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hopelessdelusional · 11 months

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“So yeah, that’s what I would like to do for this shoot! Any questions?”

You sat in the conference room that was just down the hall from the shoot with the all the workers for Bakugou’s shoot. Three nights ago, You and Hitoshi stayed up until 3AM discussing literally every single detail of the shoot. You had made not only a pamphlet that went along with the presentation but a whole slide show that explained why you decided on everything. Toshi said it was overkill, and you said it wasn’t enough.

You stood there as they talked amongst themselves and tried to avoid Bakugou’s piercing gaze as you stood nervously picking at you button up. You didn’t have to dress as professionally for the first time you came here because it was only a test run, so you were able to get away with jeans and tennis shoes. However for this meeting you had to wear dress pants that felt a little more tight than the last time you wore them along with a classic white button up and your favorite black heals.

“If that’s something you don’t like however I do have a whole binder full of ideas that we could start with but of course it would take a day or two to come up with more elaborate ideas-“

“It’s more than enough Miss l/n, in fact we can’t think of a single reason as to why we wouldn’t want to do this. Right Bakugou?”

Everyone in the room turned to him, forcing you to do the same. It was like torture! Every glance of him brought back more memories of that hour and a half worth of the messiest make out session you’ve ever experienced. How can so many things happen in only an hour and a half?! Maybe it’s just his charm, maybe that’s his secret. He’s a hell of an awful kisser but so much can happen in such a short amount of time. Maybe that’s just his whole gist in general! There was so much to learn about this man, and you hated that fact that you wanted to know everything.

“Yeah, I like it.”

Everyone in the room cheered as you and Bakugou maintained eye contact. You smiled at him, trying to be polite but that only ended in him bashfully turning his head away. You stood there still smiling, was it possible you were making the great Bakugou Katsuki flustered?

As everyone started to walk out, Bakugou’s agent, Allison Marks went up to you and hugged you. You were a little taken back but you remembered that Ochacko was the same way when you first met her, so you allowed it and squeezed her back.

“That was incredible! I’ve never seen such focus and passion into this kind of stuff! I mean you had every pose, every lighting change, every angle, every outfit, and even every makeup look! How did you do it?”

You blushed smiling, not having gotten this kind of recognition in a long time.

“I had an amazing friend who got me off my ass and made me work, he brings out the best in me.”

Allison melted at your words, “that is the most beautiful sentiment I’ve ever heard, y/n. You are just such a remarkable woman!”

She gave you one last quick hug, then raced out of the room to catch up with the rest of the team, little did you know Bakugou stayed behind.

“She’s way too energetic for her own good,” Bakugou leaned on the table as you cleaned up the room. You looked up at him before smiling at the thought of her bright aura.

“Yeah but it’s so refreshing to have in this line of work, not a lot of people think of photography as art anymore.”

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow at you, watching you closely.

“Art? You think all of this is art?”

You stopped what you were doing for a moment, before standing up fully again and looking at him. His answer seemed genuine but you still didn’t really know they guy. His voice was gruff and his face was pretty much always the same, except when he gets mad, now that’s something you’d like to watch with popcorn in your hands.

“Of course it’s art. There’s so much creativity and thought that goes into this process, I mean did you not just see my whole presentation?”

You shut the computer down quickly before walking over to the blond, who was now looking very amused at your new frustration.

“Look, you may not understand because all you have to do is stand there and look pretty but the people who work on this really do put a lot of human emotion and expression into making this successful. That’s the key with art, it’s more than just showing sweat drip down your glorious abs.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, not wanting to be any closer in fear you would somehow black out and end up kissing him again. In your defense his cologne is really strong.

“You think my abs are glorious?”

His tone was teasing, almost like he was testing the waters with you.

What was wrong with this guy? He’s so full of it that he didn’t even pay attention to anything that you said except for the one compliment!

“I’ll see you in ten Bakugou, enjoy your break.”

You tried not to sneer at the selfish man next to you as he passed you, and thankfully he got the hint and let you leave.

“Shit.”

You had finally gotten home after a long day of Bakugoy torturing you. It was so weird because it seemed like he was trying to mess with you but any time you tried to match his energy, he looked the other way and pretended you didn’t exist. What was this guy’s problem! You just wanted to shove him into a wall and make out with him talk things out so it wasn’t awkward anymore. He just wasn’t professional. That was it. He was too immature and you didn’t have to think about him ever again after this.

You were able to calm down by having your third cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with your laptop. Your team was able to get a lot of good shots today, and they wanted you to edit the pictures they got. The only problem was that the company that you work for now has a contract with this new editing software. They explained it in further detail but your shift was over and you have a nasty habit of turning off your brain whenever your shift ends.

“What is it?” Hitoshi came over to where you were sitting, chewing obnoxiously in your ear causing you to shove his face away. He just laughed and continued chewing, grossing you out further.

“I swear to go Toshi if you get cookie crumbs on my brand new laptop-“

“I’ve never seen this website, what is it?”

You rolled your eyes at his lame way to change the topic but you let him do it anyways.

“I…honestly don’t know. I genuinely have no idea where to even start with this.”

Toshi finally swallowed his food and leaned towards the computer. It did make you giggle a bit, he needed glasses but is refusing to even think about it making him look like an old person whenever he looks at a screen.

“Oh shit yeah, this actually looks like something from the future.”

You chuckled before swatting him away, trying to figure it out on your own. You created a whole career by yourself, all self taught for fucks sake! You can figure this one software program, everything is “new” at one point, you’ll totally make this your bitch!

“y/n you’ve been cursing up a storm for the past ten minutes, just email asking to use a different editing program.”

You grunted, letting your head fall on the table. You stared at the rings that still scattered across your fingers, not yet taking them off from work. Then, you thought of Bakugou again. You literally couldn’t get him out of your head, you’ve only been working at that stupid place for a week and you’ve already found yourself infatuated by him! That’s ridiculous, and not you. After the shit that your first ex made you go through you promised that you wouldn’t get as attached again, not unless it was a long term relationship. You hated situationships and how awful relationships had been for you. You just wanted to find someone you felt at home with.

“Hey, take a break, we can figure this out later.”

You sat up, taking a deep breath and realizing there was a small tear running down your face. You’ll be alright. You’ll find the right person when it’s time.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second”

You got up and headed to your room, where you were finally able to take off all the little pieces of jewelry and makeup off, and put on some comfortable clothes. As of right now you are home, and that’s good enough for you.

