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chansbabygirlsstuff · 2 years ago

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Just a bet.... Chapter 1

Boring, that's how I describe math class, the teacher shits on us for not remembering the formula for x or whatever she is blabbering about.

let me explain how college works for me, There are always groups of everything and clubs for anything, for example, the soccer majors, you know the leaders there are amazingly fit and all, all the girls there want them for their own, but that's not how it works in here then you have the dance majors who are incredibly sexy because the way they move is so ugh.....and music majors hot af, science majors they are actually the funniest and smartest of all the uni, theater majors, dramatic af, psychology majors they only read your mind and always so nosy in whatever is going around because they are 'trying to understand whats going on in their heads so they can solve it ', law majors super gossips, and more, you know at the end it's a university and there is lots of stuff to study.

My name is Y/n and I'm a law major currently in my 2nd year here, but I really don't have friends, just being around so many people is not a good influence all the time but people talk to me sometimes ( when they need something from you) some girls in my major are amiable and cute so maybe they are not a bad influence.

"Y/n" Yuna screamed my name from across the class making people look at her and then at me, as she walked towards me with her friend group: Tzuyu, Mina, and Lia.

"hey girl you still up for studying in the library?" "Sure" you answered remembering that they invited you to study yesterday for a group project. you stand up and follow them out of the class to change your path to go to your locker, as you put your stuff away you hear loud laughs and teasing between a group of boys passing through the hallways behind you, the sassy, fun, amiable guys at the school, the popular Boys they are pretty chill but of course, they have there bad shit like hookups during the week with different girls and then leaving them heartbroken after

Seugmin is a baseball major he pretty cool ngl, then there is Lee Know a dance major, Felix in computer science major, Han, Chanbing, and Bang Chan are Music majors but they also studying something else Han is in a Scientific major and Chanbing is in Economics Chan is in Business and then there's I.N who also studies law and Hyunjin who is in soccer major and Accounting.

"Y/nnnnnnn" Hyunjin comes running toward me with a cute smile and a wobbly run and grabs me from my shoulders moving me side to side as I almost lose balance "What do you want Hwang?" I said annoyed because he only talks to me to annoy me or ask me for something, like last time...

Flashback*

"Y/nnnnnn," he says screaming from the end of the hallway as I turn to him and say, "What Hwang?" I looked dead into his eyes "Oh don't be mean to me you love me" he said dramatically" " I just wanted to borrow 20 bucks please" he begged "For what?" he stayed silent and said "Well I bet Han that he couldn't fit his whole hand in his mouth and he did it but now it's stuck so Lee know is taking to the hospital, but now I owe that dumb fuck 20 bucks and I didn't bring cash with me, so please have mercy with this beautiful soul in front of you"he pouted his lips and gave the puppy eys as he almost kneeled down "fine! you better give them back tomorrow or you dead meat" I warned him as he left smiling and blowing a kiss at me jokingly

End of Flashback*

"So... I bet I.N to do karaoke night yesterday at his house and I would've done his statistics homework but now I'm too tired to do it and it has Law examples, you and he study that so can I please copy yours for him" he pouted his lips as I sighed and open my locker to give him my notebook "thank you so much I owe you so much girl," he said screaming and running towards his next class as I got to mine.

12:05 pm

it was lunchtime time so I went out to a cafe to get myself caffeine for the rest of the day and a chicken sandwich "That will be 14.99" the cashier said to me as I opened my wallet to get my card "I'll pay for that" a man next to me swiped his card for my order before I could even say anything "ok perfect please wait on the line and your stuff will be here soon" the girl said with a smile and left.

the man looked at me and smiled "Chan?" I asked confused as to why he was there and why he paid for my order "Hey, what up?" he said casually as he leaned against the table "Can I get the same please?" he said to the cashier as he paid his stuff, "umm why did you pay for my things? I was going to do it" I told him while he smiled and told me "You Hyujins friend right? Y/n?"

I looked at him suspiciously and said "Yes and no I'm not giving homework for free" "Technically is not free, I just paid for your meal, but I'm not here for any favours no worries" He said as we took a seat in one of the tables, I ate my food feeling weird cause wtf do he want now? " so is there anything you need?" I said and he looked taken back at my comment that yeah... it was kinda rude.

"no nothing I just saw you were a good friend of Hyunjin's and you seem like a fun friend to have around, so I wanted to be friends with you too," he says smiling at me as I looked confused at him "Plus you're cute," he says with a little smirk appearing in his face "No seriously what do you need?" I said a bit annoyed by his comment and he just chuckled "Nothing relax I just want to be friends, as I said you look like a fun girl" he said as we continued eating, and then before I was finished someone entered the cafe "Chan my man" they fist bombed as the other male sits " hi in Han, your Hyujins friend right?" "OK, what does Hyunjin need now? cause this is weird"

"what do you mean? can we just talk to you?" Han said as he looked offended by my feistiness, I put my head down in shame but you can't trust these guys, they are always up to no good, as I tried to finish my food and just replied to their questions and small talk I got up and picked my stuff "ok I need to go, class is going to start soon, it was nice meeting you all" "let me take you to class" Chan said as he got up to accompany me but I stopped him before anything else "oh you don't have to don't worry I have to go to the library to study anyways" "I was heading there, lets study together" he said keeping up with me as I walked " I have a project with the girls so you will be stuck listening to us, so if your planning to pay attention to what your studying then I recommend to study in another table, they can be loud sometimes" " no worries I would like to learn what you know" he smiles as he follows me, why is he acting as he knew me since forever? doesn't he know that he looks like a creep who is about to kidnap a 23 female or what?.

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honourablejester · 10 months ago

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Starfinder 2e Playtest

Okay, I found a humble bundle literally on its last couple of hours, and bought the Starfinder 2e Playtest Rulebook.

I haven’t heard too much about Starfinder’s second edition, but from what I’ve gathered, it’s aimed to bring the mechanical side of Starfinder closer to Pathfinder 2e. Possibly even to make the two games compatible with each other, so you can bring elements of one into the other. Which … Mixed feelings? Starfinder has a very different vibe and power level, I think, so not sure how that’s going to gel. And from what I’ve read of the book so far, it is very much Starfinder running on a Pathfinder 2e chassis. Which, okay.

The playtest rulebook feels like its written primarily for people coming to Starfinder from PF2e, though, instead of people coming from Starfinder 1e, which felt a little odd to me.

As an example of this, the skills chapter talks about what you can use the Pathfinder skills for in a science fantasy setting, and says that Starfinder introduces the two new skills of Computers and Piloting, but doesn’t at all mention how someone coming from Starfinder 1e’s skills can interpret them. Life science and physical science are now apparently lores, for example, both bluff and disguise come under deception, etc. That’s not stated, though, you’re just given the list of skills and have to figure out what’s where. Which, you could figure it out, but the book is clearly written using Pathfinder expectations as the base, not Starfinder ones?

This really feels like it’s updating Pathfinder to the Starfinder setting, not updating Starfinder to the Pathfinder system, if you follow me? And I’m not sure how I feel about it.

That said. A couple other semi-random thoughts.

The ancestries were always going to be one of the wonky conversions. Starfinder 1e has an absolutely fantastic and lengthy list of playable ancestries, because they’re like D&D 5e’s races, in that they’re a one-and-done deal. You get your basic set of traits and you’re off. To convert that to PF2e’s style ancestries, with their feats as you level, mean that it’s a lot more work to write Starfinder 2e ancestries, and there’s a bit of me that’s afraid that means there’s going to be a lot less of them. Your choice of cool aliens to play is going to be a lot more limited. (Please, I want Sarcesians, they’re my favourites!)

That said. Some of the feats are really cool? This book has 12 ancestries, and two of my favourites, the ysoki and the borai, are in there, but the one that caught my eye was the barathu, which didn’t really catch my interest in 1e, but 2e takes their ‘bag of self-programmable gas and biological goo’ thing, their ability to tailor their own evolution in real time, and turns it into some really cool and fun feats. My favourite pair are Vent Gas (lvl 5) and Corrosive Venting (lvl 13), because barathus are flying sacks of gas, and you can make like a squid and vent a bunch of it at once to give yourself cover and propel yourself away, and then level that up to vent acidic gas later on. Which is, *chef’s kiss*, absolutely do want.

I’m definitely not so hot on the backgrounds. I do miss themes, which was where 1e gave you your ‘feats as you level’, tailored to what you do more than what you are. PF2e style backgrounds a little bit boring by comparison.

The classes I don’t have as much of an opinion on, as I’d have to play them to see what they feel like.

The skills … Skills are definitely tripping me up some. I did kind of like 1e’s system where you got a number of ranks to distribute per level and you levelled up your skills manually. Pathfinder’s trained-expert-master-legendary is a weird mental conversion. I am enjoying some of the Starfinder-specific PF2e-style skill feats, though. Like ‘Percussive Maintenance�� if you’re expert in crafting, which is exactly what it sounds like (hit a glitchy tech item to make it un-glitch itself).

I don’t really have a conclusion here. I’ve only just gotten the book, this was just the first idle browse. Definitely mixed feelings so far. It is weirding me out a bit that it’s so firmly based in Pathfinder rather than Starfinder in terms of expectations and explanations, I will say that. This is supposed to be Starfinder 2e, not Pathfinder 2e: Starfinder expansion. Or, well. Maybe I’m wrong about that? But it does more work to give Pathfinder players a cool new setting than it does to give Starfinder players some cool new mechanics. Pathfinder is the more popular system, so they probably do have reason to think that more people will have it as a baseline, but it does feel … a little rough towards the Starfinder player base? The skills tripped me up a lot, and I did have PF2e as my introduction to Paizo. But I liked the Starfinder skill system, so it’s tripping me up to adjust expectations in the Starfinder setting to PF mechanics.

But, you know. I’m willing to roll with it and see. Just. I would really like 2e Sarcesians? Also more mystic connections. I’m sure all that will build through the cycle, this is just playtest material.

If they’re taking feedback on the writing, definitely I’d say build some more Starfinder 1e expectations into how you’re explaining things? Like, I can figure out that engineering has been folding into crafting, and the social skills have all been rearranged, but some textual nod to that conversion might be nice, you know?

Anyhow! Carry on!

#starfinder #starfinder 2e #pathfinder 2e #playtest #random thoughts #first thoughts

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invadernurse · 2 years ago

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Catching Flies (Revised) Ch. 18

Chapter 18: Bad Idea Turned Disasteriffic

Overall rating: Teen

Summary: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That’s what they say anyway.

Teacher!Reader makes the mistake of trying to help the two most troubled kids in your class. This leads to forming a science club, learning some childhood psychology, adopting an alien older than you, and somehow catching Professor Membrane’s interest.

Afab Non-binary Reader;

The reader does have a last name: Nemo– which means no-name.

Chapter One |Master post |Ao3

One would think that after learning that aliens existed --one of which was one of your favorite students-- and that one of the few people you looked up to-- thee Professor Membrane-- denied it even after everything, things would… change. You weren’t sure how things would change, but they would have to, right?

No. They did not. School started back up once the aftereffects of the EMP had been dealt with. All the other teachers were still struggling, apparently having treated the weeks off as a vacation, but your classes were running smoothly.

Boltzmann got his wish, and was in the charge of the Science Club, which had been redone yet again (though you gleefully noted that it wasn’t quite as high tech as before, though still miles above what you had before.) Despite that, you caught him glaring at you in the halls and heard through the grapevine (Zim, Dib, and other kids who talked too loudly in between classes) that he was speaking ill of you.

“We shouldn’t tolerate such pathetic worms insulting their superiors,” Zim hissed after recounting how Boltzmann mentioned how he ‘pitied’ the children forced to endure your classes.

“No. That’s what started the whole EMP thing,” you scolded automatically. You weren’t sure why, but both he and Dib started joining you for lunch in your closet of an office. (And Foodio was now sending food once in a while with Dib to share. Dib said the robot was doing it unprompted, but you had doubts.)

“I am siding with Mx. Nemo,” Dib replied between bites. “If it wasn’t for the mess of the Expo, I’m pretty sure I’d still be grounded. As it is, I think Dad got sidetracked and forgot.”

