, how the hell was he supposed to explain that to Tony?

“sorry sir.” Peter mumbled and unlocked the door. Tony was frowning but didn’t mention it for the whole car ride back to his house.

-

Steve was in an exceptionally good mood on the way home from work. Just knowing that Tony was already seriously considering adopting Peter too seemed insane to Steve. Were they really going to expand their family? he couldn’t contain the grin. Soon enough he was pulling into the driveway and inside the house, the smell of pizza and garlic bread filled the house.

“Honey I’m home!” Steve called and heard Tony’s snort.

“you know you sound ridiculous right?” Tony asked as he came downstairs to give Steve a kiss.

“How are the kids?” Steve asked and Tony lightly whacked his arm.

“That’s insane.” He whispered and Steve furrowed his brows.

“What is?”

“kids, because we have two!” Steve chuckled and nodded his head, Tony’s eyes were wide and bright, excitement coated his features.

“I know.” Steve whispered and Tony shook his head.

“They’re good, Morgan’s colouring in and Pete’s doing homework.” Steve nodded his head, exhaustion weighing down on him.

“how was work?”

“Good, boring. Hammer wasted three hours of my day.” Tony grumbled and Steve chuckled.

“And we all know just how much you love Hammer.” At that Tony scrunched up his face and stuck his tongue out at Steve. They began to make their way to the kitchen.

“I could have assessed the numbers myself, Hammer’s just bored with his day so he’s trying to ruin mine.” Tony grumbled and Steve chuckled.

“he’s not that bad.” At that Tony spun around and pointed the tongs he’d just picked up at Steve.

“Fine next week you can deal with him all by yourself.”

“next week?” Steve asked and leaned against the doorway.

“Boss’ birthday?” Tony asked and Steve groaned. He hated those parties, hated dressing up in a suit with people that all acted so snobbish especially towards Steve.

“do we have to go?”

“Do we have bills to pay?” Tony asked and Steve sighed.

“Fine, but we can bail early right?” Tony nodded his head, grabbing the garlic bread out of the oven.

“Yes dear, but only after birthday cake.” Steve sighed but accepted the compromise. Tony hated those parties too, but he wasn’t talked down to by his co-workers.

“We could ask Pete to babysit.” Steve said and Tony rose his brows.

“I like your line of thinking.” Steve chuckled and Tony grabbed some paper plates.

“Kids dinner!” Steve called and heard doors open upstairs.

-

Peter froze in the doorway, heart pounding in his chest. Steve had said kids, which meant both of them. But was that a slip of the tongue? Did he really mean it? Morgan watched him and slowly he moved towards her, trying to look calm and collected.

“Do you like pizza?” she asked as they descended the stairs and Peter shrugged, then realised she wasn’t looking at him.

“uhh sure.” They reached the bottom of the stairs and she ran for the kitchen to where her parents were waiting.

“Hey Peter.” Steve said as Peter entered the kitchen.

“Hello Mr Stark-Rogers.” Peter said and Tony handed Peter a loaded paper plate which had pizza and garlic bread on it.

“thank you sir.” Peter said and Tony chuckled.

“What movie are we watching tonight princess?” and Morgan giggled in response.

“Star wars!” she cried and Steve frowned.

“We’ve watched it six times now.”

“But Princess Leia is so cool!” Morgan cried and Steve nodded.

“alright, do you like star wars Pete?” the question caught Peter off guard. He’d heard about it, his friend Ned referenced it all the time.

“I haven’t seen it.” he admitted and the Stark-Rogers household froze.

“you haven’t seen star wars?” Tony asked slowly and peter shook his head.

“I haven’t seen a lot of movies actually.” He admitted and they stared at him in disbelief.

“Jurassic Park?”

“No sir.”

“Alien?”

“No sir.”

“Indiana Jones?”

“No sir.”

“Gone in sixty seconds?”

“No sir.”

“surely you’ve seen the John Wick movies?” Steve added and again, Peter hadn’t seen it.

“No sir.” His stomach was starting to curdle at all the things he hadn’t seen, the things that set him as different from other kids his age.

“The matrix?”

“no sir.” They looked more and more distressed and a sense of guilt filled Tony. Was this a serious flaw of his? Were they going to get rid of him for this? He liked it here, they didn’t beat him and they gave him warm food and rides to and from school. He didn’t want to get kicked out.

“That’s it, we are going to have to give you an education in quality movies.” Tony said and Peter relaxed, that didn’t sound too bad. Peter followed them to a part of the house he hadn’t been to yet, a room near the back. There was a large leather L-shaped couch, a projector and a huge screen. The walls were covered in DVD’s, all alphabetically arranged. While the Stark-Rogers got comfortable on the couch, Peter sat down on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked and Peter looked over at him.

“Sitting down sir.”

“Are you sure you want to sit on the floor?” Was Peter allowed to sit on the couch? The thought bewildered him and Tony glanced to Steve.

“You can sit here with us if you want Peter.” Steve offered with a gentle smile and slowly Peter rose, easing down onto the couch. His ribs were screaming in agony by now, the cut on his side throbbing constantly. It was nice to sit on something as comfortable as the couch.

“thank you sirs.” He said softly and both men looked too stunned to respond. Tony just turned on the tv and got the movie ready. Every muscle in Peter’s body was tense, what if they changed their minds and sent him back to the floor? How long would this nice act last?

-

Tony snuggled into Steve’s side and Steve wrapped an arm around him. He loved movie night, and he loved watching Peter’s awed face as he experienced star wars for the very first time. It was very amusing, even Morgan started to look for his reaction instead of the movie. Soon enough the credits were rolling and Peter’s mouth had gone slack.

“Alright princess, bed time.” Tony said, pulling away from Steve and stretching as he stood up. Morgan just scowled at him.

“But I wanna watch the big kid movie with Peter!” she cried and Tony chuckled.

“who said we were gonna watch a big kid movie now?” Steve asked, looking ridiculously handsome and amused.

“because Peter doesn’t have to go to bed!” Tony swept Morgan up and off of her feet, into his arms and she pouted.

“That’s because Peter is a big kid. And you’re half asleep anyway.”

“am not!” she proclaimed and Tony chuckled, he couldn’t take her seriously when she was this cute.

“Say goodnight to everyone.” She rested her head on Tony’s shoulder in defeat and Steve beamed at the two of them.

“G’night.” she mumbled, Tony could feel her going slack in his arms.

“Good night Morgan.” Steve said, grinning and Tony looked at Peter who was watching her in awe.

“Goodnight miss.” She nodded and then Tony carried her out of the room, wondering how long it would be before Peter referred to everyone by their names.

I wonder if he’ll call me dad one day?

-

Peter nervously sat with Steve as they waited for Tony to return.

“so what are we going to watch now?” Peter asked, wondering if that’s even what they wanted to do. They could just be having a serious talk with him, kicking him out. Or maybe they didn’t want Morgan to see the beating? He knew he shouldn’t have sat down on the couch. Knew that he should move to the floor while they waited, but Peter couldn’t bring himself to. His wounds ached and throbbed and the idea of moving seemed too much.

“I think we should get the John Wick movies out of the way, Morgan will lose patience and try and sneak in eventually. I’d rather her see the snake in gone in sixty seconds than the murders in John Wick.” Steve was smiling and Peter tried to return it. Tony appeared again and flopped back down on the couch, snuggling into Steve.

“that was quick.” Steve mused and Tony nodded.

“Despite her best efforts, she fell asleep as soon as I tucked her in. are we watching John Wick?” Steve’s grin widened and he nodded, Peter nervously eyed them from the couch. Was he allowed to stay there for this movie too? Was he really allowed to watch two movies in the same night? he waited for the other shoe to drop. For them to tell him he needed to scrub the house clean with a toothbrush or maybe they were going to demand he paint the driveway or-

“Hey Pete, can I ask you something.” Peter inhaled sharply, here it was.

“Of course sir.” Peter said and they both sat up straighter, both looking nervous. They’re not going to ask me to do chores, they’re going to kick me out. And Peter was filled with a sense of despair because he liked living with Tony and Steve. So far they’d been nice, they hadn’t hit him and they’d fed him and given him his own room. And here they were, about to kick him out. The wound in his side throbbed, anticipation rattled through his bones and he waited.

“Next Friday is my boss’ birthday party. Steve and I are going to be out late and we were wondering if you wouldn’t mind babysitting Morgan for us?” they both looked so earnest and Peter’s entire body relaxed.

“I’d love to.” He admitted and both men grinned.

“Really? Thanks Pete.” Tony turned back and settled in against Steve whilst he got the movie ready.

