#where distance both intentional and unintentional

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Dew can't sleep, and he hasn't been talking to Ifrit. Doesn't mean Ifrit doesn't still care, though. I fucking love them what can I say.

It's too late for this shit, Dew thinks, as he lights another cigarette on the balcony, careful not to let the glowing tip brush up against any of Mountain's potted plants invading the already narrow space. Stems curl around the metal railing, leaves dripping down and swaying in the light breeze. It's somewhat of a hypnotizing sight, one that has Dew blinking sluggishly as he attempts to chainsmoke his thoughts away.

It's too late to be plagued by every thoughts and worries known to man, and yet here Dew is. He hasn't bothered to grab his jacket, hoping that the cold would give him something to focus on. So far, it's only making him shiver hard enough to make his back ache. He's unwilling to go back inside though, frozen in place like staying rooted to the spot might be the key to his peace of mind.

Smoke is exhaled toward the night sky, pinpricks of light blinking at Dew's sad little worries on their canva of deep blue. The burning in his lungs helps a bit, but there is no magical remedy to the whirlwind up in the fire ghoul's head, mercilessly keeping him from restful slumber.

Dew doesn't realize how tense his neck is until a warm hand presses against the back of it, thumb digging in stiff muscles. He barely jumps at the sudden presence.

"I figured you'd be the one here."

Ifrit's voice is gentler than usual in the quiet of the night, face soft and hair mussed when he shifts into Dew's peripherical vision, looking very much like he just woke up. The sheet imprint on his cheeks only confirms it, as well as making him look unbearably adorable. Eyes big and searching despite the slight glaze of tiredness still clinging to them, Ifrit has the good sense not to push for an answer, just shrugs his jacket off to wrap it around Dew's shoulders. It's warm and smells like cedar, so achingly familiar. Dew can't help sinking into it. So what if there's unsaid things trapped between them, arguments never quite settled, longing for something maybe past, maybe broken, maybe fixable, that they're too cowardly to attempt saving ?

Right now, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because Ifrit's arm is slung around Dew's shoulders, tugging him into the older fire ghoul's chest, until Ifrit's heartbeat echoes in Dew's ear and he can feel a kiss being pressed to the crown of his head.

Ifrit's throat glows orange when he accepts the half-finished cigarette Dew hands him, a fun quirk of his that Dew admittedly missed. It used to fascinate him, seeing Ifrit's body visibly react to the smoke curling inside his lungs. The longer the drag he takes, the further the glow spreads, sometimes reaching his broad chest in an abstract pattern of light splashed under his skin.

With the both of them sucking onto the filter, Dew quickly ends up stomping on the butt of the cigarette. He doesn't reach for another one. His thoughts are still racing, but tiredness is starting to take its toll, and it's hard to follow what goes on in his brain when his eyes start closing for longer period of times, leaning into Ifrit's warm body and the soft touch of his fingers drawing mindless forms on his shoulder.

Dew still doesn't want to go though.

That's when Ifrit starts to sing.

It's more of a soft hum at the begining, but then words start to flow out of his mouth, ableit softly to fit the late hour. Ifrit has always had a nice voice. Surprisingly versatile, a bit raspy on the edge but able to climb pretty high, just to fall to a low rumble in a steady whiplash of register. Dew has begged him to sing to him many times over the years they've known each other, and every instance where Ifrit complied with rosy cheeks and bashful smiles have a special place carved for them in Dew's mind.

Distantly, he notices Ifrit's not singing in english. Gaelic, his brain provides. To Dew's untrained ears, the pronounciation seems pretty good, which makes him wonder whether Chain taught him, or if it's part of Ifrit's hidden deck of random knowledges.

Either way, the tension in Dew's shoulders is slowly bleeding away. There's a tight ball of yearning in his lower stomach, but that he can withstand. Probably.

The sudden realization that if they don't breach the distance that settled between them ever since Ifrit retired, the older fire ghoul will become somebody Dew used to know, used to love, strikes him like a bolt of lightening, and his hand flies up to grip Ifrit's arm in a tight grasp. It cuts the singing short, which Dew takes half a second to mourn before he chokes out.

"Don't go."

It's not all he'd like to say, but the words stick in his throat, tongue heavy and useless in his mouth. Ifrit, sweet, darling Ifrit, tightens his hold on Dew, mouth moving in his hair as he shushes him gently.

"I'm right here, i'm right here."

You're not, Dew wants to say, I miss you, you're holding me and I miss you.

But of course, it's like Ifrit knows what goes on in Dew's overproductive brain, because he leans forward, really draping himself over the smaller ghoul, planting a kiss on his temple.

"I am here, Dew. I promise."

Dew let himself relax, takes a deep breath.

"Come to bed with me ?"

Ifrit hesitates. Doesn't pull away, barely stiffens, but he does hesitate.

"Isn't Aether-"

"Yeah, he's there already. Ifrit, he wouldn't mind. Actually, I think he would be thrilled. Unless, of course, if you were with Zeph, I wouldn't want to-"

Dew's rambling is cut short by Ifrit turning him in his hold, until they face each other, heart-wrenching fondness dancing in the older fire ghoul's eyes. Carefully, he cups Dew's face in his big hands, pressing a kiss square on his forehead.

"No, I was alone. Let's go then. Before you freeze to death."

For the first time in several hours, Dew smiles bright and wide.

(In the morning, Aether wakes up with Ifrit's arm slung over both his and Dew's waist, two pairs of legs tangled with his. A familiar sight he missed more than he realized.)

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Realistic Injuries (pt. 4)

The Mechanism of Injury

Assists in establishing both the safety of the scene and guides the remainder of the primary survey.

The seriousness of the mechanism of injury is a significant clue as to the potential seriousness of the patient's actual injuries, be they external or internal.

Relaying the mechanism of injury to downstream care providers early in the course of transport helps them be better prepared and have the necessary resources available for when they are treating the patient in the near future.

A patient with a severe mechanism of injury (MOI) warns providers that they may have a patient who requires many hands/tools/teams for treatment.

Getting those people alerted and organized is a great head start for the patient.

MOIs can be divided into 2 broad categories:

Significant Injuries. Some examples:

Ejection from a vehicle.

Prolonged extrication time.

Multi-system trauma.

Motor vehicle-pedestrian/biker accidents.

Motor vehicle accidents where any occupant of the vehicle was killed.

Any fall over 3 times the patient's height.

Insignificant Injuries. Some examples:

Fights or physical altercations without loss of consciousness.

Minor injuries to isolated body parts.

Car accidents without injury or symptoms of injury to any occupant.

