#junior scientific officer

[forensicfield]

How To Become a Junior Scientific Officer in Forensic Science Laboratory?

Forensic science plays a critical role in the criminal justice system. It requires the development of practical skills in applying these disciplines to a specific issue as well as a strong foundation in the natural sciences because it is an applied....

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[cravetive]

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂

☾ ⋆*･ Pairings: Meteorologist! Jin x Fem!reader

☾ ⋆*･ Synopsis: after many failed relationships you find yourself struggling to open up to new connections but once you overhear that your timid colleague Seokjin has a crush on you, you set out to play a game of temptation where somewhere in the process, you come face to face with the sudden realization that the weather is not the only unpredictable thing.

☾ ⋆*･ Warnings: SMUT! workplace/office au, Jin is quiet and innocent until he's not, fingering, oral sex! ( M! receiving ), dirty talk, creampie ( hehe) , teasing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, hardcore, a bit angsty ( im an angst slut leave me alone ) , foreplay , slight dom/sub dynamics, kissing, biting/marking, we will pray Y/n gets her life together.

☾ ⋆*･ Authors note: I wish I could tell you what I've done but this is what my brain produces when I'm on 5 hours of sleep.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Word count: 10 K ( for what reason?)

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Ever since you were conscious you would often find yourself lost in the sky - entrained on the sun, the moon, and the stars but most importantly on the weather. Even before you could walk You wondered what caused thunders to ripple through the clouds, worried over the sun that disappeared during rainfall. You were fixated, overly obsessed and it is what had led you to become a research meteorologist and whilst some found the profession to be boring and fruitless (your parents), there was nothing in the world that you loved most then to predict cloudy skies and cold nights. Being able to observe, understand, and therefore explain the earth's atmospheric phenomenons offers you a sense of gratification.

On the other hand you couldn’t say you ran with the same luck when it came to love and relationships, your long list of exes and failed talking stages were enough scientific evidence to prove that. Things just never ended well between you and whoever fate decided to send your way. you could never decipher if it was due to the lack of communication, lack of interest, or a little bit of both that prevented you from harvesting anything solid with those you fell in love with but it always left you high and dry. It wasn’t like you were a hopeless romantic either, yet the instincts you had when it came to forecasting sunny skies were just not there when it came to romance.

To put it bluntly, your relationships just didn’t last and it had brought you to a point where you questioned all your romantic interactions.

How long will this one last? How long until this one ends? Will we see each other in public and turn the other way?

It's why you struggled to get your feelings across most times, it's why you found it almost impossible to tell that certain person who sat across from you at work how he made you feel.

The timid and reserved Junior meteorologist didn’t catch your attention at first, always keeping to himself and rarely participating in any after work activities with your co-workers, which had made it almost impossible for you to even notice him. that was until 3 weeks ago during a mandatory work dinner. Whilst on a small bathroom break you had unintentionally walked into a game of truth and dare between your colleagues where by perhaps fate you had eavesdropped on the confession of that very same drunken man.

You had opted to feign ignorance, slipping back into the table as if nothing had happened all whilst deciding to commence a cruel game against the meek man. You would find yourself teasing him, subtly flirting until his cheeks turned red and his words turned into stutters. At first it was a childish fun ruse but as time progressed you found yourself looking in his direction more often, entranced by his smile and quiet charisma.

You were doomed and yet, it didn’t stop you from taunting him. small winks and little comments of how good he looked in his baseball caps and soft sweaters, causing him to often jolt as a response. It was harmless until it wasn’t, until you started imagining him between your legs, his large and skillful hands wrapped around your neck.

“for fucks sake” Daiyu, your best friend and colleague huffed as she ran towards the entrance, her freshly styled copper hair drenched with rain that poured from the sunny sky. You giggled, closing your umbrella and entering the building, your heels squeaking against the marbled floors. Daiyu followed after you, a trail of curses falling from her mouth whilst her hands frantically wiped at her wet clothes.

“I always tell you to carry an umbrella and you never listen” you sighed.

“It was a 30% chance!” she exclaimed, reaching to frantically press on the elevator button.

“I should sue you guys” Daiyu groaned.

You looked back at her, taking in her flustered and soaked appearance, deciding not to pass further judgment. Daiyu was as stubborn as a bull and anything that you chose to say would just  go  through one ear and out the other anyways. you reached into your purse and grabbed a napkin, extending it out for her to take. She snatched it urgently and dabbed on her face, emitting a groan of frustration at the inconvenience the sky had caused her.

“It was so sunny and warm outside” she complained, which caused you to laugh loudly, both of you stepping into the elevator as the doors slid open.

“Looks can be deceiving Daiyu” you noted, watching as the doors closed in front of you.

Daiyu smirked, disregarding your statement and focusing on the current situation you were in. her mind going back to the late-night conversation you both had shared 2 days ago over wine and expensive cheese. She leaned over closer to you, her eyebrows teasingly raising while you shared a bewildered expression on your face.

“what?” you asked, concerned with her inquisitive glances.

“I guess the same thing can be said about Jin,” Daiyu winked, a hint of excitement in her tone. She goaded you to speak on the subject, but you rolled your eyes in response.

“I bet he is a real beast in the sheets” Daiyu raised her eyebrows.

“Daiyu please, this is not the time or place to have this conversation” you scolded - eyes fixed on the numbers that flashed on the small screen above the elevator panel. 

“I guess you are deceiving - look at you all serious now like you aren't torturing that poor man.”

“Daiyu” your eyes widened and she was lucky you were both alone in the elevator - out of hearing range of any nosy employee’s. 

“I didn’t share that with you so that you can hold it over my head” you snapped, making a quick escape as soon as the elevator doors opened.

“oh come on!” she shouted after you, the sound of her heels echoing inside the office as she chased after you, her arm interlinking with yours when she caught up. you didn’t intend to avoid the topic, in fact you found it relieving to be able to speak to someone freely about it but what Daiyu was trying to indicate with her previous statements were by far completely illogical. 

Jin was but a shy and reserved guy, not the kind that tried to deceive by putting on appearances. 

How else was he able to contain himself by your constant teasing and flirting, if he wasn’t.

“we will talk about this later” you declared, giving her a soft shove towards her desk. Daiyu pouted, providing you a saddened glance whilst reluctantly dragging herself to her desk where she threw herself into her chair in rather dramatic defeat. You giggled at the scene she produced and walked across the room, reaching your own desk.

Seokjin was already there, too focused on the screen in front of him to notice your arrival. You took this time to take in his appearance. the sweater he wore accentuating his biceps and broad shoulders, the pair of glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose causing a pulsation between your thighs - lured by the image of him crawling over you with them on. You cleared your throat quickly, grabbing his attention and interrupting your perverted train of thought.

He glanced up at you, cheeks already turning pink as he took in your presence.

“Good Morning Mr. Kim” you whispered, offering him a smug smile whilst sliding into your chair. It took a moment for him to respond, his eyes briefly falling on the low v neck blouse you decided to wear today (one of your many little tricks of course). His lips parted, a gulp traveling down his throat. He quickly removed his eyes from your accentuated breasts, dragging his attention back to his screen.

“G-good Morning” he stumbled on the phrase, his tone quiet and faint.

you smiled out of satisfaction, unable to suppress the butterflies in your stomach that only he managed to make flutter. Seokjin is sexy in the most subtle ways; he doesn’t even try and yet he could make you squirm in your seat like a schoolgirl. His full lips, his deep intense eyes, and dorky smile kindled a pressure in your lower abdomen that you often tried to conceal by crossing your legs. 

“I like that color on you, you look good” you complimented, offering Jin a small smirk.

Jin glanced down at his sweater, his hands smoothing out the cashmere deep blue material. He had liked the color, had even thought it was a nice sweater when he first picked it out at the store but having its tincture complimented by you now, gave it a new feeling - it felt softer against his skin.

“thank you” he almost muttered.

You nodded happily, bringing your hair into a ponytail as you always did when beginning the day. Jin’s eyes hesitantly trailed your exposed neck, carving out the smoothness of your skin and studying each detail of the necklace that hung there - soon halting at the sight of your lips, a breath hitching in his throat. 

“You like what you see, Mr. Kim?” you asked, your eyes sparking with the realization of his discreet stare.

Jin sat up,your voice startling him out of his daze - his eyes now looking in every direction but yours.

“cause you can see more if you want, you just have to ask” your voice was a mere whisper and Jin could feel every hair in his body stand up from your tone alone. There was a long silence, your eyes intensively studying his composure. He moved his attention back on his computer screen, deciding it would be best to ignore the comment that made his heart run laps inside his chest all together.

“Hey Jin” you called, his eyes quickly moving back to you with hesitation.

“I'm only joking” you lied.

You would've allowed him to see your entire soul if he had just asked.

The day had turned sour rather quickly, the entire office thrown into a frenzy by the threat of an incoming spring storm and it had left you running in circles all throughout the building, your heels beginning to jab into your feet painfully- leaving your soles red and sore. You groaned, stepping into the cafeteria for the first time in the day, finally allowing yourself a small break amidst the hysteria. You needed coffee and you needed it fast. Your heavy eyes scanned the cabinet in search for your favorite mug - propping yourself on your toes for a better view. 

“Where the hell did I put you?” you muttered under your breath, your hands pushing away various mugs in an attempt to find the deep emerald one you always used. Your shoulders ached, weighed down by the tumultuous day and your eyes burned, the result of staring at your computer screen for 4 hours straight. Not finding your mug would be the last straw, the drop of water that would make you spill over. You groaned loudly and leaned against the counter, your hand flying to cover your face in frustration while you balanced from one foot to the other, trying to ease the ache shooting up your legs.

“Are you looking for this?” a quiet and familiar voice asked.

You raised your head slowly, capturing a view of the man standing in front of you, your mug held comfortably in his hand. Exhaustion creeped through your body, leading you to bubble with irrational anger but as you prepared to berate the individual who had seized your precious mug, you took a moment to study their fingers, soon realizing they were the hands you melted over ever so often, concluding who the culprit behind the theft was.

Jin offered you a concerned glance, his profound sepia eyes blinking slowly as if expecting a response. You remained silent, losing yourself in his stare. the ache on your limbs suddenly evaporating for those short seconds, a wave of serenity settling deep inside of you. you shook your head slowly, unable to break eye contact as he made time stop around you.

All urgency to resume your pending tasks halted whilst you stood in front of him - The buzzling in the office growing quiet as your eyes slowly traced his features.

