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andypantsx3 · 4 years ago

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statistically significant | 1 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

note: I cannot overemphasize that this interpretation of Bakugou is based on season 1 Bakugou, which means he behaves very questionably at the beginning. Please heed the warnings!

Last year

You had been ferreting snacks out of the Hero Awards when he found you.

In retrospect, the whole idea of attending the Hero Awards had been a bad one from the get go. You’d just been so thrilled by the image of it in your head--getting to see all your favorite pros gathered in one place, dressed to the nines, celebrating their rankings, their wins, their saves, their successes. You’d pictured yourself flitting between heroes, collecting autographs and taking selfies, sitting down at a table with big names like Uravity and Froppy, making fast friends over the complimentary champagne.

But then you’d seen what really went into preparing for and attending an event like this, and the shine had quickly rubbed off.

When your boss at the Commission had extended you the invite, she’d told you that you would be representing the organization, and had advised you to contract a makeup artist and find someone willing to dress you. Her tone had strongly implied that this was more of an order than a suggestion. So you’d done it, but nobody had told you exactly how many hours went into getting your makeup tested, getting fitted and refitted for a dress, and fielding questions on cut, colors, fabrics, and fit.

By the time the Awards rolled around, you’d lost upwards of forty excruciating hours of your life to preparations, and had developed some kind of anxiety-induced Pavlovian response to the modiste’s name on your phone screen, where you immediately wanted to leap into the nearest storage closet and hide. And none of this was even counting the five full hours you spent on the day of the awards getting primped and polished within an inch of your life, then stuffed into some ridiculous scrap of fabric that threatened to fall off of you if you so much as breathed wrong.

By the time the stylists and makeup artist had finished with you, you were starved, cranky, and nursing a small migraine from how enthusiastic the hairdresser had been with you. You’d thought, though, that you would finally be able to enjoy yourself now that the worst was over. All there was left was to attend the ceremony, and get to see all your favorite heroes.

And for an hour or two, the Hero Awards had been just as cool as expected. You lingered on the fringes of the red carpet, gawking as pros like Chargebolt and Pinky swanned their way down the walkway, looking even cooler in real life than they looked on TV. Everyone had clearly gone all out, and they looked unbelievably good, either inhumanly beautiful or inhumanly intimidating. You had been utterly transfixed, as evidenced by the inordinate amount of time you spent accidentally staring at Todoroki Shouto as he gave an interview to the side of the walkway, looking absolutely unreal as he leaned over to speak to the reporter.

When you’d finally managed to snap out of your trance, you’d remembered to cut a beeline for the snack table, and had set about stuffing as many snacks into your dress as you could manage. And that’s where the trouble really started.

The invite to the Awards had come with the option for a very fancy multi-course dinner that you could have chosen. Instead, you’d taken one look at the price and laughed yourself sick, before resolving to sneak a bunch of the free snacks into your dress to keep you occupied during the ceremony. The problem was, the scrap of fabric the modiste had insisted was a dress was so obnoxiously flimsy and could only hold so many snacks.

If your dress had been able to hold a reasonable number of snacks, you wouldn’t have needed to sneak back out to the snack table during the presentation, and he would have never had a chance to catch you on your own. But the dress was lacking snack utility, and so you had gone back out for more.

You kept low in the aisle as you crept out of the darkened theater, keeping a hand over your chest so you didn’t spill out of the thin fabric of your dress, and emerged into the reception hall, where you were almost blinded by the harsh light. You stood for a minute, blinking the spots out of your vision, and touched a hand to your eyes, careful not to smear any of your eyeliner.

And that’s when he struck.

Almost as soon as you raised your hand, a rough hand seized your wrist, wrenching your arm down. A heavy arm went around you quickly, trapping both your arms to your sides, and you barely had time to let out a squeak before a calloused hand clapped over your mouth. Your feet left the floor, and then you were being dragged through a side door into the stairwell.

You twisted wildly, kicking out, trying to catch the wall or the railing to push off of and throw your assailant off balance, but he was strong, and clearly well-versed in combat, as he kept you well away from anything you could use to your advantage. He hauled you out into the stairwell, but instead of heading down the stairs, he moved towards the corner. To your surprise, he tossed you unceremoniously against the wall, letting you go.

You caught yourself on the rough stone and whirled around, only to reel back in shock when you caught sight of your assailant.

Bakugou Katsuki, perhaps better known as pro hero Ground Zero, leaned over you, trapping you against the wall with an arm on either side of you. He, like all the other heroes you’d caught sight of today, looked almost unreal in person, but in stark contrast to all the others, his handsome face was twisted up in unmistakeable fury, blood-red eyes bright with violence and white teeth bared in a silent snarl. Even under the thick fabric of his suit, you could see the hard lines of his body were taught with aggression, and it was all you could do to not shrink back against the cold stone of the wall.

“So,” he snarled, leaning in to put his face close to yours, “you’re the fucking statistics nerd.”

You gaped at him, mouth falling open. Your professional title was data scientist, but statistics nerd was a close enough descriptor that you could tell he knew who you were. Your brows went up, wondering why in the world Ground Zero knew you.

“E-excuse me?” you managed. Your brain rapidly kicked into high gear, running through possible reasons why he would know you, what he could possibly want with you.

Bakugou snarled. “What the fuck is your problem with me?”

You stared at him. Problem with him? Other than the fact that he’d just seized you with no warning and dragged you into a stairwell, you had no problem with him. You’d never even met him--what the hell was he talking about?

“Uh, do you maybe have me confused with someone else?” you asked, trying to shift out from under his arm. Maybe there was another data scientist milling around in the crowds that he’d meant to get his hands on instead.

Bakugou’s red eyes narrowed, and he put a hand to your abdomen to press you firmly back to the wall. “Oh no. You’re not getting out of this, you little brat. Fucking fix it.”

You eyed him warily, checking him for signs of a head injury, wandering over his shock of blonde hair and noting the size of his pupils. Maybe Bakugou had been out on assignment just before the Awards, and hadn’t stopped to get his injuries checked out before coming here. A blow to the head would explain why he was behaving so strangely, and asking for weird stuff.

“Fix what?” you asked, frowning when you couldn’t spot the signs of a concussion on him. His gaze seemed all too focused, all too intent. It was nerve-wracking, actually. You’d heard of his reputation for intensity before, but it was one thing to hear it and another entirely to have all that intensity trained on you.

Bakugou bared his teeth and leaned closer. “Your fucking nerd-ass model. Fix it.”

You froze.

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh, this was about the model. You knew his bone to pick with the model.

The entire reason you’d received an invite to the Hero Awards in the first place was because of your work on the model that calculated the hero rankings. The model had existed for years before you had come along, but this year it was different.

You’d been hired a couple months ago by the Public Safety Hero Commission after you’d contacted them with an idea on how to finally calculate the value of field assists. You’d had a rough prototype of a neural network that you’d trained on video of multi-hero operations, tracking the movements of all the heroes on screen, and had developed an algorithm capable of assigning point values to moves that contributed to but did not directly result in a win or a rescue.

The Commission couldn’t get their hands on your work fast enough, and after only a few months refining your neural net, it was hooked into the rankings model, and it had informed not only the choices for Rescue of the Year and Most Valuable Hero this year, but had entirely changed the hero rankings overall.

And Bakugou’s ranking had been very much affected.

Bakugou Katsuki was a hero very unlike the world had ever seen. Anyone could see from his stats alone that he was incredibly driven, supremely powerful, and almost unmatched by any other hero out there. A few years out from UA, he’d already entered the top ten and had been mere breaths away from the top three -- that is, until your model results had been released.

The thing about Bakugou was that he had a higher percentage of fight wins than any hero in recorded history. He came out on top of almost any situation he entered into, and had one of the highest villain capture stats and the highest villain kill stat as compared to any other hero at this point in their career. The problem was, the new model also now took into account assists, as well as applied slightly heavier weights to rescues, and as good as Bakugou was at winning fights, he was almost equally as terrible at helping others.

So when your model had been worked into the Hero Commission’s official ranking calculations, Bakugou had backslid to sit unhappily at rank number eight.

And apparently, he thought this meant you had a personal grudge.

“Okay, I understand you’re upset, but the results are the results,” you said, watching him carefully. “It’s got nothing to do with you personally.”

His expression darkened thunderously, and the hand on your abdomen grew notably hotter, a scent like gunpowder and burnt sugar rising in the stairwell. “Like hell it doesn’t. Fucking fix it.”

Your brow furrowed. How did regular people think models worked? “There’s no ‘fixing it’, Bakugou. That’s just how math works. If you have a problem with how assists and rescues are weighted then you can take it up with the Commission. I just trained the model with their recommendations, and the results are what they are.”

Bakugou apparently registered none of what you were saying. Rough fingers slid to your jaw, tipping your face up to him. “What is it that you wanted, you damn brat? Did you want to see me humiliated? Or maybe you wanted my attention?” His fingers dug into your jaw. “Well now you have it, you fucking harpy, so show me what you wanted with it.”

You gaped at him, unable to help the way your mouth hung open like a fish. Did he think you were blackmailing him? With a fucking statistical model? It was a matter of public record that Bakugou was smart--he was purportedly one of the brightest minds that had ever graced the profession of hero, with strategic skill and combat sense that was utterly unparalleled--so then why the hell was he being so dumb about this? Was he really so self-absorbed that he thought this whole thing was about him?

Your temper flared, rising like the slow heat that was building under his hands. “I know this might be news to you,” you said slowly, “but not everything is about you. The model I trained takes in video as its input, and calculates rankings based on recommended weighting criteria that the Hero Commission gave me themselves. There is no place for me to input my own biases or change the results, so if the output is something that you’re ashamed of, then maybe you should do better.”

Bakugou’s eyes brightened, narrowing on you with an intensity that made you want to curl into the wall. “Say that again, you little fuck.”

You held your ground, ignoring the dangerous way the scent of hot smoke sharpened, leaning forward to bare your own teeth. “Maybe you should do better, you self-centered asshole.”

You were close enough that you could see his pupils dilate with the challenge, like a predator catching sight of its prey. An unsettling grin made its way across his mouth. “I am going to make you wish you’d never even seen a calculator, you smug fucking nerd,” he said, leaning into you.

The scent of gunpowder burned in the back of your throat, and the hands on you flared alarmingly hot, before the door to the hall burst open, and a whirlwind of red and yellow tore into the stairwell.

“Heya Blasty,” a voice chirped, echoing on the stairs, “Found ya.”

The shock of golden yellow resolved itself into the lean figure of Kaminari Denki, aka pro hero Chargebolt. He quickly made his way to Bakugou’s side, seizing an elbow.

“I’m busy, fuckstick. Fuck off,” Bakugou growled.

A large hand reached over Bakugou’s other shoulder to pull him off you, a head of gelled red spikes materializing behind his back, and you blinked up at Kirishima Eijirou, also known as Red Riot.

“Sorry about him,” Kirishima smiled down at you warmly, in direct contrast to the way his fingers dug into Bakugou’s shoulder. His teeth looked incredibly sharp in person, but this fact somehow failed to detract from the warmth of his friendly expression. You blinked, stunned that you were being addressed by Red Riot.

“He’s been a little worked up since the results were released, but he’s harmless,” Kirishima explained, grunting a little as he jerked Bakugou away from you. Bakugou snarled and turned to his friend, a small volley of sparks lighting off of his palm.

“I said fuck off,” he growled.

You let out a choked laugh at the idea of Bakugou Katsuki being called harmless. Just this week he’d perfected a technique where he melted clean through concrete, and you’d seen the replay of him liquifying the side of a skyscraper on the news this morning as you’d been getting your makeup done.

“Harmless, right. Definitely felt that way,” you uttered as Kirishima struggled to get a grip on Bakugou.

“I’ll fucking show you harmless,” Bakugou spat, turning back to you, sparks crackling louder in his palm. Kirishima seized his chance quickly, getting a bulky arm around Bakugou’s chest and lifting him straight off the ground. Bakugou snarled and gripped Kirishima’s forearm, letting off an explosion that would have blown anyone else’s arm clean off, but Kirishima just laughed, ignoring that the sleeve of his suit had caught fire, and hauled Bakugou back through the door.

A litany of swears filtered back through the door before it swung shut again.

Kaminari turned to face you, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry about that. We didn’t realize he was gonna come after you like that, though I don’t think he would have actually done anything. He’s pretty much all talk.”

You waved a hand, still stunned that Chargebolt was speaking to you.

“Uh, it’s okay,” you said. “I just...didn’t expect that kind of a reaction.”

Kaminari chuckled. “He’s usually a little more chill these days--I think he’s just pissed he’s losing to Midoriya now.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “I gotta say, though, he was even more worked up than I expected when we got here. What did you say to him?”

You grimaced, thinking back on the tense conversation. “That if he was ashamed of his ranking, he should do better.”

Kaminari choked. “Oh fuck, he must have been pissed,” he managed, before dissolving into peals of laughter. “Do better. No wonder he looked like he was gonna give himself a hernia. Mina’s gonna wet herself when I tell her.”

You shifted uncomfortably. “He thinks I altered the results to get his attention.”

Kaminari’s chuckles tapered off as he set a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Oh, he’s just saying that. He knows he’s shit at assists. He’s just salty he’s actually gotta do something about it if he wants to be number one.”

You thought back to the feeling of that hard body pressing you up against the wall, the disdain that had twisted his handsome face, the burning heat that had built up under his palms. A shiver went down your spine. It had seemed like he was a little more than salty, but if that’s how his friend wanted to put it, then fine.

“Well, thanks for the save anyway,” you said, giving Kaminari a little smile. “I’d definitely give you and Kirishima Rescue of the Year if I was pre-determining my results.”

Kaminari laughed, turning back to the door that Kirishima had dragged Bakugou through. As if on cue, a small boom sent the door swinging open a little. “Speaking of which, I’d better get back to make sure I don’t have to rescue the rescuer.”

He gave you a casual wave, then crossed to the door quickly. He hesitated at the threshold, then peeked back over his shoulder at you.

“By the way,” he said. “You might want to take a look at your dress. I, um, think Bakugou may have gotten a little carried away.”

He disappeared before you could ask what he meant, but a quick glance down clarified soon enough. Right on your abdomen, where Bakugou had pinned you against the wall, lay a scorched cut out, exactly in the shape of one large hand.

Your mouth dropped open in horror.

That fucking dick.

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aayilahkaylee · 4 years ago

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Carbon as a major factor in the origin of life and carbonated water.

Summary: They both think too much and are highly interpretive of their surroundings - objectively, of course. So it is inevitable that they will do the same with their soul mate brands, but things will look really simple on a trip to the zoo, where many carbon-based life forms are gathered, an element that is also part of their trademark formula.

Notes: This is part of the first challenge done on Twitter by @DcstChallenges, with the theme of soulmates. Don't hesitate to join on twitter and participate or support future challenges.

The system of soulmate identification was nothing more than an inefficient diversity of methods with a huge margin of error or at least ambiguity.

Statistics and probability confirmed this, Senku made use of these calculations in trying to understand this phenomenon, ruling out unprovable facts such as the resonance of dreams or thoughts, or slightly questionable ones such as writing on one's own skin and this also appearing on the other person's (how many could be writing on their own skin and inventing that it was their soulmate who had written to them?). Also the countdowns to over a thousand years were also proof of the untruthfulness that came with it.

Rooted to the facts, the mark on Ishigami Senku's right forearm was supposed to be the mark of his soul mate, but to him it was nothing more than the affirmation that he loved science.

At a certain point, he came to think that simply marks like his did not mean that someone was his soulmate, but that they simply had similar enough tastes or interests that they could hit it off. Which would explain why most people who found his markings ended up being a couple.

On his arm was tattooed the formula NaHCO₃, one of the most important compounds in history, to which he gave the meaning of being what proved that his destiny was science.

On the contrary, Asagiri Gen wondered if among his peers there would be someone whose first word they would cross with him would be that compound; would they pronounce it as the formula read, or would they simply say 'sodium bicarbonate'?

Eventually, his peculiar mark of soul mate became just another joke in his extensive repertoire, with the formula actually demonstrating his deep love of soda, with every bottle of cola that fell into his hands being his destiny.

They didn't think about it often, in fact they even forgot they had such a mark as they were so focused on their respective scientific and psychological/magical matters. So that Saturday, the marks on their arms were not foremost in their brains, instead they found themselves early in the morning preparing to leave for the zoo.

