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tryslora · 9 months ago

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What I'm Reading Wednesday...

On the Duck Prints Press reading server, it’s What I’m Reading Wednesday where we all share what we finished in the last week, what we are currently reading, and what we think of these books.

I figured hey, why not bring that to the rest of the world for myself. Because I love yelling about my current reads. And I’ve always got several things in motion at one time, between physical, audio, and ebooks, plus things I’m reading for specific reasons.

Here’s the summary from the last week in visual format (the actual discussion is behind the read-more):

Fiction

I am currently reading Many Drops Make a Stream by Adrian Harley (from Duck Prints Press). There are so many things to love in this book. The world building packs so much into such a small space. The culture clash between human and shapeshifter is wonderful (and Harley’s shapeshifters truly have a culture all their own). I thought it was going to be a quick read because it’s short, but the language and depth of information have me going slower and savoring every word. That said, I’ve also reached the point where I want to take it in faster, so I find myself spending a little extra time every time I pick it up, just to get a few more pages!

Manga & Graphic Novels

I have one manga and one graphic novel in progress.

I’ve been reading The Complete Elfquest, volume 1 by Wendy & Richard Pini for a little over two weeks now. We have several of these volumes, and my intention is to read one chapter/issue a night, so I am able to savor them slowly, but also get through them. Reading this first volume is like coming home into a fandom from childhood. The first chunk of it was also collected in the original Warp Graphics compilations, and I can’t remember how often I read those back in high school. I’m reaching the parts now where I probably only read the individual issues once or twice, so it’s familiar, but not to the point where I’m like oh yes, I remember gazing at that panel for hours. I still love these elves, and this story, and I cannot wait to get home each day and be allowed to read a chapter. I’m looking forward to when I reach new-to-me material.

I watched the 24 episode anime The Apothecary Diaries and I wasn’t ready to let it go when it was over, so I started reading the manga by Natsu Hyuuga and Nekokurage. I finished volumes 5 & 6 this past week and am currently reading volume 7. I have the remaining already published volumes waiting for when I’m done with this. I adore Maomao and Jinshi, and am incredibly excited to get to the point where canon moves past what is in the anime. That said, getting to revisit events I already watched on TV and linger over what was said and the exact expressions has been soooo good. (And yes, I know the light novels also exist and will be rolling into those in ebook form after the manga; I might be a tad bit obsessed).

Audiobook

A while ago I thought “I should read some TJ Klune” so I checked the library list I had for audiobooks, and the first of his Extraordinaries trilogy was available in audio. I listened to it. I was addicted. I’m now on the third book—Heat Wave—and I find it very very hard to put it down. I can’t listen while working, only while commuting, walking, or doing chores—things that don’t require me to actually think so I can multi-task. But hey, it’s a GREAT way to get me to do my PT since it means fifteen minutes more of audiobook listening! Nick, the POV character, has ADHD and I flail a lot over pretty much everything he thinks and does. I love every character in this series. I love how Klune is using superheroes as an allegory for the queer experience and for racial issues, but at the same time, is actually addressing those issues explicitly. I both want to listen faster to find out what happens, and linger so it doesn’t end.

Ebook

I have been reading Wayfinder by CE Murphy, which is the second in a duology. This is a romance, yes, but it’s another fun culture clash book, this time between humanity and faerie, and I am so here for that. Murphy is an author I used to read a lot from, and I’m trying to work my way through her back catalog slowly because I’ve always enjoyed her style. Accessible and fun. This series is about a woman who has always been able to hear lies (a Truthseeker), and how her talent develops, and how she works with the faerie kingdoms to try to help them (despite some of them not wanting help, and the original situation not being the one she’s actually needed for).

Non-fiction

I have been working my way through three non-fiction books.

One is A Year of Zen by Bonnie Myotai Treace. I had been looking for a journaling prompt book, and decided to give this one a try. I made the difficult decision to write directly in the book itself, then the additional decision to let myself fail if needed. So if I don’t get to answer a prompt on a day, I just answer it the next day. One prompt per day. It’ll take me more than a year to go through it, but that’s okay. The idea is to have me think and write a short paragraph every day, and not feel guilty about messing up. It’s working surprisingly well. Learning to let myself fail has been a big part of my process this year, and hopefully I am learning to let go of some of the anxiety about things needing to be matched and rigid.

The one I am stalled on right now is The Happiness Trap by Russ Harris. It was recommended as a book that therapists like to use for themselves, not merely recommend to their patients, and it reminded me of the radical acceptance I’m supposed to be practicing (and apparently am, despite myself, according to my therapist after she listened to me). The problem is, it has exercises (doesn’t everything?) and I stalled out because I didn’t have time.

Time is a theme, y’know? And that’s what happened with the last non-fiction book. I’ve been working through The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, taking it as a self-guided 12 week course. I’m currently on week 5. However, I did a week of just doing morning notes before I really got started, then I took a week off when everything went haywire in my schedule because of the power outage. So it’s been about seven weeks so far. This week, as I worked on exercises, I found myself really digging in to my emotions about this book. And in the end, I decided that while I can see the value in some things, the book itself is giving me more anxiety about everything to do with my writing, while at the same time making it impossible for me to find time TO write (while following the advice it gives). So. I am no longer doing it as a course, with exercises, but I will finish reading it. And if an exercise appeals, I’ll do it. It’ll still take time, because I’ll probably still read one chapter each weekend, but I am already feeling WAY less stressed and I only made this decision last night.

So…

That’s it for me! What are you reading?

#what i'm reading wednesday #duck prints press #reading #books

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everythingwritingg · 2 years ago

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Writing Students

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I would like to preface this post by sending love to all my fellow students out there. With all the subjects and extracurricular activities, it seems like there’s always something to do and hardly anytime to relax. In addition, I’m sure we’re all sleep deprived and haven’t had time to write in ages. However, people who have graduated, especially those who have graduated a while ago, might be far removed from the experience, so here’s a helpful guide for those who want to write students.

School system varies by country/state. Some schools will run from August-May while others run from September-June. Most countries have 5 day weeks, though there are some schools that go anywhere from 4-6 days per week. One thing that varies is the amount of years that one has to stay in school. Normally, excluding preschool/nursery/kindergarten, or whatever you call it in your country, there are 12 years of school, but it could vary by country. In addition, different countries will often have different divisions of primary and secondary school.

School takes up the most of your weekday. If you include commute, then school could potentially take up to 9 hours a day. Even if you had no homework or extracurricular activities, you’re still spending a lot of your time dedicated to your education. You won’t have a lot of free time unless you’re in primary school.