“We’ll leave some money so you can order a pizza and you can even have a friend come over if you want.” Peter nodded his head but didn’t have the heart to tell them that he didn’t have a friend to invite over. not really. Sure there was Ned, but they weren’t that close. Peter was more shocked that they were letting him buy a pizza for himself and Morgan. But the movie was starting and Steve’s head was resting against Tony’s and so Peter relaxed into the couch. They were at the very least keeping him for another week, he could relax a little bit.

-

When the movie was over, Peter had thanked them and vanished back upstairs. Steve looked down at his husband who was frowning at the space on the couch where Peter had been moments before.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Tony wondered and together they sat forward.

“I think we should check on him, it can’t hurt right?” At that, Tony nodded. They threaded their fingers together and made their way upstairs, and Steve could hear retching coming from the bathroom.

“Pete?” he asked, knocking on the door.

“I-I’m fine. Fine really.” His shaking voice croaked and Steve let go of Tony’s hand to open the door, Peter’s frail body curled up over the toilet bowl.

“Peter.” Steve stepped into the room and dropped down beside Peter who was breathing heavily. Tony went downstairs to get ice.

“Shh it’s alright.” Ragged breaths came out as Peter struggled to drag in a breath, his hair a mess and vomit on his shirt.

“I’m so sorry.” Tears streamed down Peter’s face and then Tony was back, a cup full of ice.

“Start the shower.” Steve said and a moment later there was running water. Steve tipped the cup full of ice down the back of Peter’s shirt and the boy gasped, Steve rubbed soothing circles between Peter’s shoulder blades. He helped Peter to his feet, the boy’s breath starting to even out and pulled Peter underneath the freezing cold water. He gasped again and then Steve turned the water off, the both of them shivering.

“Better?” he asked and Peter nodded, his eyes wide.

“how did you do that?” he whispered, his voice raw.

“Steve gets bad panic attacks sometimes too.” Tony said and handed them both a towel. Steve held his tightly against himself and Peter pushed back his wet hair.

“I don’t understand.”

“The cold water shocks the nervous system, it’s how we shocked you out of your panic attack.” Peter nodded and then looked down at the floor.

“I’m sorry sir.” He mumbled and Steve squeezed his eyes shut.

“It’s not your fault Peter, do you want to talk about what caused it?” Tony’s voice was soft and gentle, Peter just shook his head.

-

It had been the movie. Seeing so much graphic violence had sent his brain back to nights in the basement with Mr Thompson, he’d managed to sit there through the whole movie, but as soon as the credits rolled Peter had to get out of there. He didn’t want to tell them about what had triggered the panic attack, it would only bring on a larger conversation that Peter wasn’t ready to have with them yet. Peter had been instructed to take a shower and get changed into warm clothes. He’d made sure only to use the cold water despite how much his body yearned to be warm and then made his way to his room.

Before he knew it they were back, standing there with concern on their faces. They’re not going to let me look after Morgan. Not after that, they’re going to kick me out. He hadn’t unpacked his bags yet and now he wished he’d had. Just so he could stay here for a little while longer, even if it were only five minutes.

“Want to tell us what that was all about now?” Tony asked, breaking the silence.

“No sir.” Peter was on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest. The bed was soft, comfy and he wished that he’d be allowed to sleep on it.

“Pete, please talk to us.” Steve murmured and Peter shook his head.

“What can we do to make this better?” Tony asked and Peter’s eyes met theirs.

“You’re not kicking me out are you?” his voice wobbled and he dug his nails into his palms to stop himself from crying.

“kicking you out? Of course not!” they both moved so they were seated on either side, wrapping their arms around him and he cried out as someone’s hand brushed his wound.

“Pete?” they both immediately pulled back but he was crying as the pain radiated throughout his body. Fuck. He thought and curled in on himself.

“What’s wrong?” he could identify the voice as Steve’s but he just shook his head. Then his shirt was being lifted up and one of them gasped.

“this looks bad honey.” Peter slowly uncurled and looked at what Tony was seeing, the deep cut that was now a green, seeping pus and looking rather swollen.

“shit.” Steve breathed and Tony raised a brow.

“You’re freezing Pete, how’d this happen?” Tony asked but Peter just shook his head.

“please don’t beat me.” he whispered and Tony’s eyes widened. He looked to Steve who was standing now.

“I’m going to take him to the hospital.” Steve said and Tony nodded. They helped Peter to his feet, his whole body trembling with fear now. there words weren’t sinking in, the panic was just rising.

“I used the cold water and I slept on the floor and I swear I haven’t taken any extra food other than what was offered and-“

“Peter honey we’re not going to hurt you.” but he was sobbing and shaking so hard that he collapsed to the ground. He curled up in a tight ball, hands covering his head and mind racing. He wasn’t sure he could take this, and then there were hands on him. Peter flinched but it was just Steve, scooping him up into his arms. He carried Peter downstairs and then put him down in the backseat, buckling him in.

“It’s going to be alright Peter.” He whispered and Peter nodded, sobbing now. soon Steve was in the front seat and driving, the car only filled with the sound of Peter’s whimpers.

[localminstrel]

Stray Kids reaction : when crush!reader asks to paint/draw a picture of them

Warnings : little smut (Minho and Felix reactions), cursing (Seungmin reaction)

Tag : gender neutral!reader

Words : 6 597

Note : hey, it’s my first reaction so be nice please ~ Also english is not my native language so sorry if they are so mistakes ^^’. I maybe make it a little longer so, hope you like it !

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Chan

You and Chan are friends since highschool. He has a crush on you since then but never told you. One day, you were at the Stray Kids dorm, in Chan’s room. He was on his computer, composing while you were sitting on his bed, drawing. But none of them turns good. Angrily, you crimple the papier on which you were drawing and throw it all over the place. Chan looks at the papier and turns to look at you, surprised.

« _Y/N, what happened ?

_ I cannot draw ! It piss me off ! The whole idea is in my head but once i take my pen, my lack of talent blows up at me ! »

He giggles, looking at you angry face.

« _Stop laughing, i’m angry.

_ Sorry but i found you really talented. I can’t do half of what you doing. But if you struggle with one idea, change it maybe ? »

You humph, crossing your arms over your chest. But you turn to look at him, well, more like starring. He begins to be embarrassed and you speak before he could.

« _Well, good idea. Come over here. I want to draw you.

_ What ? No Y/N i don’t have time, i need to work !

_ Come on, you need a break ! Come here, you don’t have the choice. »

He sighs as he moves his chair closer to you. You sit properly on his bed, in front of him, your skechbook on your knees. He looks down on you, embarrassed because this is the first time you asks to draw him.

« _You can draw well while i’m like that ? High up ?

_ Yeah yeah, don’t worry ».

Then, the two of you don’t talk. You are concentred in your drawing, looking at this face from time to time and he’s obviously getting more and more embarassed as you stared at some part of his face, like his eyes, nose, lips. But you’re to focus on your work to noticed. Well, this is a good opportunity to him to look at you too. Even if he’s doing that for a couple of years, he never gets the time to look at you in details like that, shameless. He looks at your lips a lot, dreaming about them since a long time ago.

« _ Plump… » You mumble, head down on your skechbook.

_ What ?

_ Oh nothing, i just think you really have plump lips ».

You don’t watch him but his ears turns red instantly and he giggles a bit.

« _You can watch it closer if you want ». He don’t know what just happened to him, where this boldness is coming from, when he sees you lift you head up.

« _Okay » You say as you stood up, your face a few inches from his face.

He gaps at the sudden proximity, his eyes in yours, way to much closer for his heart. You stop drawing as your eyes quit his for his lips. He just freezes, just looking at your moves with straight panic. When he saw you closed your eyes and link your lips, his breathing stops again. When you move back, he can’t help but smiles at you and pulled you into a tight hug.

« _Oh god you can’t imagine how long i’ve waited for it ».

Minho

You and Minho knows each other since college because you end up roommates. You are so glue to each other people in your entourage calls him your ‘one brain cell twin’. And his friends calls you the ‘dumb couple’, even if your relationship is platonic. Well, but Minho has a crush on you and all of his friends knows it (poor boy is not very subtle). He wants to tell you because he’s craving to hug and kiss you but he also don’t want to ruin your friendship and your colocation.

You have this habit of going tag some random lost places together and this night is the night. This is also the night he decided to confess. Because he thinks it would be a great chance : your exams are finished, in some time you and him will go back to your family for summer so if he got rejected, he don’t have to see you all the time. He try to hide his nervousness while you dressed up, all black (huge sweater, jean, sneakers, cap and mask) but you noticed it.

« _ Hey Minho, what’s up ? You’re doing a fourth turn to your laces.

_ Ah ? Hum ? Oh nothing, nothing, i’m just afraid we get caught.

_ We’re doing this for 2 months and we never heard a police siren, i think we’re good ». You laugh as you got out of your appartement, in the landing.