“I can wash it out if you want, I’m done anyways” Jin offered, a small smile forming on his face.

Your attention crawled to his mouth, inspecting his plump and soft lips, lips you wanted to press yours against, lips that were smeared with the cold foam of his coffee, foam you imagined on other parts of his body for you to lick.

“n-no, it's okay” this time it was you who stuttered; it was you who grew flustered.

The room fell silent as you remained stunned by his intense stare, your mind flowing with ideas that were neither appropriate nor sane. You were in deep shit, and you knew it, your heart pressed against your chest begging to jump into the hands of the man standing before you whilst your mind yelled that he was like everyone else, like every guy you had ever met. The one with the soft eyes and quick lies.

“You uh have something” you gestured to his mouth, making him aware of the leftover foam on his lips.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, his hand quickly flying to wipe away at his face. his eyes trailed away from yours, causing you to inhale sharply.

“Did I get it?” he asked, turning back to you. His cheeks still flushed with shame.

You inspected his lips once again, taking in their smoothness and soft pink color, pictured them gracing your skin softly - leaving their imprint on your skin.

“Here I’ll-” you offered, reaching forward and closing the gap between you both. you leisurely wiped away at the top of his lip with your thumb, removing all the residual foam left there. His lips were warm under your touch, your breaths growing short and unruly due to the sensation.

You could feel his stare fixed on you as you aided him, your cheeks becoming rogue at the sudden intimacy of the situation. Jin’s mouth parted as if he had wanted to say something but even if he had you doubted you would have been able to hear him over the hammering of your heart. The euphoric feeling dazed you out of all self restraint - luring you to act upon your intrusive thoughts .

you found yourself losing yourself in the sea of brown that were his eyes again, knowing you could drown and subsequently, dipped your foam covered thumb into your mouth without a second thought.

You collected the sugar that had once rested on his lips on your tongue and allowed it to rest there. A pleasure filled hum echoing from within your chest - your eyes fluttering shut at the satisfaction the fulfillment of your craving caused. You remained stuck there, your brain unable to generate anything but utter bliss. 

“hey! Is there any creamer lef…”

The voice of the intern entering the cafeteria was like cracking thunder, your body jerking as a life vest was being thrown at you, aiding you from going under. Your eyes shot open in realization, body tensing at the action you had just mindlessly committed but Jin didn’t appear to be as startled as you, his eyes firmly held on your lips. It felt like your whole body was on fire and it was only then when you noted the damp fabric of your panties pressed against your clit. 

Both you and Jin turned your heads quickly, eyes landing on the intern who stood shocked by the door, his mouth held ajar. You blinked quickly; your brain unable to register what had just taken place. it was as if everything inside you had been electrocuted and you couldn’t even find the strength to defend yourself against the silent accusation the interns eyes made.

You dreadfully took a step back from Jin, lowering your gaze once he looked back at you - you cleared your throat quickly before stumbling out of the shared space. The sound of your heels leaving echoes inside of Jin’s head.

You had deduced 2 things from that brief encounter. The first being you and Jin were beyond screwed - interns liked to talk, liked to share and gossip didn't take long to spread within the office and secondly, that being alone in a room with Jin was dangerous, far more than you had anticipated.

“Yup, it's been sent to the group chat” Daiyu nodded, pushing a spoon full of yogurt into her mouth.

You sighed, covering your face in agony.

As expected the details of your little encounter with Jin had been shared all throughout the office with the intern taking quite the creative liberty of disclosing details you were sure never happened. You groaned loudly, pushing your food away. 

“Oh god” you whispered, “we work together, you know I can lose my job right?” you stared at her, wide eyed but your friend didn’t join your panic, instead a small giggle escaped her lips and your eyebrows intertwined in confusion.

“Do you find this funny?” you yelled, throwing a balled-up napkin at her head.

“Hey! Let’s use our words” she laughed, causing you to throw your head back in defeat.

“What did you think was going to happen Y/n? Jin is a man and you are a woman - i'm surprised you haven't humped in the janitors closet yet” she mused. 

You pressed your hands against your temples, trying to stop yourself from imagining the both of you doing the mentioned act. 

“Relax, it’s not that bad” she responded, “besides their just rumors, okay?” you knew she was trying to calm you, trying to bring you back from the trepidation you had been succumbing to during the last few days but her words didn’t offer any relief, anxiety running through your entire body quickly and mercilessly.

“you know I almost believed it but then he added that Jin had his hands wrapped around your waist and I had to debunk it” Daiyu shared, swallowing the yogurt in her mouth “cause we both know that boy would simply combust if he even graced his finger tips against your skin.”

You shot bullets in her direction, how was she able to make a joke out of all of this when you were literally falling apart? your job on the line, your reputation. Everything you had worked so hard to get and maintain all down the gutter for a man and Yet, there wasn’t even a hint of regret in your thoughts, in fact the only reason why you were so stressed out in the first place was for the simple fact that you were caught,caught doing something so frivolous and yet the whole office was in an uproar about it.

If you knew you would be at the brink of getting fired over lingering stares and kinship, you would’ve at least given yourself the liberty of kissing him.

“Hey, you are in your head again” Daiyu yelled, snapping her fingers in your face. you blinked in her direction and sighed, turning away once again.

“Can this get any worse?” you complained.

“I think it just might,” Daiyu winced.

You glanced back at her and turned your head in the direction of her widened eyes. The director had stepped into the cafeteria, and he was walking straight to you. you felt your body tremble, your brain preparing for the worst. You quickly stood up, your entire nervous system beginning to shut down.

“Ms. Y/n” he greeted, you stood completely still, unable to bring any air into your lungs as your knees threatened to collapse.

“Mr. Han,” your voice trembled.

Daiyu stood up quickly, putting down her yogurt and offering your boss a 90 degree bow before standing up straight, giving you a panicked glance.

“Ms. Y/n do you have a moment? I would like to go over some things in my office” your heart dropped, your palms clammy. You soon became very aware of every vein in your body, pulsating strongly against your skin.

your throat went dry, sandpaper rubbing against the other as you tried to form a coherent response.

“I uh I – yeah”

He turned quickly without another word, his steps firm and demanding, you followed behind him like a lost puppy, glancing back at Daiyu; your eyes brimmed with tears. she attempted to give you a smile through her concerned expression but even her movements faltered when she offered you a thumbs up. You were screwed, you had gone too far in your little game and now you were facing the consequences.

The walk back to Mr. Han’s office felt eternal, passing coworkers who stared and mumbled amongst each other. You were dragging your feet at this point, your heart plummeting into despair the closer you got to his office. In retrospect you didn’t feel contrition towards the event that had taken place, one does not lament over things they enjoyed but now was not the time for you to ponder on the things you did or didn't regret.

one word from your boss and you would be sent packing with all of your hopes and dreams.

You entered his office quietly, brain swarmed with negative thoughts - predicting the words that would soon empty from his mouth.

‘YOU’RE FIRED’ 

The unspoken yet inevitable words rang inside your ears - tears swelling in your eyes out of mere anticipation. 

You let out a long breath, hoping that for a second it could appease your mind but it was no use, you were a nervous wreck and it was evident by the way your boss stared at you whilst he sat behind his desk. You decided to solve math problems in your head, a method that most times distracted you from distressing situations but as you began to find the answer to your first algebra problem you felt a presence next to you and when you glanced over, your legs buckled.

“please take a seat guys” your boss requested.

You tried to move your limbs, but your feet were stuck to the ground, eyes fixed on Jin whilst he avoided your gaze and pushed out his chair taking a seat as instructed. He didn't greet you as he tended to do nor did he give you one of his famous small introverted smiles you often looked forward to. It was as if you weren’t even there but you were and it was as if he couldn’t care less. 

Ouch…

he was tense, you could see it and It was all your fault. you were fucked, royally fucked. Your shaky hands reached for your own chair, hesitantly slipping next to him.

“I can assume you know why I’ve asked the both of you here” Mr. Han began, your stomach somersaulting painfully. You glanced over at Jin who remained silent, not a speck of anxiousness in his demeanor. Why was he so relaxed? Had he just accepted his fate? Your face contorted with conflict and then turned to face your boss, a long weighed sigh leaving your body.

“I want to apologize, I know that it wasn’t ethical and I assume full responsibility-“ you began rambling, your mouth going painfully dry. your boss stared back at you like you had 3 heads and your voice faded into thin air, further apprehension spreading inside of you.

“Y/n, I can attest you are really good at your job but why are you apologizing for the weather?” Mr. Han chuckled. you blinked slowly, unable to understand his words.

“huh?”

“look, we might be facing a storm soon and I want to send a group of you over to our headquarters in Yeosu, they will be hit the hardest and in all honesty they need all the help they can get”

Relief and embarrassment flow through you as his intentions are made clear. you let out a small nervous giggle struggling with the intrusive desire to slap yourself across the face.

“I can go on my own,” Jin interrupted, and you quickly turned to him. his face cold and expressionless, your stomach dropping once again and all those bad feelings that had previously  swallowed you, began eating at you all over again.

“I'm sure Ms. Y/n  here has a lot of work on her plate and I'm sure I can do most of the work myself.”

His words were rational, made sense even but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking this was just the aftermath of the rumors that had been spreading. You understood him, being spoken about and stared at when most times all he wanted to do was go about undetected must’ve been uncomfortable, albeit it made your insides twist.

“oh i'm sure you are more than capable but there will be a lot to cover and I just don’t think you’ll be able to manage.”

“Then give me a team, Ms. Y/n can stay here with the others - I'm sure we will need coverage here too” Jin insisted. you couldn’t bring yourself to protest. It was probably the best idea. You didn’t want any more rumors to spread about the two of you, not when it made Jin treat you like this. The game was over - no longer did you find amusement in your actions, instead you started to regret toying with him in the first place. it was immature on your part and you wanted nothing more than to apologize for your childish ways.

“I can understand your consideration of Ms. Y/n but it wasn’t a request” Mr. Han stated, causing chills to go down your spine.

“the train tickets have been purchased, you will be departing tomorrow morning” your boss concluded.

Jin stood up first, walking out of the room without another word. You followed behind quickly, your head spinning in circles as you tried catching up to him. 

“Jin” you called, but he kept his pace - not bothering to look back at you.

“Jin” you repeated, your voice much louder this time. 

His steps slowed, a sigh falling from his lips before he turned to look at you - you couldn't make out the stare he held once his eyes met with yours but it made you feel like shit. This entire ordeal was making you question the kind of person you were and for the first time since you had begun playing mind games with the man, you had realized how fucked this entire thing was. 