And the homework. This one varies on the type of school and teachers. Primary school students will have little homework, if any at all, which gives them more time to spend on activities and free time. However, once you get to the higher levels, especially Year 11 or Junior Year for those in the US, then homework really gets out of control.

And the exams. There are both small class exams on a topic and huge exams that could determine the course of your future. In the US, we have big exams such as AP, IB, SAT, and ACT exams. In the UK, GCSEs and A levels are some of the most important exams for students. These can bring on a lot of stress because a lot of preparation is required.

Oh, the stress. Usually, most secondary students have some degree of stress associated with their workload. Especially students who have a lot of extracurriculars, since those also take up a lot of time. As you get to the higher grades, balancing school and extracurriculars, such as sports, clubs, and jobs, gets really difficult. Sometimes, students might have to give up something to make it all work.

Most students still have a social life. School is usually associated with academics, but friends and socialization are important parts of schools too. If you’re writing about a school, don’t forget to show people hanging out at lunch or in the hallways. Most students somehow find a way to make it all work with socialization and academics. Try to write your student character having a life outside of school.

Make sure you develop the teachers too. If you’re writing a story that’s centered around going to school, try to create fleshed out teachers. Some teachers are going to be more or less strict than others, thus more or less popular with students. Your characters might also be closer with some teachers than others and even confide in some teachers.

Each school has their own quirks. Does your school have a bad football team? Does it have the best robotics club in the state? What is your school known for? What type of pranks do students play on the school? What is their mascot and what spirit days do they have? The little details will make your school come to life.

My fellow students and non-students alike, I hope you enjoyed this post. Those of you who are still in school, I hope you’re holding up well. Those of you who graduated, damn. You’re so damn lucky.

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thessalian · 2 years ago

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Thess vs the Bank of England

So the Bank of England has now literally said, “Britons need to accept that they are poorer now”. Now, in very small fairness to them, they have stated that this means that companies should not be jacking up the prices on everything in order to maintain their profit margins. However, it’s also being used to beat the drum of, “Stop asking for wage increases”, and it’s flagged up that a lot of the main companies found that higher prices boosted their sales revenue this year and we’re looking at nearly 20% on food inflation. That’s not even counting the bullshit with the energy companies.

Keep in mind that this statement came from the Bank of England, who is run by a man who makes nearly £500k per year. Said governor, Andrew Bailey, was the first one to say that we have to stop asking for pay rises. The chief economist, Huw Pill, makes nearly £200k per year.

Median salary for people in the UK? £32,300.

So the words, “Easy for them to say” ring rather loudly.

Now, if they were explicitly saying, “Look, companies cannot stunt their staff’s wages to increase their profit margins this way because you will end up with no one being able to buy anything and everyone loses, so suck up the reduced profit margins, for fuck’s sake”, that would be one thing. But of course, that’s not how the economy works anymore. All that matters is that the numbers are higher than last year. There’s nothing backing this money ... except other people’s hard work. And companies are abusing the fact that no one really seems to understand this ... or, if they do, are called socialists or communists or worse if they call it out.

The fact is that people’s labour hasn’t been valued properly in a very long time, because corporations have been devaluing it for decades. We’re more productive than ever, and we have less and less to show for it. We deserve pay rises more than these ultra-wealthy jackasses need a new boat. And people on six-figure salaries have a fucking nerve telling people who are barely surviving (if they are indeed doing that well) that “you have to get used to being poorer now”. Those people this shithead’s talking about? They were already used to being poor. And no one should have to get used to being fucking destitute.

I own my privilege in that my mother took full advantage of every opportunity to get financially ahead in the 80s and 90s and is now reaping the benefits, and is at least understanding enough of current circumstances to help me. I’d be boned if I didn’t have that financial safety net. I mean it - I could not manage. Even with that, there’s a reason I took more hours at work, that reason being I can’t really afford not to. I want and need to manage on my own as much as possible, but it’s difficult because, you know, disabled. The extra five hours a week were a mistake. I am already feeling how much of a mistake that was. But I haven’t really got a choice, so I’m just going to have to spend some of that lovely extra money on painkillers and carry on. Because it’s only going to get worse from here.

So ... yeah. Here’s me, with my fibromyalgia and my dietary restrictions and all of it making life difficult financially. If I had to pay rent, I’d ... I just wouldn’t be able to. If I can barely manage a six-hour workday when I don’t even have to commute, I can’t imagine a standard workday. (I’d say 9-5, but I don’t know if that’s even standard anymore; somehow it feels overly generous for the world today.) Add a commute into the equation on top of that? I remember how it was before I went on long-term sick leave to pursue a diagnosis on all this; how I ended up spending almost half my day near or in tears from the pain. And I think how lucky I am, because without support, I’d still be doing that, and I wouldn’t be living in half as nice a place. And even with that, I’m still pushing myself harder than I should to manage all the stuff that isn’t rent.

And these jackasses with their six-figure salaries are telling people like me - and more to the point, those who are worse off than I am - that they have to get used to being even poorer?

Part of this is being hangry, I admit. Dinner’s in the oven, and tomorrow’s online grocery shopping day, and I am going to arrange my purchases so I have the fixings for quick lunches that I can eat at the “employment” side of my desk. And then I will get in the habit of actually bringing those to my desk first thing so I don’t forget while in The Zone. Anyway, part of this is hangry, but most of it is just ... there’s not even a word for what it feels like to live in this country anymore. There’s anger and there’s sadness and there’s blind panic and creeping terror and this miserable resignation and ... it’s all bad, put it that way.

At least I will feel better after I’ve eaten. I’m just tired of having to feel this fortunate to be eating at all. It’s more than a lot of the people who’ve been told to “just accept that you’re poorer and stop asking for a raise” can do today.

#Thess on economics

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vannahfanfics · 1 year ago

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Hello it’s Sel. I would like to get Naruto ultimate match up:)

So I’m 18 years old, short, sporty girl with black hair and Asian features. I have and love tattoos and obsessed with gym and sports. I never wear skirts and dresses, my style is a 24/7 sportswear.

I’m extremely introverted and I’m a very bad commutator, I never start the conversation first, it’s really hard to become my friend. People always assume that I’m mean or arrogant by the way I look (because of my 24/7 resting b*tch face😅) but my close ones know that I’m a very funny and kind person. My personality type is ISTP.

