#once I'm back from groceries uwu

[reginrokkr]

Today, in Lyria's delulu state: Still thinking about the striking resemblances between the Unknown God and Dain, the deliberation between different color palettes but not so different when looking at the stellar cape. Gnostic Chorus story be right back in full swing with the sibs being actually them, mayhaps Asmoday being the Shade of Space / Void and Dain having the stars / black holy imagery attached to him—

[from-izzy]

show you the stars | the boyz kim sunwoo

“Why's my girl misbehaving today, hm? Shouldn’t you be nice to the birthday boy?”

pairing » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader

trope/au » friends to lovers, (or should i say...) 'friends' to lovers, situationship (?), non-idol au!

genre »​ very suggestive!! (as compared to my other one), it's kinda fluffy uwu (everyone act surprised), a dash of angst, dom!sunwoo at times, sub!sunwoo at other times, kim sunwoo being whipped and sweet for you, but he's also flustered, he's flirting with you, reader is a bit of a tease and is confident, you're also flustered at times, sunwoo loves you and you love him (again, act surprised), finding love and comfort in each other after past relationships, kim sunwoo who just wants to be close to you

word count, estimated reading time » 5041, ~18 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » very suggestive!!, dom! and sub!sunwoo, mentions of unhealthy past relationships, a ton of kissing, making out, marking (teeth and kiss marks; reader receiving), pet names (baby boy, baby girl), reader licks cream off sunwoo, sunwoo licking cream off reader's neck and collarbones, sunwoo is physically bigger and taller, reader has medium to long hair, HIGHLY suggestive at the end, rapid proofread once

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happy birthday to (one of) the loml 🥰

uhm...

yeah...

so!...yeah...

i'm just gonna go...

The delightful aroma of your hard work fills the volume of Sunwoo’s apartment easily. You've been chopping, stirring and sizzling ingredients for the last two hours, excited for the first birthday that you'll spend together with him.

To elaborate on your relationship with Sunwoo, you're ‘friends’. The explanation would give most people deadpanned looks, accompanied by the raised eyebrows that would follow. Otherwise, others would only facepalm at the stupidity that you both seem to obviously share. Anyone could tell that with the way that you both would drop any conversation that you're in or literally drop the paper cup in your hand whenever the other comes into even slightly just their peripheral vision, that you're more than the label that you both have decided to nonverbally settle for now.

Like your best friend from diapers would say, there's no way those kisses on the forehead, trailing down side to side across your eyelids, back medially down the slope of your nose, along the underside of your jawline, were things that ‘friends’ do. Not with the way that Sunwoo would subtly slide his palm down from the comfort of your back to cup one of your bottom cheeks, smirking when he feels the heat radiating from your cheeks.

And for you? You can't help but feel the disappointment in your chest whenever he passes the quiet but rapid breathing of your lips, whenever he bypasses that sensitive spot on your neck, sometimes whispering compliments to the shell of your eyes with that husky, low voice of well, that’s just how it is at the current moment.

Friends don’t look at each other’s orbs and are so immersed that they say “I miss you” in the most dewy, honey-dripping voice. In public where they're most disciplined, they don't hold each other’s hands while walking, a thumb smoothing over the other when they’re just walking along the empty night street or the aisle of the grocery store.

Friends don't give each other their spare apartment keys or sweep them off their feet as soon as the front door opens, distracting their worries and other thoughts by locking lips with each other. You would never let any of your other friends carry you in their arms and pull the same blanket that they will use through the night over your body. In the same way, you would never snuggle to the warmth of the person next to you, kissing them a sweet “good night” and “thank you”, the other person reciprocating those feelings.

But knowing the manipulation and tears from your past relationship, none of you could bear to address the looming label that others already gave you both. Sunwoo is too scared to ask too, going through a similar situation in his past relationship. Through the healing of the break-up that you both had in your respective lives, came the comfort that the other’s lips would give, and you both would chase that feeling from each other over and over again.

You're okay with how things are now. You respect him and you don’t want to push him or the title that you personally want to have with him. For now, you decide that actions will speak louder than words and when the right time comes, you both will address it without the influence of the outside world.

Today is just one of those days that you use your spare key to access Sunwoo’s kitchen for a little feast. The dining table is decorated with a vase of roses in the middle, and you constantly hop between the stove and the furniture to make sure everything looks presentable. The light dimming system of his house is perfect for the shooting star projector that you aim towards a blank wall. You're satisfied with all the preparation for all the main meals, making sure that the moment he walks in through the door, you can cook and plate it up swiftly while it’s still freshly pipping hot.

“Oh gosh,” proud of your efforts with the vanilla whipped cream for his cake. “I'm a genius,” you sang variations of the phrase to yourself.

Curse your horrible time management skills because the clock in front of you only reminds you that you have little time until the main key is used on the front door. The sponge cake is assembled quickly, with a thin layer of crumb coating and minimal cooling before you spread the second batch of the cream for the outer layer, topping the chocolate and strawberries afterwards.

You step back to admire your work, making sure the fruit is on the perfect slope and that the chocolate bar next to it complements the negative space around the centrepiece. Your hand under the cake was about to slip when you heard the keys rattling from outside and you swore the fridge door hated you by how you had a hard time opening it.

On the other hand, Sunwoo could smell your home-cooked meal a few doors down the hallway. His stomach only grumbles in anticipation but his heart was jumping at the thought of you greeting him behind the door. The smile on his face grew, his overgrown bangs tickling his eyelids with his rushed footsteps towards the door. The sweet scent of your perfume is what he manages to pick up first, and he doesn’t regret how he ditched work with the expectation that you would spend today’s occasion with him.

“I'm home.” Something that he has always loved to say, hating the lack of light in his house after a long day at work. His fingers were about to switch the light on but your shout stops him halfway.

Your body crashed against his before he could comprehend anything. Sunwoo groans a little at how his back hits the door behind him but his palms settle on your hips lovingly. Your arms are wrapped around his middle, face hidden to his chest, nose inhaling your favourite cologne. A deep chuckling answers your small apology, his fingers raised to tug at the hair tie around your ponytail. The elastic now wraps around his wrist as he savours the scent of your perfume and shampoo. The way Sunwoo messaged your scalp left you with goosebumps, his other hand untucking his tight shirt that you stole from your skirt so that the pad of his thumb could feel your skin better.

“Happy birthday, baby boy,” exhaling at the gentle swipes of his thumb on your waist.

“Thank you, baby girl,” trailing kisses from the top of your head to the side of your head. You tried to escape from the ticklish feeling but he kept his hold firm, keeping your lower bodies flush against each other, “Where do you think you're going?”

You giggle at his lips down the side of your face, his breaths reaching the crook of your neck as he takes comfort there. It's only now that you realise the fabric of his material, is no longer the white collared polyester. Your heated cheeks brushed against the metal around his neck and Sunwoo could feel the start of your complaints from your deep inhale.

So he closes the gap and kisses you to quiet you down.

He ignores the little muted surprised sound from you, pulling away only slightly to smirk at you before diving in deeper. His palm grips on the curve of your waist, keeping you in control. He whispers for you to pull him closer by the neck and he knows the roll of your eyes isn't an indication of annoyance. Your lips danced between his, a hand over his nape to pull him down, your other palm cupping his cheek as you tried to control his hunger for you.

“Sunwoo,” slightly out of breath, “what are you wearing?”

As if he didn't see the deadpanned look on your face when he decides to give your poor lungs a break, he leisurely answers, “This is the suit and tie of someone who decided to leave the desk early,” fingers hooking around the metal chain around his neck whilst simultaneously peering down at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, “so that he could look hot for his birthday and his girl.”

You couldn't deny that. Shamelessly, you let your eyes roam over the somewhat tight shirt that he has. His pectoral muscles are defined with the grey stretchy fabric and the silver accessory around him only made him all the more irresistible. Kim Sunwoo knows how to make you swoon, styling his hair lazily with his strands covering his field of view.

Sunwoo makes it known that your stare is invited, loving the attention that his special day gets him. You're looking at him so delicately that his smug confidence falters into a softer look. His lips form a straight line but the moment your eyes meet his, there’s this growing warmth that spreads throughout his chest, an emotion that spreads to you.

“Let's go eat?” With an affirmative hum and a quick peck, Sunwoo lets your body go and links a hand with yours, letting you guide him deeper into his house.

As soon as his eyes take a glance at your work, he's momentarily still. Actually, the whole idea stemmed from that time when you and Sunwoo watched a movie where the main characters wished upon the shooting stars. When you asked Sunwoo if he believed that stars held the power to grant wishes, he just smiled, clasps his hands together and shuts his eyes. The way that Sunwoo’s eyes glimmer at the projection back to you tells you that the moment wasn’t only special to you. He's always found the idea to be a bit innocent, unlike his relationship with you but the fact that you kept it in mind, and how his grip on your hand only tightens, tells everyone that Kim Sunwoo is ready for more.

He daydreams regularly kissing you awake, and how you're the last voice he would hear before falling asleep. How you'll greet him when he opens the door and kisses all over his face. How he’ll be able to spend his money spoiling you instead of only spending it on himself. How you’ll be his number one and how you’ll be his. These thoughts have roamed his head for a very long time and he used to keep it in, hiding it for the sake of not ruining whatever you two have already right now.

But with the way that you would kiss his nape as a greeting whenever he would be sitting down in front of you, or the way you would sit down on his lap and crane his neck up to meet his lips with yours. How the heated sessions would only flare up more when he sneaks his fingers around the band of your bra, and the whole intimacy that you show each other—Kim Sunwoo is undoubtedly in love with you.

Besides the intimacy, it’s the things you do for him. Namely, it’s the view of his house right now and the welcoming scent of his favourite food that you prepared for him. It’s even more precious to Sunwoo as he knows that you do this even when it isn’t a special day. You have done this whenever he would hint how much he misses you and you would show up to mend his tired heart every time. It’s not just the kisses and skin on skin. If you stopped guiding him to his designated chair and looked back at him right now, you would see that lovesick look on his face.

Sunwoo offers to clean up the space whilst you’re cooking but you quickly refuse, saying that he should take a rest, even if it’s for a while. After a few tries, Sunwoo finally listens to you, sitting down where you want him to. He takes this time to admire your decorations, snapping electronic memories of his surroundings and taking extra shots of the wall that seem so much more inviting with the video of falling lights.

His eyes are stuck there, entranced by the view. You see from across the room how he readjusts his position and closes his eyes. Your heart swells with that, keeping the view of his head down slightly as he mouths inaudible words to the stars you projected. When he opened his eyes, you diverted back to dinner, happiness evident on your face at how he appreciated your work.

While you focused on the pan, Sunwoo found a couple of metres gap between you cooking and him sitting on the dining table too far away. So, he took a seat from the kitchen island that separated you two. Soon enough, you pout at the return of the multiple camera sounds behind you, this time louder and clearer. You leave the stove, walking over and leaning over the island to snatch his phone away and Sunwoo mirrored the playful smile on your face.

