#so-i-enjoy-math-just-a-little-bit-sue-me

[g-b-artist]

Okay so I had a pre-calc test today

(I never thought I would touch pre-calc or any math beyond algebra…. but HERE I am)

Anyways

I did last minute studying basically and I did alright (there were 13 questions)

However I don’t like asymptotes and I don’t know how plot points for the life of me

And then I forgot how to solve for time on eulers number

Other than that I feel pretty good, but now I have my other class work to worry about and it’s lowkey -like very lowkey- stressing me out

[devilish-cherry]

i love your MWMS fic, it’s so lighthearted and cute and funny 😭 i saw you wrote a story that isn’t canon to MWMS but still in that setting for Nanami- can we get something for Choso or any other character? I can’t imagine a scenario, though, because the Nanami one just made sense, yk? Him helping the barista out and teaching them things, can’t imagine how the others would be as useful 🤭🤭😭

ᨳ♡₊➳ choso x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ pure crack with fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ set in minimum wage, maximum suffering

Choso takes romantic advice from Yuji.

This is a mistake.

ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: first of all, thank you so much!! i’m so happy you’re enjoying mwms—lighthearted chaos is exactly what i was going for, so i’m glad it’s hitting the mark!! and second—YES, i absolutely had to do a mwms side story for choso. it was inevitable. 😈

just like the nanami one, this isn’t canon to the main fic! think of it as a fun little “what if” scenario/alternate timeline. the main story remains completely unchanged. you don’t need to have read mwms to read this! hope you enjoy!! 🖤

It starts with a perfectly normal day at the café.

Which is to say, everything is a mess, you’re severely underpaid, you’re contemplating the legal gray area of unpaid breaks, and you’re internally debating whether you can sue your manager for emotional distress.

Yuji and his quiet, brooding older brother have been sitting at their usual corner table for a while now. Yuji’s been enthusiastically explaining something to Choso for the past ten minutes, and Choso has been nodding along, looking deeply concentrated like he’s trying to solve a math problem with no numbers.

You don’t think much of it. This is normal. Choso always looks like he’s staring into the abyss, and the abyss is just slightly out of focus.

You’re in the middle of making someone’s overly complicated coffee order when you feel a presence. Not the normal kind of “someone’s standing near you” presence. The kind where you just know that when you turn around, it’s going to be weird.

And you are correct.

Choso is standing at the counter. Staring.

Not in his usual “processing the weight of existence” way. No, this is something different. Something focused. Intense. Maybe even… nervous?

Which is terrifying, because what could Choso possibly have to be nervous about? He is a six-foot-tall, pigtailed enigma with the emotional processing skills of a Victorian child who was locked in an attic for too long.

"Hey, Choso," you greet, outwardly polite despite already bracing yourself. "Need something?"

He blinks at you, his expression still unreadable. His gaze pierces through your soul like he’s about to say something deeply profound.

Then, in the most serious voice known to mankind, he speaks:

"Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why. Without you, it's hard to survive. Because every time we touch, I get this feeling."

Your brain buffers like a 2008 YouTube video on dial-up internet.

"...Excuse me?"

Choso does not elaborate. He just stares. As if those words should have conveyed everything.

Behind him, Yuji is at their table, looking like he’s about two seconds away from exploding with laughter. That’s when it clicks.

This is his fault.

"Is this a bit?" you ask, voice deadpan, still trying to piece together what kind of avant-garde performance art you’re being subjected to.

Choso shakes his head, still dead serious. "No. This is romance."

Oh.

Well, okay.

That was not what you were expecting.

You flick your gaze to Yuji again, who is gesturing wildly behind Choso like an unhelpful stage director, his hands saying Just roll with it!

You sigh. "Alright. Did you… want to order something, or are you just going to serenade me at my place of work?"

"I wish to express my feelings," Choso says, his voice so somber you’d think he was making a funeral announcement.

Then, before you can mentally prepare, he pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his sleeve.

"I’d catch a grenade for you… throw my hand on a blade for you… I’d jump in front of a train for you…"

Your lips press into a thin line.

"Choso."

He pauses, tilting his head.

"Yes?"

"You do realize that song is about an extremely toxic and one-sided relationship, right?"

Choso looks down at his paper. His brows furrow.

"...I see."

There is a long, excruciating pause where he seems to be genuinely reevaluating his entire approach. Then, with all the solemnity of a man about to make a life-altering decision, he reaches into his sleeve again and pulls out a second crumpled piece of paper.

Oh no.

"You are… my fire."

"Choso, please."

"The one… desire—"

"No."

But Choso is committed to the bit—or rather, he is tragically serious about whatever this is. His face remains completely neutral as he powers through the lyrics of I Want It That Way with the same energy someone would recite their wedding vows.

You inhale sharply. "I’m begging you to consider alternative methods of communication."

Choso finally stops. He looks at you, then down at his notes. "...I see. You are unimpressed by just words alone."

Oh god. That is not what you meant.

Before you can clarify, before you can so much as process the surreal series of events unfolding before you, Choso does something deeply, deeply horrifying.

He gets down on one knee.

Your soul briefly leaves your body. You feel yourself ascending. Somewhere in the distance, Yuji screeches like a dying seagull.

Choso, with the most intense expression you have ever seen on another human face, grabs your hand. His grip is warm and firm, and suddenly you are hyperaware of how much bigger his hands are than yours. He’s staring at you like a man about to make a life-or-death declaration.

And then—

"Every night in my dreams… I see you, I feel you…"

Oh. Oh no.

"That is how I know you go on—"

"Choso." Your voice comes out strangled.

He does not stop.

"Far across the distance—"

"Choso, please."

He finally pauses, his brow furrowing in slight confusion. "Do these words and actions not move you?"

"I—move me?" You don’t even know how to respond to that. "Choso, what is happening right now?"

Choso stands up again, still holding your hand. You feel like you’re in some kind of fever dream.

"Yuji said music conveys feelings," he explains. "I do not have experience with romance, but I have strong feelings. I wish to express them properly."

Yuji, who is now doubled over in laughter, gives you a shaky thumbs-up.

Your eye twitches. "And he specifically told you to quote love songs at me?"

"Yes." Choso nods gravely. "I also listened to his playlist."

You immediately fix Yuji with the most withering glare you can muster.

Yuji grins sheepishly. "Look, in my defense, I didn’t think he’d take it this literally—"

"You are both on thin ice," you say flatly.

Choso suddenly steps closer, and you find yourself automatically stepping back until your back hits the counter. He looks at you with deep, genuine sincerity.

"I do not fully understand these feelings," he admits, his voice quiet but certain. "But when I see you, I feel warmth. And when I think of you, I feel light. And I wish to be near you, always."

Your brain ceases functioning.

You open your mouth, then close it.

Then you clear your throat, because there is absolutely no reason for your heart to be doing whatever it’s doing right now. Absolutely none.

"...You don’t need song lyrics for that," you say, hoping your voice doesn’t betray you.

Choso considers this. Then, with alarming decisiveness, he nods and pulls out his phone.

Yuji, recognizing the immediate threat, lunges. "WAIT, NO—"

But it’s too late.

Choso successfully navigates to his playlist. And the instant you hear the first note of Careless Whisper, your instincts take over, and you slap your hand over the speaker like your life depends on it.

"This conversation is over," you declare.

Choso looks at you, then at the phone, then back at you. "...Was this not romantic?"

You sigh deeply. "Choso, I don’t need grand gestures or song lyrics. Just… be yourself, alright?"

For some reason, this makes him freeze. Like you just spoke the most baffling sentence in the universe. "Be… myself?"

"Yeah." You cross your arms, trying to ignore the way your face is heating up. "I like you just fine when you’re not making me feel like I’m in a cursed karaoke session."

Choso processes this for a long moment. Then, slowly, he smiles. It’s small, a little shy, but it softens his entire face. It’s… dangerously cute.

"...Understood."

You exhale. Thank god.

Then he reaches for his phone again.

"But I should still play—"

"Choso, I swear to god—"

[thereweredragonshere]

what headcanons do you have for the riders in a modern au?

Sorry if some of these are a little basic lmao I don't think about modern aus all that much.

They all live in Britain. Sue me. I want some dragons over this side of the atlantic.

Hiccup -

Does digital art

Plays minecraft religiously and can do red stone better than he can do maths

has failed exams due to his pretty much illegible hand writing despite answers being mostly correct

Listens to exclusively 80s/90s music

Lives in a flat above a pub that his dad owns called 'Berk' aka 'Berk's bar' (Which is a whole au that i have and is where i got the name for my discord server from lmao. But these headcanons aren't all specifically from that au. Just general ones.)

Gets bullied quite bad at school. He's taken days off because of it before.

Class presentations are his worst nightmare. Can never get his words out during them and gets very freaked out.

Astrid -

Plays Rugby, Football, does boxing, really name any contact sport and she's probably tried it at some point. Her favourite lesson is P.E. (Physical education/gym class) and she will riot if it gets cancelled for some reason.

'Difficult' student. She struggles with anger management and schools are shit at helping kids with that, so she gets labelled as a problem child cuz she always chats back and gets sent out of classrooms.

Despite being a 'problem' child, she still gets all the shit that needs doing done.

Never shows up to school assemblies. She usually just goes and finds a staircase to sit on.

Divorced parents. She bounces between houses quite a lot.

Spends most of her free time at the gym. Buffstrid canon in modern times too people!!

Snotlout -

Got massively bullied in year 7 and like half way through year 8 he switched the fuck up and became a fucking menace. Bro was NOT playing.

Rides horses. Hookfang is a horse.

Is lowkey fucking amazing at maths but he's scared to put effort into it cuz he thinks he'll get made fun of.

When him and Astrid become friends they actually bond over being the 'problem' kids. Though Astrid is a bit more than Snotlout.

Constantly in corner shops. He loves buying overpriced american sweets.

Fishlegs -

Actually very rarely gets bullied cuz no one knows who the fuck he is (Until the gang all become friends, then people DEFINIATELY know who they all are.)

Loves the three sciences. Even physics. He actively enjoys doing physics.

Kinda not really a teacher's pet. He won't tell on you but he certainly won't partake in whatever it is you're doing on your phone in the middle of a very important english lesson.

Loves shakepeare.

Him and Snotlout (When the gang all become friends) set up one of those stupid cliche 'pay me and I'll do your homework' things in the boys toilets at school. Snotlout did the discreate advertising and Fishlegs did the homework. They split profits 50/50 and they both found it so funny that it actually worked. And then they got busted by the head teacher and that's the first time fishlegs ever got detention.

Ruffnut -

Local school fact file. She can tell you every single detail about the place. Wanna know when that one piece of gum you just accidentally touched was stuck to the table? She'll fucking know.

Giver her ��10 and she will eat literally anything.

Actually CAN'T get bullied cuz she just doesn't give a fuck

Very good at english/languages

Has never done homework a day in her life. Never will.

Brings random live animals into school every now and again. Much to the genuine delight of Hiccup.

Drives her parents' car somewhat regularly, despite not being old enough and not having a licence.

Tuffnut -

Can tell you the translation of ANY word into French. This guy is a MACHINE in French lessons.

brings full sized nerf water guns into school.

Chicken is canon. Ruff and Tuff share their bedroom with Chicken.

Never ever sits normally. Always swinging on his chair or sitting cross legged.

Chronic beanie wearer

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Comfort Items

Part Four: Thunderstorms Synopsis: Twin princes had been cursed centuries ago, forced to become mere items and subjected to whatever their owners wanted them to endure. Cuddles, pressure, or even being tossed out or passed down, until they could overcome their own arrogance and learn what it's like to love and to be loved, in all senses of the word. Taglist: @arodynamic-enby @arizona-tate @asdfghjklicia @hypnossanders @transmanrayner @under-the-blue-moonlight

“Logan, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think this is the way to your house,” Janus comments, as Logan intentionally takes a turn leading him further away from his street. “I understand math was a bit extreme today, but I didn’t think it’d scramble your brain.” 

“I don’t understand what math has to do with my navigational skills,” Logan replies, as he continues confidently in the “wrong” direction. “In fact, I know exactly where I’m trying to go, and it’s not my house.” Then, as he pauses on the sidewalk and turns to Janus, Logan asks “why does that affect you anyway? The way to my house wouldn’t be the way to your house, either.” 

Janus shrugs. “I thought we could spend a bit of time together.” 

“You spent ‘a bit of time’ at my house yesterday. So much time, in fact, we ended up sharing my bed.” 

“Am I not allowed to want to see you two days in a row?” 

Logan keeps walking. “That’s not what I said. I more so meant that we already are together most of the week, so your phrasing doesn’t make much sense in that context.” 

“Have you ever considered that this is why you’re bullied?” 

Narrowing his eyes, Logan gives Janus a displeased look. The bruises on his ribcage throb as a reminder of his past altercations, in which he was left rather annoyingly hurt. Though a lot of the dark marks have faded into a pale yellow, they’re still there, and they’re still sore. “If you’re trying to make a joke, it’s not very funny.” 

Janus looks briefly uncomfortable, more so out of guilt than anything else, before reiterating “why are we straying so far from your house? You never gave an explanation.” 

“To avoid being tossed into a dumpster again.” 

“Right, right. And where are we going to avoid that unfortunate scenario?” 

“The library.” 

Immediately, Janus is groaning. “The library? Seriously? We could have just lingered back at the school to avoid bullies! Now we have to walk all the way across town twice!” 

“It’s not all the way across town,” Logan counters, “that’s a hyperbole. It’s only about a fifteen minute walk from here. And it’s nice outside; I thought you’d appreciate the sunlight.” 

“I’d appreciate the sunlight more if we were suntanning on the beach.” Janus adjusts his backpack straps. “I don’t enjoy carrying around textbooks for an extra thirty minutes on top of the seven hours I have to lug them around at school.” 

That has Logan smiling a little. “As if there are actual textbooks in your bag.” 

Janus - who had fallen back to do his dramatic trudging - jogs a little to catch up with Logan, so that they’re walking side by side. “Fine. Maybe there isn’t much schoolwork in there. Sue me.” 

“I don’t understand why you carry Roman around with you, honestly,” Logan then says, as the library comes into view. Though Logan isn’t currently in any physical danger, he feels himself relax as he sees it, flooded with a wave of relief as though this entire time he’s been attempting to escape from assailants, even though he’s sure they’re probably currently waiting for him on his street. “I feel as though he’s more likely to be damaged at school than he is at home.” 

“With all the bug spray we drench everything with, I doubt that.” Janus then jabs his fingers into Logan’s back, feeling it’s way more firm than his own, but also quite a bit bigger than it traditionally is. “Besides, at least I have a reason. What’s your excuse?” 

Logan’s cheeks go pink. “I. Well. We’ve already had this conversation before!”

“Yes, yes, but you never having owned a toy before doesn’t justify carrying it around like an old baby blanket. In fact, it’s quite odd that you’re this attached to this new thing, considering you’ve never had the opportunity to get attached to stuffed animals in the past. It isn’t nostalgia, and you’re barely a child anymore, so I doubt it’s because it makes you feel safe. Hm…” Janus thinks, tapping his chin as he ponders what the reason could be. “And we can’t say separation anxiety, because you made it very clear that wasn’t the case.” 

Logan huffs. “That’s because it’s not. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do with him.” 

“Him? Not ‘it?’” 

Giving Janus an unhappy look, Logan crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m serious. Am I supposed to just leave it on my bed? Against the pillows? Is it a toy or a decoration, and if it’s a toy why is it such high quality, and if it’s a decoration then why was it clearly made to be cuddled? It’s all… confusing.” 

“You’re the only person I think I’ve seen have a crisis over what to do with a stuffed bear.” 

“Well… why do you bring Roman everywhere? If you can’t just leave him at home then why keep him at all?” 

Janus pauses for a moment, and then shrugs as he grabs the library door for Logan, and holds it open for him. “I’m not sure.” 

“You stole it, didn’t you? Why’d you steal it?” 

Janus finds himself a bit baffled at the question. “I’m… I don’t know. I’m a klepto; I see something, I take it!” 

“You’re not a klepto. There has to be a reason.” 

“I think you’re applying too much logic to a situation I was just trying to tease you about.” 

Logan smiles again. “Technically, I teased you first.” He greets the librarian politely, and she nods back at him, as Janus follows Logan to the back of the building, far from the entrance and other people, as Logan finds a table and sets his bag down. 

Their words die down once they’re both settled and seated, with Janus unzipping his bag to pull Roman out, setting him on the table. Logan does the same, putting them side by side. 

“I assume you’re not going to look for a book or anything?” Logan asks, as he then pulls out a folder of schoolwork. He sets it on the desk in front of his own seat, though doesn’t open it.

Janus folds one leg over the other and gets comfortable, before pulling out his phone. “Nope.” 

“Okay. I’m going to go search for a novel or two; would you please stay with the bears?” 

Grinning at Logan, Janus coos “scared they’re going to get stolen?” 

His words make Logan roll his eyes. “Admittedly, yes. We’re near the children’s section, and I don’t want a kid coming over and snatching either of the stuffed toys thinking they’re library property. Then I’d have to take them back, and the child would cry, and it’d be a mess.” 

Nose scrunching, Janus responds “I hate kids,” and that’s assurance enough in Logan’s mind. 

He walks off to go find himself a good read, while Janus ignores the two stuffies in favor of scrolling through his half-dead phone, which has been drained due to its constant use throughout the school day. There’s nothing else interesting for him to do. 

That is, until he gets a bit curious about the stuffed animals. They are rather high quality - even Remus, who was found in poor condition by Logan. They almost look like build-a-bears in terms of their design, though they’re a bit smaller than typical build-a-bears would be. Maybe they were a limited release of some sort? 

Though, as Janus reaches over and flicks another look at Roman’s tag, he’s reminded that there’s no brand. Just a name. 