Zim growled and snagged the pack of fruit snacks from Dib’s lunchbox. The pair still squabbled, but no longer like sworn enemies, but like other friends their age, or even brothers.

An alien who insisted he was matured, but acted typical of a 12-year-old human. Did his whole species act that way? Or was he lying about being fully matured? They had told you parts of what happened, but understood the gist of his kind had abandoned him and was more or less stranded on Earth.

Which made you feel a little better that you didn’t self project everything on him. Yet, who knew you could relate so much to an alien?

“Speaking of dad,” Dib continued after giving up the fruit snack. “He said something about you and him sharing drinks this Friday evening?”

Oh. Oh no. You felt your face turn beet red and hid behind your new computer monitor. “Well, I mean, everybody knows he likes his tea, and there’s a new tea house opening up. He had mentioned that he missed our conversations, so it just seemed logical? It’s what friends do, right? Right. Just two adult friends enjoying some fancy tea and conversation.”

“Your face is doing that thing,” Zim pointed out with a faint sneer. “That bludgeoning--“

“Blushing,” Dib corrected, shooting the alien an odd look. “How can you confuse bludgeoning and blushing?”

“Your language is confusing!”

“You two have class in five minutes,” you quickly interrupted, more than a little thankful for the interruption. “And Zim, you know if you need help with English, you just need to ask. Your grades are improving, but you’re still barely passing.”

Zim grumbled and started packing up his things, but Dib just turned back to you, his face a little too innocent. “I just want to be sure, this is a date, right? Between you and dad?”

You stared at Dib, who only stared back, and Zim had the same expectant curiosity as Dib, which did not bode well. “No. No no no,” you muttered as you stood and tried to push them from your office. “I am not having this kind of conversation with you two!”

“Hey, if not us, then who?” Dib whined. “I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other!”

“There are secrets, and then there are private matters--“

“He’s my dad, so technically…”

“Mr. Membrane. Mr. Irken. Miss Nemo.”

All three froze, and you groaned at Boltzmann down the hall, watching you shove the two boys out of your office. The teacher had a frown on his face, yet also had the look of a cat who caught the canary. “What are you three conspiring about now?”

“Homework,” you snapped before the other two could say anything. “I was just helping them with an assignment, so kindly mind your own business.”

“Oh? But the children are my business,” he answered faux sweetly, his frown turning into a smile that matched his expression. “Everyone knows you somehow have Professor Membrane wrapped around your finger--” You spluttered a denial which went ignored as he continued, “but I wonder, does the Irken parents know exactly how much time you have spent tutoring their son? Or your rather unprofessional fondness for him?”

Your blood ran cold, and you could numbly hear Zim and Dib quickly defend you. But you knew --knew-- that his implications could ruin everything despite being completely unfounded. He knew it too, judging by his smirk.

“Yes,” you lied coldly, though you felt numb. “They are fully aware.”

“Oh, is that so? I just find that odd because I’ve tried several times to get ahold of them with no such luck. Even Mr. Meyers hasn’t been able to talk with them since the start of the year. I was just about to get CPS involved. Just for a wellness check. “

The bell rang, and you could only watch as Boltzmann smirked and headed back towards his classroom. “What was that?” Zim snarled.

“We need to get your cover story and those robot parents of your into better shape,” you answered numbly. “I think he’s going to try to stir up trouble.”

“He needs to be eliminated,” he sneered. “He should not be allowed to speak ill of superiors. If he was Irken, he would be demoted to trash boy! And if he continued to be rebellious, he would be decommissioned.”

“We aren’t Irken, and besides, I’m hardly his superior.” You sighed. “Get to class. We can worry about this later.

--+--

After school, you had traveled back to Zim’s house, deciding it was the best place to strategize. Which also gave you a harsh reminder of how horrid his ‘parent drones’ were as they stared unseeingly, their grins vapid as mannequins. “Welcome home, son.”

“I guess we could go with our original plan of upgrading the parent-drones,” Dib said, giving the pair a distrustful look.

Zim gritted his teeth before conceding as well. “I agree. Obviously, there are some... faults with my programming.”

“Far more than a few, my friend.” You said, patting him on the head absently, not missing the slight flinch before he looked up at you oddly. “Sorry, habit. But they will not pass as parents at all.”

“Weren’t you abandoned by your parental units?” Zim rebutted, causing a twinge in your chest.

“Well, yes,” you admitted with a sigh. “However, since I am a grown adult who deals with other parents frequently, I have inside info.”

“A spy, yes,” Zim’s doubtful look turned into a grin as he steepled his fingers. “With you and Dib’s assistance, my drones will be flawless!” His laughter was a maniacal cackle that echoed through the late afternoon air, and this time, you couldn’t help but smile as the three of you entered the house. The interior was as odd as before, but now that you were aware it was alien, it made somewhat more sense.

The toilet in the middle of the kitchen still confused you.

“Teach!” Gir appeared like a bullet out of nowhere, slamming into you with his arms, forming a chokehold around your neck. “Oh, I missed you! I thought you were dead and I would never get to make cupcakes for you like I promised! They were going to be lemon berry mayonnaise!”

“Gir! Do not strangle them!” Zim barked, realizing you were gasping for air.

“Aw, Okie dokie!” The little bot released you suddenly, allowing you to breathe. You coughed, rubbing your neck. You watched as he zoomed away, already distracted by something else.

“So, um, did you give the robo-parents any kind of alias?” You asked, trying to stay on task while you followed the two boys into the kitchen, taking a seat at the small table. “Like names or a back story?”

“Their names are mom and dad, and they’re my parental units. Why would they need anything else?”

“Uh, they need a lot more than that,” Dib chimed in. “Parents have names, for one. Like my dad isn’t just ‘dad’, obviously.”

“Well then, what’s your first name?” Zim asked, looking towards you as he opened up his tablet and started a program with writing that wasn’t English, Cyrillic, Arabic, or any other language that you could identify.

“You want to use my name?” You asked after a moment of hesitation. Sure, your first name was nothing special, not like your chosen surname, but still…

Zim scratched his neck, looking… embarrassed? Shy? “Well, I don’t know exactly what names are common for humans…”

You doubted that reasoning, considering how many classmates he had, but withheld any arguments and instead gave him your name. It felt odd to see him write it amongst his native language, starkly contrasting against the other symbols.

“Everyone is so obsessed with the date of one’s arrival on this stupid planet. What’s your… birthday?” You wanted to protest that you were a bit too young to give birth to a twelve-year-old, but remembered some of your old classmates had given birth that young. You gave in with a sigh and answered before Zim turned to Dib.

“Dib-human, what’s your dad’s name?”

You felt your face heat. Even if it wasn’t anything real, just the thought flustered you far more than it probably should. “Wait, I don’t…”

“Professor,” Dib explained as he continued working on something on his own tablet, his face scrunched slightly in concentration. His answer surprised you, to say the least. Maybe to the world he was Professor Membrane, but surely his son would know his actual first name.

“That’s his title, not his name,” you said before Zim could enter it.

“No,” Dib looked up briefly, “His legal first name really is Professor. His title is doctor. So it’s like Doctor Professor Membrane with a billion PhDs and whatever else behind it.”

The professor’s given name had been a mystery for what seemed like forever, with wild rumor and allegations varying from the government had redacted it to the Professor himself had erased his name from all files. But: “He literally changed his name to Professor?” He was about as quirky as his son, so maybe you shouldn’t be that surprised.

“No, my grandparents named him Professor when he was born.”

You froze, mind reeling. You immediately thought of how awkward that had to be, growing up with that kind of name. The teasing and bullying he probably endured through his own school years. And he still became one of the most prestigious scientists in the world.

“That’s…” It was too much for words. Amazing, inspiring in its own way. You saw Zim tapping at his screen and was quickly brought back to reality. “It’s too unusual for a name, it’ll raise too many questions. Try something less odd, like Jhonen or something for a first name.” You could indulge in the excitement about being one of the few to know the truth later. Right now, you had business to do to keep both Zim and yourself safe.

You shifted in your chair, attention focused on the children in front of you. “And it might be best to have their professions as self employed. It’ll be less likely to be researched. Last thing we need is them to call up a company asking for them.”

--+--

The pizza delivery finally arrived and disappeared twice as fast between the three of you, plus Gir, who appeared out of nowhere to steal a few slices before disappearing with a mad cackle… down the toilet.

“Please tell me that’s not an actual toilet?” You asked, questioning if you truly saw that, water splashing and all as he swirled downwards. How could he fit? He would have to clog it, right? Where did it even go?

“It’s the secret entrance to Zim’s lab,” Dib said absently, chewing his own slice as he watched the robot disappear. “Real subtle, huh?”

“Secret entrance! To my Secret lab!” Zim hissed, kicking him under the table. “You are horrible at keeping secrets, Dib human!”

“Yeah,” Dib rolled his eyes, turning back to Zim. “As if you have room to criticize.”

“Children,” you sighed. “I know it’s getting late. We’re almost done, right?”

“Well, it is going to take cycles to program them if you insist the television isn’t a proper way to train them,” Zim sighed, shooting you a hopeful look. Yet you shook your head; television was hardly the way to imprint normal human behavior onto the machines. Zim’s frown deepened and he tore another bite off his slice of pizza with razor-sharp teeth angrily. “I could have found test subjects and downloaded the information, but apparently it’s not ‘ethical’ to use humans in experiments without their consent.”

“It’s not,” both you and Dib answered firmly with varying degrees of exasperation. That was another long hard battle. As amazing the idea was that he had the technology to simply download a person’s thoughts and memories, the fact he had been doing so in the classic alien-abduction scenarios was a little problematic.

“But, should someone consent,” you theorized after a moment, a bad idea taking form in your mind. “Would it be painful or harmful?”

“No one’s ever died,” Zim offered offhandedly. “And they seemed to return to their lives without any adverse effects. Sure there’s screaming, but I think that’s more because of fear than actual pain. But how am I going to gain consent without exposing myself?”

Were you actually considering this? Granted, when he talked about scientific stuff, he acted less like a child and seemed rather reasonable. And answering questions about every possible hypothetical situation and proper reactions was growing tedious. And you had barely scratched the surface.

Cycles. Days. And you may not have that long if you were being honest. Actually, you were surprised that Boltzmann hadn’t already followed through on his threat.

“So it won’t cause any kind of permanent issues or anything?” you asked, causing Dib to glare at you as he quickly finished his slice

“Mx Nemo,” Dib protested as soon as he could. “You can’t be serious!”

--+--

You had been serious, and now you were regretting it as you sat in a chair that was made for someone way smaller than you, a dozen electrodes attached to your scalp. Thankfully, Zim had skipped the cuffs for your wrists and ankles, though you were still rather jittery.

“Alright, Computer, attach the neurolink!” Zim commanded as he hopped down once finished placing the last electrodes to your forehead. You weren’t looking forward to trying to wash out the glue he used to attach the small things.

“Wait, the what? I thought--” you saw Dib pale a moment before something jabbed itself into the base of your skull. You gasped in a mix of pain and surprise, an unsettling feeling of something attaching to your spine and then somehow connecting to your mind.

Loading… Loading… !pak not detected !pak not detected !pak not detected Unable to connect to pak. Connecting to the organic system… … Connection successful. Unable to read organic systems. Converting the organic system to Irken… Organic system data converted into Irken. ⚠!Warning!⚠ Downloading of organic system data may result in other unintended data transfers with non-Irken biologics. Please dispose of non-Irken biologics after data transfer is successful to avoid Irken Armada secrets from being exposed to hostiles. Download saved data from the organic system? <y/n?> <y> Download commencing…

…

It was like someone had turned your mind into a projector for your memories and was forcing you to relive every moment. Every emotion, every response. Every agonizing moment where you pondered what you would have done if you had the chance to do everything over.

Everything, from your childhood, highschool, college, your short few years of teaching. It seemed to last forever as you went through the years, reliving your entire life and all the possibilities you could dream of. You felt tears --both happy and sad-- track down your face as you relived things you wished you had forgotten. Or moments that helped you through your darkest days, giving you a spark of light in the bleakness that had been your life.