“No way! Toshi you never told me you were into Kaminari! This completely changes things!”

You fell back onto the cough laughing as Hitoshi covered his face with a pillow. You couldn’t say you didn’t see this coming, it was quite obvious the day of the party when you introduced him to each other. They already knew of each other from college but you weren’t aware of how many classes they had together and how much Hitoshi watched Kaminari’s channel.

“Shut up. I never told you because I knew you would would be a dick about it.”

You immediately stopped laughing and sat back up. “Toshi! I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable, I want to be that person you go to for everything.”

You tried to give him your most impressive puppy dog eyes but all you got in return was a pillow to the face.

“You are the person I go to for everything dipshit, it’s just this is embarrassing and I know I’ll never have the chance to go out with him-“

“Toshi!” you moved the pillow and grabbed your best friend’s shoulders. His eyes widened but quickly went back to his resting “i’m judging you” face. You leaned in close to his face, so close your foreheads were touching. You knew he hated this proximity but you needed him to understand the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“You are one of the most wonderful person, if not the most wonderful person I have ever met. There is no way in hell he wouldn’t be interested in you.”

Toshi stayed like that for a bit, arms crossed firmly on his chest before allowing his body to fall backwards into the couch. You stared at him, examining his body language. If you hadn’t known him for so long it would have been hard for you to read him, but right now you could tell that he was definitely thinking really hard, trying to comprehend what you had just said to him.

“Kaminari is really good at editing things, I bet you could get him to do it for you.”

Your eyes widened before you hoped up on your feet, scaring Hitoshi.

“Toshi! You’re a genius!” You rushed over and grabbed his face before planting a firm kiss on his forehead. “I knew you were my best friend for a reason.”

You raced to the kitchen where your phone was charging and opened twitter as fast as you could. You only had his twitter, hoping his DMs weren’t flooded with fans trying to talk to him.

“You know I hate it when you do that!”

You smiled as you typed away on your phone, putting it down after you sent a quick explanation to him.

“You know you love it. Want some more popcorn?”

“Duh.”

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this is why we can’t have nice things…literally

i think i got way too carried away with this one…i just didn’t want to have to do a shit ton for sunday’s post

speaking of sunday! im planning on doing some more written content for that post, and im gonna do a post with a poll if y’all are cool with that. i don’t wanna like explode ur brain with so much plot yk? if y’all are sick of my writing then i’ll just do a silly filler episode or smth idk i’ll think of smth

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- katsuki was definitely staring at y/n’s ass during her presentation

- katsuki didn’t mean to be rude when he asked y/n the question, it was genuine! he just sucks at showing emotion and y/n isn’t used to his weird behavior/personality yet

- katsuki is also not used to flirting like he thinks he’s soooo good at flirting (he’s not) but when someone he’s actually into reciprocates it freaks him the fuck out

- after they graduated high school bkg basically did the whole speech he did to izuku in the manga and apologized, they both cried and are now on good terms and their families hang out together on holidays again :)

- shoto is low key jealous of bkg, not in a toxic way, just like a pouting puppy, to which izuku always makes sure to smother his face in kisses to make him feel better 🥺

- idc if you agree or not bkg DEFINITELY says “lol” to piss of kami bc he knows it brothers him

- y/n and toshi are siblings your honor. and if you don’t obnoxiously chew in your sibling’s ear are you really siblings?

- toshi follows kami on EVERYTHING, it’s kinda pathetic :/

- kami is nocturnal. that’s it. that’s all i have to say about that.

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timelesstimesgoneby · 1 month

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All Disney animals I can think of but I'm not including any Disney animated cannon or anything connect to that universe and same with Pixar because of cars universe please add anymore in the comments section

Ducktales 1987â€“1990

Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers

1988â€“1990

Mickey's Christmas Carol 1983 G 26m

A Goofy Movie 1995 G 1h 18m

Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers 2004 G 1h 7m

Many Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh G 1977 1h 14m

Pooh's Grand Adventure: The Search For Christopher Robin 1997 G 1h 16m

The Tigger Movie 2000 G 1h 17min

Piglet's Big Movie 2003 G 1h 29m

Winnie The Pooh: Springtime With Roo 2004 G 1h 5min

Pooh's Heffalump Movie 2005 1h 8m

Pooh's Heffalump Halloween Movie 2005 G 1h 7m

Winnie The Pooh 2011 G 1h 3min

Christopher Robin 2018 Pg 1h 43m

Dr Dolittle 1967 Nr 2h 32m

1. Ice Age 2002 Pg 81 Min

2. Robots 2005 Pg 91 Min

3 Ice Age: The Meltdown 2006 Pg 91 Min

4 Horton Hears A Who! 2008 G 86 Min

5 Ice Age: Dawn Of The Dinosaurs 2009 Pg 94 Min

6 Rio 2011 G 96 Min

7 Ice Age: Continental Drift 2012 Pg 88 Min

8 Epic 2013 Pg 102 Min

9 Rio 2 2014 G 101 Min

10 The Peanuts Movie 2015 G 88 Min

11 Ice Age: Collision Course 2016 Pg 94 Min

Alvin And The Chipmunks 2007 Pg 1h 32m

Night At The Museum: Secret Of The Tomb 2014 Pg 1h 38m

Snow Dogs 2002 Pg 1h 42m

White Fang 1991 Pg 1h 47min

White Fang 2: Myth Of The White Wolf 1994 Pg 1h 46min

The Call Of The Wild 2020 Pg 1h 40min

Iron Will (1994)