_ Yeah, you’re right, i’m dumb ». He says as he locks the door behind him.

The night was good. Full moon, sky covered in stars ; the full package. You two walks in silence in the street, going to your favourite spot. You struggle to find a empty place to paint because you truly going there to often but you managed to find a great wall, large enough for you and Minho.

« _Hey partner, i have a idea.

_ I don’t like when you have idea Y/N. Especially when i’m involved.

_ Shut up. I want to paint you on that wall and you don’t have the choice.

_ Paint me ? No way. Are you dumb or something ? The police will found me if you do that.

_ Haaan you’re a baby. Of course i’m not going to paint your face. No, it’s just my way of showing my love to you and celebrate the end of the semester.

_ Oh you love me ~ ?

_ Of course dummy. How can i bear you everyday if i doesn’t ? Well, stop being cheesy and take the pose ».

You’re putting your mask and your glasses on and, thank to it, you don’t see Minho’s face turning really red. You gave him an opening and he gonna take it. So Minho approachs you while you’re facing the wall, shaking your bomb paint. You’re already start a draft.

« _How much do you love me ?

_ What ? I don’t know. What are you doing here ? Go further, i can’t see you properly if you are too close.

_ And what if i want to see you closely ?

_ You don’t see me enough everyday ? » You laugh as you punch him a litte. But he stays still.

_ Please Y/N. I agreed you to paint me to celebrate the end of the year but i want to celebrate it in my way to.

_ Fine. What do you want me to do ? Because if i don’t agree, you won’t shut up and let me do what i want, right ?

_ I want you to show me of much you love me.

_ I’m gonna paint you on a wall for memories on your friendship. It’s not clear enough ? »

He don’t answer but get closer to you, his chest barefly touch yours. He begins to slide your mask to your chin.

« _Minho, what are you doing ? You frown.

_ I guess it’s clear, yes you’re right. » He whispers as he leans closer to your face. « I should show you of much i love you too i guess ».

He stops a few inches from your lips. When he saw you close your eyes, he smiles and crashes his lips on yours. When he feels you starting to return the kiss, he can’t be more happy.

« Well, the kiss with the glasses on is not really a good idea » You say as you pull of.

_ I agree. Let take this off ».

Quickly, Minho remove his glasses and yours and throw them on the ground before kissing you again, more strongly. To deepen the kiss, you pass your arms on his neck as he pulls you againt the wall covered in paint.

« _Minho », You say with heavy breaths but he can’t stop kissing you « the wall… paint… my hoodie’s gonna be dirty.

_ Well, let take this off too. »

And you two begins to make out half naked and covered in pain. The sense of alcohol begins to tickle your nose. You two are about to fucking each other here when you heard a police siren, a few blocks away.

« _Fuck, we should go ! » You say as you push him, collecting your belongings and put back your clothes on weirdly.

As you runaway with loud laughing, Minho asks you.

« _ Promise me we continue this at home.

_ We gonna continue this all the time if you want ».

You can’t but laugh when he screams loudly in the night, from happiness. In your tag area, the wall of mischield don’t have a paint of Minho. Insteed, a shape of your ass and your back can be easily guessed.

Changbin

You were part of the make up team for Stray Kids since 1 year and a half. Mostly, you doing the make up of Chan, Minho and Changbin. You are not really close to them, keeping a relationship purely professionnal but you had some conversation during their make up. Changbin was the most talkative and mostly, he just talking while you nodding with a smile. The thing you don’t know, is that he had a crush on you for a few months now and the reason why he’s so talkative is because he’s nervous. So basically, you grew close to him because sometimes, you can’t just not answered him. And the boy remembers some things you tell him.

You are quite famous on Instagram, not a huge star but you got a little reputation. So one day, you got a phone call and an email from the Seoul Fashion Week : they need some make up artists and they like your style. You were super nervous but you accept. They gave you the theme of the year and the names and pictures of all the models you gonna make up. You notice all of them had some really sharp faces and you need to do a different make up for all. You start to panic, you are not accustomed with sharp figures, the only one is Changbin. So you start to do some make up plans based on Changbin’s face but none of them are accurate. You sigh as you put your face on your desk.

You know Stray Kids has a day-off the next day and you hesistate to ask Changbin for help. However, you call him anyway and after he check with his manager, he’s agree. So you’re now on your way to Stray Kids’s dorm.

« _Really, thank you for helping me, i’m so sorry to bother you ». You say as you sat in front of him, next to his room’s desk, where all your belongings takes place.

_ Don’t worry, it’s my pleasure to help you. Working for the Fashion Week is really a big deal.

_ Haha thank you. You’re a true angel. » You chuckle as you begin to draw his face quicky on your sketchbook, already thinking about the make up you could do.

_ Oh no, haha, you are ». He laughs, nervous as fuck.

You begin to do hundred of make up plans of his face, sometimes apply some products on him. As usual, he’s really talkative and make a lot of non funny jokes who laugh to anyway.

« _Whoah, you are really dynamic today. What do you eat, batteries ? » You laugh as you try some contouring on his chin.

_ Oh no, i’m always like this.

_ Changbin, i know you, you are extremely loud today.

_ No you’re wrong.

_ Changbin…

_ Ok ok right ! It’s because i’m nervous ! You’re making me nervous !

You look at him, confused.

« _What, me ? Why i make you nervous ?

_ Because… because… » His voice goes lower and you barely heard what he says next « because i have a crush on you... ».

At this time, your head exploded with red as you pull down your brush on the desk.

« _Oh my god, this is so awkward now ! I’m sorry, really sorry, forget what i say, i talking non-sense, I- ! »

You’re shutting him with a kiss because you can’t stand his monologue anymore. When you pulled back, he was so shocked his mouth’s still open. You laugh a little.

« _Now that you are quiet, i can talk now. No, it’s not gonna be awkward. I’m really happy you have a crush on me because you don’t make me indifferent either. So now, i’m gonna kiss you everytime you need to shup up ».

He laugh as your threat as you pull him into a big hug, getting some foundation on your face and collar.

Hyunjin

You and Hyunjin are both students in an art school, while he’s in the Dance Departement and you in the Visual Arts. You have friends in common so you hang on a little bit but you’re not really close. He has a crush on you since he saw your paitings. Well, to be true, he saw your art before you and fell in love with it. So when he finally meets you, he was crazy about it but acts cool. So, from there, he wants you to paint him. But he’s way to shy to ask you directly and you are too blind to notice his little tentatives.

It’s exam time and you can’t find a model for your final art. It pissed you off, none of your friends can’t because they’re busy too. As you look at the window, sighing, you see Hyunjin dancing in the atrium, hearphones on. It hits you. How could you not think of him ? You were amazed by his beauty the first time you see him but you never trusted your skills enough to paint him. Well, mayve it’s the time to try, you think as you’re make your way to Hyunjin.

On an other half, Hyunjin managed to stay cool when you ask him to pose for you while he’s screaming in his head. Well, he may or may not agreed to you too enthusiasly. But you didn’t noticed, too happy too finaly found someone (yes, you’re quite dumb).

So you and Hyunjin found a empty classroom and while he’s sitting on a table, you sit next to him. You’re major on portraits so you have to be close to him to see all the details on his face. At this stade, Hyunjin don’t know if he could die of happiness or embarassment. You begin to measure every part on this face with your tape measure to have all his proportions. Hyunjin shivers everytime your finger brushs his skin.

« _Do you mind if i take pictures of you ? I’ll draw only the first draft today because this is gonna be a lot of work and i don’t want to bother you on other days and ask you to be still for hours.

_ Oh i don’t mind, you can call me anytime ! » He says to you, excited like a puppy.

_ No really, it can be really exhausting for the model to be motionless and i can’t ask you that while you must work your exams, i guess.

_ Well, you can take pictures of me, but really you’ll never bother me. And don’t worry for my exams, they are next month.

_ Haha you’re so nice to me. What did i do to deserve you ? » You giggle a lit bit. « But really, you’re not realise the amount of time we need to spend together. I can’t impose that to you. » You begin to take your camera out of your bag but he takes your wrist slowly to stop you. You look at him, confused, as he takes both your hands in his.

_ Y/N. You will never bother me or impose your presence to me because i have a crush on you. I fell in love with your painting and i fell in love with you after. I’m litteraly dying for you to ask me to draw me and now that you finally did, no way i’m gonna quit. I’ll help you for your final as long as you need me and if you accept me in your life after, i’m gonna be here forever ».

You stare at him, both of your hands still in his. You just nod, smiling a little. Then he smiles harder and gives you a big hug. When he pulls back, he kiss your forehead.

« _I’m so happy i could die.