Suddenly, a language you couldn’t understand ran through your head. The sky was a dark crimson red, and filled with ships dropping from hyperspace. You stood on the metal surface of the planet, aware of the Armada gathering. Being one of hundreds, thousands, millions returning home.

A flash and then everything was on fire. There was nothing but death and destruction surrounding you, and yet as you screamed it wasn’t in anguish, but in victory. You were proud, victorious.

Another flash and the heat of the fire was replaced by the cold. The freezing desolate cold of space. The only thing that heated you was the pak attached to your back. The only thing that kept you alive was the machine; like always. You could see nothing but the dim light of the computer screen and the infinite space around you.

And still Gir sung.

Then you back in your own body, suddenly on the floor and emptying the contents of your stomach. You were distantly aware of Zim and Dib yelling at each other as you tried not to collapse in your own sick, your arms shaking with the stain of holding you up as you knelt on the floor.

“They were screaming!”

“I told you and them there often was! They still agreed--“

“-- can’t believe you would do that--“

“--knew exactly what was going to happen--“

“Boys,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you tried to focus. The world was spinning and there was too much in your head and their arguing was not helping matters any. “Boys!” you attempted to yell, and while it was hardly loud, it thankfully stopped them from yelling.

Yet the silence that replaced it was almost as overwhelming. “It’s over now, right?” You croaked softly. “No point in fighting.”

“Computer, clean the mess!” Zim commanded while Dib knelt next to you, pressing a cool hand to your face. You didn’t even try to fight the urge to lean into the touch, suddenly aware you felt like you were burning.

“Are you okay?” Dib asked; concern and panic coloring his voice. “Do you need to go to the hospital? Should I call 669? Should I call my dad?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” you tried to reassure despite knowing you were not. You felt too hot, too overwhelmed. Your body felt as if you were a newborn kitten: weak and helpless. Trying to string a single thought together was a challenge, let alone talking. “Just, uh, give me a minute. Or five.”

You slowly --painfully- forced yourself to sit back on your heels and open your eyes to the harsh light of Zim’s secret laboratory. Both boys were watching you nervously. You could see the obvious worry despite your vision swimming and rapidly growing dark. “Mx Nemo?”

“I’m fine,” you reassured; or at least you tried to.

But then you blacked out.

--+--

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#invader zim #professor membrane #enter the florpus #dib membrane #invaderzim #catching flies #invader zim zadf #professor membrane x reader #invader zim fic #catching flies fic

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 30 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence

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Extra Note: I apologise for the hand-wavy electronics stuff in this chapter. I do actually have a degree in Computer Systems Engineering, but I always sucked at the electronics part and this is based on a show set in the 80s and all the series and movies of that era had hand-wavy science, so I claim asylum 😄. Just run with it, okay 😜.

Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 30. Defences

It had been nearly an hour and a half since they had last heard from those surrounding the house. Nothing had moved since. Other than making sure Will didn’t do himself an injury, Steve was keeping himself busy keeping an eye on everyone else. They had shifted everyone and everything they might need to the living room and it was tense to say the least.

Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Erica and to Steve’s surprise, Gareth were the only ones really doing anything as they worked on the electronics they had spread out on the dining room table. DnD had had to take a back seat when everyone had moved to the same room.

“Your guys doing okay?” he asked Eddie quietly, walking up beside his boyfriend.

“Well as can be expected,” Eddie replied, glancing over at where Jeff and Frank were sitting. “Gareth seemed to be in his element. Knew he was a bit of an AV nerd, but thought it was mostly to do with music stuff.”

“Hidden talents come in really useful with this crowd,” he replied with a small smile. “Did you know Erica can do complex math in her head?”

“In her head?” Eddie replied. “I knew she was quick with numbers, but that sounds way too advanced for me. Math is probably my least favourite subject next to High School English. If they’d only let us get away with addition and subtraction, maybe a bit of multiplication.”

“Tell me about it,” he agreed, “and I wasn’t even very good at the simple stuff. Still have no idea how I graduated math class.”

“Harrington charm?” Eddie asked with a small grin.

“On this one, I might have to agree with you,” he replied. “How are you doing?”

“Would it be weird to say I feel kind of itchy?” Eddie replied, grin disappearing.

“Itchy how?” Steve asked.

“Like there’s something under my skin,” was the quiet answer. “All I can think is I’m remembering the bats.”

“Yeah, this business has a way of messing with all of us,” Steve agreed. “Robin called it PTSD, which stands for something, but she was rambling when she was telling me, and I didn’t quite get it.”

“Our Robs is a fountain of knowledge, but sometimes it does take her a while to get to the point,” Eddie agreed, the grin coming back for a little bit. “How about you?”

“If I see another candy bar, I might hurl, but other than that, I’m doing fine,” he replied.

“Fine as in really fine, or fine as in how you make your mom nervous?” Eddie checked.

“Really fine,” Steve assured him. “I know the nosebleeds look gruesome, but mine are only little ones and I promise I am not pushing it too hard.”

“Just remember, you aren’t any more disposable than El and Will, okay?” Eddie said, leaning in close for a moment.

“Okay,” he promised.

It was hard to explain how natural what he was doing felt. Throwing things around, going into the Void, that was difficult and not always pleasant, healing wasn’t like that at all for him, even if his nose seemed to be making everyone else think otherwise.

“I think we’ve got it.”

Dustin’s voice dragged his attention away from Eddie.

“You’ve done it?” Hopper asked, walking over to the dining room table.

Steve hurried over so he could take a look at the mess of wires and bits of walkie and phone that were spread around. It was all Greek to him, but it did seem impressive.

“Yes,” Mike said.

“We patched the walkie in to the cellular phone and then used…” Dustin began to say.

“Kid, I already know you lot are geniuses,” Hopper interrupted. “All I need to know is, will it get through the jammer the insane colonel has set up.”

“Yes,” Dustin said.

“Great,” Hopper replied.

“But,” Dustin added.

Steve didn’t like the sound of that.

“But what?” Hopper asked.

“But it’s likely as soon as we put out the call, those outside will know,” Gareth filled in quickly.

“Fu…dammit,” Hopper said, summing up what Steve was thinking too.

“They will attack,” El said without any doubt in her voice whatsoever.

“I know Owens has people on standby,” Hopper revealed, much to Steve’s surprise.

“About damn time,” he heard Lucas mutter.

“But no matter how quickly they get the message, it will take them time to mobilise and get here,” Hopper went on.

“We need to fortify our position and keep everyone safe,” Wayne said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

From the expression on Hopper’s face, Steve was pretty sure the two older men were on the same page.

“How can we fortify a living room?” Jeff asked, clearly incredulous.

“We’re not trying to fight them off,” Nancy spoke up. “We’re just trying to hold out for a little while. El and Will, with Steve’s help, can do a lot, and the rest of us can be ready if they get through.”

“Could we take the fight to them?” Joyce asked.

“They’d pick us off,” Hopper said with a shake of his head. “It’s the armoured car that has me worried, they could drive it right through the front door.”

“Then we take that out as soon as we send the call,” Steve put his own thoughts in. “If we all move upstairs onto the landing, we have line of sight around the whole downstairs. We can find things to throw like with the Mind Flayer.”

“What the hell is a Mind Flayer?”

Apparently, that was the limit for Frank.

“Upside Down monster we fought at Starcourt,” Mike supplied without preamble. “We used fireworks. We don’t have any fireworks.”

“And fireworks would be a really bad idea,” Dustin added as if it was an afterthought.

“Yeah, let’s not burn the house down,” Robin commented.

“I was more thinking of the nail gun in the garage, the weights I have out there too and things like that,” Steve pointed out, trying not to roll his eyes.

Sometimes even geniuses could miss the point it seemed.

“They’ll likely use gas grenades,” Wayne said in a way that made Steve wonder what military experience the man had again.

“We can deal with those,” El said simply.

“It’s their guns I’m more worried about,” Joyce said.

“We can deal with those too,” Will replied. “They won’t be expecting me at all, and they’ll expect El to be cautious because of what happened to her at Starcourt and against Vecna, but she won’t have to be thanks to Steve.”

“Sorry I can’t, well y’know, help with the defence,” Steve said as a feeling of inadequacy bloomed in his chest.

“Steve,” Joyce said, looking him square in the eye, “you keep El and Will from hurting themselves when the shit hits the fan, and you are helping more than I could ever ask.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“Right,” Hopper said, dragging everyone’s attention back to him. “Everyone upstairs onto the landing. Find something solid to block the bars and hide behind. Is there any way out from up there?”

“We can get onto the roof from my bedroom window if we have to,” Steve replied.

“Once we’ve fortified, we grab anything that might make a weapon,” Hopper went on. “But I want to make this clear, we are holding out, not going on the offensive. Everyone’s main job will be to stay down. Clear?”

Everyone nodded as Hopper met every single pair of eyes in the room.

“Okay, go,” Hopper said, and they all went into action.

Steve ended up on the balcony to the side of the main stairs, with El and Will, and an old metal table between them and the wooden railing. He had one of the baseball bats, just in case, but he doubted he was going to be in a fit state to use it given his main task. Everyone else had their own positions and piles of things to use as projectiles. Eddie had placed himself a little further along the landing from Steve. Eddie had a pile of rocks from the ornamental plant in the hallway, and one of two slingshots Steve had completely forgotten he owned.

He vaguely remembered being obsessed with the things once many years ago, and he had had two because Tommy’s mom wouldn’t buy him one of his own. He was pretty sure his dad had confiscated them after an incident with a ball bearing and a car window. That they had been left lying around in a box in one of the garages was news to Steve.

Lucas had the other one since Lucas was a dab hand with the weapon.

Robin was with Nancy, who had been allocated the rifle and the small amount of ammunition to go with it. Robin had one of the other bats and had used the nail gun to augment it. She also had various tins from the kitchen cupboards.

Joyce had the actual nail gun as a weapon. The kids had various projectiles. Hopper had his gun. The Corroded Coffin guys had an assortment of things to throw and had divided themselves among the younger kids in a way that made Steve warm to them even more. Wayne was staying close to Eddie and had the third bat, as well as a host of heavy things to drop on people if necessary. Which just left Steve’s mom, who had taken up a position on the balcony over the dining table with what looked like several of the good, heavy base pans from the kitchen and a few other less deadly items.

They were about as ready as they ever would be.

“Everyone know what to do?” Hopper asked.

“Stay out of sight, throw things if necessary,” Erica spoke up for everyone.

“No heroics,” Hopper said, meeting everyone’s eyes again.

He clearly knew them all well.

“Good. El, get ready to take out the armoured car,” Hopper said, “and Will, we’ll need a scan.”

Will nodded, heading into the nearest room with a view over the drive, sitting on the carpet and closing his eyes. El took up a position at the side of the window, out of sight of those outside. Steve stood behind them, a hand in each of theirs.

“Make the call,” he heard Hopper say from the landing.

He was too focused on Will to take much else in once Will began to use his power in earnest, so he had to trust everyone else to keep things going. Time was very amorphous when he was healing, it was more about what he was doing than any standard measurement, so he had no idea how long it was before Will spoke.

“They know. El, now,” Will said, voice reverberating through the connection Steve had with him, and El’s power spiked down his spine, joining Will’s.

His own answered it. He had no idea what El had chosen to do, but, even in his completely focussed state, but he still heard the resulting explosion.

“They’re coming,” Will said, only moments later.