Eight Below 2006 Pg 2h

Secretariat (2010) Pg 2h 3m Go

We Bought A Zoo Pg 2011 2h 11m

1. The Crimson Wing: Mystery Of The Flamingos (G, 2008)

2. Oceans

2. African Cats

3. Chimpanzee (G, 2012, 1h 18m)

4. Bears (G, 2014, 1h 18m)

5. Monkey Kingdom (2015, 1h 21m)

20,000 Leagues Under The Sea (1954) G 2h 7m

Swiss Family Robinson 1960 G 2h 6min

The Absent Minded Professor 1961 Son Of Flubber

1962 1h 42m

Sammy, The Way-Out Seal 1962

The Incredible Journey 1963 G 1h 20min

A Tiger Walks G 1964 1h 31m

Moon Pilot 1962 1h 38m

Rocketman 1997 Pg 1h 35min

The Barefoot Executive 1971 G 1h 36m

Monkeys, Go Home! 1967 G 1h 41min

The Misadventures Of Merlin Jones 1964 G 1h 31 Min

The Monkey's Uncle 1965 1hr 31min

George Of The Jungle 1997 Pg 1h 32min

George Of The Jungle 2 2003 Pg 1h 27min

Charlie, The Lonesome Cougar 1967 G 1h 15min

The Adventures Of Bullwhip Griffin 1967 G 1h 48min

That Darn Cat! 1965 G 1h 56min

That Darn Cat 1997 Pg 1h 29min

The Million Dollar Duck 1971 G 1h 29min

Bedknobs And Broomsticks 1971 G 1h 35m

Snowball Express 1972 G 1h 39m

Superdad 1973 G 1h 36m

Charley And The Angel 1973 G 1h 33m

The Castaway Cowboy (1974) G

The Cat From Outer Space 1978 G 1h 44min

The Hunter And The Rockstar 1980 Nr 60 Min

Disney Classic 4 Movie Collection

Darby O'gill And The Little People 1959 1h 33m

The Gnome-Mobile 1967 1h 24m

The Happiest Millionaire 1967 2h 52m

The One And Only, Genuine, Original Family Band 1968 G 1h 50m

Kurt Russell 4 Movie Collection

The Horse In The Gray Flannel Suit 1968 G 1h 54m

The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes 1969 G 1h 31m

Now You See Him, Now You Don't G 1h 28m

Strongest Man In The World G 1h 35m

Disney Don Knotts 4-Movie Collection

The Apple Dumpling Gang 1975 G 1h 40m

Gus 1976 G 1h 36m

Hot Lead And Cold Feet 1978 G 1h 30m

The Apple Dumpling Gang Rides Again 1979 G 1h 28m

Dogs 1

The Shaggy Dog 1959

The Ugly Dachshund 1966

The Shaggy D.A. 1976

The Shaggy Dog 2006

Dogs 2

Rascal 1969

The Journey Of Natty Gann 1985

Benji The Hunted 1987

Where The Red Fern Grows 2003

#animals #disney #Disney animal movie

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70s80sandbeyond · 6 months

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Kurt Russell, Debbie Payne and Frank Webb in The Computer Who Wore Tennis Shoes (1969)

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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years

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Grip Tape-Chapter 10 [P.P.]

Pairings: Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

Summary: Peter offers to teach you how to skateboard and who are you to say no? This is a pre-bite fic so we get to enjoy Peter Parker in his full Dorky Display.

Word Count: 4.2k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Marijana Use, Underage Drinking, Bullying

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Chapter Summary: Peter takes you to the nurse and you get invited to a party

A/N: Allusions to drinking???

The school nurse was a stout older woman. She had one of those faces that made her age almost indiscernible. She could have been 30. She could also be 55. No one knew and you weren’t about to ask. She looked very much like a human Mrs Potts to you.

You were sitting on the weird plastic bed thing that you found in most doctors' offices while Peter sat in a wooden chair close by. You sat swinging your legs, not saying anything. Nurse Shelly walked into the room closing the door. She wore black scrubs with jack o lanterns on them and white tennis shoes.

“Two of you? What happened?” You chose to stay quiet but Nurse Shelly was patient as ever, she simply moved to her desk and logged onto her computer.

Peter decided to speak up then, “(Y/n) hit their head on their locker door pretty hard.”

She turned in her rolly chair to face you. “Can I take a look?”

You nodded your head but didn’t lift it until you could see the scuffs on her tennis shoes. When you finally raised it she let out a sympathetic wince. You furrowed your brows in confusion. As the skin moved you felt a dull pain on your forehead.

“Yeah, you’ve got a bruise.” She put her thumb beside it and pulled gently at the skin and you felt the same pain again. “But it doesn’t look too bad.” She pulled out a pen from her front pocket and pressed a button on the side.

“Follow my finger.” She shone the light in your eyes moving her finger from side to side. You winced at first but adjusted quickly. You heard a click and the light was gone. You tried your best to see past the giant black circle in the centre of your vision.

“No concussion, luckily. I can’t give you any pain meds because I don’t have a note from your parents. The best I can do is some ice. I’m sorry dear.” You told her that was fine and she left the room.

You could feel Peter staring at you but you couldn’t meet his gaze. You weren’t sure why. Obviously, you were upset by the interaction that just happened. What Charlie had said to you made you very angry, and the way he talked to Peter pissed you off too, but none of it was Peter’s fault. You weren’t mad at him. So why couldn’t you look at him?

The door moved again and Nurse Shelly handed you a ziplock baggy with ice, wrapped in the scratchy brown paper towels from the bathroom.

Peter walked with you down the hall. He stood close but made no contact. He kept glancing at you but you kept your eyes forward. Why weren’t you talking to him? He knew you were upset but at who? Were you mad at him?

“Look at me.” He said softly. You made no effort to do so.

“Please, (Y/n)” He pleaded with you as his voice shook. You stopped moving and he took the opportunity to stand in front of you, blocking your way and line of sight. You were staring at his chest now instead of the brightly decorated chess club poster. You watched his chest move up and down and his arm move forward before he stopped himself, returning it to his side.

“Hey, are you okay?” You moved your head down as you felt yourself begin to cry. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You heard his converse as they took tentative steps toward you. You felt his arms on your shoulders, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. You shook your head, quickly regretting it as you felt a headache coming on.

“Talk to me, come on.” One of his hands left your shoulders to lift your head by your chin. He felt the tears on your face before he saw them. You tried to move your head away as you sniffled but he guided it back.

“(Y/n), hey what’s going on? Why are you crying?” You shut your eyes unable to look at him. His face broke your heart. You never wanted to see him like this. You had made a vow two days ago and here you were, going back on it so quickly.

“Please, say something.” He brought his hands up to cradle your face and you were sure he could feel the heat coming from your cheeks. His thumbs softly wiped your tears away. You took a shaky breath before opening your eyes.

“Do you- Does he treat you like that a lot?” Peter’s brows furrowed in confusion. He was searching your eyes for something but you didn’t know what.

“No,” He said softly, like if he was too loud you might shatter, bits of you falling into his palms.