_ Before that, let me finish my exam please. »

Jisung

Jisung was so disappointed to learn that you don’t gonna debut with him. Because he wants so much to be in the same team as you. For him, you got the whole package : danse, sing, rap, face, everything.

One day, he find you alone in a practice room, satting on the flood, back against the wall struggling to do something on a paper he couldn’t see.

« _Hey Y/N, what are you doing ? » He says as he sats next to you.

_ Oh hey Jisung. PD-nim says we need to find a talent to show on broadcast so i try to learn to draw but i’m really bad at it.

_ Really ? It’s finally something you can’t do ? » He giggles as you hit him. « Show me what you did.

_No way, you gonna laugh at me.

_ Come on Y/N, this can’t be that bad !

_ Oh yeah ? Ok, shut up for a minute and let me draw you ! »

He smiles as you begin to scratch the sketchbook with your pen. After a few minutes, you show it to him and he can’t but burn into laughter.

« _Whoa, you’re not lying. Either you are very bad at it, either i’m really ugly and my mirror is lying to me all this time. »

You sigh and you give him a fake smile. You’re lacking and you are upset about it. When Jisung noticed you’re about to cry, he start to worry.

« _Y/N ? What ? What’s wrong ? I was being too far ? I’m so sorry, i don’t want to make you sad.

_ No… no it’s not you, Jisung. It’s me. I’m a failure, i’m just a big failure, i’m lacking about everything and i’m just lucky to be here. » You say as you throw up your skechbook all of the practice room and burry your heard in your knees.

_ Oh no, it’s not true. You are amazing. »

When he sees no reaction from you, he forces your head to light up and look at him, his palms on your cheeks. Your eyes are wet.

« _Listen, you are the most talented person i know. You are in the top trainee and this was nothing to do with luck, you work so hard for this. You can’t draw, so what ? Your dream is to become an idol, not a painter. And if you truly want to draw, you can learn it. It’s easy to learn you know ? You just need a pen and a paper ! You have years to learn how to draw ! And really, don’t you dare insult my crush in front of me ». He finish while laughing and release your head from his palms.

You blink.

« _ You what ?

_ My crush. I have a crush on you since forever and i’m a man of taste so i’ll never gonna like someone who is lacking. So, obsvioulsy, you’re not lacking. »

You begin to laugh as he pulls you into a tight hug, laughing too.

« _You’re a dummy but you’re lucky i love you too ». You say, as you wipping your tears.

Felix

« _Felix ? »

No response from the guy. He was so focused on his Fornite game he don’t heard you.

« _Felix ? Hey oh ? Yongbok !

_ Yah, i see you, where are you going? I’m gonna kill you ! » Is the only reponse you got from him because he was just screaming in his earphones.

Sighing, you move on the couch next to him to pass your hand in front of his eyes. The Stray Kids’s dorm was empty expect you two.

« _Wait what ? Y/N ? What are you doing ? I’m playing !

_ But i’m bored ! Let me draw you ! »

He turns his heard quickly to you before returns his attention on the TV, making a weird look.

« _What ? Draw me if you want but i’ll keep playing ».

You and Felix are friends for a couple of years and he recently develop a crush on you. However, he’s way too good at hiding it and just act with you like nothing change. Except when you give him PDA. It’s his weakness. So when you begin to sprawl onto him to beg him, he flinchs a little. But he tries to resist, even if the feelings of yours arms and body next to him are way too much for his imagination.

« _Feliiiiix !! Come on ! I want to make a good portrait of you !

_ My game is almost over Y/N, wait ! »

_ Ooooh no. I know you and your game are never over. »

When he don’t answer, you decide to take drastic action : you climb onto his laps, back facing the TV. TV that he couldn’t see anymore.

« _ Wait, Y/N, are you doing ?!

_ Now, you are obligated to focus on me.

_ But i’m almost first ! »

At the same time, the tv plays the « you’re dead ! » song.

« _Oh, look like you’ve lost now. Too bad. » You say ironically as you turn your head toward the TV. When you concentrate again on him, you begin to be worried. His face was red and he looks like he don’t breathing anymore.

_Hey, Felix ! Are you okay ?! What’s wrong ?! » You leaned unconsciously closer to his face, moving your hips at the same time. Weirdly, Felix begins to breath again – heavily breathing – as he try to moved and gets a better position.

_ No-nothing, i’m o-ok. Can you move please ?

_ Oh why, you’re quite comfy.

_ You got what you want, my game is over and i accept to be posing for your drawing, can.you.move.please. » Each time your hips move is a supplice for him and his now awaken-erection.

_ Pff you’re not fun- Oh. »

Now, you realised why he wants you to get up. But, you’re quite on a teasing mode.

« _You only got what you deserve to ignoring me. But it’s kinda flattering, thank you i guess ? »

Felix laughs as what you say.

« _Listen Y/N, if you get up, i tell you a secret ok ?

_ Oh, looks like you finally know how to talk to me. Alright ».

You return to your initial position : sitting cross-legged next to him.

« _So, spill the tea.

_ Well, Y/N, we know each other for a long time now, right ?

_ Yeah… it’s not really a secret you know, i don’t have amnesia.

_ Oh you’re really annoying. I like you dumbass ! I have a crush on you ! I only realise this not that long ago and you are not really go easy on me ! »

He got scared when he sees a smirk on your lips. In one movement, you’re back on his laps, kissing him with some eager.

« _You still owe me a drawing.

_ Whatever drawing you want » he whispers onto your lips before linking them again, hands on your hips.

Seungmin

« _Oh my god, he’s such a dick ! »

You yell in the studio while shutting your phone, resist to the urge of throwing it. Your friend and  photographer, Seungmin, jumps as he heard you.

« _Whoah Y/N, what’s wrong ?

_ This motherfucking dude just cancels our meeting tomorrow morning because, apparently he has other plans and ‘you’re not famous enough’. Who does he thinks he is talking to ?! Hum ?! I have ten art galeries all over the world and i’m under 30 ! One of my paiting is exposted in the Louvre museum and i’m not dead yet ! But nooo, for him, he’s too pretty for me and i’m not worthy. He can go fuck himself, this fucking narcissus ! And now, i have to find someone quickly because i have to make a draft to present to the director of the exposition in two days ! And it’s fucking 9PM and i can’t call anybody ! Oh my god ! »

You are just a mess of yelling and screaming right now, walking angrily in circle in your working studio. Seungmin can’t talk to you because your mouth can’t shut up.

« Wait. » You stop and turn at him with a scary face. « I can draw you ! »

He startles when you run towards him, shaking his shoulders.

« _Please Seungmin, i’m begging you ! Let me draw you ! Pleeeeeease ! »

Seungmin has no other choice but accepts. But, even if you were not begging at him like that, he would help you, of course. While you set up your work, he sits on the chair in front of your workbench and remembers how you begin to work together. He had a crush on you since then, 3 years ago. You were searching for a photographer to help you take some references. You suck at taking photos and you are upset when you can’t take a good picture of a landscape or anything to redraw it later, for practice. So you find him on Instagram and you two match. Starting from this time, he was always with you, at your work but even at home because you are roommates. During your meetings with models, he takes photos of them on every angles so you can polish your painting later. What you didn’t know, is that he takes of lot of pictures of you too. He finds you stunning when you are focused. He thinks he can make at least 3 exhibitions with them.

« _But i can’t take photos, you’re okay for the final ? Because this is just a draft, yeah ?

_ Yeah this is just a draft so don’t worry, i’ll be quick. Oh i don’t need photos ». You say while you sit on your stool and begin doodle him.

« _ What do you mean you don’t need photos ? He asks, confused.

_ Ssh Seungmin, let me focus ».

He closes his mouse but after a hour and half of staying still, he gives up.

« _Y/N, i’m tired right now and it’s going late, you’re taking your time for a draft. And i’m hungry.

_ Ssh, i’m inspired. I’m almost done.

_ I already saw you inspired and i know you’re taking your time. Come on, i’ll give you pictures so you can finished it later. The director just need a draft.

_ I told you i don’t need pictures ! And i’m almost done ! »

He noticed you’re hiding your head behind your sheet. Sighing, he gets up and walk to you. When you raise your heard, you noticed he’s a few inches away from your face.

« _Seungmin, what are you doing ? Return to your chair » You’re frown.

_ No, i’m fed up and i’m wondering why you don’t need my photos anymore.

_ Fuck, ok ! I don’t need your pictures because i look at you some much during the past 3 years that i know your face and all your features by heart ! Happy now ?! So let me finish my work. » You lower your head with shame while he start laughing.

_ Why are you laughing ?

_ Is it a confession ?

_ No.

_ Ok, so i’m doing mine, dickhead. I like you, Y/N, even if you’re annoying, stuborn and perfectionnist. If you know my face and body by heart, i know yours too. So i’m returning to my chair only if you agreed to let me take you on a date someday ».