The division between these groups is nothing more than the likelihood that a patient with a certain MOI will present with trauma requiring intensive care. Not all patients with an insignificant MOI are free from severe injuries and vice versa.

More Mechanisms of Injury Categories used to Classify Narratives

Caught accidentally in or between objects

Drowning

Electric currents

Explosive material

Exposure to radiation

Fall

Firearm

Overexertion

Poisoning

Suffocation

Head-on collision frequently results in the rider ejecting or partially ejecting over the handlebars. Common injuries include:

Head and neck injury if no helmet in place

Thoracoabdominal injury from handlebar impact (common in children)

“Open book” pelvic fracture—a splaying open (like a book) of the anterior and posterior pelvis from striking the handlebars

Bilateral femur fracture

Skin abrasions, lacerations

Injuries are decreased when a helmet is in place in proper position and if protective clothing is worn.

Gunshot wounds (GSW) are usually intentional (suicide, homicide) but can be unintentional (hunting, gun not in holster, gun cleaning).

Some mechanisms at work with gunshots include:

Yaw: vertical and horizontal oscillation about the axis of the bullet; can result in a larger surface area on impact with the body depending on the position of the bullet on the axis at time of impact.

Tumbling: rotation of the bullet upon impact resulting in some parts of the cavity larger than others as the bullet rotates along the path.

Rifling: spiraling grooves within the barrel of the weapon put spin on the bullet as it exits the barrel; provides stability in flight along the axis.

Hollow-point bullets: deform on impact causing a larger surface area to inflict damage.

Shotgun: multiple pellets within the cartridge; also possible to have one large projectile, such as a “pumpkin ball,” both air resistance and gravity spread the pellets over distance; closer shotgun wounds result in serious large wounds as the pellets remain clumped together.

The bullet does not usually travel in a straight path. This results in the need for exploration as multiple injuries can occur although the path appears to be in a straight line. Intentional injuries may require either psychiatric support (suicide attempts) or safety (homicide attempts).

Stabbings are also usually intentional (suicide, homicide) but can be unintentional, (eg, a slip on wet floor and landing on open dishwasher with knives pointing upward). A stabbing most often:

follows a direct path,

is low velocity resulting mostly in damage along the line of the path itself, and

are of varying depth.

The type of blade affects the wound inflicted, such as straight blade versus a serrated edge.

From a forensic medicine perspective, a stab is deeper than it is long and a cut is longer than deep.

A cut differs from a blunt laceration in that the edges are clean and the direction of the wound inflicted indicates the direction of the force.

Stabs to the chest and abdomen are particularly important to investigate as the angle of the penetration may indicate that the wound crosses both cavities injuring the diaphragm in between the two.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ Part 1 ⚜ Part 2 ⚜ Part 3 ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[starastrologyy]

Synastry & Composite Chart Observations

Please do not repost my work on any other social media platform even if you credit me :) Chart readings are still open but I will be closing them again at the end of a October :)

An Aquarius rising in a composite chart can show a couple who go against societal norms and expectations. They can seem like an “odd-pairing” or perhaps there is something unconventional or eccentric about how they appear to the world. Unless Venus or Mars is conjunct the composite ascendant they can seem like friends or a couple who has built a relationship that is strongly based on friendship. Interestingly, couples who have Aquarius on the descendent tend to be more open to long-distance or any other relationship patterns that are considered unconventional (an open relationship as an example).

A Sagittarius rising in a composite chart can indicate that the pair will travel together or learn a lot just by being together. They tend to expand each other’s world views and belief systems. Expansion, knowledge, and exploration are key themes here.

Mercury square Neptune in a composite chart can point to certain misunderstandings or miscommunications in a relationship. It is important for both people to be open and transparent to avoid intentional or unintentional deceit.

Couples with Saturn in the 5th house of their composite chart may have trouble expressing affection towards each other unless there are other mitigating factors. Feelings of ‘fun’ and ‘pleasure’ in the relationship can be stifled with this placement, unless the couple are actively working towards incorporating frequent date nights, vacations, and creative hobbies into their relationship. Some couples with this placement choose not to have kids or have very few.

Many married couples either have a composite Libra rising or have their Sun, Moon, or Venus in the composite 7th house. Saturn on an angle in a composite chart tends to be present in long-term relationship composite charts.

Uranus in the 8th house of a composite chart can indicate financial uncertainty or instability in a relationship. As a couple, they can handle their shared resources and taxes in a manner that can be seen as “haphazard” by some. Their investments as a couple can also undergo many unexpected changes.

When someone’s Moon falls into your 4th house, you may find yourself telling them about your childhood, family life or just very personal/intimate things about yourself. When someone’s Moon is in your 12th house this can also happen. However, you may not always feel very comfortable with how vulnerable you feel around the Moon person (as the 12th house person). It’s almost as if they can see right through you with this overlay. It must be said that the Moon person can at times find the 12th house person to be emotionally elusive (even if the 12th house person feels as if the moon person intuitively understands them).

Composite charts with Venus or the ruler of the composite ascendant in the 12th house often indicates that the relationship is very private or has to be kept hidden for some reason. The composite Sun in the 12th house can also indicate a relationship that is not very public.

When someone’s Venus falls into to 8th house in synastry, they completely transform the way you view or even handle matters related to love, values, and finances. Relationships that are 8th house heavy can be difficult to let go of or forget but they often trigger major personal transformations.

If I were to assign a planet to ‘situationships’ I would definitely assign Neptune. Composite charts that are highly aspected by Neptune or have Neptune closely conjunct the Ascendant, descendent, or midheaven can indicate that the relationship is not always clearly defined or perhaps the two are not always on the same page regarding where the relationship is heading. I read a composite chart for a married couple with Neptune in the 10th house. For them, this just meant that they both had to make career sacrifices to make their relationship work at some point in their marriage. However, I’ve also read a composite chart where Neptune was exactly conjunct the descendent. In this case, the relationship was undefined as one partner refused to commit fully. Although Neptune can create feeling of confusion, it can also show you where the couple can each other immense compassion, selflessness, and grace.

[moonselune]

Would you ever consider doing an Astarion/f!reader/Gale love triangle Drabble or one shot? (Astarion endgame maybe oop?) if not dw!!!!✨

This is tooth rottingly sweet, I was a bit unsure about this one because my immediate instinct when there's a love triangle is to just let them all kiss lmao

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion x f!reader x Gale

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The camp was a place of tension, not just because of the ever-present threats lurking in the shadows, but also because of the complicated dynamics between its members. Amidst the flickering campfires and whispered conversations, a love triangle had quietly taken root, drawing you, Astarion, and Gale into its tangled web.