“No, they may make off-handed jabs at me in the hall every now and then but, no, this is a rare occurrence.” You nodded your head taking in the information. Peter stood there quietly processing your question and your silence. Your eyes were trained on something over his shoulder but he didn’t care to see what you were looking at.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” You took another shaky breath before slowly nodding your head. You felt his one hand wrap around your shoulders before holding your head to his chest. You could feel his heart beating against your temple. You wrapped your hands around his back. If the DIY ice pack was bothering him he didn’t say anything.

Neither of you said anything for a while, just staying like that. Peter was breathing very heavily and you were concerned but you knew he wasn’t about to let you go to inspect him any time soon.

He soon returned his hands to your face, his thumbs massaging the apple of your cheeks. You gave him a sheepish smile and he returned it. He leaned down to press a sweet, gentle kiss to your bruise.

“Ow,” You teased, your smile almost doubling in size. He let out a low chuckle before raising your hand back to your forehead.

“You should keep it iced as long as possible.” He then grabbed your other hand and you both continued down the hall. It felt nice to walk with Peter.

He raised his hand to knock on Miss Barnes’ door and kissed your knuckles before dropping your hand and handing you your backpack. He started making his way to the library as the door opened. When you sat down a few kids started whispering. You knew it was about you but you didn’t know if they knew what had happened or were just theorising.

You crossed your arms and laid your head on your desk knowing Miss Barnes wouldn’t say anything. One of the many benefits of being a great student was that your teachers didn’t bother you.

By yearbook, your baggie was mostly ice water. Peter took the extra step to walk you to the computer you sat at every day.

“Are you sure you should be staring at a computer?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Peter, I don’t have a concussion, it’s a small bruise.” He was sitting on the edge of the table, towering over you again. He moved the bag from your head to examine your injury before placing it back. You heard the chair next to you scrape across the floor.

“Woah, (Y/n), what happened?” You turned to Trevor with a tired look on your face.

“I hit my head.” Trevor laughed and you felt Peter stiffen next to you. Without thinking you rested your hand on his leg. You didn’t notice Trevor’s gaze following the action.

Peter grabbed your hand, “I’ve gotta get to class but I’ll see you after.” He stood slowly and squeezed your hand before letting it go.

You were editing pictures of the girl's volleyball team when you heard someone clear their throat. You looked over to see Trevor smiling at you. You smiled back at him.

“What are you doing for Halloween?” You thought for a moment before answering.

“I didn’t have any plans. I was probably just gonna hang out with my Pops and watch movies between the knocks of trick or treaters.” Trevor's grin grew. He turned quickly to his backpack and pulled out a notebook and pencil. He scribbled something down and tore out the page, passing it to you.

“Well, not that your plans don’t sound fun, but if you want you should come over to my place. I’m having a party. It’s BOYB but there’ll be some drinks there if you can’t.” On the paper was an address and a phone number.

He grabbed the paper and started writing on it again before passing it back.

“You can come around 8 and if you have any requests I’ll make an exception. You can text me and I’ll try to get whatever poison you prefer.” You nodded your head and tucked to paper into your pocket before turning back to editing pictures.

By calculus, you felt your head pounding. Probably from trying to understand the content. You were okay at math, you understood it in theory, but doing the equations was always hard for you. You had thrown out the bag of cold water a while ago. Peter tried to convince you to get some more ice but you continued to tell him you were fine. He only surrendered when you promised to ice it at home.

You spent most of the lecture counting down the minutes until class was over. You couldn’t wait to get home. You almost banged your head against the desk in frustration when you remembered you had work tonight. You thanked your lucky stars that Heidi was working tonight so you wouldn’t be working alone.

It was a Monday night so it wouldn’t be too busy. Tuesdays were the worst because the movies were only $5. All the senior citizens would flock to the theatre and they took forever to order but at least they didn’t leave the theatre a mess. You were thankful you didn’t work weekends. You’ve only come in a few times on a Saturday since working there and you regretted it every time.

You met Peter at shop class and saw he was working on something. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was the little battery that runs the hands of the clock. His looked really complicated. There were a lot of wires. Peter sees you walk up and starts to put away what you assume to be a sautering tool.

You admire his clock. He hasn’t seemed to do any more decorating but he didn’t need to. The little house looked adorable. You heard him stack his chair and walk across the floor. You felt his presence behind you and fought the urge to take a step back and press yourself into him.

“What are you gonna do with it when it’s done?” Peter shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno, I was probably gonna give it to May. She loves all of my little projects.” You smiled at the thought of May showering Peter in praise before putting it on display in a very visible place.

You got dressed in your uniform and headed out the door to get to the bus stop. You were careful, making sure your visor covered your new bruise. You kept your uniform in the garage when you weren’t wearing it because no matter how many times you washed it, it still reeked of popcorn.

You texted your dad to let him know you were on your way to work. He usually didn’t see it until he was leaving work but he asked you to send the message nonetheless.

You walked through the mall admiring all the Halloween decor in the windows. You clocked in and made your way to the concession counter where Heidi was already snacking.

“Hey, (Y/n), You excited about this weekend?” You gave her a confused look before she rolled her eyes.

“It’s Halloween” She drug out the words, “Don’t tell me you don’t have any plans! Oh (Y/n) that’s just sad!”

You laughed at her theatrics. Heidi was a very eccentric character. She looked like the “crazy best friend” in an early 2000s movie. Today her jet black hair was in two low, spikey buns. She died her hair a lot and right now she had streaks of neon green. She had taken this job at the theatre because she loved movies. She had joked before saying, “They were getting my check anyway, might as well get a discount.”

“Actually, I’m going to a party one of my classmates is throwing.” She grinned widely at you.

“Whose party?” You told her it was Trevor’s party and she began wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oooooh, Trevor huh? He sounds cool.” You threw some popcorn at her head. She giggled before telling you that you had to sweep it up.

“So, what are you gonna wear?” You told her you didn’t know and you had never seen her light up like this. She started rambling about all the costume ideas she had. She threw out a lot of horror ideas like Chucky, Scream, Uma Therman and Carrie. You nodded your head passively knowing it was better to let Heidi tire herself out before interrupting her.

She let out a gasp and you looked to her worry written across your features. She grabbed your shoulders shaking you a little.

“You need a hot costume.” She looked completely serious and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You need to be able to flaunt your stuff in front of this Trevor guy because you’ve got the stuff to flaunt.”

You fought through your laughter as best as you could, “I don’t need to dress up for Trevor because I’m kinda dating this guy Peter.”

She gasped again this time clutching her chest. “You mean to tell me you’ve been dating someone and you’re just now telling me!” You laughed, throwing your hands up in defence.