Seungmin almost freaks out when you don’t answer. But after a few minutes, you look at him in the eyes, face red as possible and grumble a little ‘ok’ before waving at him to go sit. He laughs as he kiss your head before obeys you.

Jeongin

At first, you scared Jeongin a little bit. He’s shy with strangers and you gave him such a fierce impression that he got scared. You were his bestfriend’s relative and each time he got to your house to play with your brother, he can’t but bow to you awkwardly, praying that you don’t talking to him much that needed.

But as time goes by, you end up talking a lot, playing games with your brother and he finished to see that you are really nice and caring. He hearded his bestfriend – your brother – talks about you a lot, like how he was proud of you for your art studies, etc. So Jeongin begins to have a little crush on you. But he scares that you just see him as a little brother or just your brother’s friend so he don’t have plan to tell you.

One day, he rings your doorbell and your mother opens, welcoming him with a hug. He founds you and your brother sitting on the couch, drawing equipment all over the place.

« _What are you two doing ? » He asks as he sits on the armchair behind your brother.

_ I’m doing my book ! I want to be a caricaturist so i ask nicely to my family to be my guinea pigs ! » You say to him with a excited smile.

_ More like forced » You brother grumbles and you hit him, telling him to shut up because you don’t finised your drawings.

_ I’m almost done Jeongin, meanwhile, you can watch my previous drawings ! »

He nods and tooks the amount of papers you extend to him. He was amazed as how good all the drawings look, you succeed to make good caricatures about your family members. The details are really well-made and he can recognize the people he knows.

« _Whoah, you’re so good at it, Y/N.

_ Really ? Thank you ~  Wait, i finish the little goblin here and i’m doing you after. »

Your brother hits your feet while Jeongin looks at you, panicked.

« _Oh no no Y/N, no need.

_ Yes please ! Your smile is perfect for my art ! »

He can’t but agree because he found you to cute to deny it any longer. So now, it’s his turn to sit awkwardly in front of you on the couch. Jeongin heards your mother calling you a demon from the table’s kitchen.

« _Pff, nobody acknowlege my art in this house » You grumble as you take another paper. « So, Jeongin ! Make your biggest smile for me !

_ Are you sure ? My smile is not really beautiful…

_ And so ? I don’t want to draw a beautiful smile, i want to draw yours !

_ But i have braces…

_ I don’t care either. You are perfect just the way you are and this is what i want to draw you ».

He looks at you while blinking his eyes but don’t know what to answer next. So he just smiles at you and you give him a wild smile to encouraging him. This session was quiet, expect for your brother who tell you to speed up so he can play Mario Kart with Jeongin. But Jeongin doesn’t want it to stop. He loves how you look at him, how your face changed everytime you think about something different while drawing. He loves everything about you and he makes a promise with himself : one day, he gonna confess to you.

[dimensionwriter]

Robot Roomate

You bit you lips in anger and anxiety. Your robot roomate, Elliot, has just vanished from your flat with no trace. If he were to leave to do anything, he would always tell you. So him just disappearing for almost a week, with no sign of communication, had you all over the place.

You thought back to last week to see if anything could cause this. He wasn't acting weird in any way at all. He actually seem to be in a better mood then usual. So, why did he leave all of a sudden?

You actually missed him. You missed that sleek screen that he had a face. He wasn't able to talk, so he used his screen to communicate. If he were too angry, he would start spamming angry emojis or just a knife emoji. You missed his sleek black body that shine even in the dark. He would get so angry in the summer when he would easily over heat and his fans would whirl very loudly.

Gosh, you really did miss your best friend. But it didn't seem like he miss you at all. Not a single text or email, not even a fake ad. He is very capable of hacking into anything he wants, so sending you a simply text or email is completly easy for him.

You snatched your phone off the table and checked it for the thousandth times. Still nothing. You open your app message and clicked on his name. You quickly sent him a passive agressive message.

"Hey, just checking in on you since you left in such a hurry you couldnt tell me."

You waited, but got no response. You closed the app and threw it on the other side of the couch you were laying on. You stomach let out a small growl causing you to sigh.

Usually Elliot would be the one to make you lunch. He was such a good cook and loved to show off with any chance he could. His favorite meal to cook was breakfast because he truly did believe it was the most important meal of the day, even though most of the time you would wake up past 12.

A soft knock at the door caused you to look over at it in confusion. Who is visiting you without calling you first? Unless...

You stomped over to the door and slammed it open. You were met with a black screen that a puppy on it. The puppy eyes were widen and seem to be getting closer.

"Don't you dare try to pull those puppy eyes on me," you yell flicking his screen. The image corrupted and the puppy eyes disappeared. "Explain yourself mister."

Nothing appeared on his face and you started to worry. Did something happen to him? Was he kidnapped?

You glanced at the side of his screen and you noticed that he had a red lining the bottom amd sides of the screen.

"Wait a mintue," you mumbled taking a step back to look at your best friend. He was wearing a tight white shirt with some black jeans that was low on his hips.

Through the white shirt, you could that he now had red lights outling his abs, causing them to be very noticeable through the shirt. Another line appeared on the edge of hips and disappeared underneath the pants.

"What the hell did you do?" You said in shock as you grabbed his arm which was folded behind his back. You pulled his arm up to see that the blue band around his upper arm was now a glowing red. It seem to be flowing around in a delicated dance behind the thick glass.

Something soft gently pressed against you face causing you to look down. His hand was was bigger than yours, which was usual. But the bottom of his hand, which use to have a sleek glossy finish, now was mat black with black silicon on his finger tips.

Your head was pushed up to see he had typed something on his screen. "Do you like it?"

You open your mouth to say something, but you couldn't. How could you say, 'You are the most beautiful thing I have laid my eyes upon and I love you so much. No matter what you do or how you change physically, I will always love you' in a friendly way?

You went for the giant smile with thumbs up. The words faded off the screen leaving only the shiny reflected screen.

1's and 0's flodded the screen and moved rapidly across. You tried to decode it, but it was moving too fast for you to understand him. Is he glitching out?

"Elliot," you said grabbing his face and pulling it down towards you. The numbers stopped and you were capable of reading one word before it all faded away: Rejection. "What was that? Do we need to go to the repair shop?"

His giant hand slide ontop of yours and slowly slide his fingers into yours. The silicon softly rubbed against your fingers as he let out an inaudible sigh.

"Do you like me?" The words appeared quickly before disappearing. Your eyebrows scruntched up in confusion. Elliot seems to be upset for some reason. He usually likes to use emojis or hand gesture with his words to let you know what he's feeling. All he doing is using words in a normal robot font.

"Of course," you said instantly looking at his screen.

"Well, I don't," he typed out in the plain font. Your heart dropped and you felt like your throat was closing up. You must have did something to anger him. Why is he acting like this? "I love you."

His screen came closer allowing you to see every pixel in the words. The bottom half of his screen slide up, but before you could look, you felt something press against your lips.

You jumped at the sensation of something soft and plump. It was warm and made your lips tingle. The thing pressed harder against you, almost like it was desperate.

Elliot pulled away and that where you actually saw it. Half of his screen was there and all that remain was a mat black chin with a pair of red silicon lips. The screen started to extended again covering the new feature.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry," the words covered the screen complete as he took a step back. His hands covered the screen as 1's and 0's started to appear.

"You have lips," you stuttered out in shock. You pressed your fingers against your own lips and still felt thw warmth. Elliot's lips touched your lips. He kissed you.

"I do," he typed in a small blue cursive font. "I'm so sorry. I got caught up in the moment and I should have asked for your permission. I don't even know if you like me. I don't even know if you are willing to start dating a robot. I'm so stupid. 11001001000." His screen covered itself with the numbers. He's panic rambling again.

You grabbes the front of his white shirt and pulled his down. You pressed your lips against his screen and relaxed at the sensation of the cool metal against your lips. The sounds of whirling fans met your ears making you laugh.

"Give me a chance to say I love you too, idiot," you muttered staring at the red lines going across his screen. You chuckled as you saw you lip print on his screen.

"You love me," he said in bright blue with a bold font. You nodded your head with a smile on his face. 1's and 0's and zeros appeared and were bouncing around the screen. You translated it to," She said she love me."

"So, wanna tell me why you got such an upgrade?" you asked grabbing his hand and webbed your fingers inbetween his. His squeeze you hand as he looked down at it.

"I felt like I was too plain for you and looked just like any other robot. I wanted to be special for you. You deserve something better than me. Hell, even the universe isn't worthy of you. You are just so… beautiful, wonderful, and extraordinary. While. I'm just D.C.X. version 102. There's millions just like me, so why would you chose me?" The text got smaller as he went on. You gripped his hand harder and put your hand under his face to lift his screen up. You gave him a gentle patience smile to show you woul still be here no matter what.