End of Chapter 30

Chapter 31

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blankingbloom · 1 year ago

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5/26/24

Dear Angelica (aka future me),

Hey! How are you? Before I start my thousands of questions, let me first say, congratulations on graduating and finishing your senior year of high school!!! this must be a bittersweet moment for you, as I am experiencing this at the moment as a junior watching the grades above me graduate and do senior activities. Graduating is a once in a lifetime moment, not everybody gets to graduate due to unfortunate circumstances, but congratulations! Thank you so much for staying strong, the k-12 system is literally horrible lol. I just wanted to say, I (17 year old Angelica) will forever be within you. I am you, but I want you to have no regrets or wising to be me because “life was so carefree” 💀💀 naw it’s not I’m suffering rn lmfao I have 3 summer classes, a job to juggle and volunteer opportunities to catch up on and college apps 😿 whomp whomp. I so desperately want to be you right now! It may feel insufferable at the moment and you feel lots of bittersweet feelings and loneliness being unleashed from hell (prison) (kleinisd) (kleinhigh); you should know that there is a whole chapter ahead of you and you’ve achieved a milestone! When something ends, a new opportunity arises. I hope you’ll feel better soon, knowing how I feel now will probably affect you 10x deeper (you’ll understand). Highschool for me was no fun adventure; I was barely sociable, barely any friends (like a few ofc I’m not a loser), I felt like I wasn’t on track to be my genuine real self anytime soon, but you have the opportunity to change that through college. I need you to be stronger for me until we get our masters in compsci 💀. Be an academic weapon once more for us plz!! I know you want that so bad. I know our experience wasn’t the best, especially during covid and certain situations, but there is a whole life ahead of us, that is depending on our actions. I trust us to keep it up! BTW Im missing a ton of the 2023 seniors, I can’t believe that it’s real. It low key hurt seeing everyone I had classes with especially in financial math, english, photography, and a&p graduate. It’s so bittersweet it low key hurt my feelings, especially seeing everyone I grew up with who were a grade above me. I don’t want to forget them at all, I want to remember who they are! I never peaked in high school, but I’m never going to see these people again, unless it’s by a rare chance someday, I doubt they would recognize me. I guess I just grew attached. Anyways, I have some questions LOL.

1. What is our plan after graduating Highschool? What college are we going to?

2. Did we end up submitting any of our SAT/ACT scores?

3. What’s your favorite song currently?

4. Are we still dating Ben?

5. Did we make any new friends?

6. What is your college essay about?

7. What made us stronger?

8. How was senior year? Was it any easier taking AP classes? Do we understand pre-calc?

9. Do we still want to take comp sci?

10. What happened to your H‑E‑B job?

11. Did we get any stoles/cords for graduation or not?

12. What was our final Highschool GPA?

13. What’s our class schedule?

14. What do we look like now? Do I still have short hair? Do I still look gay?

15. Can we crochet with greater experience?

16. What’s your biggest worry?

17. Are you happy?

Thank you for reading this!! Respond to my questions soon. Goodbye! I will always be within you.

Sincerely, Angelica

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REPLY:

Hi Baby Angelica!

Since you're from the past, I have so so so much to catch you up on. Time flies by when you're consistently stressed out. But don't worry! I will answer your millions of questions first! Then we can actually discuss :)

1. What is our plan after graduating Highschool? What college are we going to?

A: We are doing Computer Engineering! After hours and hours of research, I wanted you to have opportunities in both the computer science and electrical engineering fields. I want you to have a lot of pathways so you can have tons of money and opportunities! We are going to UT Dallas. We got CAPPED from UT Austin and UW-Seattle was way out of our budget sadly. Maybe someday my love :(

2. Did we end up submitting any of our SAT/ACT scores?

A: Hell no, they were too low LMFAO

3. What’s your favorite song currently?

A: Talk by Beabadoobee, Antihero by Taylor Swift, any MSI song

4. Are we still dating Ben?

A: Yes <3

5. Did we make any new friends?

A: YES! We aren't friends with.. those girl(s) anymore. They were bad for you. WE HAVE MORE GENUINE AND KIND FRIENDS!! There is a whole world out there waiting for you. I love my friends.

6. What is your college essay about?

A: Bugs. In the UT Austin essays, we wrote about photography, allergies, tamagotchis, etc.

7. What made us stronger?

A: Learning to adapt, spreading love, reading people, putting ourselves in uncomfortable situations in order to grow. Being with likeminded people!

8. How was senior year? Was it any easier taking AP classes? Do we understand pre-calc?

A: PRE CAL WAS MY MOST HATED SUBJECT. It is so fricking hard I dont think I ever understood the concepts. The AP Classes had lots of work in it but you managed your time fine and it was never that serious anyways (except AP 2D art) that sucked a lot. Senior year was shit im not even gonna lie. I didn't even attend like 98% of the events LOL. Fuck no I am not going back!

9. Do we still want to take comp sci?'

A: Computer Engineering babe dont sweat it

10. What happened to your H‑E‑B job?

A: OUR LAST DAY WAS TODAYYYYYYYY

11. Did we get any stoles/cords for graduation or not?

A: One stole for NHS, one stole for DUDU CREDIT!

12. What was our final Highschool GPA?

A: 4.6/6.0 LMFAOOO

13. What’s our class schedule?

A: -1st period: Late Arrival (Used to be Photography 4)

A: -2nd: AP Art History

A: -3rd: Photojournalism/Office Aide

A: -4th: AP Psychology/Interpersonal Studies

A: -5th: AP 2D Art

A: -6th: AP Pre-Cal (idk how u survived but girl... never again)

A: -7th: Early Release

14. What do we look like now? Do I still have short hair? Do I still look gay?

A: You got the short hair back and we still look gay asf. We have new pink glasses though and they're see through! We still have bangs. Shit load of stretch marks though smh. Im like 115 pounds now.

15. Can we crochet with greater experience?

A: fuck no

16. What’s your biggest worry?

A: If my roommates will like me, I'll feel lonelier, money, If ill be smart enough for college, if my friends now will still want to hang out with me :(

17. Are you happy?

A: I could be happier but I am okay! Not stressed right now :)

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12 - Looking for Something Worth It (The Algorithm is Perfect)

Prodigal Sons and Daughters Alike

It took some discussion, but the five of them came up with ways to use this action-based approach to befriend Virgil. It ended up being Logan that was the first to use it.

Chapter title from Algorhythm by Childish Gambino because I had to implement their playlists somehow! Also, Logan is my fave to write, and now I FINALLY FIT HIM IN AS A MAIN CHARACTER i can be at peace now (after posting the rest, ofc)

It took some discussion, but the five of them came up with ways to use this action-based approach to befriend Virgil. It ended up being Logan that was the first to use it.

Despite what that may look like, Logan was the most apprehensive about the plan from the start. It seemed- morally questionable to make a plan directly involving Virgil without telling him, even if it wasn’t supposed to be to his detriment.

Ganging up on someone they were supposed to be befriending seemed counterintuitive. However, it barely took two days for Logan to prove himself wrong.

The day it happened, Logan settled down promptly after classes ended to start a very important music theory project, one that was likely going to take him weeks, and also one he was conflicted on the beginning of.

Wasn’t that supposed to be the easiest part, the beginning? Yet, as he started at a blank computer screen, the cursor in his empty Google Document flashing mockingly at him, he found that had to be a complete falsehood.

He didn’t believe in fate, but Virgil’s timing in this particular matter was nothing short of perfect.

It appeared he was in the process of sneaking into his room, likely to work on schoolwork or whatever it was he did in his reclusion. Just as he carefully closed the dorm’s door behind him, Logan let out a frustrated groan, making Virgil jump at the sudden noise.

“Ah, apologies for startling you, Virgil. And, good afternoon, as well,” Logan said, the conversation from days previous suddenly popping into his mind. “Although, I suppose your timing is quite excellent. I had something I wished to ask you, if you have a moment.”

Virgil frowned, twisting his backpack straps tightly in his fists. “Uh, fine. I’m not… I only have a minute, but go ahead, I guess.”

“The question will only take a moment, I assure you. I am currently attempting to start my school work, but I have hit a bit of a proverbial ‘roadblock.’ However, I have found that my productivity tends to increase when working in the presence of others. Not collaboration, but body doubling, if you are aware of the concept.

“If you would be amenable, I would like to invite you to spend some time, either here or in one of our rooms, working on our own separate projects,” Logan finished, not quite smiling but extending a friendly gaze in Virgil’s direction.

“Uhm… I don’t mean this in a rude way, but- why?” Virgil stuttered, cheeks slightly flushed. “I’m not… I’ve never heard of, uh- body doubling, and also… me? Why?”

Logan nodded in understanding. “I have found that, from minimal experience interacting with you, that you seem to be the most productive of all of our roommates. No offense to any of them, but they can be easily distractible, and are often not able to continue to be productive in larger increments of time. Except, perhaps, for Roman, but he has stated he is quite busy today.

“Also, as far as body doubling goes, I have found it is an opportunity to increase productivity by working in the presence of others while completing differing tasks. There is quite a bit of fascinating human behavioral science behind it, but I do not know the full extent of such. I do know that I have found success in it, but I will admit, I have not found any fellow classmates I know well enough to extend an offer to. Except for you.”

Virgil furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out a response to- all of that. His first instinct was to retreat, and ignore how horrendously awkward he was being, but instead he blurted the first response that came to mind, making himself cringe.

“Jeez, Logan, you talk like a British person.”

Logan blinked, and whether that was in offense or astonishment, Virgil couldn’t initially tell. “That is a new one, I will admit. I have heard criticism of my mannerisms and way of speaking, but most of those simply consist of petty insults and repetitive comparisons. That- I suppose I appreciate the creativity.”

“You… huh. Sorry, that- really sucks.”

Logan shrugged. “I suppose, in some ways, it does. I cannot say that all of those that have offended me in the past had bad intentions… nor can I say that they can even be considered quote unquote ‘bad people’ because of such actions. However, that is simply an experience of mine that I am pleasantly surprised you are not repeating. Regardless, would you care to join me? No is an acceptable answer, I would simply like to know in order to determine my next course of action.”

“I- fair enough, I… I guess it wouldn’t be terrible, to try. As long as we don’t have to, like talk to each other… and as long as it’s not out here- like, in public.”

Logan nodded. “No, we would not have to interact. In fact, that would be the opposite of my intended purpose. I can gather my things now. Would you prefer to work in my living space or yours?”

“I… your room is fine, thanks.” Virgil stood awkwardly for a moment as Logan stacked papers and stuck them in their designated folders. Once his backpack was organized, he gestured for Virgil to join him.

Virgil realized as he shut the door behind him that he had never been in one of his classmate’s rooms before. Or, anyone else’s room before, other than the bedrooms in his own house. And yet, he found he was not as nervous about this fact as he felt he should be.

Logan was… a special case… or something. He just had schoolwork to do, and liked working with other people around for that. A little odd, but Virgil respected the fact he found a study system that worked for him.

After about twenty minutes of the two doing their own thing, Virgil began to realize why Logan liked it so much.

The concept was not- entirely comfortable for Virgil, even as he had sat down and begun to work on his own schoolwork. But, the more time they spent in opposing corners of Logan’s room, the more Virgil and Logan matched each other’s typing pace, and the more he avoided staring at his computer in unproductive silence, Virgil realized he was working twice as fast as he normally did.

This body-doubling business, despite its oddity to Virgil initially, really did work. The two spent over an hour together before Virgil finished his written work for the day, two hours ahead of schedule.

Eventually, Logan’s typing settled into silence as well, and he began to put away his notebooks and organized his scattered papers. “I hope you found this session enjoyable,” Logan interjected as the two gathered their finished study materials.

“I- wasn’t expecting to, but it was… good. I got a lot done,” Virgil responded, not quite managing to make eye contact but glancing in Logan’s direction to read his body language. Logan smiled. “That is good, I am happy to hear it. If you are ever interested in working together again, feel free to reach out. I am always amenable to more productivity.”

“I’ll… I’ll think about it, thanks.” Virgil attempted a smirk that didn’t resemble an uncomfortable grimace and quickly slipped out of Logan’s room.

And then, he felt four more pairs of eyes on him.

With an actual grimace this time, and a bit more embarrassment than was strictly necessary, he hurried past the living room and out the door, subconsciously making his way to a practice room.

He had no clue how he was going to muster up the courage to actually go back to the dorms later that night, but he was trying not to worry about that just yet.

That was a problem for nighttime Virgil.

With a small sigh, he headed up the steps to the music halls, ignoring the looming feeling of disappointment that he now had to complete his practicing by himself.