Byakuya found it opportune to distract his busy eleven year old son from incessant curiosity from time to time, offering visits that were stimulating and fun enough that Senku couldn't refuse, though there was no way he would have declined because he appreciated the old man's affectionate intentions... sometimes, when he didn't force him to wear a cap because of the sun.

At the same time, with the pressure of socialisation and the opportunity to experiment with his own charisma, Gen spouted witty remarks and questions to uncover those classmates who invited him on this outing. Exploiting his charisma and his wit to make their company more pleasant, until he was able to get a break after the lion section, offering his companions to set aside a table until they returned with snacks.

Had Senku perhaps taken two seconds longer to heed his periphery, he would have continued the tour with his father to leave and subsequently go for a bite to eat together, but inevitably he noticed the wrist of a young man of about fourteen or fifteen.

NaHCO₃

And he immediately asked Byakuya to pause, sending him to sit down to wait, which the elder somehow interpreted as a coy statement that Senku was hungry, so like a good tutor he retreated to get food.

Senku adjusted the straps of his backpack and positioned himself in front of the jet-haired boy, who was arranging a pair of pretentious sunglasses. He thought of a few probing questions, certain that the young man in front of him was also a science buff (What else could that mark mean?).

But Gen won the speak, slightly taken aback. "Are you lost?" he asked at the boy's sudden appearance.

So Senku dismissed all the questions he had thought of, remembering where they were and convinced that Gen was there for academic reasons.

"Elephant gestation lasts about twenty-two months and during elephant pregnancy the calf grows to a hundred or a hundred and fifty kilograms." he said.

‘Huh?!’

Senku counted thirty seconds, in which his determination showed in the way his brow tightened with each passing second. Gen remained expressionless despite the discomfort, inwardly contorting his face in stupefaction ‘What the hell is this...?!’

"Hah~," he regained his composure immediately and smiled. "as interesting as elephants being afraid of bees." replied, assuming this was one of those kids who liked fun facts... until realised he was looking for something more technical. "It's because bees can get into the mucous membranes and delicate parts of the elephant like the trunk, mouth or eyes and sting them. Of course, they can't pierce their skin, but you should know that.

This time it took ten seconds, which made the major sweat, until Senku smiled slyly.

"Not bad." the younger acknowledged.

Immediately, feeling a great deal of encouragement to exchange his extensive knowledge with Gen, he surmised that perhaps such chemical reactions, like the one he was feeling, were the explanation for why people who could not see colours got it when they met the person they matched with. Or how eye colour could change when they met, nothing more than physiological reactions related to hormones and perhaps genetic compatibility.

Interest was also piqued in Gen, who was trying to explain why Senku had taken the seat next to him so deliberately. When would he get the chance to meet someone so slightly peculiar again? The intrigue to know how effective his skill would be with this boy was agitating.

"Are you sure you're not lost." Gen echoed, holding his hands out to his sides in an effort to appear receptive. Senku's body language indicated he was being cautious. "Your parents won't be angry that you got separated from them, animals and information plates are so entertaining that they do this all the time."

Senku denied, lifting his face from the horizon to Gen. "You assume I'm coming with my family when the likelihood of me coming for a school trip is seventy-five percent, considering the offer they have for students on weekends." replied quizzically at that miscalculation.

If this kid had information about the elephants' pregnancy, why was Gen surprised that he also knew that accurate figure?

"You're right from a monetary and practical perspective," Gen said, not doubting that Senku was correct. "but, statistically, weekends are used for family and friends." the boy seemed unhappy that Gen didn't give an accurate figure "I think if you came with friends, you would have been lost together, and you don't look angry enough to explain away an argument."

Because of his sullen nature, Senku looked at him incredulously, slightly annoyed by the blatantly accurate analysis. He attributed his discomfort to the lack of numerical data that could have helped him compare and assimilate the diagnosis.

"Go on." Senku demanded.

Gen's hands continued the expressive mimicry, unconsciously showing his mar. "If it was a school trip, your teacher would have already reported you missing, the same applies if you were accompanied by the parents or relatives of your friends; the responsibility for a child who doesn't belong to them would have already mobilised them. I see you're learning a lot, but the absence of an alarmed teacher" Gen glanced around before continuing. "-means that a school trip is not the case."

"Efficient, a ten billion percent efficient." Senku credited.

All it took was a push. "Or could this be a distress call?" Gen moved slightly closer to add privacy. "Are you running away from someone?" he added in a sympathetic, empathetic tone.

Senku closed his eyes, weary of the other's deductions. "Fine, my father couldn't wait for us to go out to get something to eat, I know exactly where he is."

Gen smirked, proud that he had so neatly broken down the boy's suspicious barriers "So you came to me to entertain yourself in the meantime?" he remarked, considering he was apparently the only one who was also alone in waiting and thus became Senku's target. "You don't seem like the kindly type who would come up with an interesting fact just to entertain others without getting something in return." he mentioned intentionally.

If it was not help the younger man required, was looking for something more, an his restless gaze confirmed it.

The small, calloused hand pointed to Gen's forearm. "Your mark, it means sodium bicarbonate." said.

Among the things Gen expected to hear next was not his mark of a soul mate "I'm aware of that." replied. He wasn't aware of was that wearing a short-sleeved shirt in the heat would attract the attention of a stranger that day.

Senku smiled. The older might be different from what expected in terms of methodology and analysis, but that he knew the significance of his tattoo evidently earned him a ten billion points.

Gen for his part recalled the Monster Hunter player who explained the original use of NaHCO₃ for soda, which was the origin of the joke that, looking the boy straight in the eye, he backed away from wanting to change to an allusion to cheating on chemistry exams.

"Do you know what it means?" Senku asked with abrupt energy. Revolutionary inventions and the many uses of NaHCO₃ flashed through his head.

Unexpectedly, that excitement rubbed off on Gen and he replied. "I know what it means. "

Byakuya didn't wonder at first why Senku had decided to leave his arm exposed for the rest of the tour. The heat was reason enough... until he noticed that his son kept staring at the mark when he always downplayed it.

"In the rest area there was a boy who had the same mark as me." Senku revealed, making his father's jaw drop to the floor.

Sure, it had to be something like that, but Byakuya could never have guessed it was that encounter. And it wasn't his fault either, the last time Senku had been dismayed by his mark, it was when he explained to a stranger in Monster Hunter the uses of NaHCO₃, pleading for the component's inclusion in more video games.

As a result, Byakuya dragged Senku back to the zoo in search of his soulmate, admonishing him for being so insensitive and for letting the encounter go unnoticed without remorse. Disgruntled, Senku reaffirmed that all this talk of love and romance was as tedious as it was counterproductive.

Gen was satisfied on the way to the train station, the talk he had with the boy stretching into a mutually stimulating mix of technical commentary on carbon and life on earth, and a smattering of curiosities and humorous observations that he knew would please the youngster. He had been put to a demanding test, in a way that none of his companions could ever have done.

Which was perhaps why he ignored them until one mentioned:

"Asagiri, that boy you were talking to when we arrived, I saw him before we left and on his forearm he had a mark similar to yours." he alluded hesitantly.

The pieces fell into place... and Gen lost his senses once again.

It certainly wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last time sodium bicarbonate would bring them together under a new manifestation.

#sengen #senku #gen #dr stone #I'M SO BAD WITH ENGLISH #SORRY IF I WROTE SOMETHING WRONG #soulmates #byakuya

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years ago

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Soul Seer, Pt. 10

Loki Master List

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Only angst and a raging God of Lies in this chapter

Author’s Note: Takes place right after Avengers 1, with time travel elements and hints of Infinity Wars. Does NOT follow cannon after Avengers.

Every screen in the lab displayed analysis of the Chitauri materials or calculations for re-engineering the cities infrastructure. Despite the rapid pace of data collection, only one person worked in the quiet lab. The urge to sneak up behind him, to frighten him and see how tight of a hold he had on his monster, tickled across Loki’s mind. As fun as it might be, it would not be productive. So, Loki purposely scuffed his boot along the floor as he entered the room.

Banner looked up from the computer monitor, removing his glasses. He looked around the room, absently realizing they were alone. “Loki.”

“I would like to speak with you.” He circled the worktable, eyes instantly taking in the data flowing across the screen. Banner was examining his plans for an energy converter. “If you have a moment?”

“Um, yeah.” The doctor motioned to the chair. “What’s on your mind?”

Loki lowered himself slowly into the chair, gathering his thoughts. After spending the night skimming through the recollections of your day in the city, he found himself at odds. The mortals of Midgard never meant anything more than a distraction to him. At the most, they were a means to an ends. They were too fragile, too short lived, to be of any significance. However, after seeing them through your eyes he realized something most distressing. He found something in common.

On Asgard, he learned at a very young age to conceal his emotions and lock them away. Even though Asgardians reveled in battle and celebrated robustly, they were not prone to the depth of feelings he seemed to possess. Only his mother seemed to understand. He always felt as if it were a cruel trick of the Norns, that they would make him so keenly aware of other’s motivations and yet feel the impact of their actions so deeply.

Loki had laid beside you, petting you hair as you slept, as he made peace with the realization that for all of Midgardian’s frailties there was an intensity and depth of emotion he understood. He never would have understood were it not the connection he now shared. He’d been blind to it for a millennia.

“What is the status of people?” Loki asked, nothing of his inner turmoil on his face or in his voice.

“The, ah, people?” Banner cocked his head.

“The people of your city? What have your rulers done to assure their safety and well-being? Are they being housed and fed? Have proper tributes been made to the honored dead?” Loki leaned forward, intent.

“Oh.” Bruce leaned back, tossing his glasses on the table. He rubbed his forehead. “That’s a big question. See, things don’t really work quite the same here.”

“Explain.”

“So, what is this about?” Fury strode down the hall toward Stark and Rogers.

“Banner just asked us to join him and Loki in the conference room. They have something to discuss.” Steve shrugged. He knew Bruce well enough to trust that they would not be wasting their time.

“Apparently, the good doctor has been giving Reindeer Games a civics lesson.” Tony smirked. Fury scowled. “What? This could be interesting.”

The three turned the corner towards one of the many conference rooms in the tower. Loki’s voice boomed down the hall. “That’s barbaric!” Banner answered but it wasn’t clear. The god’s voice still reverberated down the hall. “And they call me monster!”

Tony glanced sideways a Fury with a grin. “See? Interesting.”

In the conference room, Bruce sat on the table near one of the big screens showing a long list of statistics. Loki paced along the outer wall, staring out the window. Steve came fully into the room. “What’s barbaric?”

Loki stopped, hands fisted. He turned slowly towards Rogers. “That the rulers chosen by your precious country, provide neither guaranteed care for their physical well-being, nor recompense for the loss of their domicile or trade during war or disaster.” Loki growled a little deeper. “And there are no tributes given to the honored dead.”

Fury sighed, “There are programs that...”

Loki cut him off. “Oh, yes, I’ve read all about your programs of so-called welfare, and health-care, and other miasma filled bureaucracy. From what I can tell, most of the resources go to those who already have resources to spare. What ruler allows their subjects to suffer so?”

“Oh, so you arrived and blew everything to shit to be a benevolent king?” Fury spat.

“There is no such thing as homelessness, or hunger, on Asgard.” Loki hissed. “No one dies because their wounds or ailments go untreated.”

“Well, we’re not a world of bottomless resources.” Fury bit back.

“You have more than enough!” Loki stepped closer.

“Loki.” Bruce’s quiet voice cut through the tension. “Let’s dial it back, and get on topic.”

He took a deep breath, giving Banner a subtle nod of his head, before returning to the window.

Tony fought to keep the smirk off his face. He never imagined Loki and Banner swimming in the same side of social politics pool. “Yeah, ah, what’s up doc?”

“Loki wants to help with the rescues.”

“I can locate survivors better than your technology. I can communicate with them if needed when you cannot. Besides, the use of my magic and my strength is as useful as yours in mere physical aspects of reaching the living.”

“Locating survivors would be a big advantage.” Steve easily admitted. “People may not be willing to accept your help, though.”

“There’s no need of them to know it is me.” Loki turned toward the Captain. A green shimmer fell over his body. Standing before them was a man, only vaguely similar in face. His hair was short and light brown. His face sported a light scruff of a beard. His skin took on a slightly more golden tone. He wore jeans and Stark issue pullover.

“Just can do that whenever you want, huh?” Fury sighed.

“Yes.” Loki smiled. “Man, woman, any shape or form I wish. It is a key part of my nature.”

“Gotta be fun for Princess Buttercup.” Tony mumbled. Banner’s eyes widened. The corner of Loki’s lip twitched.

“Would this take away from the other work you’re doing?” Steve, ever the practical one, wanted to stay on point.

“I do not have the need of sleep that you mortals do.”

“Why?” Fury crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

“What do you mean?” Bruce began, but Fury held up a hand.

“I want to know why, after three days, is Mr. High-and-mighty all of sudden interested in the welfare of a bunch of mortal ants under his boot.” Fury growled.

“I am interested in fulfilling my vow to the AllFather as completely and as quickly as possible. The century duration of the sentence is at his discretion. I intend to be far away from this rock long before the one hundred years are spent.” Loki lied easily.

Steve knew it was a lie. He’d seen the agony you’d been in evening before. Loki’s concern for your welfare and what he’d witnessed of your connection led him to believe that the Asgardian’s interest grew from his need to understand your pain. It was enough for him to believe in Loki intentions. “Okay, I’m in charge of the rescue effort. Let’s go figure out how to best work you in.”

Loki turned his eyes from Fury, settling instead on Rogers. He gave him a small bow of his head. “I’m at your disposal, Captain.”

You rolled over crawling from the fogginess of deep sleep. The pink rays of early sunlight broker through the cracks in the curtains. Frowning, you realized you were alone. Sitting up, you called out. “Loki?”

“Yes, my pet.” His form simmered into existence at the foot of the bed. “It’s early, why are you not sleeping?”

It took a moment for your brain to catch up with what you just saw. You frowned. “You’re not here, are you?”

Loki smile. “So perceptive. No, little one, I am downstairs meeting with Captain Rogers. Worry not. You should sleep some more.”

“No,” You stretched and kicked off the covers. “I’m up.”

“Mmm,” He purred drinking in the sight of your naked form. “Then I shall complete our meeting and join you shortly.”

You smiled, amazed the Loki standing in front of you wasn’t real. Although, you realized, you couldn’t smell him. He always smelled wonderful. “Finish what you’re doing. I’m just going to take a bath anyway.”

He chuckled. “In that case, I will be there all the sooner. Besides, I have news.”

A/N: Thanks to everyone for hanging in there. I’ve finally circled around to this and have four chapters in the works!

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Regression Modeling Week 4 Logistic Regression for Binary Response Variable

Question for this part

Is Having Relatives with Drinking Problems associated with current drinking status?

Parameters

I kept the parameters for this question the same as all the other question. I limited this study to participants who started drinking more than sips or tastes of alcohol between the ages of 5 and 83.

Explanation of Variables

Response Variable: If the participant is currently drinking (Binary – Yes/No) – CONSUMER

· I consolidated Ex-drinker and Lifetime Abstainer into a No category for the purposes of this experiment.

Explanatory Variables:

· TOTALRELATIVES: If the participant has relatives with drinking problems or alcohol dependence (Binary – Yes/No)

o If a participant has one or more relatives with drinking problems, they are consolidated into the Yes category.

· ALCABUSE_c: age of onset of alcohol abuse

· ALCDEPENDENCE_c: age of onset of alcohol dependence

· SEX – Male coded 1, Female coded 0

Logistical Regression for Drinking Status and Number of Relatives with Drinking Problems or Alcohol Dependence

The upper right-hand corner of the model gives us the number of observations, 18,873, and the upper left-hand corner indicated the response variable of CONSUMER. CONSUMER is the current drinking status of the participant. The regression is significant because the P value is less than 0.0001.

Because the response variable can only be either one or zero, generating a linear equation is not the best idea here. Instead, I will calculate the Odds Ratio. The odds ratio is the probability of an event occurring in one compared to the probability of an even occurring in the other group.