“To be fair, we’re not even officially dating yet. We’ve just kissed a few times. And that all happened Saturday.” Heidi clapped her hands in glee before grabbing yours on the counter.

“Tell me everything!” You took a deep breath catching her up on everything Peter Parker. She listened intently, leaning her head against her hand and nodding her head. You felt yourself start to blush when talking about him like this.

When you finished she turned to stir the popcorn. “So your costume needs to be Earth-themed.” You laughed, “And why is that?”

She stopped turning to look at you as if you had three heads. “Because your boyfriend is a stoner, duh.” She said it like it was the most logical thing in the world.

“So I dress up as what? A sexy tree?” Heidi shook her head at you.

She was talking but you could tell it was more to herself than to you, thinking out loud.

“Earthy…earthy…” She tossed out a few ideas like a hippie or a goddess or a cowboy.

You were sweeping up the popcorn you had thrown earlier when she turned to you waving her hands.

“I got it! I got it!” You stopped, looking at her expectantly.

“Hold onto your socks because this is the best idea I have ever had and I might steal it next year.” She waited for you to say something and when you didn’t she continued.

“A Fairy!” As she said it she brought her hands up above her forehead and moved them away from each other as if displaying the idea on a banner.

You thought about it for a moment, playing with the idea. You told her you liked it and she brought you into a tight hug, jumping about.

You clocked out at seven and waved goodbye to Heidi. You texted your dad telling him you had some shopping to do. You walked to Spirit Halloween and made your way through the outdoor decorations. You looked through all the fairy costumes but none of them made you happy. There were a lot of slutty Tinker Bells which made sense for the character but you decided to walk away when you saw a Sexy Bob Ross.

On your way home you started thinking about the parts of the costumes you did like. You made a couple of sketches in a notebook by your desk before you came up with your final design. It seemed relatively simple and plausible in your time frame. You heard a knock on your door and saw your dad peek his head in the door.

“Hey kid, dinner’s ready.” You grabbed your notebook and followed him down the stairs. He had seen your blossoming bruise earlier and you explained it to him then. He didn’t feel the need to pester you any more about it. You also conveniently left out any of Charlie’s involvement.

Your dad had made burgers and fries. Your plate was already fixed with an open-faced burger so you could add your toppings. Your dad knew what you wanted on it but understood that the assembly of the burger was part of the fun. He giggled as you made a little smiley face with the ketchup.

You had started digging in when he grabbed your attention. “What’s that?” You followed his pointed finger over to your notebook.

“Oh, it’s my Halloween costume. Do ya wanna see?” He nodded his head smiling at you, he liked seeing you excited and happy. You flipped to the page with the final drawing and began explaining it and your plan to make it, all the while your Pops listened intently. He even gave a few suggestions on assembling and where you could get the material needed.

“So what are you doing for Halloween?” You realised then that You hadn’t even told him yet.

“Oh, Well, Trevor Daniels is throwing a party and he invited me. I was planning on bringing Peter with me.” Your dad nodded his head in thought.

“Will there be drinking?” You nodded your head slowly.

“Will you be drinking?” You swallowed your bite of burger.

“I intended to but I don’t have to.” He seemed to think your answer over. He wiped his mouth with a napkin before answering you.

“Well, I appreciate your honesty. I don’t love the idea but I trust you. You know you can call me at any time and I’ll get you?” You told him that you knew and were grateful.

“I’d like to give you a ride there if that’s okay. I don’t really want my car parked next to drunk teenagers’ cars.

“Yeah dad, of course.”

After dinner, you called Peter. You weren’t a fan of texting and just preferred to call. He picked up on the fifth ring.

“Hey,”

“Hi, Peter!”

“What’s up?”

“Are you busy on Halloween?”

“No, why?”

“Well, I got invited to this party but I don’t want to go alone. Would you be interested?”

“Whose party is it?”

“Trevor Daniel’s. It’s at his house and he said to show up around 8.” You heard some shuffling before he answered.

“Yeah, I’ll come. What’s the party gonna be like?”

“He said it’s BOYB but he said if I requested something he would get it.” Peter hummed at that before falling into silence. “So…what do you want?”

Peter paused before answering. “I like Tito’s but any vodka will do.” You nodded your head before you remembered he couldn’t see that. “Cool, I’ll let him know. My dad said he would drop us off and he can pick us up too.” “Does your dad know his little angel is going to drink?” Peter teased.

“Yeah, he knows. That’s why he’s driving.” You laughed.

Peter let out a small 'oh,' and then the call fell to silence.

“Hey”, he said quietly, “Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath before responding, “Yeah I’m okay now. I was just…I was frustrated.”

Peter seemed to consider your answer, “You were frustrated for me?” He asked more than said.

“Yeah, that was…it was rude. I don’t like that he talked to you like that. It was senseless.” Peter was quiet for a moment.

“I didn’t like how he talked to you much either.” You felt anger build up in you again at the thought. You were so wrapped up in being concerned for Peter that you forgot about what was said to you.

“Look, Charlie is gross and mean. I’m not going to take anything he says seriously. You shouldn’t either.” Peter didn’t seem convinced so you continued. “You’ll see. One day you’ll be the head scientist at Oscorp and he’ll be running his dad’s real estate firm into the ground.”

Peter laughed at that, “Thanks (Y/n), you always know to make me feel better.”

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kyndaris · 2 months

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Artisaint? Arti-Hell no!

On my quest to find a possible romance partner, I've met a range of different people. Some have been nice. Most are far too nervous. And then there are a few who fail to pass muster. While I usually like to get to know someone before meeting them face-to-face, I'm not too opposed to go on a blind date once in a while if it's for coffee in the middle of the day and at a public place. So, when my grandmother's friend, who runs a dating agency, told me about a man she thought it would be good for me to meet, I said 'Sure, why not?' After all, the whole dating experiment is meant to be about testing compatibility and seeing if we could be together in a romantic sense.

Long Black - the codename for this particular individual - didn't really chat to me much via text message but was keen to have a coffee. In the end, he suggested the Artisaint cafe at Burwood. I readily agreed. It was, after all, a nice in-between location filled with a ton of people.

Unfortunately, I was late to the date. Due to a few personal circumstances, I had to take my grandmother to the bank in order to reactivate her debit card and set a pin. Then there were the groceries to purchase as well as a few household chores that needed to be done. By the time I left my place, I knew I would be late and summarily texted Long Black the situation. He seemed understanding about the fact.