“Behave,” he knew it worked like a charm when he saw you flustered. Your outreached wrist from your attempt only gets caught up with his and Sunwoo draws you in closer while he leans in to meet you in the middle.

The dim lights overhead set the mood more as they angle the shadows and highlight all the kissable parts of your face and Sunwoo swears he could kiss you all night. You watch the gulp down his throat and his stern eyes drifting to the knobs of the stovetop to turn off the fire. Kim Sunwoo is no longer playful like a minute ago. You’ll admit that he sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach but it didn’t stop the tugging on the corner of your lips. Sunwoo’s eyes widened when you decided to turn off the fire but never went back to him. He lets out an amused scoff at the way you cross your arms over your chest, leaning your back on the free tablespace next to the stove.

His eyes narrow at you, a tongue poking his inner cheek at your sudden surge of confidence, “Now,” you watch him turning his body sideways, walking to the opposite side of the island where you were before. He stays silent for a bit longer, letting you know that a question is coming; and that he wants answers to it. Copying your gesture, Sunwoo leans on the island, observing you closely, “Why's my girl misbehaving today, hm? Shouldn’t you be nice to the birthday boy?”

“You really want me to be ‘nice’?” You shake your head, finding the statement amusing, “You love it when I play with you like this. What's life without a bit of misbehaviour?”

The boy couldn’t even get a word out when you suddenly took a big step towards him. Your palms rest on the edge of the marbled top, caging his figure. You purposely lean into his chest, eyelashes subtly fluttering underneath the still yellow lamp from above. There was no longer a chance that Sunwoo could think straight anymore. Not with the way that just like before, you cradled the underside of his jawline.

However, your hold on him this time is different. It didn’t feel like you were going to pull him and have your kiss marks all over his skin like the way he would never refuse to when you asked. The confused lines between his eyebrows only deepen more when you just keep staring at him with a dazed look in his confused orbs but it’s then that he sees a glimmer of hope for the relationship that you both could share.

It may have been the light or it may have been the reflection of his own eyes or—and this is what he hopes—it’s the glimmer and stars in your eyes that you hold as you look at him at the moment. Sunwoo tries his best to understand your unspoken feelings but his train of thought is cut short when he registers the dollop of coolness on the left side of his jawline.

His breath hitches in his throat when your right hand hooks around his necklace and you latch your lips around the cream on his face. Your tongue swipes the food off his skin, alternating between kitten licks and long swipes. Your left-hand swipes the wall of the metal bowl behind him, trailing down a path that you would soon wipe clean. Sunwoo shudders, his light moan hitting your ear and his little whiny begs encourage you to keep going.

Your breath hitting his skin would normally rile him to put you in your place but all he could do with his lower back digging against the edge of the table is to clench his hands onto your mid-outer thighs to stabilise himself.

“God…” Sunwoo calls out when he opens his eyes to meet your daring ones. “You're so beautiful.”

“Enjoying this?” And he responds with a harsher grip, hands raising and starting to lift your skirt to your upper thighs.

The coolness of the cream, followed by your light alternations of sucking and kissing on his skin, and the way the air cools the area after is perfect and Sunwoo’s head tilts back in satisfaction. Too bad you wouldn't let him because you finished trailing his jawline, stealing a kiss straight to his subtle, hungry lips. The taste of vanilla and the pressure of your lips makes his head light and the room seems like it's spinning. But now, it's his turn and you know it with the way he pushes you away with all the strength he has left in him. He bends down to wrap his arm around your mid-thigh that has crescents of his nail on your skin and he sits you on the countertop and slots himself between your knees.

Sunwoo’s eyes are darker than the night outside but it doesn't fear you at all. You're now the one caged between him but unlike Sunwoo, you knew you didn't have any strength to push him away--nor did you want to. You bite your lower lips when he starts tugging your left sleeve down your shoulder to have more area to work with.

“My turn, baby girl,” metal against marble is heard next to you and Sunwoo uses his pointer and middle fingers to scoop the sweet white.

A smirk comes up his face when you grow visibly weaker for him, your posture faltering underneath his dominating presence. Sunwoo held your chin between his thumb and ring finger and applied a thin layer between your open mouth.

“Take a deep breath for me.” And you did so almost immediately.

You soon find out that a deep breath is needed as Sunwoo not only takes your breath away by covering your mouth with his own but that he multitasks to smear the food all over your neck and collarbone area. Unlike you who preferred things to be more uniform and clean, Sunwoo loves how you squirm and whimper under him with multiple senses. His fingers traced the horizontal line of your collarbones first before he came up and around the side and front of your neck less uniformly; he’s getting impatient now. You soon found out that the skin he exposed earlier wasn’t so that he could have a reason to place his tongue there, he’s just hungry for more of you, wanting to feel every part of you, just like how his tongue pushes against yours.

You find his little huffs of annoyance endearing as he mumbles about how the lack of oxygen has him pulling away from him showing his love. In reality, it was just a few seconds, but every second without you felt like a lifetime to him. He cleans the last bit of cream on his pants and he finally detaches his lips from you.

Sunwoo straightens his posture, looming dominance over your wrecked mind and half-lidded eyes. A hanging weak string of saliva still connects you both in the air for a minute and his right hand wraps around your left forearm in place. You didn’t mind his sticky fingers that started to brush the strands of your hair from the top of your nape. It’s a lovely feeling from the adrenaline he gives you but he raises your heartbeat once more when he plays with the wind to your ears, “Tasting lovely, baby girl.”

Nothing else is said as his lips dive into the sweet trail that he made for himself. Your body reacts to the sudden warmth by pulling away, but his hold on your shoulder reminds you of your place to stay where you are. The same hand reaches to drip on his elbow for mind stabilisation but your free one pushes against the broad of his back. Your legs hook around the back of his thighs to feel him indefinitely closer. It seems like the boy has learnt quickly, especially when it’s from you because just like the way you made him see the stars on the ceiling, he made you see it but with more intensity and brightness.

Sunwoo loves unpredictability over anything, even though he appreciates how you value the opposite. One of the reasons he appreciates it is because he knows what to anticipate next whenever you both feel each other, and he loves the building climax. But you, who is receiving his unpredictableness, can only curse him out whenever he tries something new on the body that he has come to be familiar with. The thrill of your groans and whines makes him feel in control and just like any other time, Sunwoo didn’t hesitate to plant something new on the curve of your neck. You sharply gasp at the way his teeth very lightly plunged into you but whimper louder at how he hollows his cheek on the area. From the corner of your eyes, you see the vein of his neck start to appear with his actions.

“You’re right.” He pulls away slightly to admire a part of him on you before diving again to properly clean your skin. “I do love you like this.”

Your lips are trembling in pleasure too much to string in proper words so you only whine to his acknowledgement. When one side of your neck is clean, he doesn’t bother keeping his touch to himself, briefly swiping anything that he can get on the way to the other side of your neck. Kim Sunwoo drives you crazy and your legs around his body tighten for another attempt to stabilise yourself.

Your jaw slacks when he bites again, this time just a tiny bit stronger as a response to your lower body. He lets you drop your head back, hand still on your nape so that he has control over the area he’s marking and maximises the pleasure that he can give. The tip of his tongue starts to alternate between the sucking and long stripes that you did to him. A satisfied chuckle hits a sensitive part around your collarbone area when Sunwoo feels his shirt further define his pectoral as you clench his fabric in your fist.

Ragged breaths along with a mixture of wet kisses are all that’s bouncing between the four walls—flushed bodies and heated skin press against the two who are afraid to love again. You’re aware of his heart pounding against his chest, knocking on yours to let him in. The closer he travels down to your chest, you’re afraid that he will feel the pounding, afraid that your hidden desires may show through and be overwhelming for him. The meaning behind your clench changes in time and your skin is now littered with a different colour because of his actions. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling and stepping back to admire his work.

Your chest raises rapidly to account for the lost air, taking advantage of the space now that he’s pulled away. Sunwoo couldn’t help the small chuckle at your pout and he wipes them away by granting you another kiss, palms resting on the edge of the table, trapping you once more. Your noses comically bumped into each other, still lightheaded from before but you enjoy the atmosphere that would always come along after the intensity you poured out to each other. Your legs relax between his figure and both your hands delicately cradle his cheeks.

The realisation strikes again: all you want is him.

Him and everything of him.

The thought of him kissing someone else churns your stomach and makes you green, even though he’s not yours. You didn’t want anyone else cupping his cheek the way you do, and you didn’t want to see anyone else next to you when you opened your eyelids to the song of the morning birds. You want to be greeted by his chest or hairline when he needed comfort the night before. You want his “I love you”s and “I’ll miss you”s even if one of you is just going to another room in the building. You want to be the person that he can always lean on for whatever and whenever. You want him to be the person that you can cry ugly to. The wishes filled your body as you wished he would kiss you like this forever with or without the title that you would love to establish.

You feel the clenching of your heart when you open your eyes with the final pull of the remnants of vanilla, greeted with the shimmering orbs that you’ve fallen in love with. Your eyes are stuck onto the smile lines around his face and he’s entranced with every single part of you, staring at you with the honey dripping from his eyes. The smile you offer him is bashful and slightly tense. Of course, he caught up to that, humming at the sight of your pretty head filled with worries. His thumb glazes upon the apple of your cheeks and you wish he didn’t just so that you could save yourself from heartbreak.

Kim Sunwoo makes you believe that love is worth it; that you’re worth it.

You wish you were more confident to tell him that.

Sunwoo leans his forehead onto yours, eyes planted on your downcasted gaze, “Hey, can I tell you what I wished for at the shooting stars?” and you could only hum back, refusing to look at him. “Can you let me be the only person to touch, hold and kiss you like that?” There was a moment of silence as Sunwoo let you register his words. When it does click, your eyes shoot up to his. A nervous chuckle is what he offers you but he doesn’t plan to take his words back. “It’s okay if you’re not ready. I’ll wait for you. But,” he swallows the anxiety down his throat, letting his face roam around your slightly confused face, “I can't stand the thought of someone else littering kisses all over you other than me.”

It’s genuine.

Kim Sunwoo’s eyes are different than any of the eyes that you once put your trust in.

It’s obvious.

“Jealous?” It was supposed to be more striking and playful but it turned out to be more tiring and insecure.

Again, he caught up to it and decided to carry on the narrative of your words with a careful tone, “You’d be fine with other girls running their tongues all over my face?”

The mention of your past actions started the multiple offences to his chest and the poor boy loves the flustered look on your face, complaints flying out of your mouth. In this moment when you both indulge in the comfortable relationship that you share, your posture relaxes and your hands rest on your laps. Shortly, Sunwoo joins his own there, fingers intertwining between yours and just like how he soothes the heaviness that you hold internally, his thumbs swipe across the back of your hand.

“If you do, I won’t let you off easily, Kim Sunwoo.”

You hope that he realises the real implication behind the words. Sunwoo’s brain buffered a little bit but soon enough, the straight line shape of his lips raised into something more. Along with it, his naturally mischievous personality also raised his eyebrows. “That’s my girl.”