Odds Ratios

Both my response variable and explanatory variable are binary, coded zero and one. I can interpret the results in the following way. Participants who started drinking more than sips or tastes of alcohol between the ages of 5 and 83 with relatives with drinking problems or alcohol dependence are 1.14 times more likely to be currently drinkers than participants who started drinking more than sips if tastes of alcohol between the ages of 5 and 83 without any relatives with drinking problems or alcohol dependence.

Confidence Interval

The Confidence Intervals indicate that there’s a 95% certainty that the 2 population odds ratio will fall between 1.06 and 1.23. This gives a better picture of how much this value would for a different sample drawn from the population.

Logistical Regression for Drinking Status and age of onset of alcohol abuse

The upper right-hand corner of the model gives us the number of observations, 10,265, and the upper left-hand corner indicated the response variable of CONSUMER. CONSUMER is the current drinking status of the participant. The regression is significant because the P value is less than 0.0001.

Odds Ratios

Both my response variable and explanatory variable are binary, coded zero and one. I can interpret the results in the following way. Participants who started drinking more than sips or tastes of alcohol between the ages of 5 and 83 with an age of onset of alcohol abuse are 0.98 times more likely to be currently drinkers than participants who started drinking more than sips if tastes of alcohol between the ages of 5 and 83 who do not have an age of onset of alcohol abuse.

Confidence Interval

The Confidence Intervals indicate that there’s a 95% certainty that the 2 population odds ratio will fall between 0.98 and 0.99. This gives a better picture of how much this value would for a different sample drawn from the population.

Logistical Regression for Drinking Status and age of onset of alcohol dependence

The upper right-hand corner of the model gives us the number of observations, 4,991, and the upper left-hand corner indicated the response variable of CONSUMER. CONSUMER is the current drinking status of the participant. The regression is not significant because the P value is less than 0.113.

Logistical Regression for Drinking Status and gender

The upper right-hand corner of the model gives us the number of observations, 33,891, and the upper left-hand corner indicated the response variable of CONSUMER. CONSUMER is the current drinking status of the participant. The regression is significant because the P value is less than 0.0001.

Odds Ratios

Both my response variable and explanatory variable are binary, coded zero and one. I can interpret the results in the following way. Participants who started drinking more than sips or tastes of alcohol between the ages of 5 and 83 with an age of onset of alcohol abuse and are male are 0.74 times more likely to be currently drinkers than participants who started drinking more than sips if tastes of alcohol between the ages of 5 and 83 who are female.

Confidence Interval

The Confidence Intervals indicate that there’s a 95% certainty that the 2 population odds ratio will fall between 0.70 and 0.77. This gives a better picture of how much this value would for a different sample drawn from the population.

Regression Model with All Variables

The regression analysis indications a significant association between CONSUMER and the following thee explanatory variables age of onset of alcohol abuse (P value of 0.002), if you have relatives with drinking problems (P value of 0.005), and age of onset of alcohol dependence (P value of 0.035). Gender does not indicate a significant association because the P value is 0.235.

Summary

I think that there is some confounding happening with one explanatory variable. In the logistical regression, gender has a significant association with drinking status, but in the regression model with all the explanatory variables gender does not have a significant association. I have already adjusted for potential confounding factors: age of onset of alcohol dependence and age of onset of alcohol abuse. I am a little confused on how to find a mean for gender because they are two separate entities.

In the logistical regression and the regression model with all variables, age of onset of alcohol abuse and if you have relatives with drinking problems or alcohol abuse both indicated statistically significant associations with drinking status.

My original of question was - Is Having Relatives with Drinking Problems associated with current drinking status? The null hypothesis can be rejected because the models suggest there is an association between having relatives with drinking problems and current drinking status.

Python Code

import numpy import pandas import statsmodels.api as sm import seaborn import statsmodels.formula.api as smf import matplotlib.pyplot as plt

# bug fix for display formats to avoid run time errors pandas.set_option('display.float_format', lambda x:'%.2f'%x)

pandas.set_option('display.max_rows', 500) pandas.set_option('display.max_columns', 500) pandas.set_option('display.width', 1000)

data = pandas.read_csv('nesarc_pds.csv', low_memory=False)

################################################################ #DATA MANAGEMENT ################################################################

#setting variables you will be working with to numeric data['IDNUM'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['IDNUM'], errors='coerce') data['AGE'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['AGE'], errors='coerce') data['SEX'] = pandas.to_numeric(data['SEX'], errors='coerce') data['S2AQ16A'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2AQ16A'], errors='coerce') data['S2BQ2D'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2BQ2D'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ1'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ1'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ2'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ2'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ11'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ11'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ12'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ12'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ13A'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ13A'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ13B'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ13B'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ7C1'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ7C1'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ7C2'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ7C2'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ8C1'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ8C1'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ8C2'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ8C2'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ9C1'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ9C1'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ9C2'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ9C2'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ10C1'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ10C1'], errors='coerce') data['S2DQ10C2'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2DQ10C2'], errors='coerce') data['S2BQ3A'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S2BQ3A'], errors='coerce')

###### WEEK 4 ADDITIONS #####

#hispanic or latino data['S1Q1C'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S1Q1C'], errors='coerce')

#american indian or alaskan native data['S1Q1D1'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S1Q1D1'], errors='coerce')

#black or african american data['S1Q1D3'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S1Q1D3'], errors='coerce')

#asian data['S1Q1D2'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S1Q1D2'], errors='coerce')

#native hawaiian or pacific islander data['S1Q1D4'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S1Q1D4'], errors='coerce')

#white data['S1Q1D5'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['S1Q1D5'], errors='coerce')

#consumer data['CONSUMER'] =pandas.to_numeric(data['CONSUMER'], errors='coerce')

###### END WEEK 4 ADDITIONS #####

sub1=data[['IDNUM', 'AGE', 'SEX', 'S2AQ16A', 'S2BQ2D', 'S2BQ3A', 'S2DQ1', 'S2DQ2', 'S2DQ11', 'S2DQ12', 'S2DQ13A', 'S2DQ13B', 'S2DQ7C1', 'S2DQ7C2', 'S2DQ8C1', 'S2DQ8C2', 'S2DQ9C1', 'S2DQ9C2', 'S2DQ10C1', 'S2DQ10C2', 'S1Q1C', 'S1Q1D1', 'S1Q1D2', 'S1Q1D3', 'S1Q1D4', 'S1Q1D5', 'CONSUMER']]

sub2=sub1.copy()

#setting variables you will be working with to numeric cols = sub2.columns sub2[cols] = sub2[cols].apply(pandas.to_numeric, errors='coerce')

#subset data to people age 6 to 80 who have become alcohol dependent sub3=sub2[(sub2['S2AQ16A']>=5) & (sub2['S2AQ16A']<=83)]

#make a copy of my new subsetted data sub4 = sub3.copy()

#WEEK 3 TAKE OUT UNKNOWNS

print("sub4 dropped rows with all unknowns show first 10") sub4.dropna(how='all') b=sub4.head(10) print(b)

#Explanatory Variables for Relatives #recode - nos set to zero recode1 = {1: 1, 2: 0, 3: 0}

sub4['DAD']=sub4['S2DQ1'].map(recode1) sub4['MOM']=sub4['S2DQ2'].map(recode1) sub4['PATGRANDDAD']=sub4['S2DQ11'].map(recode1) sub4['PATGRANDMOM']=sub4['S2DQ12'].map(recode1) sub4['MATGRANDDAD']=sub4['S2DQ13A'].map(recode1) sub4['MATGRANDMOM']=sub4['S2DQ13B'].map(recode1) sub4['PATBROTHER']=sub4['S2DQ7C2'].map(recode1) sub4['PATSISTER']=sub4['S2DQ8C2'].map(recode1) sub4['MATBROTHER']=sub4['S2DQ9C2'].map(recode1) sub4['MATSISTER']=sub4['S2DQ10C2'].map(recode1)

#### WEEK 4 ADDITIONS #### sub4['HISPLAT']=sub4['S1Q1C'].map(recode1) sub4['AMERIND']=sub4['S1Q1D1'].map(recode1) sub4['ASIAN']=sub4['S1Q1D2'].map(recode1) sub4['BLACK']=sub4['S1Q1D3'].map(recode1) sub4['PACISL']=sub4['S1Q1D4'].map(recode1) sub4['WHITE']=sub4['S1Q1D5'].map(recode1) sub4['CONSUMER']=sub4['CONSUMER'].map(recode1) #### END WEEK 4 ADDITIONS ####

#Replacing unknowns with NAN sub4['DAD']=sub4['DAD'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['MOM']=sub4['MOM'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['PATGRANDDAD']=sub4['PATGRANDDAD'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['PATGRANDMOM']=sub4['PATGRANDMOM'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['MATGRANDDAD']=sub4['MATGRANDDAD'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['MATGRANDMOM']=sub4['MATGRANDMOM'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['PATBROTHER']=sub4['PATBROTHER'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['PATSISTER']=sub4['PATSISTER'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['MATBROTHER']=sub4['MATBROTHER'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['MATSISTER']=sub4['MATSISTER'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['S2DQ7C1']=sub4['S2DQ7C1'].replace(99, numpy.nan) sub4['S2DQ8C1']=sub4['S2DQ8C1'].replace(99, numpy.nan) sub4['S2DQ9C1']=sub4['S2DQ9C1'].replace(99, numpy.nan) sub4['S2DQ10C1']=sub4['S2DQ10C1'].replace(99, numpy.nan) sub4['S2AQ16A']=sub4['S2AQ16A'].replace(99, numpy.nan) sub4['S2BQ2D']=sub4['S2BQ2D'].replace(99, numpy.nan) sub4['S2BQ3A']=sub4['S2BQ3A'].replace(99, numpy.nan)

#add parents togetheR sub4['IFPARENTS'] = sub4['DAD'] + sub4['MOM']

#add grandparents together sub4['IFGRANDPARENTS'] = sub4['PATGRANDDAD'] + sub4['PATGRANDMOM'] + sub4['MATGRANDDAD'] + sub4['MATGRANDMOM']

#add IF aunts and uncles together sub4['IFUNCLEAUNT'] = sub4['PATBROTHER'] + sub4['PATSISTER'] + sub4['MATBROTHER'] + sub4['MATSISTER']

#add SUM uncle and aunts together sub4['SUMUNCLEAUNT'] = sub4['S2DQ7C1'] + sub4['S2DQ8C1'] + sub4['S2DQ9C1'] + sub4['S2DQ10C1']

#add relatives together sub4['SUMRELATIVES'] = sub4['IFPARENTS'] + sub4['IFGRANDPARENTS'] + sub4['SUMUNCLEAUNT']

def TOTALRELATIVES (row): if row['SUMRELATIVES'] == 0 : return 0 elif row['SUMRELATIVES'] >= 1 : return 1

sub4['TOTALRELATIVES'] = sub4.apply (lambda row: TOTALRELATIVES (row), axis=1)

print("first 25 rows of age of dependence with IFPARENTS, IFGRANDPARENTS, SUMUNCLEAUNT, AND TOTALRELATIVES ") sub6 = sub4[['S2BQ2D', 'IFPARENTS', 'IFGRANDPARENTS', 'SUMUNCLEAUNT', 'TOTALRELATIVES']] a=sub6.head(25) print(a)

#for Freq Table print("counts for Total Relatives") freq1 = sub4['TOTALRELATIVES'].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False) print (freq1)

print("Percentages for Total Relatives") Per1 = sub4['TOTALRELATIVES'].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False, normalize=True) print (Per1)

# sum symptoms sub4['TOTALRELATIVES_COUNT'] = numpy.nansum([sub4['DAD'], sub4['MOM'], sub4['PATGRANDDAD'], sub4['PATGRANDMOM'], sub4['MATGRANDDAD'], sub4['MATGRANDMOM'], sub4['S2DQ7C1'], sub4['S2DQ8C1'], sub4['S2DQ9C1'], sub4['S2DQ10C1']], axis=0)

# check to make sure sum code worked chksum=sub4[['IDNUM','DAD', 'MOM', 'PATGRANDDAD', 'PATGRANDMOM', 'MATGRANDDAD', 'MATGRANDMOM', 'S2DQ7C1', 'S2DQ8C1', 'S2DQ9C1', 'S2DQ10C1', 'TOTALRELATIVES_COUNT']] chksum.head(n=50)

chk1d = sub4['TOTALRELATIVES_COUNT'].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False) print (chk1d)

c1 = sub4["TOTALRELATIVES"].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False) print(c1) c2 = sub4["AGE"].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False) print(c2)

#TOTAL RELATIVES VS AGE OF MORE THAN SIPS sub4['TOTALRELATIVES'] = sub4.apply (lambda x: TOTALRELATIVES (x), axis=1) print (pandas.crosstab(sub4['S2AQ16A'], sub4['TOTALRELATIVES']))

#week 3 additions

#age of onset of alcohol dependence c3 = sub4["S2BQ2D"].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False) print(c3)

#age of onset of alcohol abuse c4 = sub4["S2BQ3A"].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False) print(c4)

#week 4 additions

# 4 category ethnicity variable #new ETHNICITY variable, categorical 1 through 5 def ETHNICITY (row): if row['HISPLAT'] == 1 : return 0 if row['WHITE'] == 1 : return 1 if row['BLACK'] == 1: return 2 if row['ASIAN'] == 1: return 3 if row['AMERIND'] == 1: return 4 if row['PACISL'] == 1: return 5 sub4['ETHNICITY'] = sub4.apply (lambda row: ETHNICITY (row),axis=1)

sub4['ETHNICITY'] = pandas.to_numeric(sub4['ETHNICITY'], errors='coerce') recode2 = {0: 0, 1: 1, 2: 2, 3: 3, 4: 4, 5: 4}

sub4['ETHNICITY'] = sub4['ETHNICITY'].replace(9, numpy.nan) sub4['ETHNICITY2'] = sub4['ETHNICITY'].map(recode2)

c5 = sub4["ETHNICITY"].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False) print(c5)

c6 = sub4["ETHNICITY2"].value_counts(sort=False, dropna=False) print(c6)

################################################################ # END DATA MANAGEMENT ################################################################

################################################################ # CATEGORICAL VARIABLES WITH 3+ CATEGORIES ################################################################

# adding age alcohol dependence, age alcohol abuse, age, sex, and ethrace as explanatory variables

# center quantitative IVs for regression analysis sub4['ALCDEPENDENCE_c'] = (sub4['S2BQ2D'] - sub4['S2BQ2D'].mean()) print (sub4['ALCDEPENDENCE_c'].mean())

sub4['age_c'] = (sub4['AGE'] - sub4['AGE'].mean()) print (sub4['age_c'].mean())

sub4['ALCABUSE_c'] = (sub4['S2BQ3A'] - sub4['S2BQ3A'].mean()) print (sub4['ALCABUSE_c'].mean())

sub7 = sub4[['S2AQ16A', 'S2BQ2D', 'S2BQ3A', 'TOTALRELATIVES']].dropna()

# adding 4 category ethnicity/race. Reference group coding is called "Treatment" coding in python

# and the default reference catergory is the group with a value = 0 (Hispanic) print("the default reference catergory is the group with a value = 0 (Hispanic)") reg6 = smf.ols('S2AQ16A ~ TOTALRELATIVES + ALCABUSE_c + ALCDEPENDENCE_c + age_c + SEX + C(ETHNICITY2)', data=sub4).fit() print (reg6.summary())

# can override the default ad specify a different reference group

# non-Hispanic White as reference group print("non-Hispanic White as reference group") reg7 = smf.ols('S2AQ16A ~ TOTALRELATIVES + ALCABUSE_c + ALCDEPENDENCE_c + age_c + SEX + C(ETHNICITY2, Treatment(reference=1))', data=sub4).fit() print (reg7.summary())

# non-Hispanic black as reference group print("non-Hispanic black as reference group") reg8 = smf.ols('S2AQ16A ~ TOTALRELATIVES + ALCABUSE_c + ALCDEPENDENCE_c + age_c + SEX + C(ETHNICITY2, Treatment(reference=2))', data=sub4).fit() print (reg8.summary())

# non-Hispanic asian as reference group print("non-Hispanic other as reference group") reg9 = smf.ols('S2AQ16A ~ TOTALRELATIVES + ALCABUSE_c + ALCDEPENDENCE_c + age_c + SEX + C(ETHNICITY2, Treatment(reference=3))', data=sub4).fit() print (reg9.summary())