Well, shit. That was new.

…

“Logan?! Did you… was that- huh?!” Roman stared at said roommate with an astonished look that Remus quickly matched.

“All I will say is that I have revised my opinion on your idea, Remus. I will advise you to be careful, but I have found success in my venture. Now, if you will excuse me, I plan to head to the library.”

“Ah!” Remus protested, nearly jumping over the couch, despite his brother’s protests, to drag Logan back to the living room. “Not so fast, Professor Despair-ald Hill! You are legally required to spill all the details… er, the ones you’re comfy sharing, that is!” he clarified with a mischievous but curious smirk.

“Fine,” Logan conceded, “although not much happened. Virgil happened to arrive back from class just as I was debating the start of a half-semester project, and I invited him to study with me. We body doubled for approximately an hour.”

“Oh, are you in the same class? I didn’t realize any of us shared class periods, why didn’t you say anything? Also, what is body doubling?” Patton questioned.

“No, we weren’t studying together. Body doubling is the act of completing differing tasks in the presence of others, and it typically acts as a way to increase productivity. I had already been considering contacting one of you to extend an offer, as I was already experience motivational troubles. Then, Virgil happened to arrive back from class.”

“Is that like… parallel play, but with studying? Only you, Logan,” Roman teased, but Logan appreciated his familiarity with the concept regardless.

“Well, it was obviously not just me, Virgil was there as well. But yes, they are quite similar,” he stated seriously, making Roman roll his eyes (although he did eventually elaborate that it was just an expression, for Logan’s sake).

Janus smirked. “You’re meaning to tell me that in order to bond with friends, you study with them? Now that is definitely so Logan, but at least it worked. As long as I don’t have to study with him as well.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course, you don’t. That would, in fact, likely eliminate the purpose of attempting to bond with Virgil using activities we all actively enjoy. Although, I would not be opposed to assisting you in your own idea, if you’d like.”

Remus grinned as the others chimed in, brainstorming their own, unique ways of bonding with their potential new friend. As Logan settled in to discuss with them, he laughed to himself about the music student’s forgotten library trip.

He had to admit, things were definitely looking up from a week ago. Now, all Remus needed was the patience to spend time with Virgil last.

#sanders sides fanfiction #tss storytime 2023 #cw cursing #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders

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The Rise of Audiobooks for Students from Class 6 to 12: A Modern Learning Tool

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In today’s fast-paced world, traditional learning methods are rapidly evolving. Students from Class 6 to 12 are now seeking alternative ways to enhance their academic experience, one of the most popular being audiobooks. Audiobooks offer a flexible and engaging method of learning that can complement textbooks, helping students grasp complex concepts more easily. With advancements in technology and the increasing accessibility of educational content, platforms like Audicate are leading the way, making high-quality audiobooks a must-have learning tool for students across India.

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For students between Class 6 and 12, balancing various subjects and staying on top of assignments can be overwhelming. Audiobooks offer a way to digest information more effectively and reduce study fatigue. Parents, too, are finding value in audiobooks as a tool to help their children improve focus and study habits.

Audiobooks encourage a love of learning by introducing a new, exciting way to consume information. Whether students are struggling with particular subjects or excelling and wanting to explore more advanced topics, audiobooks can cater to both ends of the academic spectrum.

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In the future, the use of audiobooks is only set to grow as more students and parents recognize the benefits of audio learning. With platforms like Audicate leading the way, students can now listen, learn, and succeed like never before.

#audiobook #audicate

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re: all my love fic. for each of the boys, can you answer: what were their grades like? what were their favorite/least favorite subjects? which of them got in trouble a lot? also, could you please assign a plant/tree/flower to each of them? (sorry if this is so much)

OMG its not too much i LOVE associating and assigning characters to things (read: chapter one me assigning characters record players/cd players)

minhyung: straight As, typical overachieving asian cousin u get compared to. fav subject computer science. he hates history its boring af. also he hates biological and natural sciences like bio and chem but he LOVES physics. he barely got into trouble. tree: vine maple.

minseok: oh god he was a Bs-Cs student but also bc he didnt care all that much ASHHAFDJ. he got into trouble a lot for yelling or finishing fights with other kids picking on his friends. also got in trouble out of school with his MOM lmao. fav subject was english and art, though, and he hated anything stem with a burning fashion. flower: pink carnations. the fucking.. wedding.. didnt have any.. im mad at myself. but honestly red camellias too.!!

hyunjoon: solid Bs student. i imagine child hyunjoon as very.. average? not in a bad way, but i hope u can see what i mean in his child introduction at the start of chapter two. hes small. wooje doesnt notice him at first. hes subtle, like the moon. fav subject is history. least fav is math bc its tedious (not bc he cant do it). he got in trouble for not turning his things in on time, but other than that was a pretty good kid. plant: pacific bleeding heart. the white-pinkish ones. also, common yarrow.

wooje: ok his grades are all over the place. he places a c in math but gets an a in english (in middle school) but i imagine after that, in high school, he gets tutored and goes for straight As (ucla has an acceptance rate of 8.6% after all, and he got in with a full ride scholarship!!) fav subjects: english, linguistics electives and such. worst fav: math. he rarely got in trouble at school; he was a very quiet kid. mainly cus his home life. HAHA that being said he got in "trouble"/yelled at a lot at home... but he never did anything to deserve that. (oh god i made it angsty.) basically, his grandparents neglected him. when they didnt, he was getting blamed/yelled at. he was only big around the almost-family. for plants, i mostly associate him with the trees. any pacific northwest, washington native ones. and goatsbeard (!!) and ofc, spider plants :>

sanghyeok: when he was in school, straight As, AP classes, he really had a passion for learning but never could do anything with it. fav subject is math, least fav is probably ... none. he did NOT get into trouble, he was a good boy. flower: red rose.

seongwoong: yeah he dropped out. hes a hell of a good mechanic tho! plant: lady fern or oak fern. one of the ones with big fronds. also, blue columbine.

jojo: straight a student baby he graduated summa cum laude with honors bitch and got into ucla ..! fav is cs n anything stem. hates english he doesnt know what a noun is. he got into trouble all the time for skipping but his test scores and hw and work CLEARED so ain nobody could do anything to him (also hes rich). no plants. he kills them for fun. (but not woojes)

#gwen answers!#retrospring archive #aml

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Dimitris Bertsimas named vice provost for open learning

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Dimitris Bertsimas named vice provost for open learning

Dimitris Bertsimas PhD ’88 has been appointed vice provost for open learning at MIT, effective Sept. 1. In this role, Bertsimas, who is the Boeing Leaders for Global Operations Professor of Management at MIT, will work with partners across the Institute to transform teaching and learning on and off MIT’s campus.

Provost Cynthia Barnhart announced Bertsimas’s appointment in an email to the MIT community today.

“As the vice provost for open learning, Dimitris will work with faculty and staff across MIT to shape Open Learning’s next chapter,” Barnhart wrote. “Dimitris will be a member of my leadership team as well as Academic Council, and he will work closely with the school and college deans, faculty, and staff to advance research into the science of learning with the goal of innovating, studying, and scaling up digital technologies on campus and for the benefit of the world.”

She added, “I am thrilled that Dimitris has agreed to serve the Institute in this capacity.”

Bertsimas comes to MIT Open Learning from the MIT Sloan School of Management, where he is associate dean for the master of business analytics program and a professor of operations research. Bertsimas has been a faculty member at the Institute since 1988, after completing his PhD in operations research and applied mathematics from MIT. He works in the areas of optimization and machine learning and their applications, including in health care and medicine. Bertsimas developed and launched the MBA program at MIT and has served as its inaugural faculty director since 2013. The program has been rated No. 1 in analytics in the world every year since its inception. Passionate about teaching, research, and entrepreneurship, Bertsimas is no stranger to MIT Open Learning. He developed 15.071 (The Analytics Edge), available on MITx, which has attracted hundreds of thousands of learners since its launch in 2013.

In his new role, Bertsimas will oversee MIT Open Learning’s product offerings — including OpenCourseWare, MITx courses, MicroMasters programs, xPRO courses, MIT Horizon, Jameel World Education Lab, MIT pK-12, and others — as well as Open Learning’s infrastructure, finances, and operations.

“I am excited about the opportunity to lead Open Learning and to advance its mission,” says Bertsimas. “I have particular interest in introducing students of all ages, from all backgrounds — science, engineering, management, architecture/planning, law, medicine, the social sciences, the humanities, and the arts — to the art of the feasible in AI and its potential to revolutionize fields.”

Bertsimas is a member of the National Academy of Engineering and a recipient of various research and teaching awards, including the John von Neumann Theory Prize from INFORMS. He views MIT Open Learning as central to the Institute’s mission.

“OpenCourseWare is arguably the most significant accomplishment of MIT in the arena of open learning,” says Bertsimas, who has co-authored seven graduate-level books and co-founded 10 analytics companies. “MIT led the way in educating millions of people around the world by having access to MIT classes. I aspire for Open Learning to equal and possibly surpass the impact of OpenCourseWare in the new era of AI.”

Bertsimas succeeds Eric Grimson PhD ’80, who served as interim vice president for open learning for the past two years. Grimson, the Bernard M. Gordon Professor of Medical Engineering and professor of computer science and engineering, will continue to serve the Institute as chancellor for academic advancement.

Grimson’s connection to Open Learning dates back to 2012 when he co-taught two of the earliest courses available on MITx, which remain among the world’s most popular online courses: 6.00.1x (Introduction to Computer Science and Programming in Python) and 6.00.2x (Introduction to Computational Thinking and Data Science).

In July 2022, Grimson was named interim vice president for open learning. During his time at the helm of MIT Open Learning, Grimson expanded outreach to the Institute’s school councils and college, providing comprehensive information on opportunities for faculty members to use Open Learning resources. He advanced research into artificial intelligence’s impact on education, including experiments in creating AI-based tutors for introductory online courses. Grimson oversaw the expansion of MITx Online, a platform that serves as an alternative to edX for delivery of MITx’s digital courses, as well as the development of a soon-to-be-launched portal that will unify access to all MIT online educational content for learners worldwide.

“When former MIT President Rafael Reif launched Open Learning, his stated goals were to educate millions of learners around the world, to change how we teach on campus, and to learn about learning and use that knowledge to guide our innovations in teaching,” Grimson says. “I share that vision, and I have been delighted to be part of Open Learning as it strives to revolutionize teaching and learning, both on campus and off. Seeing the incredible impact that MIT has globally in providing easy access to high-quality educational experiences is one of the great pleasures from being part of MIT.”

Bertsimas’s appointment follows an internal search launched in January. The search advisory group was chaired by Duane Boning, the Clarence J. LeBel Professor of Electrical Engineering and Computer Science. As part of its work, the advisory group sought input from current and former leaders of Open Learning, members of the Open Learning faculty advisory committees, MIT deans, Open Learning staff, and leaders of online learning initiatives at other universities.

“With his exceptional background and deep commitment to MIT, Dimitris is a leader who will get big things done on behalf of Open Learning and all of MIT, in this moment of time when learning technologies are fast evolving and provide enormous opportunities for educational impact,” Boning says.

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jcmarchi · 11 months ago

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Dimitris Bertsimas named vice provost for open learning

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Dimitris Bertsimas named vice provost for open learning

Provost Cynthia Barnhart announced Bertsimas’s appointment in an email to the MIT community today.

She added, “I am thrilled that Dimitris has agreed to serve the Institute in this capacity.”

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Packless chapters 13 & 14

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Chapter 13

“Yes, I see on your transcript. And there were positive reports from all you coaches.”

Editors? Ha! Who are they?

Actually, now I’m kind of curious if this was self-published or not.

Nope. Looks self-published.

“You spoke to the coaches?”

She nodded absently, her eyes still on the paper. “We speak to all of your teachers before admission.”

So they have all of the info about her, but not the fact that she’s not actually a wolf. Great.

“I’m just not sure this is the right school for me. I mean, I appreciate the education. We never had fancy computers in my old school, and the free meals are a bonus.”