You couldn’t help the giggle at how his face flushed red after, bashful at the effect you had on him. Your fingers brush along the ends of his hair that seems to get in the way of his eyes.

“You should cut them or something.”

“I look hot like this though.”

“You always look hot.”

And there comes little shy Kim Sunwoo once more.

“I-Instead of flirting with me, why don't you grant my other wish instead?”

“Oh yeah?” You lean back on the table, hands behind you for support, “I granted you your wish, shouldn’t you grant mine first before you ask for another one?”

“How about I grant them both at the same time?”

“You don’t even know what I want.”

True.

As much as Kim Sunwoo has been paying attention to you, you’ve always been the girl to never fully express what they want despite the encouragement from your loved ones that they will always stand beside you no matter what. An idea brews in his head when you lean back and he catches the glimpse of the white rays shooting out from the sky behind you. You know with the way that his tongue swipes along his bottom lip, mouth slightly agape that he’s up to no good.

His hand leaves the marble you’re on, drawing closer to the side of your thigh to your waist. Innocently, he displays his big, round eyes to you and his actions contradict them heavily. A few of his fingers slip past not only the waistband of your skirt but also the fabric underneath it. You thought he would stop his ministrations there but his other hand traces the same path on the other side of your body, this time however even though his hand did not go under the underband, the clip behind clicks open.

“You can’t wish for anything until I show you the stars."

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I love seeing actual pro life accounts call out and go after americans because they can such hypocrites. Saying to us how much they believe in protecting unborn babies and the sanctity of life but will yell scream and protest against gun control when they have their regular school shootings. Like your babies aren’t safe once out the womb, they’re getting killed in their schools, grocery stores, movie theaters and malls. But they’d rather protect gunmen over their innocent babies.

Give it a few years and we will read something like how Americans are shooting nursery wards and delivery rooms. But the American pro lifers will turn their blind eye again because muh guns

I think our voice as non American needs to be heard🩵🩵 Tumblr is a mostly USAmerican platform so our iconoclast outlook is more than relevant than ever

It's so funny when I interact with pro gun Christian USAmerican who are so used to use their amendments, "castle law" or "natural right" charade to back up their stance, they completely lose touch when they face someone like me (not American) who's absolutely unfamiliar with those concepts.

I'm french and you won't see me trying to explain how actually abortion is compatible to Christianism through the lense of the Declaration of the Human Rights (a french creation, which is btw infinitely more relevant internationally than American amendements no one cares or knows about). ...That's how demented USAmerican sound like when they try to defend the idea that gun violence is compatible with Christianism through the lense of their law/amendments

God doesn't make special treatment; He wouldn't allow USAmerican Christians to kill while every other can't.

The mental gymnastics of pro gun anti abortion Christian is also pretty funny to witness. They'll cope saying "hMuMmmm b-but we don't want to kill people uwu" yeaah so tell me why you guys are advocating to make the most lethal weapons (firearms) available for all? If the point wasn't to kill, yall would be campaigning for teaser or pepper spray. Get real.

And you're absolutely with their hypocrisy children. Look at Sandy Hook. Look how hard conservatives tried to silence us saying it was "too early" to talk about the gun problem and that we were weaponizing this tragedy (when they had no problem doing the same when a trans person attacked a Christian school 🤡); it got so bad they had to make up an entire tinfoil theory arguing that aKtcHualLy no children was dead.... Liberals are absolutely right to drag them for caring about life only when it comes to fetus and not living breathing school-attending children....

Their logic is precisely the same as abortionists : the system is flawed and hurt people....? we have to throw it away altogether instead of....you know, finding solutions to fix it.

ABORTIONISTS : "abortion is the only solution to deal with pregnancy issues!! there's no point in trying to improve the social system & healthcare so no woman feels compelled to resort to abortion"

PRO GUN: "MORE guns are the only solution against mass shooting There's no point in investing in decent system of police officer training & social prevention so that we reduce at a minimum gun violence"

Both statements are as equally deranged. Why couldn't we find solutions upstream who wouldn't involve death or physical harm?

And it doesn't help they have this obsession with acting like the government is the enemy™️ and that nothing remotely positive should be expected from it...

The fact that they think the average Joe will do better than the average policeman is painfully naive. There's a reason protecting people is a whole job. They act like once every citizen is carrying a gun, there will suddenly be the pax Americana and all the psycho who are most likely going to snap will be stopped by a good samaritan crossing over the way.... When statistically speaking, more guns around will expose more mentally unwell people to using them. Isn't there a whole epidemic of mental illness in the USA? oh my bad, it's only a problem when trans people do a mass shooting and that conservatives suddenly care about actually not putting guns into anyone's hand 🙃

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OP my dad was a dentist and I worked in his office so I've picked up a bunch of advice. Hopefully some of this will be useful in speed running teeth brushing.

If you only ever have energy for one, flossing gets more done than brushing. If brushing is intolerable but flossing isn't so bad, you should honestly be pretty good just flossing. Get floss that looks like flat ribbons rather than string.

Corollary to the above but if you're not used to flossing and you start it is totally normal for it to hurt and you may bleed. I know, not what anyone wants to hear. Without attention your gums can become inflamed from existing debris even if they don't look it. Your gums will get with the picture. (I have this problem because I am bad at flossing. I just take a tylenol if it's really a bother)

If a bristled toothbrush sucks, you can literally use your finger. Apply toothpaste to the tip of your finger like normal and rub back and forth. Make sure you also rub your gums. This is actually the most important cleansing step. Your gums are the couch cushions bacteria hide behind. If this is just a different kind of sensory hell, eat a carrot or something else hard and crunchy. I'm not joking about this. As you chew, carrot pieces can scrape off large debris. That's how our teeth got cleaned before high sugar diets threw plaque bacteria into overdrive but I'm digressing.

Plaque (think of it like cement poop bacteria on your teeth leave- this is what brushing is attempting to prevent) forms after 24 hours. The reason twice a day is recommended is so you can head it off at both ends of the day. But technically once a day is good enough. But really as often as you are comfortable is good. If you are starting from 0, please, please don't stress out about frequency. Make it something tolerable, if not pleasant, and work up to once a day from there.

Ask for fluoride tooth paste. Depending on the office, you may need a prescription but if you call a dentist's office there's a good chance they'll sell it to you directly. Most grocery store toothpastes are made of a a whitener and an abrasive. Both of these can sting like hell if you are sensitive. (I always just thought tooth brushing literally burned until I figured this out). They can also contain SLS (sodium lauryl sulfate) which people can be specifically reactive to. It can even cause chronic canker sores. You don't need a whitener (white teeth aren't actually an indicator of tooth health) and there are much more gentle abrasives. Enter the fluoride toothpaste. If your enamel, the protective outer coating of your teeth, is a brick wall, fluoride replaces bricks to repair holes. This is incredibly important. It is very mild and comes in a range of flavors. It's also not gritty at all.

I am sorry I wrote my bullet points as paragraphs. I find that understanding why something happens makes it easier to find something that works for yourself than if I just told you 'Brush once every 24 hours uwu' I hope something in here is helpful!

I have trouble taking care of my teeth because everything that involves doing that is a sensory nightmare. I decide to do some research to see if there's anything I can do about this. The results?

"How to make your autistic child brush their teeth"

"Autistic Children and Sensory issues relating to tooth brushing"

"How to get your little shit to brush his fucking teeth"

Like, yeah Google, thanks, that really helps. And like, even if I was a child, some of the advice seemed... unhelpful. Like, doing a dance and singing a song while brushing your teeth? Even for a kid, I don't think that would help distract from a sensory experience as intense as brushing your teeth. Like, the extremely intense and unpleasant flavor, the intense feeling of the brush against your teeth scraping across it, even mouthwash has such an intense and disgusting flavor that I have difficulty keeping it in my mouth for more than a few seconds. I wish there was SOMETHING that could be done.

[fairyofjaeyun]

l m h ➳ oh, canada ☾

[23:14] now playing: uwu - doja cat

[warning] mommy kink, spanking, brief somnophilia (doing sexual acts to someone who is sleeping), fingering (m receiving), thigh riding (m), pegging, punishment, overstimulation, boyfriend au (ft. jaehyun)

2nd person // 2.6k words

[a/n] here’s some fluffy sub!mark smut for you all because fluffy sub!mark smut is top tier

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"babe." you shook him gently, not wanting to startle him. no reaction. "baby boy." just a small groan and brief shuffling, but his lids still remained closed. despite the nearly noon sunshine pouring onto his face, making his skin glow and twinkle beneath its warm rays.

you shook your head, smiling. you were left no choice. you stretched your arm beneath the covers to cup his limp dick. that caused some movement and another cute groan, louder than the last. you rubbed your pointer finger along the base, feeling it throb ever so slightly, making his eyes flutter wide open. "m-mommy?"

you chuckle and pat his head, moving his tangled hair from his eyes. "hey, sleeping beauty." you chuckled again because if you really looked, he did resemble the poor princess with his blonde hair. he leaned into your touch with a hushed sigh of contentment, the smallest bead of precum staining his briefs. "time to get up, we have a lot to do today."

"hm?" he looked at you through half lidded eyes, confused. you kept rubbing his shaft as you explained the days schedule, "I have to return those jeans and then buy a present for y/f/n, remember?" you poked his puffy cheek as his eyes gradually closed again. "and you're on grocery duty." a soft snore is your answer, not that he was paying attention anyway.

you squeezed his balls gently, only enough for his eyes to pop back open again. "come on, mark." you said more sternly, slowing jerking him off. "a-ah!" he moans, getting more aroused. he props himself onto his elbows as his eyes adjusted. "you up now, mark?" he nods in such a pretty manner, releasing the tiniest noise coming from his throat.

"alright, then get ready." you start heading towards the door, pondering over what makeup look you should try today, when mark stopped you. "wait! you're not gonna finish?" a pout rested on his face. you tapped your chin, looking up at the cheap paint job on your ceiling. "no, I don't think I will." you smirked and closed the door at his groggy expression, hearing an exaggerated sigh once it was shut.

mark was still rubbing his eyes when he stumbled down the stairs, tripping on a step and playing it off with a cute giggle. "how can you still be tired?" you shook your head and then fixed your jean pockets, before throwing him a mini juice box. "we'll get something to eat at the mall, I'll pay."

"Oii~" he exclaims while ripping out the straw from the juice box, and you shake your head at his signature noise. "canadians."