# non-Hispanic other as reference group print("non-Hispanic other as reference group") reg10 = smf.ols('S2AQ16A ~ TOTALRELATIVES + ALCABUSE_c + ALCDEPENDENCE_c + age_c + SEX + C(ETHNICITY2, Treatment(reference=4))', data=sub4).fit() print (reg10.summary())

################################################################ # CATEGORICAL VARIABLES WITH 3+ CATEGORIES ################################################################

################################################################ # LOGISTIC REGRESSION ################################################################

#logistical regression Total Relatives print("logistal regression with CONSUMER AND TOTALRELATIVES") lreg1 = smf.logit(formula = 'CONSUMER ~ TOTALRELATIVES', data = sub4).fit() print(lreg1.summary())

#Odds Ratios print("Odds Ratios total relatives") print(numpy.exp(lreg1.params))

#confidence interval print("Confidence Intervals total relatives") params = lreg1.params conf = lreg1.conf_int() conf['OR'] = params conf.columns = ['Lower CI', 'Upper CI', 'OR'] print (numpy.exp(conf))

#logistical regression alcabuse print("logistal regression with CONSUMER AND ALCABUSE_c") lreg2 = smf.logit(formula = 'CONSUMER ~ ALCABUSE_c', data = sub4).fit() print(lreg2.summary())

#Odds Ratios print("Odds Ratios for ALCABUSE") print(numpy.exp(lreg2.params))

#confidence interval print("Confidence Intervals alcabuse") params = lreg2.params conf = lreg2.conf_int() conf['OR'] = params conf.columns = ['Lower CI', 'Upper CI', 'OR'] print (numpy.exp(conf))

#logistical regression alcdependence print("logistal regression with CONSUMER AND ALCDEPENDENCE_c") lreg3 = smf.logit(formula = 'CONSUMER ~ ALCDEPENDENCE_c', data = sub4).fit() print(lreg3.summary())

#Odds Ratios print("Odds Ratios for ALCDEPENDENCE") print(numpy.exp(lreg3.params))

#confidence interval print("Confidence Intervals alcdependence") params = lreg3.params conf = lreg3.conf_int() conf['OR'] = params conf.columns = ['Lower CI', 'Upper CI', 'OR'] print (numpy.exp(conf))

#logistical regression sex print("logistal regression with CONSUMER AND SEX") lreg4 = smf.logit(formula = 'CONSUMER ~ SEX', data = sub4).fit() print(lreg4.summary())

#Odds Ratios print("Odds Ratios for SEX") print(numpy.exp(lreg4.params))

#confidence interval print("Confidence Intervals SEX") params = lreg4.params conf = lreg4.conf_int() conf['OR'] = params conf.columns = ['Lower CI', 'Upper CI', 'OR'] print (numpy.exp(conf))

#Regression Model All Variables print("Regression Model All Variables") reg10 = smf.ols('CONSUMER ~ ALCABUSE_c + TOTALRELATIVES + ALCDEPENDENCE_c + SEX', data=sub4).fit() print (reg10.summary())

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isleofandroids · 6 years ago

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Partners: Part Three (RK900 x Reader)

Fandom Detroit: Become Human

Word Count 1,714

Summary After being paired with the new addition to the DPD, you have to learn how to deal with the post-android events

PART ONE TWO

Tags [if your name is crossed out, that means I wasn’t able to actually tag you] @x6-15 @sherlockspie @yallgotkik @avereality @riridmanngrl @jamiethenerdymonster @not-a-kat

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Nothing but darkness was what greeted you after finding a way inside. You didn't think you'd ever have to be in such a run down place, even with this job. The only source of light came from small openings through the wooden planks against the two entrances, and cracks in the edges of the ceiling. Glass, rocks and debris littered the entire floor and made no spot safe to step on without caution. There were sounds of fluttering wings and screeches that echoed through the abandoned building, moving from one area to the next with fading volume. The shadows from both you and Conner became giants on the chipped walls, creating more of an eerie feel to the whole situation.

“Your heart rate has increased by five beats a minute.”

“Really? I didn't notice.” You uttered, trying to calm your rapid heart by taking deep, quiet breaths. Anything was better than hearing Conner's statistics about health echo in a deteriorating warehouse.

“If this atmosphere carries an affect on your health, it would be wise to leave the rest of the search for the deviant to me. This will only slow us down.”

“Gee, thanks for the pep talk.” You replied sarcastically, continuing deeper into the abandoned space with cautious steps. The rhythm of your walking was soon the only thing heard from either of you as he kept the identical pace.

The android was already watching you carefully from the moment you entered the building. The subtle babysitting procedure was quite intensified once the sudden change in your chest was discovered. He took note of the incident and the assumption that the environment was the cause, and made another mental note not to allow you to join in on such excavations. As not only did it seem like it would always have a breach in your cardiac state, but it would stall any progress from the missions being completed. And there was not going to be room for error on his watch.

“I am curious as to why you took such a position in law enforcement when the mere appearance of this establishment has your heart beating in a slightly erratic state. Surely any cardiatric issues would deem you unfit for duties out in the field.” You groaned quietly, not bothering to reply so he would get the hint that you wanted and needed the quiet. If he was going to continue on speaking just to criticize your choice of career, you would at least have him do it when you weren't in a situation that could hold any level of danger.

As you ventured deeper into the nearly vacant, concrete room, you came upon a set of ancient looking stairs. The metal of the railing was cold, but the amount of time gone by without proper maintenance built a layer of dark copper rust that left bare scratches against the surface of your palms each time you used it to steady yourself on a weak step. The sound of creaks and decent dents in the material didn’t help settle any doubts on the stability of the staircase. Regardless, however, you continued upward. The surroundings were nothing void of an ominous and dangerous feel, as old machines and broken pieces of large metal or steel objects were scattered across the second level of the building. Tattered work uniforms were bundled into a corner - you lifted one up and observed its appearance. You tossed it back down and lightly kicked the almost oddly shaped pile of worn out clothing, nearly flinching when a rat appeared from under some of the shirts and ran across the dusty ground to a new hiding place. You let out a small breath and shook your head, I shouldn’t let small stuff get to me. That plastic babysitter of mine might force me out of the search.

Conner’s voice was heard from behind after the incident, though with the back and forth way he’d been acting lately a form of communication wasn’t something you wanted to reignite unless necessary. It became a muffled sound once you blocked it from your mind, needing to make yourself focus on the possible rogue android. The only thing you allowed to enter your system about the man beside you was whether he would actually allow an open chance to bring in the deviant without threats or shoot outs being made. The offer itself - no matter how tempting it seemed - wasn’t convincing enough for you to drop everything you thought about. Conner was a force to be reckoned with and an impossible person to reason with, the complete opposite of his counterpart. You only agreed to do take on this case because staying ahead of the newer model by even a few steps would give you a quicker advantage in case he falls back on his word.

The movement of your nose wrinkling wasn’t missed while you slowly paraded around the cement flooring, unusual odors filling your nostrils and causing a displeasing scent to invade one of your five senses. Despite the almost repulse you felt, it carried a scent that stood out above the rest. One that you knew all too well from months of deviant cases and working with the hotheaded machine. While the smell of thirium resembled an echo inside of system of senses, it was impossible for you to follow the exact trail that would eventually lead to the supposed fugitive. With a quiet huff, you glanced back at your partner. “Conner.” He looked away from the old equipment. “I need you to look for any blue blood up that leads further in.”

“Yes, Y/N.” The RK900 gave a subtle nod before walking ahead of you, his inaudible steps still echoing a form of sound that bounced off the walls. You stayed put, waiting for the man to announce any findings the more he surveyed the area. The opportunity was used in observing the rest of the room, trying to catch anything that could have given away the exact location. The situation itself was weird - there weren't any tracks outside, no handprints on the walls or floor inside. There was a significant lack of parts that could've been lost and damaged that would've ended up abandoned somewhere. As well as the well hidden streaks of thirium that was likely to lost during the deviant's escape. The visit to the house before being led to the warehouse wasn't much help; the woman there was very vague and only gave real attention to the price of a replacement android rather than finding the current one. The absence of evidence and trails was beginning to get frustrating. You were so into the extra effort of detective work that you didn't hear your partner calling you. You looked over to see Conner waving his hand in his direction, motioning for you to go over.

You followed the man through a hall off to the side with only one window at the end. The cement ground was especially dirty with excessively accumulated dust and small bugs crawling about the nooks and crannies. Your face scrunched up each time you needed to flick one off of your jacket, so much so that an amused expression flashed across the CyberLife creation's face before disappearing just as quickly. He kept a fraction of a distance ahead as he led you to a large, separate room. It was the emptiest spot in the whole building save for a rusted old elevator built in the center of the back wall. As the two of you approached the contraption, you saw that the shaft itself was gone. You stepped toward the edge of the space and looked down, seeing nothing but darkness below. “Any blue blood?”

Conner stepped up beside you and lifted his chin as he looked up. “There are spots and fingerprints along the cables that lead to an opening for the roof - right where that thin streak of light is coming from.” He tilted his head sightly, “The trail ends there. If we can get to the top and open the door, I will be able to pinpoint the exact location of the deviant.”

You nodded along, humming at the end while you thought about the predicament. Surely there was another entrance that would take you both to the rooftop without any extra force being needed. Nothing in the room gave way to an alternative, nor did the building itself really have anything but old, broken products and equipment. However, you did recall seeing a window beside the doorway that brought you to this room. So with only a simple nod in the other direction, you led the animated detective back the way you came. The bottom panel of the window was cracked, almost as if someone had tried to break it open with a rock or other hard object, but other than that it was still closed and locked. You pulled down one of the sleeves of your jacket so it covered your dominant arm completely, and used your elbow to break through the weakened glass. Clear shards fell far into the grass down below, and you cleared away any loose pieces before turning the outdoor latch. You lifted up the window and swung a leg over to sit at the ledge, using a nearby tree branch to lift yourself up. You turned your head to look after the frozen animatronic. “Come on, Conner.”

“There is a twenty-six percent chance that you will fail, Detective.”

“Which means there's a seventy-four percent chance I won't. So hurry up.”

Conner blinked, the LED on the side of his temple switching into a glowing yellow while he contemplated the success rate of this stunt. The odds calculated to ending in your favor if done right, yet the level of stupidity you carried in that moment was something that irked the robot. Not only were you putting yourself in harms way, but you were doing something with no guarantee that it would provide the wanted deviant in the end. If it heard you, it could run again. And that would've been a huge step back from the present case at hand.

With his normal frown etched onto his human features, he begrudgingly climbed out of the window to join you.

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andypantsx3 · 4 years ago

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statistically significant | 7 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

One month later

The Hero Awards certainly did not disappoint the second time around.

Though you’d spent the last few months in the company of some of these heroes, you couldn’t help but linger on the sidelines as they stalked their way down the walkway, staring in awe. As before, they were decked out in their absolute best, glimmering in jewel toned dresses with daring cutouts, or carving dashing profiles in well-fitted suits. Reporters and fans swarmed the sides of the red carpet, roiling like a pot reaching an agitated boil.

Their excitement was so palpable it hung heavy in the air, absolutely contagious. Maybe it was the fact that you knew some of the heroes up for awards tonight personally, but the potential of the evening simmered under your skin, a soft but constant hum of frenetic energy.

Or maybe some of that was due to the fact that this year, you’d been able to convince your boss to shell out the extra cash for the full dinner option. No longer would you need to smuggle snacks into your dress--this evening, you were a solid professional.

Which was a good thing, really, as the dress in question was not altogether any more secure or supportive than your dress from last year. You’d tried to angle for a thicker fabric and a little more of a conservative design, but several people had aired opinions on your choices over the course of the last few weeks, and you’d ended up in a thin swathe of delicate fabric that was really quite pretty, if you did say so yourself, but would support a grand total of maybe two popcorn kernels.

“You’re looking awfully forlorn over here,” someone chirped by your ear.

You startled, whirling to find Mina behind you, looking rosy and radiant in a form-fitting dress only a few shades lighter than her skin tone. Tiny pearls and clusters of glittering pink diamonds were stitched carefully into the fabric, winking at you as she moved, as bright as the conspiratorial grin she wore. She looked absolutely fabulous--she was one of the people who’d bullied you into the snackless gown, and you could begrudgingly admit that the girl had taste.

“Is it because a certain hotheaded blonde isn’t here yet?” she asked, a pink eyebrow going up.

You flushed. “Mina--oh my god, no. Not everything is about him, you know.”

She idly inspected a nail, looking supremely unconvinced. “Someone should tell him that, then.”

You huffed a laugh. The last time you’d been at the Awards, you’d said as much to him yourself. But a year later, the message was still not exactly being received.

“I’m actually thinking about dinner. I’m literally starving,” you complained, trying to divert the subject.

Mina nodded sympathetically. “I have a six pack and I still had to suck in to fit into this shit.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled sympathetically. You weren’t proud of what it was going to be like when you were finally unleashed on that multi-course dinner, but god it was gonna be worth it.

Several shrieks went up in the crowd of fans behind you, and you looked over your shoulder in alarm. Your pulse relaxed slightly when you realized it was just another pro sauntering down the walkway, but then the lights flickered off ashy blonde locks, and your pulse jumped violently. You jerked in surprise.

Mina didn’t even try to suppress her snort as you turned around fully, eyes pulled like a magnet to Bakugou as he stalked down the red carpet. Even looking like he would rather be anywhere else, and moving briskly over the carpet like he was going in for a kill, he still looked better than he had any right to. The charcoal of his suit--stitched with deep ruby flowers so dark they were almost black--brought out the piercing scarlet of his eyes, and your heart leapt into your mouth when those eyes cut over to meet yours.

His expression didn’t change, and he kept moving, but you flushed all the way from your head to your toes at the intensity behind his look.

Mina made a disgusted noise. “You’re both like a dog with a bone.”

You glared at her accusingly. “We literally just looked at each other.”

She clicked her tongue. “Please, he all but just pissed on you to mark his territory.”

Before you could reply, she called out, catching sight of Kirishima, and seized you to drag you over to say hello.

You let Mina drag you around for the next half hour, making polite conversation with her high school friends, a couple of friends from other agencies, and one fashion journalist who Mina had converted into a weekly drinking buddy. Mina kept the conversation light and easy, and you enjoyed yourself for the most part, though you almost passed out when a very distinct head of green curls materialized over her shoulder and then Midoriya Izuku--better known as the number one hero Deku--was smiling at you eagerly.

Things got even weirder when he appeared to not only already know who you were, but knew a great deal about your work, enough to ask some very detailed questions about your training model software that was going into production a couple months from now. Mina had the gall to cut into the conversation to call you both huge nerds, though she’d directly benefited from the model herself.

The conversation was unfortunately cut short when a calloused hand flung itself in front of your face and a rough voice sounded from over your shoulder. “Stop sticking your nose in my fucking business, Deku.”

You whipped around to find Bakugou glaring over your head at his former classmate. His hand closed around your shoulder and dragged you closer to him.

“I was just asking about her model, Kacchan,” Midoriya said patiently. “It’ll be great to be able to compare my movements directly with some of the other heroes in almost real time! Ojirou’s been trying out some new fighting forms and I was thinking I should try to adapt them to work into my shoot style--”

“Just because you couch it in nerd shit doesn’t mean you’re not trying to spy on me, fuckstick,” Bakugou said. “Stop poking your nose into my relationship like the town fucking gossip.”

Midoriya flushed a little, looking slightly chastened when you turned back to him in question. He gave you an embarrassed little smile. “I did want to meet you for reasons other than your model. Kacchan’s been my friend since I was little, and I wondered what kind of person could interest him so much he wanted my perspective on your work--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou demanded, but he wasn’t fast enough.

You perked up in interest. “He asked you what?”

Bakugou bristled like a cat being dangled over a bath, but Midoriya was paying him no mind. “Right after the last Hero Awards, he’d done all this research and he asked me about whether your model results lined up with some of the personal analysis that I was doing--”

“Deku,” Bakugou’s fingers tightened on your arm, growing alarmingly warm. “If you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to punch all of your teeth straight down your throat and into your stomach.”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya protested, but he was interrupted by a call on the overhead for everyone to start taking their places in the theater interior for the awards to begin.

Bakugou used the distraction to pry you away from Midoriya. In the blink of an eye, he’d gotten you across the theater and was corralling you towards the Miruko agency tables, looking like he’d sucked on a lemon. You stifled a laugh. You’d wondered a couple months ago exactly how and when he’d figured out you were quirkless, and he’d once asked if you thought you were the only one who’d done their research.