“How can i help you Ms. Y/n” his tone had always been reserved but this time it was different - you could feel the chill from a mile away. 

“I just wanted to say I'm sorry” you breathed. 

“Okay” he answered. 

“Okay?” you questioned, taken aback by his response. 

“Okay” Jin reaffirmed before he spun around and left you standing alone and confused in the empty hallway. 

The train ride had been 3 long painful hours and even though all your colleagues had slept peacefully, including Daiyu who snored into your ear the entire trip you hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Jin. He avoided you like the plague the entire way to Yeosu. Putting on his headphones when it was only the two of you awake, making sure he was the first to exit the train once it arrived, and when you entered the shared home you and your colleagues would be staying in for the longevity of the trip, he intentionally chose the room furthest away from yours.

You decided to just let the situation be, there wasn’t anything you could do now and besides, it didn’t appear like he even wanted an apology. Maybe, seeking him out would only make things worse.

“Have you talked to him?” Daiyu asked, setting up a small satellite on the ground to assist the tracking of the storm.

“no” you muttered, writing down notes in your notepad “and quite frankly I don’t intend to Daiyu.”

“oh come on, we will be here for 2 more days and you guys are just gonna what? Pretend the other is not there? It's making me and everyone else uncomfortable” she complained.

“And what other options do I have? I tried to apologize but he just said okay, like what even is that? okay?!” you huffed with frustration.

“he even stayed in when we said we would go out for drinks” you whisper, the topic alone distracting you from the data you were collecting. The memory caused an ache in your chest, an ache that you didn’t like. It was a faint soreness that had accompanied you many times before, during nights of heartache and rejection, so imperceptible yet debilitating.

“The kid likes you, we know he likes you, you know he likes you, and you like him” Daiyu shrugs “why are you dragging this?” her tone was annoyed but she held a smile on her face.

“it's more complicated than that and you know that” you responded, rolling your eyes.

“ugh whatever keep eye fucking him for all I care” Daiyu groaned.

“Are you all done here? I'll wait in the car” you yelled, taking quick steps away from Daiyu.

“hey! We need to make sure it's stable!” Daiyu yelled out but you ignored her, pretending to be too far to hear her curses.

As predicted the storm had arrived ferociously. Wind ripping through the city, rain pouring harshly - turning the sky opaque. Your dry and pained eyes stared at the computer screen in front of you as you wrote yet another report, racing against mother nature in an attempt to keep up with the current weather. You hadn’t slept in the last 24 hours and the toll it had left was visible. The only thing keeping you awake being the loud crackles of thunder tearing into the sky. 

You had been locked in your room all day and you had no intentions on stepping out.

The rest of the group with the exception of Jin had left to track the storm, giving you hourly updates on the current situation and the damage the storm was leaving in its path. Knowing you were alone with him in the same house left an anxious haze in your system.

You allowed your eyes to flutter shut for a few seconds, giving them some moisture but your mind wandered to another place, drifting deeper into your consciousness - within the darkness of your tightly shut eyes you envisioned Jin’s capable hands. touching, roaming, rubbing. You retracted the image of his mouth, of his tongue. Sliding, licking, pulling. And then there it was, the pooling between your thighs, the pressure under your navel.

Your eyes opened quickly as another thunder rolled through the sky, bright lights seeping through your half-opened blinds, dragging you away from your salacious contemplations.

You needed to clear your mind, to provide your brain another task to focus on before it began to rot. An impulse surged through you, your body rising from the chair it had made a home out of and stepping out into the dark house. What was the worst that could happen? For Jin to ignore you? He was already doing that anyway.

Your steps were soft as you made your way to the kitchen, a cup of chamomile tea sounding delicious at the moment, it would help you fall asleep and above all it would shake away the anxiousness that gripped you. your mouth watered with the idea. 

Aside from the small creaks the foundation of the old home made against the strong wind outside- everything else was completely silent. The gray evening sky offering the only source of light throughout the space.

You reached into the coverts and pulled out a kettle, which you filled with water and set on the stove to boil. Your eyes wandered out the window, concerned with the raging weather that apparently had no intentions on stopping. You were worried for your team, hoping they had found shelter, and you were also worried about running into Jin. all the bravery you had suddenly found in those short seconds when you first decided to leave your room quickly fading away. you blinked slowly, trying to rid yourself of the exhaustion pressing on your body.

 You made mental plans of a warm shower and then finally some rest, if the thunder allowed it.

If your Jin ridened brain would allow it.

There was another crackle in the sky and then the sliding door in the dining room opened and slammed shut, your whole nervous system jolting as a loud scream escaped your mouth. you turned your head to access the damage the wind had probably caused but your made out a figure standing by the door. A drenched, heaving figure. You blinked rapidly, ensuring it wasn’t your imagination and once your brain awakened from its internal slumber you realized that the person standing there, dripping wet from head to toe was Jin.

“Jin?” you exclaimed “are you okay?”

Your feet moved quickly towards him, mind racing with weariness at the sight of him. His presence left a puddle on the floor, his rain slicked black hair stuck to his forehead. He nodded slightly, wanting to avoid further questioning. You reached into the closet nearby and pulled out a clean towel. 

He was shivering, mouth trembling as he stood there in complete silence.

“What were you doing outside? It's dangerous out there” your voice was stern, but you weren’t trying to reprimand him. Jin was a grown man, and you were sure he was aware of the current climate.

“I had forgotten my camera” he simply explained, holding up the canon T7 camera for you to see.

“Gosh, let me help you” you sighed, taking fast steps towards him. your mind was racing with ways you could help him, concerned with his well-being however once you were closer, all those thoughts stopped – paused by the view in front of you. Jin’s black t-shirt was glued to his body, the imprint of his torso visible through the wet material. His face dripped droplets of water as he stared at you with those eyes that you habitually melted over and you weren’t sure if it was due to the rain outside, but his skin appeared to glisten, accentuating the veins that crawled down his forearms and down his hands.

This wasn’t the time to look, to peer like you often did, not a moment to tease but your eyes couldn’t help trail down to his sweats that now due to the weight of the water they had absorbed sat just below his waist, his underwear peeking above them.

You cleared your throat, attempting to remain focused whilst your hands tended to the shivering man in front of you but once the towel touched his skin, his hand came up to grip yours. You looked up at him quickly, your brows knitting with concern. His eyes pierced through you and you recalled the reason why the both of you hadn’t spoken this entire time, remembered the way he had avoided you at all costs.

“don’t do that” his tone was low, a heaviness within it that you had never heard him use before.

“do what?” yours quivered, a crack forming at the last word.

“don’t provoke me,” Jin stated.

The ache returned inside your chest, the one that you hated so much and you felt weak. Your eyes faltered, blinking away from his gaze with a heavy sigh.

“Jin, I want to apologize again, I shouldn’t have-“ you began, unable to recognize the softness in your words - a knot embedding itself in your trachea.

“What are you apologizing for?” his expression was that of confusion and you felt intimidated. The question leaves you disoriented.

“what?” you asked.

“you shouldn’t apologize if you aren’t sorry.”

“but I am” you stood on those words, truly feeling culpable of the situation you had created due to your lack of self control, due to your habit of complicating things but Jin’s words held different meaning which you had missed due to your lack of sleep,or perhaps it was because you couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the bulge that pressed against his drenched sweats.

 Jin was teasing you.

He stepped closer, his chest now mere inches from yours. His towering build caused you to become very aware of how tall he really was, you didn’t speak another word as the room suddenly shrunk 3 sizes, your breath trapped inside of your rib cages.

“I take pride in the kind of man that I am” he muttered, leaning his face towards yours. “im respectful – a well mannered man” Jin’s eyes trailed down to your lips and he watched them intently as they parted slightly. 

“I am a civil man” he whispered, his hand rising to caress the skin of your cheek softly - erupting goosebumps everywhere inside of you. the shy and concealed man you had come to know had disappeared, leaving no traces of innocence – his stare flickering with lust. His thumb smoothed over your mouth and you could feel your heart rumble within your chest, your body trembling with each outlet of air.

“but you continue to toy with me, you appear in my dreams where I find myself doing the most indecent things to you” the confession made you lean into his touch, the realization of how good his hand felt pressed against your cheek eliminating all hesitation “it makes me question what a gracious man like me can do.”

“Jin” you trembled, body running feverishly warm as you bore into his eyes.

His hand traveled to the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with strands of your hair and he pulled, firmly but yet not hard enough to cause pain – your mouth opened as a whine traveled through your throat but before it could escape; his lips landed on yours.

 his tongue twisting away the small complaint.

It felt like a dream, like it wasn't real and for a second you wanted to pinch yourself – you wanted your alarm to go off so that you could wake up because it felt too real and dreams like these often brought you utter disappointment. Jin ran his hands against your body, his cold touch leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

You could feel your arousal dripping against your panties, the exhilaration of his mouth and hands on you leaving your mind hazed. Jin’s hand trailed under your tank top, his fingers gracing your stomach as they dragged themselves towards your breast, your small whimpers pouring into his ravenous mouth. His hand went under your bra where his fingers found your nipples, rubbing them lightly. your body leaning into his as a consequence. You both stood so close now and yet, it didn’t feel like enough.

You wanted to melt into him, wanted to feel him everywhere all at once – until you couldn't breath, until you were louder than the storm outside.

Small moans left your lips, urging him to lose all control and you could tell he was reaching his breaking point when his hips jerked forward, his erection pressing against your thigh. You leaned away from his lips, eyes meeting at the sudden action. You tugged at his drenched t-shirt and he allowed you to remove it, lifting his arms up in the air. Your eyes trailed his skin as you exposed it, inch by inch.

He was gorgeous, not a trace of imperfections on his soft pale skin – his shoulders were so broad and you pictured your legs stretched over them, giving him full access to the part that pulsed sorely in-between your thighs.

His hand reached for your hair once again, pulling your head back - his tongue traveling up the valley of your neck. your eyes fluttered shut, mouth releasing short sighs as he bit and nibbled on the tender skin. You felt like your skin was on fire, cheeks burning due to the lack of oxygen his mouth was causing. It was a  high you wanted to be in at all times.

 you had misread Jin entirely. This man was capable of destroying you, the evidence in the way your body trembled under his attention.

His hand slipped from under your shirt, finding the hem of your pajama pants and guiding his hand inside. Your mouth falling completely open once his slender fingers reach your clit, quivering in anticipation. He palmed you through your panties slowly, allowing your wetness to spread across the crutch of your panties.