"So, I thought that if I changed that I could catch your eyes for a little bit and show you that even though I'm not much that, I can make you happy." You were speechless from his accusation. Something that was built to be perfect felt like it wasn't enough for a creature whose species is still trying to find ways to fix themselves.

"Elliot, if you ever doubt yourself again, I will hit you with a screwdriver. You are perfect the way you are, you don't need to change. I'm the one who feel like they aren't worthy of you." His screen flashed a dangerous shade of red as he shook his head. He gripped your hand tighter and pulled you into his chest. You were met with the scent of metal with a slight hint of vanilla.

"I could give your a million and five reasons on why you are wrong. But since that will take too long, how about I take you to dinner and prove you wrong?" he type in a red cursive still with a red rose emoji at the end. He brough his right arm arouns to reveal a bunch of white and red roses.

You smiled with pure happiness as you grabbed the flowers from him. You looked up at him with a smirk. "I'll go only to prove you wrong."

He leaned down as the bottom of his screen slide up. His lips pressed against yours and you closed your eyes.

"I do appreciate that upgrade," you mumbled open your eyes to see his screen. A low hum came from him which was his signature laughter.

"I also have a tongue that I can stick out for when you do stupid things," he said in orange comic sans and his lips parted to show a bright orange silicon tongue. You laughed as you pushed him away.

You loved science.

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Hey, would you guys be interested if I did hcs (well I guess cannons) for my OC's. If you guys have any question about them, I would be happy to answer.

[jgroffdaily]

Jonathan Groff knows you may not like his Mindhunter character too much by the end of your binge. FBI agent Holden Ford started out on David Fincher's simmering Netflix crime drama as a likable enough hero—"a boy scout with a great idea," as Groff puts it. But as his pioneering research into the minds of serial killers begins to take off, his ego rapidly gets the best of him.

“Holden’s kind of feeling himself in the last three episodes," Groff acknowledged when I spoke to him last month. "But I felt that his journey wasn’t hard to empathize with, because I could totally track what was happening to him. His frustration with the OPR, his frustration with his co-workers, his frustration with his girlfriend—it all made complete sense to me."

The season finale found Holden licking his wounds after multiple tough, if well-deserved, rejections—from his girlfriend Debbie (Hannah Gross), his partner Bill (Holt McCallany), and potentially the entire bureau. And so, in the episode's intensely unsettling final scenes, he takes a trip to California to visit Ed Kemper (Cameron Britton), the first serial killer he ever interviewed, for a reunion that ends up bringing him back down to earth in psychologically brutal fashion.

Below, Groff breaks down that chilling final beat, Holden's controversial decision with that high school principal, and why he was initially nervous about how the show would be received.

That finale scene between Holden and Ed Kemper was deliberately played like the climactic beat in a warped love story.

I love the evolution of the Ed Kemper-Holden Ford relationship, the arc of it through the season, and the way the writers put in this energy at the end almost like Ed is this jilted ex-lover. Holden is so completely different in his final scene with Ed than in his first scene with Ed. In that first scene we see him buttoned up, horrified, scared, and then in their final scene you have him sort of begrudgingly come back to visit Ed when he’s got nobody else in his life. It’s that sort of desperation and need that drives him straight to the center of it all with Ed. And Ed is the one who gives him the wakeup call.

I remember when we were in rehearsals, [series creator] Joe Penhall saying, "What if Ed hugs him? What if the end of the first season is the serial killer hugging the profiler? Isn’t that a horrifying image?" Cameron is so amazing, and when I read the scene with him for the first time, the hair stood up on the back of my neck. That final scene was easy to act, because he is truly terrifying.

Though Mindhunter’s characters are only loosely inspired by real-life FBI profilers, Groff and McCallany are in regular contact with John Douglas, who wrote the book upon which the show is based.

Holden is a completely different beast than John Douglas, but Holt and John and I are on an email chain together. I started by reading his book, and he’s so forthcoming and honest about his personal experiences there. He talks a lot about the emotional and physical toll that speaking to the serial killers, but even more so the victims, had on him, which obviously is a huge part of all of our characters' journeys.

If you were troubled by that storyline about the principal who refused to stop tickling children—and felt Holden was probably right to get him fired—you’re not alone.

Right? Come on! He’s so weird! One of the things David said that really stuck with me in rehearsals was: I’m only interested in arguments where both sides are correct. I think that scene is a perfect example, because [the writers] were very meticulous about which characters were going to empathize with which side, and I think hopefully some viewers will err on one side and others will err on the other. But I’m with you, obviously, because I played Holden and also I think the easy answer is: just stop doing it! I love the complexity of the phone call, because Holden doesn’t outright say yes, fire him. He gives his honest opinion without asking them to do anything. He does take these bold steps, but they’re also completely justified.

Groff was unsure how the show would be received, and whether its rhythm would jibe with viewers.

I didn't know if audiences were going to have the patience to watch people talking. I fully believe in the show and I believed in David's mission statement—that there wouldn’t be big action sequences, that it would be this cerebral look into the minds of serial killers and into the minds of people that are investigating them. In a world where TV has to be so sensational because there's so much of it, Mindhunter really is just people in rooms talking. So the reactions I’ve had where people say "I’m so addicted, I can’t stop watching," I find it so inspiring that conversation can have such intrigue and interest, and that people want to lean in and put their phones down, because you can’t text and watch Mindhunter. You have to give it your full attention, I think. The fact that people are willing to put their phones down and turn the lights out in their apartment and sit with these characters and do this deep psychological dive, that’s thrilling.

Often my favorite scenes to do are these incredibly clinical, dry informational scenes where we're with Wendy and Holden and Bill, and they're kind of contextualizing the information that we got from the serial killers. You're watching the whole Behavioral Science Unit come together. We'd be doing the scenes and I'd get butterflies in my stomach—even the idea that at the end of Episode Four, getting funding could be so dramatic! Or that the climax of the penultimate episode could be us having a fight about OPR in the basement. The way David has made this intellectual psychological material feel so important and immediate and dynamic is a revelation to me.

[whatittak-es]

10 PRACTICES THAT MAKE A GREAT HUSTLER

As an entrepreneur, you’ve probably dealt with your fair share of failure. It’s the name of the game, and often inevitable. However, there is an attribute that is completely in your control that you are capable of honing. What is this attribute that can mean the difference between failure and success? Hustle. But if you’re not a natural one, how can you mold yourself into being a great hustler?

When you hear the word hustler (especially outside Silicon Valley) does it bring negative connotations to mind? You might picture a guy in a dark pool hall downplaying his skills until he puts up a large bet and suddenly flaunts his talent, hustling his opponents. There are a number of negative images of hustling like drug dealers, rigged carnival games, or street vendors selling illegal goods.

Yes, all of these situations are examples of hustling, but … hard-working people are hustlers, too. Hustling, depending on your means and motivation, isn’t always a bad thing.

Your Startup Needs a Hustler

In fact, in terms of your startup’s success, I want you to think of hustling as a great thing. Think of athletes sacrificing their bodies to make the tough play or putting in endless hours at the gym to improve their game.

Hustlers go all out every day, pushing past their breaking point. Even when they are exhausted, hustlers never quit doing the hard work, putting in the long hours others won’t. Hustlers always work to better themselves, and the hustle is what separates the champions from the losers.

Hustling is an art form

It’s earning or making something from seemingly nothing by maintaining the mindset of a go-getter. While hustling gets a bad rap from the criminal acts it’s often associated with, it’s not a crime. Hustlers don’t wait for success to come to them; they go out and get it for themselves.

In entrepreneurship, hustling means doing whatever it takes, legally, for your startup to be successful. If you’re not sure how to start honing your hustler status, start by following these ten practices.

1. Never Lean Back

A hustler always pursues progress and constantly works to get things done. One way to learn to become better than you currently are is by setting bold goals. Set goals that are uncertain and a little scary. An uncertain goal might not work out, but working toward something that is not a foregone conclusion is all part of the hustle. Setting an audacious goal and doing everything you can to make sure it gets reached is a sign of a true hustler.

By never leaning back, you aren’t tempted to halt your pursuit of perfection. It’s not so much about feeling like you never have enough as it is about working to improve yourself and your startup everyday.

2. Promote Yourself

Self-promotion is a necessary part of being a hustler. There is a balance to find in this hustle between complete humbleness and being a jerk in self-promotion. While you don’t need to plaster your social media and blog with personal accolades, you do need to be dedicated to promoting your startup by telling people what you are up to.