Open communication. One of the first tenets to the establishment of a long-term relationship.

Trying to be the good Samaritan that he thought he was, Long Black did ask me if he ought to order anything for me and was kind enough to send through a copy of the menu. As I was driving, I couldn't respond to him but by the time I parked, I informed him I didn't drink coffee and it wouldn't be a problem for me to order when I got to the cafe.

I arrived at Artisaint twenty minutes after the assigned time - something which bugged me because I dislike being late at the best of times - said 'hello' to Long Black and quickly perused the menu. In no time, I'd ordered an ice chocolate and a spaghetti bolognese as I'd not had the time to enjoy lunch. As I ate, Long Black peppered me with questions about my interests and life. He zeroed in on murder mysteries, after I mentioned studying criminology at university, and began asking about good shows.

There were a few other questions like my job, my family make-up and a few of my hobbies. Long Black was especially quick to say 'me too' if he agreed with anything I said. While these were all good and fine, considering we didn't manage to go over shared interests during our very short-lived text conversation, it did feel like I was being interviewed.

But, dear readers, let me first paint a picture of our Mr Long Black.

On the profile he submitted to the dating agency, he provided a photo where he was out on a cliff overlooking the ocean, advised he had studied computer science and that his hobbies included singing. The man I met was a nervous introvert. While the photo showed him in jean shorts and a nice black shirt, the man I met wore a baggy black t-shirt with 'Tradie' written on it in big block letters. He also had on a pair of grey sweatpants and white tennis shoes. He'd also done a poor job at shaving, with patches on the right side of his face. I later learned he'd only studied computer science to secure himself a permanent resident visa and that he was now working in a warehouse catering to eBay.

To say I was disappointed was an understatement.

In fact, by the time I finished my spaghetti bolognese, I was looking to leave. Mr Long Black simply wasn't cutting it for me. Especially as he seemed adamant to speak in English although I'd told him (and demonstrated my ability) to speak in Mandarin. He also expressed some views that I found a bit narrow-minded, without much potential for growth.

I don't like to speak ill of the people I meet but there was an air of desperation to him. Or maybe it came from the fact he kept sipping from his coffee cup (which already looked half empty by the time I arrived). Whatever the case, he reminded me of a high school friend of mine whose girlfriend had brutally broken up with him during their overseas trip and had lost hope of ever finding someone.

Coupled with the fact that Mr Long Black didn't like his job but wasn't making any steps to changing his situation, I had the feeling he was a man looking for a woman who could encourage him out of his shell and to force him to try new things. An extrovert who didn't mind 'fixing' him, if you will.

This, of course, is not me.

If you've read my post about Stray Gods, you know Apollo didn't much appeal to me because he was just a sad boi. I would prefer a manic pixie dream boy/ himbo golden retriever, or a power mummy who will step on me.

Okay. Well, maybe they don't have to be those archetypes (especially if they're an actual flesh and blood human), but I'm definitely not someone wants a problem project of a human. And after trying to 'fix' the one ex-friend I had, who also lived an incredibly sheltered life and has only now discovered gender fluidity at thirty because of their lack of exposure to basically everything, I don't need or want to fall back into old habits.

Although, to be perfectly honest, I think I do have a type. Shout out to my friend Redoubt asking me about this during our Christmas/ New Year party at the end of 2023. But honestly, I think my type might be women. Their the ones who can draw you in because they're energetic and bubbly and you don't feel silly around when you goof up. And while their laughs can be loud, it's also endearing?

I know! Revelation after revelation!

I was reading A Man Called Over for my work bookclub and while I'm not as good with my hands as Ove is, I'm definitely the more curmudgeonly type of individual. As I've told quite a few people, I'm the grump who needs a sunshine to brighten up their days. The one whose nose is booped when they're being stubborn.

So, what I need is the Enid to my Wednesday. The Harley to my Ivy.

In any case, I didn't stay long with Mr Long Black, feigning an excuse to leave after an hour and a bit in his stomach. Given I'd also ordered more than he did, I also paid for the bill. In this age of equality and feminism, it seemed like the decent thing to do despite his objections (Long Black was seated on the cushion-y seats inside the booth while I sat outside).

Afterwards, I took a gander around Burwood Westfield before heading home, retreating once more to the comfort of my books and video games.

So ended a not so successful date.

But who knows, maybe I might have found a spark as I've been travelling overseas. By now, @bleachpanda and I are probably in Japan and will be making our way back home to Australia in a few short days. True, we'll miss out on the cherry blossom season but there's always next time!

#personal blog #dating #artisaint #spaghetti bolognese #the food was great #so was the ice chocolate

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rubykgrant · 1 year

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Real conversation I just had with my mom-

mom; Who was the bad guy?

me; In what?

mom; In the movie

me; WHAT movie?

mom; The computer movie!

me; ... the Matrix? Agent Smith???

mom; No! The computer movie with Kurt Russel!

me (trying to remember if there was something significant regarding a computer in The Thing. there was not, and the bad guy in that was... the Thing); ... are you thinking of... the Computer Who Wore Tennis Shoes?

mom; NO! The movie where Kurt Russel went INTO a computer world!

me; That's... TRON

mom; Yeah, Tron!

me; Well, Kurt Russel wasn't in that movie

mom; He wasn't? The who was it?

me; The- the Dude... Jeff Bridges (I had to think about the Last Unicorn to unlock his real-person name in my brain)

mom; OHHH, yeah, that's right, it was Jeff Bridges!

me; And the bad guy was Master Control Program. MCP

mom; YES! Master Control Program!

me; Good, I'm glad I could Nancy Drew my way through that for you

mom; What were the people called in the computer world?

me; Users. And the game was Space Paranoids

mom; Right, thank you!

(I think she was trying to look this up on her computer at work, but it wasn't giving her the correct answer... because she was typing out "bad guy in Kurt Russel computer movie")

#hahaha #me #my life

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thedomtreader · 8 months

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I'm trying to follow this Disney wanting to use AI story and just......am I the only one who remembers the movie Smart House? There was also that movie Pixel Perfect, and Disney made a bunch of movies about Artificial Intelligence. Hell, throw in that Kurt Russell movie "The Computer Who Wore Tennis Shoes" that they remade in the 90s. Every single one has the same theme - AI sucks, it's not perfect or reliable.