“mhmm so warm” Jin groaned almost painfully.

He licked his lips as he stared into your eyes, darkness enveloping them the longer his hand remained inside of your pants, you knew you were completely fucked, he had you right where he wanted you.

 a thought arises from within the deepest part of your mind that perhaps, he was the one toying with you all this time. testing how far you would go to bring him to this point.

“Jin” you moaned “I want to uh.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked, arching his brow at your broken request.

You couldn’t concentrate but you were sure of what you wanted, of what you wanted to do to him. you reached forward, your hand finding his rock hard dick - giving it a slow pump. It quivered under your touch, urging you for more. Small groans fell out Jin’s mouth, the hand intertwined with your hair pulling back a bit harder.

Your eyes pleaded out to him -  slowly sinking on your knees. your stare never breaks with Jin. You wanted to look at him while you snatched his soul away, you had imagined this moment so many times and now that it was finally here, presented to you in a silver platter your mouth salivated. You slowly pushed down his sweats and then his boxers, his erection springing out, standing tall in front of you.

Your willing tongue unraveled from your mouth, holding his delicate length in your hand as you slid your tongue up his shaft, spreading your saliva against the pulsing vein there. Your deep breaths cascades over his tip, his cock twitching against your tongue in anticipation. Jin watched  through hooded eyes, unable to blink away from your position under him.

“Ah fuck” he groaned. 

You looked so pretty, so dirty – he could cum from the sight alone.

Your tongue glided towards his tip, your damp muscle collecting all the pre-cum that sat on his slit, the salty taste making your clit pulsate. Your tongue slipped back and forth and then you felt it, his whole body trembling at the pleasure you were drawing out with just your mouth and you let out a moan, one that you couldn’t withhold because god did he look ethereal from this angle.

You eased his head into your mouth, eyes wide open looking up at him – your cheeks hollowing as you began to slowly bob your head, allowing him to catch his breath whilst your tongue glided around his thickness. Hisses streamed out of him, the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him leading him to throw his head back in pleasure.

Your saliva allowed you to take in more of him – feeling his cock reach the back of your throat, tickling your tonsils. you began moving your head faster, your hand reaching to pump the length that your mouth couldn’t take, the other slipping inside of your pajamas, your fingers rubbing against your folds and dipping inside of your warm walls.

His hand reached down, gripping your hair again and you noticed it was something he liked to do but you didn’t mind – the small pang of discomfort causing moans to vibrate against his dick. Jin’s hips started to move into your willing mouth, drool dripping down your chin as you continued your quick tempo – the sound of his drenched cock dipping in and out of your mouth echoing inside of the dining area along with the sound of your gagging. 

Your eyes burned, tears brimming at the corners but you didn’t dare to look away as he looked down at you, he appeared so sexy whilst in heat, the thought that it was you doing this to him causing your fingers to move quicker inside of you, your arousal gliding down your hands. 

“Y/n” Jin moaned.

You removed your hand from his shaft and took in the rest of him, you could feel your throat begin to burn but you didn’t care – your need to have his entire length in your mouth overpowering even your need for air. Your head bobbed up and down, waiting for him to come undone in your mouth but his hand pulled back on your head, causing his cock to slide out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“That's not where I want to come,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling with each harsh breath he took. 

He glided his thumb against your pulsing red lips, collecting the drool that remained on your chin. You whimpered, your own thumb pressing against your clit - fucking yourself to the sight of him. He carried a dark ardor, a look in his eyes that you had never witnessed before or perhaps never noticed. 

In one swift movement you were off the floor, Jin placed you on the kitchen counter - his tongue once again sliding down the nape of your neck dragging out small moans from your mouth. He was experienced, his mouth and hands knowing where to touch and tug as if he had studied your entire anatomy and you let him, falling into the bliss of all your lust filled dreams. 

His mouth found yours, his lips blending against your own with rapid appetite. His hands traveled to your waist, moving his fingers in between the skin and the hem of your pants and with one pull - he brought down your pajamas and dampened panties. You yelped as the cold air hit your hot clit - begging for his touch. He pulled away from your kiss - bringing his pointer and index finger into his mouth and coating the digits with his saliva - his eyes fixed on yours. 

Your body shivered, as you watched him preparing himself to completely wreck you and not a word of objection leaves your mouth, entranced with how sexy he makes it all look. He’s a professional and you had been too cocky to ever realize that. He pressed his fingers against your throbbing pussy, your hips jerking forward at the sensation. His fingers are long and warm against your cunt and you want nothing more than to have them inside of you. 

“Shhh relax” Jin hummed, rubbing your clit in small slow circles. 

Your breath trembled, mouth falling open as he teased your needy cunt - a smirk forming on his lips. Your touch deprivation didn't go unnoticed to the man standing in front of you. Your back arching into his teasing contact. He leaned forward and left wet kisses on your chest, trails of love bites and saliva as  he reached your breast and then his fingers began to move faster - his mouth taking one of your nipples into his mouth with ease. 

“Jin” you whimpered. He was everywhere all at once and your body shook, he was too much and yet you were capable of taking it all. 

His tongue went flat against your hardened nub, gliding it up and down and then sucking on the nipple softly, your hands tangled themselves in his hair, your legs shaking as he slid one finger into your welcoming cunt and then another, and then another and soon he began pumping them quickly, holding no mercy. 

Your hips matched his tempo and your breast begin to bounce as fucked yourself into his hand. Jin pulled away from your breast - not wanting to miss how much of a slut you had become for him. Your eyes were completely shut - allowing the feeling to take over you completely and you were a wreck but you couldn’t control your hips as they rolled against his appendages. Jin groaned at the sight of you, of your Pretty cunt taking all 3 of his fingers. 

“Look at you, you love this don’t you” he muttered into your ears, his forehead pressed into your cheek as he looked down at his fingers disappearing into your cunt, glistening with your juices - leaving a small puddle on the counter. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked but you remained silent, whimpers replacing the answer you wanted to give. 

“Mhm?” Jin urged you, wanting to hear you beg for him. 

“Y-yes” you stuttered. 

“Look who's stuttering now” he mocked and your eyes open, gleaming with lust. 

Jin slowly retracted his fingers from where they had remained, embedded inside of you, the action making you whine in desperation which made Jin smile in response - you were needy, no longer in control and Jin felt his dick quiver at the realization. He looked deep into eyes as he stood in front of you. he raised his hand and spit into his palm proceeding to lather up your already dripping cunt. You could feel his saliva coat your clit, the feeling causing your whole body to tremble. 

He leaned back in for a kiss, slowly pressing you back into the counter until you could only see the ceiling above you. His hands slid up your thighs and with one swift movement he brought your ass to the end of the counter, your legs now placed exactly where you had wanted them to be for so long, where you thought they would look their best, thrown over his shoulders. 

“You look so good like this” he groaned, his eyes scanning your half naked body. 

You could hear the loud whistling of the tea kettle on the stove consume the entire room, creating a symphony with the moans that rattled from your lungs and then Jin sank into you, with so much ease, so smoothly that for the next few seconds you couldn't breath. 

Jin’s hands rubbed along your legs, his hips starting to roll into you with swift and disposed movements. You could feel all of him, the pulsations of his cock as he slowly retracted and then easily slipped back inside. The way the tip of his cock reached your ovaries, your legs quivering out of reflex. 

“Jin” you cried out and you lost it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he snapped his waist, pounding into you with so much speed that the counter underneath you began to shake, Jin’s hand flied to your tank top, gripping it in his hand -  pulling at the fabric with each thrust that he gave you. 

“Is this what you wanted me to do all this time?” he questioned, bringing his thumb against your clit. 

“Y-yes” you yelped. 

“Fuck Y/n” he moaned breathlessly and the thunder outside was no match for the sound of your greedy wet cunt taking his entire length, your loud yelps and moans masking the natural disaster taking place. 

Your ass bounced against his thighs each time he slammed into you and he was frantic, your warm walls smothering his aching cock as he plunged into you with so much need and desire you could feel your clit swell around him. As you peered down at him there wasn’t a trace left of the shy boy you once knew. His eyes darkened, glazed over as he stared at his dick stretching out your walls. His teeth biting down onto his lip harshly in a foolish attempt to refrain from the grunts that vibrated from his chest. 

His fingers rubbed quickly over your flustered clit, it was as if he already knew what you needed before you said it, he had you down to a science and you couldn’t stop your body from convulsing, your cunt squeezing around him as a signal of your incoming orgasm. 

“Jin i’m gonna-” you yelp out, this orgasm was different from the ones you would give yourself to the thought of him, pressure beginning to form dangerously in your core. 

“Shhhh i know princess relax” he hummed like an expert only would. 

Your legs fell from his shoulders and his hands received them quickly, holding them wide open. The view of your pussy taking him to the hilt  urging him to flutter in pleasure but he didn’t want to look away - he didn’t want to miss a beat, not when it had been everything he’s dreamed of and more. 

You looked so perfect, felt so perfect and whilst he fought the utter pleasure surging through him, that left him completely spent he could feel your cunt constricting around his cock, his hips faltering at the sudden tightness that enveloped him. 

“Ahh ahh” Jin yelped. 

 With loud moans you came undone, your body tensing and muscle restricting - eyes brimming with tears and just as fast, you felt every cell inside of you ease, like a shot of anesthesia, body and mind going completely blank. Moments later Jin shoots streams of his warm nectar into your walls, filling up every ridge, his milk oozing out as he retracts his hips slowly, careful as to not disturb your high. 

By the time the morning crept into the city of Yeosu, the storm had subsided - superseded by the bright sun that now shined directly in your face. You concluded that the sky had made it its goal to not allow you peaceful slumber these past few days. Denying you the pleasures of rest. You had been awake for a few minutes now but you had been reluctant to open your eyes, focusing on the feeling of the soft comforter wrapped around your nude body. 

Perhaps you were just really tired but the truth was that you just didn’t want to recognize the body that laid next to you, soft snores flowing past their lips, their face nestled into the crook of your neck. 

If you opened your eyes then it would all come to an end, the feeling of his arm wrapped around your waist, the feeling of his weight besides you. Yet, you knew it couldn't last forever and although neither of you had shared any words regarding the events that took place last evening, or the other things that happened after that, you concluded it would all end the same way it usually did. 

You weren’t unfamiliar to awkward goodbyes when the sexual tension dissipated and though inside you wanted to hold onto the hope that maybe this time it would be different, that Jin wasn't like that - you were aware of the inevitable. 

