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obsidiancreates · 2 months

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Catching Up (With No Murders This Time!)

(I just wanted Shawn and Abigail to like, see each other again and get a little closure since they broke up under such horrible circumstances.)

"Hey, sweetheart. I just wrapped up a case and I just so happen to be next to that awesome bakery you love, do you want- sweet! Uh, no, no Gus with me, your croissant will make it to you with no bites taken out of it. ... No, I'll buy my own so I'm not tempted either. Yeah, well, Selene called and told him Charlie is running a fever so he sped off before I even finished the wrap-up. Oh, gotta go, someone is about to try and get the last Nutella-filled one."

Shawn hangs up and rushes up to the counter as the person who's eyes were lingering on the Nutella-filled croissant is about to order. "You know, I am amazed you guys still make these, because I heard that hazelnuts and chocolate combined can give you hair loss."

The woman freezes, and Shawn almost does a little celebratory shimmy- until she turns around.

Shawn's mouth parts in shock. "Abigail?"

"Shawn?" Abigail blinks. "Are you really..." She leans in and whispers, "Why are you in San Fransisco?"

"I- I uh, moved here. A few years ago with- uh, well with my wife." He holds up his hand. Please don't let this be awkward, please don't let this be-

Abigail holds up her hand, showing off her own wedding ring. "We match."

A tension Shawn hadn't realized he was holding bleeds out of him. "Look at that!" He grins at her. "Who knew us crazy kids would ever find that, huh?"

"Who knew. ... Oh, you um, wanted the Nutella."

"Yeah, if- it's Jules's favorite so I just-"

"Jules? The detective you worked with? ... Actually, that makes sense."

"... Is that a... bad, 'that makes sense'?"

"No, just... it makes sense. Here, uh, I'll have the regular chocolate instead. My husband is allergic to hazelnuts anyway, I'd have to brush my teeth before kissing him, it's... a whole thing."

They order, and sit together while waiting for the coffees.

"So, um... how long have you been married?" Abigail asks before taking a bite of her pastry.

"Let me see, uh... six years, now? ... Holy crap, I've been married for six years. ... What uh, what about you?"

"Four. We met through the program I do, for teaching abroad."

"Ha, that's cool. I'm a detective, I married a detective, you're a teacher, you married a teacher... fits, it-it fits good."

"Yup."

"... Sorry about uh... all the stuff I put you through, back then. Taking you to crime scenes and client's houses was a little-"

"Stupid?"

"I was going to say offbeat, but... stupid works too." They both give a small laugh. Shawn awkwardly picks at his own pastry, Jules's sitting in his lap. There's a beat of silence that's just agonizing.

"How's Gus?" Abigail looks up at Shawn again. "I mean, I just assume you're both still doing the psychic detective thing."

"Oh, Gus is great. He uh, he got married too, about four years ago now, just before the whole uh... pandemic, thing. She's basically a clone of him, but a woman, and they've got a kid."

"Let me guess. You're the godfather."

"Which still freaks me out, by the way. He's a great kid though. Smart and awesome, just like his dad, and it looks like he got The Super Sniffer too. Gus says it's too early to tell, but-" Shawn puts a finger by his temple. The movement feels weird. He hasn't really leaned into the whole "psychic" thing for a few years now, and when he does he usually use the finger-to-eyebrow device anymore. When was the last time he did? ... Dear god, it's been ten years. Ten years since he moved out of Santa Barbara.

"Time really flies," he finds himself saying."

"Tell me about it." Abigail shakes her head. "My husband and I adopted, about two years ago now, and she's just... shooting right up. When she started walking I couldn't believe it."

"Gus couldn't either. I think he showed me the video about a billion times."

"Crying?"

"Absolutely weeping, yes."

"Nice to know some people never really change."

"Mmmm, I wouldn't say that. He's done some pretty badass stuff since you last met him."

"You do know that seems... a little far-fetched."

"More far-fetched than the time we had to prove a polar bear was framed for murder?"

"... I'm not sure if I believe you about that."

"If we had time, I could condense each little weekly adventure into about a forty-three minute story each."

"That's not very condensed."

"... You're right, it's not." Shawn nods, and looks up as the bell on the door jingles- he hears Abigail laugh a little about it and mumble that yeah, people don't really change.

The man at the door spots Abigail and grins. Shawn hones in on a wedding ring, a tie with Abigail's favorite flowers as the design, and hair that just may rival Shawn's own.

"Hey, honey." The man sweeps right over to Abigail and leans down to kiss her in her chair. "Finally sorted out the issue with our plane, we should be on our way day after tomorrow."

"Oh, thank god," Abigail groans, holding her husband's hand as he pulls over another chair to sit next to her. "I'm so tired of hotel food."

"You and me both," her husband chuckles. He looks at Shawn. "Who's this?"

"Oh, um, this is Shawn Spencer."

"Ooooh, you're the guy who took her to a crime scene as a date one time."

"Guilty," Shawn says with a laugh.

"Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you. Good things!"

"And some not-so-good things, I'm guessing?"

"No, no. ... Not about you as a person, anyway. Plenty of bad things about your job."

"Yeah, I figured. ... Oh, there's our coffees." Shawn takes his paper tray with 4 coffees (Gus and Selene will need them) and stands up. "Well, this was totally unexpected, but I'm glad it happened. It was nice seeing you again, Abigail."

"Nice seeing you too, Shawn." She smiles at him. "I'm glad you're doing well."

"Me too. Doing well is pretty great. Oh, and, glad for you, I guess."

Abigail laughs again. "Bye, Shawn.

"Bye, Abigail."

He walks out of the bakery, the sound of Abigail chatting with her husband following him until the door closes. She sounds happy. Happy and relaxed in a way that even on their best days, she never was with him. And he's glad.

He's just genuinely happy for her. That's a really, really nice feeling. No jealousy, no feeling of missed chances, no wondering of 'what-ifs'. Just... actual, authentic happiness that she's doing well.

He tucks Jules's croissant into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"... Hey, babe! Yeah, got the last Nutella for you, and a coffee. ... Yup, that perp was our case. Really? Described being caught by 'some kind of ninjas or something?' Well, babe, as much as I'd love to tell you I've secretly been a martial arts master our whole marriage, you can put in your report that he's absolutely lying because he's very embarrassed. Truth is Gus accidentally knocked over some marble statue onto him while he was chasing me through the art exhibit. ... Can I fill out the statement later tonight? I got coffee for Gus and Selene too. Awesome! I will hang around to tell you who I just ran into, though. Of course I'm neglecting paperwork in favor of personal matters, if I ever don't then your husband has been replaced by a pod person. Okay, love you, I'll be there as soon as I find a ride..."

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agaypanic · 8 months

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Childhood friends to lovers with Francis Wilkerson x male reader 🙏🙏🙏

Francis thinking he’s straight until he and reader get older and he starts to question himself. They start to lose touch when Francis gets sent to military school, but when he comes back he sees reader and is like “…ok maybe I’m a little gay-“ maybe ends in fluffy kisses 🥹

Kissing The Homie (Francis Wilkerson X Male!Reader)

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Summary: Francis always thought he was straight. When he comes home from military school and sees his childhood friend for the first time in almost two years, he starts to learn some things about himself.

A/N: kind of unserious title bc i didn’t know what to title this lol also i feel like this sucks but i wanted to work on something

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“What the hell do you mean you’re going to Alabama?” You asked your best friend, about to laugh. This must have been some insane joke. “Francis, you can’t be serious.”

“I wish I wasn’t, man.” He sighed, running a hand through his long hair and taking a drag of his cigarette. “My mom’s crazy.”

“Can you blame her? She’s got you as a son.” You snorted at your own jab, and Francis shoved your shoulder.

“It’s not funny, Y/n! I’m going to military school; I might as well die.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Francis.” You snatched his cigarette to take a smoke. “You’ll get kicked out and be back here before you know it.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He murmured. The two of you were quiet for a minute, passing the cigarette back and forth. In a week, Francis was getting shipped off to a military school across the country, and although you joked about it, you didn’t know when you’d see him again, if at all. Sure, you’d been friends since you were five, but being states away with probably little contact could change that.

“I’ll miss you, man.” You said solemnly before smashing the lit cigarette against the bottom of your shoe. Francis laughed, shaking his head.

“Don’t be gay, dude.” Now it was your turn to push him.

“Shut up.”

***

Contact with Francis became less and less the more that time went on. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault; you two just became too busy with other things. You pulled away from Richie and Francis’ other friends, realizing that you only ever hung out with them because Francis hung out with them. Not wanting to end up in the same boat your friend was in, you started focusing more on school. You and Francis tried to keep up with each other, but sending letters felt too time-consuming, and Francis used most of his phone calls on his family or girlfriend of the week.

You’d sulk about it, but that’s just how life worked.

Because you and Francis were childhood friends, your parents were somewhat close with each other. So you weren’t surprised when you came home from school one day, and your mom told you she got Lois to get you a job at Lucky Aide. The only bright side was getting money, although it wasn’t much.

After what felt like forever, spring break had finally come. It didn’t feel like much of a difference to you since you still had to work, but it’s the thought that counts. You got to work fewer hours because Lucky Aide had some kind of program going on where a bunch of people could work and do inventory for the week. Craig was in charge of it, so you didn’t care much about it.

“Hey, I got another box for you.” A voice sounded behind you while you were stocking a shelf. It sounded a bit familiar, but then again, this was a small town.

“Thanks, man. Just put it next to the open one.” You turned around and were startled by the baby blue eyes looking at you. “Holy shit. Francis?”

“Y/n, hey!” Francis dropped the box and roped you into a hug, patting you on the back. You hugged him back, a bit shocked. “I didn’t know you worked at Lucky Aide.”

“Have been for a few months. I didn’t know you were back in town.”

“Just for spring break.”

“Nice, nice.” You nodded, looking him up and down. Military school seemed to do him some good. Not behavior-wise, he was probably still a menace. But you mentally thanked whoever made him cut his hair. Sure, the long hair looked cool. But it looked so good the way it was now, short but messy. And after almost two years, he seemed so much more mature. Again, not behaviorally. He looked, dare you say, kind of hot.