Gale had always been the romantic, the one to sweep you off your feet with his eloquence and charm. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he approached you with a gentle smile, his eyes twinkling with the promise of magic and wonder.

“May I have a moment of your time?” he asked, his voice as smooth as silk.

You nodded, curiosity piqued. Gale led you to a secluded spot by the river, where he conjured a shimmering illusion of stars and galaxies swirling above you. The sight was breathtaking, each twinkling light reflecting in his eyes as he recited a poem he had written just for you.

His words were like honey, sweet and mesmerizing. You felt yourself being drawn into the enchantment of the moment, the magic he wielded wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Gale’s ability to captivate and awe was unparalleled, and for a time, you were lost in the beauty of his world.

Astarion watched from a distance, his keen eyes taking in every detail. He had to admit, Gale was a formidable rival. The way he could charm with his words and dazzle with his magic was impressive. But Astarion knew that sweet words and illusions would not be enough to win your heart; he needed to show you something raw, something real. And it wasn't just because he had already played that card with you - definitely not.

The next day, as the group ventured out to face a band of marauding gnolls, Astarion saw his opportunity. The battle was fierce, with gnashing teeth and snarling beasts lunging at every turn. But Astarion was relentless, his movements swift and precise as he cut through the enemies with lethal grace.

He fought with a ferocity that took even the gnolls by surprise, his eyes never straying far from you. With each foe he felled, he moved closer, his intention clear. When the last of the gnolls lay defeated, their bodies formed an unintentional pattern on the ground—a shape that, with a bit of imagination, resembled a heart.

Breathing heavily, Astarion approached you, his expression softening as he took your hand. He pressed a lingering kiss to your knuckles, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “Thanks to you.”

Astarion’s lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes were serious. “I’d fight a thousand battles if it meant keeping you safe.”

As he led you back to camp, his hand never leaving yours, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his words. There was something undeniably real about the way he cared for you, something that went beyond mere words and magic.

Back at the camp, Gale watched your return with a resigned smile. He approached the two of you, his demeanor calm and gracious. “Astarion,” he began, his tone respectful, “I have to give credit where it’s due. Your bravery and skill today were remarkable.”

Astarion inclined his head, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “Thank you, Gale.”

Gale turned to you, his expression gentle but resolute. “I can see where your heart lies, and I respect your choice. It seems Astarion is the one who truly holds your affections.”

You looked between the two men, feeling a swell of gratitude and affection for both. “Gale, you’ve been wonderful,” you said softly. “Your kindness and your magic have touched me deeply, I will never forget it.”

Gale smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I’m glad I could share those moments with you. But I think it’s clear who your heart belongs to.”

With that, he stepped back, conceding with grace. Astarion pulled you closer, his eyes shining with a mix of triumph and tenderness. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, and I intend to cherish you every day.”

And in that moment, you knew that despite the complexities and the rivalries, you had found something genuine and profound in Astarion’s love—a love that would stand the test of time and adversity.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Poor Gale, maybe he should have mentioned his practiced tongue a bit more, hope you liked it! - Seluney

[celestialprincesse]

🫶🪐💕

Ghost introducing Soap to single mom!reader and Charlotte I fear😧 jk ghoap x single mom live in my mind rent free💕

Charlotte and Riley both respectively lay asleep against you on Simon's couch as you yourself begin to drift off into the pefcetly worn in cushions, the My Little Pony episode you'd put on for Lottie long forgotten the minute her little head had come in contact with Riley's fluffy back. You don't even realise you're falling asleep until you wake to Riley's barking an hour or so later. Immediately you panic at the missing presence of your daughter, and the K9 that follows her loyally wherever she goes. The first horrified thought which springs to your head is that there's workmen in the building - workmen who you don't know - and Simon isn't here, which makes you distinctly more concerned. You'll adress that thought once you've found your daughter and ruled out any potential danger.

That rational, well thought out plan, flies through one ear and out the other when you hear a foreign laugh in the kitchen, and you're thrown back to that feeling which you'd tried so hard to run from. You try to rationalise with yourself, try to recognise that Simon's flat is more secure than the pentagon, and maybe you're just hearing things or he's watching something on his laptop and - and Charlotte is squealing. Charlotte is squealing in the kitchen and Riley is barking and you're convinced that it's happening all over again.

You come up empty in a search for something you could potentially use to fend off anyone with the intention of hurting your daughter or Riley or you. Weird considering that Simon is SAS, but you don't let yourself dwell as you storm into the kitchen to - to Simon with Charlotte in his arms, and another man bouncing a tennis ball on the floor, hence the barking. "Everything alright, love?" Simon immediately makes his way over to you, a dirty blond brow furrowed in concern, keeping his distance whilst still being close enough for you to reach out to him. "Ye look like ye've seen a ghost." The other man pipes up, and then proceeds to laugh at his unintentional pun, all whilst you stare at Simon like - well like you've seen a ghost.

"I - you - Charlotte - she was -" You stutter aimlessly before sighing, letting your head fall into your hands, whilst Simon pulls you into his chest, Lottie smushed and protesting between the two of you, muffling the apologies Simon whispers into your hair, handing your daughter back. "So yer jus not going to introduce me to the lass. Right, okay." The heavy Scots accent pipes back up sarcastically from the corner, leaving you jumping out of your skin whn you remember that he's there. "Ah, right, no, yeah. This is Johnny." Simon grunts, almost a little embarrased as he rubs the back of his neck, Charlotte gripping his calf, pleading for ice cream. "We work together. He's a pain in my ass - backside. Pain in my backside." The soldier picks your daughter up and swings her onto his hip with practised ease as he moves for the freezer, where he's got a constant supply of her favourite chocolate ice cream.

"I've heard a lot about ye." Johnny smirks wickedly as he gives you a polite hug, looking between you, Simon, Charlotte and Riley like he knows something he shouldn't. "And yer bairn, o'course. Ghost talks about her like she's his own." "Stop exagerratin' MacTavish." Simon's voice is muffled by the clink of bowls as he scoops some ice cream with an impressive proficiency despite his one hand. With that, Johnny gives you a conspiratorial grin, like you're both in on a joke that Simon doesn't understand. "So, does 'e talk about me much? Or the other lads?" Johnny's line of questioning makes you blush as you give a slow shake of your head, looking almost apologetic.

"M' not trying to scare her away, Johnny. Pack it in."

[a-random-foxperson]

How my android fox identity came to be

I first made my fursona as basically "me but android fox", which already put relatively small "distance" between it and me. This gave the process that followed a pretty good starting point, though that was not my intention, it could not have been. Back then i was not aware of alterhumanity or any of the identities under its umbrella.

