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kopilot-pop · 7 months ago

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Okayy I get where you’re coming from with the yunjin defending, and the next questions I’m asking fully genuinely.

Before this incident, somi (her friend) and Giselle (also her friend) received so much backlash for promoting Starbucks (somi) and posting McDonald’s (Giselle). After seeing the amount of backlash she got, she removed all her insta posts with Starbucks. Yet afterwards, she got Starbucks and PUBLICLY drank it? That’s what’s confusing to me — how she knew the consequences but still did it?

and what’s also confusing is how Yunjin is one of the most *chronically* online idols. She always knows what’s trending, new dances, and whatnot. And the g3no going on in Palestine isn’t hidden from Korea. I, myself, live in Japan but my dad lives in Korea, and he’s fully aware of the boycott (a 45 year old Asian man). And his alternative is drinking from other coffee shops, cause there is one in every corner of Seoul. After every street you walk, guaranteed 100% you’ll find a coffee shop. So that doesn’t make sense, why Starbucks, even though she highly knows of the ongoing boycott.

Secondly is how Rachel (her sister) liked dozens of pro-Zionists content on Instagram. And I know you guys say that not everyone thinks the same, but I just think it ties into it (personally).

And thirdly is how yunjin is an adult, she knew about the boycott, the reactions she’d get and how tens of thousands of kids (excluding teenagers) have died in the hands of Israelis. (Look at motaz’s page on insta for reference, big tw). She, if not, should know how severe the situation is in Palestine, specifically Rafah and Gaza. Yunjin is not a baby, she doesn’t need to be babied, just like how you guys are babying them for their icky live vocals, it won’t get them anywhere.

And regardless of wether Starbucks donated to Isreal or not, they’ve clearly shown their support to which side they’re on when they’ve fired workers over TWEETS their workers made over solidarity with Palestine. And to add onto it, they only “apologized” after losing BILLIONS of dollars.

That’s just me and my questions.

Hey I’ll answer your questions one by one, and no worries I understand where you’re coming from. (I’m gonna be a bit out of order so please bare with me.)

Again, (jesus I really dont wat to defend sb, so please understand i’m simply stating facts.) Starbucks sued the union because they used their logo to state a political statement. That was the reason they sued them. As stated in their official website, they do not see their company as a political one and doesn’t want to be revolved in ANYTHING related to politics. So that means even if the Union - per say - showed ‘support towards Joe Biden’, or any other political party or ideology, they would’ve acted the same. That’s how I see it.

Nobody was babying Yunjin. I’m not exactly sure if you’re accusing me or people who supported my post of babying her, but I’m clearly not. I stated directly that, I’m not saying not to take her accountable for her actions. Nobody’s babying her, especially me. I’m also not saying that she wasn’t aware of the war. I’m saying her ‘chronically online’ personality is being exaggerated in this situation. She’s a grown woman with a job, and a persona created for the crowd. Personally, I understand Lesserafim and any group in kpop as a CHARACTER. They’re not always real (even if there are exceptions), and seeing the Hun Yunjin and Yunjin of LSF as same is wrong.

Icky vocals? Not helping? That’s just a rude statement for you to make and completely irrelevant to the discussion at hand. That was unnecessary.

I’m an only child so I can’t say much of the average sibling dynamic, but I’m pretty sure Rachel and Yunjin are separate entities. They’re different people. Just like how my mother’s Christian and I’m an Atheist, just because you’re a family doesn’t mean you have the same ideology. You trying to link Rachel’s actions with her sister is just a hasty generalization.

I understand your father is in Korea and boycotts Starbucks. That’s great, Im also Korean and boycott, too. But the reason I said Starbucks isn’t as wildly boycotted in Korea compared to other countries is based on my personal interactions. From my school friends, colleagues, random people I’ve seen online, and even my family, quite literally all of them seemed to be unaware of the Starbucks boycott. Every Starbucks I’ve seen near my house (albeit which is in Busan) is filled to the brim with people. That includes shops in non populated areas AND tourist destination areas. Additionally, no news has been widely spread about the boycott on any Korean news websites that I’ve seen. MBC, KBS, and other news sites I’ve checked doesn’t even talk about boycotting at all. (It’s not something to be proud of, yes. I am simply stating a fact. ) With all these reasons I came to the conclusion not alot of Koreans are actively boycotting SB.

Are there alot of coffee shops in Korea? Yes. Are there alot of SB in Korea? Also yes. Korea ranks fourth in Starbucks location amounts. However, with this part of my post you’re focusing too much on a reasoning I understood could be a bit of a reach and not mentioning the reasoning I gave which said SB Korea is separate from the western organization. It’s bought out. Ideologies are different. Emart and the investment company has no statement regarding the war.

Somi and Giselle is completely unrelated to her actual ideologies. Just because they’re friends doesn’t mean they all fucking think the same. It is different people to people, but I don’t think every friend group gets together to discuss the society and political wars happening. You’re making a hasty generalization again - similar to your statement about Rachel. I don’t understand why you’re bringing up the two to counter my post about Huh Yunjin.