Wait, you shouldn’t be looking at your friend this way. You didn’t like guys.

Maybe.

Little did you know, Francis was looking at you the same way. He didn’t think anyone would look as good as you did in a Lucky Aide smock. You filled it out perfectly. And you had certainly grown a lot since he last saw you, almost reaching his height now with broader shoulders. But you still had the smart-ass smirk on your face that he loved to see.

But Francis wasn’t gay. Nuh-uh. He just knew how to appreciate another dude’s looks. Yeah, that’s it.

“Well, listen, man. I dunno when your shift is over, but I get off at five, so maybe tonight we could catch up or something.” You suggested, continuing your task of restocking the shelves behind you. Even though he probably had something to do, Francis helped you by handing you items from the box.

“Yeah, that sounds great. My mom’s being a real pain in the ass-”

“What else is new?”

“-so I’m a little desperate to get away from home.”

“Well, I have a car now, so just let me know when you’re free.” He was about to answer you when Craig appeared at the end of the aisle.

“Francis! What are you doing here? The bouncy balls are not gonna recount themselves.” You laughed while Francis rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed his peace was interrupted.

“You better go.” You said, taking the final item from his hands. He sighed, briefly balling his hands into fists before letting them rest at his sides.

“Yeah, I guess. I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, man.” You patted his shoulder before pushing him away, watching him mope and drag his feet toward where Craig was waiting for him.

***

Instead of waiting until his shift ended, Francis snuck out behind you after you clocked out. He raised the collar of his jacket to cover his face as he ran out to your car, making you cackle as you fished around in your pocket for your keys. He practically dove into the passenger’s seat when the car was unlocked.

“Where do you wanna go?” You asked as you settled in the driver’s seat, turning the car on.

“As long as I’m out of the house and not at work, I literally don’t care.”

Half an hour later, you were tearing into a giant bag of fast food in a park’s parking lot. A random radio station played as you messily ate the cheap food. You reached down to the floor of your backseat and pulled out a bottle of cheap alcohol. Francis definitely wasn’t opposed when you offered to splash some in his soda cup.

“So, what’s military school like?” You asked, chewing through the last of the curly fries. Francis swallowed the bite of his burger and grinned over at you.

“Dude, it’s so much better than I thought it’d be. I mean, most of it sucks, but the amount of shit I’ve gotten into is crazy.”

“Such as?” Francis’ eyes lit up. Clearly, a story had popped into his head, but then he sunk into his seat as if it were embarrassing. “Oh man, this one’s gotta be good.”

“Okay, so it was sometime last year. A buddy of mine and I did community service for a local beauty pageant. It was perfect, half-naked women everywhere who would want some kind of attention. Of course, I showed interest in the pageant to get with one of them. But…” He trailed off, and you leaned toward him in your seat, silently egging him on. He looked away from you. “But instead, she and the rest of the girls thought I was gay.”

You couldn’t help but snort.

“Were they right?” You received an eye roll and a punch in the shoulder.

“Shut up, man.”

“Oh, come on! You can’t tell me all that and expect me to not ask questions.” You looked away and took a bite of your burger, confused by the slight disappointment you felt. It’s not like you really cared about the answer. “It’s no big deal if you are, bud.”

“And who said I am?” Francis’ voice was higher than it just was, like he was slightly panicked by the accusation.

“Those pageant girls, apparently.” You answered with a teasing grin. “Ever kissed a guy?”

“Gee, Y/n, no. Guess I never had the opportunity.” Francis sighed, taking a large sip of his spiked soda. You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Sure, it seemed believable while he lived in a military academy in Alabama. But, especially looking the way Francis does now, you’re hesitant to believe he never even had the offer.

Huh, maybe you did like guys. Or at least a guy.

“Do you want an opportunity?” The words left your mouth before you even thought about them, surprising you further. By the look on his face, Francis was just as surprised.

“What?” He managed to choke out. You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the fact that you had just offered to kiss your childhood-turned-somewhat estranged best friend.

“Just saying, Francis. Better to kiss a friend than a stranger. Besides, who knows? You might like it.” You kept out the part that you were now secretly rooting for him to accept. You smirked at a now thoughtful Francis, trying to seem uncaring yet slightly intrigued by the whole matter.

A quiet Francis wasn’t a good one, which had you worried. You had half a mind to laugh, claiming that you were joking or that the cheap alcohol had taken your filter. But you were too deep now; you wanted to know what he’d say.

Francis licked his lips before turning to look at you, taking a deep exhale.

“Fuck it.” The craziest part was that he seemed completely serious.

Wordlessly, you both prepared yourselves. There seemed to be this unspoken agreement that whatever happened in your car would stay in your car until the both of you died. You took a final long sip of liquid courage before Francis took your face in his hands. You didn’t expect him to take charge of the situation, but you’re glad he did because the situation probably wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t.

The kiss was quick but enough to absolutely boggle your mind. Francis slipped one of his hands to the back of your head to draw you in. His fingers became tangled with your hair, keeping you in place after he pulled away. The two of you were quiet with eyes closed, not knowing how to proceed.

“Am I a good kisser, Wilkerson?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood. Francis took the shy grin off your lips with another quick kiss, and when he pulled away, you opened your eyes this time. His baby blue eyes stared at you, filled with surprise and profoundness and what you wanted to say was lust.

“Okay…” Francis licked his lips again, taking a deep breath. God, it was so hot. “I think I might be a little gay.”

“Agreed.” You replied, staring back at him. He immediately went back in for a kiss that was longer and deeper than the previous ones. And you didn’t complain in the slightest.

#francis wilkerson x reader #francis wilkerson #francis wilkerson x male reader #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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kadeeesworld · 10 months

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Surgeon! MC- you’re arrival and your first friends

Working 100 hours a week can take a toll on anybody and to most that much time sounds crazy but when you’re a surgeon it’s completely normal just another day in the office. It brings unwanted and unnecessary stress but what really stresses you out, being kidnapped and dragged into hell for an exchange program nobody consulted you for the one thing that bothers a surgeon most is not knowing and this is something you didn’t have the slightest clue about and now…you’re pissed.

“What is this place and what am I doing here.”

A tall red haired man speaks up a little taken back by your straightforward tone.

“We’ll firstly my name is Lord Diavolo the head of this little exchange program and the prince meant to bring peace between the three realms”

“The three realms?”

“The human world, the devildom and the celestial realm”

“And what does this have to do with me? And cant you find anybody else I’m kinda busy like super busy if you read that file you apparently used to stalk me with you would know that I’m a surgeon”

“Yes and a very important one at that it seems”

A blonde man speaks up now seeming to be reading the very file you were talking about.

“Dr.Mc a Neurosurgeon, one of the most recognized medical practitioners on your side of the globe.”

“That would be me, glad to know somebody did there homework and as much as I would like to chat will you all about my operations I have brain surgery in *you pull up the sleeve of your white lab coat and check your watch* 4 hours and I have to get back so if you could please”

You gesture to the open space behind you where you came out of a purple portal.

“Send me back”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that doctor”

A tall raven haired man speaks

“You’re essential to this exchange program you were chosen specifically and you’re already here so no, we can’t send you back”

Now you’re super pissed

“I was just in the middle of working a 18 hour shift, I’m running on two whole pots of coffee I haven’t slept in two days and I haven’t showered in three hell I haven’t even seen my house in close to a week so do not tell me what you can and cannot do because if I can do all that and stay standing you can open one of your freaky portals and send me back home.”

Everyone knows that Lucifer is not a man you should mess with, anger or question everyone but you, did you care? No as far as you were concerned it had nothing to do with you as you were soon to be gone.

Luckily Lucifer agreed with that just in different ways.

“Lord Diavolo what will you do”

A man with teal colored hair speaks up from beside him

“Mc I would like to offer you a deal, if I could ensure that all your surgeries for the next year will be taken care of without any consequence to you would you stay?”

All you could think about was a break, the ability to sleep in and not have to complain about patients or other surgeons no standing up for hours cutting people open.

“I guess a vacation wouldn’t kill me”

“If anything it might help with that little attitude of yours doctor”

“Oh yeah try being In my shoes for a week or two cutting people open”

“Oh darling I do more than cut people open”

He snarls at you you’re pretty sure you can see a vein in his forehead.

“Careful now…would want anything to burst”

“We are gonna be such good friends Dr.”

“Now that’s something I can agree on”

Weeks have passed and you feel like you’re cramming for med school all over again satan has been nice enough to create a study guide for you as long as you answer his 30,000 questions about you’re surgeries and really it’s a small price to pay to keep Lucifer off your ass about grades.

“You know I almost forgot to tell you”

“Tell me what”

“Diavolo had summoned you to the castle he wishes to speak with you it’s about the exchange program I’m guessing”

“I sure hope so I don’t think I can talk about my old surgeries anymore, you know I only agreed to stay here because I thought I wouldn’t

have to talk about cutting people open.”

“We’ll really, you didn’t have a choice in the matter but you agreeing made it easier for us”

He takes a sip of his coffee and looks up at you with a small smile of his face

“You might be my only friend Satan”

“I wouldn’t call myself your friend just yet you’ve got a little more to go before I call you friend”

“Someone’s prickly”

It’s about 2:30pm now not that you would really know because it’s always dark in the devildom. Satan walked you to the demon lords castle for your meeting.

“Have fun in there”

“Don’t I always”

You go to knock on the door but just before your hand reaches it, it opens and the teal haired man that stood beside Lord Diavolo is on the other side.

“Hello Mc welcome to the demon lords castle”

He spoke so proper a small smile on his face unwavering.

“Thanks Mr?”

“Barbatos is fine”

“Barbatos that’s a nice name”

“Thank you.”

He takes your coat and leads you to a table in the garden out back. As you approach the table Diavolo stands up.

“I thought a change of scenery might do us bath some good I hope you don’t mind”

“It’s fine, it’s nice out today”

“It is”

You weren’t wrong despite it being dark it was warm but not smothering almost perfect weather.