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the first task was complete. you had successfully exchanged your too small jeans and are now looking for the perfect gift for your friend's birthday. usually stuff like this was easy, but somehow you were stumped. you and mark both zigzagged throughout the mall with no luck.

nothing had obtained your interest and mark was getting crabby. "I'm starving~" he whined, dramatically, and dragged his feet, his shoes making a horrible squeaking sound that made you cringe. you checked your phone—you'd been running around for about 2 hours, so mark's complaint was understandable. "okay, come on." you groaned playfully then grabbed his hand, and he instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, an adorable smile on his face.

once you've reached the food court, you felt your stomach rumble. the combined scents of the restaurants nearby—a sushi bar on your right, an italian diner to your left—was heavenly. you had no shame in moaning from the beautiful aroma as your mouth salivated, not thinking of the consequences.

you felt your boyfriend's palms begin to sweat as he adjusts his maple leaf cap. the glance you gave him was way too quick for you to acknowledge the redness of his baby cheeks. "where do you want to eat, babe?" he shrugged his shoulders, even though you couldn't see. "anywhere is fine. I'll always follow your lead." it was completely innocent, but your mind was in need of a detox a long time ago, and you couldn't help feeling tingly.

you sucked in a good breath and said, "alright, seafood it is." and just like he promised, mark followed you into red lobster. the smiling hostess, who looked just as dead inside as lindsay lohan, lead you both to a more secluded booth towards the back corner of the restaurant, handing you your menus and basically grumbled, "enjoy." which made mark chuckle. "wow. that's like me without watermelon."

you roll your eyes, jokingly, and skimmed through the menu. shortly, a tall, dimpled man with deep brown hair stops by your table with a pen and paper in hand. "hi, I'm jaehyun. I'll be your waiter today. can I start you off with drinks?" jaehyun took both your orders with a smile and came back shortly with beverages and biscuits, and mark stuffed his face like he's never seen a crumb in his life.

he barely made it through half of his main dish before groaning and grabbing his belly. "I think I'm pregnant." he looks down at his tummy and rubs it, giggling like he's drunk. "tell that to the waiter, maybe he'll give us a discount." you say sarcastically and mark bursts into laughter, clapping his hands like a seal. you covered your mouth so your shrimp wouldn't fly out. "no more biscuits for you."

his eyes and mouth go wide like a strange emoticon, with a glint of mischief. "are you punishing me?" it was your turn to have big eyes. this wasn't as innocent as his last comment, now he was purposely trying to stir you up. which was so unnatural because he's typically shy about his sex life and likes to keep it private.

you couldn't even get a word in because jaehyun popped out of nowhere with your credit card and a to-go box for mark's massacred lobster. "here you go." jaehyun hands mark his box and he gives him the cutest little thanks. then, jaehyun chuckles lowly, his dimples coming back for sunlight. "I know it's none of my business but," he puts his hands up in defense, making you and mark to stare, cluelessly, wondering where this was going.

the waiter glances between the two of you, his dimples somehow getting even more prominent. "it looks like she really cares for you." he smiles at mark while sliding back your card, and you couldn't help curling your lips, touched by jaehyun's comment.

but mark had to ruin it all, looking you dead in the eye before speaking, "yeah, she's like a mommy to me." you opened your mouth to gasp, but instead it came out as a weird squeak. his sudden boldness had rendered you speechless as he giggled knowingly.

jaehyun did that low laugh again and nudged mark's shoulder. "guess you make her scream a lot?" he joked, trying to initiate some sort of bro moment that painfully backfired. "actually, she makes me scream." mark was forced to laugh awkwardly at the silence that came from both of you, his face beaming another red shade. "have a nice day." jaehyun said so quickly—it took a couple seconds to comprehend—and then bounced with a petrified face.

mark tried again to giggle it off, but stopped when your face had gone from shocked to somewhat furious. "I-I'm sorry I..." he stammered an apology as you stood up and draped your coat around your shoulders. "let's go." he shut his mouth and trailed behind you, forgetting about his lobster.

the ride home was short but felt like an eternity. mark already knew what was coming to him and knew better than to try and wriggle himself out of it. his droopy puppy eyes and pouty lips will get him nowhere today. but, no matter how hard he tries to hide his excitement down there, it never goes unseen. and once you've pulled into the driveway of your shared home, his arousal couldn't be contained.

"don't be too hard on me, mommy." mark said once the door had shut out the rest of the world. you know how sensitive he is, so you weren't planning to go classic dominatrix, anyway. however, this was going to be more than a simple spank on the butt or a denial of his orgasm. "go upstairs and strip for me. then wait for me in front of the bed on your knees with your clothes folded in front of you." his eyes squint at your new request, parting his lips momentarily before just saying, "yes, mommy." knowing he shouldn't backtalk.

you gave him about two minutes to fulfill your request, tidying a few things here and there, before climbing up the stairwell into your bedroom. where mark kneeled naked with his shaky hands covering his junk, his outfit folded in front of him just like you asked, with his hat being the cherry on top. "good boy." you pat his fluffy hair before sinking down to his level. "why couldn't you be good while we were out?" you smirked, hinting that you weren't really mad, but his glassy eyes still shifted. "I'm sorry, mommy."

he did look sorry. his baby face almost persuaded you too drop everything and call it a day. but you didn't want him to believe he could get away with going against your rules. "hands and knees on the bed for me, please." you caressed his cheek, lovingly. he obeyed and you scooped up his clothes and put them away in the closet, fetching your play box while you're there. picking out your most used items.

once you're behind him, you couldn't help but drink the sight of his slim figure arching sinfully for you. he was freshly groomed, not a hair in sight, and his cute cock already made a tiny puddle on the sheets as he waited patiently for your next move. he sucks in a deep breath once he felt your pointer finger glide along the crevice of his ass, his hips searching for more. "stay," you said, firmly, and he stopped instantly, clutching the sheets just a tad tighter.

you enter him slowly, feeling the muscle tense around you as you explored his walls. a little baby whimper already begging you for more as mark struggles to keep himself from grinding into your finger. you place a random slap to his ass, making him jump and give you an opportunity to place a second finger inside.

he gasps from the stretch, and the cold liquid that you squeezed onto your fingers, a few drops flying onto mark's lower back. a lewd squelching noise making its way throughout the room as you jammed your fingers inside of him. "m-mommy!" he cries when you discover the walnut shaped gland, burying his face in the pillow. "oh, fuck!" he fights the urge to touch himself.

you spank his ass a few times, watching him jolt with each hit. each lewd sound being muffled by his self-designated support pillow. "m-mommy... c-can I...?" he trails off, a rich groan cutting in. "can you what, babe?" you stop your movements, leaning over his slim body to see his flushed face already covered by his golden hair. "you want to cum don't you?" you answer for him, massaging his outer rim tenderly.

mark nodded his head readily, responding with a flimsy whimper and those starry, ingenuous eyes flickering towards you. "alright then," you take a seat next him, and seeing his vulnerable position in a different angle fueled your arousal. he peeked over his pillow, his puppy eyes landing on your hands patting your thigh smoothly. "come ride your mommy's thighs."

you can automatically notice the perfect bashful shade creep onto the tip of his ears as your grin could no longer be restrained. "seriously?" he squeaks, jumping from octave to octave, to which you nod. he takes a second to glare at your jean-clad thighs before lifting himself and resting himself in between your leg. you let him adjust before pulling him down for a quick kiss, tasting the savory seasoning that still lingered in his tongue.

with your hands grabbing hold of his narrow hips, you guided him to softly grind his naked cock. he inhaled steadily before repeating his earlier movements, letting out a breathy moan. you hum in approval as he picked up his pace, tightening your grip. "feel good?" you wonder, since he'd never tried this before. "mmhmm!" he whines endearingly before throwing his head back. "it feels amazing."

you let your hands wander down to his ass, groping the flesh before giving it a harsh slap, encouraging him to go faster. mark starts panting as he gets closer to orgasm, wrapping his dainty figure around your shoulders as continued to toy with him. to test his limits, you slipped two fingers inside him and the girlish moan that trembled past his lips was divine. "I-I'm gonna c-cum." he stutters, twisting his hips for the most amount of pleasure. "cum, baby boy." you said, and instantly a silky puddle seeped through your jeans.

slowing his tempo, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, giving it sweet, baby pecks. "what do you say?" you queried, removing your middle and ring finger from his entrance. he gasps from realization, sitting back on his heels to glance at you. "I'm sorry! thank you, mommy." you tsk and shake your head, "that's two rules you've broken. get back to your original position."

without another word, you fetch the strap that you'd tossed beside the bed earlier and slip yourself into it, making sure it's nice and fitted. just as he was ordered, mark arched his back in the same position, seeing the toy out of his peripheral. tongue-in-cheek, he anticipated your cock to stretch his walls with lube dripping down the inner parts of his legs.

to tease, you lightly tap the tip on his hole, admiring the way it clenched. "please~" he begged, softly, slightly swaying his hips. you held them still before informing, "if you make any noise, you won't cum. understand?" mark clears his throat swiftly, "yes, mommy. I understand."

after adding another generous amount of lube, you slowly slip past his entrance, allowing him to prepare for your strokes. he's already nibbling on the inside of his cheeks to contain any sinful noises that will confiscate his orgasm, tightly clutching the sheets. and when you finally snap your hips forward, his eyes shut, barely catching the tiny moan in his throat.

you, on the other hand, showed your arousal shamelessly. "your asshole's so sexy—swallows my cock so well." you murmured, marveling at the cock disappearing inside him with ease. "you may speak now." instantly, he cried out, "thank you, mommy! you feel so good!" his outburst encouraged you to pick up your pace, slamming into him. he drags out a long moan, tears collecting in the corner of his eyes. "f-fuck, mommy, I-I'm going to—" you silenced him by shoving his head into the pillow. "hush, baby."

shutting his lips, his breathe hitched, his dick starting to pulse. he bit the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip as his release ripples through his body. suddenly, he released a huge exhale as cum spews out of his tip, dripping down his shaft, eventually creating a mess in the sheets.

"you okay, baby boy?" you ask with a much more empathetic tone, delicately scrapping your nails down his back. he fully collapsed himself. "yeah," he turns his head towards you, the ends of his yellowish hair dampened with sweat. "I'm okay." he assures, his beloved smile making his eyes crinkle. "too bad our waiter wasn't here to see this."

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[thegracelessfaceless]

One of my asks got sent back from @killemwithkawaii's nuked inbox, which is fine, senpai, my mind was blown at everything that you just couldn't get to. So since MY ask box is empty, I'm answering my own ask, since I'm more confident now.

Sal and Larry with An S/O with Horrific Allergies

Sal

When Sal talked to you on the phone, he could tell you were a little under the weather

Once you told him it was your allergies, he decided to swing by Todd's to see if he could dig up any tips or tricks or home remedies to help you.

He picks up a few things from the store and heads over

He's completely shocked when you open the door, bed head, red nose, watery eyes that are...

"Y/N, what happened? Both of your eyes are black!"

You explain the concept of allergic shiners, allergies and congestion so bad that you get black eyes.

He hurries you back to bed and starts pulling stuff out of a grocery sack. Kleenex with lotion in it, benadryl, nyquil, a lavender bath bomb... Oatmeal?

"You didn't say what kind of allergies. Todd and I did some research and oatmeal soothes itchy and irritated skin, which can be caused by allergies. Todd said his parents used to give him oatmeal baths when he was a kid."

He also brought your favorite snacks and drinks

After he gets you in your bath, he goes to make you food, ignoring your protests

Eventually you just cave and let him take care of you.