Your eyes blinked open with a soft hiss and for a moment you were blinded by a ray of sunshine gleaming on your face - you raised one of your arms, blocking away the light and carefully turned to glance over at the sleeping man beside you. Jin was sound asleep and you could tell how completely at ease he was in contrast to your nerves that rattled you out of your very needed and desired slumber. 

You didn’t want to leave, didn’t want him to wake up to an empty bed but you knew it would only be harder if you were to leave whilst he was awake, you knew he would attempt to sooth the rejection that was approaching. 

You carefully lifted his arm from around your waist, sliding inch by inch out of the comforter you both shared. Your eyes remained on his resting form, his lips slightly parted and his disheveled silky black locks sprawled on the pillow underneath his head - he looked angelic and your heart lurched at the sight. 

You contemplated if you should’ve stayed, if you could allow yourself a bit of cruelty in exchange for comfort but you had been down that road many times before and at last you made up your mind. Your eyes moved to scan the floor, trying to find the article of clothing you wore the day before but they are nowhere to be found. 

“Shit” you whispered. 

Scenes of the previous day flashed through your mind like a silent film, replaying the lust filled moments you both shared - your bodies intertwining in nearly every room of the vacant home until you found shelter under his bed sheets. His moans and whimpers forever embedded into your memory causing your legs to quiver as you stood disoriented in his room. 

You had left your clothing sprawled in different corners of the house - evidence left for your colleagues to find upon their arrival. 

Jin’s body twists and turns and grumbles fall from his lips, shifting you into overdrive. your hands quickly picked up one of his t-shirts that had been thrown across the floor. You slipped the fabric over your head - being suddenly hit with his scent, guilty adrenaline soaring through you. 

You slowly moved towards the door, your steps careful and calculated as you attempted to escape the room like a foolish thief. Your hands reached for the doorknob, wincing as the door creaked under your touch, cursing at the old house for exposing you in such a dire situation. 

“I thought i had at least 5 more minutes” Jin’s raspy voice echoed inside of the silence you so badly tried to keep. 

Your body froze - heart thumping inside of your chest at a faster rate than before. You shut your eyes as a grimace took over your expression - you had been caught, red handed. You tried to come up with an excuse, in order to lessen the blow but nothing came to mind and as you turned you gave him the words you had heard oh so many times before. 

“Sorry, i didn't want to wake you” the words left a pungent aftertaste in your mouth as you spoke them. 

Jin was sitting amongst the mess of comforter and sheets you both had made, his bare chest gleaming with the light that ripped through the windows - his hand reaching to rub his puffy eyes, a long exhausted sigh leaving his lips. 

“It's too early for you to lie and honestly, I'm too tired to believe it.”

You blinked quickly, his statement throwing you off balance. His tone did not hold any anger or frustration - he sounded disappointed. He was a reflection of you this time and now you were the one having to seek for poor excuses regarding your sudden departure. 

“Jin I-” you tried to speak but your words were cut off by silence, a boulder sitting comfortably against your throat. 

Jin shifted from his sitting position - his eyes focused on your messy hair and on his favorite t-shirt that hung loosely around your frame. 

“You are always close but yet, so out of reach Y/n” Jin states “as open as you appear to be you hold your doors so tightly that your hands grow blisters.” he didn’t intend to be harsh - in fact his words are only a demonstration of how deeply he had come to know you but you couldn’t control the bitter sensation they left inside of you. 

“I didn't mean to- '' you began but couldn’t finish, swallowing down your justifications. 

“I can predict the weather for the next 2 weeks but not what you will do next” he chuckled and your lips quivered at the reality of what he was saying, of the truths that he knew and threw at you without hesitation. 

“I just don't want to mess things up - not this time around Jin, not with you” your mouth grew dry, your eyes glistening with tears that you didn’t want to let out. 

“That’s not a decision you can make on your own,” Jin retorted. 

“Jin, i've been here before so many times - i don't want it to be you running out of my life this time, the thought alone is unbearable and i know we don't know each other like that but i don't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation, you are a really nice guy” you don’t breath between your words, your lungs constricting as you give him your reasons in fear that he won't understand. 

“Well I'm not the one sneaking out of the room, am i?” 

Jin’s stare was sharp and you fidgeted under it - your mind attempting to find other logical reasons why whatever it is you both shared ultimately would come crashing down in the most vile kind of way. 

“What if you grow tired of me?” you whispered, eyes looking away from his. 

“I like coffee” he jokes and this time you smile. 

“I'm being serious!” you whine, your brows knitting with the conflicting debate that expands in your head. 

“Y/n, i am a grown man” Jin smirks “and not the kind that plays silly little games.”

Your eyes snap in his direction - a pang of guilt shooting through you. 

“Yeah i’m sorry about that too” you mutter, your cheeks growing flushed in embarrassment. 

“Are you?” Jin raises his eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his cheeks.

“Stop apologizing and come here.”

It doesn't take a second longer before you swiftly remove his t-shirt from your body - making a mental note to remind him that it belongs to you now. the insignificant object becoming one of the first things he will let you keep without hesitation because this man, the one who you decorate with kisses - the one that has entered your atmosphere at high speeds and at an unknown trajectory will never be like the others.

© 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[linghxr]

Tackling abbreviations in Chinese (简称)

Let's learn some abbreviations 简称! A common format you may encounter is ABCD -> AC. AB is one word, CD is another word, and the two can be abbreviated as AC. As a learner, these can be a bit tricky to figure out the first time, but I find that they're usually pretty easy to remember if you know both constituent words.

(1) 家庭教师 -> 家教

家教 jiājiào - private tutor 

家庭 jiātíng - family / household 教师 | 教師 jiàoshī - teacher

I mentioned 家教 in this recent post: Do you really know the meaning of a word?

(2) 环境保护 -> 环保

环保 | 環保 huánbǎo - environmental protection / environmentally friendly

环境 | 環境 huánjìng - environment / circumstances / surroundings  保护 | 保護 bǎohù - to protect / to defend / to safeguard / protection

(3) 科学技术 -> 科技

科技 kējì - science and technology 

科学 | 科學 kēxué - science / scientific knowledge / scientific 技术 | 技術 jìshù - technology / technique / skill

(4) 性别平等 -> 性平

性平 xìngpíng - gender equality

性别 | 性別 xìngbié - gender / sex  平等 píngděng - equal / equality 

(5) 限时动态 -> 限动

限动 | 限動 xiàndòng - stories (on Instagram)

限时 | 限時 xiànshí - to set a time limit / for a limited time / time-limited / limited period of time  动态 | 動態 dòngtài - movement / motion / development / trend

(6) 业务配合 -> 业配

业配 | 業配 yèpèi - writing an article or creating a video favorable to a business in return for payment from the business (Taiwan)

业务 | 業務 yèwù - business / professional work / service 配合 pèihé - to coordinate with / to act in concert with / to cooperate

(7) 客户服务 -> 客服

客服 kèfú - customer service 

客户 | 客戶 kèhù - client / customer  服务 | 服務 fúwù - to serve / service

(8) 新型冠状 -> 新冠

新冠 xīnguān - novel coronavirus (esp. SARS-CoV-2, the virus causing COVID-19)

新型 xīnxíng - new type / new kind 冠状 | 冠狀 guānzhuàng - coronary / crown-shaped

Commonly see in: 新冠病毒

(9) 初级中学 -> 初中

初中 chūzhōng - junior high school / middle school

初级 | 初級 chūjí - junior / primary  中学 | 中學 zhōngxué - middle school / secondary school

高级中学 -> 高中

高中 gāozhōng - senior high school

高级 | 高級 gāojí - high level / high grade / advanced / high-ranking  中学 | 中學 zhōngxué - middle school / secondary school

And apparently 中学 itself is short for 中等学校!

(10) 国民小学 -> 国小

国小 | 國小 guóxiǎo - elementary school (Taiwan)

国民 | 國民 guómín - nationals / citizens / people of a nation  小学 | 小學 xiǎoxué - elementary school / primary school 

国民中学 -> 国中

国中 | 國中 guózhōng - junior high school (Taiwan)

国民 | 國民 guómín - nationals / citizens / people of a nation  中学 | 中學 zhōngxué - middle school

(11) 科学幻想 -> 科幻

科幻 kēhuàn - science fiction

科学 | 科學 kēxué - science / scientific knowledge / scientific 幻想 huànxiǎng - fantasy

(12) 超级市场 -> 超市

超市 chāoshì - supermarket

超级 | 超級 chāojí - super- / ultra- / hyper- 市场 | 市場 shìchǎng - marketplace / market

(13) 台湾大学 -> 台大

台大 | 臺大 táidà - National Taiwan University

台湾 | 臺灣 táiwān - Taiwan 大学 | 大學 dàxué - university / college

北京大学 -> 北大

北大 běidà - Peking University

北京 | 北京 běijīng - Beijing / Peking 大学 | 大學 dàxué - university / college

(14) 国家安全 -> 国安

国安 | 國安 guóān - national security

国家 | 國家 guójiā - country / nation / state 安全 ānquán - safe / secure / safety / security

(15) 刑事警察 -> 刑警

刑警 xíngjǐng - criminal police

刑事 xíngshì - criminal / penal 警察 jǐngchá - police / police officer

(16) 官方网站 -> 官网

官网 | 官網 guānwǎng - official website

官方 guānfāng - government / official 网站 | 網站 wǎngzhàn - website

(17) 公共安全 -> 公安

公安 gōngān - public safety / public security

公共 gōnggòng - public / common / communal 安全 ānquán - safe / secure / safety / security

(18) 双重标准 -> 双标

双标 | 雙標 shuāngbiāo - double standard

双重 | 雙重 shuāngchóng - double  标准 | 標準 biāozhǔn - standard / norm / criterion

(19) 人物设定 -> 人设

人设 | 人設 rénshè - the design of a character / image in the eyes of the public / public persona

人物 rénwù - person / personage / figure / character 设定 | 設定 shèdìng - to set / to set up / to install / setting / preferences

(20) 家庭暴力 -> 家暴

家暴 jiābào - domestic violence

家庭 jiātíng - family / household 暴力 bàolì - violence / force / violent

Definitions are adapted from MDBG. I initially only planned to include 5 or so abbreviations. Then I got a little carried away...!

[nachosncheezies]

The Bet - Chapter 7

A canon-adjacent "pilot wedding" fic. Previous chapters can be found here.

Shock & Woe

5x01 - Redux, and 5x02 - Redux II; also on AO3. tagging @today-in-fic

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For being ride-or-die, they sure were a pair of odd ducks. The Hoover's social diaspora was not wrong about that.