So, he lifts his phone and takes a picture of the two, before deciding to do a cross-image search, hoping to find a quick answer of sorts on google. And yet… there’s nothing. 

Of course, pictures of stuffed animals do pop up. White bears, brown bears, green bears, even prince-adjacent bears, but there’s no exact match whatsoever. Even limited edition beanie babies would have some obscure image posted once in their life! Maybe… maybe these were hand-made? But being handmade wouldn’t explain the tags. Only companies do that. 

Janus makes a face of frustration as he plucks Roman off the table, kicking his feet up onto it after as he holds Roman against his thighs. 

“Did your company go defunct or something?” Janus asks, though he obviously doesn’t expect an answer. “Or were you recalled? Those seem like the only explanations as to why you and your brother don’t seem to exist anywhere online.” 

Online? Roman tries to question - only having heard vaguely of the internet - but he’s stuck being silenced. 

Janus squeezes Roman’s midsection suddenly, before poking at the sash crossing over Roman’s body. “Maybe you were made overseas… you look like you’re mocking royalty.” 

Roman would gasp if he could. Mocking? He wants to say, incredibly offended, I am royalty!

Remus meanwhile would be cackling at Janus’s words. How brash a peasant, and one who looks like a mess himself! It’s almost ironic, considering the bits and pieces Remus has heard, that Janus would be so judgemental towards a stuffed animal when he himself seemed to live in filth. But the idea of Roman being undoubtedly upset by Janus’s casual comments is entertaining enough for Remus to truly not care, instead picturing Roman’s spoiled, pouty lip jutted out and him stomping his feet as he tries to argue against the pointed criticisms from their kingdom’s citizens. 

“Golden straps? A sash? It’s very… costume-y.” Janus then leans back a bit to get a good look at Remus. “And don’t even get me started on you.” 

I could say the same thing, Remus thinks, as if he could say anything at all. 

But Janus is quiet after that, keeping Roman in his lap as he goes back to mindless nonsense on his phone, and sits quietly until Logan comes back with three books neatly stacked in his arms. 

Two of them he sets on the floor, and one he hits lightly against Janus’s legs, softly scolding “don’t put your feet up on the table, it’s rude,” before setting his book on the desk himself. 

Janus rolls his eyes, but brings his legs back anyway. “What books did you get?” 

“This one is about single variable calculus in order to help me further understand the derivatives we’re completing,” Logan says, as he pulls a worksheet from his school folder. He fetches a pencil from his bag, and opens the textbook to a pre-sought chapter, going between reading it and filling out his paper. 

“I can see that,” Janus mutters in reply, making a face of disgust. “I thought you understood derivatives.” 

“I just want more practice.” 

Janus thinks Logan doesn’t need the practice, but alas, he looks over at the other two books piled by Logan’s bag. “What about the others?” 

“One’s nonfiction that delves into detail about space exploration, written by someone who spent a month on the international space station. It’s full of thorough observations about the nuances of zero gravity and life in different conditions, making comparisons between Earth and space in various ways in order to paint a larger picture of what life would be like among the stars.” Logan then glances at the second book. “The other’s uh… it’s fiction. A fable. I didn’t pick it out purposefully; one of the staff members told me they were planning on tossing a bunch of old books.” 

Logan sets his pencil down, and scoots his chair back to grab the fictional work from beneath the space book. He holds it in his lap, brushing his fingers gently over the visibly worn cover. 

“I’m carrying too much already to have taken more than three, but I’ll have to come back at some point before they throw out everything. It’s so saddening to see so many books just be… trashed. I have a half-empty bookcase they’d look perfect on, though. And I’ve been searching for new books to read anyway.”  

You seem like quite the snoutband, Remus scoffs internally, though if he knew the modern term “nerd” he’d probably have just said that instead. 

“But what’s the fable about,” Janus rephrases, and Logan turns it around. 

“I don’t know… I admittedly just grabbed a book at random.” His thumb glides over an inscribed synopsis on the book’s backside. “Here. I’ll read the given description. ‘A tale of two princes who tended more to themselves than their kingdom, cared more about fun than leading fiercely, and who ultimately met their demise at the hands of a fair witch. And this is a story children are told. And children tell their children. And everyone knows it. So it is fabled.’ Huh.” 

“Sounds lame,” Janus yawns.

Sounds… familiar, Roman thinks. 

“But at least it’ll be a nice contrast to what you read normally,” Janus then continues. “Maybe you’ll realize fiction is better than fact every once in a while.” 

“Doubtful,” Logan murmurs, as he flicks the fable open to the first page. No author’s note - which he’s not too surprised by, considering the book's apparent age - but there’s no written publication date or copyright sign. In fact, as Logan skims the first few pages, and then looks at the book’s spine, he can’t even find an author. His brows narrow in a mixture of confusion and frustration. “Do you think there are many books titled ‘A Tale Of Two Princes?’” 

“I don’t know. Why?” 

Logan hands Janus the book, who looks completely uninterested in it. He gives Logan a bored look, but Logan just directs him to where the author’s name would be. “There’s no author listed,” he explains, “and no date of publication. It’s like this is a self-published, uncredited draft, but it’s bound with a cover so I don’t understand.” 

“Maybe it’s someone wanting to stay anonymous,” Janus reasons, as he pushes the fable back into Logan’s hands. “If I wrote fairy tales I’d want to stay hidden too.” 

“Be nice,” Logan scolds, though he bites his lip as he flips through the book. “Honestly, though, the lack of identification in this book makes me significantly more interested in it.” 

“More interested than you are in your calc book?” 

Logan lets out a singular, clearly fake laugh, and answers “yes, of course. My calculus textbook was written by Marcus Antcormick. ‘A Tale Of Two Princes’ was written by someone we don’t know. I feel like one of those is significantly more fascinating to think about.” 

“I’m not so sure about that.” Janus kicks his feet back onto the table, setting his soles atop Logan’s hardcover textbook, though his soles land carelessly on the book’s open pages. “I think an unattributed calculus book would be way weirder than a one-off fairy tale. One of these things has actual supposed importance and credibility basically tied to the qualifications of the author. Anybody can write a made-up schtick. Not just anyone could write a calc walkthrough.” 

“Anyone could write a mathematics book,” Logan argues. “They’d just have to learn thoroughly about the material. It’s not impossible.” He then stands and pulls Janus’s feet off his book, before sitting once more. He sets the fable back on the ground as he resumes his writing. “I’ve thought about eventually writing textbooks, but I’m not good at… simplifying material. I understand it as-is and I have a hard time understanding why others can’t.” 

“You think they should be able to?” 

“No.” Logan lets out a hum. “I know everybody thinks differently. I just don’t understand what it is they’re not understanding. If it was English, I’d get it. A lot of documents or passages we have to analyze are incredibly verbose, redundant, or utilize vernacular far beyond what some people our age have been exposed to. But math is just numbers, and most of us learn the same equations at the same time.” His pencil taps against his paper, and he looks towards Janus with a rather contemplative glimmer in his eyes. “I guess… I guess me not understanding why they struggle with math is similar to them not understanding the equations.” 

“I suppose.” Janus groans as he stretches out in his chair, holding Roman tight against his chest. “I think the logarithmic is just bullshit, personally.” 

“It’s important.” 

“It’d be important if I was planning on writing a mathematics textbook. Luckily, I’m not-” 

Janus cuts himself off abruptly as he feels his phone vibrate in his lap, where he’d set it while talking to Logan. He lifts Roman slightly to glance at the screen, and sighs as he answers the phone. He turns his face away from Logan to further muffle the voice on the other end, and speaks quietly himself, though Logan hears him say “okay,” and “I already said I would,” followed by Janus sighing when the phone’s hung up. 

Slowly, Logan closes his textbook. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah. I just have to go home like… now, which is farther away from here than your house is.” Janus looks legitimately peeved for a second, though quickly plays it off with a light joke of “I’m tempted to come home with you anyway and take a few snacks from your pantry as comeuppance for dragging me along, but I'm feeling kind today.”

“You chose to follow me,” Logan reminds him. “Why do you need to rush home anyway?” 

“Delivery. My parents need me to bring it inside.” 

Though Janus doesn’t specify what’s in the package, or even if it’s valuable, Logan knows why he has to bring it inside. Living in a not-great area means it can be swiped right off their porch in a matter of minutes, regardless of if it’s pricey or not. And Janus’s parents probably aren’t home anyway. 

Janus sighs as he stuffs Roman back into his bag, being weirdly careful not to squish or force his arms into any uncomfortably bent position, and then slings it right onto his shoulders. As he stands, Logan can see one of his legs trembling, as if overexerted. 

“All this walking is going to kill me,” Janus mutters, before telling Logan outright “you really need to learn to drive. It’d be easier on my knees.” He groans. “Ugh, I’m getting so old.” 

“I know how to drive, I just don’t have a car,” Logan replies, before adding “and you’re not ‘getting so old.’ You haven’t even turned eighteen yet.” 

Janus raises his arms above his head to stretch them out. “God help everyone else the day I do.” Once he’s satisfied with the ache being alleviated from most of his body, he gives Logan a short wave, and then heads out, walking fast to hopefully get home sooner, leaving Logan alone, with Remus still seated across from him on the table. 

“I guess I should head out too, huh?” Logan says aloud, though he’s speaking to no one in particular. He looks towards Remus the same way he’d look expectantly towards a friend for a response, but of course, none comes. 

In fact, even if Remus could respond, he’s too focused on the proclamation of Janus’s age, and thus Logan’s own assumed age! Not even eighteen? Why, neither are we! He thinks. Him and Roman never reached eighteen years of age… not before they were turned, at least. And while the argument could be made that technically they’re years and years older than they actually are, they’ve spent most of that time in a weird, blacked-out state. Though they were cursed, at least whoever cursed them was merciful enough to not make them constantly aware. If they were stuck awake every moment of every day, they’d probably be way more miserable… even more so than they currently are!

I can’t imagine being this pathetic before eighteen years, Remus then scoffs. Is this what you do all day? Read literature and bore each other with meaningless anecdotes? Where’s the fun? The excitement? Didn’t we meet inside a waste bin? 

Logan packs his folder back into his bag, and tucks Remus in there as well, much to Remus’s disdain. 

I hate being cramped in here, he’d complain, if he could. I’ve spent most of my time in this form in darkness, and you constantly shove me back into it. Honestly, I’m starting to miss the trash!

Though he’s placed in the front of the backpack, he can still feel the pressure of Logan’s many items pressing on him from all sides as Logan adjusts the bag’s straps on his shoulders, and then gathers up his pile of books. 

He hands them to the librarian along with his library card - which he keeps neatly secured on his keyring - and then packs those into his bag as well. It makes it heavier, and he struggles to get it zipped, but eventually he manages, though Remus ends up crushed by the books being smashed into his face and body. 

Do you really need so many? He groans, as he’s surrounded by literature from all sides. He does get the opportunity to read the back of the fable, though, recognizing it as being the one Logan read aloud earlier. 

It sounded incredibly familiar… not in a way he’s read before - he wasn’t much for reading, personally - but instead as something he’s… experienced. 

‘A Tale Of Two Princes’ Remus reads. Huh. Sounds fucking immature. I expected something more… engaging, Logan. Truly, I’m disappointed. 

Reading in general was quite a drag, but having an owner he seemed to enjoy it was going to bother Remus to no end. At least the kids that owned him would take him on adventures to the park or leave him to be chewed up by their pets! And while unpleasant, Remus found he quite enjoyed how interesting it was to feel the pain of wood chips or dog fangs scratching into his fake fur. He would even go so far as to say he liked it! But Logan was just so… boring. 

Remus is bounced around with every step Logan takes on his trek home, and since he’s learned through context over the years what “cars” were, he can’t help but agree with Janus about the fact Logan should truly invest in one. 

Logan walks a lot quicker home than he did to the library, assured that no teenage bully would linger for more than ten minutes on his street. Nobody his age is patient enough for that, especially when that waiting would just lead to a brief and painful physical encounter. Their mindset is most likely that of “we could beat him up another day.” And they could… unless Logan made going to the library a consistent stop. Hm. Maybe he’d have to finish those books tonight; then he could exchange them tomorrow.

It was unlikely, considering he still had work to do (such as that unfinished worksheet, and some brief literature homework), but he’d have free time tonight!

As he nears his porch, he sees that the clouds are greying overhead, and hums to himself as he believes there’s probably going to be a storm tonight. Perhaps he’d set out a kettle and sip tea through the thunder - he wasn’t going to be able to sleep with the noise anyway. 

As he heads inside, he’s greeted with both of his parents being home. 

“Hi,” Logan greets them, as he moves through the door. His mother - Caroline - turns around. She’s on the phone with somebody, notably listening more than speaking, but she gives him a nod of acknowledgement. His father - Anthony - has documents laid out on the table. Logan peers at them, and sees printed out screenshots of messages, though he can’t read the texts contained within. Anthony doesn’t respond, and Logan presumes he’s too engrossed in his work to be aware of his surroundings. 

He walks around them to the cupboard, which he fetches a kettle from. He fills it with tap water, and then sets it on the stove to boil. Then, he heads up to his room. 

He sets his bag on the ground and pulls out his books. He sets the calculus textbook on his desk along with a few folders filled with the work he’ll have to do tonight, and then sets the other two books and Remus on his bed. Remus is tucked up against his pillows, comfortably pressed in the corner of two, and the books are stacked before him. Logan then sets his bookbag at the foot of his bed. 

Pushing his door open with his foot, Logan makes sure he’ll be able to hear the pot whistle from upstairs, and then sits at his desk to finish his math worksheet. 

Since he got about halfway through at the library, he’s able to finish it up by the time he hears the kettle begin to whistle, and waits until it’s screeching to finally head downstairs and tend to it. He’s down there for a bit, leaving Remus bored in his bedroom, until he comes back up with a mug with a tea bag in it. Logan dips the bag repeatedly into the mug, and then stirs the tea with a spoon, before bringing it to his mouth and blowing some steam away before taking a sip. He sets the cup on the corner of his desk and sits back down, as rain slowly starts to beat against his window. 

Remus is left incredibly understimulated as he rests in Logan's unentertaining room. There’s barely anything to look at along the walls, on his desk - there’s nothing anywhere!

Remus couldn’t imagine having such a drab residence. His own room was filled with golden trinkets and the bones of game he’d skillfully hunted. He had taken time to pick their bones clean and smooth out their imperfections before framing the structure around his room or fixing the innards into decor. Rib bones turned to windchimes, or small hearts pickled in a jar for a splash of colour amongst his shelves. 

Though, his most prized decorations were ripped outright away from his citizens. An indigo scarf yanked from a woman, pregnant with child. And a golden chain, thin and handcrafted with the minimal material found panning in the river. Remus loved how pretty they looked ripped up and hanging messily from hooks or nails in his walls. Honestly, if Logan could ever fight back against those people picking on him, Remus encourages him to take a souvenir! At least it’d make his room less mind-numbing!

A large crack outside has Logan turning slightly in his chair, taking a swig from his mug as he watches the rain pour down outside, a lot harder than it was moments earlier. As Logan watches, there’s a flash of lightning, brighter than even the light in his room, and it’s gone as soon as it hits. 

The wind is loud against his window, and Logan sighs as he hopes the storm seizes soon. He’s got school tomorrow, and would rather not be up all night. 

He turns back to his work, and finishes up with his borrowed calculus textbook, before closing it and setting it on the ground next to him. As he moves on to his literature work, he’s once again absorbed in his writing, and Remus is back to listening to the raging storm mixed with the scratching of paper. 

At some point, Logan heads back downstairs to get a refill of tea, and Remus is able to hear a very muffled conversation between him and his supposed caregivers. 

“Do you have to go back to work right now?” Logan asks. “It’s late.” 

“It’s surgery,” Caroline responds. “Just because it’s dark outside doesn’t mean my patient can postpone her liver failure. We just found a donor.”

“It’s storming pretty bad out there,” Anthony interjects, before he lets out a long sigh. “But, I suppose the rain won’t stop death, either. Just… drive safe.” 

“I will.” 

“I love you,” Logan says, followed by the front door slamming. No words follow after, and Logan comes back upstairs with a second cupful of heated tea. He stirs it slowly, but doesn’t drink it. He turns back to his work, but Remus doesn’t hear him write at all. Just soft drinking and silence. 

It isn’t until Anthony comes upstairs sometime later that Remus is finally greeted with something interesting. 

“Hey… uh… your friend is outside.” 

Logan gives him a weird look. “What?” 

“At the front door.” 

Logan stands up and heads downstairs again, and Anthony glances at the bed, giving Remus a funny look. Remus would stick his tongue out at him if he could. As Anthony leaves the room, Logan’s stepping back into it, with Janus following closely behind him. Janus is completely soaked; even the bag he’s wearing sags with water.

“I hate the rain,” Janus hisses, shivering in his sopping clothes. “And your dad just… left me on the porch!” 

“I think he was giving me the opportunity to turn you away,” Logan says in response, as he digs comfortable, baggy clothes out from the back of his dresser. He gives them to Janus, who rushes to strip out of the wet fabric clinging to his body. “I think he was also shocked to see you at the front door for once.” 

“I’m not going to scale a tree in the middle of a storm,” Janus huffs. “Last thing I need is to be struck by lightning.” 

He pulls on Logan’s clothes, and immediately throws himself into Logan’s bed, shamelessly bundling himself in the blankets. His eyebrows are creased, seemingly stressed. Remus can hear his teeth chatter. As thunder booms outside, Janus’s knuckles go white on the sheets. Even his face is pale. 

As Logan scoops up Janus’s clothes and dumps them into his hamper, he asks “what are you doing out in the storm anyway?” 

“Roof was leaking,” Janus mumbles. “And there was a draft. It was chilly.” 