I started presenting as my fursona online, used it as a pfp, used the same name for both me and it, shortly after started referring to myself as a fox. It started out as sort of a mask i wear online, but being seen as that started feeling right and it gradually felt less like a mask and more like me. By being referred to as a (android) fox (i was a bit inconsistent with including the android part, still am to a lesser degree), my brain got used to associating the concept of fox with myself more directly. At some point , i started to referring to pictures of my fursona as pictures of me, it felt like a logical next step and further reinforced the mental association. A sort of fake it til you make it thing.

At the same time, i also started to imagine myself as my fursona. First as a series of thought experiments. How would fur feel instead of my skin? How would my ears move? How would it feel to have a tail? I got to a point where it felt like those things were actually there in a way. I basically induced a sort of phantom shift, though knowing that terminology came later. Another thing was just imagining in my minds eye how it would look being in the same i was, doing the same things i did.

One might notice that this all focuses on the fox aspect, and indeed, this was what i was focused on back then, the robot bits lagged behind a bit in this process, though they too got there eventually. That is not to say i considered myself an organic fox for a time, more that the android part was comparatively less important. Being mostly organic-passing (think as close to organic anthro fox as Mr. Data to human) contributed to that i think.

In both of the above mentioned ways i mentally applied fox aspects to myself and over time i absorbed those aspects into my sense of self. The ideas of "myself" and "my fursona" merged to become what i am today. This process was mostly complete by the time i discovered the alterhuman community. I questioned being otherkin for a while, but the identity being created like this didn't seem to fit. In the end i arrived at otherlink. That label presumes more intention about forming the identity, but it is the closest among the big labels, and adding quoiluntary to it communicates this being a bit complicated enough, i think (among other things why i find this addition useful).

@aestherians This is the post i was talking about working on earlier today about how my unintentional linktype formed.

[the-owl-tree]

so I haven't read goosefeather's curse yet... how exactly does stormtail gr**m moonflower???? not denying it ofc, moreso morbidly curious

Nah all good! I have to add, the book in itself doesn't seem to have made this an intentional choice. The ire of their relationship comes from Stormtail and Goosefeather's hostility, that Stormtail is bad because of how he treats Goosfeather (which is valid) but not how that in turn affects Moonflower. You could make an interpretation of this where Goosefeather is too emotionally immature to recognize what's going on and that's why it isn't tackled....but seeing with multiple wonky age gaps under our belts by now, I reckon that this was an unintentional and irresponsible choice on part of the authors and editors.

I'm just gonna do snippets of their relationship, recapping all of GC wouldn't do much good lol

We're introduced to Stormpaw, an older apprentice, who has been visiting Moonkit in the nursery and teaching her fighting moves as well as bringing her gifts. WC ages are wonky, I know, but I think we can assume by this period that Stormpaw is a young adult while Moonkit is not even six moons old yet by the time he is named warrior (Goosepaw is named early).

^ This is a repeated pattern where he's earning her trust and is able to separate her from both her brother and her mother.

And here is the ceremony, Stormtail is now a full warrior and Moonkit is still a child (not even old enough to be an apprentice).

This relationship continues when she's an apprentice and he continues to actively pursue her.

We can also infer, even if it's not canonical, that he is distancing her from her brother. We see multiple scenes where Stormtail mocks Goosepaw and in turn Moonpaw is concerned that Goosepaw will embarrass her. This sort of isolation of victims is incredibly common and it's concerning how no one in the book seems to bat an eye - which lends to my belief that the authors saw nothing wrong with what was happening. Stormtail is bad because he's mean to Goosefeather but the fact he has been pursuing Moonflower since she was a baby is something the book hardly brings up.

[ghostlynachopanda]

Third wheel

a/n: Posting will be slow after this cause break is over, thumbs down. I fell asleep while writing this. you can prob see where I lost motivation too. here's this one pals

pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader, platonic Enid

words: 1k

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Enid considered you and Wednesday her best friends. She absolutely loved the two of you together! She was happy for the two of you! She was your number-one fan! Honestly, she was! It's just, the two of you were making her feel like a third wheel. Even if it was unintentional, it sucked!

Every time you three would hang out, you and Wednesday would unintentionally be more attentive to one another. It started with small glances at one another then gradually moved to just slight physical contact. Enid thought it was absolutely adorable. Seeing the ever-stoic Wednesday be soft with someone is not something Enid thought she needed.

At one point Enid thought she couldn’t ever get enough of seeing you so smitten with each other. The reddening cheeks and shy smiles from you sent her over the moon. The soft gazes and tender actions from Wednesday made her smile. All of it made her super happy! It was just so cute she wanted to squeal with happiness. She could die happy after seeing that!

Watching the both of you so obviously in love was starting to get annoying though. You two would get so wrapped up in one another that both of you would forget she was there. She did give you, specifically, some credit. Whenever she talked to you about it you did try to fix it and help her out. But things would just go back to the way things are.

It got to the point where Enid was forcing her way in between the two of you. Making the two of you move to make room for her body. But the deadly glares Wednesday sent her way were enough to stop her from doing that

That brings her to where she is now. Ready to call you both out on acting so love-struck.

You had come over to her and Wednesday's shared dorm to work on some homework together. You and Wednesday had started at a normal distance apart, all three of you working on homework as planned.

You always kept what Enid said in the back of your mind. You always tried your best to make her feel included. You just couldn't help but want to sit closer to Wednesday. To your credit, you stayed rooted in your spot. Keeping your attention on both roommates and on the homework. You're aware if you paid Wednesday too much attention you'd get sucked in.

Wednesday, on the other hand, had no intention of letting you sit so far away from her. She subtly made her way closer to you, hoping it wasn't too noticeable to you or Enid. She made your fingers 'unintentionally' graze each other. Already forgetting Enid was in the room.

You could feel your attention shifting. The warmth Wednesday radiated was almost always enough to divert your attention. Her gentle touches were not helping either. You were aware your body was angling its way towards Wednesday, unable to stop it.

Enid pointedly coughed, not liking where this was going. She had watched both of you for so long she knows both of your tells. She also knew you were trying to stay on task. Enid would have to buy you a coffee later as a 'thanks for trying',

Her cough startled both you and Wednesday. You sat up straighter and pointed yourself towards Enid and the homework, mumbling apologies as you did. Wednesday's eyes shot toward Enid, sending her a warning to not interrupt you two again. All Enid did was roll her eyes, knowing Wednesday wouldn't do anything while you were here.

Things went smoothly after that. The ridiculously long homework was almost done and Enid felt herself getting hopeful. This would be the one time she had to break you two up only once.