So my positive character traits are only for those ones who I trust and like. I’m a very adventurous and spontaneous person. I really love risky and dangerous situations. I’m literally not scared of anything, the only thing I’m scared of is uncertainty about the future .I’m very loyal, I’m ready to do anything for my close ones and I expect them to be as selfless for me it’s really important . I really enjoy traveling, one of my dreams is to live in 5 different countries. I already moved from my home country to Europe. I like learning about different countries and cultures, that’s why I really like history, I love reading about the old events, legends and myths. Really enjoy watching documentaries about criminals. I want to be a sport manager, but if I never liked sports I would’ve been a police officer or detective. In Naruto world I would definitely be a Kunoichi it’s a perfect work for me😍 I’m completely not a lovey-dovey person, and I never express my love with words, it’s pointless and childish for me. I can be totally cold with my closest people with expressing emotions and feelings , but they know that I love and care because I show it with my acts. The only soft spot that I have is animals😩 I feel like a little kid with them, I have a dog and I literally treat him like he’s my baby(because he is🥺) And I hate with passion people who don’t care about animals. I used to be a horse rider until I broke my leg, but I still adore horses and one day I’ll come back. Maybe I’m a cold person but I need an opposite, maybe it’s a little bit selfish but I hate when people are cold with me. I don’t like intrusive people, but someone who’s more communicative and easier than me. I’m a very confident person, but I always expect more from myself and other people. Also I don't like being lazy and wasting time, I'm always worrying that I'm wasting my free time for nothing

So now about my negative traits😅 I’m too straightforward, I don’t think that it’s a bad trait but sometimes the truth turns out too rude. I often offend people without noticing it, but not intentionally, I know that if not me no one’s going to tell them the truth. I’m very short-tempered, I think that’s my main problem. I have anger issues, that’s why I was a trouble child in school and always was arguing and fighting with everyone😂 Now I’m more mature and calm but I’m still getting easily annoyed. I have a crazy mood swings, maybe I’m often unbothered and cold but sometimes i can be really loud. But anyways I can’t stand too childish, silly and immature people, I had friends like this and I always felt like I’m their mom. But good sense of humor is important to me. Sometimes I hide my emotions and how I feel because I don’t want to look weak, it’s a very bad habit. But I’m always here for people when they need to talk about their problems, people say that I could’ve been a good psychologist. I have very good intuition but sometimes I’m too judgmental and pessimistic

Sport is number one thing in my life. I love football, I play and watch it, I love boxing and can spend hours in the gym. I run in the mornings and trying to have healthy lifestyle. For me, my men, it’s extremely important him to be as sporty and active as me, one of my dreams is to exercise and train with my partner. I want him to be attractive, tall and have a good body. What I’m looking for in a guy: being very smart and mature, should accept me with my coldness and straightforwardness, being fun and spontaneous, more easygoing and communicative than me. He should be really understanding and know how to calm me down. I can be too picky 😂 He should be interesting and always ready for adventures:) In my life work and career will always be a number one thing, I don’t dream about marriage or something but I would love to have someone who will share my interest, who will teach me new things in life. So I think that’s it :) Thank you in advance🫶🏻

So sorry for the delay in getting this to you, but at last, here is your match-up! I've been dealing with some gnarly writer's block off and on for the last few months, amidst the endless struggle of medical school, but I seem to be getting my groove back and was thus finally able to make some time (and brainpower LOL) to write this up for you. Thanks again for commissioning, and also for being so patient! So, let's dive right in, shall we?

I match you with...

Kiba Inuzuka from Naruto!

This one wasn't a hard one for me, LOL; it wasn't long into your vignette before I was just like "Oh, this is Kiba all the way!" I've got lots of reasons why I think he's the best fit for you, so without further ado, let's get to the analysis!:

First and foremost, you're the kind of girl that'll catch Kiba's attention! He loves sporty girls; their personalities and interests tend to match well with his, making for a good basis to build a relationship. Plus, he thinks sportswear is so sexy. He's happy to see you all dolled up, of course, but he thinks you're just as striking in sportswear and lowkey prefers it. What can I say? The man knows what he likes LOL!

Your introversion and R.B.F. might put off other suitors, but not Kiba. If anything, he respects a girl with a 'tude, so he's not afraid of approaching a girl who looks like she might rip him to pieces just for trying to start a conversation! He knows that a lot of times these brusque personas conceal a much kinder, softer person, so he doesn't take first impressions at face value. He's more than happy to take the time to get to know the real you—and, as I mentioned before, the two of you have tons in common!

Just like you, Kiba is adventurous and spontaneous; really, can you look at this guy and not instantly think "thrill-seeker"? He thinks your aspiration to live in so many different places and immerse yourself in different places is dope as hell. He's not stricken with wanderlust to your extent, but he's always keen to try or experience new things, so he's totally down for the ride. Admittedly, he's always found history and such pretty boring; but with you, it would be different. The zeal with which you seek and share various histories, myths, and legends is enough to spark his own interest, at least enough to happily let you gush about the things you learned with him and, as your relationship deepens, go out of his way to find things that you might find interesting. If it's something that puts a smile on your face, it could never be boring to Kiba! You're a little more up his alley with your interest in criminal justice, though. The man loves true crime; he could sit around watching television dramatizations and true crime shows for days. It just intrigues him, the way the perpetrators and investigators both think, and the shit they can do with science to solve seemingly unsolvable cases? Awesome!

Kiba is also fiercely loyal and selfless when it comes to those he cares about. It is also a quality he values highly in his significant other—just another reason that you two mesh so well. It's his loyalty that helps him deal with your apparent aloofness. One way in which Kiba differs from you is his readiness to express his feelings and affections; he's like a big puppy, desperate to be close as often as possible and always very open with how he feels. His primary love language is physical touch, so expect tons of cuddles and P.D.A. (to your comfort level, of course; he'd never overstep your boundaries!). Words of affirmation are his secondary love language, so it does admittedly baffle him at first when he finds that you aren't as open with your affections and, as you put it, even cold. The good thing is that Kiba is actually one to readily communicate with his partner, despite his outward gruffness, and he wouldn't sit on his unease for long before bringing it to your attention. Unfortunately, he's not the best when it comes to reading people, so he wouldn't be able to just pick up on the fact that you communicate more through your actions; he'd need you to tell him outright. Once you do, though, all is good! He's quick on the uptake and will soon be able to read the thought and care behind your actions with ease. :)

Kiba even shares some of your "negative" traits, such as being too straightforward. The man does not have a filter; he says what comes to his mind, and this can often come off as rude to other people. A lot of times, Kiba's trying to be rude because he doesn't take bullshit well XD Kiba also has his fair share of anger issues; he was a straight-up hellion of a kid, getting into fights and rebelling against authority. Like you, he's also chilled out as he's aged and matured, but not completely. You two would inevitably butt heads, passionate and hot-headed as the two of you can be. Don't sweat that, though! Kiba's always the first one to apologize. If he feels things are getting too heated, he's quick to step away before things spiral out of control; as soon as his head clears, he regrets fighting with you immediately and will slink back with his tail between his legs to beg your forgiveness, whether he was in the wrong or not. He always comes back with a gift of some sort—flowers, chocolates, something you like—but not to make his apology seem more genuine. He just wants to express his regret in every way possible and show you how much you mean to him!