If things were anything like you were starting to suspect, your demands that he do better at the Hero Awards had apparently aroused his interest in more ways than one.

You and Bakugou hadn’t exactly settled on formal terms for your relationship yet, and he still more often than not answered any of your interest with the assertion that you were the one with the crush on him. But this was more evidence--beyond the mysterious coffees that showed up at your workstation almost every morning--that your interest was more intensely reciprocated than he was willing to own up to.

By the time you’d settled at a table and been flanked by a grinning Mina and Kaminari, the awards were getting underway. They were thrilling to watch, something you’d had to miss out on last year when you needed to sneak out with a giant hole in the front of your dress. The heroes you’d worked with this year raked in an insane number of awards, and their elation was palpable, so thick you could almost taste it in the air. The pair of men with satyr horns were named the Best Rookie Duo, Miruko was awarded Takedown of the Year, and Kaminari clocked the Fastest Fight Win for a battle last month in which he’d rendered a villain with an aluminum quirk insensate only seconds into the fight.

A very unfortunate match up, you thought.

Mina nabbed an award for Fan Favorite, and in almost no time, it was the moment that you’d been nervously awaiting since nominations had gone out. You’d cheated, doing your own calculations behind everyone’s backs just to get a clearer picture of what his chances were, and you rather liked his odds, but there was always a chance it wouldn’t go how you thought. But this was the moment that Bakugou was up for Most Valuable Hero.

You barely heard any of the words the host was saying as he trotted out the names of the nominees, detailing some of their key accomplishments. He covered Bakugou's latest slew of assists and rescues, stats that made you feel kind of weirdly warm and proud, and then your ears strained for the syllables you’d hoped to hear.

And then:

“The winner is...our explosive number six, Ground Zero!”

It took everything in you not to leap out of your seat in joy, though something like a strangled squeal managed to escape you. Bakugou gave you an evaluating look as he got to his feet, stalking up on stage with his usual intensity.

As soon as he was up there, it struck you that allowing him time for an acceptance speech was maybe not a great idea. Graciousness was not exactly a strength of his.

“Obviously I’m the most valuable,” he growled into the mic. The stage lights glinted off his hair and teeth, making him look slightly more predatory than usual. “I didn’t need you fucks to tell me.”

A choking noise could be heard from Kirishima’s seat a couple tables over, and Mina put her head in her hands.

“What’s important is that I’m number six now and it only took me a month,” Bakugou’s head swiveled in the direction of Midoriya and you suppressed a groan. “Don’t get fucking comfortable. I’m gonna wipe the floor with every one of the top five, and next awards you’ll all be kissing my ass.”

He didn’t seem like he had much more he wanted to say, which was an incredible relief as both the host and nearby security looked about ready to wrestle him offstage.

He leapt neatly down from the stage, and when he made it back to the table, he didn’t take his seat again. Instead, he grabbed your arm, hauling you out of your seat, and then he was pulling you down the aisle and through the door to the reception area.

He pulled you past the snack table and you thought he was steering you towards the stairwell again, but at the last second he took a sudden turn, shoving you through a door into the women’s powder room. You didn’t even have enough time to formulate a question before he had you backed up against the wall, your shoulders hitting the cool stone at the same time his mouth hit yours.

His kiss was hot and demanding as always, and you lost yourself in it easily. He trailed a line of burning kisses down your neck and over your shoulder, making you shudder and shake when he lingered too long over any particular spot.

It was hard to think past the press of his body on yours, but you tried your best to formulate words.

“Katsuki--it’s--we’re in the women’s room,” you panted, embarrassed by the fact that even as you spoke, you were clutching him closer. “This is--what are you--? S-someone’s gonna come in.”

Bakugou broke apart from you just long enough to level a searching glance around the room and--spotting what he’d been looking for--hefting the trashcan in front of the door with a forceful kick to stop it shut.

“There, nerd. Now stop fucking complaining,” he rasped, immediately attaching his mouth back under your jaw. You shuddered.

“What the fuck has gotten into you,” you demanded, seizing a fistful of his blonde hair to pull him back from where he was leaving what felt like a very deep bruise over your collarbone.

He leveled you with a burning, red-eyed stare. “Like you don’t fucking know.”

You looked at him in question. “...I actually don’t.”

He tried to lean in again but you gripped his hair harder. “What? You can’t just keep throwing me up against walls, especially here. What is it with you and shoving me into weird places at the Hero Awards?”

Bakugou growled. “If you don’t shut the fuck up and let me do what I want, I’m gonna burn throught this dress too.”

You froze up, then glared at him accusingly. “I literally write the code that processes your rank. If you ever wanna come within sniffing distance of the top three, you won’t touch a single thread of this dress.”

The hands on you grew hot, but not hot enough to burn. Bakugou slid a calloused hand over the curve of your waist, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

“God, the fuckin’ attitude on you,” he said, almost reverently.

You felt your face warm under his scrutiny as he leaned closer. “You wanna know what's gotten into me? I wanted to melt that entire fucking thing off you last year. You were so fucking mouthy, such a little brat to me. Wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you right in the stairwell until you forgot you’d ever even heard of numbers.”

You shivered. Bakugou smirked, eyes darkening, leaning back in to bite under your jaw. You realized you’d lost your grip on him and willed your fingers to cooperate again.

“I fucking won that stupid award because I let you boss me around. I've waited an entire year. Now you’re gonna let me do whatever I want with you.”

Your legs went out from beneath you but Bakugou was already there, catching you under your thighs and hauling you up onto the countertop between the sinks. Your back brushed the mirror, glass cold under your shoulder blades.

“Y--you know, if you actually want to be number one, you can’t make speeches like you did,” you babbled nervously as he filled the space between your thighs. “Your public approval rating is part of your ranking, right? It’s weighted right below rescues…”

Bakugou paid you no mind, fingers already searching over your back to find the zipper to your dress. He yanked it down with little ceremony, seizing the front of your bodice to pull it off of you.

“I don’t need to be fucking nice if I’m the one saving the day,” he announced imperiously, leaning down to capture a nipple with his mouth.

Your hips jerked, and he pressed a hand to your thigh, holding you back down against the counter. Dimly, you registered that the words were familiar. “N--not--ah!--not this again.”

Bakugou didn’t deign to respond, instead doing something absolutely mind-bending with his tongue. You swore loudly, catching a fistful of his jacket. “Fuck, Katsuki!”

A hot palm slid up your thigh, gathering up the soft material of your skirt until he could slip a hand underneath. Calloused fingers trailed over your core with obvious intention. You inhaled sharply when he pressed them into you, leaning up to cover your mouth with his again.

Bakugou had you squirming wildly against him in barely a minute, snorting when you tried to get a hand on his zipper.

“Want me that bad, nerd?” he asked, pressing forehead to yours in an oddly tender move.

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna finish things myself,” you threatened, though Bakugou did not look at all as if he believed you.

He helped you get his zipper down, taking himself in hand, but he stopped just as he brushed your entrance, leaning forward to bite another kiss into your mouth.

“Now it’s time for you to make good on your end of the bet,” he growled, a smirk growing over his features. “You’ll tell me I’m the best and I was right all along.”

You stilled underneath him, disbelieving. “Are you--are you fucking serious.”

Bakugou pressed forward, just enough for you to feel the pressure of him on your clit. You fought down a noise like a whimper. Damn him.

“I jumped two ranks,” he said. “You’ll tell me I’m the best if you want me, nerd.”

“I am not gonna beg for you like this,” you announced, though it sounded a little more like a question than you had wanted it to.

Bakugou brushed his thumb over your clit again and little sparks danced over the corner of your vision. “Mmm, you’re gonna scream.”

You felt something like a tension snap inside you. Fuck it. He was so annoying but holy shit if he wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever encountered. If he needed his ego stroked, well it wasn’t nearly as much as you needed your own stroking.

You grit your teeth. “Ugh, fine--just--you’re the best, and you were right all along. Now will you please--”

You didn’t even get to finish before he was sinking into you, narrow hips fitting flush with your thighs. You swore at the feeling of fullness, and then he was moving, picking up into a frantic pace. He leaned forward, sealing his mouth over yours to swallow all the little noises you were making. It was mere minutes before you were shivering underneath him again, moving your hips to meet his, desperate for more, Katsuki, more.

“Ah fuck--so fucking good for me,” he grunted against your mouth, giving a particularly hard thrust, and that was all it took to unravel you.

You stifled a scream in the thick fabric of his jacket, arching up into him. He cursed and followed after you with a few more short thrusts, crushing you against the counter when he let his weight go slack.

You panted underneath him, catching your breath while your fingers slowly unclenched themselves from the hem of his suit jacket. Bakugou rubbed his face in the hollow of your shoulder, radiating smug satisfaction.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, nerd?” he rasped, biting down lightly where he’d left the hickey earlier.

You pulled back, looking into his face again. He looked far too pleased with himself, but he was so handsome like this, all messy hair and a kiss darkened mouth. Your irritation with him fizzled out a little.

He flashed you a predatory grin. “You said it yourself--I'm the fucking best.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop your hand from coming up and tangling in his hair. “Shut the fuck up.”

Bakugou, predictably, did not look as if he was going to shut the fuck up at all. So you took matters into your own hands, and leaned in and kissed him again.

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codevassie · 6 years ago

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Hi (ノ^o^)ノso i saw ur post about accepting one shot request and i was hoping if you could make a fluff one where Ash and Eiji are somewhat internet friends and their friends made a plan that would make them both see each other for the first time. :3c btw love your works ☺☺

CV: I don’t know what I wrote. Please, just take it.

I’m so sorry this took so long!! School is destroying me but I’m trying to do things that I enjoy so I can keep stable. Hence, this one-shot was So Much Fun to write. This turned out nothing like I thought it would though, tbh. I don’t think I’ve ever written anything like this. Which is weird bc I’ve wanted to do internet friends au for a while, and now, with the chance, I turned it into a crack fic. RIP. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Thank you for the fun request!

And, thank you so much! It’s so funny to see when people find me who already like my stuff lol. It warms my heart

Bringing his phone’s camera up, Ash took a quick picture of his shoes, kicked up on the table, to send to Eiji. It wasn’t anything special, anything significant. It was a conversation starter, because Ash was bored out of his mind and, hopefully, Eiji wasn’t too busy with class to reply.

“Nadia’s not gonna like that,” Shorter said from the table next to his in the Wong’s family-owned restaurant. His table, in contrast to Ash’s which held only his dirty red converse, was scattered in papers, covered in an incomprehensible jumble of symbols in light and harsh pencil, two different handwritings. Surprisingly, the lighter was Shorter’s, while the heavier, harsher handwriting was Sing’s, the kid from Shorter’s neighborhood he was helping with homework.

Ash shrugged, but slid his feet off the table, glancing toward the boy next to Shorter. He was frowning down at his paper, scratching his head with a cheap mechanical pencil that had the tip almost chewed completely off. He was short and had a billowy-looking jacket on. It was hard to believe he was a high school student, to be honest, and Ash wondered what it must be like to see him in his university classes. He dual-enrolled at one of the colleges close by. Sing was a smart kid. It made him wonder why he’d go to Shorter, of all people, for help. Most people didn’t typically see Shorter as the “smart” sort.

But Sing had known Shorter for most of his life, apparently. And he looked up to the guy a lot. Not that Ash, as Shorter’s best friend, knew him that well because of it. To be honest, Ash could count on a single hand how many times he’d met the kid over the years.

The kid was weird too. He didn’t really talk to Ash, and refused to look at him when Ash tried to make eye-contact. The second Ash looked away, though, he could feel the kid staring. It was a little unsettling, but he could tell Sing didn’t mean any harm, so he pretty much ignored it.

Ash’s phone buzzed where it was still safely clutched in hand, and his eyes snapped away from the two at the other table. When he looked at the screen, he confirmed his hopes with a slight leap in his heart, and clicked eagerly into his messages where a picture had been sent in response. It was of a pair of tennis shoes, walking along a sidewalk, going by the slight blurriness of the picture. Surprisingly, it was a pretty ugly picture.

Ash: i thought you said you were a photography student damn

Eiji: Meanie! For your information, I am carrying twelve hundred pounds of textbooks in my bag rn so leave me alone >:(

Ash: >:P

Eiji: >:P

Ash chuckled, about to reply again when Shorter’s voice carried over, sounding amused.

“Hey, dude, stop making kissy faces at your phone and come help with this problem.”

Ash looked up, a frown on his face. “I was not making kissy faces,” he said, defensively, shutting off his phone anyway.

“Oh, really?” Shorter asked, voice teasing. “So that wasn’t Eiji you were texting?”

Sing looked up, curious now and suddenly able to look at Ash. It took him aback for a moment. “Eiji?” he asked.

It was Ash’s turn to avoid Sing’s gaze, getting up to move over to the table. He pulled the paper toward him, looking at the problem in question while Shorter took it upon himself to explain.

“Eiji is Ash’s online crush,” he said. Ash sent him a death glare. “Online friend,” he corrected, not sounding too serious about the correction, truthfully. Ash gave up, taking a pencil and scratching out the steps to the problem on a blank sheet.

“Really?” Sing asked, sounding surprised. Ash’s pocket vibrated and he reached for it immediately. Shorter laughed.

Eiji: Natto for lunch! I know how much you like it!

Ash rolled his eyes and got to work typing out a reply. He didn’t notice the contemplative look Sing had adopted as he watched him.

-/-

To tell the truth, Eiji really didn’t like his statistics class. Math had never been his forte, no, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. His professor kind of sucked. In that way where he goes insanely fast through the material, doesn’t work any of it out on the board, and gets irritated when a student has a question. Eiji usually tried to keep an open mind about people, especially math professors, who get bad reps just for being math professors, but this guy really got on his nerves.

But, at least he had friends in this class. When Eiji entered the lecture hall that day, Yut-Lung was already sitting in his usual spot, carefully unpacking materials from his bag and placing them one-by-one on the table. When Eiji approached, he greeted Yut-Lung with a big smile.

“Good afternoon, Yut-Lung!”

Yut-Lung looked up, already sighing. His shoulders were both tense and resigned at once. With an annoyed eye, he observed Eiji moving into the seat, Eiji’s usual spot as well, beside him.

“Eiji Okumura,” he greeted, nothing but cordial. He placed a few pens neatly beside his notebook, then a calculator.

Eiji wasn’t stupid. He knew Yut-Lung wasn’t his biggest fan. But Eiji thought that maybe with a little patience and respect and kindness, he could crack that cold exterior. He wanted to be friends with Yut-Lung, and, believe it or not, he’d already made tremendous progress. It was a little dissuading at times, especially when it was almost the end of semester and Eiji couldn’t think of any reason Yut-Lung would continue seeing him when this class was over, but he wouldn’t give up.

“Hey, guys,” another voice joined and Eiji perked up. When Sing took the seat on the other side of Yut-Lung, Eiji waved. Yut-Lung even spared a ‘hello’ for the boy. Sing was, apparently, a lot better at getting to know Yut-Lung. Instead of dissuading Eiji further, however, it gave him hope. Yut-Lung could be befriended. This was the proof. Plus, Sing was a good friend of Eiji’s too and he couldn’t be mad at him for something like that.

“How are you today, Sing?” Eiji asked as Sing plopped his bag onto the table in front of him and unzipped it. Before Sing could respond, however, Eiji’s phone went off. Though he knew it was rude, Eiji couldn’t help but take it out immediately. It was a text from Ash.

Ash: good luck in hell class today

Eiji beamed at the message as his heart warmed. He’d complained about stat to Ash plenty, who even helped with his homework and studying a lot. The guy was some kind of genius with his double major, double minor, and insane knowledge in the STEM field and politics. If only he could pick what he wanted to do and stick with it.

“Who’s that?” Sing asked and Eiji looked up, blinking, having been too immersed in the phone to pick up what he’d said.

“Huh?”

“He asked who you’re texting after you asked him a question,” Yut-Lung explained, raising a single eyebrow in his direction. Eiji’s cheeks colored.

“Oh, it’s just Ash,” he explained. Yut-Lung rolled his eyes, but he could see a certain softness to them. Eiji had told Yut-Lung about Ash before. It was one topic that seemed to amuse him enough to carry on a conversation with Eiji.