“So how have things been going I’ve been told by Lucifer that you’ve been studying with Satan and making great progress in your schoolwork scoring high as well might I add”

“I studied longer and harder for med school if anything this is a walk in the park although demonology is a bit different from what I’m used to anything I need or want to know is in a book and as long as I can read it I can understand it”

“Good to know I’ve chosen such a hard worker”

“And speaking of Lucifer the pompous ass what is his deal, does he always have a massive stick shoved up his ass”

Diavolo and Barbatos gives you a blank look and there is a beat of silence before Diavolo bursts into laughter.

You’re kinda taken back by this but keep a straight face nonetheless.

“Excuse me I’m so sorry please forgive me that was way out of line it just caught me off guard I wasn’t expecting that from you”

“Well it was a genuine question it’s like he doesn’t know what a break is or how to relax”

“That’s a bit hypocritical don’t you think”

“Maybe it is but that’s besides the point and besides you work just as hard as both of us”

He smiles and looks at you for a moment

“Tell me about it.”

“About what”

“Your job as a surgeon I’m interested and curious I’ve heard a few things here and there from Lucifer mostly Satan and it makes me think what’s it like for you being inside of peoples heads”

Diavolo was not unfamiliar with opening people up and screwing with there insides neither was Barbatos they were demons after all, but they couldn’t help being a little curious seeing as you save lives and they necessarily don’t.

“It’s like a drug”

Blank stare from Diavolo small smile from Barbatos and if you weren’t trained in expertly reading body language you’d think Barbatos enjoys this almost like he kinda agrees but you carry on.

“Being in there bright lights shinning down on you scalpel in your hand smoothly cutting through skin like a knife through hot butter,

Cut, remove, suture it’s like an unexplainable high makes you wonder why people even do drugs.”

You didn’t notice but you had the faintest smile on your face the other two men noticed though they made no comment

Diavolo eyes you for just a moment you could’ve missed it

“How interesting,tell me more”

You don’t know what it was but talking to him about your surgeries and talking to Satan felt completely different you liked this a little bit more.

“Of course Lord Diavolo, I would love too”

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queentheweeb · 2 years

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Eijiro Kirishima X Autistic Male Reader

A/N: Your quirk is dinomorph meaning you turn into carnivorous dinosaurs such as a T-rex, Spinosaurus, etc.

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Your dad is the well-known hero Godzillo but, when you were born you didn't look anything like him or even like your mother. Well, as far as a quirk went your mom told you that you didn't look like either of them. They believed that you were born quirkless. They took you to doctors and found out you had Autism so that took their attention away from your supposed lack of quirk. It was like this for five years with your mom taking you to different doctors and appointments for speech therapy, programs, special schooling the whole thing. You remember being friends with other kids who thought like you. Those who didn't like touch didn't like their things touched, and they didn't understand certain things that adults told them to do. One day a janitor grabbed the tape recorder that you liked to rewind to listen to the sound and threw it out. You were so angry and you didn't realize that you had changed. You turned into some weird creature. The other students were both scared and intrigued. That was a crazy day that day. Both of your parents were called and they had to explain what happened and that's when you went to the doctor. You were determined to have a quirk! You had a combination of your mom's and dad's quirk. Since your dad was basically a carnivorous dinosaur and your mom's quirk was transformation you got a combination of both. You can transform into any kind of carnivorous dinosaur! It was so cool

"Dad that's so cool! I can turn into a big, strong, and cool dinosaur like you! All because of mom's quirk!" You were excited and did extensive research about quirks. Quirks always fascinated you so you would do as much research as possible about them and would write them down in books.

"I think you would make a better hero than me." You laughed hugging him as close and tightly as you could. He hugged you back since you hardly hugged but when you did you always wanted to be hugged back. You started talking about everything you found out. He never minded when you talked. Neither did your mom

"Do you want to tell me what you found out too?" You nodded your head at her gesturing for her to come. All three of you sat down on the couch as you grabbed your books and showed them what you did. "This is amazing sweetheart."

That was the beginning of your collection of notes. Every time you found out something new and different about quirks and other heroes you would write it down. You went to Aldera middle school where you met a quirkless bullied kid named Izuku. He didn't have any friends and this scary kid with a cool and strong quirk named Katsuki was the main one bullying him. Izuku liked to write in his books and mumble a lot. You decided to be his friend and after a while, the two of you bonded over the notes and books you guys had. The two of you remained friends and got even closer even after you accidentally found out about him and All Might. Izuku told you everything and made you swear not to tell anyone. You took friendships seriously so your lips were sealed. The two of you applied for U.A along with Katsuki who wasn't happy about it but, he couldn't do anything about it. The two of you took the practical exam where you saw a cool boy with black hair and red eyes use a hardening quirk to cut down the robots left and right. He was so strong. Fast forward to the first day of classes and you looked for Izuku and the kid with the hardening quirk. You saw him but, he was different. he had dyed his hair red.

"E-excuse me, hello?" The boy turned to you with a toothy grin and waved

"Hey! My name is Ejirou Kirishima! What's your name?" You were nervous, you didn't plan this far ahead and you didn't want to mess up

"U-Um, my n-name is Y-Y/N L-L/N. I remember seeing you at the exam. Y-you had black h-hair but the red is nice now! It fits!" You were quick to reassure him not wanting to mess up "Your q-quirk is so c-cool. You were beating r-robots left and r-right! Can we be f-friends?" Your dad always taught you to be straightforward. Hopefully, it didn't backfire like it always did. Well besides Izuku. Ejirou stared at you and just as you were about to walk away because you thought you messed up he stood up quickly causing you to flinch in surprise.

"Of course, we can be friends! You're so manly already! I remember you from the exam too! You turned into a cool dinosaur and were knocking down the robots too! You're the one with the cool quirk!" You smiled as the two of you talked for a bit before you went back to Izuku to talk to him.

That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship turned crush. You didn't mean to get a crush on him but, you did. He was so nice and genuine. He was very good at reassurance and knew how to read people. You didn't like how he was friends with Katsuki but, Katsuki tolerated him. You didn't like that. You knew he only respected everyone because they had quirks, quirkless people were less than dirt to him. That needed to change if he wanted to be a good hero. Enough about him, Ejiro managed to befriend the behemoth which somehow solidified that he was the one for you. You knew he was gay but, you weren't sure if you were his type.

"Izuku-kun?" Izuku turned to you gesturing you had his attention "Do you think I am Ejiro's type?" He blinked turning to look at Kirishima ignoring the way Bakugo glared at him before turning back to you

"You are literally everything he likes. Trust me when I say he can't stand to be with Katsuki like that. He's a good friend but, boyfriend-wise? He will kill him." The two of you laughed. That was a joke you understand but, there were a lot of other sayings you didn't understand. It's okay though. Your friends and Ejirou didn't mind.

"So should I tell him and hope for the best?" Izuku hummed before nodding his head

"of course. Even if by some stupid idiotic chance he does not like you back he will be nice about it and me and you can watch your favorite documentaries and eat your favorite ice cream. Is that a deal?" You thought about it before nodding your head. Satisfied the two of you paid attention to the rest of the class until it was lunchtime. You made it to the cafeteria and you were nervous. You had lunch so you sat down at the table with the dekusquad looking over waiting for Kirishima. When you saw him you decided to talk to him. You made it over to him and tapped him on his shoulder.

"Yeah Y/N-kun?" You told him to use your first name.

"Can I talk to you for a minute? I promise to be quick." He nodded his head getting up and moving over to a secluded area in the lunchroom.

"What's on your mind Y/N? You can tell me anything" He was very close to your personal space and you didn't mind it

"U-um, I was wondering, if, um. I know you, like guys, uh." This was hard "D-do you want to go out? Um, uh, like boyfriends? I want to be your b-boyfriend-" You were cut off by him pulling you in for a bruising hug.

"You're so cute! I thought I was going to have to ask but, I'm so glad you did! I would love to be your boyfriend! I'm so happy!" He hugged you some more before letting go knowing how you are about your space.

"Can we start off slow?" You were excited but, you needed time not wanting to mess up. He grinned all teeth on display.

"Of course! You're worth everything!"

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What do you think?

#anime #manga #fanfic #bnha #mha #fanfiction #quotev #quirks #fluff #x reader #kirishima fluff #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima x you #kirishima x male reader #autistic reader #Kirishima X Autistic reader #kirishima x y/n

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rondocapri · 5 months

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I think the worst part of scoring right now is not just the focus on difficult elements… but really the conflation of GOE and PCS that comes with just doing them.

This has been a problem for so many years in which the judging system does not allow a skater who is excellent at jumping to grow into their artistry at all. If we reward these skaters for lackluster performances just for doing crazy elements, then they have nowhere to go in the coming seasons. There’s no motivation to change what they’re doing because they are already getting the scores they need to win. Why would someone choose to work harder on their program component scores if they’re not guaranteed that doing so will help them. Especially when you’ve had jumpers who take the time to improve their artistry and ended up losing consistency with their jumps

It’s just ridiculous to me that in the state of scoring across devisions that GOE is only applied to how nice the element looks rather than to the actual rules. And that things like entries, exists, cheated takeoffs, and landings don’t really matter.

And if the judges continue to score this way, we will keep seeing (like we already have) a younger generation who chooses to focus on the harder elements rather than the entire program. There’s been so much evidence to the burnout you quickly get if you are young and throw your body away to focus on difficult elements (look at Eteri’s rapidly changing lineup), and a sport that focuses on what accomplishments can be achieved rather than on the skaters themselves is one that will not be able to sustain.

#it’s just FRUSTRATING #I want to see these skaters grow #because I want to see their scores reflect the rules #I want there to be MORE regulations on how the elements connect to each other #I want flutzes to be called out #I want cheated takeoffs to be regulated #I don’t hate any skater but it’s hard to genuinely enjoy watching someone when you know they don’t deserve the scores they get #figure skating

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themultifandomgal · 7 months

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Finn Cole- Red Carpet Interview

Finn and I exist our car together ready for our season 5 premiere and interviews. I smooth out my dress before taking Finns arm and we make our way down the carpet taking photos and doing interview

"Hi, how are you both this evening?" One of our interviewers asks

"We're good thank you, excited for tonight" I smile replying

"Watching the show it's about the Shelby family, but I get the impression you guys are actually a family off screen. You both seem to be with Harry a lot when your not filming"

"Yeah we're definitely a family, and I think we're lucky that we can say that" Finn says with a hand now around my waist

"Harry and I are the closest in age he's only like a year older than me so we have really grown up together from season 1. I always say that Harry is my annoying twin, Cillian is the dad, Paul the cool uncle, Sophie is my big sister and Jos like a brother to me"

"A real family then. I guess that makes filming so fun and easy for you guys?"