“I’ll see if I can find my mom’s heating pad.” Logan wipes his damp hands on his pants, before turning back to Janus, who is buried so deep in the covers that only half his face is visible. His eyes are intensely fixated on the window, and he looks shaken anytime lightning strikes outside, and nearly winces with each loud crackle of thunder. So, Logan asks “are you alright?” 

Immediately, he’s met with a glare. “That’s a stupid question,” Janus snaps. 

Logan looks unphased. “Don’t be rude; I’m just concerned,” he says, as he kneels to grab Janus’s bag. Opening it, he’s not surprised to see Roman, though Roman is just as wet as everything else. He picks him up and squeezes one of his paws, frowning when water begins to drip down the sides of his fingers. But it’s not like Janus’s wet hair wasn’t already soaking into his pillows, so he gives Roman to Janus despite not loving the idea of water in his bed. 

“I don’t need this teddy bear,” Janus huffs, as he takes Roman anyway. “What I need is for the storm to cease.” 

“Storms don’t just magically stop.” 

“They should!” Janus dramatically hits his hands against the mattress, only to jump at another burst of thunder. He swallows the spit in his mouth, before jokingly mumbling “the weather should just… do as I say.”

“You sound like a spoiled prince.” 

Both Roman and Remus immediately make noises of complaint, but of course those pitiful disagreements never reach the two humans’ ears. 

Though, the mention of princes has Logan humming as he reaches to grab his fable. He sets it on his bed, and then rolls Janus gently over, until he’s laying against the pillows stacked neatly against the wall, and pressing into Remus with his shoulder. Both of them are uncomfortable with this position, so Janus grabs Remus and holds him too, as Logan slides into bed next to him. 

He gets under the blankets just enough to cover his thighs, and then sets up the book. 

Janus gives him a look. “Are you really going to read right now?” 

“Of course,” Logan simply responds. “I’m almost finished with my work anyway, so taking some time to read won’t hinder my productivity.” Logan then glances Janus’s way, and gives him a small, considerate smile. “I… also assumed a distraction would be appreciated.”

“I don’t need to be distracted from anything,” Janus replies, through gritted teeth, though Roman would have to disagree with him considering how hard Janus is squeezing his plush body. If Roman could choke, he’d be fighting for his life right now. Despite his words however, Janus cuddles closer to Logan’s legs as lightning flashes throughout the room. 

“Consider this an excuse for me to practice reading aloud, then,” Logan says, as he flips open to the first page of the fairytale. There’s not even a table of contents, which bothers Logan a bit. “We can start at the beginning. ‘Chapter One. At the peak of spring, when birds were singing and flowers were blossoming, when orchards were graced with precious fruit and fields tilled in preparation, twins were born within the grandeur castle. Few were present for the birth, aside from the queen, king, and midwife, but there was a feeling of premonition that spread throughout the village that day. A horrible, distressing feeling, as if the citizens somehow knew the horrors to come…’”

Though Remus hates books, and Roman was struggling in Janus’s tight grip, they both can’t help but listen to this tale. Again, they’re both struck with a strange sense of familiarity, in the worst possible way. Logan’s voice remains neutral, if not a tad interested as he reads, as Janus stays silent, with the only disturbance being the storm raging on just outside. But even that doesn’t distract the twins… no, they’re stuck taking in Logan’s words, trying to recall where they first heard them. Sometime in the past… sometime very, very far past.

[selormohene]

day 24 (thursday, july 27th 2023)

(Written Friday morning, posted Friday afternoon because currently at Sue’s cabin and relatively off the grid.)

I wanted to read a bunch of books this summer and that hasn’t necessarily panned out. (Well the literature I’ve made some progress on, the social science not so much.) I also wanted to do a bunch of math, and that’s been happening, although much more slowly than I’d anticipated. Partly due to the omnipresent problem of sleep and partly due to the fact that what I’ve been studying so far (calculus, a little linear algebra) was only a preliminary to what I really wanted to study, (differential topology, and in particular, the algebraic and categorical aspects of differential topology). But it now occurs to me that in trying to follow my interests, as I’ve mentioned before sometimes getting into the groove is more important than following a specific path. Of course this can sometimes have adverse effects such as only being inclined to study stuff you don’t have the prerequisites for and thus not being able to study them properly, and which is precisely the problem I’m currently trying to fix. But I think the point is that being unwilling to study because you don’t like what you’re working on can be just as much of a failure mode as only working on stuff you enjoy without having an adequate grounding in the fundamentals, which will just end up working against you. The real solution, I think, is some combination of discipline and freestyling, which I’m trying to carry out but could probably do a better job of doing. That is, realise that you have to eat your vegetables but find the best way of making them go down (or develop a taste for them), but also add a little bit of meat and potatoes every now and then to the extent possible to make the meal as a whole more palatable.

On the social science front there were a few books I’d wanted to read but couldn’t get into. But I’m currently reading The Anatomy of Racial Inequality by Glenn Loury and it’s really good. I can’t remember when I first came across his work but I do have respect for his general position on and complex approach to racial issues in the United States, most of all the fact that he doesn’t seem to be primarily interested in recapitulating progressive bromides despite his sympathy, at various points in his career, with various of them. For instance all the talk about self-confirming stereotypes, adverse selection, and differentiation are best seen as challenges to perhaps uncomfortable notions we may have regarding racial self-perceptions and behaviour informed by them, without falling into moralising generalities about respectability politics and the like, which is what takes the place in popular discourse of the sort of game-theoretic argument he’s advancing. This represents, to me, a vindication of heavy-duty mathematically informed theory in wielding a more complex vision of things and in so doing giving us the ability to make more sensitive moral assessments of the situation in question. Many of us ignore the theoretical complexity of the world or just can’t perceive it and don’t realise that we can’t, which is bad, but even worse is recognising that the world is complex but somehow also thinking that all the complexity filters down to moral assessments which happen to align simply with our prior simple moral beliefs.

This reminds me of the accusation of pandering to the beliefs of whites — of being a “coon” or “Uncle Tom” — the levelling of which I’ve always found distressing. Like “pick-me,” it comes across to me as partly a form of projection, in the following sense. If you can’t assess the truth of a socially relevant belief in others (or even the potential utility of some purported piece of socially relevant information) independently of what white people make of it, it seems like you’re the one who has them living in your head. Of course there’s a difference between realising that what white people think (and more importantly what they do) matters, and adopting an evaluative system based on theirs. Your evaluative system should be based on your own values, and should incorporate the values of racist white people only as relevant information (regarding what use they will make of certain information, how they will react to you, how other people will react to them, etc). In particular I’m not trying to deny that there are black people whose value systems are entirely oriented around those of white people, I’m just saying that a more subtle and ultimately self-defeating way of having one’s values so oriented is manifested in only assessing people whose beliefs, prescriptions, motives, actions etc. seem to align with values that white people also hold as being motivated by alignment with white value systems, and only assessing the content of their beliefs or prescriptions or actions in terms indexed to white value systems yourself. In particular it shouldn’t be that hard to say “person X is only saying this for white approval and/or claim X is exactly what a racist would want to be the case, but it could still be a useful thing to consider the relevant claims and what to do in light of their potential truth and/or their prevalence.”

[brockkboeserr]

mistaken identity - jj maybank

jj mistakes you for a touron, despite the fact that he’s been copying your test answers for years and pined after you just as long. will you let him take you on a date to make it up to you and win you over?

warnings: none i don’t think

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hello loves, despite a rude anon’s best efforts i’m still here. wrote this little something on the plane ride home yesterday night to distract me from 1) the terrible turbulence and 2) the feeling of my heart literally breaking. i’ve missed my little klepto baby, hope yall enjoy this cute lil jj fic. also 10/10 i will be calling my future sig other ‘bud’ and yes i literally wrote @girlsru1eboysdroo1into this, sue me or w/e feedback makes my heart happy.

You don’t quite know how it happened. One moment you were just the girl JJ cheated off of in math when Pope wouldn’t let him, a member of the math team and all around nobody at Kildare High. Sure, you had friends you sat with at lunch and no one really had a bad thing to say about you. Though, if one really thought about it, no one really had a thing to say about you at all - good or bad. You were the definition of a wallflower, content to sit on the sidelines, observing but never interacting fully. The next moment, you were somebody.

Contrarily, you know exactly where it happened. The same place where residents of both sides of the island come together alongside the hapless tourists with only a few goals in mind: drink, dance and find a warm body to cozy up to for the night. This location is, of course, a boneyard kegger at the beginning of summer (one of the first in fact), and those activities are, of course, not quite in line with your typical Friday night. 

It’s your best friends fault you’re here, you muse, hand wrapped tightly around a red solo cup containing three quarters of the warm beer you were handed nearly half an hour ago. You didn’t have anything against drinking, or anyone who drank, your parents were just a little more present than your classmates. You were staying over at Pen’s that night, her mom was really cool, but you couldn’t shake the imaginary hand of your parents and found yourself looking over your shoulder, prepared to drop the cup in the sand and run. Pen had been the one who was adamant that the two of you make an appearance, “you didn’t come to a single kegger last summer, and it’s our last summer before college, c’mon live a little!”. She was nothing if not persistent, and so you agreed if only to get her to let it go.

She had promised she would be by your side ‘the entire night’, but of course fifteen minutes in and she was nowhere to be seen. Also suspiciously missing, despite his two cronies still standing within your peripheral vision, was one Rafe Cameron. You didn’t know what Pen saw in him, she was the literal sweetest person in the entire world and he was... well himself. Of course no one is perfect, she did ditch you after all, and no one is entirely bad either. Since whatever was going on between them started, Rafe hadn’t been bothering you at all and you considered that a win in your books. 

Girl code and euphemisms about female friendships being more important than romantic ones aside, you couldn’t stay mad at her for long and wanted her to be happy. For some unknown reason, he made her happy and you had to support that.

You just wish she had supported you a little and been upfront about you. That way you could have been home, maybe with a book, maybe with netflix. Either way, you wouldn’t be sitting alone on a piece of driftwood slowly sipping on a warm beer as some of your classmates chatted up a group of tourons. You weren’t alone long, however.

You felt his presence before you saw him. JJ Maybank of all people sidled up beside you on the log, toe tapping and hand fidgeting with his rings as he sat silently for all of thirty seconds. Having been in the same class as the boy for more than a decade you recognized his antsy antics as ones that he often acted on in class. If you took a moment to think about it, you could admit that he was conventionally attractive, his whole devil-may-care attitude and golden surfer tan only made him all the more appealing. However, you had known the boy (or at least known of the boy) for so long, you never let that feeling grow into anything tangible. Besides, you were going to leave the small island in the fall and you were never looking back.

The silence only lasted for a minute longer before he broke it. “First time in the outer banks?” the messy blonde boy beside you asked, and you felt the scowl overtake your face.

“JJ we’ve been in the same class since the first grade, and you’ve been cheating off of me in math the entirety of our school careers,” you rolled your eyes and downed the almost full cup before throwing it to the sand and walking away. JJ stared after you with his brow furrowed, brain trying to connect the dots and reconcile you with one of his many classmates. It wasn’t entirely JJ’s (or the six beers he had consumed)’s fault, one could also blame his tardiness and absences for his lack of recognition. And of course there was the fact that you had let Pen dress you up, slap some light makeup on your eyes and curl your hair. Ordinarily the only products you bothered with were sunscreen and lip chap and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn anything other than a baggy t-shirt over ripped denim. So maybe you should have given the blonde some slack. 

Or not. “Y/n?” Pope asked confusedly as you stormed past him. The two of you weren’t friends, not exactly anyway, but you were both on the math team and that leant itself to a certain amount of camaraderie. At the very least, Pope remembered your name and that was more than his best friend could say. He reached out with a hand to lightly grasp your bicep, pulling you back towards him and scanning your face to see if he could figure out what was going on. “You okay?”

“Never better,” you bit back, feeling bad instantly. “Sorry Pope, your friend is just kind of an idiot.”

“What did John B do now?” Pope sighed. John B hadn’t had a lot of luck in the ladies department lately and Pope was worried about what his latest gaffe had been. Judging by the look on your face it was bad, like call you by the wrong girl’s name bad. 

“Not Routledge,” you rolled your eyes before continuing, “JJ. It doesn’t matter, Pen ditched me and I'm going home.”

Pope let you go this time, turning toward the aforementioned blond who was slowly making his way over to him. 

“Who was that?” JJ asked with narrowed, red rimmed eyes. Pope laughed out loud, knowing his best friend was about to be incredibly mad at himself. 

“How high are you? The girl you just offended was y/n,” Pope told him, causing JJ’s wide eyes to widen even further 

“Wait, y/n y/l/n? The girl of my dreams y/n y/l/n?” JJ smacked his own forehead in frustration. So that’s why you had looked so familiar. He had never seen you look so put together, and he had definitely never seen you at a kegger or under the influence of any substance before. When Pope nodded, JJ patted him on the shoulder before rushing after your retreating frame. 

He called your first name, watched as you stopped walking and stood in the sand with your back facing him. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.”

You turned to look at him, resting your hands on your hips. “High schools over JJ, you don’t have to pretend to be nice to me so that I’ll keep letting you cheat off me in trig.” 

“That’s not-“ he paused, eyes downcast before they flicked up to look at you. You took note of his slightly dilated pupils, the way they were rimmed with red and recognized he was under the influence of something. Gathering courage, he quickly spit out “go on a date with me.”

“I-“ you sighed deeply, eyes rolling up toward the night sky as you contemplated his offer, “you know what? Fine, one date. You better knock it outta the park and blow me away cause it’s your only shot.” You began walking away, back turned to him so he couldn’t see the small grin on your face or the way your hands shook a little. Every girl with two eyes and a heartbeat had to admit to at least a tiny crush on the reckless boy, and you had both of those things. To be asked out on a date by him made you feel special, but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Not that I need it, but you don’t believe in second chances?” he shouted at your retreating back. Without missing a beat you turned to look at him over your shoulder, “this is your second chance bud.”

A few days later had you sitting in shock and disbelief as JJ Maybank admitted his years long crush on you. 

You laughed so hard that you almost snorted, stifling the instinct with both of your hands before the sound could betray you. “You’re trying to tell me you’ve had a crush on me since we were kids? And you couldn’t recognize me because of a little bit of eyeliner?” you asked skeptically, brows raised at the boy who sat beside you on the blanket in the sand. 

“Not my finest moment,” he admitted, grabbing a grape and tossing it in the air before attempting to catch it in his mouth. It bounced off his nose and rolled into the sand, causing you to giggle. He brightened up considerably with the knowledge that he had been able to make you laugh, even if it was with his stupid antics. 

“So, your idea of flirting was what? Copying my test answers and never actually speaking to me?” You laughed at the look of indignation on his face. “You’ve got no game, bud.”

“I’ll have you know I have plenty of game, you should hear what the tourons-“ he began to brag, stopping only when you threw yourself at him, covering his mouth with your hands as you had done to yourself only moments earlier. It was only when he shrugged that you pulled back from

his personal space. 

“Pro tip for Mr ‘plenty of game’, girls don’t like to hear about other girls on first dates. Especially not girls you’ve...” you fake coughed and raised your eyebrows hoping he would get the meaning. 

“Right, sorry. You just make me nervous.” He admitted, rolling his pink lips into his mouth briefly. 

“What, why?” you asked, sitting up on your knees and tucking your hair behind your ears. 

“Are you kidding? You’re smokin’ hot and really smart. Like maybe even smarter than Pope smart,” he paused, “don’t tell him I said that.”

You laughed again, face hot from the compliment as you mimed zipping your lips, “Your secret’s safe with me, I’ll take it to the grave.”

You sat in a comfortable silence, staring at his strong side profile before he turned to you, eyes darting down to look at your lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, lip darting out to lick at his bottom lip. 

“Depends,” you giggled, sitting up further and wrapping your arms around his neck before whispering into his ear, “Do you remember who I am this time?”

He laughed, cheeks reddening as he returned your whisper, “I could never forget you y/n y/l/n.” 

“You better not, bud,” you replied, grinning up at him before you captured his lips with yours, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed in his embrace. 

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[mfuugh]

Lmfao I’ve been too deep into drawing life studies that I sort of embodied AUs or even post Eva stuff. I’m kind of either wanting to write fanfic or draw a mini comic. But here goes this synopsis:

Proposal #1. Shinji is nervous, today he has to go to work alone as Mari takes a sick day off. Shinji is nervous because he’s still not used to his new work environment, the thought of it makes him a bit nauesous. Though, to calm his nerves, Shinji starts to plug in his air pods and listens to classical music.

It was sparsely crowded, but Shinji had his own seat on the car. He clutched onto his backpack and whilst thinking about the music, and eventually drifted into a state of unawareness. Closing his eyes as he knows the ride home will take half hour, he’d hoped to get shut eye and wake up in time. Though as soon as the first song ended, he didn’t realise the presence of another person next to him.

“Was that ode to joy?” The person who sat next to him said.

Shinji’s alertness was displayed in a jolt, a little disorientated from being half asleep he turned to his left. His eyes widened without saying anything.

A tall white hair man dressed in...Shinji knows him, though Kaworu doesn’t realise it. Without another second to think, Shinji asked, “would you like to listen together?”

Kaworu was boldly surprised, and his shyness was displayed, something Shinji knows he’s never seen before.

“I little surprised by your question, but I just wanted to tell you about your tapping.” Kaworu said with his hand on his face and looking at the floor.

Shinji traced the direction of his eyes and saw his foot slightly lifted, which meant he tapped unconsciously. Embarrassed for himself now, Shinji apologised and offered to find another seat. Flustered he was thinking of moving until Kaworu pulled him arm sharply to make Shinji forcibly sit.

“I think you’re misunderstanding something.”

“Is that so—?” Shinji replies, looking away (still embarrassed of what just happened).

“Yes, that song is my favourite, you often don’t find people who know classical music” and he points to Shinji’s foot, he continues “do you play the piano?”