“Ash?” Sing asked, sounding a little off. When Eiji looked over, there was a strange, thrilled look to his face. Eiji furrowed his brows, confused.

“Yes? He’s a friend online. I met him through my blog,” he explained. Sing laughed incredulously. “What?” Eiji asked.

But Sing just shook his head. “Nothing.”

Eiji, confused, looked over at Yut-Lung, but he ,himself, was looking at Sing with narrowed eyes. Eiji opened his mouth to ask again, but, just then, their professor spoke up, starting class. Frowning, Eiji sat back and accepted his fate. He’d just have to ask again later.

Out of sight, Sing began typing on his own phone under the table. Beside him, Yut-Lung’s phone went off in his bag. Elsewhere, Shorter’s buzzed to life.

Sing: Yut-Lung, Shorter, I think I’ve discovered something great.

-/-

It was odd how receptive Yut-Lung had been towards him lately. In class, he nodded a lot more when Eiji spoke to him. He walked with him after class until they had to split, asking questions and even calling him just ‘Eiji’ instead of the dreaded full ‘Eiji Okumura’ which made his name sound like a sin. Yut-Lung had even asked him to lunch a couple times these past few weeks.

He was a huge gossip, Eiji came to find, and used to his advantage in conversations. Eiji could gossip, and Yut-Lung loved hearing it all. For someone who liked to keep to himself, he sure liked to know everything about everyone.

One topic that Eiji already knew was a favorite of Yut-Lung’s came up quite often. But, of that, Eiji was a bit more reluctant to talk about. Ash was… special. He was Eiji’s friend. He trusted Eiji with all he told about himself. But Yut-Lung didn’t seem too interested in the personal stuff. Mostly, well…

“You haven’t told Ash how you feel yet?”

“What? How-” Eiji had squeaked, eyes wide, but Yut-Lung had waved it off.

“It’s very obvious,” he said. “Painfully.”

So. There was that. But there was also a lot of questions about the two in general. How did they meet? Did they know where one another lived? Did they know each other’s full names or what they looked like? The answer to most of these was no. Eiji and Ash didn’t talk about the surface personal things. But, they had shared pictures of themselves once before.

“So he knows what you look like?” Yut-Lung had asked, looking very interested.

“Yes?” Eiji had responded, feeling like he was missing something from the look in Yut-Lung’s eyes. But it was never explained.

As odd as it all was, Eiji was mostly just happy that he was finally getting through to Yut-Lung. And sometimes even without Sing around. Eiji was finally allowing himself to believe that maybe their friendship could survive past the semester.

So, when Yut-Lung invited him and Sing to lunch after yet another horrible statistics class, it wasn’t a surprise. Eiji cheerfully packed up his things and they headed out, walking to a simple cafe. It wasn’t Yut-Lung’s style but, having gone to lunch with Eiji and Sing, two horribly broke normal college students, he’d learned to adapt.

Today, Sing was very excited for some reason. Even Yut-Lung allowed a small smile as they walked along the sidewalk of busy lunch rush Manhattan. When Eiji had asked them about it, however, they brushed it off, leaving Eiji a bit put off. He frowned, but allowed them to continue on, walking without conversation.

When they arrived at the cafe, they approached the line and Eiji scanned the menu above the counter, outlined in chalk. Usually, Eiji just ordered a soup, but he might go for a sandwich today.

Eiji was standing directly behind someone who was taller than him, with a yellow hoodie and purple mohawk. It was a pretty cool mohawk, but Eiji knew better than to stare, so he shifted to the side in order to look up at the menu. The movement, though, was enough to bring the guy’s attention to him.

His eyes lit up as he took him in. When Eiji noticed, he looked behind him, wondering if it only looked as though the stranger looked… excited. To see… him. Eiji, however, didn’t find anything behind him to warrant the reaction. When he turned back, the guy was giving Sing a thumbs up. “Heya, Sing.”

“Shorter, what’s up, man?” Sing asked, looking behind and around the guy for a second, as if for something specific. Something missing.

“Nothing much. Just stopping by for lunch with my bud,” Shorter said, and somewhere in Eiji’s mind the name sounded familiar. Maybe Sing had mentioned him before? “He stepped into the bathroom, but he’ll be back.”

“Perfect,” Sing said. And that was a weird thing to say. But then Eiji’s phone buzzed and, for a second, he hoped it was a text from Ash, until the buzzing continued, signaling it was a call. He slipped it out of his pocket, checking the caller ID.

“Crap,” he cursed, pressing answer immediately. “Hi, Ibe. I’m sorry; I forgot I said I’d help you today. I’m on my way right now.”

Listening to Ibe’s reply, Eiji nodded, reassuring the man it was no big deal - that he could make it. He hurried to get off the phone, embarrassed at his blunder, and ready to rush over as quickly as he could.

When he did get off the phone, he turned to apologize to his friends. He was surprised to find they were already standing, watching him. Sing looked a little panicked. Even his friend Shorter looked like he had swallowed something whole, the uncomfortable feeling stuck in his throat. Eiji, however, didn’t have time.

“I’m really sorry, guys. I totally forgot I had something scheduled.”

Yut-Lung, ever the quickest and most snappish, immediately spoke up. “Now. It has to be now?”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you guys,” Eiji said, already backing away and checking the time. He could make it if he hurried. The shoot would be starting soon. “Bye, guys!”

And, with that, he darted out the door.

When Ash came out of the bathroom, he took in the scene. Shorter, Sing, who he hadn’t expected to see there, and one other guy he didn’t know, staring blankly out the door, a large empty gap between them and the register, and the employee behind it looking irritatedly their way.

“What did I miss?” he asked.

-/-

Ash was content to scroll through his phone for the rest of the day if he could. Over and over again through the same five photos. Because Eiji had uploaded new pictures to his blog, and Ash loved Eiji’s photography. It had been the reason he’d first found Eiji’s blog, spamming his own with reblogs enough that Eiji had actually reached out to say thank you. It had been a little embarrassing, but one of the best decisions of his life. If he hadn’t gone all stalker mode on Eiji’s beautiful photos, they probably would have never talked and then where would Ash be?

Not only were the photos beautiful, though, but they were completely new. Since coming to university in America, Eiji hadn’t posted anything. These were the very first, and they were of a city so alike New York that Ash held onto the tiniest hope that it was. Hence, why he seemed to determined to stare at them all day. Why he scanned them for anything familiar; why he took in every detail he could. It was a stretch. He knew that. There were plenty of cities Eiji could have gone for university. But it didn’t stop that incessant little hope.

One picture was of a tree in a city park, framed with green grass below and grey buildings above. Another was of a bakery display, the colors of each pastry popping with Eiji’s brilliant use of angles and light. Ash didn’t know much about photography, but just by how pleasing it was to the natural eye, he could tell Eiji was good.

“Let’s go out to lunch,” Shorter said.

“Are we going all the way across town again?” Ash asked. When Shorter hummed, Ash sighed. “You own a restaurant. Why do you want to go so far to grab a sandwich?”

“We don’t serve sandwiches!” Shorter protested. Ash continued to examine the photo he was on for the umpteenth time, committing it to memory. It was a street corner. No street signs. It actually looked like a dump, to be honest. It showed an alley with some trash and crumbling brick walls, but the color in the setting sun was vibrant. The red of the bricks and paleness of the sidewalk. Somehow, Eiji had directed a unique lens on the scene, as if he was looking on it all with a tender gaze. How he could see the alley with such tenderness mystified and enthralled Ash.

“The place up the street serves sandwiches,” Ash responded absently. The picture was so like New York. Ash hoped it was New York.

Maybe he should just ask Eiji…

No. That was a horrible idea. Why would Eiji trust him with that information? He was just some random dude online.

“I told Sing I’d meet him after his class, though,” Shorter argued and Ash sighed, giving up on the image for now. He put the phone in his pocket and stood up.

“Fine,” he conceded. Shorter whooped and they left. They took the bus and chatted a little. Shorter told him they were meeting Sing at a food stand, then heading to the park to meet with some of Sing’s friends. Ash grumbled a bit about meeting people, but mostly looked out the window for the ride, watching the Manhattan landscape slide past.

That was when he saw it.

He jumped to his feet, hand on the rope above their heads and calling for a stop. Shorter was already asking what the hell was up, but Ash just darted off the bus when it stopped, hoping his friend would just follow. He couldn’t explain until they were there. He didn’t want to say his suspicions out loud until he knew for sure.

It probably wasn’t anyway. He was getting his hopes up.

Ash ran until he stopped in front of an alley beside a shoe store. It wasn’t sunset, the trash had shifted and changed a bit, but, if he stood just so. Yes. That was it.

“He’s in New York,” Ash breathed.

That was when Shorter caught up. “What the hell, man?” he yelled, out of breath, but Ash was still standing, transfixed.

He was right. Eiji was here. He was right.

But he still couldn’t bring himself to tell his friend. Suddenly, the knowledge felt too big, too much. It was real, so real, but it was too big for him to speak of. Shorter was his best friend, but he couldn’t bring himself to share his elation.

Because this brought on a whole new dilemma. Was he going to say something to Eiji?

“Ash, come on dude,” Shorter begged now. “I told Sing we’d be there. His friends are going to be waiting at the park.”

But Ash shook his head. “I’m not going.”

“What?” Shorter asked, voice suddenly strangled.

“I have to go,” Ash said, tearing his eyes away from the alley.

“But- Ash!” Shorter protested, but Ash was already walking away. He felt his friend keeping pace beside him, hand gestures wide and voice incredulous, demanding to know what was up, trying to persuade him to turn around, to come with him. Ash shook his head again and again.

In the end, he got Shorter to go without him. He had told Sing he’d meet up with him; he should go.

When Ash boarded the bus headed back to their end of town, Shorter cursed.

“Damn it,” he sighed, watching the bus pull away.

That night, Eiji posted a picture of a park full of people and a grey sky.

-/-

“I’m getting real tired of their shit,” Sing stated one evening when the three of them - him, Yut-Lung, and Shorter - met up.

“You’re getting tired?” Yut-Lung cried. “You don’t have to deal with them directly. Do you know how many times Eiji has looked the wrong way at the wrong time? Had to run off? Been lost in his thoughts? They’ve stood three feet apart on the subway and there was nothing I could do to get them to actually see each other!”

“And they haven’t even been texting each other all that much lately,” Shorter said. “I ask about Eiji and Ash gets really weird these days.”

“Do you think they know?” Sing asked, looking alarmed. Sure, that was their goal, but they’d worked so hard for it to be a surprise.

“Eiji is oblivious. I ask him constantly for updates on Ash. He doesn’t tell me much either, but he does say enough that I know he doesn’t get how close they are.” Yut-Lung said, flicking a piece of hair out of his face.

Shorter just shrugged. “Like I said, Ash gets weird when I ask about Eiji. I don’t know anything.”

“You don’t think something happened between them?” Sing asked, looking back and forth between Yut-Lung and Shorter, gauging their reactions. The two looked at each other, frowning.

“Time for more sleuthing?” Shorter asked. Yut-Lung gave a flat look, then shook his head.

“I say we continue. Seeing each other’s stupid faces will be enough to solve whatever petty feud they have.”

“Our plans aren’t exactly working though,” Sing pointed out, to which Yut-Lung sent a less than pleased look.

“It’s time for a more direct route then,” he said, whipping out his phone. “I am done with this scheme.”

-/-

Eiji: Hey! How are you today?

Eiji spent a tremendous amount of time looking at their chat after sending this message before giving up and putting his phone away. He looked out the window of his apartment, noting the soft light and gentle sky. It really was picturesque. It was one of the reasons he had gotten the apartment, other than the fact that it was close by the university and was kind of affordable-ish. He wasn’t in the mood for photography at the moment, though.

It had been a week since he’d had a real conversation with Ash. He supposed it wasn’t that long, really. He didn’t even contact home weekly. But, when it came to Ash, the absence was like an ache in his chest - in his heart.

He tried to reassure himself that it was just because Ash was busy. It was close to midterms, after all. It wasn’t anything Eiji had done. It wasn’t… right? Or, worse, Ash couldn’t have been getting tired of him?

Eiji shook his head, ridding his mind of the thoughts. It wouldn’t do him any good to lose himself in them. Instead, he stood and grabbed his camera bag and wallet, heading for the door. Maybe he was in the mood for photography. Just not here.

He wanted to calm down and forget the world through the lens of his camera. He wanted to stretch his legs throughout the city of New York. New York was beautiful, from its most beautiful buildings to its most rundown alleys. Everything there had character, had a story, and Eiji wanted to discover that story.

So, swinging his camera bag over his shoulder, Eiji stepped into his shoes by the door. He shrugged on his cardigan, patted himself down for his keys and phone - his hand rested on his phone, imagining the annoying chime lighting up his day with a reply from Ash.

He hoped he heard from Ash soon.

Then Eiji stepped out the door. Before he even heard the thump and click of it shutting behind him, before he could turn to lock it up and be headed on his way-

Eiji saw black.

-/-

Ash wasn’t putting up with this shit. He didn’t know why Blanca was even here, but it was bullshit that he could still subdue Ash so easily. When he came to in a strange place - elaborate decor, but not of the fashion Ash was used to; he really had no idea where he was - he was fuming when he saw Blanca’s face first. The bastard had made the mistake of leaving him unbound, though, and he was about to learn exactly how much of a mistake that was-

But then-

“What the hell, Yut-Lung?” a familiar voice exclaimed and Ash’s head snapped in its direction. Shorter was walking into the room, straight for Ash. “This is not what I had in mind when you said a more direct route.”

“This way there’s no chance for them to not see each other.”

“You’re insane,” Shorter stated, turning back to him suddenly, but Yut-Lung just rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to squabble further until Blanca cleared his throat, silencing them both.

“He’s awake,” Blanca announced. They both turned suddenly to Ash.

“Ash!” Shorter exclaimed, rushing up to him. “Are you hurt?”

Instead of answering, Ash blinked once. Then twice. “Shorter,” he said. “What. The. Fuck.”

“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know that bastard was gonna-”

“Excuse me?” Yut-Lung exclaimed from not too far away. Shorter turned back ready to argue again. While they were arguing, Ash had a short stare down with a blatantly unamused Blanca. He sat forward in the chair he had been thrown into, a simple fold-out one - not very comfortable.

That’s when a new voice joined the mix. And this one was one Ash had never heard before. He turned toward the door where two figures had come in, Sing and another boy, looking groggy and rubbing at his head. Ash furrowed his brow, examining the boy. Something about him looked familiar.

“What’s going on?”

All faces turned toward him. All went silent. Then, there was a lot of back and forths, shaking heads. They seemed to be looking between him and the boy. Ash, puzzled, looked again at the other.

The boy, too, seemed to catch on, looking to where everyone else was, and his eyes connected with Ash’s. Suddenly, Ash could piece together why the boy looked so familiar. How could he have not seen it before? This was- This was-

“Eiji?” Ash asked, incredulous. Eiji’s eyes widened and something clicked in his eyes too.

“Ash!” he said, rushing forward. Ash leaped up just in time to catch Eiji in his arms. “Oh my gosh! How are you here?”

“How are you here?” Ash asks back, setting Eiji back down to look at him, to really take in the fact that he was here - right in front of him. Eiji still looks surprised, but he’s beaming up at him, laughing.

“I- I don’t-” he laughs, then turns back to Sing. Ash looks towards Sing too, one eyebrow raised, while Sing rapidly starts to turn dark and darker shades of red.

“It- it was Yut-Lung’s idea!” he exclaimed.

“You said it was fine!” Yut-Lung argued.

“You said what?” Shorter asked, looking betrayed.

“I thought he was joking!”

“Wait,” Eiji suddenly spoke up, and everyone looked over. He was looking right at Shorter. “You’re Sing’s friend from the sandwich shop!”

Everyone went silent. Shorter’s eyes went a little wide. Ash looked between them all, his own gaze landing on the one occupant in the room he probably knew the least.

And- that guy-

Yut-Lung must have noticed his stare, because he looked toward him with a raised brow. He looked like he was waiting for something.

Then, it clicked. Oh.

“Oh my god.”

“Twelve different attempts to have you two meet,” Yut-Lung said. “You’re welcome.”

Ash and Eiji looked at each other. Something seemed to pass through their gazes and they burst into laughter. The rest of the room looked on, Shorter smiling, Sing looking a little shocked. Yut-Lung sighed, but there was the smallest trace of a smile on his lips.