"Definitely. I can't imagine working on a set we're you haven't got these friendships" Finn replies

"I have to say in the last season we saw YCN toughen up a bit, will that continue throughout the next season?"

"For sure. We are going to see a lot of different things that YCN will struggle with which makes her really angry I guess and at times she will loose her cool"

We're then moved on to our next interview

"Hi how are you doing?" we're asked again

"We're well thank you"

"It's so lovely to see everyone coming out and dressing up. I've seen some people in period clothing"

"Oh wow I love that"

"That's brilliant. That's what we've, we've created a show we're people can get involved and can dress up and can enjoy it for the same reasons we can enjoy it and it's a really special thing in tv..." I see Natasha walk over to us smiling

"Oh hello" I smile interrupting Finn

"Hello" she smiles back

"Sorry babe carry on, I get distracted so easily" I tell the interviewer who laughs

"We we're just saying how nice it is to see everyone dressed up"

"Oh I love it, and the vibe, I wash just told that this is where they would stand to sign up for the war. And since the show focuses so heavily on PTSD it's really quite emotional" Nat says

"As actors what is it about Stevens writing that jumps out of that script when you first see it"

"Oh I only read my parts" I joke but don't last long because I start laughing "No I'm kidding. Erm for me it's how I'm kept at the edge of my seat. Like I can't ever predict what's going to happen"

"You can hear the music coming of the pages"

"It's one of those experiences reading something where it's so visual but every sentence is so exciting" I nods agreeing with Finn

"YN in season 4 we finally got to see YCN fall in love. Will that transpire into this season?"

"Yes. Unfortunately Jordan had brier engagements so wasn't able to film with us anymore so Daryl was casted and he's just slotted right in with all of us"

"What about Micheal. Will we get to see him fall in love this season?"

"Ah that you'll have to wait and see" Finn says making me chuckle because his answer basically was yes.

Move move on to another interview this time just Finn and I. This time it's an interviewer who has interviewed me since season 1

"It's good to see you both again"

"It's good to see you as well. How have you been?" I ask

"I really good thank you. You know I look back at my old interviews with you all and everyone looks practically the same, but then there's you and Harry who now look like actually adults" I laugh at her making the comment

"I know it's crazy. We filmed the pilot when I was 12 and now I'm 20 so it's crazy that nearly 10 years I've been with these guys"

"Well what is the dynamic like on set of a program of a drama like peaky blinders because it's very intense"

"Oh it's horrible" Finn jokes earning a nudge off me

"You know what's weird we would be doing a really intense scene but the moment we hear cut, we all burst out laughing" I say smiling "in season 4 I had to throw a drink at Lizzie but I only really had one chance so we did it over and over again with an empty cup. Then when we were ready we did it for real and I felt to bad. So as soon as we stopped filming I hugged her and kept apologising while Nat was just laughing the whole time"

Finn and I finish up with more interviews and some photos, watching the first episode of season 5 and then finally going to a little after party with all of the cast.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn cole #finn cole x reader #michael grey imagines #michael gray

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marabarl-and-marlbara · 7 months

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hi, there ! i stopped by your blog and i just wanted to say that i really appreciate how intricate and dynamic your artstyle is. it's something i find myself deriving inspiration from especially seeing as i haven't made any art pieces in almost a year. also weird question but i noticed your latest upload(s) have baking recipes attached to them- do you like to bake? sorry if that sounds ridiculous, but i've been getting back into baking/cooking after being bedridden and i wanted to know what sort of things you liked to make! i hope you have a nice day and i hope i didn't sound awkward/weird

hey there anonymous, good morning fellow saint of the living god (my pastor always says this @ church on saturdays and it always makes me smile a little);

first: thank you! i:m a little embarrassed someone would take inspiration from me (honored, though: i:ll take compliments where i can get them) cause admittedly it feels like i can barely make more than sketches lately; you:d leave me to my whims and i:d just draw hands on the weekly sermon programming and nothing-else; so: do better than me, anonymous! strive to become better than a lazy bag of bones like me -- because you absolutely can with a little elbow grease and love :-))

second: i do, sort-of; i:ve been "struggling" with a "eating disorder" (the parentheses aren:t really to down-play, but it:s may-be more tied into religion and hygiene, and i don:t want to write a big paragraph about the "why"), and i found a measure of succor from learning to prepare extravagant meals for myself (mostly just breakfast and lunch) that i /really/ enjoy eating, and look forward to eating every-day (to a sad degree, these two meals are basically all i look forward to on a day-to-day, but i love them); over time the meal-prep evolved into getting a little mug i could bake with, which evolved into me wanting to learn to make simple baked-goods that i could include with my breakfast (note: my breakfast meals are /always/ a type of yogurt+cereal, all ingredients counted out in 4s; lunch is /always/ a wrap, again with all ingredients counted out in 4s) -- so i started with baking crusts for my yogurts, then baking mixed-in stuff, then baking french-toasts and bread-puddings; and ultimately i want to make cinnamon rolls, but i always mess it up (because i always get afraid of including the actual ingredient lists due to nutrition fears and serving-size fears, so i:ll sub things out nonsensically and reduce portions nonsensically) (but bright-side of messing up cinnamon-rolls is that i can use the ruined awful bread-pastries to make great bread puddings). basically though: teaching myself to cook + trying to excite myself to eat like a normal person is all that:s been keeping me going, lately -- and admittedly i really enjoy both. *note, as well: i think both of those recipes are from crazy ed-esque baking recipes that tiktok shows me.

veganism and numbers and leviticus and communication have all been pretty disastrous for my relationship with food.

one day i:ll make the cinnamon rolls right.

anyways, have a nice day today, anonymous; take care and pour yourself into your passions cause they:ll melt away other-wise & it:s only your hands keeping them in place.

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Can you talk/elaborate more about your McCoy headcanons... I like hearing you talk about him

sry this took so long!

i think he never really believed in what he was taught religiously as a kid like he asked too many questions and was not satisfied with the answers but the fear still got to him, he was always high strung and sensitive and was bullied rly badly for it, he mostly hung out with his gramma who was the only person in his family who was nice to him, she was a healer and taught him everything he knew about herbalism. the intrusive gore stuff started at like 8-10 and by 12 he was living every day feeling like he had no skin or bones and that someone could just reach inside him and pull something out. if anyone threw him a punch he'd just crumple up on the floor in a ball shaking cus he felt like he was bleeding to death. he started stealing his dad's tools and making armour to wear under his clothes so no one could get to his insides which like. burned the fuck out of him in the heat but honestly very practical for a queer kid in georgia and he was able to start fighting back

he didn't have the vocab to explain to anyone what he was experiencing, all anyone ever saw was him blacking out at the mention of body parts so he was just called squeamish and everyone moved on while he got worse. then one day his gramma was cooking and he saw her cutting up tomatoes and lookked at them a little too long and slammed his head thru the drywall, and his dad went to hit him and she was like no no stop and took him into her greenhouse sat him down and was like you're old enough to know now i think. and she told him he was getting visions from god of what hell looks like + that both of them were being called to service. so he went heavy into evangelism at that point and it lasted a couple years, all the time he was still studying medicine in school, and then he had a massive breakdown because why hasn't god made it stop I'm doing what I'm supposed to. and his family control him and would never let him go get seen in a million years so he stole chemistry supplies from school and started trying to cook his own antipsychotics with herbs in the greenhouse because the kid is a visionary. did not fuckin work he got really sick from it and just kept going and going cus he felt he was so close to getting it right + ended up getting arrested and charged in hospital at some point down the line

then the space program came to his town and he was like please yes get me the fuck off this planet, and he didn't have anything to show for how smart he was because he was too sick to finish, and they looked thru his criminal record (cus thats how they find their starfleet candidates be real) and they were like hey listen, from age 16 u were in ur room trying to make fucking quetiapine from scratch, starfleet needs a freak like you

he met jim in organic chemistry and they got together, he eventually told him he joined starfleet to run away from god and jim was damn that's crazy i joined to meet god and pry my life back from his cold dead hands. and they were both like wow haha. and then they met spock and had this same conversation at the bar one time and spock drunk on cocoa pops was like if we're speaking metaphorically i believe i joined to make out with god sloppy style

*also also when bones is in recovery he fine tunes the stuff he was working on with the plants and sends it to his gramma who would never take meds in a billion years but because he made it himself with the bush knowledge she taught him she was down with it n he gets her better and they repair their relationship

#asks #gore mention #ocd bones

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If you’re still taking questions about the Addams AU:

1. What’s Goldie up to? (I would assume this Scrooge is a bit more on-board with the whole “abandoning him in deadly situations” thing than in canon…)

2. You’ve mentioned Doofus a few times, as the kid who terrifies Louie with his niceness and one of the people who fully accepts the McDuck weirdness, so… yeah, what’s his deal?

3. And to round out the kids, how about Boyd? Better relationship with Gyro from the beginning? (since I can’t imagine this Gyro would let a little thing like a city-levelling rampage get in the way of parental love)

Thanks for keeping up the asks! I've been taking a break to chill and think over some things, so I appreciate the patience in waiting.

1: I've got a whole separate, longform ask for Goldie incoming, hold onto your tushie.

2: Doofus is interesting in the Addams AU because he's still a bit of a crazy kid, I mean he either is oblivious to or completely disregards the McDucks' spooktacular lifestyle despite how unignorable it is. It's just that rather than be creepy and domineering and mad with power HIMSELF he's the complete opposite.

I feel that the foremost reason Doofus exists in canon is to be Louie's worst nightmare, and so I wanted to maintain that. In the addams AU he's everything the McDucks don't want to be. He's cheerful, optimistic, likes bright colous and sweets and pop music and he'll shove all of that in their faces in a most unusual display of unintended torment.