He loads you up with benadryl, NyQuil, and you two eat while watching TV in your bed

You're not sure when but you definitely fell asleep and woke up snuggled up to a snoozing Sal

You cover him up, snuggle back down and join him, knowing you'll feel better tomorrow

Larry

Larry dropped by on his way back from the record shop to see if you wanted to check out the new System of a Down single he picked up.

The first thing he notices are your allergic shiners

"Okay, Y/N, who's dying today?" (Scary Larry, my heart 😍 uwu)

You pull Larry inside, explaining everything.

"Oh, mom's definitely got something that'll fix this, hold on I'll be right back." He drops a kiss on your forehead and leaves.

Maybe thirty minutes later he returns with a Tupperware bowl.

"Mom says to take a hot shower, then put this on your chest and leave it until it completely dries, then wash it off with this", he pulls a smallish bottle out of his back pocket. (Lisa's last name was Garcia, we got Hispanic mom! Lisa!! My friends mom, Lupe, did this to me, once)

He's slightly out of breath

"Larry did you run the whole way?"

Que sheepish grin, "Lets get you in the shower."

Normally Larry would be all over you in the shower. The man has a sex drive like a 16 year old kid, and is insatiable, but he's in caretaker mode right now.

He makes the water as hot as you can stand it and closes the whole bathroom up, even putting a towel against the crack at the bottom of the door

"Believe me babe, I know about stuffy noses" he says, touching his own with his index finger. You kiss his massive but endearing nose and proceed to undress and get under the hot stream of water.

If you made any effort at carrying out normal shower routines, your efforts were futile.

Larry takes the soap and your preferred body scrubber from you and cleans your entire body, leaving gentle little kisses here and there.

He's concentrating so hard on behaving himself that he's doing that thing when he paints where he sucks his tongue out between his front teeth. It's adorable.

After you're able to breathe through your nose a little, Larry wraps you up in towels and puts you in bed and opens the Tupperware bowl

The smell almost knocked both of you over and your eyes are watering again because of it. And its supposed to be on your chest? Until it dries?!!!?

You scramble for the vapor rub you dug out of the medicine cabinet earlier and put some under your nose, hearing coroners do that to block bad smells. You do the same for Larry.

The stuff feels like mud and you want to and are afraid to ask Lisa what's in it when you see her next.

After the foul concoction finally dries, you find that the small bottle just has witch hazel in it and take another quick shower to get the stench off of you and out of your nose.

Your nose!! It never clogged back up! You wipe the steam away from the mirror and your shiners are fading!

Elated, you run back to your room

"Larry! I'm cured!!"

He's already naked, artfully sprawled against the pillows, wearing a shit eating grin

"I know, now get over here, that shower almost killed me."

(´∀｀)♡ ahh feeling much better now. Those boys really know how to take care of their sweetheart 💜

[samstrugglingwithlife]

Hi may i request a matchup for a haikyuu guy? I'm female, 5'0, cancer, brown long hair and brown eyes, curvy and I'm working as a newspaper journalst. I'm a sub lol, I'm rather shy around people, I love sunflowers and peaches, reading and writing stories. my fave animals are dogs and I spent most of my time in my garden watering my plants lol. I hope this is enough <3

Hello! First of all lemme just say that you sound like an absolute sweetheart and I want to protect you from the whole world so I thought about this for a good one day. Also I am assuming you are not a minor. I hope you like this, let me know if you wanted a different character. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

KAI NOBUYUKI

First of all this is one sexy motherfucker. And I will accept no man but him for you because he will treat you so good. This fucker is an arborist... honestly, how fucking sexy is that?

How You Two Met

You guys met at the grocery store, not once, not twice, but three times. The first time you guys met, you bumped into him and he saved you from falling on your ass. The second time you guys met was in the hardware aisle, you were looking for a trowel. That's when you learned that Kai was a landscape Gardener and an arborist. You left with so many tips and tricks about maintaining your garden. The third time you met was when your carts collided and he grabbed you yet again from falling on your ass. This time, you guys exchanged numbers. You would often exchange texts back and forth, you told him all the interesting stories you had to write for work and he would talk about his new gardening job and some stories about his clients' crazy demands were absolutely hilarious!

When He Asked You Out And Your First Date

You called him over to your house because one of your plants was dying. He came over with a simple guide book on how to treat house plants and a cute watering can as a gift. As he was about to leave he shyly asked you out on a date. Of course, you agreed. The two of you went to a flower exhibition where he learnt that you like sunflowers and he bought you one in a cute little pot and promised to plant it in your garden. You guys walked around hand in hand looking at all the pretty flowers (mayhaps I busted a fat fucking uwu). Your date ended with a nice dinner at an outdoor restaurant and he walked you home, draping his jacket over your shoulders. HE KISSED YOUR HAND BEFORE HE LEFT AND I AM FEELING SO EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW.

Whats Your Relationship Like

He always brings home flowers whenever he comes back from work. When you're too busy with work, he'll bring you snacks and tea and rub your shoulders. You two look after the garden together, and sometime later you guys adopt a little puppy. You're both always taking him on walks and trying to teach new tricks. If you're willing, he'd love to read your writing or just lay you on top of his chest and hear you read it out to him. When you two cuddle, he holds you close and securely in his arms and you two talk about your day and your lill' pup sleeps by your feet. He never fails to kiss you good morning and before either of you leave for work. If you're too shy to talk to people he will generally try to divert most questions towards himself until you feel comfortable enough to speak. You guys have the most serene but fun dates. You would go to book stores and go pet stuff shopping. You guys have fun grocery shopping dates. Dinner dates at various restaurants every other weekend. You guys HAVE to go when there is a flower show or an exhibition in your town, and he will always buy you a new plant or a flower to add to your garden. I have a feeling that in the future when you two have a home together, the garden would be the prettiest place in your entire home. It would be filled with all the plants and flowers that remind him of you and your memories together, there would be a gazebo in the centre of the garden from where you can see everything and it is the most beautiful view. He's the gentlest gentleman and he's so kind and loving and mature and your peaceful personalities go so well together. I feel like he's a good match for you because he is hella reliable and loves to take care of you and genuinely takes interest in you and your work.

[kutemouse]

Hi! I just found your blog, and i'm in love with it. I would like to request from fluffy prompt 35+36 please with jin!

Well, what a coincidence, because I am in love with YOU kutie anon!! <3 Anyways, here is the imagine I dreamt up when hit with these prompts. Sorry it is so LONG (as usual) but in order to do these prompts justice, it is what it is. Hope you like <3

Fluff prompt #35: Can I keep this? It smells like you.

Fluff prompt #36: Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.

Disclaimers: I found this gif on Pinterest, so it’s obviously not mine. Spiderman belongs to Sony, who has made a deal with Marvel/Disney to be used in their films, just in case y’all didn’t know.

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Swears, childhood romance, mentions of making love, Jin making me pop all the UwU’s and melting me into a puddle of fluffy goo.

Word Count: 2,968

Summary: You decided to spend your summer at your grandparents’ place where you used to spend summers during your childhood. The place is filled with so many memories, some good, some bad, but all containing him.

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Always Loved You (Jin One-Shot, Fluff)

I couldn’t flip the pages fast enough. Currently, I was laying on a beach chair I’d dragged out to the edge of the lake, soaking up some sun while reading a trashy romance novel. The main character had finally confessed their love to the main love interest, and things were getting interesting.

“Y/n!” I ignored whoever was calling me.

“Y/N!”

“What?!” I hollered back, ripping off my sunglasses in annoyance.

“I need you to go to town! We need groceries for dinner tonight!”

I stood up, grumbling, pulling down my swimsuit that had started riding up my ass and gathering up my bag and towel. So much for a relaxing afternoon.

Still, I guess I was here for more than just a vacation. It was summer, and I’d just graduated from university. When everyone who attended my graduation party asked what I was going to do with my fancy new degree, I shrugged and gave some vague, non-committal answer. I had no job prospects lined up, not even an internship. I knew what I wanted to do with my degree, but no idea how to get there.

Sick of people asking me about it, I finally found something to do with my summer. I would go live with my grandparents and help them out. Truthfully, that was kind of a lie in itself. Sure, I’d help with whatever my grandpa and grandma needed, but mostly I was here to get some space and figure out what to do with the rest of my life. My impromptu trip got my parents off my back, at least.

I breathed in the warm, fresh air one last time before going inside to change. I loved it here. Back when I was in grade school, I used to come here for entire summers with my parents. Between the sun and the lake, I was constantly begging to come back here. I wondered when that changed… probably some time in high school, when I started getting busy with friends and parties. “I’m leaving now!” I called out to my grandma, scooping up the list she left for me on the coffee table.

“Thank you!”

I stepped outside and began the walk to the mini-mart down the road, relishing in the way my skin warmed in the sun once more. I hardly passed a single person, let alone a single car. That’s part of the charm here… no nosy neighbors or pesky so-called friends trying to get into your business and tell you what to do. Everything had a good distance between it, allowing for solitude and that small-town feel. I loved that it took a twenty minute walk to get to the busiest part of town, which was still nothing when compared to the crowded streets of the city.

A smile spread over my face as I passed a small park I remembered playing in as a kid.

“Tag, you’re it!” I shrieked before running away as fast as I could.

He growled and took off after me, causing me to squeal and run faster, giggling like mad. I ran up the steps of the jungle gym until I reached the very tippy, top. Oh no, he was coming! He grinned as he cornered me, but I had one escape left. I slid down the slide, still laughing as my bum hit the ground, got up, and started running. I didn’t make it far, though.

WAM! My feet tangled up and I ended up on the ground. “Ouch,” I gasped, looking at my hands. They had tiny cuts all over them, and my knee was scraped.

He reached me and pushed me hard in the shoulder. “TAG!” he screamed, but his smile faded when he saw me crying.

“Y/n, what happened?” he said, leaning down and examining my knee with large, brown eyes.

“I tripped,” I sniffled.

“Oh, don’t cry. I trip all the time. I even carry band-aides around just in case. See?”

I perked up a little when he pulled a bandage out of his pocket. He smiled at me as he peeled off the backing and stuck it on my knee. “It’s Spiderman,” I giggled.

He grinned at me. “He’s my favorite.”

The boy suddenly leaned down and placed a kiss on top of the bandage. “There. All better.”

He pulled me up and we continued our game of tag, shrieking and laughing even louder, if that was possible.

I blinked away the memory, realizing I’d stopped and was staring at the playground. God, I hadn’t thought about him in forever. How long’s it been? I wonder if he still lives around here… or even if he remembers me.

Our moms were best friends back in the day, and every time my family came here, we’d always spend the most time together. He was the only kid my age we knew around here, so he became my best friend. As we grew up, we went from sending each other hand-drawn pictures in the mail to full-on letters, then to emailing, then texting, then video calling.

One day, my laptop beeped, indicating I was getting a video chat, and I nearly declined it before seeing it was him. I quickly wiped my tears away with a tissue and blew my nose before answering the call. “Hey,” I said, giving the camera a watery smile.

“Hey! It’s been forever.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I keep meaning to call you but I’ve just been so busy.”