The problem is that in order to actually benefit from the better education opportunity, Vail actually has to receive the education.

Instead, she’s being put in classes intended for 12 year olds, rather than a girl who’s counting down the days until her graduation.

“An Unclassified student can still go on to be an important contributor, Vail. The pack estates only employ insiders, so there are opportunities for all sorts of caregivers.”

Again, why do they even bother with the charade of giving these people an education? Why not hand them a toilet brush as soon as possible? You don’t need to know algebra or Shakespear to do that.

“What about other staff positions? Accountants, or lawyers, or whoever mows the pack lawns?”

“Well, those jobs are traditionally reserved for the male Unclassified, or the lower-ranking wolves.”

Is this a fucking joke? Do you know how long it takes to get through law school? And forget about passing the bar.

And accountant classes are nothing to sneeze at, either.

“Mrs. Greyson, I want to start the process of transferring back to my old school. If you need my foster father’s permission, I can get that for you.”

He’s the one who sent you there!

She took another sheet of paper from the file. This one was typed and it took me a moment to realize it was a contract. Not the one I was likely to earn after graduation, but one between the school and Driftwood Chance. In exchange for my two years tuition, Driftwood received a sum of ten thousand dollars and a place was provided for Darkness at the Agri-Science College near Mount Whitnor. I felt a surge of happiness for Darkness, before my gaze settled back on the dollar sum. “The school paid Driftwood to send me here?”

Jesus fucking Christ on a stick. That sounds super goddamned illegal.

Either way, the only person I had to listen to was me.

Chapter 13 summary: Vail rushes back to her dorm, where she can’t stop thinking about what had happened. The entire thing seems bizarrely surreal to her.

After that night, time moves on a little bit. Despite the fact that she’s in baby classes, she’s grateful for them now, since it means that she doesn’t have to encounter Jasper anymore. She keeps her head down and keeps to herself.

After a few days, she gets called into the counsellor's office. At her old school, the counsellor was basically the person who had to deal with all of the inbred GENERATIONAL TRAUMA of the kids who lived up in the mountain.

Here, it seems that the role of the counsellor is more to keep the lower-ranking wolves in line. Because she’s all like “Your role will be to serve! If you’d grown up in the pack, you would have understood!” She asks about Vail’s biological parents, but Vail says that her mom died of cancer when she was four, and her dad died in a car crash. The counsellor seems to be of the opinion that Vail’s bio-dad was a wolf, and thinks that it’s odd that he would have been killed in such a way. And that he would have kept his wolf heritage from his child.

The counsellor shows Vail that the school literally paid Driftwood a lot of money to buy her. Like she’s a goddamned used car or some shit. As this info sinks in, Vail realises that there’s literally only one person who’s going to look out for her: herself.

Chapter 14

I’d spent most of the night tossing and turning, one moment determined to grab my backpack and run, and the next thinking of Driftwood, and what the Academy money would mean to him over the winter.

JFC girl. The man literally sold you for a life of luxury for himself. The guy doesn’t give a shit about you. Screw how he’s going to spend the rest of his life, when you’re literally being denied food.

Even the guidance counsellor hadn’t really been interested in helping me.

HIghlighting again how completely and utterly fucked up it was that this goddamned adult heard that this child was being brutally abused, and did nothing.

Yet a 14 year old hears the plight of this 17 year old girl she doesn’t even know and wants to help.

“So, you don’t want to be pack?” Her gaze was riveted on mine and I wondered why her eyes, which were a softer, deep blue than Jasper’s, seemed so much colder. “After everything the Arras Pack has done for you, inviting you to the Clan Caves, and looking out for you around the school. Are you’re rejecting our claim?”

I don’t possibly know how anybody could possibly reject such a tantalising offer. /sarcasm

“Really?” I couldn’t help poking the beast a little. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

Chapter 14 summary: The next morning, a freshman comes into the dud breakfast room, and introduces herself as Marnie. She’s obviously heard of Vail, because I guess people gossip as much as any other school.

Marnie says that she has this project for her “scrapbooking” class, and that’s to interview Jasper. And also to find out what his favourite meal is, so that she can cook it for him in her cooking class. Which… wow. No words.

Anyway, against her better judgement, Vail agrees to help her find Jasper so that Marnie can interview him. But that means actually having to come face to face with him. Which she hasn’t done since the night in the shower.

However, once she has Jasper’s attention, she also has Pearl’s attention. Because that girl literally wouldn’t know how to keep her fat nose out of literally anything. She seems to be of the opinion that Vail is about ready to reject the pack and leave. And I don’t know why Vail doesn’t tell her as much.

Eventually, Jasper agrees to meet up with the girls later.

#packless #hunter moon academy #bookblr #readers of tumblr #book review #omegaverse #reverse harem #supernatural romance #fantasy novel #romance novels

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Hi :)

Okay so I'm contiuing with my thougths regarding April and Casey. I tried doing this last night but ended up actually starting a fic on accident so yeah.

Starting with 12 first, I think it would be really cute and funny to see the first episode go down how did but with the added bonus of the *~language barrier~*. Imagine April sees her father getting kidnapped by strange men that all look the same. And while they're in the process of trying to capture her too, four mutant turtles jump down from a rooftop and start fighting back. But they keep on arguing in Japanese to one another. She would try to talk with them later when they agree to be friends. Leo and Raph would know the most, but Leo kinda talks like how April imagined old news casters would talk in the 60s. He would get super excited when she points out how he talks, and he would gently pull her towards the ratty old tv in the pit, put in a VHS and pull up an episode of Space Heros. She thought it was a funny show that seemed like something her grandfather would like to watch, but she indulged him anyways because none of the others would.

They would teach each other just for the sake of making conversation easier. One day, April was in the dojo with Splinter, though she often felt strange and awkward being in there, this time, she got too entranced with the beauty of the long paintings that stretched along the walls to be concerned with how she didn't fit there. The master stepped up next to her and offered a smile that showed encouragement. Though most of her communication with the Hamato family was with wide gestures and pointing until the point had gotten across, April often spoke in English around them anyways, though it wasn't useful at all. "These art pieces are really pretty." She said to the man and pointed to the wall panel in front of her. She smiled back as respectfully as she could. Splinter nodded quietly. He responded to her in a full sentence, but the most he wanted her to get out of it, and the only thing she really picked up was "yūgen." Later, when she was in the pit and watching Space Heros with Leo because it made him really happy when she did, April leaned over to Raph and pocked his arm. "What does yūgen mean?" She asked. He looked up from his comic and blinked before answering. "Means subtle grace," "Oh," April said. She twisted her mouth around debating how silly she would feel saying this. "You're dojo walls are very yūgen." She said finally. She giggled at her butchered pronunciation, but when she looked up, Raph rolled his eyes and chuckled, but he nodded all the same looking appreciative.

Out of all the turtles, Donnie knew the least English. Leo had his Star Trek knock off, Mickey had his music, Raph had a concerning amount of classical English literature on his bookshelf, but Donnie never needed spoken language for his science. And though April knew he often wanted to impress her, she also got the feeling that he wasn't used to being bad at things, and really didn't like it when he was. He often gave up on English conversations before they could get started. His brows would pinch, mutter something along the lines of how English sounded like hissing snakes, they all often joked about this, then sulked on his computer for a half hour. But one day, they were sitting in Donnies lab, doing and activity that required no frustration on either party: sitting in companiable silence. April actually liked it a lot more than she would have expected. She was reading a chapter of A Tale of Two Cities for her English lit class (ha), while Donnie was sitting next to her sketching out a blueprint for some crazy invention. Donnie breathed in a long breath, then pocked her knee to get her attention. April looked over at him and offered a "hi-how-are-you-doing" smile. Donnie quickly gave one back, then hesitated. His face scrunched into a frustrated look. Then, through a thick accent, Donnie poked her cheak and said, "I think you are very pretty." He dropped his head and laughed selfdepricatedly like she often did when attempting Japanese. But April was stupid happy he was trying, plus most boys that were her friends and started likeing her just ended up staring at her more than being her friend. April smiled a smile full of appreciation, and poked his cheak back saying, "I think you are very pretty too." She wasn't really sure what she ment by that while she said it, but said it none the less becuase Donnie's minde and self were pretty if she knew anything.

BRO!! These are getting longer ack-

I think Imma start a tag for this thing. Imma call it the TMNT language au. yuhhhhh. And I didn't even get to 12 Casey ughhhh.

Again: thoughts, opinions.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt #tmnt language au #rottmnt #rambles #I've posted this once before but no one saw it so lets see how it does now lol

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Given To Fly

Chapter 12: The Girl In The Chair

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TASM! Peter Parker x Original female character

Summary: After the events of Spiderman: No Way Home, Peter 3 is determined to make some changes to his life. It starts with a new job, and a chance meeting with a beautiful stranger in a bar.

Notes: The lonely, somewhat tortured TASM!/Andrew Garfield version of Peter Parker in Spiderman: No Way Home broke my heart a bit. This is my attempt to give him his happy ending.

I can’t say too much, as there’s a mystery at the heart of this tale that I don’t want to spoil.

But I can say this will be a multi-part story with a slow burn, enemies-to-lovers romance with an OC character (the x reader format doesn’t work for this particular story - sorry!)

Also available on AO3

She blinked against the glare of the light.

She was in some sort of medical room, the walls sterile and the fluorescent lights in the ceiling casting everything in a sickly white light. An IV stand was next to her, the tubing snaking down to end in a cannula in her arm. For a brief moment, as the grogginess from whatever drug they'd been pumping into her lingered, she thought maybe she was in a hospital. That she and Peter had been rescued.

But, no. Hospitals didn’t tend to strap their patients into chairs.

She pulled against the restraints, but there was no give in the thick metal bands across her wrists, chest and ankles. Glancing to her right, she saw Peter, trussed up in his own chair, his head slumped to the side. His mask was off and lying on his lap, allowing her to see his closed eyes and relaxed mouth.

He was still out of it.

How long had they been here?

“He’ll be fine,” Allard said. He was sat at a computer station to her left, surrounded by Hydra soldiers. He’d shed his tuxedo jacket and was leaning back in his chair, one long leg crossed over the other, watching her.

“What was in that gas?” She tried to keep her voice calm. She didn't want Allard to have the satisfaction of knowing how terrified she was for Peter.

“My own formulation. Designed to nullify the specific attributes of your arachnid friend over there. Unfortunately, I may have gotten the dosage wrong. So I had to keep you on ice until he recovered, which should be any moment now." Allard smiled, a terrifyingly cold smirk. "I’ve had my eye on Spider-man for a while, you see. I’ve been very keen to get him down here,” he gestured around him at the lab. “Imagine my surprise when you brought him with you tonight. It was like all my Christmases had come at once. Two genetically-mutated marvels for the price of one.” He chuckled.

Her blood ran cold. That was the second time he’d alluded to her gene mutation.

How did he know?

“Never been called a ‘marvel’ before. I kinda like it.” The voice was croaky, but getting stronger with each word. “Maybe I should start calling myself the ‘Friendly Neighbourhood Marvel’ instead.”

Peter! He was okay!

“Nice of you to join us, Mr Parker,” Allard said, strolling towards them. “I was just explaining to Jennifer here, how happy I am to have two such wonderful specimens in my lab. I’ve known about her for a while, but I must say, your true identity came as quite a surprise.”

“Ditto,” Peter said, darkly.

Allard chuckled again. “I’m who I’ve always presented myself as - a humble scientist trying to better the human race. I guess we just have different ideas about who is classed as human and who is…not.”

“Spoken like a true Nazi.”

“Hydra separated from the Nazis during World War II. They were a political organisation, we’re based in science. And science is eternal.”

“Spoken like a true fascist eugenicist, then,” Peter corrected. “But that seems like splitting hairs to me.”

Allard’s jovial mood dissipated. “Labels aren’t important. What is important is creating the next race of super-humans. And thanks to the samples I'll harvest from both of you - and your father’s research, Jennifer - I can begin to realise that dream.”