You’ll want to show confidence in your startup’s successes. It’s hard to hustle in something you don’t believe in, so don’t be afraid of self-promoting and showing your belief in yourself and your startup.

4. Don’t Fear The Critics

Putting yourself out there is a risk. Be ready for haters and don’t let them slow you down. One characteristic of hustlers is their ability to brush off criticism and rejection without getting embarrassed or upset. In fact, you need to be completely indifferent to the haters.

As a hustler, you have to answer even negative emails, respond to harsh critics, and make sales pitches to investors who seem less than interested. It’s all part of doing everything you can to make your startup work. No matter what you do, you’re going to have to deal with critics, but if you want your startup to be successful, you have to ignore the haters.

While you might find it easy to ignore the critics when they are practically strangers, sometimes the critiques come from the people we love and trust like our family and friends. They may not understand why you are doing what you’re doing, and they may not share your vision — and they don’t have to. However, this can be a difficult situation, since you likely care about what they think of you, and you may even find yourself giving in to their point of view. As hard as it is, you have to move past them as well.

Hustlers are able to ignore negative feedback, bad advice, and even criticism from loved ones. As a hustler, you should be so busy doing the work it takes to be successful that you don’t have time to be worried about how other people, both strangers and family, view you.

5. Make Connections

The saying “It’s all about who you know,” holds a lot of truth in relation to startups. As a hustler, you need to make connections with many people in many industries to get your startup out there and help ensure its success. By nature, hustlers tend to be very social, which is beneficial to the business aspect of your startup.

While you can use your connections to sell your product or service, don’t forget that some give needs to accompany the take. Use your connections as your go-to source for buying what you need for your startup, and the symbiotic relationships will benefit everyone involved.

As an entrepreneur, you can’t be the type of hustler that just shakes people down for what you need. Understand how to treat people well, be genuine in your relationships, and treat your connections fairly.

6. Take What You Need

If you can’t get what you need, you might be forced to take it. That’s essentially the main characteristic of a hustler: going out and getting what they need. However, in the startup world, it’s going to be a little more difficult than just grabbing and going. It will likely take a lot of hard work. You might need to ask friends and family for help or even make cold calls.

7. Show What You’ve Got

People should know what you’re capable of and fear your potential, but do it in a way that keeps you approachable. Be aware of the situation and know when is the right time to use your killer instinct.

8. Carry Yourself with Confidence

Yes, the fact that you are working for the success of a startup means you probably haven’t been in the game for long. However, you should carry yourself like you’ve been at it for years. Showing confidence is especially important for making good first impressions. Carry yourself well and dress to impress to let people know you are ready to hustle.

Even if you know you might not be the best man for the job, others don’t need to know it as well. Conduct yourself with confidence without being overly cocky. As a hustler, you need to be confident in dealing with others, and you will likely have to take charge of the situation to make sure things get done.

Don’t be afraid to be the Alpha and control the outcomes of certain situations and meetings.

9. Hone Your Street Smarts

You may have been a star student, but out in the real world, you need more than book smarts. As a hustler, you need to have street smarts as well. Trying to run a successful startup means you’re going to be faced with many unexpected situations and challenges.

Many of these situations will require quick decisions and reactions to keep your startup successful. You will begin to have quicker reactions — which rely heavily on street smarts. By taking the time and the challenge to hone those skills, you will be much better at reacting to those unscripted moments — which is another mark of a great hustler.

10. Never Make Excuses

If you want to be a great hustler, you are not going to be able to let off the gas; you will have to outwork everyone else. A successful startup requires much more than a nine to five schedule. Prepare to burn the midnight oil in order to see your startup be successful.

We mentioned at the start that talent and luck are typically out of your control. However, you might find that as you work harder and hustle more, your luck starts to improve, and you learn to work smarter.

Even if you become a great hustler, you’re not guaranteed to be faced with failure. If you do fail, take responsibility for it. You are hustling for one purpose, and that purpose is to have a successful startup. Failure should not be an option and you definitely shouldn’t make any excuses for your failure.

TAKEAWAY

Maintain the mindset of a hustler at all times. Be obsessed with it, do whatever it takes, and believe in what you are offering. If you’re not obsessed with becoming a great hustler, then you will never truly be one. It’s hard to hustle for something you don’t believe in, so believe in your product or service and its ability to solve the consumer’s problem.

In order to be a great hustler, you need to enjoy doing it, even when it gets hard. By believing in and enjoying what you are doing, it makes it that much easier to get up every day and hustle even harder to reach your goals and startup success.

Originally published at www.startupgrind.com.

[accidental-memory]

A Chain of Events: “Steakgate“

Dave Rubin works for The Young Turks (TYT) for some years. He leaves the show to pursue his own agenda.

He tries to hit a hard centrist position, but the audience that watches him sees this as an opportunity to get far-right ideology discussed openly and proudly by mass-upvoting videos he releases featuring right-wing figures and loudly demanding even further-right interviewees.

He soon joins the audience in decrying the “regressive left” and has Jordan Peterson, Lauren Southern, Stefan Molyneux, and Milo Yiannopolis on his show; earns a great deal of money by the engagement of the right-wing audience; and is now being financially backed by the Koch Brothers.

So, suffice it to say, he’s all-in.

Google, meanwhile, has been receiving a lot of attacks from the right for blocking right-wing and republican content from showing up in search results. The actual policy that Google enacted is to not promote grifters and sources of fake news, not by removing them from the results but by not giving them undue weight.

(You can see the disingenuous way in which the right tries to convince people that this is happening by looking at Steven Crowder, who recently tried to convince people that other right-wing YouTubers were scrubbed from search results by searching for them on YouTube and finding nothing. However, anyone who knows what to look for noticed that he’d enabled filters that specifically prevented them from showing up.)

Today, Dave Rubin made a post on Twitter about being on Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’ mailing list after receiving an email talking about the Green New Deal from her. She responded:

“This is the official Congressional press list, not a supporter mailing list. Our apologies, as someone must have mistaken you for a journalist. That’ll be fixed right away.”

Rubin’s brain then seemed to stop working, responding:

“It’s true I’m not a journalist nor have ever pretended to be. But truly that was the most clever thing you’ve ever said.” [three clap emojis]

Then Tim Pool (who if not a nazi is certainly always seeking to be surrounded by nazis) comes out of the woodwork to support him, trying that “lean into the fire” tactic that everyone can see through:

“AOC accidentally complimented Dave yet tons of lefties are cheering as if its an insult

Dave has repeatedly rejected that he was a journalist

AOC implies some view him that way

Bold compliment for a man who denies being one”

So, wait... Rubin rejects the title journalist. Because he doesn’t like journalists. But somehow being called a journalist is a compliment. Cool, good.

And then, Rubin replies:

“The best is the ‘journalists’ worshipping her for it. Such impartial protectors of our freedom!

Fear not, I’m doing just fine...”

And then he tweets a close-up photo of a steak.

(Cody Johnston’s translation of this moment is pretty good: “It was a compliment to be called a journalist, the profession I hate. As proof, I am eating dinner.”)

Okay, so, this is spiraling out of control. But now, we get to the meat (pun intended). A troll account photoshops Dave Rubin’s steak photo into Google Images and makes it look as though Rubin’s steak photo was pulled hurriedly off of a Google search. Then someone who happens to work for Google takes this image at face value and retweets it.

AHA! Someone that Rubin can attack! And it’s a Google employee, no less! Rubin spends several. SEVERAL. Tweets. Excoriating and lambasting this guy, who right off the bat apologized but clearly he hasn’t genuflected enough to Rubin’s liking.

Like, seriously, he makes the entire fiasco about THIS to distract from everything else.

In summary: Rubin has a moment of emasculation on the internet when AOC dunks on him real good and hard, so he reaffirms his manhood by tweeting a photo of a steak he's eating, a troll account photoshops it into a Google search to make it look like he pretended to be eating the steak, and then a real person who happens to work for Google doesn't doublecheck the source, retweets the photo, and Rubin starts attacking him and Google despite the man acknowledging his mistake and apologizing, directly to Rubin, because Rubin believes (with no evidence) that Google has a bias against the right because Google called a bunch of grifters' bluffs and decided not to amplify hate speech which the right has been pushing and the right leaves out the hate speech part and whines about it so loudly that people like Rubin get duped into thinking it's liberal censorship.

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Friday Classes Ain’t for Us

I did a piece on an example of public relations I came across in my everyday life. This particular piece agrees with and supports the point the message I received expresses. I also discuss why this was a wise method to spread the word.

Public relations (PR) can be found any and everywhere. Quite frankly, this commonness has caused many a PR message to be overlooked or miscategorized. The University of Illinois at Springfield is rich with public relations messaging, but this knowledge lays practically dormant in the consciousness of students. Flyers, emails, UISTV ads in the cafeteria: all of these are constantly overlooked and ignored, even though they are literally everywhere and seemingly unavoidable. All of these messages encourage viewers to do something: go to an event, vote in this election, or email a campus official to either make or break a notion.