I sniffed, and he frowned, leaning closer to his screen. “Are you crying?”

“N-No,” I stuttered.

He gave me an amused smile. “Y/n, come on. You know you can’t lie to me.”

I choked out a laugh. “Alright, fine. Yes, I was crying, it’s stupid, just some guy being an ass as usual…”

I watched as he reached out a hand and leaned his camera even closer to his handsome face, concern etched all over his features, those brown eyes shining in what little light there was. “Please don’t cry, y/n. You know I can’t stand you crying.”

I nodded and laughed a bit more. “I know. I promise, it’s over with that guy. I won’t be wasting any more tears on him.”

He smiled at me. “Good.”

Lost in thought, I kept walking down the road, my tennis shoes scuffing along the pavement as I absentmindedly kicked stray rocks. I wonder if he ever thinks about me. Probably not. Last I heard, he too went to university somewhere in a far-off city. He was probably making a living for himself, his career prospects endless… probably dating someone too. Might even be married by now.

I huffed out a sigh as I reached the mini-mart. I stepped inside and grabbed a basket before pulling out my grandma’s list, muttering as I read it out loud to myself. “Y/n?”

That voice… it couldn’t be. No freaking way. I whirled around. “Jin?”

His face split into a wide grin. “It is you! What are you doing here?”

“J-Jin,” I stuttered, still not comprehending that the tall, handsome guy I was just reminiscing about was actually here.

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s me. It’s been what, six, seven years?”

“Something like that.” I could hardly breath. He looked only slightly older than what I remember. His hair was darker and pushed away from his face to reveal his forehead, but the rest of him was the same. The same easy smile. The same toned, wide shoulders. That melodic voice. Another memory suddenly forced its way into my mind, one that I’d been trying to push away since I got here.

The soft light of 6am caused my eyes to flutter open. A fresh, cool breeze danced across my bare skin, causing me to shiver and slide my arms back under the covers, cuddling close to the warm body next to me. I suddenly shot up. “Oh God, we’ve been out all night,” I groaned.

Jin sat up as well, chuckling. “It’s okay. Just tell your parents you were with me. They’ll understand.”

Oh hell. His voice was deep and husky from lack of use, and I felt myself melting into a puddle as he spoke.

Without warning, I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back eagerly for a few minutes before squeezing my waist, causing us to break apart as I gasped. “Listen,” he murmured, trailing his lips across my bare shoulder. “We should be getting back.”

“No, just a few more minutes,” I said, pulling him in again.

Jin indulged me for only a few seconds more, wrapping his soft lips around mine in a way that made my head spin. After an entire summer of flirting and driving each other crazy, we finally gave in and ended up kissing each other after Jin drove us out here to watch the stars. Before I knew it, we were in the back of his truck making love. He was my first. I always knew he would be. It was just a matter of getting us to cross the line between friends and lovers.

He pulled away from me. “Seriously, y/n, our parents are going to murder us as it is,” he laughed. “And… you’re leaving today. You’ve got to go pack.”

My heart dropped. I knew he was right. When would we see each other again? Jin began pulling his clothes back on, and I did the same. He grabbed his jacket and was just about to shrug it on when I tugged it away.

“Hey!” he protested, playfully grabbing for it back.

I buried my face in the jean fabric, inhaling deeply. It still smelled like him, musky with a hint of spicy cologne. “Can I keep this?” I asked suddenly. “It… It smells like you.”

Jin smiled. “Sure.”

“Y/n?”

I blinked, looked back up at Jin. “Yeah, sorry. I was just-”

“Lost down memory lane?” he said, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

“Y-Yeah.”

I still had that jacket somewhere. I’d kept it wrapped in a plastic bag so, whenever I grew lonely or sad, I could pull it out and inhale his scent. I’d even fallen asleep a few times with my head buried in it, making myself feel better as memories of Jin wafted through my mind.

“I find myself doing that too,” Jin murmured, bringing me back to the present.

I never went back to my grandparents’ after that, finding myself too wrapped up in school, friends, and other boyfriends to bother. Or, at least, that’s what I told myself. Maybe the real reason I stayed away is because I didn’t want to find out Jin had been doing the same. Living his life… without me.

I tightened my grasp on my basket. “Um, I’ve got… I’ve got some shopping to do.”

“Oh, right. Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Do you want to shop together?” I blurted out, noticing his mostly-empty basket.

Jin turned back around, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Sure.”

We walked down the aisles in silence, picking out the groceries we needed as we went. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I finally said. “I thought you went to university.”

“I did,” he replied. “But I graduated recently, and I came back to see my family for a summer before heading back to Seoul.”

“Oh. Did you get a job?”

“Nope. I’m trying to become a doctor, so I need to go back to school for a few more years.”

“Nice,” I murmured.

“What about you? Why are you here?”

I sighed. “To visit my grandparents. Help them out.”

Jin stopped, grabbing something off a shelf, tossing me a knowing smile. “Come on, y/n, I know you. Why are you really here?”

I scoffed. “What do you mean? That is why I’m here.”

Jin stepped close, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. I caught a whiff of that oh-so-familiar scent and felt my legs turning to jelly as he leaned down so our eyes were level. “Are you sure?” he said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not here for you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s not what I was implying,” he said, chuckling. “But good to know.”

“Besides, you’ve probably got some girlfriend back in the city,” I muttered, turning away to grab something off a shelf.

“No, actually.”

“Really? The cocky, handsome Jin can’t sway them city girls?” I teased.

He shook his head. “Oh, that’s definitely not it. I could have any girl I wanted back there.”

Jin suddenly grabbed my basket away from me, causing me to whirl around. He stepped close, and I backed up until I could go no further, my shoulders pressed against the shelves. “The problem was me. I didn’t want any of them,” he murmured.

My lungs stopped working as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine, my eyes growing wide as our breaths intermingled. Jin drew back, laughing. “You should’ve seen your face,” he snorted.

“Fuck off,” I snapped, grabbing my basket back and striding down the aisle away from him.

He followed after me, his windshield-wiper laugh still echoing throughout the store. “Awww, come on, y/n. It was a joke.”

“Well it wasn’t funny.”

“Why not? What, you got a boyfriend that wouldn’t appreciate me flirting with his girl or something?”

His tone was nonchalant, but I sensed some tentativeness in the question. “No,” I replied firmly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Jin looked down at me, his brown eyes bright as he smiled. “Good.”

I scoffed once more and headed over to the cashier, placing my basket down on the checkout belt. Jin placed his behind mine, and when I got out my wallet to pay, he placed a large hand over mine. “I’ll pay for both,” he told the cashier.

I didn’t say anything until we got outside, both of us weighed down with shopping bags. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” I scolded.

Jin chuckled. “A ‘thank you’ would suffice, you know.”

I marched up to him. “Just because you’re some big shot doctor now-”

“I’m not a doctor yet, y/n.”

“Whatever. Just because you think you can-”

He cut me off once more by grabbing my bags and loading them in the back of a truck. I stared at the gray vehicle, my mouth dropping open. It was the same truck. The place where I’d lost my virginity all those years ago.

I shook my head, bringing myself back down to reality. “What’re you doing?”

Jin shut the trunk door. “Giving you a ride. Now come on, stubborn, get in.”

I scoffed, but got in on the passenger side nonetheless. Everything looked the same, but different. Rather than a Spiderman lanyard hanging from the mirror, a few graduation tassels hung there instead. The truck was cleaner than I remember. No fast food cups littered the floor, but a couple half-empty water bottles were in the cup holders.

But it was the smell that got to me. That musk with a hint of spice… exactly like I remember. My body relaxed as Jin started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the same way I’d relax when holding onto his jacket back home.

It didn’t take too long to reach my grandparents’. Jini pulled in the driveway and shut the engine off, but neither of us moved. Jin stared at me, but I didn’t say anything, uncomfortably biting my lip and staring at the dashboard. “Y/n,” he murmured, causing me to look at him. I half-wished I hadn’t. His eyes were filled with that same look he gave me that night we kissed and made love, wide and perfectly brown.

“Why didn’t you come back after that summer?”

There it was. The question I’d been asking myself since I got here. I twisted my hands in my lap nervously. “Because… Because…”

“Tell me,” he said softly.

I pressed my lips together before releasing a loud sigh. “Because I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of you moving on.”

Jin shook his head, chuckling. “Are you serious?”

I slowly nodded.

“Y/n, I couldn’t move on even if I wanted to. I loved you. I still… love you.”

My mouth parted open in surprise at his confession. “You do?”

Jin smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I tried to move on when I realized you weren’t coming back, I really did, but you were always in the back of my mind. Y/n, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

I bit my lip, taking only a second to process before I unbuckled my seat belt and launched myself at him. Our lips pressed together, melding into the sweetest kiss I didn’t realize I missed with every fiber of my being. Jin wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, angling his jaw to deepen the kiss, and I threw my arms around his neck, trying in vain to draw him even closer.

We pulled apart, and I smiled as I took in Jin’s blown pupils, his lips reddening from being pressed to mine, his breath coming out in short gasps. “I love you, y/n,” he murmured. “I’ve always loved you.”

My smile grew. “I love you too, Jin.”

We continued kissing for what felt like forever before he pulled back, laughing and saying we needed to get the groceries inside. We unloaded the truck with the biggest grins, holding hands as we walked up to the house.

As I looked at Jin, the sun glinting off his dark locks, his smile lighting up my whole world, I found myself thinking that maybe there was a reason none of my relationships worked out. Maybe there was a reason I hadn’t found any opportunities coming my way after I graduated. And maybe, just maybe, I was exactly where I needed to be.

[wackapedia]

It Was All Yellow

40!s Joe gets flustered around pretty girls. He meets his pretty neighbor who just moved in.

A/n: hello its me again. Took me a whole day to finish this (plus extra minutes in the shower) Comments are welcome and reblogs boost morale!

Warnings: blood mention. Nothing graphic tho uwu

Joe was sitting at the lobby of his apartment building reading today's paper. It was a bright Saturday morning. He flicked through the pages of the paper, skimming through the news articles about the recent murders upstate. It was too bright a day for stories like that. He looked up from the newspaper to see a lovely lady in a bright yellow dress entering the building, dragging a large travel trunk with her. He drops the newspaper to the couch he was sitting on as he stood up, buttoned his suit jacket and walked up to the young lady to help her.

"thank you" her voice carried through like a melody, speaking after her case was placed inside.

"Its nothing really. Are you moving in here?" He asks, immediately regretting his dumb question. Of course she's moving in.

"I am. I guess the luggage gave it away huh?" She smiles at the man who gets shy around pretty girls.

Nice work, Joe.

The landlady came out and gave her the key as well as some instructions and rules of the building. Not long after, she started gathering her things.

"I'm Joe by the way. Joe Mazzello. I'm afraid the elevator is busted so we'll have to take the stairs." He explained rather quickly.

For a second, confusion shrouded her face until she caught up with what he said. "Oh you mean the lift?"

Ah, British then.

Joe made a mental note to ask Ben, his British friend, why they have different names for things.