Sportswear isn't the only reason that Kiba loves sporty girls, LOL. Kiba's a sporty guy, and he wants a gal that can keep up with him! He's into all manners of sports, but getting roughed up and dirty playing rugby or some other intense contact sport is his bread and butter. As one can imagine, he lives a very healthy lifestyle as well, one that includes many hours in the gym. You've definitely found a gym buddy in him! Whatever kind of exercise you like to partake in, whether that's running or weights or kickboxing, Kiba's down for it! He's just happy to spend time with you. :)

Finally, it goes without saying that Kiba loves animals, especially dogs. Literally, he won't date anyone who doesn't like dogs and animals in general; it's a huge part of his life, and he ain't givin' Akamaru up for nobody. You think your dog is a baby now? Wait until Kiba comes around. Your pooch is gonna end up rotten, just like Akamaru is!

I wanna circle back to the only point of real contention that would exist in your relationship: the fact that the two of you can get a little testy. Kiba's not exactly the most easygoing guy, but he is more communicative than appearance and personality would suggest, which is why I stand by matching him with you. I just wanted to delve deeper into that and illustrate through a scenario how good of a communicator Kiba is despite the occasional hiccup:

The two of you will spat. It's inevitable, given your personalities, and what couple is sunshine and rainbows 100% of the time? However, despite his combativeness, Kiba doesn't argue for the sake of arguing, especially not with his significant other. If he argues, it's because it's something he is very staunch about. However, Kiba will really dig in his heels and, after a point, refuse to see logic or reason.

As I previously mentioned, however, Kiba will never let a fight get too intense. He can recognize when things are heating up to a dangerous and unproductive degree, and when it hits that threshold, he just walks away. The last thing he wants is for him to say something that will seriously hurt you just because he's angry, or, heavens forbid, actually hurt you because he's just so riled up. So, regardless of if you're egging it on or not, he'll tell you that he's leaving to go clear his head, and then go do just that.

Kiba takes drives to come down from his anger, and he doesn't sit there stewing and trying to justify himself; he just mindlessly wanders, refusing to entertain any thoughts about your argument until he's of sound mind again—and then the regret hits him like a freight train. Of course it does. He doesn't enjoy arguing with you because he knows it hurts you, and he hates being the source of any pain for you. Justifying his stance in the fight is still the furthest thing for his mind, but now it's because he's desperate to make amends and show you that you're far more important to him then whatever silly debate the two of you were having.

It could be the middle of the day or the middle of the night; it doesn't matter. Kiba's gonna find something that he can buy that you like to show you that he cares. The man'll pick wildflowers off the roadside if he has to. He'll make sure to give you plenty of time to cool off yourself, and he'll always check to make sure that you're okay with him turning up at your door before doing so. If you're not ready, he'll wait until you are; pushing you doesn't exactly show that he cares, and he knows that despite how desperate he is to apologize. If there's a certain way that he knows to help you calm down without inciting your frustration again, he'll definitely do so.

Speaking of apologizing, as soon as you're face-to-face, that's what he's doing. You won't even be able to get a word out before apologies are tumbling from his mouth like a waterfall, and they're completely genuine. He doesn't want to manipulate you or make himself look good; he's genuinely sorry that he let things progress to that point and that he hurt you by arguing with you. Whether you forgive him or not, he just wants you to know that! He knows how important communication is to you, and he dropped the ball this time. He'll do better—and he honestly does! The further your relationship progresses, the more he learns about the way you think, and the better he gets at broaching topics that can cause tension. It takes him time, but he does his best to communicate in the way you need him to.

He's so earnest to make things right that he honestly forgets why you got in a spat in the first place. He won't even let the matter be brought up again until the both of you are completely good. Again, you're far more important to him than anything else could be!

Finally, here's the drabble that is included as part of the Tier III match-up! Given how sports are a big thing for both of you, I decided to do something related to that. Here's the two of you playing some good old-fashioned rough-and-tough backyard American football!:

"Are you sure that you want to do tackle instead of two-hand touch? I know your girl is tough, Kiba, but she's still the only girl here."

"Can it, Naruto," Kiba scoffs at the perturbed blond, and you're caught between feeling bad for the guy for simply trying to be considerate and feeling a surge of pride at your boyfriend's unwavering confidence in you. Kiba throws one arm around your shoulders while the other holds up his hand for him to flip Naruto off. "My girl will be tackling your pathetic asses to the ground, not the other way around. Bet."

"Okay, okay, jeez! You don't gotta be such an ass about it," Naruto grumbles, half-heartedly returning Kiba's vulgar gesture before stooping over to scoop the scuffed, well-worn football up from the grassy ground.

"I'm actually on Naruto's team, remember?" you giggle as Kiba presses a kiss and a self-satisfied sneer into your temple. "So I'll be tackling your pathetic ass to the ground."

"Ohoho?" he laughs as he pulls back to cock a brow at your blatant challenge. "You won't even be able to tackle my dust, babe." When Naruto calls for you to get in position, he gives you a gentle push—one hard enough to get you moving, but gentle enough not to be a forceful shove. You stick your tongue out at him over your shoulder as you walk to where Naruto squats in front of Lee, preparing to hike the ball. Shikamaru lounges on the left flank, looking like he would literally rather be anywhere else; he probably does, but Naruto never fails to entice him into participating in their weekly football match with the promise of free ramen. As you stroll toward the right side, you are keenly aware of Kiba watching your every move. You're wearing the purple-and-black spandex joggers, matching racerback tee, and black sports bra that never fails to leave his eyes glued to you—and you may have done so deliberately, knowing that you'd be playing on the opposite team as him today. He's so engrossed in you and the sexy sportswear that hugs your body that he doesn't register Naruto calling out the play until the last second, just in time for the blond to hike the ball to Lee and then take off at blinding speed for the endzone.

Meanwhile, you race to your agreed-upon position on the right side of the field, ready to receive the ball if Lee can't get a direct shot at Naruto. Sure enough, Choji comes barreling toward Lee with full intent of bringing him down where he stands, and the ravenet begins frantically searching for someone to lob the ball at before he's brought down by two hundred pounds of raw power.