The interesting thing is UNLIKE the McDucks - and very MUCH like his canonical counterpart - Doofus is still toxic. He doesn't genuinely support his family and friends like the McDucks do. His sweet disposition and positivity is overbearing. And he'll push and push and push for someone to stop feeling sad, angry or upset in any way simply because HE wants to be the one to vanquish the negativity - not because he actually cares about what someone is going through.

He might not take it to the same magnitude he does in the show, with the kidnapping and such, but he's hardly a good friend if you just want to live your life, problems and all.

And yeah, Louie is his personal project. He'll make that duck happy one day, he's sure of it.

3: You're right!!! Gyro wouldn't dream of abandoning BOYD after one messy, destructive malfunction. In fact he'd call that a resounding success! Wanton destruction is..... kinda what he was going for.

(Akita of course tried to reprogram 2BO to be his puppet of domination, as he did in canon. He just didn't know that he was about to make a fearsome enemy of the man who had already programmed the boybot to love and obey Gyro's masterminded will for unrelated, even more nefarious purposes (there aren't any nefarious purposes, Gyro just wanted a deathbot buddy.) Anyway Gyro was like EUREKA I've always wanted a diabolical nemesis with which to wage a battle of evil science!!!! *thunder and lightning, maniacal laughter, the sound of whirring chainsaws* and Akita was like "I think I'm gonna just go actually--")

Anyway BOYD has been with Gyro for many, many years by now. And really the only reason Gyro hasn't unleashed him upon the world to cause unholy annihilation is because Scrooge said not to.

BOYD is helpful, polite and completely at peace with his sole calling to eviscerate (or capture for experimentation) ANYone who tries to enter the Money Bin without very special permission from the boss himself. He is great security - scares off anyone who even comes CLOSE to the Bin. His laser vision has sunk many a curious boat that sailed too close. The schoolchildren whisper in the yard of the superheated glare that stares at you across the bridge from the Bin's dark, iron-gated entrance if you're brave enough to walk across halfway.

BOYD also cooks Gyro's meals, he forgets to eat a lot. Have some char-grilled gull Gyro, you haven't eaten since yesterday's seaweed soup.

#addams au #b.o.y.d.#ducktales #doofus drake

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hi girl, how are you? I hope ur fine and that everything's perfectly okay, i got some questions, if u don't mind answering.

so on September it's my freshman year, im so excited, and especially bcz im going to a new school, which means new people, new experiences and stuff.

Ik high school isn't as perfect as i see it in movies, and that my skl won't take us on a road trip and leave us all alone so we can have fun 💀 but i was wondering if u had any tips for high skl.

I also kinda wanna have a glow up, both physical and mental, during summer, and since ur a whole glowup guru I thought u could give me a "program" to follow so i can look, think and behave better, especially cz my mom doesn't allow me to go out so no gym or activities outside, and she thinks im too young to have a skincare or follow a diet yk.

thank u so much in advance, i absolutely love ur posts, and if u can't or don't have time to answer, that's perfectly fine, stay safe hun<33

hello love,

sorry this is late. classes have been insane. congratulations on your new school! it's always exciting when you try something new, and I promise you're gonna love it.

now, im assuming you're 15/16 years old, since you're a freshman. Before I say anything about having fun in high school, I need to you remember that while TV and movies glorify high school as this really crazy time where you party and have fun (yes, you will have fun I promise), its important to keep in mind that these four years will help you decide your future and get into college. So work hard, and party harder.

Okay, now that I've said that, let's tackle this bit by bit.

How to have fun in high school:

Have sleepovers: They're a fun and easy way to bond with friends. Order tons of junk food and stay up all night.

Picnics: My favourite activity. Dress up and have a themed picnic, and have a photoshoot.

Pool party: If someone you know has a pool, go have fun in the water!

Hang out: Honestly, this was the most fun I had in high school. Just meet at someone's house or at the park, and just chat. Or bring an activity to do together (crochet, playing cards, etc). Buy some snacks and play some music and it's the most chill vibe ever. You will love it.

Start a band: If you play an insturment/ sing, start a band! It's so much fun to practice and perform with friends!

Join a club: You can make lots of like-minded friends at clubs at school. Pick something you really like to do.

How to glow-up for high school:

Workout:

There's no rule that the gym is the only place to workout. When I was 15, I wasn't allowed to the gym either, so I had to make do.

Youtube videos: There are tons and tons of great workout videos from people with a large following. My favourites are Caroline Girvan, growingannanas, Pamela Reif and Madfit. Go get sweaty!

Makeshift weights: You can water bottles filled with water/sand as weights or buy ankle weights to put around your wrists as you get stronger.

Run: This is an amazing source of cardio. I gave up a while back on this because I detest running, but it really does work. Plug in your headphones and go for a run in nature.

Dance: Dancing is a really fun way to workout. Try Zumba, hip-hop or K-pop routines. Hell, even Just Dance has some good ones. Join a class if you want to stay accountable.

Diet:

Honestly, I can't give a lot of advice to you here, because I'm not qualified enough. Go to a nutritionist to see if there's anything you can do. If not, make sure to eat plenty of protein and fibre, limit your junk food intake and drink lots of water. Make lots of salads and fruit bowls. Overnight oats are healthy, filling and delicious.

What I like to do, is eat everything in moderation. Say I've had a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner. I won't deny myself a nice bowl of ice-cream (again, not a sundae, the key is moderation). But if I've had greasy food for lunch and takeout for dinner, I'll probably settle for fruit instead. Know that you can eat without punishing yourself, but remember not to go overboard. Food is fuel, remember.

Other tips:

Skincare: Don't make it too fancy. I know influencers and the like have those weird 15-step skincare routines, but it isn't necessary. I use the Cetaphil Gentle Skin Cleanser, and the most basic Cetaphil face lotion I could find along with an organic lip balm my mom buys. It works like a charm and itsn to too fancy. I also take an ABC smoothie (Apple, Beetroot, Carrot + some water.) This is such a game-changer.

Abundance mindset: I like to think of the universe constantly working in my favour. It's always looking out for me, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world. What you think is what you attract. If you think negatively, you will begin to see only bad things around you. Stay positive.

Wardrobe: Go thrifting, or DIY some old clothes. Pinterest has tons of amazing ideas. Paint your T-shirts, dye your skirts, make cute jewellery at home. There are no limits.

Makeup: I don't recommend it honestly. I'm more or less anti makeup to the point where I only own two pieces of makeup(eyeliner and lip gloss) and even those are used sparingly. Don't get used to your painted face. Your natural beauty is beautiful; and should not be hidden. There's something so amazing in someone who is confident in their own skin. Own yourself, and people will love you more for it.

This post became incredibly long lmao, but I hope I was able to help. DM me if you want more tips. You got this xoxo

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January 26, 2024

The first thirty seconds of Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy.. are those words??? Or did the songwriter just throw darts at a board of IPA symbols, because..? Issa bop tho even if I have no idea what's being said (a rarity for me, but I actually find it more fun in this case to just mumble random syllables for some reason).

No one keeps track of my hobbies quite like my dad. "Hey when are you going to get back into X?" "Are there clubs on campus for grad students to do Y?" "Have you ever thought about returning to your Z?" "You know, you were so good at W. Do you think you'll give it a go again?" Like JEEZ. I love my father but sometimes I won't even mourn old hobbies until he brings them up. I miss them dearly and feel the emptiness acutely, but what am I to do, lug a tenor saxophone up here? find a community theatre group with reasonable rehearsal hours? go to fiction writing workshops? pay for singing lessons???

LOWKEY,,,,, I'm so fortunate that I didn't go the lab tech route before starting this program because there's a good chance I never would've left that position. LOVE repetitive tactile actions. I could've done that for years, I think. No thought. Just centrifuge, decant, pipette, centrifuge, decant...

Might need to do a sugar detox. Again. Going to have to use all my willpower to not buy sugary breakfast foods and desserts. I think I'm overindulging on processed sugar when I'd really prefer to eat healthier. Might go back to making those little shortbread cookies since they're not super sugary but can still take the edge off when needed...

Finished The Winter King. The climax was very good, and I can see how some of the scenes could be titillating, but idk I just wasn't all that into it (3.5 rounded down). Started up And Then There Were None and I'm SO here for it. Much more compelling than Murder on the Orient Express imo, though it still has the issue associated with introducing such a large cast so early, especially since I don't have a voice helping me keep the different characters straight. I already have my guess as to who the murderer is, and they've been my guess since the second murder, so we'll see.

First week reflection: pretty good! Genetics looks like it'll be a solid class, I'm excited to learn from the prof! Cohort reading seems like it should be reasonable, actually. Lots to learn there too. Python seems alright, today's homework had me twisted up, down, and all around, but I got through it (with help). Major assignment due next week, will take a look at it tomorrow. It's so so satisfying to figure out these problems though. I have some pretty long, full days, but, I think with practice, I may get to the point where I can get most of my homework done on campus during my downtime.

Speaking of which, today I'm SO thankful for Speechify actually. Yes the service is crazy expensive and I will likely look for cheaper alternatives after my year is up, but even on the first day it is helping me speed through some of these scientific articles with full comprehension. It's really nice for helping me get over that activation energy for reading because the service gives me an estimated time to completion for each article.

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Eye Of The Storm - two- Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Baby Kazansky OC X Rooster

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“God, I feel like my head is going to split,” Beth groaned the next morning.

“Well, pull yourself together. My dad is having a garden party of sorts in two hours,” Molly pointed out, pinning back the front pieces of her hair.

“A garden party?” Erika groaned, “God, that sounds horrible.”

“Why do you think I told you guys to pack nice dresses,” Molly laughed, pulling out a lightweight sundress, “It’s to celebrate the success of a recent mission or something.”

“Then can we go to the beach?” Beth begged.

“Yes, trust me, you’re going to want to get drunk on the beach,” Molly teased, “These things are always so boring. We just have to stay long enough to make my dad happy. So look like sweet little college seniors, please.”

“Us? Sweet?” Erika laughed, “Bliz, c’mon. We all know you’re just as crazy as the rest of us.”