Well duh. There are glitches, crashes, and the worst is when a site freezes. Every other week a social media site is down, and I'm supposed to believe Artificial Intelligence is the future of movie making? The AI unit has to be plugged into a machine in order to work, as soon as that machine malfunctions so will the AI unit. I'd say go the route of claymation but I've seen behind the scenes footage for those movies, a five minute segment in the movie can take 8 hours of moving characters and background around.

I recently read that Disney wants to hook up the parks to machines, in an effort to use AI and cut costs........the same parks with rides that Disney refused fix during the pandemic? I don't see this working out well for the company. Because if they can't keep up maintenance on rides, how the living fuck will they do it for their AI units?

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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Any thoughts/opinions on the 1969 film The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes?

(I haven't seen this film, just read about it; not sure if there's enough interesting about it to make this response worth making)

Okay, quick and dirty, but this is what I saw about The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes in Wikipedia.

The film concerns a team of computer programmers that are being hired by a small, up-and-coming, tech startup called Dimensional, to write a program that can understand humans. The idea of the startup is that it sells an Artificial Intelligence (AI) to big companies that want their computers to communicate and cooperate.

On the Dimensional team is Dr. Paul McCaffrey, who is their programming and AI specialist.

[...]

[The team] come up with the idea of using a simulation model of humans to train their AI program. The project is then put on hold due to the high cost of simulating a single human with a machine learning AI (the model would require at least two humans).

[McCaffrey] suggests they use the same kind of model they are working on, that is, a small group of humans called a human village.

The model has already been tested using a village of 10 people, but they need to increase the group size until they are able to "write" an AI program. The researchers are surprised that their village of 10 people can actually learn how to communicate and cooperate. This surprises the researchers because the goal of this project is to learn the same type of skills humans can learn, such as language and social interaction.

Dr. McCaffrey, while in England, finds Dr. Ludwig (Richard Ayoade), a new PhD student at MIT.

Dr. Ludwig has a "secret weapon" with which he can help the simulation project and train the AI to "learn" how to act like humans.

The researchers, however, are concerned that Ludwig is actually the devil in disguise and wants to take over. He was a doctorate student in physics before he joined the simulation project.

[...]

[While the project is still on hold], Dr. Ludwig suggests that they try his method of "taming" the human village. This involves making the villagers talk to each other. Ludwig says he has "tamed" his own village.

[Ludwig] has trained the villagers to make small talk, such as "what is your name?", "how are you?" and "how do you like the weather today?"

Ludwig explains that each "tamed" villager in his village has a specific job, such as making tea, fixing the washing machine, or feeding the dogs. They spend most of their time doing whatever their jobs are.

[At this point, the main characters] meet Dr. Jekyll (Christopher Eccleston) and Mr. Hyde (Danny DeVito).

... and that's it

#(is that the tag I want)#ludwig and jekyll #(a good film)#crabstangel

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thedevilsrain · 1 year

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"Haha little kid i hope the internet doesn't ruin her let's share Kurt photos" vs "what a mature young adult who really enjoys Led Zeppelin and teaches me stuff all the time"

you either die a computer that wore tennis shoes or live long enough to see yourself become RJ macready

#thank you steaky ♥️♥️♥️♥️#ask meme #steakplissken

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sugarpopss · 1 year

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Who wants to hear about have I’ve mashed together Simon Kalivoda and The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes (1969) in my dumb little brain

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needsmustleap · 3 years

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Leaving comments on ao3 fics honestly gives me so much joy. Like I may be a trash person who's not accomplishing anything worthwhile but at least I can leave compliments on fics and maybe make the writers feel good

#anotha from the draftssss #I should go to bed lmao #we need to restart this computer and maybe it'll work better in the morning #lmao does anyone else remember the computer who wore tennis shoes #and the second one with the cereal #will regret posting this the morning without a doubt lol

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timelesstimesgoneby · 1 year

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1960 Madigan 1968 Dick Van Dyke Show 1961–1966 The Andy Griffith Show 1960–1968 Gomer Pyle: USMC 1964–1969 30 Min Each Episode Yours Mine And Ours Nr 1968 1h 51m "Brady Bunch 1969–1974 Brady Kids 1972–1973 Kids 1972–1973 The Brady Brides 1981 A Very Brady Christmas 1988 The Bradys 1990 The Brady Bunch Movie 1995 A Very Brady Sequel 1996 Growing Up Brady 2000 The Brady Bunch In The White House 2002" Hogan's Heroes Season 1-6 1965–1971 PG 71h 15m "Mission: Impossible Season 1-7 1966–1973 PG 133h 38m Mission: Impossible 1988–1990" 17 101 Dalmatians Abc 1961 G 1h 19m 18 The Sword In The Stone Abc 1963 G 1h 19m 19 The Jungle Book Bc 1967 G 1h 29m "Herbie Collection Love Bug 1968 G 1h 48m Herbie Rides Again G 1h 28m Herbie Goes To Monte Carlo G 1h 45m Herbie Goes Bananas G 1h 40m" "The Gnome-Mobile 1967 1h 24m The Happiest Millionaire 1967 2h 52m The One And Only, Genuine, Original Family Band 1968 G 1h 50m" "Kurt Russell 4 Movie Collection The Horse In The Gray Flannel Suit 1968 G 1h 54m The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes 1969 G 1h 31m Now You See Him, Now You Don't G 1h 28m Strongest Man In The World G 1h 35m" The Ugly Dachshund 1966 Rascal 1969 The Incredible Journey 1963 G 1h 20min The Misadventures Of Merlin Jones 1964 Monkeys, Go Home! 1967 G 1h 41min "That Darn Cat! 1965 G 1h 56min " Charlie, The Lonesome Cougar 1967 G 1h 15min The Adventures Of Bullwhip Griffin 1967 G 1h 48min Moon Pilot 1962 1h 38m A Tiger Walks G 1964 1h 31m "The Monkey's Uncle 1965 1hr 31min

" Sammy, The Way-Out Seal 1962 "Escapade in Florence 1962 1h 21m " Swiss Family Robinson 1960 G 2h 6min Blackbeard's Ghost 1968 G 1h 46m "42. How the West Was Won (1962) 43. What Ever Happened To Baby Jane? (1962) 44. Viva Las Vegas (1964) 45. Doctor Zhivago (1965) 46. Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf? (1966) 47. The Dirty Dozen (1967) 48. Cool Hand Luke (1967) 49. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) 50. Bullitt (1968) 51. The Wild Bunch (1969) " The Flintstones 1960–1966 "Gilligan's Island Season NR 1-3 1964–1967 " "It's About Time NR 1966–1967