"Lee! Over here!" you shout and wave your arms above your head.

Lee wastes no time in responding to you, throwing the ball in your direction in the split second before Choji tackles him to the ground. You lithely trot backward as you track the ball's arc, following it until it drops right into your waiting hands—no, Kiba's!

"Later, babes." Kiba steals a kiss on your cheek before darting toward the opposite side of the field, leaving you in a stunned stupor. You quickly recover from his sneaky interception, shaking your head vigorously to get it back in the game before charging after him with a yowl. There's no way that you can live down such an insult, and the desperation of avoiding his grandstanding pours energy into your body; you catch up to him five yards outside of the endzone and all but fling yourself at him with a desperate cry.

Kiba yelps in alarm when you slam into his back and wrap both your arms around his middle to drag him kicking and flailing to the ground. In his wrestle to escape your grip, the ball slips from his arms and tumbles to the ground. Howls of "Fummmmmmblllllleee!" fill the air, followed by hoots of laughter and wolf whistles. Hardly surprising, considering that you somehow ended up straddling Kiba in your chaotic grappling.

"Hey," you puff as you sit atop him, chest heaving with ragged breaths and one hand splayed across his own, which was doing the same. The other raked through your hair to pull it out of your flushed, sweat-sheened face.

"Hey," he huffs back with a blank expression. It quickly twists into a sneer, and he winds his arms loosely around your waist. "That was a hell of a tackle."

"I told you that I'd put your pathetic ass on the ground," you tease with a wheezy laugh, admittedly still a bit breathless from your feverish sprint.

Kiba just hums, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the skin revealed from where your tank top was bunched above your hip bone. After a second, though, he tips his head back and shouts down the field, "And you losers wanted to play two-hand touch!"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," comes Shikamaru's unimpressed drawl. "Are you gonna get up, or did she take you outta commission with that tackle?"

"I ain't outta commission," Kiba gripes back, then looks up at you with gleaming eyes. "I'm just enjoyin' the view~"

You roll your eyes at his flirty remark, but a smile tugs at your lips despite yourself. Just like your heartstrings do when Kiba nods his chin at you in a clear request for a kiss—and, naturally, you indulge him. You hold your hair out of your face as you lean down over him to press your mouth to his own in a sweet but lingering kiss. Not lingering enough, you note with a giggle when you retreat to find Kiba pouting up at you, clearly displeased at only getting one smooch—and a short one, by his standards.

"If you want more, you'll have to catch me~" you chime as you climb off of him and to your feet. As you brush blades of grass from your clothes, Kiba rolls over and hops to his feet; you brush a few grass bits from his tee shirt with a pretty smile, then whirl on your heel to begin flouncing back to your teammates. You don't make it far before Kiba is rushing up behind you to envelop you in a hug, and you squeal as he lifts you off the ground and whirls you around.

"Caught you," he grins before peppering your face and hair with kisses. You giggle and shriek as you wiggle in his hold.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"Oh, well, too bad. That's how I took it," comes his rumbling reply, and it is followed by another attack of kisses. Unfortunately for the rest of the boys, the game of football is put on hold as Kiba devotes himself to showering you with affection. Oh, well... Kiba was going to lose to you anyway!

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angleofmusings · 2 years ago

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every time i think about how much the car-centric US infrastructure fails to actually benefit individual drivers i get a little bit more anti-US

we *have* public transit here, but like. if the commuter rail (already a decent walk, or a short drive but only if i’m going to be back within four hours) isn’t running at the time i’m trying to get somewhere. like. it’s 15 minutes to drive to the nearest T stop and then $9/day for parking, plus fares. otherwise to get into the city proper it’s 30–40 minutes of driving in awful traffic, upwards of $30 to park somewhere, and then if it’s for a specific event another 20–30 minutes just to get out of whatever parking garage i had to park in. and then i still have to drive home.

if i want to, say, go to gillette for an event, even taking the train requires going into the city first. driving directly to the stadium is an option but requires buying a parking pass and sitting in awful traffic and spending an hour getting out of the parking lot, or walking a mile to and from a friend’s house to the stadium (which, to be clear, only works if you know someone who lives nearby).

on a larger scale, if you want to go north-south between two places anywhere that’s west of chicago but east of california-oregon-washington, amtrak can’t really help you. you can fly (usually requires driving to the airport and getting an uber/lyft/taxi at your destination) or drive. I-15, 25, and 35 are basically the only north-south interstate highways in that region.

let’s say we’re traveling from helena, MT to albuquerque, NM. (two major cities i picked at random.) google maps doesn’t even offer any train routes. you can take I-15 for 8 hours down to northern utah and then drive 2 hours to I-70, head southeast for six and a half hours until you get to I-25 north of albuquerque, then continue south for 15 more minutes. in total, almost 17 hours of driving. just over 1000 miles, which is over 1600 km.

what if you’re in page, AZ (just south of the utah border) going to aberdeen, SD (about 34 miles / 55 km south of the north dakota border). the fastest route by car is over 20 hours, and requires you to make a big winding circle that takes over 3 hours and almost 150 miles / 240 km to even reach utah, and almost 3 hours more to reach I-70; in total 315 miles / 507 km. (from page AZ to I-70 in crescent junction UT is about 170 miles / 270 km as the crow flies.) and you’ve still got about 15 hours more driving to look forward to! you have to drive almost 5 hours on I-70 to denver, CO (yay, driving through a major city!!) and then 3 and a half hours on I-80 to reach the nebraska border, and 6 more hours after that using mostly state routes to reach aberdeen. total distance as the crow flies: 895 miles / 1440 km. total distance as the car travels: 1286 miles / 2070 km, over 1.4 times as far. and no, you can’t just take the train. and aberdeen is 75 miles from the nearest airport with any flights, and it’ll run you almost $700 per ticket in addition to any cars you have to rent or ride share app fees.

for an EU comparison: from guadalajara, spain (near madrid) to augsburg, germany (near munich) is around 17 hours by transit, or over 18 hours by car. and even that 18+ hours by car is significantly closer to a straight line. (going directly from madrid to munich is even more of a difference: 16 hours by transit, over 19 hours driving. or you can of course take a flight, which will take ~2.5 hours and cost a third as much per ticket as the US example.)

the reason this works is because europe has far less space. the cities are denser, so the infrastructure is denser, too. trains are great at dealing with lower density areas, so why doesn’t the US use them?

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 2 years ago

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@admiral-craymen replied to your post “@admiral-craymen replied to your post “What else can you tell me about this?” So, would you like to learn how to compress time...”

Awesome! When will you do it?