The peace and hopefulness Enid felt was disturbed, this time by you. You were completely unaware of what you were doing. This time you were the one pulling Wednesday's attention towards yourself. Enid was fed up with it.

"Alright, I get it!  Y'all are in love, we know. Everyone gets it! Now stop making me feel like a third wheel and help me with this homework," Enid exclaims.

You and Wednesday whip your heads towards her. Not expecting her to call you out like that. It made your cheeks heat with embarrassment. Wednesday could only stare in disbelief, not knowing she was so obvious about her advancements. You and Wednesday are silent for a moment too long.

"Goodness, we get it. Now, stop being embarrassing about it and help me finish this so I can leave you guys to make out or whatever."

Your cheeks heat up even more. Clearing your throat and nodding, you turn and direct your full attention to the task at hand. Wednesday does the same, sitting up straighter and turning toward her homework. You and Wednesday feel like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

There were no hitches after that. All three of you are too embarrassed to focus on anything other than the homework in front of you. When the homework was finished all three of you stayed seated. Once again, let embarrassment take over.

Enid recovered first, "Sorry you guys. You both just throw your love in my face all the time, it was starting to get annoying. Anyways, I'll leave you two alone. I'll see you tomorrow!"

Enid packed her things and left in a rush. She prayed she hadn't angered Wednesday. At least to the point where Wednesday was going to smother Enid in her sleep.

You and Wednesday stayed absolutely still, barely moving a muscle. You glanced at each other before quickly averting your eyes. A humiliating feeling coursed through your veins. It was mortifying being called out like that. 

It took you a while to be able to look Enid in the eyes again. Wednesday would just send her halfhearted glares for calling her out. But all Enid had to do was raise an eyebrow and Wednesday would look away in embarrassment.

Yeah it sucks :,)

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638 @tundra1029 @greyscxle-is-taken

[knownangels]

hang out

wc: 1.7k

Someone grabs him from behind.

Benji lifts from his body, eyes shuttering like they always do, and bursts into motion. 

He drops to a knee as he spins out of grasp, shrugging away the shoulder pawed by a stranger’s hand. And then in a series of movements, he has the unlucky bastard’s knee knocked to the side, spun off-balance. It gets Benji in range. Benji’s awful in range. Up-close.

But in the back of his mind, he’s prompted into harsh movements by something even worse than in-range training. 

Betrayed, a little voice hisses. Compromised.

It’s that special rage that pushes Benji back to his feet, the body of his attacker in tow. It’s that rage that spins it by the shoulders to face him, momentum throwing the person into rapid, desperate stumbles as Benji walks them both forward. Directly, and without much care for gentleness, further into the depths of the alley. Towards the brick.

As his back hits the wall, Xavier makes a cartoonish sort of ack! sound. It’s so absurd Benji immediately snaps from wherever his head had gone. Not knowing whether it’s unintentional or intentional (but, knowing this one: with a desperate need for Benji to agree with his humor). 

That thought, really, is what snaps him out of it. That it’s Xavier trying to make him laugh, even with a forearm to his throat.

“Dude,” Xavier wheezes, grinning even as his breath cuts short. It makes him sound funny, and he must agree, because he’s grinning like a lunatic while he says it. “I just wanted to hang out.” 

*

They do. A not-so-carefully organized rendezvous whose coordinates were delivered in code over an agreed frequency. How Xavier manages to get this deep behind lines, Benji isn’t sure — but he figures it has something to do with the arsenal of networking and connections Xavier has established for himself amongst his group. Or so he assumes, based on how much the bastard yaps. 

For twenty minutes. For twenty minutes, they converse. They joke. For twenty minutes, (Benji counts as discretely as he can with glances at his watch) they circle the outer path of the city. It’s mostly an entertainment and commercial distract; these days, it houses a quickly dwindling array of shops and venues. 

“It used to be cool.”

“It’s still pretty cool,” Xavier says. He can’t stop looking above them, through the great glass dome encapsulating the city. “I mean, we don’t have anything like this —oh fuck! Is that a whale?”

Benji nods, but he doesn’t have the attention for it. Xavier’s darted down a path, eyes wide with childish excitement as he watches the great, dark shape in the far distance traverse the ocean floor like a hawk in the sky. Slowly, inch by inch, it fades the same mottled black-blue of the horizon until its gone, swallowed up by the dark water beyond.

Maran hates this place. He’d been here exactly once, to the comic store around the corner from where Benji leads them now. And then he had sworn, as typical, to never ever fucking come back. 

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” 

Benji snaps out of his thoughts. He’d been walking with Xavier close behind, the enemy soldier at his back —

The enemy soldier, Benji thinks, grounding himself. At his back.

He slows until Xavier passes him. His brow furrows. He feels no apprehension or fear or adrenaline; he should have. Xavier is armed. And Xavier is — Xavier. Benji’s seen him in the midst of it. 

“Yes,” Benji confirms. He steps up to the shopfront, shoulder to chest with the other man. “You said you liked music.”

Xavier tilts to smile at him. “Fuck, dude. I meant like — I go to the club and like music.” He gestures broadly at the store. “Not, like, actual real music. Or making it.” 

Benji shrugs. “Club music’s still music, mate. Got a decent beat.” 

“Tell me about it.” Xavier adopts a strange stance, then lifts both arms in the air and drops his chin as he bounces in place, unce-unce-unce of his own bad synth impression serving as tempo. When he stops, his hair’s a bit of a mess and his cheeks are flushed.

Benji clears his throat. “Ah, well. My bad. Can’t really recommend you clubs. Y’know. Considering. I, uh. Like this place,”

“Yeah? Can I guess?”

“Guess?” Benji asks, flustered. 

Xavier laughs. “Yeah, dude. What you play.” At Benjis surprised expression, his laughter bursts forth again. “Benji, come on. You’re totally obvious.”

“Alright, then, if I’m obvious. What?” 

“Hm.” Xavier says, eons of philosophers providing wisdom to that single, brief noise. “Saxophone.”

“Fuck yourself!” Benji splutters. He shoves Xavier, who stumbles a bit into the brick behind him. “Dickhead.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Xavier leans back into Benji’s space, as if forced by gravity. “Um. Bass?”

“Drums.” Benji holds up his hands, flexes them. “Couldn’t tell?” 

Xavier swallows. His eyes dart between Benji’s raised fingers, green finding brown in the gaps. “I was wondering.”

“Used shit sticks as a kid.” Benji says. He taps a finger against the window. “Like those.”

Xavier looks to where he points. “What’s that brand?”

“Why, you lookin’ to upstage me?”