Shinji’s face turned to from dumbfounded to a small smile.

“No but I play the cello actually, though I do know someone who played the piano and they introduced me to some pieces”.

Kaworu smiles back and he takes out his phone and asks for Shinji’s number . A bit flustered Shinji exchanges information with him. Within moments, he texts “hello 👋 “ and Shinji looking at the screen in disbelief; he takes a slight look at Kaowru who scrolls thru his phone and then a bzzt notification notifies Shinji of a new message, it’s a playlist.

I guess I never introduced myself, but my name is Nagisa Kaworu, he smiles gently. And Shinji stares in disbelief and returns with another smile, my name is Imari Shinji, but you can just call me Shinji

The bus stops and calls out the destination and Kaworu says oh this is my stop, I have a younger sister and she’s actually starting to get lessons on the violin.

“I’ll see you later Shinji-kun let’s meet again.” Kaworu says with an ease-ful smile before heading out.

Shinji smiles and replies with, “Mmh (yes)” with a small nod.

Proposal #2. AU Where Kaworu is a student from the countryside and lives with adopted relatives a.k.a Ryoji and Misato; his “brother” is Misato’s son younger Ryoji. He goes to Tokyo to study agricultural engineering but he really wants to be a music producer. He enjoys the piano a lot and tries to find the music room and stumbles across Shinji who is playing the cello.

He’s a math major and wants to be a home room teacher. He’s childhood friends Asuka who has a one sided crush on him but he doesn’t feel the same way. Asuka later actually goes out with Kensuke. Rei and Kaworu are classmates but find themselves to share similar interests which leads them to be friends.

Rei is later introduced to Shinji as a initial love interest by her going to a university “mixer” party (more like all the students in their year/grade go to party). Rei and Kaworu actually go together, though Kaworu is very stubborn until caves in. With his looks, he attracts a lot of attention from everyone. Though he enjoys the interaction, but he sees Shinji and remembers the piano incident.

Shinji did have a crush on Rei, though he later realised he likes her for the wrong reasons/for mistaken reasons and both stay good friends. Sometime later Rei discovers she and Kaworu are siblings but separated at birth. Kaworu also realizing he likes Shinji a lot and the more time they spend together Shinji also reciprocates.

In this AU Kaworu wants to be a music producer lol tho he still likes environmental engineering; Rei wants to save earth so she’s a environment science or a human resource/social services major cause she likes kids and people, Asuka is an civil engineer/or computer science i guess and that’s how she meets Kensuke🤷🏻‍♀️. Toji is premed/prenursing/pre-PA he’s unsure and Shinji is a math major though considering engineering just like his father. However he still wants to be a home room teacher. Mari I think I’d put her in chemical engineering 😴 cause ig she’s the “Mary sue” of the series.

[fantasy-dating-sim-trash]

Omg look at these BOYS! AHHHHHHHHHH

Okay now I'm gonna finally do the part 2 for the charts

So if you're interested strap on in and let's GOOOOOO

JUST A HEADS UP THIS PART IS VERY MATH HEAVY!

U hath been warned

So we have a part one which I'll link right here for the other chart explanations since they show up on this one too. Since I'm fucking lazy, for convenience, and don't wanna explain it again 😂. Plus the fact I couldn't fit all the photos here again. 😂

So I'm just gonna get straight (even tho I'm anything but STRAIGHT) to the point, so this chart is a for new events that are released.

*slaps new chart down*

As u can see there is only really one chart added here

Which would be this one!

*slaps down chart*

I do apologize for my cursor being in the pic. I'm lazy and I didnt wanna take a new photo.

SUE ME

Anyways as u can see there's grayed out areas and stuff.

For the following categories

Ad battles (I normally don't do these in LD & I just assumed nobody else did so oh well)

One of the most important ones THE CHEAT card BOOST. I'll explain it in just a few.

Now the Cheat card one will vary person to person. This time my boost is stupidly high (I REALLY WANTED THE SATAN CARD OKAY!!! HES SO PRETTYY)

If you don't like math I suggest this part u skip. Cuz I enjoy math and I think doing it in this context is enjoyable.

Edit: a lot of my math is pretty accurate for when you have gotten far enough in the game where you just 3 star all the event battles! So plz be warned that the math may not look exactly like this if your just starting out. It may look different for u depending on how many stars u get per battle!

normally the base item at 120 per battle, so depending on if u have any cheat cards & how many you have this might help. So with my boost at 129, I add that to the base total of 120 & I get 249. The math as follows

120+Y= 249

In this case Y is the boost you have

120+129=249

Now I'll explain my formulas here. As u can see I multiplied 249 by 3 (since there's 3 battles per stage) to get 747. Which is the amount of items I get per stage and typically there's 13 stages in a chapter/lesson.

Yx3= X

Where X is the answer to have many items per stage u get:

249x3= 747

And if there's 13 stages in one chapter if there is 2 chapters I count and check. In this case chapter 2 also has 13 stages.

So 13x2= 26 so overall you have 26 stages with 3 battles each.

Now to figure out the items I would be getting in one day if I three stared all the stages I used this formula

(Ax26)+(Bx5)= C

Where A is the Value of the total items u get for one stage (three battles) which in my case it's 747

B is the number of items u get for one battle

& C is the answer

I take the over all number I got from the amount of items I got in one stage and multiple it by 26. But that's not the best part since we get 5+ ads to get 5 extra battles I have to take that into consideration.

So my formula looks a little bit like this

(747x26)+(249x5)= 20,667

Now the only way I can test this math is by doing the actual event and would ya LOOK AT THAT

My numbers match up!!!! :D

Now to calculate how many items for each day

Multiply the total amount from one day by the amount of days you have been doing the event

For simple

AxB = C (no these don't go with the uses from before in this formula)

Which in my case would be

20,667x2= 41,334

And so on and so forth for each day u wanna write down. But what happens if you mess up one or more of the dance BATTLES? u may ask?

Well HEHEHE HAVE I GOT U! CUZ I DID THAT EXACT THING!

*Slaps photo down*

In which I wrote out all the math here in this photo above! To make it easier on myself! Plus that way my formulas were properly adjusted in the case I messed up. So there was evidence and proof of all the numbers & formulas changing. Making it much easier to follow along and adjust as needed.

But NOW U may be asking what about the events WITH THE KEYS?!?

To which I respond with I have accounted for that! SO with all of this into consideration the keys and two paths THE MATH WILL CHANGE slightly for that!

I got y'all! Don't worry!

*slaps down more NOTES & MY CHART*

So the math correlates and changes here as u can see! With the examples I have provided!

And the math changed for about 4 days in total for me

So I had to adjust the amount of battles happening and how many keys I got and which stages I unlocked to change the math as u can see. And for each day I would calculate the number of items and then add the previous total to the following day.

For example:

Day one(from the I KID u not event as that's the only one I have data on with keys) went as follows

With the math from earlier with the cheat cards in play:

With a boost of 7 I add that to 120 mean for one battle I'd get 127 items. Then multiple that number by 3 of one stage of battle equaling 381.

So the math looking like this

Ex:

120+7=127

&

127x3 = 381

Which makes this part the same as the others but since its a keyed event that means specific stages at blocked off until u get the appropriate amount of keys to unlock more stages and story. until all of it is eventually unlocked.

Which means the number of battles in stage 2 changes with each passing day.

So to figure that out I wrote down what stages I unlocked for each day and which ones I could get keys from. Which means I had to slightly modify my math for a few days. Which means I don't have 26 stages in total to get battles from.

And I'll add a photo instead of u scrolling back up through my math to understand this

So on day one I only had 21 stages (instead of the normal 26) plus the 5 extra ad battles to get keys from (and when its a a key event I almost always use the ads to snag extra keys in hopes of unlocking more stages to get keys from.)

Now for the examples to showcase my work and explain it as best as I can going forward from here:

Big example here

So instead of my formula looking like in the photo it changes to this instead on Day 1.

Ex:

(381x21)+(127x5) = 8,636

For a total of 8,636 items on Day 1.

But here's where it can get a bit confusing is Day 2.

Since u still can't multiple everything to get a solid answer.

But I came up with an easy solution for that. As stated in my notes on Day 2 I unlocked two more stages to get keys from. Meaning that the total battles changes to 23 instead of 21. So I now change the math from this:

Ex:

(381x21)+(127x5) = 8,636

to this:

Ex:

(381x23)+(127x5) = 9,398

But how do we account for the previous days items?

EASY PEASY! We just add the previous days items to the equation like so

Ex:

((381x23)+(127x5))+ 8,636 = 18,034

For ur new daily total! And for each day I counted how many stages i unlock and then added the previous days items into the equation

So for my day 3 (not including the new summons i did) it would be as follows:

Ex:

((381x24)+(127x5))+ 18,034= 27,813

And lastly my Day 4 in which I finally unlocked all the stages making the math finally look like this,

Ex:

((381x26)+(127x5))+ 27,813= 38,354

And you keep adding the total so on and so forth until the event ends to keep getting ur new total!

So u skipped all the math u COWARDS (JK JK ILY)

To sum up BIG MATH BRAIN FIGURES OUT HOW MANY ITEMS U GET FOR UR OVER TOTAL. and how many times days it takes for u to unlock specific stages with keys.

It doesn't change by much but hopefully this is HELPFUL! If y'all have any questions feel free to ask me in my DMS!

I hope this MAKES EVERYTHING EASIER TO UNDERSTAND!

Also of u read this far I really appreciate u 🥺🥺🥺. Thanks for dealing & listening to my nerdy ass taking about my spread sheets. I worked really hard on them and to make them super efficient.

And if anyone wants I'm willing to make a blank template for ur own personal use.

AND I hope and wish u all HAPPY EVENT FARMING/card upgrading

[mudhornchronicles]

dreamboat | greaser!frankie | part four

pairing: frankie morales x reader; greaser!frankie x reader

warning: cursing, talking down, and feels

a/n: listen… I know the song mentioned in this part was released before their time and I’ve tried my hardest to stay within this timeline but it just went so well. sue me. also... do ya’ll like the moodboard i did? c:

part one | part two | part three | part four

masterlist

No matter what you were doing, homework or chores, your mind is always drifting off to Frankie. 

and so did Frankie’s.

The urge to talk to him became stronger every time you saw him in class because you truly enjoyed his company. You liked him because he never tried to be someone he was not - he was true to himself.

You were enamored by the way he spoke so passionately about his mother and his favorite pastimes. You felt a ripple of joy when you had seen his eyes light up when you complimented his father’s car. You also caught yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at the sight of his cheeks reddening at your comment about his “cute dimple.” 

You may have not known Frankie for long, but from the time you’ve spent with him, the more at ease you felt. 

Frankie didn’t miss the quick glances you shot his way, but he also knew you didn’t miss the way he paid more attention to the way you adjusted your pencil when you tried to understand the day’s lesson than to the lesson itself. 

Frankie took a mental note at the fact that you took great pride with your hair. Even though there were endless ways of styling your hair, Frankie’s favorite was your go to up-do with a ribbon that always matched your skirt. It was simple, yet so elegant at the same time. 

You packed your grey spiral notebook and #2 pencils in your school bag and settled the leather strap on your right shoulder. Your class let out early, which you were thankful for. You were tired from running to your first period after missing the bus and having to catch a ride with Max - making him late in the process. You walk into the hallway, ready to take the stairs for your math class when you hear a throat clear behind you. You assumed it wasn’t for you and as you placed a hand on the handrail, you hear Frankie speak your name.

You look back and flash him a tired smile. “Good morning, Francisco.” You check the giant black and white clock and cough up a chuckle. “Actually, good afternoon.”

Frankie looks around to see students’ eyes widen when they hear you call him Francisco. Shit, Frankie thinks. 

“C’mon baby.” Frankie silently chastises himself. “Don’t be runnin’ that pretty little mouth with my government name ‘round here.”

You stood dumbfounded. “Excuse me?” 

Frankie leans back on the cement wall and chuckles. “Y’heard me… Listen sweetheart. I-” He abruptly stops and glares at the gawking students. Freshman, he thinks.

“Was I talkin’ to you? Get the fuck outta here before I give ya a reason to stare.” and with that they scram. You frown and scoff.

“Goodbye, Frankie.”

“No.” He gently grabs your arm and turns you back to him. “Can we please talk? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”

“Frankie let go of me.” You tug on your arm, trying to set it free from is grasp. “I’ll be late for math class.”

Frankie lets out a laugh, the laugh you liked hearing. “It’s a short day,” he says. “School’s out for the day.”

“Is today Wednesday?” you question.

Frankie nods and smiles, revealing his perfect dimple. “You got a ride home? Lorenzano told me you got him detention.”

Your mouth drops. “He got detention? Oh no! That was not my intention at all! I was let off easy.” You shake your head in disbelief. “If he’s in there I should be too. Excuse me, Frankie.”

Frankie throws his head back in laughter and holds you in place. “I’m kiddin’, doll. I just saw ‘em leave with Goldilocks.”

“Goldilocks?”

“Michael, sweetheart. I gotta teach ya these names. He was your ride, wasnt he? How ‘bout I take ya home?”

You rub the back of your neck and shake your head slowly. “That won’t be the best idea, Frankie.”

“‘Cause of ya folks?” You nod and decide your shoes are much more interesting to look at than the brown swirls of chocolate that rest in his eyes.

“What do they say ‘bout me?” You look back up and your eyes shift to a doe-like look.

“C’mon dolly. Just tell me.”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other as you bite your lip, trying to find the words to say. “They said you aren’t what I need to be seen with. That your only goal in life is to ruin what they worked so hard to have. My mother said you were only going to use me for the opportunities I earn and use them for yourself and that I should just forget you.” You let out a deep sigh and look into his eyes.

You see his jaw shift side to side and take in a deep breath. He looks at you and says, “and do you believe them?”

“No. Not one bit.”

Frankie takes one of your hands into his and smiles. “Good. I won’t make you any more late to the bus than I already have.” Frankie gestures to the hallway that stretches down and meets the entrance of the building. 

“But I do have a question for you.” You nod, motioning for him to continue. “You wanna go on a ride with me?

“I thought you hid your car?”

“I never said anything about my car. How ‘bout it, dolly? Let me take you on a joy ride.”

You hesitate and Frankie notices this. “Do you trust me?”

He continues to play with your fingers and you give his hand a small squeeze.

“I do.” you smile. “Pick me up at the same spot as the last time, okay?”

———

You can’t help but feel worried, yet excited all at the same time. When you heard the roar of Frankie’s motorcycle, a smirk crept up and planted itself at your lips. You turned and saw Frankie ride up and park right next to you, kicking the stand and stabilizing the bike before walking over to you.

“So this is what you meant by a ride, huh?” Frankie smiled proudly and nodded. “Yep. This here is Delta. Finally finished her a couple months back. Whatd’ya think? Ain’t she a beaut?”

You walked around the bike, analyzing it and committing her details to memory. “She’s a Harley FL? She looks like a ‘41 or ‘42.”

Frankie looks back at you with an amused look. “You know bikes?”

You smiled and nodded. “My uncle owns a shop upstate.” You comment. “His prized possession is a 1935 Vincent Comet. He’s very proud of it. It doesn’t move, but it looks nice.” You joke. 

“I think I just fell in love with you, doll. You can’t just whip this on me so suddenly.” You laugh with him and smile to yourself.

I think I just fell in love with you, doll. 

“Before we go, I need you to wear this.” He says handing you a silver and red helmet. You frown and pat the crown of your head. “But it’ll frizz and flatten my hair”

He pulls a white bandana from the inside of the helmet and hands it to you. “It won’t, trust me. My mom wears this all the time and her hair is still higher than the empire state.”

“I do trust you, Frankie.” You chuckle. You bring his hands, bandana in between, and motion for him to tie it for you. This brings him close. His face is close to yours - his lips closer than ever. 

He ties it in place and cups your cheek. Your eyes are glued on each other and that feeling of being content flows back into your system. He clears his throat and hands you the helmet, unbuckling it before you take it into your hands.

He helps you onto the back of the bike and before he can get on, you spot his school bag tied to the side of the bike. “What’s with the bag?”

“It has something for us. Don’t worry, doll. You’ll see soon.”

———

Who knew this place had such a view. Frankie drove up through windy roads, the elevation making your ears pop, but the result was breathtaking. He pulled up to a flat section of the mountain, nearly at the top, and you could see the navy image of the mountain range serving as the background of the miniscule outline of the town.

Frankie helps you off the bike, placing a helmet on each of the handles. He unties his bag for the bike, grabbing your hand and leading you towards a grassy area. He opens his bag revealing a squared white tablecloth, snapping it and placing it on the ground. He helps you onto the fabric and allows you to get settled before he sits and re-opens his bag. He snaps his bag shut and looks at you. He calls your name, and you give him your full attention, which he has had from the beginning.

“Would you like to have a picnic with me?” he shyly says. Your cheeks burn at the sight of his timidity. “I would love to, Frankie.”

From his bag, he pulls two glass soda pop bottles nestled in paper napkins, two wrapped sandwiches, candy bars, and a bag of potato chips. He sets your share of the foods in front of you and sets the candy choices in front of both of you.

“I didn’t know what candy your favorite was, or if you even eat candy, but I brought us some options.” He proudly says. In front of you were a plethora of candy: snickers, gummi bears, kit-kats, m&ms, junior mints, and tootsie pops. You grabbed your favorite and thanked him.

You weren’t used to be treated with the amount of kindness as Frankie was giving you. You had been courted before, but they all believed that gifts were the way to your heart, but, you just wanted a good conversation.

“Frankie, can I ask you a question?”

“You can ask me anything you want, doll.”

“Why are you so set on being around me?”

Frankie shrugs, opening his sandwich. “You’re a cool chick.”

You nod in agreement and giggle. “Alright… You’re a cool cat too Frankie… well when you’re not getting arrested.”