" Get Smart NR 1965–1970 Batman 1966–1968 G 25min It Takes A Thief NR 1968–1970 Leave It To Beaver NR 1957–1963 Mister Ed 1958–1966 G 58h Daniel Boone Season NR 1964–1970 Beverly Hillbillies NR 1962–1966 Petticoat Junction Seasons 1-3 NR 1963-1966 Green Acres Season NR 1965–1971 Addams Family NR 1964–1966

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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Stress out [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 1.3k

N/A: I'm too stressed out, I wish I could have a Rodrick, but instead I wrote this lol

You dropped your head against the head of the bed, feeling how everything around you was spinning. You needed five minutes to rest from everything you were doing, but you were afraid of falling asleep on that little break. Your room was a mess, on your lap was a laptop, and you were surrounded by books, notes, and magazines.

Downstairs you heard your mother talking to someone and then the sound of the door closing, but you paid no attention to it and continued looking through the lined notebooks for something that could help you complete your essay. You were so focused that you didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs or the boy who then leaned against the frame of your door.

"Hey"

"Rodrick?" you said looking at him. He wore a plaid shirt over a black one, skinny jeans, and his usual stained tennis shoes. He looked really cute with messy hair, but to be honest, he looked handsome either way. “What are you doing here? It's not Friday” you exclaimed and you had to look at the date on the calendar to make sure of that.

"I thought you wanted to see your boyfriend a little more," he said shrugging as he entered the room "Oh and we also have this thing, what is its name? Ah yes, algebra project” he joked and you closed your eyes in frustration.

"Shit! I had completely forgotten” you moaned and covered your face with both hands, feeling the stab of pain in your head increase considerably “God, I'm so sorry. Let me clean this place up a bit…” you said, reaching over the computer to pick up most of the documents. Rodrick instantly noticed your frown and tired eyes, but he said nothing and just sat in the swivel chair at your desk. “Mind if I take five more minutes to try and finish this paragraph? I don't want to lose the thread”

"Sure, no problem," he said with a small smile, putting his backpack aside and taking one of his notebooks. Actually, he wasn't going to do the homework, he was trying to complete a song for the band, but you didn't have to know that.

As the minutes passed (which were more than five) Rodrick could notice your frustration and when he noticed your slightly crystallized eyes, he knew it was time to intervene.

"Wow, time out," he said approaching you and carefully taking the computer away from you. Even though you moaned, he placed it on the table next to him "Are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, it seems that you are about to burst into tears and also forgot that I would come” he murmured taking a seat in front of you, leaning on one hand "I mean, you never forget anything, I'm the distracted one here"

"I'm fine, I just need to finish my essay so I can start with algebra and then with science class."

"Science is due next week and you still have two days for your essay," he said as an observation.

"I know, but I want to get a good grade and if I don't work on it from now on, I won't be able to do it well" you snorted and Rodrick grinned.

“For God's sake, Y/N, you'll get a good grade even if you do your work with your eyes closed. I always hand things over a day later and the teachers give me a wonderful C” he laughed, making you smile just a little too. But somehow the tears escaped from your eyes and then there was no way to stop them "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he was quick to say, at your sudden change in mood, while he extended his arms so he could hug you. Although almost no one believed it, Rodrick was excellent at comforting people (but only you had the privilege of knowing) so that day he was no exception. "Tell me what's wrong, babe," he asked softly. His hands were already on your back, giving gentle strokes, and his cheek was resting against your head.

"I'm so sorry, it's just..." you sobbed, struggling to be able to say something coherent "I feel so pressured by the school and lately I have a hard time concentrating, which makes it even worse" you confessed, with your face hidden in his shirt "And today I completely forgot you were coming, we haven't talked for days because of the stupid school, we haven't had a date in weeks and I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world”

"No, you're not" she murmured against your hair, tightening her grip on your body "I've been busy with the band too, it's not all your fault"

"I can't take this fucking migraine anymore and I just can't finish anything I started" you continued, between sobs, and he felt her chest hurt a little when he heard you cry "I feel so frustrated" you completed. His hands were firm on your body and contrary to what you expected he smelled pretty good. He liked the cologne that he wore, very masculine and that he reminded you (for some reason) of the beach. And suddenly you realized that despite what you had said, things didn’t seem so terrible being in the arms of Rodrick. His cotton plaid shirt was warm and his chin resting on your head was reassuring. It was strange how a boy who seemed so rude and brusque could bring that peace to you.

"Love, I think you are burdening yourself with too much work" he exclaimed, once you were a little calmer "You should relax for a while, maybe that will work" he whispered tenderly and carefully separated from you. When you were about to complain you felt his hands go up to your shoulders and then he spoke again "You are too tense, let me help you, okay?" he hummed, and immediately afterward he began to massage your shoulders, gently, while you closed your eyes and gave in to his caresses. He was very good with his hands, a direct consequence of being a drummer.

He continued to do this for a few seconds, managing to make you more and more sleepy each time, until you felt his full lips press against yours in what began as a soft kiss. Suddenly the tension and stress were less and all your attention was directed to the feeling of your mouth against his. It's been a long time since you gave him a kiss (a proper one) and you didn't take long to get on his lap so you could deepen the contact. His hands traveled to your thighs (I loved putting them there) and yours went up to hold his face. Rodrick loved that you treated him like that, holding him by both cheeks as if he were something worth caring for. You separated just a few millimeters every so often to take a breath, but you kept your eyes closed, enjoying every part of your body in contact with his until finally you couldn't put it off any longer and you had to separate.

Your breathing was racing and when you brought your forehead to his you knew that Rodrick was also trying to catch his breath. Maybe it was thanks to the hormones that kiss had triggered in your brain, but the stress had definitely subsided.

"Better?" he asked and you could feel that victorious smile on your lips. You were finally able to imitate his smile as you brought your lips together for the second time making sure to kiss him more calmly.

"Somehow you always know what I need, my pretty boy" you praised him and he gave a little laugh as he nuzzled your nose with his.

"So do you want me to continue kissing you or do we do the algebra project?"

“Fuck the project. Fuck the school” you said without thinking twice and kissed him again while pushing him to lie on your bed.

In the end, you got a C on your project, but it was totally worth it.

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