Xavier smile stays turned toward him a split second longer than Benji thinks it ought to. Only after that lingering beat does his pale, freckled chin turn towards the store display. Brass and cherry-red candy paint acrylic guitars gleaming new behind an already glossy window. It looks like its cared after regularly and maybe even obsessively. There’s a bright yellow sale sticker in the bottom left, shaped like a star: voted best manufacturer by DRUM! four years in a row. 

“Never heard of this one. Don’t have it.” Xavier sways forward and taps the glass. “Amazon Basics. You can get, like, everything.” He frowns. “Uh, mostly because they like. Own...everything.”

Benji thinks back to his main supply pack, propped against the bottom of his cot on base. There’s a pair of worn and oil-darkened sticks tucked inside for luck. 

He frowns, staring at the laser-etched logo. “Mad.” He notes, drawing the vowel long. 

“What?”

“We’ve got a few — brands, I mean. Myself, m’kinda sentimental. Only used Yamaha growin’ up ‘cause they were cheap.” He looks up at Xavier. “Never heard of Amazon. Instrument company?”

“Dude.” 

Benji’s turn. “What?”

“Dude.” Xavier repeats, answering absolutely nothing. He takes Benji by the shoulders and shakes him. “You don’t have Amazon over there? Oh, fuck, that’s like…wicked inconvenient.” 

Benji blinks at him.

Xavier smiles wider. “Imagine overnight shipping. Same hour shipping. You guys got that?” 

Benji blinks at him again, then scoffs. “Mate, we’re lucky to get three weeks. You lot keep comin’ and pinchin’ the majority of our power source, remember?”

Xavier’s laugh is slightly delayed. Once it comes, it’s a big, bark of a sound. 

Then he sobers. Benji’s smile dies a bit, too. Suddenly the moment is too visceral, the conflict around them closing in less backdrop. 

It feels so different with you, Benji thinks. It feels slower. I forget. The fondness rolls his stomach with a knife-twist sharp like anxiety, serrated like fear. 

“Do you want me to break in and steal you the cool multidimensional drum sticks?” Xavier whispers. His voice is dead serious, pitched low. But there’s a little slippery twist to the words that lets Benji know he’s being…teased? 

He snorts. 

“Aw, you’re a right evil bastard, aren’t you?” Benji grins, spurned on by the shamed flush on Xavier’s face. “The family owned shop? I’d judge you.”

“I don’t want you judging me,” Xavier sing-songs. He tucks his hands in his pants pockets, swaying. “I just want you to like me.” 

Benji rolls his eyes. “You’re alright.”

Xavier takes a step. Benji has to tilt his chin up to keep their eyes level. 

“Just alright?” 

He lifts a gloved hand, pinches index and thumb together. “Fine. Bit better than alright.” 

Xavier must mean for his next look to be silly; outrageously flirty. But without trying, mostly because of how his eyes slip half-closed, he manages to land between coy and sultry. It, Benji thinks, is a dangerous place for him to be. 

“You gonna give it up any time soon?”

Xavier’s brows waggle. “Literally the second you say flip, I am fucking flipping.” 

“Can you?” 

“Fuck off.” Xavier laughs. His hands finally slip from Benji’s shoulders, although they don’t go without a friendly (friendly?) squeeze. “Maybe not, actually. Haven’t tried.” 

“I meant,” Benji laughs. “I meant if you’re gonna give up the act, Xavier.” 

“The act.” 

“The act.” Benji says.

“The…act.”

He throws his hands up in the air, laughing. “Fuckin’ hell. Got myself a shadow and a damn echo.”

But every light moment seems to catch wrong on the edges; when Benji tosses his head back, he sees not just the deep, sun-mottled blue of the ocean above, but each explosive orange burst of the battle outside the domed city’s safety.

He remembers, suddenly, that he stands in one of the most secure bastions of that — safety — left. Because of the man in front of him, smiling with his fingers tucked a millimeter beneath his sleeve. Benji glances down at that, and tries a hundred different ways not to romanticize the touch’s softness in direct comparison to the literal war being raged above. 

He tries, anyway. 

“When I found you in that alleyway,” Xavier starts, his fingers drawing circles on Benji’s skin, “I was going to kill you and loot you and sneak back home in your uniform.”

Benji wonders if he’ll ever tire of the up-downs of being around Xavier, the constant shifts in energy and tone — without the sensation of being yanked about, Benji likes being kept on his toes. 

“Now there’s a thing to admit,” Benji says wryly. “And of your own free will n’volition, too.” 

Xavier moves again. Another step. The smallest he seems capable of taking; he’s in Benji’s space, barely, and touching, but only just. Benji can’t figure out which side of the other soldier this is: purposeful or natural. 

“Shut up, I’m not done.” His hand trails up Benji’s forearm, squeezes. “When I got closer I was like, well no fucking shot. Right? You’re just —”

“Got a bit on you, hey?” Benji teases. His eyes feel heavy, but without exhaustion. “And you on me, suppose?”

Xavier blinks sluggishly at him. His mouth, lips slightly parted, splits into another wild grin. 

“Hah. That’s what she said.”

Benji gives him a quizzical look. “What?” 

“Wot?” Xavier shakes his head. “You don’t have The Office either? Man. This universe sucks.” He winks. “At least it has you.”

“Awful,” Benji amends, ducking his head slightly. “Amended to awful, not alright.” 

“Benji.” 

He glances up. Xavier cradles the side of his face like that means something. 

“We’re — I have to —” his eyes dart between Benji’s own. There’s an unreadable expression on his face. Xavier is not smiling. “I want — fuck. Can we kiss again?” 

Benji nods, tongue glued thick to the roof of his mouth. As Xavier leans forward, ducking down in the grim blue light, he catches one last glimpse of the fiery battle above. 

One they both should be fighting. 

[kiekiecarrera]

since we're talking about s2, i dont know if thats a thing anyone's talked about but do u know in the episode where kie went in the sewer, i was just rewatching it and noticed how she rejected pope's hug but when jj went in for a hug (both of them) she hugged back. JS. Though i did feel bad for pope as well in s2, it was clear she wasnt into him.

Yep. It's funny because I always joke about how jiara-coded the pokie relationship was. Like, everything they set up between pokie just showed how much more compatible kie and jj were. It was unintentional in s1 for sure, but I think a lot of it was intentional in s2. The sewer scene is a perfect example because you can see JJ knowing exactly how to handle the situation and when to push and when to pull (which is their whole dynamic tbh), and then Pope being so overwhelmed by how relieved he was that he just forgets to take into consideration how Kiara's feeling in that moment and whether or not she actually wants to be touched. Meanwhile JJ keeps his distance until he feels that it's okay to approach - after she gives him a signal that she's feeling better by smiling at him and giving him the gun. It's just all the little things that make them work, and how much they understand each other in the shittiest of times and in the best of times.