“Not when I’m Admiral Kazansky’s daughter,” She pointed out, “I can’t be Blizzard while I’m here.”

“Your dad is literally called Iceman and you’re saying you can’t be Blizzard?” Beth questioned, “You’re an adult, and you’re still going to play daddy’s little princess?”

Molly sighed, sinking down onto her bed. She knew the two young women in front of her knew her better than anyone else. They saw more than she ever let anyone outside of the apartment see. Hell, she let them in more than the rest of their team. She tried for years to keep up a certain reputation, because it was all she had.

“The last year and a half was a mistake, and we aren’t going to mention it,” Molly said quietly, “I’m graduating soon, and coming back here. I got into UCLA’s masters program. I’ll likely spend every weekend here….I can’t be Bliz anymore. It’s time to be Molly Kazansky, daughter of the great Admiral Kazansky, Commander of the Pacific Fleet.”

Beth took a seat next to her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, “You’ll suffocate if you live like that.”

“I made that choice when I accepted UCLA’s offer. If it means I have to put Bliz in a little box and shove her under my bed, I will.”

The other two girls shook their heads. Molly wasn’t wild at school, but less than forty eight hours ago, she was out drinking half of a frat and making out with several of them in the corner. She was known to have fun and be wild, yet too closed off to let anyone get close to her. She didn’t date, she just had fun. She didn’t party during the week or during the back half of the volleyball season, so she could focus on school and the game. She worked hard, but when she wanted to, she played even harder.

“Just get ready please? And look like you belong at a very respected admiral’s garden party. You can borrow anything from my closet that you need,” Molly told them, walking into her small bathroom.

An hour later, Molly stood next to her parents, making small talk with guests. Her sweet smile was mostly genuine, as she hadn’t seen many of them in years. But at the same time, she couldn’t wait to get out and go to the beach with the girls.

Her hair was sticking to the back of her neck, her chiffon sundress didn’t breathe either, causing her to be endlessly uncomfortable. Yet she kept smiling and nodding while politely answering the few questions that she was asked. The perfect little girl returned home.

“It’s nice to see you again, Molly,” Pete Mitchell gave her a quick hug, “Last time I saw you, you still had braces.”

Molly forced back the embarrassment that tried to flood her, “Good to see you too, Captain Mitchell. If I recall, you were a Captain last time I saw you.”

He raised his eyebrows before letting out a laugh, “Ah, but I’m a highly decorated Captain now.”

“I hear you were the reason the mission succeeded though,” Molly pointed out, “So, it seems we owe you our thanks, once again.”

“Oh, I didn’t do it on my own,” Pete assured her, turning to get another man’s attention, “I had a lot of help. Molly, meet Rooster Bradshaw.”

Her fake sickly sweet smile fell, because the man that turned around was the same man from the bar. Brad, or at least that’s what he said. She assumed Rooster was his callsign. She let out a deep breath, shifting on her feet quickly before forcing another smile onto her face.

He seemed to have the same reaction, faltering for a split second before recovering and making his way over. He smiled, shaking her father’s hand and giving her mother a quick hug. They seemed to be acquainted with one another. She could only assume that happened while she was away.

“This is our youngest, Molly,” her father said, smiling proudly at her, “She’s getting ready to graduate from UConn, with a degree in engineering.”

“Nice to meet you,” Molly said sweetly, holding her hand out, “You must be one hell of a pilot to keep up with my Uncle Maverick.”

He licked his lips, trying not to smirk at her, “Well, I try Miss. It’s nice to meet you as well. I’ve heard a great deal about you from Maverick.”

Off to the side, Erika and Beth were huddled together, eyeing their friend and the Lieutenant. While they were pretty tipsy the night before, they knew it was the same guy. They also knew the flush that was rising up Molly’s cheeks and chest wasn’t just from the Californian heat. They looked at their friend with a mischievous smile.

“If you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to get a lemonade. It’s a little hot,” Molly said sweetly, still looking at Rooster.

“Oh, actually honey, if you could get some more deviled eggs from the kitchen? It looks like we’re almost out,” Her mother asked her, “Maybe one of the girls could help you?”

“I can help her, ma’am,” Rooster spoke, suddenly standing straighter again, “If that’s okay with you?”

Molly nodded softly, “I’ll lead the way.”

They walked quietly to the back door. Bradley held the back door open for Molly, stepping aside so she could enter. Molly took a deep breath, letting the AC cool her body. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand before making her way over to the fridge.

“I have to put them on the trays first, you know, make them look nice,” Molly didn’t glance behind her as she reached for the fridge.

“You never mentioned who you were,” Brad, or Rooster, said lowly from the other side of kitchen island.

She shrugged, grabbing a tray and setting it down behind her, “You didn’t ask.”

He watched as she moved around the kitchen. She seemed almost smaller today than she did last night. There was something about this Molly that seemed vastly different from the girl who seemed larger than life in the bar last night.

“You’re in college,” He stated, “and the Admiral’s daughter.”

“You say that like he’s the only Admiral,” She rolled her eyes, lining up the eggs on a platter.

“Considering who your father is, he’s the only one that matters,” He pointed out, voice lowering even more.

Her back was still to him, which meant that he couldn’t see the way she paused. The way her face fell. Sometimes she hated being a Kazansky, because of the way people acted around her, how it changed everything.

She gripped the door of the refrigerator, forcing a deep breath to fill her lungs before turning around, “Look, last night I was just a girl in a bar. All that happened was that you saved me from some very pushy young pilot. I was just a girl in a bar.”

“How old are you, Molly?” He didn’t want to ask, he didn’t want to know, but he needed to.

She closed her eyes, head hung low, “Twenty-one.”

He cursed under his breath, taking a few steps away. For some reason, Molly felt like she was doing something that she shouldn’t, breaking rules she didn’t even know existed. She felt like a small child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Guess I’m not just a girl in a bar anymore,” She whispered.

“I wish you were,” He admitted softly.

She nodded, putting the last of the deviled eggs on the platter, “Believe me, so do I, Lieutenant Bradshaw. But I don’t get to be her while I’m here.”

She shook her head and cleared her throat, “If you’ll take this platter, I’ll get the other one.”

She seemed smaller and smaller as she made her way to the back door. He watched as she paused, straightening her shoulders like she was getting ready to walk back into the lion’s den. He could see the precise moment she changed and put on the act. He could see how she suddenly became the perfect admiral’s daughter.

He couldn’t help but wonder who the girl he saw last night really was. Or if he could somehow see her again. He liked the way she smiled, an almost dangerous sort of smile. He liked the confidence she seemed to have as she walked away from him last night, the sly glance back over her shoulder.

Twenty minutes later, Molly walked back towards her parents, Erika and Beth just behind her, “Pardon the interruption, would you mind terribly if the girls and I left? I promised I’d take them to the beach today.”

“Oh, of course honey. Just stay close to The Hard Deck so Penny can keep an eye on you,” Her mother said softly.

“Oh, already planning on it,” She met Bradley’s eyes from across the yard, “Penny said she was going to help Amelia with her homework on the deck. We’ll stay close, I promise.”

Rooster took note of the way she smiled sweetly, but how her eyebrows raised slightly when she turned away from her parents and faced him. Fanboy shoved his shoulder, telling him to cool off staring at her. But he caught the shift again, seeing the prim and proper, quiet and studious daughter melt away to something else.

Her two friends waved at the three pilots before disappearing into the house. The girls laughed all the way up the stairs. Dresses went flying the second they were back in Molly’s room, being replaced with bikinis and tank tops. Molly yanked the pins out of her hair and tossed it up into a ponytail before slipping on her flip flops.

“Do you still have that easy set up net?” Erika questioned.

“Already in the back of the truck,” Molly laughed, “Now c’mon, we gotta go out through the front so we avoid everyone.”

“Whatever, you two better get ready for me to kick your asses on the beach,” Beth joked.

“Did you forget that I had the best hitting percentage in the Big East last season?” Molly questioned.

“I didn’t forget,” Erika groaned, “I had a concussion at the beginning of the season because of you.”

“Yeah yeah, she’s got an arm on her. Faster we get out there, the faster we can play, and the faster I can tan.”

Molly laughed, grabbing her friends hands and dragging them back down the steps. She could still hear the gentle music from the party in the backyard, but it was drowned out by the sound of her two friends laughing.

The three of them made a break for Molly’s pickup truck, throwing their bags in the back. Molly was buzzing, ready to feel the sand between her toes. Being away from the water like this was one of the things she hated most about being all the way at UConn. She traded the beach for blizzards.

“Where are you sneaking off to, Miss Kazansky?”

Molly spun around, seeing Bradley leaning against the garage with two other guys behind him, “Going to play some volleyball on the beach. You and your friends are welcome to join, Lieutenant.”

“You can bring those too, you might need them,” Beth called, hanging out of the window of the truck, “Molly here has quite the arm on her.”

Molly coughed, turning to glare at Beth, “They dodge missiles and fly fighters for a living.”

“And? You fire missiles of your own. Now get in the damned truck and let’s go.”

Molly looked back over at Bradley one last time, giving him that same smile again, before she climbed into the driver’s seat of her truck. The other girls gave her hell the whole drive over to The Hard Deck, but even that stopped the moment they all got on the beach. There was silence as they set up the volleyball net. There was something about beach volleyball, just having fun with friends, that made Molly feel free again.

Penny and Amelia watched from the back deck of the bar, trying not to laugh. The girls played singles, making the person on the other side of the net really work for every point. Molly already had sweat dripping down her face and back, but she loved it. Her shorts were long forgotten on her towel, leaving her in her bikini and tank top.

“C’mon Moll, slam her!” Erika yelled from her spot on the towels, “No mercy.”

Molly laughed as she set the ball up high enough for her to maneuver for the hit. She flew through the air, swinging her arm with almost too much force as she connected with the ball. Her breath came out as a grunt as she connected to the ground again. Beth didn’t even seem to have time to think about the ball before it was already landing in the sand.

“God, she wasn’t kidding.”

Erika looked up, seeing Bradley standing next to her, “No, Beth wasn’t joking. Molly becomes a whole different person on the court. There’s a reason she was team captain too.”