“Can I go?” Blanca asked from the corner.

#requests #asheiji #bf #banana fish

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Life Expectancy in the U.S.: Why the Numbers Are Falling

As you’d imagine, year-over-year gains in this calculation are the goal and are indicative of a healthy society. Stagnations are cause for concern, while declines are, to put it mildly, alarming. Falling national numbers can signal the deterioration of a country’s healthcare infrastructure, especially in the quality of healthcare services it provides its citizens.

To my mind, this is exactly what’s happening in America today. Although life expectancy in the U.S. was on an upward march for decades, preliminary data for 2017 suggests the average lifespan in the United States dropped for the third year in a row. The only other time life expectancy decreased three consecutive years was in the late 1910s, and that was due to the worst flu outbreak in recorded history.

So why is it on the decline today, 100 years later? Because chronic disease is now the biggest threat to our longevity, and because conventional medicine has failed to slow this epidemic. But there is good news: a Functional Medicine approach to health and healthcare, influenced by an ancestral perspective, can turn the tide.

The last time life expectancy in the U.S. fell for the third consecutive year, it was due to the worst flu outbreak in recorded history. Why are the numbers falling today? Check out this article to find out. #healthylifestyle #functionalmedicine #kresserinstitute

What the Latest Statistics Say about Life Expectancy in the U.S.

Based on early data from the National Center for Health Statistics, the U.S. death rate is up and life expectancy is down—again. The disturbing trend began in 2015, when the average overall life expectancy in the U.S. dropped from 78.9 years of age to 78.7. In 2016, it fell to 78.6. (1, 2, 3)

Before you dismiss the decrease as small and insignificant, consider this: the United States now has the lowest life expectancy levels among high-income developed countries, including Western Europe, Australia, and Japan. To illustrate the gravity further, if somehow we could freeze the life expectancy calculations in these other countries and increase our numbers at the rate we did pre-2015 when the downward slide began, it would take American men 16 years just to match the average of the other populations. American women would need a whopping 18 years. (4)

But let’s get back to why statisticians predict a continued downturn. In addition to increases in deaths from “diseases of despair” (drug abuse, fueled largely by opioids, alcoholism, and suicide), they’re seeing significant, even dramatic, increases in death from chronic diseases, including:

Heart disease (still the leading cause of death in the United States)

Stroke

Alzheimer’s disease

Diabetes

Seven of the current top 10 causes of death are chronic diseases. The same stat applies to number of deaths as well: chronic disease is responsible for seven out of 10 deaths each year.

It now appears the onset of chronic illness is earlier than it once was, and chronic disease is even on the rise in children, with the rate doubling between 1994 and 2006. (Sadly, there has been a sharp increase in the number of kids and teens diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, once rare among children—probably due to the rise in obesity among this group.) (5, 6, 7, 8, 9)

Chronic Disease: The Country’s Big Challenge

We didn’t just arrive at a three-year slump overnight.

A major 2014 study sounded the alarm bells. (10) It pointed out that not only was chronic disease on the rise, but so too was the number of older Americans living with multiple chronic conditions—a shocking four out of five people. It also showed that the more ailments a person has after retirement age, the shorter their lifespan and the nation’s overall lifespan.

Researchers determined that, on average, a person’s life expectancy at age 67 decreases 1.8 years for each additional chronic disease they have, ranging from 0.4 fewer years with the first condition up to 2.6 fewer years with the sixth diagnosis. They also found that the outlook is much worse for those with certain diseases, especially Alzheimer’s, incidences of which are only climbing. According to the study’s lead author:

The balancing act needed to care for all of those conditions is complicated ... Our system is not set up to care for people with so many different illnesses … It is becoming very clear that preventing the development of additional chronic conditions in the elderly could be the only way to continue to improve life expectancy. (11)

I have to guess that many people didn’t hear the red alert go off when this study was released because the conventional approach to medicine remains deeply anchored in this country—and millions of patients believe this approach to healthcare is effectively treating their chronic disease.

It’s not.

There’s a Simple Answer—for You and the Nation

What these researchers said in 2014 is what I’ve been saying for years: conventional medicine can’t and will never solve chronic disease. We need to do things differently.

And here’s another compelling fact to motivate us all: while overall life expectancy is an important measure of a nation’s well-being, it’s only one assessment. The study findings shared here highlight the fact that we’re not just living shorter lives; we’re also living sicker lives. Of the 78 years we can expect to live, most of us only get to enjoy 67.7 of them free of illness and disability. In Europe, this statistic is called Healthy Life Years, or HLY. America’s HLY number has only risen 2.4 years since 1990. (12, 13)

Here’s where Functional Medicine comes in. It’s the answer to increasing both our overall life expectancy and our HLY expectancy. But to understand why it works, you first need to understand the main reasons why the current model is failing us all.

Why Conventional Medicine Can’t Heal Chronic Disease

Big Reason 1. It’s the Wrong Medical Paradigm

Conventional medicine evolved during a time when acute (sudden onset, as opposed to slow-developing) infectious diseases were the leading causes of death, like a deadly flu outbreak. Most other problems that brought people to the doctor were also acute, like appendicitis. Treatment in these cases was relatively simple: the patient developed pneumonia, went to see the doctor, received an antibiotic (once they were invented), and either got well or died. One problem, one doctor, one treatment.

As we’ve established, things today aren’t that straightforward. The average patient sees the doctor for one or more chronic issues, which are difficult to manage, expensive to treat, require more than one physician, and typically last a lifetime. They don’t lend themselves to the “one problem, one doctor, one treatment” approach of the past.

It’s the application of the conventional medical paradigm to the modern problem of chronic disease that’s gotten us into our current conundrum. It’s led to a system that emphasizes suppressing symptoms with drugs (and sometimes surgery and an endless cycle of “procedures”), rather than addressing the underlying cause of illness.

This is not the way to reverse or prevent chronic disease, more than 85 percent of which is caused by environmental factors like diet, behavior, and lifestyle. (14) More specifically, chronic disease is the direct result of a mismatch between our genes and biology on one hand and the modern environment on the other.

Big Reason 2. It’s the Wrong Delivery Model

How care is delivered is also a huge problem. The system isn’t structured to support the most important interventions.

As I mentioned above, the primary causes of the chronic disease epidemic are not genetic, but behavioral. It boils down to people making the wrong choices about diet, physical activity, sleep, etc.—over and over again, throughout a lifetime. In fact, a recent Harvard study found that successfully implementing just five healthy habits (eating a healthy diet, exercising regularly, maintaining a healthy body weight, moderate alcohol intake, and not smoking) could add up to 14 years to your life. (15, 16)

This makes it clear that one of the most important roles healthcare providers should play is supporting people in making positive behavior changes. Unfortunately, the conventional medical system undermines this, making it extremely difficult, if not impossible.

The average patient visit with a primary care provider lasts 10 to 12 minutes, which barely leaves a doctor time to prescribe a drug for any new symptoms a patient presents with, much less an in-depth discussion of diet and lifestyle factors that might be contributing. (17)

As a result, 87 percent of doctors agree the healthcare profession is in decline, while 82 percent of physicians believe they have little ability to change the current system. (18) These are just a few reasons why burnout is so common in the healthcare field.

Why Functional Medicine Is the Answer

I hope this article serves as a gentle shake to conventional practitioners, and to you (as their potential patient) as well, because there is a better way, and things can change—they already are. Hundreds of clinics across the country (including my own, the California Center for Functional Medicine) have begun to implement a Functional Medicine model, which works for addressing chronic disease. Here’s why.

Big Reason 1. It Makes Room for Longer Medical Visits

More time allows doctors the chance to uncover and then address the root cause of a patient’s symptoms, as well as discuss prevention strategies. This is how health and healing happen.

Big Reason 2. It Emphasizes Collaborative Care

In Functional Medicine, the doctor–patient relationship is a partnership. What’s more, patients have access to a collaborative care team, which includes nurse practitioners, nutritionists, health coaches, and others. The team provides another layer of care between appointments.

This is just the beginning of a long list of reasons. For more, check out my book, Unconventional Medicine.

How Do You Live—and Help Others Live—a Longer, Better Life?

If you’re in healthcare, make the switch to Functional Medicine. And if you’re not yet in the field but want to be part of the revolution, now’s the time to consider becoming a health coach.

If you’re a patient, seek out Functional Medicine practitioners, preferably a team that looks at health through an evolutionary lens. Together, Functional Medicine and ancestral wisdom are unstoppable at slowing the chronic disease epidemic, as they address the mismatch between our genes and current environment (the cause of modern disease) by encouraging the time-tested healthy lifestyle choices noted above. Although eating a nutrient-dense ancestral diet and exercising seem like simple mandates, they can be difficult to follow through on without the proper support. Functional Medicine is the support you need.

As the latest science shows, there’s no biological cap to human longevity. (19, 20) Let that sink in. We don’t have to accept living shorter, unhealthier lives.

Now, I’d like to hear from you. What you do think about the latest life expectancy statistics? Let me know in the comments below!

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valuechainplanning · 3 years ago

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Moving The ROC To Forecast…….

We hear quite often, that forecasting is a waste of time. People often cite the weatherman and laugh at forecasts and forecasting as a productive process.

As long as you don’t leave your demand forecasting to the weather man, I believe we can do very well. Most supply chain problems originate by ignoring the forecasting that is happening through out the organization. In a survey I remember reading a couple of years ago, on average 50% of the people in an organization were forecasting something or other.

If the forecasting process is bad, fix it! You ignore and move on at your own peril!

It is simply impossible to ignore the forecasts, because the ROC (Rest of the Company) is hard at work forecasting something or other. Even folks in manufacturing who can badmouth forecasting may be using an average run rate of some sort to determine their inventory calculations. This run-rate determination is actually a forecast, the average, although they think it is no forecast.

If there is a reasonably good demand planning process installed in any organization, we can establish this will easily beat out the “run-rate” or any other average hands down.

A good demand planning process does not just rely on statistical modeling. It leverages the information from the various players in the rest of the company. My good friend and my manager at Schering Plough coined the term ROC – Rest of the Company.

The ROC has information.

The ROC also forecasts.

ROC forecasts for different purposes.

For us demand planners focused on the supply chain and mired in the daily fires of the live order stream and its deployment, we only think of the supply chain plan as our reality. We wonder what does the ROC do other than feeding us some useful info to make the widgets we need to demand plan and produce.

Inventory is a problem but is only one of many problems!

Organizations have a variety of challenges and constraints to solve so they can thrive and grow. Organizations need to plan for the medium to long-term and manage the business accordingly. At least 50% of the ROC forecasts but NOT necessarily for inventory purposes.

Senior management needs to forecast an EPS for investors and need to hit it within a reasonable threshold. Companies need a long-term forecast to assess what they need in capital investment and where and how to build the facilities for expansion. Even HR needs a forecast.

Thinking every function will be forecasting for the supply chain is like the Dilbert Cartoon “Sure – I will drop everything else and will focus on your problem.”

So forecasting and planning is embedded in various functions and various forms through out the organization and is unavoidable. You cannot tell people it is a real problem so they should stop it! The key is how to leverage the forecasting responsibility and accountability already installed into a holistic process that can let you piggy back and obtain a supply chain forecast for your short-term and long-term planning.

Ignoring the corporate forecasting machine and creating an isolated forecast or an inventory deployment algorithm is a sure way to significant troubles – what we at Demand Planning LLC caution as the fragmented planning process or the lack of the often glorified “S&OP” process.

So in summary, there is no issue with the ROC or 50% of the ROC involved in forecasting. The real problem is when supply chain decides to ignore the forecast or the forecasting process that is already etched in the ROC(k) and decide to move on in isolation.

Demand Planning LLC does use and recommend advanced algorithms for demand forecasting and leveraging customer input. But that is only half our story.

We work with Sales, Marketing, Supply chain and Senior management to drive a holistic process to leverage demand information and build forecasting processes that are used across most of the organization.

We salute the hero who decides to use a demand forecast that is only 50% accurate rather than ignoring or side-stepping the forecast. Accuracy of the forecast is secondary.

Start with the forecast first and make plans and contingencies for the extent of the error. Improve on the forecast by quizzing, dialoguing, negotiating and working with the ROC. This should be well emphasized in the basics of supply chain management.

Join hands together to move the ROC to make a better demand plan!

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5 times Spock said ‘live long and prosper’ when it didn’t matter, and the 1 time it mattered most when he couldn’t

1. “It is a respectful and logical way to say ‘goodbye’ Spock,” Sarek said. His 5-year-old son had much to learn of their culture, and if he were to prosper in any way in the climate he was to engage in he must conduct himself with nothing less than precision and excellence in all ways Vulcan.

Spock nodded and resolved to no longer use the words ‘bye bye’ in parting from others, which his mother Amanda had taught him. Although it brought her happiness when he did so, it was clear his father disapproved. Although neither Sarek nor the councilmember had expressed any emotion outwardly towards Spock’s parting words, Spock could tell his father felt his habit was immature and inappropriate. He held his non-expression, like an acceptable Vulcan, and repeated after his father.

“Live long and prosper.”

2. The words Stonn had spoken still reverberated within his mind- the cruel names his parents had been called still stung. However, it had been made clear to Spock that it was essential to diffuse the situation so that it would not escalate even further than it already had.

Spock regarded his tormentor. The boy seemed much smaller than he had before- he was, of course, still taller than Spock but he seemed to have crumpled in a bit. He was slouching instead of standing with perfect posture, and the bruises and blood which stained his face added to the diminishing effect.

“I... apologize,” Spock said. “My physical reaction was the product of anger and was... inappropriate.” His words, though hesitant, were clear and well spoken.

They felt like blades being drawn across his tongue.

The older boy seemed to inflate slightly; not nearly returning to his prior pristine condition, but regaining much of his lost decorum.

“Your apology is accepted,” he replied primly. “I propose we engage in no further interaction, as there is no potential benefit in any possible conclusion.”

“Your solution is most logical and efficient.” Spock agreed. The prospect of not interacting with Stonn or any of his compatriots any further was certainly attractive. “I suggest we terminate our current conversation to begin this endeavor. Live long and prosper, Stonn.”

“You as well”

As Spock walked away, he felt relief.

3. Spock knew at that moment that his life would change its course forever. He had already made the decision, the moment the minister said those words.

‘...despite your disadvantage.’

“Your human mother.”

Disadvantage indeed.

Spock looked into his father’s eyes as he declined his position at the academy, and before he left, he clarified to the minister and to the council that he was not, in fact, experiencing an emotional need to rebel; that the only emotion he intended to convey was one of gratitude.

As Spock said ‘live long and prosper’, the corner of his mouth twitched.

4. Spock’s conversation with his father procured mixed results. Sarek was, years after Spock had moved up through Starfleet, after even the destruction of his home planet, still attempting to convince him to move to New Vulcan. It was too late for Spock to join the VSA, but not too late, in Sarek’s opinion for him to diverge from a path which would lead to an unstable mental state and further emotional outbursts such as the violent and destructive one Sarek observed on the Enterprise.

“Spock,” his father said, “I have procured 3 different opportunities for you to do research on Vulcan spacecraft, and 7 on New Vulcan. I have sent you the details of each and I expect you to at least consider them.

“Yes, father” Spock replied. Since their first communication 5 months after Spock had rejected the VSA’s acceptance and left for Starfleet, Sarek’s dialogue with Spock had taken on a constant cycle. Phases 1 through 3 of each call had been completed at this point- first the greeting, then asking after each other’s health, and then the presenting of the research opportunities Spock would review and reject. Spock was more than satisfied with his position in Starfleet. He was content, his captain an admirable man to be respected and guided. Spock was not interested in any other position, no matter how fascinating the research his father sent him proved to be.

Now, as always, it was time for phase 4 of their call.

Vulcan conversations were logical and efficient. When there was no more necessary, then the conversation was swiftly ended without excessive platitudes.

“I must take my leave now,” Sarek stated. “I will expect your decision on these different posts within 3 days.“

“Yes, father,” Spock replied. “Live long and prosper.”

“Peace and long life, Spock.”

Sarek ended the call, and Spock stared for 2 seconds longer than necessary at the blank screen. Then, he shifted his pad to be held by his side and exited his quarters. Alpha shift started in approximately 13.2 minutes, and it was necessary he consume the first meal of his day.