[kon-konk]

Do you have any sexuality or gender headcanons for any Servamp characters, or characters in other media you like?

I do have a handful, actually.

I hc that Lily is ace, because despite the sexual things he does (*cough cough* stripping *cough*), it feels like there's no real sexuality to it, if that makes sense? Like he's doing it on instinct rather than with intent.

I firmly believe that Mikuni and Tsurugi are both in the "any hole is a goal" boat but with the addition of "if you pay me enough" for Tsurugi. Otherwise I don't think he'd really put much effort into it (unless it's to get something for free, or someone came on to him first), and probably has phases where he has 0 interest in anything sexual, despite the jokes he might make. And I think Mikuni would be the opposite, where he probably goes after whoever catches his interest in his free time, though I do think he'd put quite a bit of effort into keeping partners at a distance, both emotionally and occasionally physically, because he can't make himself trust someone just because he's slept with them.

I think Gear would say he's straight, but would actually be demi and just think you have to be really close to someone to fall for them. He doesn't seem to be the type to give much thought to what he falls under, so he just says something and hopes people don't ask questions (y'know, about whatever Youtarou and him have going on)

Gil and Ray are so gay for each other I don't think they'd decide to have a sexuality anymore if they couldn't be together

Jun is, like, awkwardly straight though. Like, if a guy flirted with him, I think he'd freeze up because he just wouldn't know how he should process it? With chicks though, I think he's got that dilf rizz (unintentional, but still there).

As for non-Servamp characters...

Jeanne from The Case Study of Vanitas very much seems like a confused bi baby. Have you seen any interaction she has with Domi? And then Vanitas? I love her so much.

Jiroutachi from Touken Ranbu toes that very fine line between masculine, feminine, and neutral to the point that it wouldn't surprise me if they eventually came out and said he was gender fluid. (Fun fact, if you didn't know, Jiroutachi uses "atashi" when speaking, which nowadays is usually considered a feminine pronoun, though it has historically been used by men, too.)

Hyakkimaru (Dororo) is like the straightest anime character I've ever seen. Dude went wandering for a chick he heard singing and turned into her puppy.

Trans Xingqiu. I will not elaborate, mostly because I don't know if I can explain it. That's one of my sons, though, and I love him.

On the Genshin train of thought, I hc Zhongli as gender fluid (I think there's some lore somewhere mentioning that he once walked Liyue as a woman?)

[vincesspace21]

ELS 126A Intercultural Communication

Vince Ace P. Tapia

AB-ENG 2B

Lesson 2 Blog

Cultural Differences and Human Factors Affecting Communication.

We have tackled about the types of cultural communications in the previous lesson. Now, we will be digging in the cultural differences and human factors affecting communication. Issues in communications in the same group of culture may also occur in some ways. By the introduction about the intercultural communication concepts, cognitive markers, and principles, it will help us develop styles of thinking, being, and acting in responding to the complex mandate of intercultural/cultural interaction.

In verbal communication, the first factor is the linguistic in nature which means that problems or misunderstanding among cultures is due to their comprehension levels, mishearing utterances, and the complexity of the word/sentence structure and grammar experienced by the communicators. It will be based on the different styles of communications, whether it is low-context or high-context, direct or indirect, self-enhancing or self-effacing, and elaborating or understated.

In nonverbal communication, it could be intentional or unintentional where factors of differences occur which serves as a vehicle of expression or impression. Non-verbal behaviours can be ambiguous, shaped by multiple factors not limited to cultural background, and it includes cultural universals and expressions, distinctive or unique.

Nonverbal behaviour has codes appearance. It carries universal elements which can be a basis on how we perceive appearance influences actions towards others. There are types of codes namely: (1) proxemics which is relational, contextual and negotiated because it is a use of interpersonal space and distance in communication, (2) Chronemics which looks at the meaning, usage, and communication of time for different cultures have different concepts of time, (3) Kinesics which is a behaviour that includes posture, gestures, and facial expressions that differs from culture to culture, (4) Haptics or the tactile communication that varies in amount, location, type and public or private act which has a specific emotions related, (5) Oculesics which studies on messages sent by the eyes like eye contact, blinking, eye movements, and pupil expansion for a reason that some cultures value direct eye contact while others practice nominal eye contact, (6) Vocalics or Paralangauge which describes the nonverbal elements of the voice, or the voice tone and has 3 categories, namely: vocal qualities, vocal characterizers, and vocal segregates, (7) Oflactics that studies interpersonal communication through sense of smelling, and (8) Silence which considered as a background of speech, a complex and powerful element of human contact culturally determined and which communicates certain aspects of cultures.

It is important if you study linguistics to have knowledge in this field of expertise for some reason that it will help you have a better and more comprehensive delivery of communication through anyone even if you are whether in the same culture or in other groups. Having these learning can be able to grasp and be cautious on both the verbal and nonverbal categories of communication to avoid misunderstanding and further problems related to culture. It is best if we will practice on some of these mentioned types in situations related with this one in order for us to be able to practice and adjust that will help us to have an effective communication.

[lilyslark]

While I definitely agree that it’s more than understandable why Valjean and Marius both did what they did, I have a few issues with how they went about it.

Valjean

You’re absolutely right, it’s simplistic of me to reduce Valjean’s actions down to wanting to treating Cosette like a “helpless little girl”. I can understand Valjean turning to Marius out of desperation and shame, rather than to Cosette.

However, my frustration with Cosette’s ending stems from her complete lack of awareness about her own past. Cosette was so ignorant about her own childhood that she didn’t even know Fantine’s name until Valjean was on his deathbed. She repeatedly asked him about her mother during her childhood, but Valjean was so overcome with guilt that he couldn’t bear to tell her anything. And of course, I deeply empathize with Valjean’s shame about the unintentional role he played in Fantine’s life and death, but Cosette absolutely had the right to know about her mother and her childhood in Montfermeil. But like you said, neither of them ever learned how to communicate with each other and Hugo is very much aware of that.

Marius

Where I get frustrated with Hugo is the section where he asks the reader not to blame Marius for wanting to protect Cosette and not to blame Cosette for instinctively obeying Marius’s will (“Let us not blame these poor children.”) Marius is her partner, not her parent. You don’t share secrets with your father-in-law before you share them with your wife. Should Valjean’s past have come from Marius? Probably not, but if he had no right to tell her l that, then he certainly had no right to insert aggressively himself into their relationship without consulting Cosette first. To passive-aggressively push Valjean out of Cosette’s life with absolutely no input from her is downright cruel.