She jerked to attention. Allard raised his eyebrows at her surprise. “You didn’t think I knew?”

Her heart started racing. Glancing to Peter, she could see him studying her, a confused expression on his face.

“I must admit,” he said, leaning against the metal countertop opposite them, “You had me fooled for a long time. But blood never lies. I got hold of the sample you left behind during your attempted break in at GenTech. It was simply a matter of cross-referencing that with the DNA profiles of the staff on file, and voila I found my culprit.”

She closed her eyes. Shit. The blood from her arm had given her away. She had been so stupid! Of course Allard would have found a way to gather genetic data from all his employees. The man had no ethical framework and an obsession with DNA.

“But then…something unexpected happened. I analysed your samples further,” Allard explained, as he walked to a small refrigerated unit in the corner of the lab. “And hidden in the depths of your DNA I found certain markers.”

He retrieved a case containing several vials of green fluid. “These markers would look like junk DNA to anyone but me. But I recognised them from a certain serum.”

He placed the vials down in front of her.

Serum X-4175.

“There was always something strange about this concoction,” he said, gesturing to the vials. “I could reverse engineer the formula easily enough. But I could never get it to work on any of my test subjects - all of them died. And then I realised - it was specifically keyed to a DNA profile. Gabriel Lambert-Dupont’s DNA”.

“That must have pissed you off,” she said, trying to sound brave and irreverent when inside her resolve was crumbling. “That you killed your favourite student for nothing.”

“He didn’t need to die,” Allard snapped. “If he’d have just handed over the research - or came to work for me again - he and your mother would still be alive today.”

“His conscious wouldn’t let him!” She fired back. “He knew you were a monster. He was terrified what you would do with that research.”

“Well, I have it now. With your DNA unlocking the secrets of X-4175, I can create a new race of soldiers - ones who can never be injured.”

Her heart started racing in fear. In her quest to save Mel, she had gifted Allard what he’d always wanted…and ensured her parents had died in vain.

She tried one last desperate bluff. “You’re delusional. The serum is a cure for Clark’s disease - an inherited neurodegenerative condition. That’s all.”

He cocked his head, studying her. “Is that how you want to play this?”

She swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He nodded slowly. “Have it your way.”

He took the gun from the nearest guard and shot her in the stomach.

———

Peter was confused.

Seriously confused.

Maybe the tranquilliser gas hadn’t completely worn off, and he was on some weird psychedelic trip.

Because Allard was implying that Jen was the one who had tried to break into his lab. That Jen was an employee of GenTech.

And that was ridiculous.

Right?

“You’re delusional,” Jen said, looking seriously freaked out. “The serum is a cure for Clark’s disease - an inherited neurodegenerative condition. That’s all.”

Jen was sick?

More confusion. He needed CliffsNotes on this kidnapping.

“Is that how you want to play this?” Allard asked.

Jen tipped her chin up, trying to look brave, but Peter could see the her hands trembling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Allard’s next words were chilling. “Have it your way.”

Then he shot her.

“No!” Peter cried, watching a stain of blood grow on Jen’s stomach, seeing her hunched over against her restraints, biting her lip in pain. “What the fuck did you just do?”

He battled against the metal bands holding him to his chair, but either they were made of Vibranium or he was still weaker than normal.

Allard shoved the gun in the waistband of his pants and watched Jen with detached curiosity.

“Save her, for God’s sake,” Peter pleaded, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming him. He couldn’t watch another woman die in front of him. He couldn’t!

“There’s no need, Mr Parker. She’s saving herself, can’t you see?”

Peter looked at Jen, noticing the colour was back in her face, and the blood stain on her top had…stopped spreading. Through the hole in the fabric, Peter could see intact skin.

Jen sat back in her chair, her pained expression replaced by one of…resignation?

“Remarkable,” Allard breathed. “Let’s have another demonstration, shall we? I want to know everything about these gifts of yours before we start harvesting samples. Change.”

“What?” Peter asked, confused again.

“What?” Jen asked, shocked.

“Change, Jennifer,” Allard repeated. “I want to see my Jeanne.”

Jen started shaking her head, looking at Peter with fear in her eyes.

A creeping, horrible realisation started dawning on Peter.

Jeanne was Allard’s name for…Jane.

If Jen had powers - which she obviously did, because she just healed from a gut shot in seconds - could she…? Could she and Jane be…?

“Why should I co-operate?” Jen asked. “You’re going to kill me to get your samples, so why should I play along?”

“You want an incentive? Fine.” Allard reached for the gun again, and aimed it at Peter’s chest. “In 30 seconds, I’m going to shoot him. You can either heal him as Jeanne, or watch him die as Jen. Your choice.”

Jen looked at Peter again, her expression of fear ramping up to terror. She shook her head as tears came to her eyes.

"Well, Jennifer?" Allard taunted.

“Peter,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“What-“ he started, but the words died in his throat as he watched Jen’s face…move. It started out as a subtle blurring of the skin, an almost imperceptible shifting of the bones. As he watched, the sharp lines of Jen’s face filled out. Freckles appeared across her nose and her grey eyes became an all-too-familiar hazel. Her hair started growing, spilling down her shoulders, getting darker and thicker.

Until suddenly…Jane was there.

Her tears fell faster. “I’m so sorry, Peter,” she repeated.

Peter could only stare. It was Jane.

Jen was Jane.

She was Jane all along. Or Jen was Jane all along.

He didn’t know the person he was looking at.

He didn’t know the person he had fallen in love with.

At all.

The bullet punched into him.

“Peter!” Jane screamed.

The immense pain from the gun shot pierced the numb shock of Jane’s transformation. He watched, painting in distress, as blood started seeping over the surface of his suit.

“Let me go!” Jane sobbed to Allard. “Let me heal him, please! You said you’d let me heal him.”

Yes, Peter thought, trying to concentrate all his effort into NOT dying. Healing would be good right now. Really good.

“Release her,” Allard commanded, and a guard rushed forward to remove the restraints.

Freed, Jane fell to her knees beside Peter, her shaky hands covering his chest wound. “I need a knife.”

“No, heal him with your powers, Jeanne. Just like you did on your fire escape.”

“I need to cut myself first!” She yelled at him, pressing her hands harder against Peter’s chest. She looked at him then. “Peter, I’m going to help you, I swear. Just hold on, baby, please.”

“Don’t call me ‘baby’,” Peter whispered, his gaze locked on Jane’s. He needed a focal point to distract himself from the life pumping out of him. “I’m mad at you.”

Her breath hitched in an almost laugh. “I know. You can be mad at me all you want. But you have to live.”

“Explain,” Allard demanded, handing Jane a knife.

“I need to activate my healing powers in order to heal him. That’s how it worked before.” She sliced the knife across the palms of both hands and slapped them back against his chest. He felt…warmth. And a tingle started to spread through his body - different from his Spidey-sense, but just as tangible.

The blood leaking from between her fingers slowed to a trickle. He felt an uncomfortable sensation as vessels knitted back together and bone…shifted within him. Jane’s hands moved to either side of the wound and he saw the bullet casing squeeze out the entry hole before it…sealed up.

Then he started to feel something else.

His strength increased - back to pre-gun shot levels. Back to pre-tranquiliser levels.

And it kept increasing, until he felt stronger than he ever had before.

His vision sharpened. His hearing, his senses…everything was amped up to a level he’d never experienced.

She was super charging him.

He gaped at her. Her lips moved and his new hearing could detect the subvocal sounds, “Wait for my move.”

“That’s enough,” Allard said, pulling Jane to her feet and shoving her back in her chair. She looked exhausted and weak and Peter didn’t know if it was an act or if healing him had taken its toll.

“How did you know what I can do?” Jane asked Allard, her voice sluggish.

“Once I realised you were the would-be thief, I had you put under surveillance. And lots of interesting events came to light. Including this one.” Allard turned the computer monitor around to show shaky video footage of Jane’s fire escape. It looked like it had been shot from one of the window’s in the abandoned building across the alley way.

On the footage, Peter watched himself - as Spider-man - crash onto the metal walkway after the bus explosion. Seconds later, Jane appeared. He saw her remove the metal shrapnel embedded in his body….and heal him.

He owed her more than he realised. Not only did she save him that night, but doing so had exposed her secret.

Allard was still watching the screen, but Peter was now watching Jane. Or, more specifically, Jane’s hand. Which held the knife she’d used to cut herself. Bracing himself, he watched as Jane flipped the knife over, then launched it at Allard.

The moment it left her hand, Peter sprang into action. One strong jerk against his restraints and the metal sprang apart. He was on the ceiling in an instant, crawling at super-speed to the nearest guard.

He knocked him out with one punch before his teammates even had their guns in their hands.

The bullets started flying from the remaining soldiers, but Peter’s amped-up reflexes helped him dodge them as he jumped around the room. Within seconds, all four guards were on the ground, disarmed and disabled.

That left Allard.

Who held Jane against his chest with a bloodied arm, the scalpel sticking out his his bicep. His other hand pointed a gun at her head.

“Stop, Peter. I will shoot her.”

Peter held his hands up, halting in his tracks, and Allard shifted to aim the gun at him.

“Good. Now we’re going to stay like this until the reinforcements arrive, which should be any minute.”

Peter calculated the distance between him and the gun. It was close. Probably too close to dodge if Allard fired. And he couldn’t risk him turning the gun back on Jane...

Frantic, Peter looked at Jane. But she had her eyes closed. Her brow was furrowed and she was biting her lip in concentration.

What was she doing?

He got his answer seconds later when she suddenly used both her hands to shove Allard’s gun arm up and away from Peter. At the same instant, Allard convulsed, his body going rigid before falling to the floor in a dead heap.

Jane leaned forward, hands braced on her knees, breathing hard.

“Are you ok,” he asked, taking a step towards her.

“Yeah," she panted, accepting his help to straighten up. “I used a lot of power tonight. I didn’t think I had enough charge to knock him out.” She nudged Allard’s body with her foot, making sure he was really unconscious.

“Yeah, I remember that trick. He’ll be out for a while.”

She looked at him, her face distraught. “Peter, I’m sorry. I need to expl-“

“It can wait,” he snapped, not ready to go there with her just yet. “We need to get out of here before any more goons show up.”

She nodded but her gaze was locked on the prone body of Allard. She slowly bent down to retrieve his gun.

“Jane,” Peter said, not liking the look in her eye. “What are you doing?”

She wet her lips, and brought the gun up to aim at Allard’s head. “I need to end it,” she whispered.

“Jane, no.” He started to edge towards her.

Her head whipped up, her eyes suddenly sparking with anger. “No! You don’t know what he did! He killed them! He took them away from us. We had to hide and listen as he murdered our parents. Then he stole her cure.” Her breath hitched, tears of rage blinding her.

"He's a monster. And he probably doesn't deserve mercy," Peter said, slowly stepping closer to her. "But don't let him turn you into a monster too."

She scoffed. "Too late."

Peter shook his head. He rested his hand over the top of the gun; he could feel it shaking from the tremble in her hands. "You're not a monster. You're doing this for your sister, right? It's all for Mel." He'd put the piece of the puzzle together. There was no Maria. It was all Jane. The photograph that she'd shown him on that rooftop had been Mel. And she was sick.

He got a tiny nod in response. And her gaze - locked on the prone body of her enemy - seemed less certain.

He kept going. "I know the pain you're feeling. And I know how much you want to punish him. To make him pay. But it won't bring them back. And it won't make you feel better, believe me. You don't want to face Mel with any of his blood on your hands." She didn't resist as he carefully pushed the gun down, and he sighed in relief.

He brushed a tear away from her eye and she finally looked up at him. "Let's get the serum and go, OK?" he said gently.

"OK," she whispered. She dropped the gun and grabbed the vials of serum. He put his mask back on and led her to the exit.

But he could hear something beyond the locked door...

"What is it?" she whispered.

His super-charged abilities were starting to return to normal levels, but he could hear the faint thumping of boots entering the access tunnel. "The reinforcements are coming. We need another exit."

She nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him back the way they'd come. "We'll try the elevator and get out through Allard's office."