"Its all right, my flat is just one floor up. Nothing I cant handle." She said in a cheerful tone he almost felt the sunshine through it.

Joe picked up the heavy trunk carrying it up the stairs. "Let me help you then!" He suddenly felt giddy at the fact that she will be her next door neighbor as he is the only occupant on the second floor.

As they rounded the stairs, she went on to introduce herself. "I'd shake your hand but you're rather occupied at the moment" she joked. Joe laughs. They finally reach the second floor. Joe sets her case beside her door as she takes off her gloves and faces him. She had lovely hands. And she's not wearing a ring of any sort! She extends her hands to him and he takes it in his. Her hands were soft and warm.

"Well, Joe its been a pleasure meeting you and I am looking forward to being your next door neighbor!" She smiled. She releases his hand as she unlocks her door and pulls her case inside.

"Huh.. Hey wait how did you know that we're gonna be- that i live- I never said-" Joe spoke,confused and gesturing to his door down the hall.

"Hmm the landlady must've mentioned it." She spoke as she started closing the door. "Thank you again, Joe." She said, finally closing the door.

"Okay i'm gonna let you get settled then..." His voice slowly fading in his throat. Joe went on with his day still thinking about his lovely neighbor.

The next morning Joe got up and went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast. The yellow sunlight blasting through his kitchen window made him squint at the bright light. He pulled his fridge door open to find nothing but a water container.

Okay, so we're eating at the cafe. And maybe grab some groceries for a homemade dinner. Maybe he can invite his neighbor over.

He was about to return to his room to get dressed when he noticed his indoor plant had died and had completely dried out. It's little leaves gather around the pot, crunching between his fingers. Only yesterday the plant was in full bloom and he'd never neglected watering it and giving it some air and sunshine. He would even spend time talking to it about his day. He should tell Lucy about it.

A little crestfallen about his plant, Joe got dressed and was locking up his apartment door when suddenly his pretty neighbor appeared behind him, startling him a little.

"Hi Joe!" Her voice already cheering him up. He turned to see her dressed in a similar fancy dress printed with flowers.

"I was wondering if I could invite you over tonight for dinner as a thank you for helping me yesterday. I hope you're a fan of pasta..?" She asked.

The thought of having pasta in his system made his stomach grumble.

"You know, you don't really have to thank me about yesterday. But you had me when you said 'pasta'. Did you know I'm part italian?" He joked.

"I figured. Well I hope my pasta skills live up to your authentic taste then?"

"Theres only one way to find out"

"Great! Dinner will be ready by 7. Its a date then!" She said as she headed back to her place. Joe couldn't shake the fact that this woman always seemed to be one step ahead of him.

Joe had some breakfast and went straight to the grocers. He was debating if bringing wine for dinner might give a wrong impression. He opted to bring tea instead.

Joe met Ben for lunch. He told him everything about his new neighbor excitedly as Ben kept a straight face the entire time, shoving a sandwich and some fries into his system. "You should've just bought the wine!" Ben finally commented when Joe mentioned about what he will be bringing for dinner. "Just because she's British doesn't mean she wants to have tea all the time, Joe. You americans are just stereotyping."

Joe suddenly felt guilty. "...s-so should I just get the wine..?" He said, asking his friend for advice.

"No! Unless you want to spend the night with her? Is that what you want to do, Joe?" Ben sipped his drink. Joe wonders why is he still friends with this useless fellow.

As he was getting dressed for dinner, Joe was debating which dress shirt should he wear. He doesn't want to be overdressed for the occasion. Its just dinner, Joe.

He finally settled with a pale blue button down shirt tucked into his brown slacks. He picked up the box of fruit tea that he bought for her and headed to her place.

Before his knuckles could hit the painted wood, her door opened to reveal Joe's pretty neighbor dressed in a pale blue dress. "Joe! I was just about to get you! Come in!" Joe smiled and stepped in.

His neighbor has only moved in yesterday morning but everything was neat and in order. Its like she's lived here for years. Candles flickered at the dinner table and on the kitchen. The whole place smells wonderful.

"I see you've settled in rather nicely!" He commented.

"I have! Please sit down, I'll get the food" she motioned at one of the two chairs at the dinner table as she disappeared into the kitchen. She emerged carrying a smoking pot of pasta with pale sauce and some yellow tomatoes.

"I went to the grocers this morning and bought these for you" Joe said as he presented the box to her.

"Oh you didn't have to. But thank you" she placed the box by the kitchen counter.

As they ate dinner, Joe's neighbor asks about him.

They were finishing up their food when Joe asked: "so what about you? What brings you to New York?"

With a solemn voice she answered "I have a grandmother here. She's very sick. The doctors said she has very little time left and I am her next of kin."

"I'm so sorry to hear that." Joe apologizes as the mood shifts between them.

"No its fine." She says as she gets up from the dinner table to retrieve a wine bottle and some glasses. She poured them a drink. Joe smiles to himself.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked while standing next to him, noticing his smile.

"I was about to bring over some wine but my friend decided against it" he explained as he drinks from his glass

"Why would he decide against it?" She inquired, refilling Joe's now empty wineglass.

"Well he thought I might give you the wrong impression" he speaks after drinking, already feeling a little buzzed by the strong alcohol in his system.

"What kind of impression?" She pressed, refilling Joe's glass once more, seeing the blush creeping on his cheeks down to his neck.

Joe's eyes were dazed as he feels his head becoming lighter. He looks at her as she sits on his lap, her hand over his, holding the wineglass close to his lips.

He pours the contents of the wineglass into his mouth as his other hand wraps around the pretty girl's waist pulling her closer. He drops the wineglass to the carpeted floor and loses himself in her eyes, basking in each other's closeness. He couldn't focus on anything else except for the specs of gold in her eyes. He feels the sudden warmth break from his chest. His vision blurs.

/ / /

The next day, Ben waits for Joe at the lobby of their workplace. Joe was never late so maybe he called in sick.

"Hey Rami, did Joe call?" Ben asked his workmate, sitting across his work desk.

"No he didn't. Is he alright?" Rami asked.

Ben explained to Rami about Joe's dinner date with his neighbor.

"Well maybe he's getting laid then" Rami joked as they started working.

As soon as Ben clocked out, he headed to Joe's apartment. He knocked on his door. No response.

He twisted the doorknob to find it unlocked. He stepped in the apartment to find everything in correct order. Joe's music records, eighth grade baseball trophy, and his favorite indoor plant which was given by Lucy for his birthday was healthy, yielding yellow flowers.

He entered Joe's bedroom and even opened his bathroom to find the whole place empty. He decided to head to the police to report a missing person. Just as he steps into the ground floor of the building, a girl in a beautiful Sunday dress walks in, holding the hand of an elderly woman while carrying a large suitcase. She looks up to Ben's bright eyes and smiled.

And before he could stop himself, he spoke: "here let me help you with that.." Reaching for the suitcase.

"Thank you, you are very kind." Her sweet voice blessed his ears.

She introduced herself to him. "I'd shake your hand but you're rather occupied at the moment." She said. Ben laughs and tells her his name.

He carried her suitcase up to her doorstep while helping the elderly woman she was with up the stairs.

When she arrived at the doorstep, she let the elder woman in while she stayed at the threshold, looking at Ben. "That was my grandmother. She was very sick the other day but thankfully she recovered after a hearty meal." Ben was still dumbfounded with her. She took off her gloves and extended her hand to him. He took her hand in his. She had very soft hands.

"Thank you, Ben. And good night." She let go of his hand and slowly closed the door.

Ben felt like he was flying. He headed downstairs, got on his car that was parked by the curb, and drove straight home, thinking about the girl she met at an apartment building. Maybe he can ask Rami for some tips on how to ask a girl out.

A/n: Giallo means 'yellow' in Italian. It is also a genre referring to italian film/literature crime-thriller plots. Nowadays, Italians refer to mysterious or unsolved events as Giallo. (Plural Gialli)

[kyserito]

I miss my childhood. uwu

Today I woke up late and my back hurts like hell🙃 (mali yung position sa pagtulog 🤦‍♀️)

Before the class start, I do my warm-up exercise. Luckily my back pain lessens a bit.

We talk about our childhood memories and while listening to my classmate's stories I suddenly feel nostalgic (I miss my childhood 👉👈). I remember how I play with my siblings, times when the only thing I hate is pushing our improvised car made of grocery box. That was fun back then. We always ended up fighting while taking turns, and it was funny how we made up after hitting each other, we are kids indeed 😅.

I can relate to what ma'am Nieto said about buying all the stuff you want when you were a kid, once you got a job. I remember saying this when I was in junior high, the time when I got jealous about an elementary schooler having a bunch of snack in a waiting shed hahaha, I remember a friend of mine hit me hard for bubbling about it, from that I swear to buy all of the stuff I enjoy when I was I kid once I'm earning money😅.

We watched a scene from the movie Singin' in the Rain and Mr. Bean we discussed what is beats in a performance and how it creates tension for an action to have a great impact on the scene. I want to practice observing different beats while watching a performance because I never thought there is something like that before haha haha and I find it cool to learn something like that, I think it will help me to become more observant and would help me analyze a scene or an action. (I feel excited acting, I hope I can use beats as well in my future performances).

[i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away]

so, I haven't seen it so idk wtf is going on with the minor sexualization thing

river please keep in mind I am not at all mad or upset at u.

but

like

i need to add another perspective to this.....

periods in Asian culture is SOOOOOOOOOO fucking taboo. it sucks ass. but like. thats pretty normal response for an Asian mother, to flip out. my mom was the same way. I mean, it sucked tho. don't get me wrong. Still sounds like what my mom did. she got out the holy water bc my bloodstained pants was passed over her clothing. I'm not even joking. she dead ass got mad and then got the holy water out bc my 7th grade ass had a leak on my pants. funny in hindsight tho lol.

I haven't seen the movie... but sometimes I think that discussing things in Asian culture, especially when made for a mainly white audience to "be educated about" ends up with a whole bunch of discourse about parenting, when said discourse really doesn't need other peoples (very white) perspective (not a jab at you river, ily, I'm talking about what happened with encanto and Shang chi) also? I'm so tired of "well the Asian parent that is abusive is also accurate lol" like, it is to me sadly, but not to so many aisans that genuinely just had stricter parents. we aren't bullied into becoming genius robots by our parents. Most of them are great parents and legitimately care, and it's not abusive bc it's non white and strict. that really set me back in realizing I was abused bc people were making jokes about Asian parents. I'd also like to NOT normalized it bc "it's Asian culture" maybe let's like... try not to make that a funny uwu kawaii thing to add to the ever growing pile of the general fetish people now have for Asian things? like, I go to the grocery store in China town and there are people being weird and acting like "omg fish sauce is real?? I thought it was an anime thing!" my culture isn't people's entertainment, and I honestly want the Asian rep left to only the Asians, not the gods be damed mouse.bc the current rep is meh, but still based on harmful (however true, still bad) stereotypes.

it's like we can't talk about our issues within our community bc weebs have to keep putting their input and honesty, it feels like Chinatown is now some place for white people to visit like we are some fucking tourist attraction. same thing with movies. people (not u river) just watch Shang chi, say shit like "aisan men are so hot" then ignore whatever Asian people say, either begging for help bc a white man had a 'bad day', or telling men to stop sexualizing our school girls.