Frankie playfully rolls his eyes and lets out a loud groan. “That was one time.”

You give him a nudge and when you are certain he’s looking; you start to mock him.

“Please Mr. Jailer…. Won't you let my man go free…”

Frankie lets out a hearty laugh. “That’s unfair!”

“Please Mr. Jailer,” you continue. “Won't you let my man go free.” You both cackle and howl until you’re out of breath.

“C’mon! How ‘bout ya give my criminal record a break and eat your sandwich!”

You looked at the plastic wrapped sandwich and grinned. “Did you make these yourself?” He nods with a mouthful of food and hums uh huh. You enthusiastically unwrap the sandwich and take a big bite. You let out a moan in delight as the flavor of seasonings attack your tastebuds. It’s not too spicy, but it’s also not bland – making it one of the best sandwiches you’ve ever had.

“This is amazing. What’s in it?”

“Um.. swiss cheese, a mayo and chipotle sauce thing my mom put together, crushed chips, and seasoned chicken. My mom wanted to be different and used chicken instead of ham, I guess.”

“Well tell your mom that she’s a genius. This is incredible.”

Frankie sniggered. “I’ll pass it along. She’s an excellent cook. You’ll have to try it sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

You both sat and ate quietly. No words were spoken – simply taking in the scenic view. You look over to Frankie, only to see him in a daze. There was a question that lingered in your mind and although you didn’t want to ruin the moment, you knew you had to ask. You whisper his name, hoping he would hear it, and he did. He slowly turned over to you and uttered a low yes.

“Why do you act differently when we’re together in public than in private?” You vocalized the confusion that lingered in your mind from the moment he flipped a switch at school. “You’re sweet, smart, and caring while we’re here doing this, but all you do at school is curse, skip class with the boys, and disrespect anyone that looks at you a little too long.”

Frankie knew this conversation would come. He didn’t think you would notice his attitude changes, yet here you were. He lets a sigh be exhaled through his nose as he shakes his head. “You just wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t. That’s why I’m asking.”

“I act the way I do because that’s what people expect. They expect someone like me to fail and…You have no idea what this town… what these people… can do to you.”

“Frankie… I may not know what you’ve gone through in life, but what I do know is that you have my shoulder to lean on and my ears to listen when you need it the most. I like seeing this Frankie.” You sit up, resting your weight on your legs, and reach for his hand. “The Frankie that gets good grades and has a great sense of respect and responsibility – not the Frankie I saw at school today.”

He looks down at your interlocked hands and lets out a content breath. Frankie gives your hand a squeeze and gazes at you – not at your eyes… this look goes much deeper than that.

“Does your mother really believe I’d use you and toss aside the one person that decided to get to know me before they wanted nothing to do with me?”

You shrug, knitting your eyebrows. “She can think what she wants to think – just know that’s not the way I do.”

A cool breeze picks up as you continuously play with each other’s hands and sit comfortably in close proximity. Frankie reluctantly lets go of your hand and shimmies out of his leather jacket. He wraps it around your shoulders, making sure your exposed arms are somewhat covered. You take a lapel in each hand, pulling on them to wrap yourself with the jacket. Frankie’s heart skips a beat as he takes a mental picture of the way you looked wearing his jacket.

Frankie sits back down, but you nudge your way closer and closer to him. You feel like melting as you smell his cologne, from the jacket and himself.

“What are you going to do about Michael?”

Frankie looks taken aback from the sudden question. “Don’t worry that pretty little head about him. The boys and I will handle the trust fund baby. I’ll figure it out.”

“Are you going to get hurt?”

Frankie stretches his arm out, a quiet plea for you to come closer. You oblige and he immediately wraps his arm around you, placing a chaste kiss atop you head. “I don’t know.”

You put your head on his shoulder and hug him, both arms around him. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No one will get hurt if Mikey boy plays his cards right.” You look up and see his softened face, but stern eyes. The thought of Michael alone burns a flame in Frankie, a reaction he had no actual reasoning behind.

You stay like this for a few minutes, but you decide to lighten the mood.

“Psst…” you say. Frankie looks down at you with kind eyes.

“I know that no other… One will ever do… And I know that the answer's…All up to you.” you sing.

Frankie sniggers and rolls his eyes, but nevertheless joins you.

“Please Mr. Jailer… Won't you let my man go free.”

———

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[mallowstep]

nursery things

when do queens move into the nursery?

also it is very important to me that kits call their parents by their names

this lost all formatting when i pasted it but i need to sleep in literally three mintues enjoy

gestation

cats have a gestation period of about 2 months. for the sake of cat ease, we'll say they think of it as a full season, but obviously they don't know if they're pregnant until as little as a moon before they give birth. this is not factually what is occuring, it's what they think, because that means kits become apprentices at nine moons, a holy number.

anyway, cats will show at three weeks to an experienced eye. at four weeks, they'll have a bit of morning sickness. by five weeks, they'll be able to feel the kits development. so that's uh, about 5 weeks before they give birth?

i'm really bad at math i'm sorry.

after that, they're going to grow rapidly and become unfit for patrols fairly quickly. i'm trying to construct a timeline for the fourth apprentice and the poppyfrost drama, but if berrynose knew poppyfrost's kits were coming, he probably had a point.

i mean, she didn't have to move into the nursery, that was overzealous, and she had some time before she couldn't serve as a warrior, but pregnant queens are not exactly mobile.

like mate. she's not going anywhere.

queen madness

i've talked about this a lot and i'm kind of rushing to get this out bc i have a midterm tomorrow so i'm going to bed in 15 minutes regardless of whether or not i post/queue something but i don't want to cheat by uploading allegiances for something i wasn't planning on writing allegiances for (plus those always take me forever) and fuck i'm getting to the point

look. i've talked a lot about this and i don't have anything new to say.

queens. they get overprotective.

frankly, squilf refusing to take young kits back to camp and them hiding under her tail is a fucking trope in my fic.

i don't even know how that's possible, and yet.

fading

so there's this cat equivalent of sids (sudden infant death syndrome) where young (feral) kits just kind of...don't live.

it's also pretty similar to what's called "failure to thrive"

anyway all of these things are interesting go look them up (sad tho be forewarned, also re. failure to thrive lots of very unethical decisions.)

but anyway, i've introduced this concept as fading for several reasons.

one, it explains the vanishing kits problem.

two, it explains why so many kits die despite having socialized medicine with around 95-99% cure rates.

three, it's a good folklore thing. like, queens are scared of this. they're anxious about it. especially in leaf-bare. it adds a good bit of filler drama and all that.

four, more cat biology accuracy.

anyway, this is marked by a kit failing to grow properly. there's nothing wrong with them, they just...never "get on board."

i'm not digging it out now but i have a quote somewhere that's basically "well, she's quiet and calm, but she's growing, so i don't think she's going to die in her sleep."

anyway, this is basically my merciful catchall for kit death. sue me, that's one of my lines.

(but wait, i hear you say, didn't you literally write a fic involving neonaticide and neonaticannabalism? i made that word up i can't spell for shit tho. well, yes, however, those are not character kits, they are plot devices, and you know it. so it doesn't cross the line. i didn't give them personalities for a reason.)

so yeah. okay 10 minutes left and two more sections i can do this.

birthdays (birth days)

heh no one fucking cares.

about, like, the human concept of a birth day.

no, so queens will know they're going to kit soon up to a week beforehand. hazy sources, i'm sorry, provide on request.

again i'm rushin.

right anyway so queens are pretty Aware as you will, and so there's plenty of time to prep the nursery. or other location. that's fairly common in green-leaf, but the clan works real hard to avoid it in the other seasons because it's significantly riskier.

but anyway, a separate kitting nest is provided, and because these are near human levels of intelligence, the cats don't have problems figuring shit out. the other kits are cleared out to the elders den for as many as three nights (kitting can take up to 40 hours), and it's usually the queen's wish to spend a night w her mate. (a) because parents and (b) because safety instincts.

(also as an only vaguely unrelated side, i've recommended "the minor fall, the major life" before and i can't say too much now because i don't have 15 minutes to reread the whole thing i read 1k words a minute and type 100 words a minute how do you think i publish so much but there's some funny? i think it's funny stuff where redtail is all "you know it's kind of concerning how willowpelt keeps having children with no clear father")

and uh, yeah. queens usually track their kits birth to the nearest whole or half moon depending on the clan. there's usually a transitional day ceremony and a mid season ceremony, kits are done when the queens decide they're mature, usually erring over six moons, but on occasion, erring under.

as far as i'm concerned, cinder/bracken/thorn/bright situations never happen. i never remember the four of them are littermates because of that.

moving on i have like 1 minute fuck i forgot i need to brush my teeth

kinship terms

i've already started work on a separate piece for this but.

kits call everyone by their name. they might stumble over it, and those become nicknames, the way young kids do, but please remove every instance of a kit calling "mama" and replace it with either a generic meow or their mother's name.

this is important to me. it just doesn't make sense for the clan to do this, imo, because we see no other terms to refer to people, not even a father term. kits canonically call their fathers by their name (skyclan and the stranger.) anyway i'll talk more about this later i'm out of time.

conclusion

love u bye <3

[booksalwaysandforever]

Holding on to the Memories Chapter 4- Finale

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3

Summary:  Lauren’s life was a perfect dream, until one day it wasn’t. Cutting can distract you from life, but it can also take life away. Can Lauren get back home, or has it all been taken away from her?

Tag list: @kai-unknown​ 

Warnings: Mentions of blood, cutting, medical stuff, ???

Length: 1,600 words

Thank you to everyone who has waited forever for this chapter. I suck at getting posts out and I am so so so sorry. This is the finale, I hope you like it. I will hopefully be adding another Twilight story soon, and some stories from my next obsession, Hamilton. As always, I am open to requests, and if you would like to be tagged in anything, let me know! Enjoy!

“Lauren, you’re awake!”

“You’re here!

“Brown bear, you’re okay!”

“Princess, you came home.”

“It’ll all be okay.”

“You’re okay and that’s all that matters.”

Looking around the room, everyone was overjoyed that I was awake, but ten voices were all talking at once, making it very hard to concentrate. I wished everyone would shut up. My head hurt and the room was currently spinning.

“Guys, be quiet,” Edward said sharply, cutting everyone off. “Lauren’s having a hard time concentrating with us all talking at once. Let’s calm down and give her a chance to breathe.”

A chorus of soft sorry’s floated around the room. Slowly, the headache dulled and the room stopped spinning. I was having a difficult time breathing as well, but there was a mask on my face helping me get oxygen into my lungs.

Once I was able to collect myself, I looked around the room to my family. Everyone looked so happy to see me awake, but also looked anxious. Almost like they expected me to stop breathing all of the sudden and die. I heard Edward snickering by the foot of my bed and looked to him just in time to see Bella smack his arm. I looked over to the left of my bed, in between Jasper and Alice, and Edward and Bella, is Esme and Carlisle.

“Mom, Dad,” I whimpered.

“Oh, Lauren!” Esme sobbed. “It’ll all be okay. I promise. Everything will be fine.”

“Lauren, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to talk,” Carlisle said. “I know it’s hard to talk with a breathing mask on. Let me explain what happened to you.” I shook my head slowly, so as not to give myself another headache. “You lost a lot of blood, and your body went into Hypovolemic shock. That’s why you are having such a hard time breathing and why you’re nauseous and have a headache. Although, the concussion you got from hitting your head on the side of the bathtub when you lost consciousness isn’t helping matters either. You have some stitches in your legs along the worse cuts as well.”

Memories of everything that had happened, the texts, the razor, the darkness, my parents, the memories, all of it came flooding back. I looked over to Jasper, and tried to squeeze his hand, but I could barely move my fingers. Luckily, he felt that little bit of motion and gave my hand a small squeeze in return.

“You saved me.” I whispered.

“What do you mean, Lauren?” Edward, can you explain? I thought. I was too tired to try and explain what had happened.

“Oh, sure Lauren. Jasper, you’re the reason Lauren woke up. When you kissed her, it gave her the strength to wake up. Without you, she wouldn’t be conscious right now.”

“Oh.” Jasper was at a loss for words. This was a first.

“Also,” Edward spoke, reading my thoughts and voicing them for me. “Lauren said that she knew her gift could make you cry.”

Jasper chuckled softly at that. “Yeah, you always know how to mess with my emotions.”

I gave him a small smile and closed my eyes. I was tired. Even though I had just woken up, a nap sounded amazing. But then again…..

“How....how long…” I croaked out.

“How long have you been out?” Edward said aloud for me. “You’ve been out for a week, but that’s not entirely your fault. You had an emergency surgery when you got here to repair your cut vein, and they’ve kept you in a medically induced coma until about 2 days ago, because you didn’t have enough blood in your body.”

A week? I’ve been out a week? What day was it?

“It’s April 29, Lauren,” Edward said in answer to my unsaid question. The 29th? That meant it was….

“Happy birthday,” Everyone said softly.

“It’s a birthday miracle,” Alice said. I wanted to talk myself and get Edward out of my head, so I began to take off my air mask.

“Lauren, please leave it on,” Carlisle said, stepping forward to keep me from taking the mask off. “You need all the help you can get.”

“I want to talk,” I groaned through the mask. “If I…” I took a slow, deep breath in. “If I can’t breathe, I’ll put it back on.” Carlisle reluctantly pulled his hand away and let me remove the mask.

“I’m really sorry,” I said in a small voice. Most people wouldn’t have been able to hear me, but luckily, my family was made of a bunch of vampires, a werewolf, and a hybrid vampire, who all had super hearing. I spoke slowly, trying to keep enough air in my body so that I wouldn’t pass out again. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just….I can’t deal with Maggie anymore. Ever since you all graduated, she’s gotten worse. Even with Renesmee there.” I started to cry. I knew it would only make my headache and dehydration worse, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been dealing with Maggie for a year without anyone’s help. Even with my vampire siblings and werewolf friends, I managed to hide it for the most part. Even if they knew, they still let me keep my privacy. 

“Oh Lauren,” Rosalie said. “You don’t have to be sorry. We should’ve been there to help. We’ve known about Maggie the whole time, but we figured that if it was truly bothering you, you would’ve come to us to help you.”

“I just wanted to show that I could do something myself. That I didn’t need my siblings to come and save me. To prove that I wasn’t weak,” I sighed. As the little Cullen, my siblings would always be there, no matter what. Throughout my life, I was constantly teased about always having my siblings come to save the day. I had hoped that getting Maggie off of my back, I would be able to prove that I wouldn’t always need my siblings to fix everything, but I guess I was wrong.

“Lauren, don’t think like that. You have done a billion things without us. Mom and Dad have been worried that you don’t need them anymore for the past two years. You’ve taught yourself how to do almost everything you do. The junior math class you’re taking, you did that all on your own. You’re just that smart, and we only help you when you ask for it. You taught yourself how to dance. Even Jasper can’t dance like that and he’s the best.”

“Edward’s right.” Jasper said. I giggled lightly, but quickly stopped since it made my head hurt.

“I guess you’re right,” I admitted. 

“I am right,” Edward said. “Ever since you were two, you refused help. I swear, you potty trained yourself. And as for cleaning up messes, if anything, you clean up our messes. You can easily lie and keep our secret from everyone else. You can see from the eyes of every other kid, and when we do something suspicious, you tell us how to make it look normal. You clean up our messes, not the other way around.”I gave my siblings a big grin. 

“You do mess up a lot.” Everyone laughed at that. It was getting hard to breathe again, so I put the mask back on my face. Can I take a nap? I thought to Edward. 

“Yes Lauren, you can take a nap.”

“I’ll go tell the nurses that you woke up and see if I can get you a nose cannula instead of the one you have,” Carlisle said before he walked out of the room. Not a second after he was gone, I fell fast asleep, a wave of calm hitting me like a brick. Thanks Jasper.

One week later, I was out of there. I could walk by myself, although it was rather slowly, I had my stitches out, I could go to the bathroom by myself, and I could keep my food down, for the most part. I had probably been in the hospital longer than I needed to be, but my father was my doctor, and a very overprotective one at that. The moment I was discharged, Emmett scooped me up and carried me out to the car. 

“You know I can walk, right?”

“Yes, but you move slower than a turtle. If you were walking, it would take us years to get out of there.” Using my arm that was wrapped around his shoulders, I smacked him in the back of the head, rolling my eyes and grinning at him. 

“Hey, that hurt,” he whined. 

“Good”

Emmett set me in the back seat, letting me stretch out, while he climbed into the driver's seat and Rosalie sat in the passenger's seat. Everyone else seemed to have already left. 

“Where’s mom and dad? And everyone else?” I asked. 

“They’re at home already,” Rosalie said, almost as if she was hiding something. 

“Why?”

“It’s a surprise,” Emmett said, grinning at me through the rear view mirror. 

The whole way home I tried to convince them to tell me what the supprime was, but they wouldn’t budge. Eventually, I just gave up and spent the rest of the trip in silence. 

As we pulled into the driveway, I saw that there were strands of lights on all the trees lining the way to the house. Standing on the porch, with two huge “Welcome Home” and “Happy Birthday” signs, was my family. Emmett parked the car and came to help me out. 

As I got out, I realized that it wasn’t just my siblings, but everyone. Tanya, Kate, Garrett, Eleazer, Camren, Benjamin, Tia, Zafrina, Senna, Sue, Charlie, Billy, the entire pack, my siblings, my parents, everyone. They were all here, not only to celebrate my birthday, but to show just how much they cared for me. And I knew, from that day on, I would always be there for them, no matter what came my way. I would always hold onto the memories, the memories of love.