5. Spock felt what could only be described as the Terran concept of deja vu, instructing the ambassador of Beta Antares on the traditional Vulcan ‘Goodbye’.

He had taught it to Jim as well, his captain looking at him avidly as he explained the meaning, significance, and history behind the words. He enjoyed Jim’s enthusiasm for learning about the Vulcan culture, especially since it was so vital to maintain every piece which was left of it.

The ambassador’s reception of it did not match what Jim’s had been; although his interpersonal intelligence was, in a word, lacking, Spock could tell that this individual was not enthusiastic about his lesson.

“In parting, there is very little more which could be logically said. It shows good intentions in every way, and allows the opportunity for further amicable meetings.” Spock attempted to fully sum up the importance and grace of what had become for him something fairly constant and dependable. It was difficult, like explaining what it meant to see color or to describe what ‘sweet’ tasted like.

At the end of this mission, they were to go survey the planet Nibiru and gather further data to analyze. Spock would soon be running through calculations of the statistical probability that significant damage would occur should the volcano erupt.

At present, of course, was the matter of parting.

Spock gave up on attempting to impart the gravity behind the words, and simply stated, “Live long and prosper, Ambassador.”

“And you, Commander.”

Spock barely withheld a sigh. Perhaps he was being influenced by these humans.

+1. Jim was dying and the world was ending.

Spock couldn’t reach him, the door was locked, he didn’t even have the luxury of holding him as he passed from the universe. And if the door wasn’t locked he would, forget the ship, forget his life, forget everyone saved he would have held Jim He floundered as the most golden, bright katra he had ever had the luxury of witnessing was torn away, right in front of him.

And Jim said “...this is what you would have done. It was only logical.”

And was this Spock’s influence on Jim? The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few? Or the one?

It was certainly logical.

Who cared?

And Jim, Jim said that he was scared, and Jim was asking him how to stop feeling, as if Spock would ever want him to do that, as if he could let the untamed, unhindered light leave Jim’s eyes, make them go blank but that was going to happen anyway no no NO and Spock could feel his control shattering and he didn’t care.

Jim said that he was scared, and Spock could feel his perfect, Vulcan unemotional face crumble. All Jim wanted was to not fear death, and Spock couldn’t give even that to him couldn’t save him

And Jim wants him to know that he thinks of Spock as a friend and Spock needs Jim to know he feels the same and Spock is crying, he can feel the tear fall from his eye

and Jim’s hand presses to the barrier between them, and Spock is pressing the ta’al back, begging him to live, I need you to live long and prosper please I can’t do this again, I can’t do this without you but he can’t say the words because they’re useless they’re illogical

and Jim is shifting his fingers to return the gesture he was always so proud of being able to do that, Spock he said, it’s not easy, but it’s really cool and anything for Vulcan, anything for you

there are moments left, seconds left Spock can feel it, and as Jim looks him in the eyes for the last time the last time! Spock brings his other hand up to press against the wall by Jim's face and quickly quickly quickly, no time left initiates a meld

and

he can feel everything

all the pain, immeasurable pain, the golden katra fading he is being boiled from the inside out he is being burned

and

love

love for his friends, his crew his family, him

and Jim smiles at him and takes one last gasping breath

Jim was dead, and the world still turned

#oh boy #my writing #angst angst angst #star trek #sorry not sorry

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empmoniitor · 3 years ago

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EMPOWER YOUR MANAGEMENT WITH EMPLOYEE PRODUCTIVITY METRICS

A whole new perception of working in a corporate sector emerged, and thanks to that, organizations stayed afloat in the pandemic era. While we all wait for things to return to normal, it has become necessary to learn how to manage our employees remotely while maintaining efficiency, clarity, and productivity.

One of the most significant components of managing remote employees is determining their productivity. And employee productivity metrics provide us with a means of assessing the well-being of our company. It enables you to maximize the performance of the company by leveraging the individuals within the business.

Furthermore, it is pointless to ask if you want your employees to be productive and engaged at all times during the workday. Of course, you would, that is the whole point…!!!

We are bombarded with tons of ideas and strategies to boost and balance productivity and efficiency. But only if putting them into practice was as simple. In order to attain that level of productivity, you must first quantify it. You will never come across the truth whether your employees are giving it their all or not if you do not measure productivity.

Businesses have experimented with and honed in on the most efficient analysis of productivity. And employee productivity metrics is the one way to fully understand your team’s productivity rate and engagement during work hours.

After all, you need to know how well your employees are functioning if you want your firm to run smoothly and achieve higher heights.

So if you want to know how to deal with metrics among your employees, I will break down the process of accessing metrics in a more precise way. Read ahead to learn more.

WHAT ARE PRODUCTIVITY METRICS, AND WHY THEY ARE IMPORTANT?

Before I get into the crux of the situation, let us take a moment to address the fact that 58% of organizations have successfully determined the strengths and weaknesses of their workforce with metrics.

Sure, metrics can make a huge impact. However, Some firms, on the other hand, assess productivity based on input rather than output. Let me make it clear with an example:

Who do you think is more productive? The employee spending longer time at the desk or the employee with less desk time.

Well! You might think the latter would be the least productive, but you can not tell how productive someone is by looking at them. And that is why, in order to show their actual performance, every firm has to have productivity statistics in the workplace.

Productivity metrics are data points that show if your team is on track to achieve your productivity targets. It enables you to delve deeper into the outcomes your team has accomplished with all of the inputs they have put into a task. It helps in the early detection of potential flaws and anomalies in organizational activity.

THE LINK BETWEEN KPIS AND EMPLOYEE PRODUCTIVITY METRICS

Productivity metrics take KPIs under its wing. Below are the employee productivity metrics examples & KPIs to Measure the performance of your employees.

1- TIME SPENT ON EACH TASK

What could be a more valuable metric than knowing how much time each employee spends on each task? As you may be aware, time is money, and you cannot afford to waste any of it while working on projects. It’s essential to keep track of your projects and how long it takes your employees to accomplish them. It will assist you in identifying the changes and improvements you must do, to save both time and money.

Well! There are tons of productivity management tools that can help you in keeping track of each task. EmpMonitor is one of the most convenient and reliable tools that suits best for the organization. It will not only help you keep track of tasks but will help you with so much more.

REGULAR SCREENSHOTS:

BROWSING HISTORY DETAILS:

KEYSTROKES:

PRODUCTIVITY REPORTS:

ALERT NOTIFICATION:

Regular screenshots at regular intervals ensures your employees are not sitting idle but actually giving their best for the tasks.

You can keep track of an employee’s web browsing history and the frequently visited web page to ensure employees are not doing other work apart from the office work.

With EmpMonitor, You can check what your employees are typing. You can look up the keystrokes your employees typed for up to 180 days.

You can check the productivity report that shows the graphical representation of productivity from an employee in the firm.

EmpMonitor lets you detect employee errors by sending alert notifications. It binds your employees to stick with the company’s rules and regulations.

EmpMonitor offers you all these features at one place and that too with just a few clicks, let us have a quick look at how to use monitoring control features of EmpMonitor.

1- Login to your EmpMonitor dashboard with your login credentials.

2- Go to Settings < click on the Monitoring controls< Click on the Create Group Button, You will come across a pop up window.

3- Fill in all the details of Group name, Roles, Locations, Departments, & Employees to move further, and then click Create Group button.

4- Now, you can customize all the monitoring features, according to your preferences. All you need to do is, tap on the settings icon.

5- Yow will come across Employee General settings, tracking features, screenshots, agent automatic update,& employees tracking time.

6- Click on the Save button after entering all the details, and start tracking your employees.

2- OVERALL LABOR EFFECTIVENESS(OLE)

Overall Labor Effectiveness (OLE) is a Key Performance Indicator (KPI) that measures the workforce’s availability, Performance, and Quality. It broadens the concept of the overall equipment effectiveness by foreseeing the performance of the workforce and the connection between employees and the resources needed to expand production.

Availability- The overall proportion of employees’ working hours that were productive for the company.

Performance- The overall percentage or quantity of items, tasks, or services released or generated.

Quality- The total portion of work, services, and products provided by your workforce that is of high quality.

3- REVENUE PER EMPLOYEE

The concept of calculating the revenue-per-employee ratio is to measure the overall productiveness of a team in generating revenue. The revenue per employee ratio is significant for measuring a company’s average employee efficiency and production. You can also use this metric to benchmark companies.

You can utilize it on your employees as long as the output is quantifiable. All you need to do is divide the overall income earned by the team you’re assessing by the number of team members who contributed to it.

4- OVERTIME HOURS

Overtime is one of the most valuable employee productivity metrics for calculating the costs and production of individual employees. If there is a sudden increase in workload on your employees and working overtime, it is time to hire more qualified staff. Rather than putting up the ones you already have at work, hiring can relieve the existing employees of their hard work.

While businesses attempt to entice employees to work overtime, it fires them back with poor performance. Believe it or not, it, in turn, is likely to contribute to lower morale and less retention, believe it or not.

5- EMPLOYEES TURNOVER

The workload gets the employees to go busy as beaver whenever an employee decides to quit. Employees will come and go based on their talents and desires. The turnover rate metric gives managers the ability to hire a new individual in advance so that no leftover tasks of the employees become a burden on existing employees.

To calculate the turnover rate, choose a time. Divide the number of left employees by the total number of active employees in the organization within that time period.

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Even if you have the best of intentions, you may make one of these five common mistakes when measuring the productivity of your employees. Keep an eye out for this kind of behavior to avoid the repercussions.

1- BLINDLY TRUSTING ON WORKING HOURS:

It really does not make sense if you, as a manager, focus solely on working hours. Or, to be very precise, if you are only evaluating productivity in terms of active hours worked, stocks, and money, you are doing it all wrong. Your productivity stats are all going to be in vain.

As we have already discussed above, one should focus on output rather than just staking all their money on input. Just because few employees take fewer breaks or socializing less does not mean they are the most productive person on your team.

2- TURNING INTO MICROMANAGER:

Believe it or not, you have no idea how you will transform yourself into a micromanager.

Well! If you don’t know what a micromanager is, let me give you a free ride. Have you ever come across a manager that tracks every detail and hour, constantly asking for work updates and correcting minute details? Yes!!! That person is a micromanager.

So, felt burdened??? Of course, it would have been difficult for you to get things done.

The constant checking, tracking every hour, and hunting every task gives your employees even less time to work on their duties because they spend so much time updating you on their progress. It can also lead you to fall behind on your own tasks.

3- NOT LINKING KPIS TO YOUR STRATEGY:

KPI and productivity metric always go hand in hand. Always create goals and ensure that metrics are aligned with KPIs. Otherwise, it’s just a gimmick.

KPIs are valuable if they deliver reliable data that is relevant to your business. The idea is to know what you want to achieve in your business to select the appropriate KPIs appropriate for your business.

4- TOO MANY METRICS:

How many employee productivity metrics are too many metrics? Just because you can, does not mean you should. There is a fine line between what you can measure and what should be measured. Therefore, One of the most common mistakes people make when it comes to productivity metrics is measuring everything simply. And it does not matter if it is relevant to your business or not.

Too much information might be just as worthless as not enough. The company does not have to keep track of all of them.

5- HOLDING ONTO METRICS FOR TOO LONG:

Just like the famous saying goes, you manage what you measure. With the consistent changes in the development and circumstances of the company, you can not hold on to the metrics for long. The gauges, metrics must change with them as well.

Many businesses fall into this trap as they fail to understand that as the business evolves, the focus has to move to profit and the comparisons to competitors. Keep your aim very clear about what you want to measure and which metrics can help you with your target.

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Productivity hacks are ineffective without data. The reason to implement employee productivity metrics is so that you can make changes to improve. By figuring out how much time to spend on various tasks, overtime hours, and measuring employee turnover, you can find ways to reach your business at greater heights.

Furthermore, EmpMonitor can serve you with its ultimate and most advanced features. This tool can automate and take care of everything subtracting the manual work of your employees. It lets your employees focus on their tasks and boosts productivity.

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Building Character - That One Low Ability Score ...

Let’s start by establishing the setting around this topic of discussion.

I dislike the phrase ‘Mary Sue’ when used as a critique of fictional characters.

For those of you who are unaware, ‘Mary Sue’ is a punchy, dismissive insult handed to writers who create characters without an obvious flaw by critics. It is a sentiment that has deeper bias within western literature and fiction. An audience often will turn against these examples of ‘perfection’ if there is not some horrific secret that serves to justify it. This is best explored in Ursula Le Guin’s ‘The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas’, although other contemporary examples in culture include WWE wrestler Roman Reigns, DC Comics’ Superman, and the Paladin class in D&D.

Personally, I swerve to avoid this cliche through personal preferences but I am not afront to it by nature. I do, however, deeply dislike the back-handed superiority that arises from those who hold onto it like a trap for writers to fall into and often as a tool to justify their cruelty.

With my players at my games, I do use random ability score generation for D&D and Pathfinder. This means that players bring a broad spectrum of statistics to the table to avoid saturation of play styles. For every character with above-average scores in everything there is one or two who are genuinely talented in one field of expertise, and yet clueless in another. A fighter whose back just cannot carry the weight it once could, but his aim with a bow is near impeccable. A lowly thief who knows every alley, street, corner, and rooftop from the eastern suburbs to the western docks but has his words jam up in his mouth when he needs them most. It often has every player treating their characters with a parental adoration despite all their differences ...

... and that is just what they are; differences.

Not crippling detriments, but things to hold onto, things to remind you of who you are and why you fight. They are not weaknesses, but a piece of you - a piece to shape as you see fit and turn into a weapon of irresistible force. You take the flaws that the world gave and you turn them around and back onto it.

You are a hero - a word undefinable through colour, creed, or capability, only through heart.

How to play with a ‘dump stat’? (Players and Game Masters)

One of the players in my current Pathfinder RP is a Dwarf Ranger, one I have mentioned before in a previous post. He is a dependable sort, has his own prejudices and habits, but is one hell of a fine shot with his new heavy crossbow. There is only one issue - his strength score is 3. Three.

A few things should be made of note to contextualise the significance of this fact;

- The standard average for an ability score is 10 or 11

- 3 also happens to be the same strength score of an everyday house cat or owl

- He cannot physically carry any weight beyond that of his crossbow and simple clothing

When he first rolled those four ones (4d6 and drop the low, yada-yada ...) I sharply inhaled through my teeth and tilted my heard with a timid “well.” But Joe? Joe was grimacing in fascination - it was all he could have wanted.

How did we work around this? We didn’t. The tools were already there.

Usually, an over-encumbered character cannot move if over a certain weight capacity, as calculated by their strength. Unless you are a Dwarf. Dwarves ain’t too fast, but good luck slowing one down - even a frail one. We also had a crisis in imagery, as I continually mistook Joe’s Ranger for a stereotypical Dwarf - one you’d see in the Core Rulebook or fan art with broad, well-haired forearms and a wide, barrel chest. In reality, this Dwarf has lithe, small, and not all too durable at all. This means that he will always want to stay at the rear of combat and use his better talent for marksmanship in place of close-quarters.

What I was vigourously encouraged to see was how the party accustomed to this like a family. The Cavalier and the Barbarian opted to help carry his miscellaneous gear on their shoulders in stead, the party always left someone within reaching distance of him in case enemy ranks closed ground into melee, and the party began to strategise their engagements with a constant awareness of how the Dwarf would want to best make his shots, clear of obstacles.

The party were not only aware of their Ranger’s limitations, but changed their entire approach in battle to best utilise what he was undeniably the best at. They even chose to take on more responsibilities and penalties so he was not impeded by something he would not be able to cope with if left alone.

This low strength score also inspired him to choose his Ranger's animal companion to be a strong shire horse named ‘Brak’ (Dwarven for ‘Fool’). Brak is a tough, reliable brute of a horse. Incredibly friendly, loyal to a fault, but thick as a brick shit-house. The Ranger treats his companion with care and consideration, taking time to explain instructions, and never demanding more than could be reasonably asked for, much the same treatment that his party offered himself when he was first rescued in the mountains. The cycle of compassion continued despite everyone being a misfit and outcast.

Don’t be afraid to ask for help with your struggles - in life and game - because, more often than you think, you are worth it.

Enjoy the game, you beautiful people.

Pixie x

21/10/2017

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