I want representation, but it feels like my culture is just some entertainment for others to just shit on if they want to. we all know that once Boba, and kpop go out of style after anime, Asian eyes won't be so "hot and exotic" anymore. it feels like we are just a trend until we go back to being weird and different. bc that's how it's being treated.

again, haven't seen the movie disclaimer. I didn't get the best vibes from it tho. just thought it might make you think about whatever happened a bit differently. also, I hate that fucking mom, just from the trailer.

k look my main problem with Turning Red(besides the sexualization of minors, which i could do a whole separate rant about) is actually that it was hailed as this "normalization of periods!!!! women's bodies that function!! positivity!!!" when in reality it was treated with a level of disgust, cringe, and horror that only 8th grade boys have about periods and period products

literally like from the very beginning the mom is shocked and horrified that her 13 year old daughter got her period one morning.

A adult woman. A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER. Look, idk when y'all got your lady days, but my mom told me about it when I was eleven. Because that's like the earlier end of the spectrum of when it can start????

Mei is just so embarrassed about everything, and the mom is so caught off guard and keeps referring to it as an emergency?? Like ma'am idk if anyone has told you but this is actually completely normal and a thing that every single woman in the entire world for the most part goes through once a month and the way your are acting right now is going to do negative amounts of good once your daughter actually does start her lady days and need your help, your embarrassing of her right now is also going to make kids in the audience believe that their own womanly weeks are freak-out worthy, and that their parents aren't going to understand or treat them like people when their bodies start changing.

And then, ugh.

Like, I get it. It's supposed to be realistic. But dear stars the reactions of the school kids to perfectly normal feminine products? Like for the love of all the stars in the sky, that's not a good reaction, and while it might be a reaction you could get in 8th grade, it's not what adults should be thinking, and the whole way it's handled is entirely disrespectful of Mei and her wishes and her body.

Like. Ugh.

And people were all so excited.

They were jumping up and down like "OOOOHHHHHH LOOK AT THAT THEY TALKED ABOUT PERIODS!!!"

Well, they didn't talk about them right.

Wanna know how my mom reacted? I was all embarrassed and she just smiled and said, "This is a day we should celebrate cause you're growing up." And like, we didn't. Because it was Thanksgiving. And we were at my grandparents'. But you get the vibe!!! She was quiet, and gentle, and she respected me and my wishes! She knew that getting your lady days for the first time is EMBARRASSING and you're NERVOUS and you don't know HOW ITS GONNA WORK!

You've never had to do stuff before and she didn't yell at my father or tell me it was an emergency. That's just.

It's not loving, it's not kind.

And it's not the response you want little girls in the audience to be watching and thinking, "Is that how my mom is going to react to me? Is that what's gonna happen? Is she gonna show up at the school? Are all my classmates going to laugh???"

THATS NOT GOOD! Stars above!!!!

Ugh.

Look, I know not everyone had the same experience as I did with their bodies and changing, but I'd like to think we all want our space and our privacy.

I'd like to think that if your lady days were embarrassing and your parents treated it like an emergency, you'd much have preferred the kind of calm of a woman who's had her womanly week every single month for over twenty years. I think you'd have preferred someone tell you that you're doing a great job and that it's normal and not an emergency. I think you'd have preferred being treated like a human and not a mutating creature from the red lagoon.

Anyways.

Them's my thoughts.

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oooo hi!! can i requests for a matchup? i'm 5'7, straight, blue hair and a big smilee. i'm an INTJ, my sign is aquarius sun leo moon and gemini rising & i belong to ravenclaw. i talk a lot once u know me but some say i can be detached & unpredictable at times. i'm,,,, also weird,,, in a way that i say stuff weirdly without thinking. i hate it when people tell me what to do and i would always like to have my own way. i have a difficulty showing love thru words, shy when i like someone & i would-

stutter around my crush. love science ( major in chemistry) and also naps!! always exhausted but not at night. i like entertaining people with my jokes & i think rhat i have the best humor out here akdjajdjajdjs. my friends describe me as crazy, stupid and smart at the same time, stubborn, creative and a fun person to hang out with lol. i dont have a type i think i can handle anyone ( in the haikyuu world) except um… ushijima? because hes too serious sjjs idt he would laugh at my jokes.. -

thanks!!! i hope i made myself clear iejajdjwjj im sorry its too long u can take ur time :D!! thank uuuuu

if you’re interested in the astrology, personality types, Hogwarts house, please check out the rules!! I have included all the relevant links there

Girl we literally so alike istg also you so tall wat the hell is 170cm (sorry I had to convert TUT)

I ship you with Ennoshita Chikara !!

You’re stubborn, independent, you tend to shift between ‘ideal’ and ‘reality’, you’re creative, original, unpredictable, straightforward, you are determined and versatile. You want a smart boy, you need that intellectual stimulation, you probably look for an ‘equal’ when you’re looking for a relationship, you’re probably clueless when it comes to love and you probably want a reassuring companion who is willing to put up with your whims and keep up with you.

AND THUS, MY GOOD FREN, I ship you with Ennoshita! Ennoshita provides a very calming, assuring and reliable presence in the relationship, he acts as your ‘rock’ when you drift from reality into ideal mode. It is also canon that Ennoshita will probably end up being a director (genius director yeesh), he works in the artistic field where he is prone to encounter all types of weird and I assure you he will NOT be weirded out by you. I think he would appreciate a partner like you since he’s a director, he’s probably away for filming a lot (appreciates your independence), needs different inspirations (in which you are able to provide), and your ability to be original and creative will probably help build his career and push him further and explore different genres. On the other hand, Ennoshita will also help you push yourself further by giving you amazing advice and also be the shoulder to lean on when you’re stuck.

++Ennoshita does well in school and it is safe to assume that he understands most of your science jokes (eg: ARE YOU A CARBON SAMPLE BECAUSE I WANNA DATE U !!! him: yeesh stop) = number 1 intellectual couple #goals

NOT ONLY THAT he also really appreciates your straightforwardness, because he needs REAL opinions about his movie, and you know who doesn’t want to kiss the genius director’s ass and star in his movie?? Yes but you’re different you’d just say “I feel that part’s just weird like??? Wtf is going on” and he takes your opinion seriously = healthy relationship!! Also Ennoshita really loves the humorous side of you he uses your jokes sometimes to ease up the tense atmosphere on set !!! Also Ennoshita probably has an equally fked sleep cycle, so he’s always up at night with you and naps with you during the day uwu

HE TOTES KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH YOUR WEIRDNESS HAVE U SEEN KARASUNO LOLOLOLOL

Things he likes:

1.    10pm walks

2.    Subtle PDA

3.    Holding hands under the table during family reunions

4.    Face to face cuddling + yall talking about your day

5.    Mutual trust

6.    Individual time off, both of you probably need personal space, so yall would take time off to recharge yourselves individually

7.    Ice cream dates

8.    Napping when there’s a storm outside

9.    Domestic things like cleaning the house or grocery shopping

10. Making decisions together

11. Talking to your parents (lets be honest he’s like the perfect son in law)

I will also ship you with (under the cut)

Futakuchi Kenji

He’s stubborn, provocative and an idiot really, he knows how to rile you up, but at the same time he provides you with that intellectual stimulation??? Futakuchi isn’t a big fan of affection but he shows that he cares with his actions (eg: breakfast in bed) he probably denies a lot (like you know, he deliberately woke up at 6am to prepare a breakfast in bed feast for you but he’ll say it’s because he was already awake) excuses we know you’re in love UWU!!! He lowkey loves cuddling but he will NEVER admit it. He also fixes things around the house which is super convenient, your parents probably ask him to fix their stuff, leaky taps, old car, he does it all for free (brownie points) and when you ask him why he’ll probably say “its for practice”. He will tease you A LOT!!!!!!! Because both of yalls are stubborn yall probably will fight a lot at the start, but yall will learn how to compromise and communicate with each other (–=+) so like this also improves your human communication skills.

As an ace and captain from a powerhouse school, he’s bound to have exceptional observation skills. He knows when your off days are and he will stick around to pamper you, like run a bath, give you a hug, less snarky retorts, order uber eats, cuddle with you, etc. He also understands that you need your individual space so just talk to him about what you want, and he will definitely respect that. Overall, a very respectful relationship + fun bantering. Also because Futakuchi loves volleyball a lot he is very likely to join a social team after he graduates, and he would absolutely love it if you support him when he plays.

Akira Kunimi

He’s laid back, indifferent, emotionless, lazy, calm, efficient and smart. He has good observational skills. He knows when you’re down, and he’ll just move close to you. He dislikes loud people but he is a great listener, he might just chuckle at your jokes, but he appreciates them (in his bland life). He loves taking naps with you, and he lets you do most of the talking because he loves to listen to your voice (its defs NOT because it lulls him to sleep), he doesn’t really have a preference when it comes to things, so you’d be doing most of the decision making but unlike with Futakuchi, this relationship is really calm, almost no bickering. Kunimi respects you a lot and looks up to you because you’re diligent and opinionated (unlike him), but because of his love for efficiency and his lazy personality, he might just give you great advice (eg: how to write a simple but academically sound lab report withinin 2 hours instead of 2 days)  (A/N: YES THAT TOOK ME  DAYS TO COMPLETE ONE LAB REPORT PLZ DON’T JUDGE ME)

He’s also a big fan of cuddling and just playing with your hair, holding hands and staying indoors especially during winter. Overall it’s just a very calm and quiet relationship.

I would also ship you with Kuroo Tetsurou !!

- nerd couple 

- bIG NERD COUPLE

- WEIRD INSIDE JOKES !!!!???? SCIENCE PUNS!!!!

- #1 ACADEMIC COUPLE 

- dates: making weird experiments (eg: lets titrate acid and something weird together and calculate the equivalence point!!!!! u: its probably impossible him: TEST THE LIMITS OF SCIENCE), watching khan academy (nerd), talking shit about orgo, trying to create a weird element (sorry hunny not that easy), reading nature (and hoping yalls will be on it), cafe dates + buying apple pie for kenma

- kenma, kenma like your son (u: kenma plz brush your teeth kenma: k kuroo: plz be my wife)

- roasting his academic papers uWU (hahahahahaha) (OFFENDED VOICE: CONFLICT OF INTERESTTTT) (cues kuroo groaning) 

- fun couple, fun amusement park dates 

- not using gloves in the lab >:( (tbh its been a long time since i used gloves in the lab lolol) 

- cuddle bug (loves hugging you so much )

- LOVES PDA

- has normal sleep cycle but is always down for naps (lazy cat kuroo) 

- loves your weird (tbh all academics are weird) 

- roasting each other

YEET I HOPE YOU LIKE IT TUT feel free to send in more requests uwu!!!