[angelhummel]

More random general thoughts on episodes I’ve watched in the last few days, just for me

Glease - Yeah idk I really like this one. All the numbers are fun and good. There’s some good angst. The Marley bulimia thing is absolutely bonkers but uh. Idk man. I enjoy the ep for the most part

Thanksgiving - Yeah I really like this one too. I love all the music tbh. I don’t even have that big a problem with Gangnam Style, so sue me. Quinn and Santana both trying to look out for Marley was good until it turned into rehashed irrelevant high school drama between them. And I like how they did the scene with Marley passing out, that was neat

Swan Song - This episode is maybe a little musty but I don’t hate it. Obviously I love Kurt’s song. And tho I’ll admit I think he’s a bit ooc at times, at least it means Rachel can step in and be a good friend? That’s rare so I’ll take what I can get. Honestly I wish ND had lost and that was that. Found something new to do. The next two competitions were boring and I’d be fine if we didn’t have them at all tbh

Naked - All its glaring faults aside this one is pretty entertaining. The calendar stuff is funny, it’s a really good episode for Sam, the Jarley stuff is cute. Also most of the music is pretty great, so I like this episode over all

Guilty Pleasures - Great music, fun for the whole family. Sam and Blaine should’ve just taken over glee club ages ago. Lock the doors when Mr. Schuester tries to come back. This one is just a great fun time and all the music is perfect so I love it

Previously Unaired Christmas - Not that I live for controversy but I kind of like this ep don’t kill me lol. Yes it’s insane and pointless and there’s plenty of questionable moments but who cares. I love all the Kitty stuff, Love Child was hilarious, this ep also has Tina in a leotard so... On the NY side there’s tons of juicy Pezberry, Kurtana, and Kurtcheltana and I gobble that shit up. And yes the Chipmunk Song was insane but it was funny and cute, idc

Frenemies - It was better than I had in my head, but not by much lmao. The Pezberry feud is ridiculous and I wasn’t a fan of much of the Artina fighting either. The Kelliott stuff was cute, I liked most of the music, it had some funny moments. Oh also I just hate Sue in these eps cause even Jane sounds tired and she’s literally just like “everyone is stupid” in the most bored voice like this isn’t funny lol

Trio - Still don’t like the Pezberry fighting but this episode is pretty cute and funny. Good music, love the Blamtina lock in and all their cute moments. Also Kurt and his band performing, yay! The Happening is honest to god one of my fave numbers in the whole show, I adore it. Love Demi and Adam, can’t get enough of them so I’ll take what I’m given

City Of Angels - Not a fan. Like yes the Finn tribute is sweet but all the blind Finn worship is just overkill. Finn didn’t pick Sam out to join the club bc he wanted someone to follow his footsteps ?? he wasn’t the uniter of cliques, he was blackmailed into joining the club, and he was one of many kids to be in the glee club and also be a “popular kid”. Also he couldn’t actually pick glee over football/his reputation until like half way thru s2. Please chill. Also I’m not crazy about the songs or just competition eps in general for the most part. There were some good moments but meh

100 - Sorry not sorry, not a fan. Too much Brittana, too much Quinn. The Unholy Trinity number was hot but that’s it. Most of these songs were terrible compared to the original cover so why bother doing them again but worse (except Defying Gravity, that was great). All the dumb shit with Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana especially. Like stop being stupid little high school babies, we’ve all moved on. It’s just annoying

New Directions - Same as above. But this time with new songs that are also bad. Don’t care about Quinn and Puck getting back together. Hate Santana fucking off from NY to disappear with Brittany. Who is also a math genius now, thanks for that. Also the video they made for Will. You honestly expect me to believe that Kurt, Santana, Blaine, Mercedes, Quinn, Tina, ANYONE except Rachel had a genuinely kind word to say about him? Don’t make me laugh. Anyway I like this one more than 100 bc idk it’s one more closer to New New York and that’s what I’m really here for

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 2)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 3284

Warnings: Language,

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

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Once you dropped the man known a Thor off at the hospital, you all returned to your research trying to figure out just what the hell that was last night. What was the light? What was that funnel? What kind of tornado appears like that out of nowhere? 

“Jane,” you said, looking at the pictures, “does something seem off to you here?” you asked, holding a photo up. 

“Yeah… Where’s Ursa Minor?” she asked.

“My thoughts exactly. We better show Selvig.”

And so you did. You showed him all the oddities from last night, when Darcy noticed that Thor was actually inside the weird event. A few photos were taken and a silhouette of a man was inside of the cloud, that man had to be Thor, and he would have all the answers you needed. 

The four of you went back to the hospital, only to find that he'd broken out of his restraints. Feeling defeated, you went back to the car, where Jane hit him again with her car. He had come out of nowhere and she backed into him. 

“Jane, are you just determined to kill our only evidence?” you asked in a slightly irritated tone as you got out of the car.

“I’m not doing this on purpose!” she snapped back. 

You knelt beside him and examined him. “Are you okay?” you asked softly. 

He looked up at you and gave a slight frown. “Yes, I’m quite alright.”

“Good,” you kindly said. “Would you mind coming with us? We… want to talk to you,” you said, glancing to Jane who nodded, affirming your request. 

“As you wish.” 

With that, you and Erik helped him up, got him in the camper, and got him back to the lab.

All of you introduced yourselves while Jane got him some clothes he could wear instead of the hospital gown he was in. He went to change and you stared at him, not because he was muscular and attractive. You stared at him because of that familiar feeling you got when you were around him, and for some strange reason, you felt… better when you were near him. You felt energized, stronger, like you could take on the world. 

And although he seemed… not quite right, something was just too coincidental that his name was Thor and he knew of a Bifrost. Unless he was just entirely loony, and decided to take on that persona, he looked the part of Thor, and knew at least a few key things about a world in which it looked like he belonged. 

“This mortal form has grown weak. I need sustenance,” he suddenly said and you jumped up. 

“I could make you some food,” you offered. 

“What? No. He can eat some PopTarts,” Jane countered. “We need you to tell us what happened last night,” she instructed as Thor walked towards the kitchen. 

“Jane, please. Give him a few minutes. You’ve run him over twice and clearly he’s still a little dazed,” you pleaded.

“Fine, but I want answers,” she informed firmly before sitting down with the other two at the breakfast table. 

You walked over to the cabinet and pulled down some pop tarts and handed them to him. “Sorry about her, she can get a little… passionate when it comes to her work,” you said quietly as your eyes drifted to her. 

“What is this?” he asked, taking the box.

“Oh,” you said, laughing. “These are pop tarts. A breakfast food. Do they not have them where you’re from?” you asked, noting his accent. 

“No,” he informed.

“Ah, well all you do is--” you popped open the box, pulled out a silver package, ripped it open, and handed him a piece “--open the box, open the sleeve, and eat.”

He looked at it for a moment before shoving nearly the whole thing in his mouth. “I like this. This is good. More!” With that, he yanked the box from you, making you laugh. 

“Have them all if you want.”

After he downed the entire box, he informed you all he was still hungry so you went to a diner down the street. The entire time you sat there, all you could try and think of was where you’d seen him before, other than in the mythology books -- which, that couldn’t be real. Thor seemed to be intrigued by you too because he seemed to steal a couple of curious glances your way as well. 

As soon as Thor seemed to finally be full, he heard about the “satellite” wreckage that landed fifty miles west of town. Once he heard of it, he seemed hellbent on getting it. 

“It’s not what they say it is,” Thor insisted. 

“Well what is it?” you inquired.

“It’s Mjolnir, and it belongs to me. If you take me there right now, I will tell you all the answers you seek,” he promised and your heart swelled. 

“Jane!” you said, turning to her in joy. “Let’s go!”

“Can I have a word with you two?” Erik requested and you glanced back to Thor before walking a few feet away. “Please don’t do this.”

“Do what? Take him to see some wreckage? He’s promising us answers, Erik,” you stated, pleading. You couldn’t explain it, but Thor seemed sincere and kind, and all you wanted to do was help him. You didn’t get any sort of odd feelings from him.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you hear him? Thor? Bifrost? Mjolnir? It’s all stories, all tales I was told as a child. That’s all they are, are tales. He’s delusional and he’s dangerous.”

“We’re just giving him a lift to a crater site,” you insisted.

“Jane,” Selvig started, turning to her, trying to reason with her. “Please. Don’t. I don’t like the idea of this.”

Jane gave him a torn look before glancing at you with apology in her face. 

“Jane, no...No! Come on!” you pleaded but she just gave you a sympathetic look before telling Thor she couldn’t take him. 

“Then this is where we say goodbye,” he said before bowing, saying goodbye to you all and kissing Jane’s hand. His eyes lingered on you for a moment when he told you goodbye, but then started to walk off, but something about him retreating made you feel… sad, almost... homesick.

Just as you all began walking away, a truck with Jane’s equipment stopped right in front of you all. 

��Uh, Jane--”

“What?! Hey! That’s mine!” she shouted before the two of you took off running towards the lab. “What the hell is going on here?” Jane demanded as you stood beside her.

“Ms. Foster, I’m Agent Coulson, with SHIELD,” a man in a black suit stated and you recognized him. You’d seen him once before… hanging around Stark’s tower. 

“Is that supposed to mean something to me? You can’t do this!” Jane shouted as she tried desperately to grab at the things that were being taken.”

“Jane. Jane. This is a lot more serious than you realize. Let it go,” Selvig advised in a cautious voice, making your eyes scan the man and the other men in suits working diligently to clear all the work from the last several weeks. 

How could they do this? How could some company or government program just waltz into a private scientific lab and seize any data they see fit? Which reminded you… there was a recorder in your pocket from last night, a recorder in which you used all the time to take notes out loud to transcribe later for Jane. You thought better when you spoke. You subtly felt it to make sure it was still there, then rested your hand inside your jeans to keep it secure in your hand. 

“Let it go? Let it go? This is my life!”

“We’re here investigating a security threat. We need to appropriate your records and all your atmospheric data,” Coulson informed.

“By ‘appropriate’ do you mean ‘steal’?” Jane asked as she followed the men to a van where they were loading the last bit of your things. 

“How can you do this?” you asked in an oddly calm voice, sadness tinging every word as you looked at the man in the suit. 

“Here. This should more than compensate you for your trouble,” he tried, handing Jane a check. 

“I can’t just buy replacements at RadioShack! I made most of this equipment myself!”

“Then I’m sure you can do it again.”

“And I’m sure I can sue you for violating my constitutional rights!” Jane yelled. 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Foster, but we’re the good guys.”

“So are we! I’m on the verge of understanding something extraordinary. And everything I know about this phenomenon is either in this lab or in this book and you can’t just take this with--”

At that, another man in a suit grabbed Jane’s prized journal and tossed it in the van and closed the doors.

“Hey!” she said and you held her back. 

“Jane,” you tried. 

“Thank you for your cooperation,” he said before disappearing around the side of the van, making you feel hollow. Weeks of research. Weeks of work. Hours upon hours of math -- gone. How could the world be so cruel? At this point you weren’t sure what to do. The ethical thing would be to stay with Jane and help her rebuild her research, but you needed funding. Maybe some labs back in NYC would have an opening. Maybe Tony would take pity on you and -- 

Your phone began ringing and you stepped away to answer it. 

“Hey, Shannon, could we talk later? I’m kind of in the middle of something…”

“Yeah, so am I,” she said with a knowing tone. “It’s called being in your city, well, town. You can’t call this a city.”

Your eyes lit up and some form of warmth refilled your body. Between saying goodbye to the strange Thor and losing your work, you needed something like this. You looked out of the wide windows of the lab into the streets of the town, expecting to see Shannon just standing there.

“You are? Where?” 

“I’m on my way back into town, actually,” she corrected. “Wanna get some coffee?”

“Of course,” you said. “Meet me at Izzy’s Diner.”

You grabbed your purse and told the three researchers you’d be back. You left the lab like your heels were on fire and skated into the diner. You ordered a coffee and a plate of toast. About ten minutes later, Shannon emerged and a giant grin grew on your face. Within an instant you jumped up and wrapped her in a tight embrace, really needing your best friend. 

“So what the hell are you doing here?’ you asked quickly, and excitedly, with a dash of strong curiosity. 

“Did you hear about that satellite crash? About fifty miles west?” she asked, leaning forward on her arms.

“Yeah, kinda,” you said. 

“It’s not a satellite. But anyway, Tony wanted me to investigate. Grab some readings off of it, so we can study it. I got there early this morning got my data, and then the SHIELD goons showed up, so I hightailed it. I pretended I was a tourist. Tony gave me this nifty watch that lets you read from a distance of 100 feet." She went to show you the tool but you shook your head and lowered her hand.

"That's great, but...SHIELD showed up and took all of our data."

"All of it?" she asked, shocked.

"Every bit. Just now. We saw them load it and haul it away," you noted, the sorrow in your voice not hidden as your eyes dropped to your plate.

Shannon sank back in her chair. "That's a bummer. I was going to ask you if you had anything I could bring Tony. I knew you were working in that area. I was hoping you had swiped some info."

"I've got something small but... not here," you said, glancing around.

"Right." She nodded.

"So how is Tony?" you wondered, wanting to get your mind off the bad events.

"He's... you know... Tony," she said with a laugh, that made you want to return the laugh.

"So he's still a stubborn, egotistical, asshole, genius?" you inquired.

"Bingo."

"And has that asshole-genius asked you out yet?" you asked with a quirk of your eyebrow.

"What? No," she responded, blushing, covering part of her face with her hand as if Tony were in the room now and could hear. "We aren't like that, okay? He doesn't like me like that."

You let out a loud, short laugh. "Oh my god, Shannon. You can bullshit Stark all you want, but me? No. You know damned well that I know how you feel about him."

"Yeah, well that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like me," she quipped in a whisper.

"It does, because I know he does."

"Oh, and where is your proof?" she asked with a playful mocking face. "Hmm? Please, paint me a picture of how Tony Stark wants to be with his lab assistant."

"The way he looks at you," you said point blank, your tone making it clear it was obvious to everyone. "The fact that he made you lead lab director."

"That's qualifications, Y/N."

"He could've put you on bigger projects. Projects that don't take place inside Stark Tower? Projects that are all over the globe? but what does he do? He sticks you in the same floor, the same main room he works in."

"We are not discussing this," she said firmly, her cheeks getting redder.

"Why not?! He's into you! You should just ask him!"

"I'm not going to ask my boss if he's harboring feelings for me!" she whisper-shouted.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"Well if you won't be reasonable, then maybe you'll listen to something crazy."

You launched into how you met Thor and everything he was saying, and you how believed he was telling the truth.

"Wait, let me get this straight. Jane runs over a guy with the research van, and you think he's some Norse God reborn?"

You shook your head. "No, I think he is the Thor. I think he is very old and very powerful."

"What makes you think that? He probably read the same books you did in college but he took them a little too far," she noted.

"No, I'm telling you, Shannon. He talks about this like it's his home. He talks so comfortably about it as if I were to say 'Hand me your phone' or 'Get in the car.'"

"Okay so he's been crazy a long time. Since when do you defy logic and reason?" she challenged, wondering why you were believing a man who was probably insane.

To be honest, you knew how it sounded. You'd been dwelling on it all day since he said his name was Thor last night. But there were too many coincidences for this not to be something weird.

"Since Newton was called crazy, since Einstein was ridiculed, since Copernicus was railroaded."

Shannon started to roll her eyes but you pressed on.

"Come on, you have to admit, it's pretty weird that the night he shows up in the middle of the desert, some weird 'thing' crashed nearby. You saw it, did it look like a hammer?"

She seemed to stall, which meant you were right.

"Well... yeah, but that doesn't mean--"

"Aha! See? I'm telling you... This is the real deal."

"I think you studied that crap too much that you forgot what's real and not real," she muttered.

"Shannon, science is always telling us to broaden our minds, our thinking, our understanding. We've all agreed that it would be wildly arrogant to assume we're alone in the cosmos, why is this any different?"

“Because it’s insane,” she stressed. “You’re talking about magic and realms and teleportation devices.”

“Yes, but thirty years ago nearly all of Tony's inventions would've been called impossible. And now look where he is! Look where science has brought us.”

“Okay, and what if what you’re saying is true? What are you going to do?” she pressed. “You gonna tell everyone? You gonna ask him to take you back with him?"

A small sparkle twinkled in your eye before Shannon began going, "No. Oh no. I know that look. No! Are you mad?"

"Possibly," you said, tilting your head to the side. "But what do I have to lose? I just lost all of my most recent work, he didn't threaten me. The least I can do is ask!"

"Y/N! Y/N!" she shouted as you got up from the table, throwing some cash down and making your way outside. "This is crazy. You don't even know where to find him!"

"Can't be hard in a population of five," you muttered, looking around for him on the street. "I need a car. Dammit. Give me your car," you instructed. "We'll take him.”

“I’m not so sure I want some homeless crazy dude in my car,” she stated as the two of you walked down mainstreet. 

“Please? We’re just taking him to that hammer. He said earlier he would tell us information. This way we both get what we want. I can see if he’s telling the truth and you get more data for your boy toy.” You flashed a cheeky grin and began walking again.

“He is not my b-- Ugh! Fine. Only because I love you and I want to prove to you that Norse Mythology is just that -- myth. Something made up for children or for primitive beings with primitive gods.”

“I don’t care what your reasons are so long as you take us,” you said with a smile. Just as you said that, you found Thor inside a pet store. It seemed easy to find him, almost like… Almost like he was a beacon to you. Without even seeing him, you were drawn to him. 

You texted Jane and told her where you were going and she said she wanted to take you all, to come along. So, instead of taking the fancy ass car Tony bought Shannon, you took the broken down camper. Jane and Thor sat up front, chatting a bit while you and Shannon caught up some more. You introduced the two of them and set off. 

Eventually, talk turned to Thor and his life. 

“You’re brave to do this, you all are,” he noted.

“I’m just trying to find answers,” you stated honestly. 

“Yes, it seems we all are. But you three maidens seem to be rather clever in this realm. Much like my friends back home,” he said with a fond smile. 