They ran through the lab, dodging the high-tech sequencing machines, storage fridges and workstations. They passed a sterile room with six cots surrounded by medical equipment, but no patients could be seen. Peter sighed in relief. It looked like Allard hadn't had a chance to re-populate his latest trial. Which meant they wouldn't be leaving any poor, innocent experimentation victims behind.

They exited the lab into a dimly-lit corridor just as the Hydra troops came barrelling through the door at the far end of the lab. "We need to hurry," he said to Jane, clasping her hand more securely, and pulling her along. She seemed to be slowing down, her footsteps unsteady.

The corridor suddenly branched into three. Peter paused for a second, trying to remember the layout on 'Maria's' blueprint. "It's this way, right?" he asked, pointing to the left.

She nodded mutely, her eyes slightly glassy. He noticed a trickle of blood emerge from her nose. "Jane, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice tight with fear. She shook her head, unable to speak.

Then her legs gave way.

Shit!

He scooped her up and ran with her in his arms. Just at that moment, a siren blared and they were plunged into darkness. Red emergency lights flickered on to guide his way, and he heard an exchange of gunfire in the distance.

What the hell was going on?

He finally reached the correct room and stepped inside, kicking the door closed behind him. He ran to the elevator and pressed the button...but nothing happened. No lights, no whirring machinery.

He laid Jane down on the floor and barricaded the door they'd just entered with a large filing cabinet, trying to buy them some time. Then he knelt beside Jane, tapping her face gently. "Hey, I need you to wake up, sweetheart. Jane? Jane!" The last was a shouted whisper. It roused her, and she blinked tired eyes up at him. "Jane, what's wrong?"

She swallowed. Grabbed her head, and winced as if in pain. "I used too much power too quickly. My body is maxed out." She noticed the gunshots then, a staccato tapping in the distance that was getting closer and closer. "What's happening?"

"I thought you could tell me. There's someone else here and they're taking on the Hydra soldiers."

She tried to sit up, a bit more alert. "What time is it?"

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Almost three in the morning. Why?"

"I sent off the dossier on Allard this morning. No, yesterday morning. Maybe someone's already acted on the information?"

"Maybe. But I don't want to stick around if that's the case - too many questions."

She nodded in agreement. "So what's the plan?" She took stock of their surroundings for the first time, noticing the elevator behind them. "Up?"

"Elevator's disabled. We need a plan C."

She bit her lip and glanced around the room again. He could see her mind racing.

And he could see when she came to a decision.

"Take these," she held up the vials of serum. "Get them to my sister as fast as you can. She's under the name Melissa Watson at the the Royal London Hospital. Tell her-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He interrupted.

"I'm dead weight, Peter. I have nothing left. It's taking all my strength just to stay conscious. Leave me here and take the serum-"

"No!" He couldn't risk her being captured by Hydra and Allard. And he didn't trust whoever was fighting them - they could be just as bad.

"Yes! I need you to leave me, and go! She's dying!" She tried to weakly shove the vials into his hands.

"No," he said firmly. "If you think I'm the kind of guy who would leave you here, then you didn't know me at all. Just like I don't know you." It was a low blow under the circumstances, but his anger toward her - the anger that he'd pushed to the side during their escape - was simmering just below the surface.

He jumped back to his feet and quickly approached the elevator. Wedging his fingers into the narrow gap between the doors, he pried them apart. He helped Jane inside the car then opened the hatch on the roof, exposing the elevator shaft.

"Jane, I'm gonna swing us up to Allard's offi-" His explanation cut off as he glanced down at her. She was unconscious again. And this time she didn't wake when he tried to rouse her. He started to lift her up and the green vials dropped out of her limp hands and tumbled to the floor.

Shit!

He didn't have enough hands to carry her and the vials, hold them aloft on a web and pry open the next set of doors. Neither of them had pockets and the backpack she'd arrived at the lab with was long gone...

Making a decision that he knew she would hate, he fixed the vials to the side of the elevator shaft with a strong web. "I'll come back for them later," he whispered to the unconscious woman as he draped her over his shoulder. "I promise."

He launched them both through the narrow hatch on a web secured to the top of the shaft. Reaching the entrance at the top, he balanced Jane on his shoulder and used his free hand to pry open the doors and squeeze them into Allard's office.

The doors sprang closed behind them with a soft thud and he exhaled. But his sigh of relief was cut short when he noticed a figure reclining in Allard's chair...

...and the soldiers lined up behind him, their guns trained on Peter and the woman he now held in his arms. "Nice of you to drop by, Spider-man," the man said. He cocked his head to the side, and the moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his bald head, and the leather patch covering his left eye. "I think its time we had a little talk."

CHAPTER 13

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With her NCIS: Los Angeles run having come to an end, Renée Felice Smith is ready for her next chapter — somewhat literally, being an author as well as an actress.

In the CBS drama’s Season 12 finale, Smith’s Nell Jones made the decision to not officially sign on as the “new Hetty”/Operations Manager, but instead join partner Eric Beale on an adventure to Tokyo, to head up his tech venture. But before driving off into the sunset, Nell briefly reunited with long-MIA Hetty herself, in costar Linda Hunt’s first on-set appearance of the season.

With NCIS: LA bidding adieu to both her and scene partner Barrett Foa, Smith — who joined the show early in Season 2 — spoke with TVLine exclusively about that emotional if bittersweet Nell/Hetty reunion, being an inspiration to smart girls, and what’s next for her as a legit storyteller herself.

TVLINE | How did you learn that this would be your swan song, and what was your initial reaction? Well, I think it’s complicated. I mean, I think that I’ve been ready for my next chapter for a while now, in whatever form it will take. But it’s surely to be centered around storytelling. I hesitate to be part of the “cliché actress” calling herself a storyteller, but I really am one. I’m a writer. I’m a director. We are developing television currently. We have another indie in the works. I want to tell compelling stories, poignant stories that offer an escape and chance of reflection for the viewer, so that’s where my focus is.

TVLINE | But as far as Nell leaving, I for one was quite surprised, because I felt like this season was such a journey for the character. They’d really been shaping her to assume this position of authority. It’s so true. I absolutely loved Nell’s journey this season. She really got to stand in her power. She really found her voice, and as a young woman it was empowering to play that side of the scene. Nell, I think, is a natural leader, and I really do think her strength as a leader is her vulnerability. I think that Nell has empathy for all players involved in the story. She can see multiple sides of the story. She’s a person that’s not only intelligent but she has emotional intelligence, and that has been such a gift for me as an actor to play. I’ve just loved her evolution, really. She started as a sidekick and she really, quite effectively, was the boss this year, and I had a fantastic time playing it.

Kilbride (played by Gerald McRaney) recently spoke to her unique strengths, saying to “stop asking yourself what would Hetty do” and just be Nell. And that really is such a necessary message. There’s a scene that I absolutely love with Miguel Ferrer, my dear Miguel, from a while back, and it was a similar sort of scene where he was trying to instill confidence in her as a leader. I actually have the quote: Miguel’s character, Granger, says to Nell, “Never belittle yourself or your accomplishments. You deserve the respect you’ve gotten. You’ve earned it.” I remember feeling so choked up in that scene, and I’ll get choked up now thinking about it.

Kilbride, similarly to Granger, has a real kind of affection for Nell and saw that potential in Nell. He wanted to foster her confidence in herself, and it was very moving to play those scenes. I feel like as a young woman we are often in a position where we may doubt ourselves just because of the social climate, but in the end I think it’s about trusting yourself. Nell really grew into a person who started trusting herself and making decisions for her, rather than trying to please. I’m a natural-born people pleasure, and I think Nell is, too. High-functioning overachievers always are. So, I think Nell’s decision at the close of the season really is her ultimately finding her voice and really having agency over her future and what it is she wants to do.

I know how difficult that is. It is reflective of my own journey and my own life. So, to be able to step forward and say, “You know what, this is the path I want to take now and I’ll potentially disappoint people while doing it, I commend Nell for her bravery in that.

What did it mean to you have Linda Hunt back for one final scene with you? Oh, my God…. My heart. Linda is just a magical creature. To have her back was really quite emotional. She was essentially sidelined by the pandemic, as you could imagine, so to even see her in the flesh, let alone share a scene with her

TVLINE | And a hug. And a hug, come onnnn! Chef’s kiss, you know? And the scene is really a bittersweet reunion. Nell really wants nothing more than to stay and catch up with her mentor, but she can’t. So, it’s kind of this “goodbye for now” scene.

TVLINE | [Showrunner] Scott [Gemmill] told me that Linda was thrilled to be back on set. She was like a kid in a candy shop. She was glowing. She was crackling. She was so alive in the scene. Whenever I’m in a scene with Linda, I’m a student. She really is such a master of the craft, and I’m a little sponge. I’m soaking it all up, and really, truly watching her work has been the most educational process for me. I just feel like truly I’ve been attending the MasterClass with one of the best, one of the greats, and I’m so grateful for my friendship with her as well. She’s my bud. She texts me lots of emojis.

TVLINE | You once told me about how you would go to lunch and you’d get all these Hollywood stories, including about her “Mary Tyler Moore moment” when she first went to live in New York…. My God, she dropped that story on me right before a walk-and-talk where I had tons of technical jargon, and I remember I was welling up just at the image of 16 or 18-year-old Linda Hunt getting into a cab and drinking in the big city and the possibilities that it held for her. She’s such a gift.

How nervous were you to shave Barrett’s mustache? I knew we only had one take and I knew it had to be good. My mom is a hairdresser and I watched her kind of do all of that kind of beard shaping for years, so I just kind of channeled my mom. I knew I needed a steady hand, and I just went for it. But I think he was a little nervous.

TVLINE | Would you like to be a part of Episode 300 (airing late next season), if asked? Of. Course.

TVLINE | What’s next for you? Like I said, storytelling. We just released our first children’s book, Hugo and the Impossible Thing, which is inspired by our canine son Hugo. Chris [Gabriel] — my partner, my other half, my creative partner — and I wrote the book about our dog who recovered from a really life-threatening illness. It was an inoperable brain tumor that most everyone told us would be impossible to beat. But through the help of some truly brilliant doctors and Hugo’s own determination, he made it to the other side and he lived a full life. It was this miracle that we witnessed, and we knew we needed to pass on Hugo’s message and let it inspire others.

I think oftentimes challenges in life are labeled as “impossible” when in reality they’re just extremely difficult. Of course, yes, certain things are impossible — I’m not going to be 6-foot-2 any time soon — but most of the time an obstacle or a challenge is just something we have to work our way around. So, we created the metaphor of the impossible thing. It’s out in the world now.

TVLINE | Lastly, any message for the fans? Oh, for sure. Ultimately, I could say something profound but I just want to say thank you. Thank you for respecting Nell. Thank you for embracing Nell, for embracing her intelligence. I’ve always been cast as kind of the “funny friend,” the quirky turkey. I was the nurse in Romeo & Juliet when I auditioned for Juliet in high school. But with Nell, I really got to play so much more, and I am just so grateful to have been able to play the “smart girl,” quite frankly.

Someone actually shared a really touching story with me not long ago, actually. I was standing in line at a coffee shop in New York, and I heard this kind of grumble behind me. Someone asked, “Are you Nell Jones from NCIS: LA?,” and I kind of winced, afraid to turn around. I know native New Yorkers, I was thinking, “What did I do wrong? Did I accidentally cut the line or not cover my mouth when I sneezed?” So, I turned around to face this person and they proceeded to tell me about their 12-year-old daughter who wasn’t like the other girls in her class. She was interested in science and forensics and computers. This woman told me that a lot of times as a mother, she didn’t know what to do with her daughter, and that Nell and the character that I played for the last 10 years had helped her daughter to find some confidence in who she was and what she wanted to be.

So, if my time at NCIS: LA helped a young girl to see the possibility in pursuing a career in intelligence or technology… visibility is everything. If the image of Nell Jones as the brightest bulb in the room can instill confidence in a 12-year-old girl and affect her future, I mean, that’s the ultimate win. That’s it. That’s truly more than I ever could have asked for.

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