He smiled, watching her play. Her friend was right, Molly seemed like a different person. Last night she was confident and larger than life, at her house she was meek and agreeable, but on the court like this she was fierce and unstoppable. Even though she was the only one to cover her half of the court, she managed with ease.

“Look, I don’t know why you decided to come, or what kind of hold you already seem to have over her. But between you and me, she has a fragile heart. She’ll act like she doesn’t, but she does. Beth and I might be the use once and walk away kind of girls, but Molly isn’t. So, think long and hard before you get involved with her, flyboy.”

He cleared his throat and bent down to be at eye level with Erika, “I’m not one of those guys.”

Erika scoffed, “No, you are. Even if you don’t want to admit it. Because one way or another, you will leave. She’s special, the faster you realize that the better.”

“And why exactly are you telling me this?” Bradley questioned.

“Look, Bradshaw, was it? I’ve known Molly for a really long time, and she’s never really looked at guys. Claimed she never had time for them. The guys tried, believe me, but no one ever won her over. Yet, you’ve had two conversations with her, and she’s acting…well she’s acting more like herself than I think I’ve ever seen. So, be careful with her. That’s why I’m telling you, because she’ll be all in before she even realizes it.”

“WOOOOO that’s game!” Molly cheered as the ball slammed down one last time, “If I hit that thing any harder it would’ve been on fire.”

“I know, I had to dive out of the way so I didn’t lose my head,” Beth laughed.

The two high fived before Molly jumped on Beth. Erika couldn’t help but smile, their days of playing collegiate volleyball were over, but she knew the three of them would always be a team in some way. Even if it would just be beach games from time to time.

“Oh, you came,” Molly froze the second she turned to see Bradley standing next to Erika, “I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Is it okay that I did?” He questioned.

“No- I mean yeah, I did tell you where we’d be,” She fumbled, “Uh, Erika, it’s your turn to get your ass kicked.”

Erika laughed, smacking the back of Molly’s shoulder as she walked by her. Molly hissed, automatically doubling over and grabbing her shoulder. She groaned and cursed, doing her best to keep her arm steady. Beth dropped the volleyball, running over to her friend.

“You okay? Is it dislocated?” Erika gently put a hand on Molly’s back.

“No, not fully,” Molly shook her head, straightening up a little.

“Are you alright?” Bradley knew she was in pain, yet she was still trying to smile.

“It’s an old volleyball thing,” She explained, “I technically need surgery. But I’m alright, just need to pop it back in.”

“Up and over?” Erika questioned.

Molly nodded, bracing herself. Bradley clenched his fists, hating to see anyone in pain. She swung her arm in a way that forced it back into socket. He watched the way her body sagged, and how her two friends took care of her.

“Alright, sit and use a beer from the cooler as an ice pack,” Erika seemed to order, “Do you still have Advil in your bag?”

“Yes, you know I always have some,” Molly rolled her eyes, “Go play, I’ll be fine.”

Molly plopped down on one of the beach towels, motioning for Bradley to join her. She grabbed two beer out of the cooler and handed one to Bradley, holding the ther one on her shoulder. She sighed, sinking down into the sand.

“Does that happen a lot?” Bradley asked after a few minutes.

“Not as much now that I’m not playing all of the time,” She shrugged, “I got really good at popping it back in after a play.”

“So, you were really serious about volleyball, weren’t you?”

She shrugged, wincing a bit as she did, “Yeah, I mean it was my life for a while. It was a really good distraction, kept me from thinking about where everyone was and if they were okay. I don’t know, I guess I just channeled everything into it. Next thing I knew, I was playing at UConn.”

“I was that way with baseball,” He admitted.

She looked over at him, studding him for a moment, “You look like a baseball guy, in a good way.”

He forced back a laugh and took a long drink from his beer, “How long are you here for?”

“Spring break and Easter break manage to back up to each other this year. So, Erika and Beth are leaving at the end of the week so they can spend time with their families. I’ll probably end up driving down to UCLA to check out my tiny shoe box apartment at some point.”

“UCLA?”

She watched the way a smile spread across her face as she looked back over at him. Her eyes even seemed to twinkle. There was a pink tint to her cheeks and nose, he wasn’t sure if she was blushing or if it was from the sun, but he liked it.

“Yeah, I’m going there for my Masters. I didn’t want to stay in San Diego so I picked LA. It’s only a couple of hours, so I figured I could drive back on the weekends. Maybe see friends and stuff.”

She felt her body heating up, but not from the sun. The way he was looking at her made her want to squirm away, or climb on him. She wasn’t entirely sure. His eyes were soft, kind even, but there were layers to him. Like there was a lot right under the surface just waiting to be seen. She licked her lips, trying to break the haze that seemed to set in over her.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked, shifting a little closer to her.

She took a deep breath before smiling, “I don’t know, Lieutenant Bradshaw, what am I doing tonight?”

She tried to look confident, for the sake of the man sitting next to her. Molly didn’t want him to know that her heart was beating so hard and fast that her chest almost hurt. She wasn’t entirely sure that she could breathe properly either. She didn’t get nervous around guys, she never allowed them to have that kind of power over her.

But now she was worried that she might say or do the wrong thing. Or that she wouldn’t be the right kind of girl for the pilot sitting next to her. She wanted the chance to get to know him, really know him. For the first time, she wanted someone to really get to know her too.

Slowly, as they looked at each other on the beach, she began to realize one very complicated fact. She just wanted him.

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captainsophiestark · 1 year

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Blue Cookies

Percy Jackson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022! Requested by Anon :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Prompt: “Shut up I’m doing it!”

Summary: Y/N has a crush on Percy, a boy from one of their freshman classes at New Rome University. When they see him across the quad at a bake sale, they decide it's time to try to build a relationship beyond just sitting together in class (with a little help and encouragement from their friend, of course).

Word Count: 1,755

Category: Fluff

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"What the hell are those?"

I frowned at my friend as she stared down at the plate of cookies I'd made for our club's bake sale. We got a little bit of funding from our college, New Rome University, but if we wanted to go on some of our planned trips later in the year, we needed to do some fundraising in preparation.

"They're cookies. Obviously. What did you think they were, golden drachma?"

"No, that's not what I meant," she said, shaking her head. "I mean, why are they rainbow colored?"

"Because, Emma, that's more fun and I'm a legacy of Iris. Duh."

Emma huffed a laugh and shook her head. "Fair enough, I guess. Maybe it'll attract more attention to our table, too."

"Of course it will, because they look fantastic. I don't know why you're-"

I froze mid-sentence as I caught sight of someone across the quad. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon and the kid who sat next to me in Greek and Roman History, had just wandered into the bake sale. I'd had a massive crush on him since freshman orientation, and other than occasionally saying hi to him or asking him a question in class, I hadn't managed to get up the nerve to do anything about it.

"Y/N? Hey, earth to Y/N." I shook my head and then scowled as Emma snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Were you seriously that zoned out staring at Percy Jackson?"

"No!" I brushed her off, but I could tell she saw right through my ridiculous lie.

"Alright, enough. I'm not going to sit here and watch you pine for the next four years of college. Go over there and talk to him."

"What? No way!" I said, whirling around to face her. I stared at her like she was crazy, but she held her ground. "Come on, Emma, what would I even talk to him about?"

"Literally anything!" she cried, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Your class together, what it's like being freshmen, the weather! Hades, you have the perfect excuse sitting in your hands! Go over and offer him a cookie for the bake sale, it's perfect."

"I don't know... he's clearly busy talking to his friend."

"Y/N. You go over there and you talk to him, or I will shout across the quad and bring him over here."

"Emma, come on-"

"Hey! Per-"

"Shut up I'm doing it!" I cried, flinging the hand that wasn't holding the cookies out to try to get Emma to stop shouting. Thankfully, she did, and I sighed in relief when I glanced over my shoulder and realized Percy hadn't noticed her. "Alright, I guess... I guess here goes nothing."

Emma crossed her arms and grinned at me as I nervously took a few steps away from her, towards Percy. This was truly the last thing I wanted to do–I wanted to talk to Percy, yes, but I didn't want to deal with being the one to take the leap and initiate conversation!

Still, I knew for a fact that if I chickened out Emma would take things into her own hands again, and then I'd be in a much worse place than if I just swallowed my fear and went to talk to him.

He stood with another boy I'd seen around campus and the rest of New Rome a few times. I was pretty sure his name was Nico, and he was a son of Hades. He wasn't in college yet, but there were plenty of high school and younger kids who hung around the campus and the city. He seemed nice enough, if a little antisocial.

"...going back to see Will this weekend?" I heard Percy ask as I finally got close enough to the pair to hear their conversation. I saw Nico nod.

"Yeah. Anything you want me to tell Chiron or the others?"

"Tell them they decided to named the main class building after me."

"No."

Percy laughed, and I could see him getting ready to continue trying to convince Nico to take his story back, presumably to Camp Half Blood, when Nico noticed me. His eyes drifted to mine, and I gave him a small smile. When Percy noticed Nico looking at someone, he turned around to look at me, too, and when his eyes locked on mine I felt my heart stop in my chest.

"Oh, hey Y/N!" he said, giving me a bright smile. I smiled back, no doubt looking like a nervous wreck despite my best efforts.

"Hey, Percy," I said.

"...I need to go find Hazel," Nico declared in lieu of a hello. Percy turned back to him, looking confused, but I immediately realized Nico had clocked my feelings for Percy and was trying to excuse himself from the situation. I just hoped he didn't tell anybody.

"Are you sure you have to go? Y/N just brought over cookies, and- are those blue?"

His eyes shone with wonder and excitement as he looked back at me, and a burst of warmth blossomed in my chest.

"Yeah, they are. I've got some other colors too, but-"

"Blue is perfect," he said, giving me a warm smile and then reaching for the plate. "Nico, are you sure you don't want to-?"

Percy and I turned to look at Nico as one, but he was already halfway across the quad, apparently not wanting to stick around for our conversation.

Honestly, fair enough.

"Well, anyway, these look great," he said, turning the cookie over to inspect it from all sides. "Are you guys running the booth over there? If so, I'll take all the blue ones."