“Maidens? Realm?” Jane asked, her voice saturated with amusement and confusion.

“You think me strange?” 

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good strange or bad strange?”

“I’m not quite sure yet… I’m sorry but, who are you? Really?” Jane pressed. 

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“You promised us answers,” she reminded.

“What you seek, it’s a bridge,” he started. 

“Like an Einstein Rosen bridge?” she asked, excitement in her voice, meanwhile you began to tingle all over. 

“More like a rainbow bridge.”

“A rainbow bridge… like… Like in Asgard?” you questioned.

Thor turned around to try to face you better from his position in the passenger seat. “Yes, exactly. I thought Midgardians didn’t know anything about us.”

“I… I studied your… culture.”

“She means,” Shannon started, “that she studied mythology that happens to sound like where you came from but I’m sure it’s just a coincidence,” she said with a pointed look. 

You gave her a look back, before the four of you settled in for the rest of the drive. 

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⁂ Gold Cup (Jeno Lee)

Genre: Comedy, Fluff, AU, School, Crossover, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,939 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ☁

World: NCT ft. Super Junior, F(x), Nu’est ☁

Author’s Note: I am trash for sports anime and I was so fucking passionate about writing this, I didn’t even want to play WoW, I just wanted to work on this. I should also note that I only know the basics of Football, so if I got something wrong, don’t sue me. Trust me, you won’t get anything but a bunch of grumpy cats. Also, I’ve never even THOUGHT about Jeno before (because damn you Chenle), but writing this made me so happy like you don’t understand and now I kind of like Jeno a bit more??

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You groaned as you got your math test back, receiving yet another bad grade. Academics had never been your strong suit and you honestly had no interest in it, either. Your strong point was Athletics and you were damn good at any sport you happened to be in the mood for. Throughout your school years, you had bounced from sport to sport, thoroughly enjoying each one. You didn’t find your love until you entered high school and joined the American Football team. It was just the kind of rough-and-tough adrenaline rush you craved. In middle school, you skated by on grades that just passed over the required number needed to pass and it didn’t affect your sports, but things were more strict in high school. If you didn’t start getting your grades up, you would be benched and disallowed from playing in any games. The thought made you want to slam your head against your desk.

Jaemin turned in his seat, sporting a frown. “You failed again, didn’t you?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“This isn’t the USA, idiot.” He sighed, plucking the test from your hand. “Coach is gonna be pissed when he sees this.”

“I know~” You threw your head back, staring at the white ceiling above. “What am I gonna do?”

“You could always ask Mark to tutor you.”

“Yeah, right, as if that boy doesn’t have enough to do.” You rolled your eyes. “Not only is he student council president, he’s also part of the drama club, music club, taking AP classes and he’s the captain of band.”

“What about Jeno?” He smirked, “He’s the second smartest kid in our class.”

Your lips pursed at the idea and you resisted the urge to kick him. Jaemin knew about your crush on Jeno and didn’t waste an opportunity to tease you about it. You glanced to the front of the room where Jeno sat, talking to a pretty girl with a cute smile.

“You don’t have many options, Y/N.” His voice was serious now as he rested his cheek in his palm. “The tournament is right around the corner and we don’t stand a chance without you. And I know you don’t want to miss this opportunity. It’s hyung’s last chance to take the cup before he graduates.”

As much as it pained you to admit it, you knew Jaemin was right. Dongho, the team captain, was in his last year of high school. His dream has always been to win the gold cup, and this would be his last chance. He was the best captain you’ve ever had and you wanted him to reach his dream, even if it meant you had to be a bit uncomfortable to do it.

Jaemin watched you curiously as you stood up, grabbing your test before approaching Jeno. The girl was gone and he was in the middle of putting away his books.

“Hey,”

He looked up at you in surprise, his cheeks growing warm. Was he dreaming? He was sure he was dreaming. “Yes?”

“Are you tutoring?”

He nodded, re-adjusting his glasses. “Do you know someone that needs help?”

“Yeah…” you rubbed the back of your head with a sigh, showing him your failed test. “If I don’t get my grades up, I’m going to be kicked off the team. I… need your help.”

His heart was beating rapidly in his chest and he bit back a smile at your words. You, the popular athlete that every sports team wanted, was asking him for help. You, the person he’s had a crush on since grade school, said that you needed him. He was ecstatic. “Um, I have time after school. Is that good?”

“I have practice… but I can skip.” You glanced at Jaemin and he raised a brow curiously, too far away to hear the conversation.

He quickly shook his head. “No, it’s okay! I can wait until practice is over.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned, meeting his eyes. It made your heart speed up.

“I’m positive.” He wouldn’t admit that he loved watching you play and silently cheering you on.

You smiled at him, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,”

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Your body rammed into Jaehyo’s as he tried to run past you with the ball, failing as you tackled him to the ground.

“Nice tackle!” Coach Heechul cheered from the sidelines.

You gave Jaehyo a smirk as you high fived Jaemin.

“Do you have to be so rough?” Jaehyo teased, slapping your shoulder.

“What can I say? I was born strong~”

“And humble,” he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Look who’s here,”Jaemin nodded to the stands and you glanced up, seeing Jeno settling down on the metal. He chose a spot off to the side, away from the cheering boys and girls that had crushes on the team. He had pulled out his notebook. “Jeez, he even studies when school ends.”

“It’s called homework,” Jaehyo ruffled the boy’s hair. “Is he your friend?”

“Y/N has a crush on hi – ”

You jabbed him in the gut, effectively shutting him up as he glared at you.

“No way. You? Having a crush on someone? Is hell freezing over?” He chuckled, now ruffling your hair.

“Come on, I’m human too ya know.” You frowned, shoving his hand away.

“True… but you’ve only ever been focused on sports.”

“What’s this?!” Amber snuck up behind you, pinching your cheek. “Is our little Y/N growing up??”

“God, you guys are annoying.” You grumbled, now shoving her hand away.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed. It’s a natural part of life!” She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“Then why are you blushing?” Jaemin interjected. The other two sniggered at the comment.

“Ugh!” You pushed her away and stomped away from the three, feeling annoyed at their prying. You caught Jeno’s eye and he smiled, waving shyly. You smiled despite yourself, glancing at the coach. “Coach, can I leave early?”

He scowled at you, putting his hands on his hips. “Just because you’re the ace doesn’t mean you can skip practice.”

You rolled your eyes at his attitude. “I’m not skipping practice. I’m asking if I can leave early.”

“Reason?”

“…my tutor is here.”

“Tutor?” He paused before lashing out, smacking you in the head with the papers in his hand. “Yah, you failed another test, didn’t you?!”

“Does it matter?” You rubbed your head, avoiding his next strike. “I’ve got a tutor, so I’m working on it!”

He sighed heavily, “Dismissed. You better have your grades up next test or else.”

“Yes, sir~” You sent him a mock salute before rushing away, avoiding his attack. Jeno was looking down at his notebook when you approached the stands. “Oi,”

His gaze snapped up, looking at you in surprise.

“I’m gonna go get changed and then we can study.”

“What about practice?” He looked at your team in worry.

“This is more important. Besides, I got in some practice before you got here.” When he nodded, you headed off for the locker room. Since your team was coed, there were two separate locker rooms for the boys and girls. You took a few minutes debating on if you should take a shower first but ultimately decided not to keep him waiting.

As you were heading for the door, you noticed a tree-shaped air freshener hanging against the AC unit. You glanced around before snatching it, tying it to the inside of your shirt. Hopefully, it was stronger than your sweat.

You rushed outside, purposely ignoring the smug smirk your teammates were sending your way. “Let’s go,” You spoke quickly, not stopping as you walked past. He already had his things put away, so he didn’t hesitate to follow you. “Where to?”

Jeno grasped the strap of his bag with both hands. “The library is closed. We can sit in the courtyard? It’s not too hot today.”

“Sure,” you murmured. The courtyard itself was quite large, separating the gate and the school building. Several round benches and matching tables were scattered around the area, most hidden from the sky under large oak trees. In the center sat a tall fountain with crystal clear water – the centerpiece was the school’s mascot, Paly the badger.

You chose the most shaded table, plopping down on the stone. Jeno sat beside you since the table was too wide for him to reach across to teach you.

He started to pull out his books and notes. “What is your worst subject?”

You scratched your cheek. “Er, all of them?”

He laughed softly. “Okay, what subject do you hate most? And no saying all of them!” Jeno stopped you when you opened your mouth, effectively silencing you. Your reaction made him laugh again.

“Math, I guess? I’m not good with numbers.”

“We’ll start there, then. May I have your test?”

You dug into your bag, grabbing the ball of paper and smoothing it out. You gave him a sheepish smile, “I uh, needed more room…”

Jeno bit his lip to hide his smile, nodding. Despite being crumpled and torn in a few places, he was able to see the questions and answers. For the next hour and a half, the two of you sat there going over each of your tests.

He was brilliant at explaining things in a way that you could understand and he was patient when you didn’t get something right away. He took the time to write out a fake test and had you answer the questions. You had no confidence in your answers, but you did better than normal. It was far from an A, but at least you didn’t fail.

“Damn,” you breathed out, staring at the red C- he had written on the top of the paper. “Maybe you should teach the class instead.”

His cheeks lit up at the compliment. “Ah, no, I’m not that smart.”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, staring him down. “You just raised my grade from a D- to a C- in less than two hours. You’re a genius.”

He smiled softly, looking down at his notebook. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

“What?”

“Ah, nothing!” Jeno mentally slapped himself for saying that out loud. You sat in silence for several minutes.

“Hey, Jeno. Our first game of the tournament is in ten days.” You paused, thinking over your words. “You should come. If you want to, I mean.”

“Sure! I’d love to.” You both shared a smile as the wind lightly danced around you.

“By the way…” He shifted, thinking over his words. “You don’t have to wear air fresheners. You smell fine.”

Your face flushed. “Right…”

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Jeno continued to tutor you every day after school even after the tournament began. With his help, you were maintaining a C+, B- average. In the process, the two of you had gotten a lot closer to one another.

Your team breezed through the first two rounds of the tournament, nearly losing the third round to last year’s champions, but you managed to pull it off with a score of 24 to 20. Round four was easy, but round five was evenly matched, neither team wanting to give. It went into overtime, but you managed to score the touchdown that won the game.

Your team had made it to the finals. One more game and you would take the gold cup for Dongho.

Your team gathered in the locker room on the day of the match. Jeno was standing next to you against the lockers.

“I can’t believe we did it,” Dongho looked at his teammates, eyes sparkling with tears. “We’ve worked our butts off. We didn’t get here through a fluke or by luck. We earned this! We… We…” His tears overflowed as the words caught in his throat. Amber hugged him while the coach patted his shoulder, also tearing up. “We will win the gold cup!”

“Yeah!” The team chorused, whooping and hollering in excitement.

You sniffled, cursing yourself for being so sensitive. Jeno smiled at you softly, pulling a small tissue pack from his back and handing it to you. “I’m not crying, I’m just having an allergic reaction okay.”

“I understand,” he responded softly, unable to hide his smile. You cared so much for your captain and your team – he admired you for that.

“Let’s get out there and prove that we didn’t get here on luck!” Dongho yelled. The team cheered, grabbing their helmets and filing out.

You handed the pack back, rolling your shoulders. “Jeno?”

“Hmm?”

You looked him dead in the eye, determination set in stone. “Watch me. I’ll win the gold cup for this team, for Dongho… for you.”

He couldn’t look away from your gaze, nor could he form words. Instead, he simply nodded, watching as you left the room.

The game was long, easily going into overtime. They were strong, seeming to knock you down as soon as you scored a point. Most of their players towered over your own teammates and you briefly wondered if they were on steroids because of how huge they were. Their tackles were sharp like spears, leaving your body bruised and sore, but you never gave up.

The clock ticked down.

There was less than a minute left of overtime and if you didn’t score a touchdown now, you would lose. You pushed your legs to run faster as you headed for the end zone, the ball tucked tightly against your body. You nearly tripped trying to avoid their tackles, but you stayed on your feet and kept pushing. The feeling in your legs was long gone, your body reaching its limit, but you had to keep pushing. You couldn’t let it end like this. You just couldn’t.

One of their linebackers appeared beside you and you couldn’t react in time. Your eyes snapped shut, waiting for the sharp impact but it never came.

Jaemin managed to block him, using all of his strength. “GO, Y/N!”

His scream gave you a boost of energy and surged forward, making the decision to dive. As you slid across the grass, it seemed as if time slowed down. Blood pumped in your ears and all you could hear was your heavy breathing. The screams of fans and your teammates were hazy and undistinguishable over the sound of your own heart. Why were you sliding so slow?

‘I’m slowing down. Please, just a little more!’ Time froze as you made it into the end zone. Seconds later, you felt yourself being smothered by the other team, a hoarse cry passing your lips as they knocked the air out of you. The piercing sound of the whistle greeted your ears followed by, “TOUCHDOWN!”

Time returned to normal, the screams of fans filling the air.

“Get off Y/N!”

“Move you brutes!”

“If you’re gonna cry, do it somewhere other than on our running back!”

The weight was lifted off you and you sucked in air. Jaehyo and Dongho helped you up, making sure you were alive and nothing was broken before they squished you in a tight hug.

Amber laughed at your face, “You just got your breath back and now they’re taking it again.”

“Help,” you wheezed, reaching out for Jaemin who was fighting back tears. He grabbed your hand but didn’t attempt to help.

“I’m so.. I’m so..” Dongho sobbed, squeezing you tighter.

“We did it,” Jaehyo cried.

“Break it up!” Heechul smacked the two with his papers, but it did little with their helmets on. “We need Y/N to win the cup next year!” It took some effort, but he finally managed to pry you away from the two sobbing boys, helping you towards the bench.

Your entire body was screaming, having been pushed past its limit, but you were so happy that you didn’t care.

“Y/N!” Jeno came running out of the stands, throwing his arms around your neck. His grip was warm and protective, not nearly as tight as your teammates’ had been. He didn’t care about the sweat seeping into his clothes. “I’m so proud of you. You were amazing!”

“We all were,” you breathed in his scent, a mixture of new textbook and mint. It invaded your senses. “I told you I was would win for you, Jeno.”

He pulled back, looking you in the eyes. “I… I made a promise to myself. I told myself that if you won, I would tell you…”

“Tell me what?” You had an idea of what that something was, but you wanted to hear it.

“Y/N, I – ”

“CHEERS!” Amber and Jaemin screamed, dumping the contents of the drink cooler on Jeno’s head. Jaehyo and Dongho did the same to Heechul.

Your body twitched in annoyance as you glared at the pair. “Oi, you ruined the moment you jerks!”

“Oh, were you finally going to confess?” Amber wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you threw the closest thing at her – it was a towel and did no damage.

Muttering under your breath, you dug around in your bag to find your varsity jacket. It was a bit windy that day and you knew he didn’t have a change of clothes. He smiled at you sheepishly, cheeks turning dark as you handed it to him. You were similar in size, so it fit him snugly, filling his senses with the smell of pine and dirt.

“Jeno, I like you and want you to be my boyfriend.”

He pouted at you. “I wanted to confess first.”

You chuckled, “Just kiss me already.”

Without hesitation, Jeno’s lips found your own as his arms wrapped protectively around your body.

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Unforseen Chasm

Part 2 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 3284

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93​ what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Once you dropped the man known a Thor off at the hospital, you all returned to your research trying to figure out just what the hell that was last night. What was the light? What was that funnel? What kind of tornado appears like that out of nowhere?

“Jane,” you said, looking at the pictures, “does something seem off to you here?” you asked, holding a photo up.

“Yeah… Where’s Ursa Minor?” she asked.

“My thoughts exactly. We better show Selvig.”

And so you did. You showed him all the oddities from last night, when Darcy noticed that Thor was actually inside the weird event. A few photos were taken and a silhouette of a man was inside of the cloud, that man had to be Thor, and he would have all the answers you needed.

The four of you went back to the hospital, only to find that he'd broken out of his restraints. Feeling defeated, you went back to the car, where Jane hit him again with her car. He had come out of nowhere and she backed into him.

“Jane, are you just determined to kill our only evidence?” you asked in a slightly irritated tone as you got out of the car.

“I’m not doing this on purpose!” she snapped back.

You knelt beside him and examined him. “Are you okay?” you asked softly.

He looked up at you and gave a slight frown. “Yes, I’m quite alright.”

“Good,” you kindly said. “Would you mind coming with us? We… want to talk to you,” you said, glancing to Jane who nodded, affirming your request.

“As you wish.”

With that, you and Erik helped him up, got him in the camper, and got him back to the lab.

All of you introduced yourselves while Jane got him some clothes he could wear instead of the hospital gown he was in. He went to change and you stared at him, not because he was muscular and attractive. You stared at him because of that familiar feeling you got when you were around him, and for some strange reason, you felt… better when you were near him. You felt energized, stronger, like you could take on the world.

And although he seemed… not quite right, something was just too coincidental that his name was Thor and he knew of a Bifrost. Unless he was just entirely loony, and decided to take on that persona, he looked the part of Thor, and knew at least a few key things about a world in which it looked like he belonged.

“This mortal form has grown weak. I need sustenance,” he suddenly said and you jumped up.

“I could make you some food,” you offered.

“What? No. He can eat some PopTarts,” Jane countered. “We need you to tell us what happened last night,” she instructed as Thor walked towards the kitchen.

“Jane, please. Give him a few minutes. You’ve run him over twice and clearly he’s still a little dazed,” you pleaded.

“Fine, but I want answers,” she informed firmly before sitting down with the other two at the breakfast table.

You walked over to the cabinet and pulled down some pop tarts and handed them to him. “Sorry about her, she can get a little… passionate when it comes to her work,” you said quietly as your eyes drifted to her.

“What is this?” he asked, taking the box.