Theoretically, we have the power of compound interest behind us. Every second we save is an amount of money added to our investment fund. In practice, compound interest is a lousy investment strategy because, among other reasons, we are unlikely to actually save a lot of time and we only get so many chances to reinvest what we have saved.

We could make the problem much more tractable, however, if we made the assumption that time saving is not only possible, but that it would be the result of action by present-day humans rather than by some technology that hasn't been invented yet. In this case, we could use the compound interest principle as it actually works: every dollar that we would have spent but don't (after factoring in lower future medical expenses, etc.) is an investment made on our behalf, and will be added to our fund.

Now, how many dollars will we save? I took a look at how long the average U.S. household spends on various activities, and converted those to costs:

http://xkcd.com/1554/

Googling "medical costs for the average person"

http://www.worldometers.info/summary/average_life_expectancy/#2 Husband/wife ages

http://classroom.synonym.com/business-owner-wife-10262510.htmlskip-showering

The life expectancy number here is a pretty big assumption (and also does not account for the really nice thing about time travel, which would be early "re-mortgaging" of further future years -- e.g. meet 35-year-old wife of 25-year-old self, fall in love, have 5-year-old kid, drop kid off with 25-year-old self, 25-year-old self and 30-year-old wife meet, agree to buy nice house, live happily ever after, make payment to home lender), and it will need to be justified with some additional assumptions about how this would work and/or fiddled with in a more elaborate way.

But, to make an approximate calculation, let's pretend that these figures are roughly correct. If a person lived 80 years and saved an average of $100,000 in the process, this would give us an answer of $4,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 total savings from not showering, 1/2 of which is wasted on medical bills ($2,000,000,000,000,000,…)

Now, let's assume that people have an average of 1/10 of their lives free. That is, on average, they spend 80% of their time on sleeping, working, commuting, household activities, etc. If you want to get really detailed about it, you can probably do a little more math and come up with percentages for every specific activity that you'd need to add together.

Then, let's estimate how much time we "save" by saving on showers. My admittedly unscientific guess is that we spend, on average, approximately 30 minutes in the shower per day. If we were to add 5 minutes onto that (as you suggested), we'd save 1800 hours over the average lifespan.

At $10/hour, this would save us $18,000. But, as we established earlier, that's less than a drop in the bucket of $4,000,000,000,000,000 saved by not showering.

Finally, we need to deal with the problem of compounding. The chart I linked above has a slope of .23% (of the amount saved per year), which corresponds to a cumulative saving of about $87,000 after 50 years. Given that I'm doing a lot of eyeballing here, I'll say that this is about right (but note that this assumes compounding for a fixed time period, whereas time savings are accumulating indefinitely). This would mean that in 50 years, the value of showering savings would be $1,728,000.

Dividing by 80, we get $21,500 for every year, which is 1/30 of the value of not showering. In other words, if we're assuming no medical expenses (which we shouldn't, if we're actually going to do this), not showering doesn't pay off.

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cmoroneybooks · 2 years ago

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How do you write with a full-time job - Part two

Okay so on from my post ranting a little bit about people asking this question and being furious when the answer they get is ‘sacrifice your personal time mostly’ here is a concrete list of ways to write around a full time job. Please note, I don’t have kids and while some of this advice will be useful to parents with full-time jobs some of it just doesn’t apply.

Finding Additional Time

This is about finding time in your day/week that goes to waste and using it for writing. The first part of this is deciding which way(s) you’ll write on the go. The options I suggest are:

Download the Microsoft Word or Google Docs app to your phone (both are free on GooglePlay, I assume it’s the same for Apple,) and use your phone to write in these free, wasted moments. The notes app your phone comes with is another option, as is drafting emails to yourself.

Use voice-to-text features to dictate writing when your hands are occupied. Buying a specific device results in the least editing time later, but Google Docs and Microsoft Word both have this function built in.

Buying a small, portable notebook and bringing the notebook and a pen everywhere with you.

I personally use Microsoft Word on my phone and after recently being offered the idea of using voice-to-text dictation I’ve been trialing using it in the car. I don’t have to commute to my job but unfortunately I do have to commute to my friends. So far I find it better for plotting and planning than actual writing but it’s getting easier to add punctuation by voice. Practice makes perfect.

So, onto the wasted time examples.

1. Your commute

If you don’t work from home, then chances are there are 15+ minutes you spend in a car or on a train twice a day. If you’re driving give dictation a go. If you’re on the train bust out your notes app or notebook.

2. Your lunchbreak

That blessed 30mins to 1 hour where you don’t have to think about your job. Use it wisely.

3. Waiting

Sitting in the waiting room for an appointment? Write. ‘Watching’ your kid’s sport practice? Write. Stuck in a ridiculously long queue? Write.

4. Cooking and cleaning

‘What the fuck,’ I hear you mutter. ‘I need to cook and clean.’ Yes you do, but do you need to think about washing dishes or cooking one of the five-fifteen meals i your usual rotation that you’ve cooked a hundred times before? Probably not. So why not, dictate to your phone and get some writing in. Hate the idea of being overheard? Me too, I live alone it’s the best. But even just thinking about your book will help. I actually find having my hands occupied in some mundane task I don’t need to pay attention to can be some of the best thinking time. The solution to plotholes, the revolutionary new idea, the character’s secret that is so secret you’ve yet to think of it, all that comes out when I’m cleaning. Give it a try.

Finding Ways To Save Time

In this I have two major categories.

One is the much hated personal sacrifices. But let’s be honest, you’re trying to do another job while you have a job. Writing takes a lot of time and unfortunately you have a finite amount of that. There are certain things you must do. You have to sleep, eat, work, do household chores, and care for your own personal hygiene. The things that you can choose to do are the only ones you can replace with writing, and those are usually the things you want to do.

The other, which you’ll much prefer, is efficiency. It’s all down to ways you can more quickly do those things you must do to make more space for writing. Be warned, some of them cost money.

Personal Sacrifices

Too Many Hobbies

This one is going to be controversial, but you only have 168 hours in a week. You’re supposed to sleep for 7-10 hours. The average workday is 8 hours. If you sleep 7 hours and work 5 days a week, you have 87 hours a week to do everything else.

That’s getting ready for work, commuting to work, coming home from work, cooking, cleaning, showering, going grocery shopping, caring for children, eating, any appointments you have to attend, spending time with family and friends, resting, and of course, writing.

If you want to write a book, you need to commit serious time to doing that and if you don’t want to burn out, you still need to do the restful activities that don’t drain your creative or mental energy. It might sound strange, but sometimes prioritising the 2 hours of Netflix with your partner of an evening over a second hobby is the best choice you can make.