"Yeah, that's us," I said. "And that's twelve blue ones, if you're sure that's what you want."

"I'm sure." He smiled, more to himself than to me, then looked back at me and nodded towards my bake sale booth. "Should we head over there?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

We took a few steps back across the quad, and I frantically racked my brain for something to say. Percy took care of it for me, however, when he moaned after biting into the cookie and then looked at me with an absolutely stunned expression.

"Y/N, these are delicious!" he cried. "When I had ambrosia for the first time, it tasted just like my mom's warm, homemade, blue chocolate chip cookies. I don't think anything's ever going to be able to beat those, but these are a very close second."

My eyebrows shot up. "A close second to mom's homemade cookies? That's insanely high praise."

We shared a smile as we continued walking across the quad, and a little of that tension and anxiety eased out of my chest. Talking with Percy just felt easy, and natural, once I got over my initial anxiety.

"So, how close are you guys to your goal?" Percy asked again as we continued walking. He snatched another cookie off the plate, and I smiled to myself.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I arrived and then immediately went out to talk to people, so I didn't get the update on how we're doing with our goal."

"Well, with food like this, there's no way you're not close."

"I sure hope so." We walked a few more steps in a much more comfortable silence, but as the table approached, I realized I hadn't really accomplished anything other than starting a brief conversation. I'd talked to Percy, sure, and I'd sold some cookies, but when we got to the table, he'd pay and be on his way again. I wouldn't see him until our next class, where we wouldn't be able to talk much because the teacher was in the middle of a lesson.

I didn't want our relationship to be stuck in a place like that.

I took a deep breath as we got closer to the table, trying to work up the nerve to ask what I wanted to ask. I saw Emma working with a few other customers, and she raised an eyebrow when she caught sight of us. We were almost to the table, so it was now or never.

"Hey, Percy?" I asked as he finished off his second cookie. He started to reach for a third, but then stopped himself, and it made my heart melt a bit.

"What's up?"

"Do you... uh, I mean, would you want to get coffee sometime? Like tomorrow after our first class, maybe?"

I almost had a heart attack halfway through asking the question, but I'd managed to get the words out. I mentally cringed at the fact that my question was out there now, in the world, and I couldn't take it back or make him forget-

"Yeah! That would be great. My friend Hazel showed me this great place called Bombilo's a while ago, and it had some good stuff. Would you want to try that?"

"That sounds perfect." We shared a smile, and although I don't think I showed it, I felt like a star was about to explode in my chest. He'd agreed to go get coffee! And granted, it wasn't the most official date situation, but I absolutely didn't care. We were going to go chat and spend time together, just the two of us. I couldn't have asked for anything better.

I helped Percy checkout, then got him a plate for his remaining blue cookies. We exchanged a few more smiles and pleasantries, then he went on his way to go find some of his other friends. I smiled after him as he went.

"That looks like it went well!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as Emma appeared behind me, knocking me out of my longing gazing. I smiled at her all the same, since I couldn't exactly be mad at her after she'd help me ask Percy to coffee today.

"It did go well," I said. "And I still kind of hate you for your methods, but... thank you for helping me work up the courage to go talk to him."

"Any time. And nice job making a sale out of it too."

She winked at me, and I laughed as she bustled off to help another customer. About this time tomorrow, Percy and I would be sitting in a coffee shop together chatting. I'd taken the first leap in building our relationship and getting to know him better, and I couldn't wait to see where we went from here.

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lazar-codes · 6 months

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09/11/2023 || Day 107

Personal Chatter (aka I ramble a bit)

Still looking for jobs, and there are still none to be had. Any time I think I haven't applied to a job in a few days, I check and there's literally nothing new. What makes it feel worse is that my current part-time retail job cut hours like crazy, so I'm only coming in once a week instead of the 4 days I'm available. It especially sucks because I do want to spend my day working, but instead I'm at home attempting to program but I'm running out of steam. Not to mention it gets dark so early now; I used to love that as a kid, but as an adult it's just depressing. I think the only thing that's keeping me sane is the fact that I go out to play Magic on Thursdays with people, and I have ASL class on Wednesdays. It's nice to have scheduled weekly events. Hell, I've even been forcing myself to play video games for an hour or 2 every evening to help me get through my games, because even though I like playing video games, it takes a lot of energy for me to start a play session. The joys of being an adult 😂.

But some good news! I have 3 pages left in my sketchbook and I'm so excited to finish it! I've been drawing only in pen in this book for 3 years, so I'm so ready to start a new one and be able to use pencil and actually take my time with drawing instead of just pumping out sketches. People say that sketching in pen will improve your art faster and enables you to draw faster, but I realized I really like getting sucked into a sketch and take my time with it, which I can't really do with pen.

📺 : The Haunting of Bly Manor (rewatch)

🎮 : Mass Effect Andromeda

📚 : Fight, Magic, Items - The History of Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, and the Rise of Japanese RPGs in the West.

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Programming

LeetCode

I've been doing 1 problem per weekday for a week now! Yesterday and today I did some medium-level questions on Strings/Arrays which took about 2 hours each. Yesterday I had to look at other peoples' answers, but today I managed to solve it by myself. Am I in the top percentile for time and space complexity? Absolutely not, but I solved it, so I still consider that a win.

Hobby Tracker - Log # 4

I feel like I'm bored out of my mind. I know I said I was gonna focus on doing a full-stack project this month, but I still haven't done the desktop design for the project and I can't bring myself to continue designing. The good news is that I "finished" the mobile design, so I can instead pivot and just create a mobile app instead if I so choose, and I just might...or just do mobile-view first and get all the functionality done, then move onto desktop.

#codeblr #studyblr #100 days of code #programming #coding #lazar blogs

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queentheweeb · 2 years

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All Might X Quirkless Autistic Female Reader

A/N: I know All Might doesn't have a lung or stomach but here he does have a stomach

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If someone would have told you that you were going to be married to the former number 1 hero you would have looked at them like they were crazy. Why in the world would he want someone like you? First of all, you're quirkless. The man with one of the strongest quirks in history is going to want to be with a plain Jane like yourself? There was nothing special about you. You worked full-time at a grocery store with your program. You thanked that program and your parents for helping you so much in life and making it easier for you to navigate. You had three things against you that made people treat you worse than dirt, You were quirkless, you were autistic and you were a woman. No wonder your parents kept you sheltered they knew what they were doing. Honestly, none of those things should matter and should make society treat you as less than a person or as an object for other people's pleasure but, all well. It's going to take more than just you to change mindsets that have been the same for generations.

"I'm home my beautiful wallflower!" You turned away from the burgers and French fries you were making. You were scared of fire because you didn't want to get burned so Toshinori got an electrical stove and grills and other cooking machines to help you. It was really nice of him because you wouldn't be able to handle the pain. You were very sensitive from your ears, to your head, to your body down to your feet. You knew a lot of people thought you were dramatic and maybe you were but, you couldn't help it. A lot of things hurt you and a lot of things you didn't like. You hate loud sounds, being touched suddenly, bright lights, and certain smells that make you sick and you want them to stop or go away. Toshinori was very understanding of this which you were thankful for.

"Hi, Toshinori!" You checked the air fryer and pan seeing that the food still needed a few minutes before they were done. Toshinori liked his burgers medium rare while you liked yours well done. "How was your day?" You walked up to him to initiate a hug. You didn't like touch all the time but, you didn't mind giving hugs and kisses once in a while. He was quick to hug you and plant a kiss on your temple and let go. You loved how he would give you space when you wanted and would give you company when you wanted it. He balanced you well. You hoped you did the same for him.

"My day was alright, I saved a few people this morning and I used the last of my power for the hero course training. It's a good thing the students don't know my true form." You nodded your head knowing it was a sensitive subject for him. You didn't understand why it upset him so much because you saw nothing wrong with the way he looks, but everyone responds differently to such comments. You would cry and be angry because that would hurt your feelings.

"I think when the children find out the true form they won't treat you any differently. They love you because you are All Might the number one hero of Japan. You are also really sweet and nice and understanding." That was the most you have ever said without stuttering or thinking about something else. You were proud.

"You are really kind my wallflower. I hope that one day what you say comes true." You nodded your head leaving to finish cooking and for Toshinori to clean up and set up in his office. You lived in a studio apartment and had a routine of paying bills, buying groceries, and doing other things. When you met Toshinori you eventually fit him into your routine until he asked you to move in with him. That messed up your routine and you freaked out since you didn't have a routine now. It took a while for things to make sense to you but after a year they did.

"Let me just make our plates." You fixed his burgers and your burgers with the French fries. You got a cup of soda and gave him water. You sat down at the dining table waiting for Toshinori to finish in the shower. You checked your calendar to make sure you didn't miss anything important. You didn't have any doctor's appointments, you already had your appointment with your therapist on Monday at 3:30 P.M and your appointment with your Psychiatrist is on Friday at 5 PM. You tried to make them when you knew Toshinori wasn't home because it made you feel better knowing you were alone. He would not eavesdrop as long as you're not hurting in any way, shape, or form but, still. It made you feel better knowing you had the privacy of being by yourself.

"Y/N? My wallflower?" You jumped at the voice turning to see Toshi staring at you with a kind smile. You must have zoned out. "I think your mind went blank?" You smiled laughing nervously. He never got bothered by you zoning out or losing thoughts but, you still felt insecure about it. He was quick to reassure you though.

"I-I'm sorry I was j-just checking the c-calendar to make sure w-we didn't f-forget anything." You started stuttering rubbing the back of your neck. He walked up to you grabbed your hands and leaned his forward against yours. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you calmed down. Once you were calm he sat next to you and the two of you started eating making light conversations. Once you guys were done he offered to wash the dishes while you put on your favorite TV series. You liked watching the same thing because you knew what was going to happen and it didn't trigger your anxiety about what was going to happen next. The show was halfway through episode 1 when Toshi joined you on the couch with your purple weighted blanket. He pulled you to lay on him and laid the blanket on top of you. This is what you loved. You never had to say much and Toshi always knew what to do. You were glad to have married him.

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It was short and sweet.

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