“Oh,” you said, laughing. “These are pop tarts. A breakfast food. Do they not have them where you’re from?” you asked, noting his accent.

“No,” he informed.

“Ah, well all you do is--” you popped open the box, pulled out a silver package, ripped it open, and handed him a piece “--open the box, open the sleeve, and eat.”

He looked at it for a moment before shoving nearly the whole thing in his mouth. “I like this. This is good. More!” With that, he yanked the box from you, making you laugh.

“Have them all if you want.”

After he downed the entire box, he informed you all he was still hungry so you went to a diner down the street. The entire time you sat there, all you could try and think of was where you’d seen him before, other than in the mythology books -- which, that couldn’t be real. Thor seemed to be intrigued by you too because he seemed to steal a couple of curious glances your way as well.

As soon as Thor seemed to finally be full, he heard about the “satellite” wreckage that landed fifty miles west of town. Once he heard of it, he seemed hellbent on getting it.

“It’s not what they say it is,” Thor insisted.

“Well what is it?” you inquired.

“It’s Mjolnir, and it belongs to me. If you take me there right now, I will tell you all the answers you seek,” he promised and your heart swelled.

“Jane!” you said, turning to her in joy. “Let’s go!”

“Can I have a word with you two?” Erik requested and you glanced back to Thor before walking a few feet away. “Please don’t do this.”

“Do what? Take him to see some wreckage? He’s promising us answers, Erik,” you stated, pleading. You couldn’t explain it, but Thor seemed sincere and kind, and all you wanted to do was help him. You didn’t get any sort of odd feelings from him.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you hear him? Thor? Bifrost? Mjolnir? It’s all stories, all tales I was told as a child. That’s all they are, are tales. He’s delusional and he’s dangerous.”

“We’re just giving him a lift to a crater site,” you insisted.

“Jane,” Selvig started, turning to her, trying to reason with her. “Please. Don’t. I don’t like the idea of this.”

Jane gave him a torn look before glancing at you with apology in her face.

“Jane, no...No! Come on!” you pleaded but she just gave you a sympathetic look before telling Thor she couldn’t take him.

“Then this is where we say goodbye,” he said before bowing, saying goodbye to you all and kissing Jane’s hand. His eyes lingered on you for a moment when he told you goodbye, but then started to walk off, but something about him retreating made you feel… sad, almost... homesick.

Just as you all began walking away, a truck with Jane’s equipment stopped right in front of you all.

“Uh, Jane--”

“What?! Hey! That’s mine!” she shouted before the two of you took off running towards the lab. “What the hell is going on here?” Jane demanded as you stood beside her.

“Ms. Foster, I’m Agent Coulson, with SHIELD,” a man in a black suit stated and you recognized him. You’d seen him once before… hanging around Stark’s tower.

“Is that supposed to mean something to me? You can’t do this!” Jane shouted as she tried desperately to grab at the things that were being taken.”

“Jane. Jane. This is a lot more serious than you realize. Let it go,” Selvig advised in a cautious voice, making your eyes scan the man and the other men in suits working diligently to clear all the work from the last several weeks.

How could they do this? How could some company or government program just waltz into a private scientific lab and seize any data they see fit? Which reminded you… there was a recorder in your pocket from last night, a recorder in which you used all the time to take notes out loud to transcribe later for Jane. You thought better when you spoke. You subtly felt it to make sure it was still there, then rested your hand inside your jeans to keep it secure in your hand.

“Let it go? Let it go? This is my life!”

“We’re here investigating a security threat. We need to appropriate your records and all your atmospheric data,” Coulson informed.

“By ‘appropriate’ do you mean ‘steal’?” Jane asked as she followed the men to a van where they were loading the last bit of your things.

“How can you do this?” you asked in an oddly calm voice, sadness tinging every word as you looked at the man in the suit.

“Here. This should more than compensate you for your trouble,” he tried, handing Jane a check.

“I can’t just buy replacements at RadioShack! I made most of this equipment myself!”

“Then I’m sure you can do it again.”

“And I’m sure I can sue you for violating my constitutional rights!” Jane yelled.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Foster, but we’re the good guys.”

“So are we! I’m on the verge of understanding something extraordinary. And everything I know about this phenomenon is either in this lab or in this book and you can’t just take this with--”

At that, another man in a suit grabbed Jane’s prized journal and tossed it in the van and closed the doors.

“Hey!” she said and you held her back.

“Jane,” you tried.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” he said before disappearing around the side of the van, making you feel hollow. Weeks of research. Weeks of work. Hours upon hours of math -- gone. How could the world be so cruel? At this point you weren’t sure what to do. The ethical thing would be to stay with Jane and help her rebuild her research, but you needed funding. Maybe some labs back in NYC would have an opening. Maybe Tony would take pity on you and --

Your phone began ringing and you stepped away to answer it.

“Hey, Shannon, could we talk later? I’m kind of in the middle of something…”

“Yeah, so am I,” she said with a knowing tone. “It’s called being in your city, well, town. You can’t call this a city.”

Your eyes lit up and some form of warmth refilled your body. Between saying goodbye to the strange Thor and losing your work, you needed something like this. You looked out of the wide windows of the lab into the streets of the town, expecting to see Shannon just standing there.

“You are? Where?”

“I’m on my way back into town, actually,” she corrected. “Wanna get some coffee?”

“Of course,” you said. “Meet me at Izzy’s Diner.”

You grabbed your purse and told the three researchers you’d be back. You left the lab like your heels were on fire and skated into the diner. You ordered a coffee and a plate of toast. About ten minutes later, Shannon emerged and a giant grin grew on your face. Within an instant you jumped up and wrapped her in a tight embrace, really needing your best friend.

“So what the hell are you doing here?’ you asked quickly, and excitedly, with a dash of strong curiosity.

“Did you hear about that satellite crash? About fifty miles west?” she asked, leaning forward on her arms.

“Yeah, kinda,” you said.

“It’s not a satellite. But anyway, Tony wanted me to investigate. Grab some readings off of it, so we can study it. I got there early this morning got my data, and then the SHIELD goons showed up, so I hightailed it. I pretended I was a tourist. Tony gave me this nifty watch that lets you read from a distance of 100 feet." She went to show you the tool but you shook your head and lowered her hand.

"That's great, but...SHIELD showed up and took all of our data."

"All of it?" she asked, shocked.

"Every bit. Just now. We saw them load it and haul it away," you noted, the sorrow in your voice not hidden as your eyes dropped to your plate.

Shannon sank back in her chair. "That's a bummer. I was going to ask you if you had anything I could bring Tony. I knew you were working in that area. I was hoping you had swiped some info."

"I've got something small but... not here," you said, glancing around.

"Right." She nodded.

"So how is Tony?" you wondered, wanting to get your mind off the bad events.

"He's... you know... Tony," she said with a laugh, that made you want to return the laugh.

"So he's still a stubborn, egotistical, asshole, genius?" you inquired.

"Bingo."

"And has that asshole-genius asked you out yet?" you asked with a quirk of your eyebrow.

"What? No," she responded, blushing, covering part of her face with her hand as if Tony were in the room now and could hear. "We aren't like that, okay? He doesn't like me like that."

You let out a loud, short laugh. "Oh my god, Shannon. You can bullshit Stark all you want, but me? No. You know damned well that I know how you feel about him."

"Yeah, well that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like me," she quipped in a whisper.

"It does, because I know he does."

"Oh, and where is your proof?" she asked with a playful mocking face. "Hmm? Please, paint me a picture of how Tony Stark wants to be with his lab assistant."

"The way he looks at you," you said point blank, your tone making it clear it was obvious to everyone. "The fact that he made you lead lab director."

"That's qualifications, Y/N."

"He could've put you on bigger projects. Projects that don't take place inside Stark Tower? Projects that are all over the globe? but what does he do? He sticks you in the same floor, the same main room he works in."

"We are not discussing this," she said firmly, her cheeks getting redder.

"Why not?! He's into you! You should just ask him!"

"I'm not going to ask my boss if he's harboring feelings for me!" she whisper-shouted.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"Well if you won't be reasonable, then maybe you'll listen to something crazy."

You launched into how you met Thor and everything he was saying, and you how believed he was telling the truth.

"Wait, let me get this straight. Jane runs over a guy with the research van, and you think he's some Norse God reborn?"

You shook your head. "No, I think he is the Thor. I think he is very old and very powerful."

"What makes you think that? He probably read the same books you did in college but he took them a little too far," she noted.

"No, I'm telling you, Shannon. He talks about this like it's his home. He talks so comfortably about it as if I were to say 'Hand me your phone' or 'Get in the car.'"

"Okay so he's been crazy a long time. Since when do you defy logic and reason?" she challenged, wondering why you were believing a man who was probably insane.

To be honest, you knew how it sounded. You'd been dwelling on it all day since he said his name was Thor last night. But there were too many coincidences for this not to be something weird.

"Since Newton was called crazy, since Einstein was ridiculed, since Copernicus was railroaded."

Shannon started to roll her eyes but you pressed on.

"Come on, you have to admit, it's pretty weird that the night he shows up in the middle of the desert, some weird 'thing' crashed nearby. You saw it, did it look like a hammer?"

She seemed to stall, which meant you were right.

"Well... yeah, but that doesn't mean--"

"Aha! See? I'm telling you... This is the real deal."

"I think you studied that crap too much that you forgot what's real and not real," she muttered.

"Shannon, science is always telling us to broaden our minds, our thinking, our understanding. We've all agreed that it would be wildly arrogant to assume we're alone in the cosmos, why is this any different?"

“Because it’s insane,” she stressed. “You’re talking about magic and realms and teleportation devices.”

“Yes, but thirty years ago nearly all of Tony's inventions would've been called impossible. And now look where he is! Look where science has brought us.”

“Okay, and what if what you’re saying is true? What are you going to do?” she pressed. “You gonna tell everyone? You gonna ask him to take you back with him?"

A small sparkle twinkled in your eye before Shannon began going, "No. Oh no. I know that look. No! Are you mad?"

"Possibly," you said, tilting your head to the side. "But what do I have to lose? I just lost all of my most recent work, he didn't threaten me. The least I can do is ask!"

"Y/N! Y/N!" she shouted as you got up from the table, throwing some cash down and making your way outside. "This is crazy. You don't even know where to find him!"

"Can't be hard in a population of five," you muttered, looking around for him on the street. "I need a car. Dammit. Give me your car," you instructed. "We'll take him.”

“I’m not so sure I want some homeless crazy dude in my car,” she stated as the two of you walked down mainstreet.

“Please? We’re just taking him to that hammer. He said earlier he would tell us information. This way we both get what we want. I can see if he’s telling the truth and you get more data for your boy toy.” You flashed a cheeky grin and began walking again.

“He is not my b-- Ugh! Fine. Only because I love you and I want to prove to you that Norse Mythology is just that -- myth. Something made up for children or for primitive beings with primitive gods.”

“I don’t care what your reasons are so long as you take us,” you said with a smile. Just as you said that, you found Thor inside a pet store. It seemed easy to find him, almost like… Almost like he was a beacon to you. Without even seeing him, you were drawn to him.

You texted Jane and told her where you were going and she said she wanted to take you all, to come along. So, instead of taking the fancy ass car Tony bought Shannon, you took the broken down camper. Jane and Thor sat up front, chatting a bit while you and Shannon caught up some more. You introduced the two of them and set off.

Eventually, talk turned to Thor and his life.

“You’re brave to do this, you all are,” he noted.

“I’m just trying to find answers,” you stated honestly.

“Yes, it seems we all are. But you three maidens seem to be rather clever in this realm. Much like my friends back home,” he said with a fond smile.

“Maidens? Realm?” Jane asked, her voice saturated with amusement and confusion.

“You think me strange?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good strange or bad strange?”

“I’m not quite sure yet… I’m sorry but, who are you? Really?” Jane pressed.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“You promised us answers,” she reminded.

“What you seek, it’s a bridge,” he started.

“Like an Einstein Rosen bridge?” she asked, excitement in her voice, meanwhile you began to tingle all over.

“More like a rainbow bridge.”

“A rainbow bridge… like… Like in Asgard?” you questioned.

Thor turned around to try to face you better from his position in the passenger seat. “Yes, exactly. I thought Midgardians didn’t know anything about us.”

“I… I studied your… culture.”

“She means,” Shannon started, “that she studied mythology that happens to sound like where you came from but I’m sure it’s just a coincidence,” she said with a pointed look.

You gave her a look back, before the four of you settled in for the rest of the drive. 

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Chasing a Nap

Happy belated birthday, @septic-dr-schneep ! I’m really sorry this is late but I kept experiencing setbacks. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

The week had been a long one for Chase. He had spent the majority of it comforting Brianna. He even convinced Stacy to trust him enough with the baby to go to work. It wasn't practical for both of them to stay home and besides, she was the higher earner. Furthermore, he couldn't let his wife be kept up by their sick and agitated child when she had to be alertly productive the next morning. Brianna's nursery had become his bedroom as well to avoid disturbing Stacy for this very reason. Henrik had gotten involved in the matter too. It began as "Schneep, Brianna's really sick and I don't know what to do. Please help." which soon became "How do I know for sure she's not dehydrated?". Eventually Henrik had to remind the anxious father not to call him at work unless it was a true emergency. He sounded like he was doing fine and if Chase carried on caring for her as he already was, she would recover soon enough. Yes, it had been a week that refused to end. But now it was Saturday. He had been invited to hang out with his brothers for a movie. Chase's obligation to his family caused him to decline at first. Stacy insisted otherwise. For god sake, he's handled this mostly on his own for the past several days. Stacy could take care of her own child for a few hours, especially now the worst seemed to be nearly over. Marvin smiles warmly as he greets him at the door. "Hey." Chase gives a half-hearted wave. "I'm glad you could make it." The edges of his mouth lower. "How much sleep have you even had?" "Uh... take the amount of sleep a dad of a one year old should be getting a day and" Chase contemplates the maths for a moment. "a quarter of that. Or a third. Which is smaller again? It doesn't matter." "No offense but you look like it." He ushers the exhausted father into the living room. "We can always make this a sleepover." Jackie joked. "Stacy wouldn't let me take my phone because she thinks I'd spend the whole night asking for updates on how Brianna's doing." "Which you probably would." "Maybe. But she's my daughter and she's sick. Sue me. Anyway, without my phone, I can't tell Stacy-" "You're not the only one with a phone, Chase." Marvin grumbles. "You can borrow one of ours if you need to." Suggestions for what they should watch are tossed around. The usual fight for the remote ensues as it always does during movie nights. The deciding vote rested on someone who was nonchalant. Chase suggests they just pick a DVD. Another dispute regarding the films they owned broke out. Eventually, too much deliberation causes them to choose Inception for the sake of reaching a decision. The four egos tussle over the popcorn. Henrik protests that the little buttery ones were disappearing too quickly. Jackie argues that's probably because the doctor is the one eating them all. A salted popcorn flake soars in the direction of the hero. A tactful dodge causes Chase to become the recipient of the attack. Dazed, he startles. He launches an M&M as retribution. None of them pay attention to the first handful of scenes. It is after they settle down that Marvin gets an elbow to the stomach. He's about to rebuke Jackie until he notices the grin. "How many levels deep do you think he is?" He mouths, pointing at their youngest brother. Slumped against the sofa's arm, Chase is out cold. The three of them laugh fondly at him. They decide to leave him be. He certainly deserves the nap. Henrik, who had the easiest access to his feet, is tasked with retrieving Jackie's phone to capture the moment. The three agree to keep any necessary talk at a low volume for the remainder of the film. A while later, from the corner of his eye, Marvin notices Jackie fidgeting. "Is something wrong?" "I don't want him drooling on me." "Oh, he deal with sick baby all week but you don't want a little bit of drool." "He's not even leaning on you." Marvin snaps in a hushed manner. "He'll get drool on the sofa." "So? We can just clean it later." A sly smile forms on the magician's face. "At least he's quiet when he's asleep. Unlike a certain someone." "Hey! You take that back." There is soft shove. "Stop the pushing. You'll wake him." Henrik scolds. At that, they resume watching. A while later, as Cobb tells of his experience of Limbo, Chase shifts to his other side. He in turn clings to Jackie. It triggers giggling. Jackie mutters near his youngest brother's ear. He promises Chase it would be far better if he released his grip on the limb. Jackie's delight makes him giddy when Chase once again readjusts some 10 minutes later, freeing the hero's arm. Without wasting another second, his right arm encompasses and brings closer the lover of stunts. Henrik sighs. "Jackie, you will let him leave, yes?" "Never." He sticks his tongue out for a second as the left arm curls around Chase's back. The infamous spinning top twirls and brings about the end credits. Still the latest of Jackie's 'victims' dozes. As cautiously as they are able, the three of them vacate the sofa to allow Chase to have full access of it. They leave him at peace. After leaving a recording session, Jack checks his phone. There's the usual notifications, a message from Robin about another Best of Jacksepticeye video and texts from... Jackie? Dread rises within him as he anticipates potentially bad news. He can only hope he's not about to be told the superhero is hospitalised or there's been a sighting of Anti. He has nothing to worry about. It's a couple pictures of Chase. He can't see the arm properly in the first thanks to Chase's head obscuring it but he's sure its positioning resembles a stapler. His head rests slightly above the elbow. Faded green hair sprawls out around him. Despite Chase's mouth being partially agape and his cheek squished against the arm, he appears pleasantly devoid of stress. The second is Jackie looking as if he is desperately attempting not to laugh aloud. His grin and flat palm directed at his brother's head scream 'Help, what do I do?!'. Why? Because Chase has attached himself to the superhero. An arm lays across his chest while the other one appears to be twisted around Jackie's arm. Chase's head has now found a new resting place on Jackie's shoulder. Below is the caption:

He's had a long week. Not that you can tell. ;) Chuckling, Jack sends his reply. Aww! Tell him I say hi when he wakes up