They didn't talk about their bet. Only once, indirectly - after the submarine incident. When she told him she'd had to paddle the juice back into his heart, she made one request. She renewed her licenses to practice on the living, and was officially listed in all the relevant places as his personal physician. If he did anything that hare-brained again, she wouldn't have to fight for the right to save him, and no one would have to know.

Strange, they would each reflect sometime later, the mutual assumption that that other card would remain in both of their arsenals.

Four years gone and no one knew, no one apart from three bureaucrats in some northwestern backwater who wouldn't be able to tell them from Adam. No one had learned when she was taken. No one had learned when she was returned. When her living will was to be carried out and her life support removed, her mother had called it 'a moment for the family, but.’ But then she offered him a place in the room to bear witness. As if it were a kindness. As if he needed permission. 

Maggie would drop her rosary if she knew the truth of it.

It remained their unexamined secret, but with her pale and unconscious from hypovolemic shock and two agents dragging him away, he almost, almost told the world. 

He spent as much time at her bedside as he could, probably more than propriety would have advised. Her mother was tolerant, even kind. Her brother hated him. 

Junior didn't know that Fox Mulder already had that market cornered. The man could be as much of a dick as he wanted. Soon, Mulder feared, soon he would know their secret, too.

~~~~~

Mulder, alive to the world, so busy and unsleeping. He was under suspicion, and for once rightfully so, but he would not take what she offered. He would not free himself on the back of her reputation, even as she was very nearly certain she wouldn't need it anymore. Every time he came to her room, she would try to ask him about the case. She worried for him, all alone now trying to root out the traitor and clear his own name. Halfway neglecting his own fate, she suspected, in scrambling for a means to save her. But when she asked, he just smiled and shook his head. "I'm not here for that," he said. "I'm here for my friend Dana."

She screwed up her chin, and said she wished he wouldn't call her that. Not now.

After so many months - years - together, they knew each other in ways she scarcely even knew her family. But somehow in all their long hours in the office and on the road, between the intellectual repartee, the philosophical debates, the quoting of studies both psuedo- and scientific, there were still things - little, biographical things - they had yet to learn about one another. He wanted to know what her favorite color was. Did she have a lucky number? Did she know how many generations back was she Irish-American - as opposed to Irish-Irish, he clarified - and was it just on her father's side? What superstitions did she have as a child - come on, Scully, kids are insane; surely you weren't always so committed to rationalism - and had any of them hung on? What was her favorite dessert; and was he right? Was it ice cream?

It was like he was trying to etch even the most mundane pieces of her into three dimensions in his mind. And that, more than anything, made her fear for him.

Mulder being Mulder, he sensed it. Mulder being Mulder, he wanted to change the subject rather than acknowledge it.

He started carrying a fat deck of Trivial Pursuit cards in his pocket. There was no board, but he'd cut the deck and hand her half, and they took turns asking each other whatever questions they felt like, tallying their points as they went. She surprised him by knowing much more than he would've guessed about sports. He surprised her by knowing very little about science. Or, he pretended to; she suspected he just wanted to listen to her lecture him on the topics she was best at. She, in turn, started playing dumb on things that might be of personal interest to him. She loved listening to him talk, too. 

On one visit, her energy waned much more quickly than normal, and she set aside her share of the cards. "Mulder-" she started, but he was instantly on his feet, leaning over her with his thumb brushing back and forth across her brow.

"Shh," he hushed. "I know." Her brows knit together and she opened her mouth to protest, but he put his finger across her lips and shook his head. "I know," he said again. He seemed surprised to find himself touching her lips, and didn't linger, but immediately moved to tuck back a lock of her hair.

She watched him, glassy-eyed, while he watched his hand, then he met her gaze again, his expression softly sad, his eyes pleading.

It wasn't fair. 'Until death do us part' was not supposed to have been literal. It was supposed to mean, 'Until one of us meets someone, or we otherwise come to our senses.' They were supposed to have been colleagues, amiable - she had hoped even good friends - with a silly story they could tell one day when it had been long enough to not matter. Something light to go with the war stories they would inevitably accrue. Since then he had become her confidant, her partner-in-crime, her blood brother. He was her dimorphic counterpart, her insular twin; grown up beside her and communicating with her in their own twisted tongues that no one else could understand. He was more than all of that in ways she could never hope to explain. He was the only one she truly trusted, the only one she would put herself on the line for, the only one she was always happy to see. He was her very best friend.

"Tell me about the pukwudgies," she requested, and he lulled her to sleep with one of the most fantastical, most ludicrous stories she'd ever heard.

~~~~~

She woke in the dead of night to someone holding her hand. Hot, jagged puffs of air blew over her knuckles. She peeked, and saw the top of his head resting very close to her pillow, his face turned away from her. His shoulders strained in an irregular rhythm and his whole body seemed to rise and fall with them. Her breath hitched as she realized what was happening, but he seemed too lost in his agony to notice.

She wanted to soothe him. To let him see that she hurt for him just as much. But he had asked her not to say it. He said that he knew. She hoped - she prayed - that they were talking about the same thing.

She took deep, measured breaths, and pretended to sleep. If the truth was too painful, she could at least give him his dignity.

When he seemed to have exhausted himself and cried himself to sleep right there on her floor, she opened her eyes. She looked at his darkened form, the light from the window catching on his silhouette and giving him a bluish aura; a full-body halo for her sad and tragic guardian. She slowly, gingerly moved her face closer, until her forehead came to rest on his crown. She placed a careful kiss there and nuzzled in, her dried-out nostrils giving her only a bare hint of shampoo and Mulder. She thought she heard his own breathing hitch, but if he was awake after all, if he knew, she knew they would never talk about it. She stilled, and after a time he got to his feet. She let her head roll limp on her pillow and kept her eyes closed. He whispered her name, sorrowful and reverent, and after another moment he bent to brush his lips, barely-there, upon her cheek.

When he was gone, she put her palm flat on the wet spot he'd made of her sheets, and she cried for him, too.

~~~~~

remission (noun)

/rəˈmɪʃən/ ruh-MISH-uhn

From Anglo-Norman remissiun, remissione, remissioun, via French remission. Historical meanings included forgiveness or pardon of sins; pardon for a political or legal offense; reduction of a debt; weakening or diminishing of a thing. Also from Latin remissiōn-, remissiō. Meanings included the action of sending back; action of letting go; action of slackening, relaxing, softening; action of relieving (the mind) of cares or preoccupations; cancellation (of a debt or penalty); forgiveness, pardon (of sins). Compare to Old Occitan remessió, Catalan remissió, Spanish remisión, Portuguese remissão, Italian remissione.

Definitions:

      1. Forgiveness or pardon of sins or other offences.

      2. Release from the obligation of a debt or payment.

     3. a. The cancellation or reduction of a debt, payment, etc.; an instance of this.

         b. The cancellation or reduction of a penalty or punishment; (now) esp. the reduction of a prison sentence as a reward for good behaviour; an instance of this.

      4. Diminution or reduction of effect or force; decrease or abatement of a condition or quality, such as heat, cold, etc.; (also) an instance of this.

      5. In medicine, the lessening of the severity of a disease or symptom; disappearance of symptoms or cessation of the activity of a disease for a period; an instance of this.

      6. The action of sending or sending back. In law, the action or an act of referring a case from one court to another....

No. Scratch all that.

remission (noun) 

/rəˈmɪʃən/ ruh-MISH-uhn

Definitions:

      1. Scully is alive. 

      2. Scully is going to live.

~~~~~

Content notes:

Regarding the pukwudgies: these are described as small, disappearing creatures, from the Wampanoag tradition. I found them while searching for mythologies and cryptids of Massachusetts, figuring that Scully would ask him about something he might have known since childhood. (I'm also assuming that young Mulder, at some undefined time in his past, turned his insatiable curiosity on Aquinnah and the Wampanoag just next door to Chilmark, and that Scully would have known or assumed this, too.) I selected them from amongst other legends precisely for being Wampanoag and thus local to him, but I do not know anyone from or very well-acquainted with indigenous traditions in the east of North America, so if I've carelessly stepped on something sacred or taboo here please DO let me know. I would be happy to explore alternatives.

The end section of this chapter was adapted (read: gently mutilated) from the Oxford English Dictionary's academic database here. You'll need an institutional or library login to access the full entry.

[carionto]

What if we just hollowed it out?

Progress on the Dyson Ring was unbearably slow (by Human standards) and Captain Knoslark and some of his crew were busying themselves with a twice-a-week extended D&D session. He was banned from GMing after trying to introduce the Deck of Many Things, so relegated himself to a Wild Sorcerer Drow build. When it was not his turn during combat, he would make sure when his turn did come up, the holographic projections he programmed would show off his descriptions of his magics in the most spectacular fashion. He was irritatingly good at the visuals, and nobody wanted to praise him outright for fear his ego might explode, but it did pass the time well enough.

The construction efforts have become so routine and uneventful that the only people who had anything stimulating to do on the clock were the observation officers. Even then, it was just ships going in and out of the system, sometimes big groups of civilian craft would bunch together in the Oort cloud for a race, other times an alien diplomatic vessel and escort would jump in for a visit or to drop off a person who had "made a mess on a vessel not outfitted to handle Human strength", which typically meant somebody forgot alien doors don't have a manual override and broke it by opening it by hand without much trouble. Most exciting was when a new Dreadnought or other large military ship was constructed and it set out on its first voyage outside the shipyards around Earth.

Of course, their main job was monitoring celestial objects and make sure any wandering meteors or debris weren't on a collision course with anything important, and if there was one, tell the nearest patrol ships and they would go out and redirect or destroy it.

Today, Officer Xiang spotted something a bit bigger. A rogue planet! Trajectory analysis indicates it will pass into the Oort cloud in two years and pass through Sol over the next forty three, only once coming relatively close to Mars, but not enough to influence its orbit. It was, however, big enough that they could complete a significant portion of the Dyson Ring. Big enough that, in theory, it would then be able to output enough power at once to power the planetary Warp Gate for anything up to the size of the Moon.

Unfortunately, deeper scans showed it once had living organisms on it, and was thus protected under intergalactic preservation laws: "The surface of any rogue planet that once housed life shall remain untouched, and the planet shall be marked as a historical landmark and scientific object for study purposes only."

To this, Captain Knoslark inquired: "Hmm... but what about below the surface? It's just cold rock at this point, right? What if we find a natural crevice and just dig a little further? For Science!"