If you’re trying to be a leather worker, painter, writer, competitive fps player, and potter, you’re just going to end up being just okay at all of those things. You’re also not going to write very much.

Too Much Rest Time

There’s a big difference between watching 2 hours of Netflix to let your brain log off and watching Netflix from the time you get home from work until the time you go to sleep. It’s okay to do that sometimes, of course, but as part of your regular after work routine? Write for a few hours before you sit down to Netflix (or after, whatever works for you.)

Choose Reading

So reading is a writer’s apprenticeship. Reading books helps make you a better writer. You’ll only have limited hours of downtime in a week and reading is the only downtime activity that is also making you a better writer.

Don’t Overbook Social Activities

Going to hang out with friends will drain your spare hours quickly. You have to get ready to go, make the trip to wherever you’re meeting (or perhaps clean the house in anticipation) actually spend time with them and then make the trip home. I dedicate one weekend day to myself every week. No plans with friends or family. I write, I mealprep, I grocery shop, and I clean, but mostly I write. I also recommend you’re careful with after-work socialisation. Save at least 3/5 nights for yourself to write and rest. I’m excluding people you live with in this, but you want to hang out with them in a way that lets you rest. Watch a movie together. Chat while eating dinner. Play on the same Minecraft server. Build lego together. Whatever it is.

Efficency

Clean As You Go

This is a phrase that was repeated to me over and over at McDonald’s when I worked there as a teenager. McDonalds are nothing if not efficient. Put your dishes straight in the dishwasher or sink when you’re done with them. Don’t drop your clothes on the floor when changing, put them in the laundry basket. When you are finished with an activity, clean up the mess you’ve made doing it before moving on to something else. You’d be amazed at how much less tidying up you will need to do if you clean up after yourself in day-to-day life.

Meal Prep

I’m not talking about the insanely beautiful meal prep you see on TikTok and Instagram. I mean cooking a week’s worth of dinners on Sunday night. Every dinner I eat for the week is cooked on Sunday. All my lunches are prepared on Sunday. I don’t do a high effort breakfast; I eat toast and yoghurt with strawberries but if I wanted something more interesting, I would cook it on Sunday.

Outsoucing

Pay for someone else to do the work for you in order to claw back time in your busy week.

Get your groceries delivered,

Buy pre-made meals and freezer food that require no meal prep,

Subscribe to a meal delivery box to save time grocery shopping,

Pay someone to clean your house,

Pay your kids to do extra household chores (it’s good for them)

Use a laundry service,

Hire a gardener,

Hire a babysitter and go write in a cafe.

If anyone has any additional tips, add them on!

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eternally6pm · 2 years ago

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Irresistible Force - Part 4

Tending Towards Zero

Rating: M

Characters: Jakob, FCorrin, Xander, Silas, Camilla.

- They dance -

PART 3 | PART 5

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Jakob found himself settling into routine before he even realised the month had ended and it was time to turn in his first report to Xander. Corrin was perhaps one of the easiest assignments he had ever been given – she was transparent and cooperative, and any potential threat to her safety seemed to be minimal at worst.

And yet at the same time, this job was in fact the most difficult thing he’d ever had to do. No matter how many times Jakob tried to school the jumble of inappropriate thoughts in his head into submission, it was painfully apparent that the more time he spent with Corrin, the worse his crush on her became.

At first, he tried to fight it, skirting the idea like the time bomb that it was, trying to convince himself that the frantic fluttering in his chest he felt when she lit up at the sight of the coffee he brought her every morning was the effect of the first few sips of his espresso, and that he only reason he had to swallow the heavy feeling he had on evenings where she dismissed him early was because he didn’t like the idea of having to commute on the trains during rush hour.

But it wasn’t duty that made him stop her at the door so he could retrieve a coat and make her put in on before he drove her to university, or any written clause in the contract they’d signed that required him to impulsively buy her flowers under the guise of “brightening up the place”.

“You’re always underdressed,” he complained, helping her into a long tan coat.

“I don’t remember the weather report. You’re my reminder.”

“What happens one day, when I’m not around to remind you?”

She grinned. “I’ll freeze and die. So you’d better be around.”

And it was at half-past eight, on a gloomy Wednesday morning, standing by her front door with her silk LV scarf in his hands, late again for classes, that he decided that he couldn’t fight it anymore.

Not when she spoke so thoughtlessly – empty, playful comments that made him wish for more time, more contact, more closeness. Not when her smile ignited something in Jakob that made him feel like everything inside him was alight, burning until it consumed every last beat of his heart, every last breath.

I love her, I love her, he realised, and it felt like someone had held a gun to his head and blown reality away.

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The younger boy was nervous and Jakob suspected that he might have been intimidated by the prospect of confrontation, but once he finally found the courage to speak, it was clear that the subject of discussion was what had him on tenterhooks.

“Are you into her? Corrin, I mean.”

Jakob peered over the rim of his drink at him. He took another swallow. It was a sorry virgin substitute for a gin and tonic – the bartender had given him a very confused look when he asked for tonic water with a squeeze of lemon – and it was awful. But not as awful as this conversation he was being forced to have.

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” And all of a sudden, Silas was angry, his eyebrows scrunching, the corner of his mouth turning down. It overrode his nerves, but only served to make him look less anxious and more irrational. “You follow her around everywhere, it’s freaking weird. Every time I call her, she’s either with you or she says she’s gotta take you with her. What is hell is up with that?”

“It’s nothing,” Jakob replied simply.

Nothing. Just a contract.

He looked to where Corrin bent over at the pool table, lining up a shot as her tongue peeked out at the corner of her lips in concentration and her skirt rode up to where her patterned stockings faded at the border of the top of her thighs.

“I don’t have friends here. My mother wanted her to make sure I wasn’t spending my time alone.” Sometimes, he surprised himself with how easily the lies came to him.

“Oh,” Silas blinked, visibly relieved at the explanation.

“You know how Corrin can be.”

Silas nodded, unsuccessfully hiding a smile with a large swallow of beer. He picked up the coaster and folded it in half. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to imply –“

Jakob waved him off. “It’s fine.” God, he hated not being able to drink on the job.

“I mean, I thought it was pretty weird anyway, being her cousin and all, but if you were into her,” he chuckled awkwardly, “how messed up with that be?”

More than you could possibly imagine.

It was a mess of lies, a mess of secrets, a mess of emotion, a mess when he thought about her for too long while he lay in bed alone.

“Quite,” Jakob agreed.