One particular message pleaded for students to do the latter: stop the addition of Friday courses. It was in the form of an email and was sent to this semester’s Intro to Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies (WGS) student roster. Funnily enough, this email was not sent out by a student petitioner who really dreaded the idea of giving up class-free Fridays. Instead, it was a professor: Dr. Michael Murphy of the WGS Department, and the professor who teaches the course. In the email, he provided background on the situation, what was changing, and why it affected this class. It also stated the amount of opposition against the change and why students and faculty both were so resistant to it. The email ends with a unionizing statement: “If you share our concerns, I urge you to take action: ..,” before promptly listing people to contact with said concerns. See Figure 1 below:

Figure 1    The email in question.

At first glance, the message seems rather innocuous despite the inciting language at the very end. It felt generally informational and not necessarily persuasive in nature. However, after reading it a few times and truly processing the words, one can see the email uses card stacking as a persuasive technique. Card stacking is “[t]he selection of facts and data to build an overwhelming case on one side of the issue, while concealing the other side” (Wilcox, et al. 152). Murphy only provides information about why Friday classes should not be instituted, and nothing about why they should. He builds quite the case against the new schedule, and also paints the administration as inconsiderate. Murphy speaks on how commuting students and professors will be most affected by the change while also mentioning how the schedule alteration might also effect all students’ work lives and resume building. He also says that “[w]hen the administration proposed these changes both the faculty and student government STRONGLY objected,” yet a new SCS involving Friday courses was created and proposed anyway (Figure 1). All of these things are phenomenal reasons for why students should email student government representative and two of the most renowned chancellors on campus, but there is no room for why the new SCS may be good for students in this email.

Furthermore, Murphy’s emphasis of the following: “the addition of classes on Fridays; the elimination of daytime seminar time blocks (like ours) for 4 cr. courses”, the word ‘strongly,’ and “[i]f you share our concerns..,” is a way of playing on students’ emotions (Figure 1). By bolding the biggest change proposed by the new SCS, it made the concept seem ludicrous while simultaneous giving students the feel of being targeted because he personalizes it with the phrase “like ours”. The capitalization and use of the word ‘strongly’ speaks for itself. The idea that student and faculty opinions were ignored so blatantly sends a sense of indignation surging up in hearts of students on the receiving end of this email. Finally, by bolding that call to action and specifically using the word ‘our’, Murphy appealed to the students’ sense of community. This is email is not simply for his benefit, but for theirs as well.

To put it simply, emails like this are often overlooked simply because a fair amount of students do not even check their emails regularly. Also, students who do check emails regularly, tend to ignore emails that do not directly affect them: such as class cancellations, important meetings, or sudden changes in the homework or scheduling. However, the concise and apt writing does inspire a need to speak up in students. This is an issue that people at UIS have been discussing since the fall semester of 2015. Murphy’s assertion that faculty and student government were vocal in their rejection of this proposal was not false. Members of the Student Government Association and professors alike were talking about this issue often in the spring semester of 2016, which caused talk and debate amongst students of the general public. Briefly, the conversation was abandoned and forgotten, but this email has stirred the pot all over again. Since this conversation is being revived across campus, despite students overlooking their emails, this message has hit its mark.

 Works Cited

Figure 1. Rae Colyer, 2017.

Wilcox, Dennis L., et al. “Ethics and Law�� THINK Public Relations, 2nd ed., Pearson Education, Inc., 2013, p. 184.

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How to Tell the Truth (Even if it’s Uncomfortable)

Hiya Gorgeous,

Truth has been a big theme for me lately, and it seems to be sending me messages everywhere I look. Deep echoes of it in Glennon’s incredible interview a few weeks ago, repeatedly pulling the “Tell the Truth” card from my deck, an unexpected email about truth-telling from by my pal, Gabby—even Netflix suggested a flick for me to watch! “Dishonesty: The truth about life. Why we do it, when we do it and how society suffers from whoppers and little white lies alike”.

Okay, message received!

So, I meditated on why sharing our truth is so important and here’s what I came up….

We all want to fit in, be loved and get invited to the party (even when we don’t want to go). We’re communal, pack creatures and we thrive when we feel connected.

At the same time, we crave authenticity and messy realness. We want to honor our uniqueness—to be truly seen and heard—and we look up to people who are brave enough to stand out and use their voices.

Truth-telling is how we show up for ourselves. Proudly tell your #truth. Do it w/ grace & #compassion: http://bit.ly/2lU5G2r @Kris_Carr

Yet when these two desires are in conflict (fitting in vs standing out), we often err on the side of fitting in. So, we start to hide and only share parts of ourselves—acceptable, tidy parts that don’t make waves. Going against the grain, and possibly being rejected, is just too painful.

We may even find ourselves telling little white lies to keep the peace. Teeny-weenie fibbers that don’t ruffle feathers. In fact, these teeny-weenies are so small that we can’t imagine any harm being done. I mean, it’s not like we committed a crime or something.

But, what if it sorta is? Now, I’m not talking about a major felony here—it’s more of an offense against ourselves because all of those teeny-weenies add up.

We say we’re happy when we’re not. We pretend to like something when we don’t. We settle instead of shining. We don’t stick up for ourselves, or others, or animals, or the planet because we’re afraid of the consequences of rocking the boat and so on.

Over time, our little white lies pull us further away from our true selves and our true power. Plus, stuffing our feelings almost always leads to resentment. Yuck.

So, what’s the solution? Unapologetic truth-telling.

Lately, the universe is guiding me to double down on truth-telling. I’m realizing that time is going by quicker than I want it to, and I haven’t had a chance to say things to people I Iove or soak in sunrises I’ve missed.

Plus, our world is in a shit-ton of hurt and it’s making me ache, so now is not the time stay quiet or tell teenie-weenies. Spirit is calling me to be more of who I really am. Bold, full-blooded me. And, the same may hold true for bold, full-blooded you.

If you feel like the universe is dismantling your comfort zone, perhaps it’s a sign that areas of your life are out of alignment with your truth. And, it may not only be dishonesty with others. Maybe the Universe is asking you to stop telling yourself teenie-weenies—“I’m not good enough” and other such bogus nonsense.

I know that’s true for me. In fact, the Universe is being kinda annoying and relentless. If I’m too shy or scared to share my truth, the universe is sharing it for me.

Relationships that don’t serve my soul-growth are drifting apart, business opps that don’t excite me anymore are less lucrative, personal issues I’ve been avoiding are flaring up like spiritual roids. It’s ouchy but liberating—like a reckoning and a resurrection.

Here’s a harmless example: I recently shared something on Instagram that one of my followers called a bunch of things, including “unacceptable”.

“To who?” I thought. Just because I stepped out of the box she put me in, doesn’t mean it’s unacceptable. It’s not that my actions should have been different, it’s that she and I have different views—and that’s OK. If we differ in opinion, I’m up for a constructive conversation. If she can’t tolerate that my opinion is different from hers, that’s not my problem. I refuse to contort myself to please people. It’s a sure fire way to lose myself. Plus, I don’t plan on staying in a designated lane for anyone—and neither should you.

Truth-telling is how we show up for ourselves and become more of who we really are. Proudly tell your truth. Do it with grace and compassion. Be mindful and gentle if you need to be. Remember, you can be a truth-teller without being an asshole.

If your genuine truth causes pain to others, you can say you’re sorry—just not for your truth. You’re sorry because you understand that your truth has consequences, but it’s still valid and it still needs to be heard.

Be willing to be vulnerable. Be willing to make the first move and even look foolish. Your truth requires you to be naked, but that doesn’t mean you’re unsafe. Again, your truth is your power. Your truth is also courageous. Our culture typically portrays courage as a monumental act of human bravery. But, more often than not, it’s so subtle you can barely identify it. Everyday courage to tell your truth means you make the effort rather than taking the easy way out.

So, the next time you want to shrink and tell a teeny-weenie, try this instead:

1. Ask yourself why you don’t want to be truthful. 2. What’s the emotion that’s driving you to be untruthful (fear, sadness, loneliness, etc.)? 3. Spend time with this emotion. See it for what it really is. 4. Bless it, thank it, let it go. 5. Then, tell your truth.

Each time you catch yourself about to tell a teeny-weenie—stop, drop and kindly share your truth instead.

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Sharing your truth is how you develop your unshakeable voice. Plus, your truth is your direct line to your intuition and to the Divine. It may make folks uncomfortable from time to time. But, it’s not your job to be the protector of the Universe.

Peace & truth-telling,

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