As a junior officer and there being almost no people who are experts on such niche intergalactic laws yet, Xiang and the others couldn't find a reason why this wouldn't work, but it felt... off.

"Just think, it'll be fine - we'll reinforce some of the ore and create a porous interior, preserving the structural integrity of the planet as a whole and keeping the surface as is. AND we get about 85% of a whole planet to further our progress - that's a whole 17 moons worth! And and it would be within our jurisdiction during the time. It's a win-neutral as far as I can see."

That sounded like logic. Maybe? Either way, we would have to talk to the higher ups about this plan. Even if anybody wanted to, hollowing out a planet is not a thing you can do in secret. You need, well, literally a planet's worth of ships, equipment, and crew to do something like that within just over four decades, and we want to get it done in less than one.

No matter our advancements, dedication, willpower, grit, force, or cunning, the two foes Humanity cannot defeat, but must always accept and handle properly - logistics and the accompanying bureaucracy. Still, it would be nice if we didn't have to use up more of our moons so quickly for one project.

[starlightsoulwriting]

Hello!

I was wondering if i could have a Thrawn x f!reader? I was thinking something along the lines of her being Thrawn’s junior officer and she has a little crush on him and he knows about it? But she tries to stay as professional as possible buttttt Thrawn can see her blush (cuz his infrared eyes!) Possibly when they’re studying art together?

I’m asking so much, i’m sorry 😫, but do with this what you will, if u wanna tweak it and stuff

Thrawn x GN!Reader (no pronouns used): Fine Work

Filling Lieutenant Commander Vanto's shoes was a hard task, both for Thrawn and the several aides he had trialed and dismissed in turn. But a Grand Admiral had a right to be picky, for certain, and you actually respected him taking the extra effort to find a proper match for his needs rather than simply taking the next person randomly appointed to him. All this only heard through the Chimaera's rumor mill, of course, though what exactly had happened to Vanto was... rather up to debate.

What you didn't quite expect was to be the next candidate.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other as you waited for him in his office, hands behind your back, and eyes flitting around the various works of art around the room, some of them holos, some of them real and-

A holo of one of your pieces from college was on his desk?

Ooooh noooooo-

You feel your face heat, and you looked away, focusing on one of the more naturalistic holos on the wall. Judging by the texture, the original was a painting.

You hear the door slide open, and you barely have time to snap to attention before he's saying, "At ease, Lieutenant."

You pause for a moment, taken off gaurd by the immediacy of the order, before you fall back into your default position. He steps beside you, glancing at the piece that caught your attention, before his eyes turn to you. "What do you see in this work, Lieutenant?"

You swallow thickly. Your admiration of the man was no secret among your friends, and they'd teased you relentlessly about how well or poorly you would be able to maintain your composure this close.

But you were professional. You could answer that much.

"I was just wondering if the artist had a scientific background," You say, almost shyly. "Their attention to the anatomical accuracy of plants and animals reminds me of scientific illustration, almost, more than painting."

"Before this artist retired and began painting," Thrawn's eyes glow in the subdued light of his office, and you aren't sure if the pleased look in them is real, or in your imagination. "He was an ecosystems engineer for several terraforming projects during the Republic. Very good, Lieutenant."

You could only hope he can't see how warm your face gets at the compliment, and you duck your head a little, "Thank you, sir."

Your eyes flicker to the holo of your art sitting on his desk, once again wondering what he might see in it.

Thrawn notices the movement, following your gaze, before looking back to you. "You do fine work," is all he says as explanation, though a Grand Admiral never truly needs to explain himself. He let's that hang for a second, studying how your flustered expression deepens with an almost amused smirk, though you might just imagine that. "Report to my office at 0630 hours tomorrow, and we will discuss my expectations for you as my aide. For now, I have other matters to attend to." He turns to his desk and sits down, pulling out his datapad. "Dismissed."

You balk at him for a moment. No trial period? No proper interview? Just a brief discussion about art, and that's it?

But you catch yourself. You're not one to question your-

"If you have questions, ask them," Thrawn interrupts your thoughts, looking back up at you. "I understand Captain Rit did not appreciate inquisitive subordinates. I do."

You hesitate a moment. The Captain had always criticized you for asking him too many questions, though only when time allowed it, you wouldn't dare do so in an emergency - but you'd always wanted to understand. "What makes me different than the candidates you trialed and rejected, sir?"

That subtle amused look is on his face again, and you think it take a long time working with him before you'll be able to read his face properly, to tell what that look actually means. "Like I said, Lieutenant. You do fine work." He nods to your art work. "The attention to detail, combined with whats obviously an attempt to incorporate new and unfamiliar techniques speaks to simultaneous commitment to quality, while still working to improve and expand your skills and knowledge base." His glowing red eyes move back to you, and you feel more seen, more stripped bare and pinned by those eyes than anyone had ever made you feel in their entire life. "Is that explanation satisfactory, Lieutenant?"

You fight the urge to wipe you sweaty palms on your uniform, heart pounding in your ears, and warmth in your chest.

You're in deep shit.

But you nod. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He nods again, turning back to his datapad. "Dismissed," he says again, though not brusquely, before adding, "And I will see you first thing in the morning."

"...I look forward to it, sir."

And you really did. Maybe just a little too much.

A/N: Sorry for making you wait three months for this, anon. I've been going through it and have been really struggling to write, but waiting until I'm actually caught the writing bug again has been worth it I hope, though apologies in advance for any mistakes, considering I'm writing this at 6am before work. Hope you enjoy!

Also, reader's little/big crush on him has nothing to do with why he chose them, he genuinely thinks they'll do well, doesn't feel the need to interview them more because he's seen multiple of their artworks and has a good grasp of who they are and how they work from it.

But! it certainly doesn't hurt. lol. I'm thinking of his "All beings are flattered by such attentions," line about Maris' crush from Outbound Flight. (or however it actually goes. but Maris is a mood. like. me too, girl, me too.)

As always, comments and reblogs mean the world!

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

Zavesky Observatory — Mafia 2

Located in Hillwood, northeast of Empire Bay. Named after Peter Zavesky (1850—1911), it's home to the largest planetarium dome on the eastern seaboard. The construction took six years, and was funded by Carlo Falcone, who's known as a generous benefactor with a love of astronomy. The facility is used by universities throughout the region for scientific and educational purposes, and includes a picturesque park with a view of the city. There is also an older, abandoned observatory located nearby.

planetarium brochure text:

WELCOME TO EMPIRE BAY'S PLANETARIUM The office of the director of the planetarium operates via the Department of Astrophysics at Morton state university. Our mission is to bring the frontiers of science to the public via exhibitory, books, public programs and more.

LEADING YOU TO THE FRONTIERS OF SPACE We aim to serve as the premier conduit between the frontier of exciting cosmic discovery and your appreciation of the cosmos! Thanks to the generosity of the Falcone Family Trust and Empire Bay National Bank, we are able to provide ground breaking glimpses into the workings of the Universe. From the outer reaches of the Solar system to our exciting "Voyage to the Moon" our exhibits are constantly updated to bring you the latest in scientific research.

FAMILY ALL ACCESS PASS Kids of all ages can join our Junior Space Ranger Program to learn all about new advances in space technology. View a life size replica of a German V2 rocket and real engineers' drawings of proposed spacecraft capable of rocketing a man to Mars! Be the first on your block to own a genuine Empire Bay Planetarium Junior Space Ranger pin! This month meet Clyde Tombaugh, discoverer of the newest planet, Pluto! A competition will be held to suggest an official Planetarium name for the upcoming discovery of "Planet X."

special mention: scary door

[minmin-vs-physics]

Hey! I’m gonna be a physics major next year, and I was wondering if the Mac and iPad combo have worked well for you, or if there’s something else you recommend tech wise?

short answer: yes.

but, im gonna use this has an opportunity to yap about my current study set up. this goes without saying, but what worked for me may not work for you, and my set up evolved over the years as i found what was best for me.

i use an iPad for lecture notes and homework. i think its the most organized you can get them to be without straight up LaTeXing the shit out of them (and i know people who do exactly that, more power to them)

i just write faster than i type, and an ipad allows me to copy paste equations and add photos and stuff which is helpful for diagrams. i use goodnotes 5, and i will sing its praises till the end of time.

i think it pays to develop a clear style for your homework and lecture notes, bc your work will be easier to navigate. here's an example of my lecture notes and my homework.

[hehe general relativity moment]

HOWEVER, you will mostly be having paper exams as a physics student so i recommend you don't get too reliant on your iPad. i tend to do all my studying in notebooks, or loose sheets that i can refer to. practice problems are always on paper.

[stat mech studying i did last week]

i started using legal pads for this from the end of junior year bc they're so convenient! im also incentivized by the stock our dept keeps in the mail room.

i have to do a lot of calculations for research and i prefer to do them on paper or a blackboard if it's something im reasoning out. idk it's so much easier to be stupid on paper than on goodnotes. ofc my research log is kept digitally, but i keep a binder with all my old calculations (both correct, and incorrect) along with my main reference papers.

[i was flipping through this just now and realised how much bs is in it.]

LaTeX is a good skill to have which i didn't realise until too late. if you have to write any paper that's remotely scientific, LaTeX is the way to go. none of that google docs bs.

i use both vscode and Overleaf for editing. i mainly just LaTeX my finalized research calculations into one big doc. it's much easier to show my advisor. also it looks cool.

i got a monitor when my laptop screen broke sophomore spring (something inside me broke as well that semester it was so fun). and if you have the option, i would totally recommend getting one. it's useful having a second/bigger screen.

i use mine for a bunch of things: coding, reading textbooks, genshin impact, Netflix, grading.

on the topic of textbooks, i use digital bc im cheap. but i do buy secondhand physical copies that i rarely reference, but keep around bc it doesn't hurt to start your hypothetical professor office bookshelf early. i only buy the ones i actually respect, like Peskin's Intro to QFT. but the digital copies are usually much handier. i keep an extensive digital collection of books and papers i might never need.

don't be like me keep your digital library more organized!

and yeah circling back to electronics! i use a Macbook Pro rn which has served me well. i guess things are different if you need to run solidworks or other specialized software, but you can always use the lab computers, so that was never a problem. i have an apple ecosystem bc im a slut for capitalism.. i mean i was already halfway there and now im just really used to it, so i like all my devices being friends with each other. my tip is always get more RAM than you thought you needed, and double the storage. but maybe that's bc im mean to my laptop and love hoarding files.

i also keep all my previous notes and printouts so may be i have an academic hoarding problem in general.

in the end, a mix of old school and new age technology bs works best for me!

thank you for your question! i hope this helps :)

[random2908]

Here’s a story that didn’t happen.