As to Marius preserving Cosette’s image of Valjean right before he dies, Valjean wasn’t about to die anytime soon before Marius separated him from Cosette. He was healthy and wanted to continue visiting Cosette, even as he distanced himself from her new life. Valjean lost his will to live because Marius took it upon himself to decide what their relationship should look like based on his own personal trauma. This makes Marius a very human character, but I don’t think his desire to protect Cosette justifies him trying to control the deepest relationship she has outside of him (because he thinks he knows how to best protect her).

Hugo was right that Marius was doing what he thought was right, but he simultaneously glossed over how disrespectful that was to Cosette (even if that wasn’t Marius’s intention).

Cosette

As you said, Cosette would likely understand why her father and husband acted as they did, even if it unintentionally hurt her. However, I find it hard to believe that there wouldn’t be at least a bit of resentment built up once she understood the full scope of what had been hidden from her, regardless of their intentions.

In any case, your analysis of both Valjean and Marius’s actions was super insightful and made me want to go back and reread that whole section.

cosette’s “happy ending” is bullshit and she deserves a handwritten apology from victor hugo himself for excusing how marius indirectly led to her father’s death because both her father and husband insisted on treating her like a helpless little girl instead of telling her the truth about HER OWN PAST. HER OWN FAMILY. HER OWN TRAUMA.

I love valjean. I don’t (always) hate marius. they are complex characters and products of their time. but dear god. justice for cosette.

[buttercupbuck]

im aware im not necessarily saying anything that hasn’t already been said, but i just...the writers taking us from buck being so happy and almost proud about not being a guest in eddie’s house and feeling so at home there to then placing him on the threshold of the diaz home after the shooting and the revelation about the will (even after an entire episode where we see him otherwise stepping into the diaz home and into the role that came with, but still only sleeping on the couch and never going into eddie’s room, and feeling so close to everything he wants but also maybe telling himself that it’s not his to have, not unless the worst thing happens).....taking us from buck not understanding why he had to bring cookies to eddie’s house when he’s not a guest to having eddie putting on an act around both buck and taylor and treating them like guests in his house (cooking a nice meal, baking a whole plate of decorated cupcakes and arranging them just so).....all for that to fail him spectacularly when he feels unsafe and scared and needs buck there, in his room......buck going from being on the outside looking in and knowing something’s wrong with eddie but not being allowed to help in any meaningful way to being let into eddie’s literal room, where eddie is sat on the floor gripping a baseball bat and sobbing, eddie’s room where we’ve never seen buck before...buck being allowed into eddie’s heart and his fears and everything he tries to so hard to hide from everyone including himself in this new and terrifying show of intimacy, after months of intentional and unintentional distance between them....carla telling eddie to follow his heart and a sniper shooting him down in the middle of the street and both of those things being so interconnected and subsequently repressed by eddie...and now his path to healing being so tied up in buck...in his room....i’m going insane

[misswritress]

Home

When your long-distance boyfriend surprises you

bokuto x reader

Fluff!!

Bokuto rang the doorbell to your shared apartment with a smile. He felt excitement flood his veins. When his coach had announced a 3 long week break from practice, he immediately booked the closest flight to you. You didn’t know that he flew out to see you or that he even had a break. He kept it a secret, which was extremely hard with the fact that he could almost never keep anything from you.

A minute passed by before the door flew open, revealing you, his beloved girlfriend.

“Kou!” Joy and surprise were evident on your face. Almost immediately, you threw yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Bokuto fumbles backwards a bit but quickly finds his stepping. He drops his duffel bags and hugs you back with the same exact fervor. God, he missed you so much.

“Kou, you’re here.” Your voice was muffled from his neck. You pull away to cup his face in both hands.

Bokuto leans into your hands. Oh, how he missed your warmth. “As much as I missed you, we need to go inside. Our neighbors might be distrubed.” You giggled. Butterflies flutter inside his stomach. He missed your laugh. It always turned him into a puddle.

For a moment, he lets you go to pick up his bags from the floor. He enters your shared apartment, it almost looked just as the same as when he left to travel. As soon as the door closes, Bokuto picks you up in his arms once more. You let out a squeak, before wrapping your arms around your athlete.

He guides you both to the couch where he places you on his lap, caressing your cheek. “Let me look at you. I missed home.” You blushed at his words. You lean in and kiss him. The kiss was slow and sensual, pouring all of your emotions at that moment.

Bokuto feels your hands intertwine and tug on his silver hair. He smiled, he missed the way you would always tug on his hair every time you both kissed. He missed your habits. His arms pull you in closer, as to not have any distance between your bodies. His hands roam around, one on the small of your back, and the other on your waist.

"Welcome home, Kou." You murmured.

Bokuto didn't notice until now but a familiar black and white uniform with the number 4 etched on the front and back hung on your form.

"Is that my old Fukurodani uniform?"

"Yes." You replied, "I missed you."

Bokuto felt his heart bursting. You were just too much of a cutie — not that he was complaining. He pulled you to a tight hug, pink hue dusting his cheeks.

"Oh my baby is just too cute! I love you, Y/N." He pulls away before decorating your face and neck with thousands of kisses. Giggles erupted in the room as he continued his attack of kisses.

“How long are you staying?”

“3 weeks.” Bokuto mumbled between kisses. You cup his face and gently lift him from your skin. “Really?”

Bokuto beamed, “Really. I’m all yours for 3 weeks.” A massive beautiful smile appeared on your face. You both stay like that, staring into each other’s eyes. Bokuto loved getting lost in your doe-like eyes, he loved everything you do to him, intentional or unintentional. He quickly notices your eyes shimmer with tears, and suddenly worry fills his veins.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He wipes a tear that escapes your eye, rubbing small circles on your lower back. You shake your head, blinking the tears away.

“It’s just that I’ve missed you so much.” Bokuto felt his heart break a little, he hated seeing his baby cry. "Can we just stay like this for a while?”

Bokuto smiled, and nodded. He leans his forehead to yours, placing a kiss on your nose before rubbing it gently with his own.

“Like I said, I’m all yours for 3 weeks.” Your boyfriend hummed.

[jaeminscoffee]

Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape​

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on. 

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing. 

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin. 

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college. 

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction. 

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch. 

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do. 

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held. 

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going"  he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking. 

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again. 

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around. 

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best. 

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?" 

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-" 

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you.  Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright. 

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love? 

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips. 

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire. 

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?" 

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy. 

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course. 

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers. 

"J-Jaemin..," 

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core, 

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle, 

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud. 

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time. 

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. " 

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, " 

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient. 

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done. 

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-" 

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work. 

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer. 

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air. 

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it, 

"Anything for my babygirl"