But it wasn’t as messed up as this. The boy would take this as permission, of course, confirmation that it was acceptable to go ahead and sweep her off her feet, and Jakob had just given it himself, while still barely getting his head around the fact that the idea of her spending time with someone else �� falling in love with someone else – made him feel sick with despair.

“Well, um, thanks for that.” Silas raised his beer at Jakob. “You’re not too bad, you know? Just need to cheer up a little. You’re always so serious.”

Jakob tilted the drink in his hand, watching as Corrin leaned back and gave a small victorious pump of her fist. She turned and caught his eye, flashing him a smile that made his heart twist with longing.

“You’re not the first to tell me that.”

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Corrin was tired.

She couldn’t remember exactly when it had started to build up, but all of a sudden, midterms had arrived and she had three other assignments due within the week of each other, two quizzes worth ten percent of her final mark and no time. All of it seemed to blend into an endless, indecipherable blur of late nights and a constant feeling of dread, like something was chasing her and the moment she let her guard down, it would seize her and shred her to pieces.

Her only comfort lately had been, ironically, her own bodyguard. When Xander had insisted that they hire a new one, she had tried to talk him out of it. She was old enough; she could look after herself, and besides, no one knew who she was anyway. It wasn’t like the Paparazzi were camping outside her apartment.

But Xander would not relent. She had to either get a bodyguard or move back home. Defeated, Corrin asked for a compromise: she would accept another bodyguard if she was allowed to choose the person protecting her. Xander agreed to let her accompany him downtown to the offices of Northern Fortress, and there, a block away from the conversation she would have with Gunter over a bunch of files, she met Jakob for the first time.

She shouldn’t have been surprised when his photo came up – of course the tie and the black bomber was a uniform – and once it did, she immediately lost interest in every other guard she had seen. He was handsome even in the standard headshot, his pale hair pulled back neatly to reveal the strong lines of his jaw, his blue gaze dark and solemn, and she knew the voice that passed those lips was accented in a way that gave her butterflies when he spoke.

I want him.

And he turned out to be more than just a firm hand and a handsome face. He was intelligent, efficient, serious to a fault, but also incredibly witty, and she found herself more and more prone to laughing in his presence. He was thoughtful. After she had commented on his coffee on the first day of semester, he brought her coffee every morning, a tall, strong latte that she knew he ordered hot so that it would still be warm by the time it reached her.

He was attentive. As the weather grew colder, Jakob wouldn’t let her leave the house without putting on a coat. The first time, it was genuine forgetfulness on her part – Corrin liked to wear skirts and dresses, and with the heating running at her apartment almost constantly, she never knew what the true temperature outside would be. But when he briefly vanished and reappeared with a coat from her wardrobe and then proceeded to put it on her and slowly button it up to her collar, she felt herself flush pleasantly from the feeling of his hands on her.

Every morning she forgot afterwards was entirely deliberate.

Jakob stood close when he did this, and she could smell the faint, fresh scent of his cologne, momentarily imagine that all this was happening in reverse and he would undress her, take her to bed and do things with his pretty mouth that would make her lose her mind.

He was kind. The one time she panicked at the sight of a spider, he had come running, so suddenly wrenched from his own evening that his hair was still damp from the shower she had clearly interrupted. But he still helped her even though he didn’t have to, and he’d even stayed afterwards to make her dinner. Corrin had pushed the limits of what was appropriate that evening, going so far as to try and get him drunk, but he was still, infuriatingly, a gentleman, even with almost four glasses of wine in him, and she had drunk too much herself to do anything other than fall asleep on the sofa. It was a small miracle that he’d woken her to get her to go to sleep properly and then somehow made it home without killing himself.

The only thing she’d really gotten out of that had been the fact that he used to be a ranking officer in the Royal Marines, and the thought of him in uniform only helped elevate her daydreams to a level that left her agitated and distracted.

It was almost ridiculous, how quickly and desperately attached to Jakob she had become, even though she knew he had nothing but a professional interest in her. Despite his ability to be constantly and consistently wonderful, he always seemed to be standing an arm’s length away from her, and it drove her crazy how someone could be near her every single day, and still not be close enough.

In fact, if Corrin took a step back from the sheer physical attraction that clouded her judgement, she found that she craved conversation with him the most, the hilariously dry banter that he would toss her way to bat back, the way he sighed when she said something nonsensical, the very rare smiles he would occasionally turn away to hide. She wanted to know him, not just be beside him, and it frustrated her to no end that it was impossible, given his role in her life.

Still, there were moments where these lines blurred and she couldn’t quite tell if Jakob was carefully toeing some sort of boundary, or if she were simply choosing to see it that way. He had brought her irises one morning, beautiful and so blue that they made his eyes almost look violet, and her heart had leapt excitedly into her throat at the sight of them, even though he said it was for no reason other than the fact that her apartment looked too dull and grey for his liking.

Lately, he had taken to the habit of remaining for just an hour or so after he drove her home from the university to make her dinner. She had told him it really wasn’t necessary, but he simply continued to do so, going so far as to set the table, before leaving for the day.

The only time Jakob stayed to eat with her, she had asked him to explicitly, sick of how empty her apartment felt after he was gone, hungry for more time in his company so she could tease him and hopefully this time, get him to laugh.

“Are your tests and assignments done?”

She sighed heavily. “Almost. I’ll be done by the start of next week.”

He moved another helping of green beans onto her plate. “Make sure you eat. Drink plenty of water, rest. And not at your desk. Go to sleep in your bed.”

“Yes, mum,” she rolled her eyes.

He cleared his throat, but it might have also been a noise of amusement.

“Would I… be able to help you at all?”

She looked up at him and saw that he had stopped eating, watching her almost uncertainly as he waited for her response.

“You’re already doing plenty.”

“Well,” he sighed quietly, “let me know if I can do anything else.”

You could kiss me, she wanted to say, but it was absurd, because he was just being nice, and she was being monumentally stupid about all this, letting her mind run away with deliberate misinterpretations, just because he had agreed to have dinner with her.

“Thank you, Jakob,” she said instead.

He shooed her to the study after dinner and insisted that he would do the dishes. By the time she returned to check on him, he had already left.

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It had been almost five whole minutes since he had shut off the engine, but in the darkness of the basement garage, he sat without moving, his hands still on the wheel as he watched her sleep.

Gently, ever so gently, he reached across to push the hair away from her face.

She looked peaceful, beautiful enough to break his heart.

“Corrin,” he whispered.

Her eyelids fluttered open.

#Jokamu #Jakob #Joker #Corrin #Kamui #FCorrin #fanfiction #republished edit #Bodyguard AU #Modern AU #this one is short so the next chap is going up too

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