Up until I was about 5 or 6, my mom was a biology professor at a small liberal arts college. Frogs are a frequently-used organism in scientific experiments, so her office mate had a big breeding collection of them, so there were always a bunch in various stages of development--eggs, tadpoles, tadpoles with legs, full frogs, the whole thing. My mom, as the most junior member of the department and as the officemate of the guy whose frogs they were, had a very significant share of the taking-care-of-frogs tasks.

I used to love going to visit the frogs whenever I went to work with my mother (which was frequently, because my preschool was run by her college). I would come with her when she went to feed them. She’d show me all of the stages of development of the frog, and analogize to human fetal development. I’d beg her to let me play with them. Sometimes she’d take out a frog for me to play with.

Occasionally, if I was very lucky, she’d dump a bin of them on the lab floor and I’d get to play with lots of frogs! The one rule was, if I was going to be allowed to play with the frogs, I had to make sure they did not get under the refrigerator. If they got under the refrigerator, I couldn’t get them back out myself, so I’d have to disrupt my mom’s work to get her to help me and she would not be happy, and I might not be allowed to play with the frogs next time. So I was always very anxious about this, throwing myself bodily between the frogs and the refrigerator, lest I show myself to be an irresponsible frog carer and have my frog privileges revoked. In my memory, I only made that mistake once, though, and otherwise was pretty good about keeping the frogs in the open area of the floor.

At some point in adulthood I realized this memory was completely insane. There is no way an adult would regularly dump a bin full of her officemate’s frogs on the lab floor for her preschooler to play with.

I asked my mom what was up with all of this. What she told me was that in fact, while she did regularly take me to watch her feed the frogs, and pointed out all the stages of tadpole development to me, she never let me play with them. But one time, when I was particularly young, maybe 2 or 3 years old, while she’d been feeding a bin of adult frogs, she’d opened the lid a little too wide and a few of them had escaped. So at that point, she had deputized me to herd them so she could catch them. I was correct in remembering that them getting under the refrigerator was a major concern, although she didn’t remember any of them actually getting under there.

She said she was very sorry to disabuse me, because although she’d had no idea I’d remembered it that way, it sounded like such a happy childhood memory and she didn’t want to take that away. But it’s ok, I still remember it that way, even though I know now it’s a largely false memory.

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

Junior Executive Consultant (LDCR equiv.) Jarai - the USS Sorcerer's Chief Science Officer, is not a member of Starfleet, but rather a corporate liaison/exchange officer from the joint Caitian/Ferasan megacorporation Callaspace, which provides Starfleet with high-quality sensor and scientific equipment. A Ferasan female, Jarai exhibits the enhanced capabilities common to the Caitian subspecies, namely increased strength, increased intelligence, and limited psionic abilities such as ESP and emotional state awareness.

Serving on the USS Sorcerer for only a single tour as of present since her transfer from Callaspace's Integrity Assurance Fleet, JEC Jarai has become known for being much more casual, open, and outright exhibitionist compared to other crew members. This seems from the corporate culture of the Callaspace megacorp, which Starfleet allows practice of in the interest of cultural diversity.

[wuyi1551]

The Seasons group I painted actually has settings

Winter: the grade disciplinarian is trusted by the teachers and leads by example, and is the youngest member of a group with a junior high school sister and a primary school brother. She doesn't want to inherit the family business but to become a police officer in the future. Although there is nothing wrong with her academic etiquette, she has had a nanny since she was a child, so her life is very bad. If the aunt who cleans the house on time is absent, the house becomes chaotic and winter does not want to admit it, so she goes back to the hotel. Usually, breakfast, lunch and dinner are served in the canteen and convenience store.

Penny: the deputy committee member who usually follows Winter. The only daughter of a famous scientist, rumoured to be a scientifically created android. She is gifted in science and is expected to continue her research with her father. A quick learner.

Cinder: the only one in her grade in school who failed, heard that her mother has the background to force her to attend a major high school, but it seems that she doesn't want to take her studies seriously. Family situation unknown, actually adopted, will call her adoptive mother by her real name, has a lot of pocket money. Despite her poor schooling, she can do household chores, sewing, cooking and other everyday skills, including making coffee and fixing light bulbs, nail art and embroidery, and wants to open a cafe in the future.

Raven: A corner student who doesn't get much attention, but has an impressive academic record. She and her brother are both orphans who went to high school on a financial aid grant. She always wears the same clothes when he goes out, but his wardrobe has only changed a little since Cinder gave him some clothes. She is very good at mocking and taking care of people.

Is there a clear relationship between lovers in the season group I painted? The answer is no, but Cinder is very ambiguous with everyone

[theseventhoffrostfall]

Continuing on, because finishing this book is apparently a better use of my time than the dozens of good ones waiting for me, it's notable that surface-to-orbit and orbit-to-surface lasers are a constant threat and concern at the strategic level. No mention of the diffraction, refraction, attenuation or any other problem that make lasers just about the least desirable weapon to be using in either direction. Most scientifically-realistic space combat ever, remember. Also, I'm aware this is me being petty, but lasers firing into an atmosphere just invisibly blow shit up instead of leaving a big white lightning-like beam as they ionize the air they pass through.

As for non-pedantic remarks, the protagonist is on a roll of not doing his job because he doesn't want to bother people and is afraid he'll get yelled at. I don't mean some kind of internal affairs thing, I mean neglecting to conduct intelligence work and research on an unknown ship because maybe the sensors operators and comms guys will get annoyed by him.

Again, this is where I suspect the author's background comes into play. If you're a reporter playing tagalong, everything the military does for you is a favor and any request you make is a distraction from their actual work. Our grand master subject matter expert genius guy (that is very much the impression his bio is trying to give, I reiterate) can't put himself into the mindset of actually being in the military, where "not doing your job because you don't want to be annoying" has a lot of names but most famously goes by 'dereliction of duty'.

Of course, it's kind of in-character. Ensign Niel Mercer (who everyone calls Niel, because everyone uses first names in this book, much like all military organizations the world over are famous for doing) is weirdly shy and immature thus far. Refer to the blushing schoolboy crush/serial workplace harassment. I'm not ruling out that this intentional and it's heading towards an arc, but I devoted almost as much time as the book did to Mercer's (sorry, Niel's) reaction to getting into a gunfight on the surface and also proving useless in a gunfight on the surface. It is mentioned that the other junior officers are jealous of him being the only one of them that's faced enemy fire yet. Because I suppose they expected to be knee-deep in bodies and brass when they signed up to be officers in the boring admin sections of the fucking Space Force.

[spaceschist]

SPACESCHIST PRESENTS: Independent Star Trek OC lieutenant junior grade SAM ANDERSON of the Enterprise

Scientific officer with Starfleet with a speciality in exogeology, seeing new worlds, and drinking an obscene amount of coffee. A walking health and safety hazard. Dedicated to science and one day wants to name a mineral after her childhood dog.

Story told by Day (est. in 2024, mun is 21+, selective, and mutuals only). Rules found HERE and about found HERE. Doctor Who verse also developed.

[petermorwood]

Where's his bloody cap?

British military personnel ONLY salute when wearing uniform AND regimental headdress. Any show or film where uniformed British personnel salute hatless should prompt the immediate question: "What else have they got wrong?"

(Unless it's because of Regimental Tradition, and that's a rabbit-hole too deep for now.)

What happened here is more likely the result of "research" derived from watching US military protocol represented in Hollywood movies.

*****

British War Movies would be a better source for British military protocol, for obvious reasons.

Relevant to that and even more so to the GIFset, here's an exchange from "The Cruel Sea" (1953) between Jack Hawkins (Royal Welch Fusiliers 1941-44) as Captain Ericson RNR, and two very new young sub-lieutenants.

"Oh, by the way, don't salute me indoors when I haven't got a cap on. I can't return it. Correct drill is for you to take your cap off when you come in." "Sorry, sir." "That's all right. It's not vital, but you may as well get it right."

Despite easily caricatured stiff upper lips and cut-glass accents, those movies often included writers, cast and crew who had been in the Services only a few years previously and Knew Stuff. This also applied to the intended audience, who might well have heard a superior say such things for real.

There are of course indoor duty situations when the headdress stays on and a salute is required - entering a superior's office "on business", for instance - but the rule of no headdress / no salute is more usually right than wrong.

It's something of which the Doctor Who writers should have been made aware, though as I've said before, the contracts of historical / military / scientific advisors hired for a production have clauses about being paid, but AFAIK none about being heeded.

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John Watson in "Sherlock" did a bare-headed salute too and, more incorrect still, he wasn't even in uniform.

AFAIK rules in the US are different, saluting bare-headed and in civvies is an accepted gesture - presidents (and veterans?) do it - but US rules don't apply here and even if they did, Watson is pretending to be a serving officer...

...in a regiment - 5th Northumberland Fusiliers - which ceased to exist in the late 1960s. (Dr Watson served with them in the original Conan Doyle stories, also with the 66th (Berkshires). That regiment ceased to exist in 1881.)

"Adapting Period Fiction: Update, Correct or Leave Alone?" is another subject entirely.

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Basic UK military saluting protocol is straightforward. No uniform, no salute. Uniform but no regimental headdress, no salute.

However a salute is a military compliment, so receiving one is always acknowledged, and back when hats were everyday wear an officer in civvies would tip or raise his if saluted - which BTW is how military salutes in uniform began.

That it came from knights raising their visors is nonsense, since many styles of helmet didn't have one. If it did, what if the visor was already raised so as to see and breathe better? Did the knight lower it so he could raise it again? Did two companies of knights clatter at each other like kids playing with letter-box flaps?

I doubt that. :->

The modern UK senior-to-junior hatless response is to "brace up", meaning straighten up if walking...

(Long, long ago, I was told it meant "straighten up MORE" because an ambling officer is one thing but a slouching one is something else.)

...or come briefly to attention if standing still, and in both cases look directly at the saluter while giving a small nod to acknowledge receipt.

Watson knows how to brace up. We've seen him do it.

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Looking Stuff Up is like a lot of other things. If five minutes can make the difference, it's usually five minutes well spent.

"It's not vital, but you may as well get it right."

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(It can be vital enough in fiction: see the TVTropes "Falsely Advertised Accuracy" and "Dan Browned Dan Brown" for more about why.)

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