Yes, she most likely saw the backlash, and again, she didn’t publicly show “oh hey lookie i’m drinking SB”, she was just going to her company quickly and a few pixels of her cup was caught on a fan’s camera. That’s why I said in the original post that the people accusing her of being a performative activist are hypocrites.

My main point of the post wasn’t to a 100% defend Yunjin. The point was to say, if you’re gonna take someone accountable, do it right. Don’t make a mockery of her, you’re not any better than the people protecting her of her actions blindly. And don’t follow the crowd blindly to just simply get attention.

I don’t really want to fill my posts with these long posts, so if you have anymore follow up questions and discussions please DM me.

#talk #kpop #lesserafim #le sserafim #anonymous #yunjin #huh yunjin #starbucks

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lottieurl · 1 year ago

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MISTYNAT

THANK YOU I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU FHDJJS

ship it and i am SO serious about it lately. and s2 is so fascinating in that it solidified my mistynat brainrot while making me fear that the writers are about to destroy misty as a character - through walter - but! fears aside lets talk about them and how i see those characters and their dynamic and the ways in which s2 is now influencing my thoughts. SO!

my take on misty is that she's fucked in the head (that's everyone's take but bear with me) and so she doesn't want the same earnest obsessive reciprocation reflected back at her. which is why i hope whatever they do with walter crashes and burns cause it can only be INTERESTING and good for misty as a character if ultimately she doesn't WANT that (i just also think she's a lesbian but i know she won't be ~canonically so) and hear me out!!! with crystal it was different cause it was the first time misty even felt a connection to anyone who seemed to like her back AND she was a teenager. plus the thing about mistycrystal is i think it's PART of the reason she's like that. she had this illusion of complete acceptance and understanding from someone so similar to her only for that person to take it back right before dying. so that explicitly made it clear to misty that she can't have that. it's unhealthy yes (cheering clapping throwing confetti) but i think she feels safer if someone is - like nat - vaguely antagonistic towards her and yet seems to care. not only does that feel safer it also gives her that RUSH. the thrill of winning someone’s affection or i guess manipulating her way into getting it lmao it's like. a game to an extent. and BECAUSE of what happened to her in the wilderness there IS NO ONE WHO CAN GIVE HER UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. it wouldn't MATTER if walter was fine with the black box secret cause he wasn't TRAUMATIZED TO HELL AND BACK BY IT. his acceptance means nothing. and misty CAN'T "heal" and she cannot form Healthy Attachments much like other survivors (again. cheering and throwing confetti)

and the nat part of this? LIKE LISTEN. nat who lashes out at perceived rejection? nat who can make it impossible for anyone to stick around (like the only relationship she seems to have with like anyone is with travis and if i understood correctly they haven't BEEN together for a long while and it was just seeing each other once in a while to do drugs. so. she's downright incapable of healthy relationships. like all of them obviously but i am just making a Point) so anyways. she can make pretty much everyone give up eventually cause they may care deeply but they're just not sick in the head enough to put themselves through it. enter misty. misty WON'T EVEN ACCEPT IT'S A REJECTION. AND SHE LIKES THE HIGH OF THE EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER. fucking perfect i want to read 300k of this disaster

on top of that you have the really messed up way they can relate to each other (although i don't think nat would admit that) in that both of them miss the wilderness. i mean to an extent that's true for all the survivors but we start the show with nat saying she lost her purpose when she got rescued. and in s1 we are sort of led to believe she meant that she was the hunter who was HUNTING ANIMALS and providing for the group i suppose but then we get to s2 and the implications are much different. and we end on nat being embraced by her peers in a way she's NEVER been before. which is such a parallel to misty feeling finally accepted after the crash. so you have those two characters who were both socially stigmatized and mocked/bullied during their teenage years and are still facing social rejection in adulthood. for different reasons (like. with misty lets be honest most people like her coworkers aren't aware she's like actually dangerous and whatnot. they just don't like her because she's very in your face not neurotypical. and nat is a depressed addict with an attitude) but like the social consequences are the same really

and to end on a happy note. Of Course i ship it. if something can have this in the summary of a fic and be insanely in character OF COURSE i ship it

[link to the fic which you absolutely SHOULD read it. best mistynat one EVER]

#thanks jas sorry for the fact that half of this i already said before in dms BDBSJSB #i will be answering all the other asks everyone. its just taking me ages ive been answering this one in between answering emails djsjsbsbsb #yellowjackets blogging #mistynat

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slipping-is-doing-things · 6 months ago

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If you seen the poll I set up, this is the aftermath. I really can't not gush about my favorite characters and whatnot. Though, rather than just giving you one topic you're getting both with overlap! Four for the price of one of you will. If you're looking for what caused this post go look here!

Word count: 1,158

Trigger warnings: Not applicable, if there are any please let me know.

Fandom: Honkai star rail

Route ≗ backstory

Sampo had joined the mourning Actors rather young, decades before Aha would turn their gaze towards them and give them emulator status. Rather than joining the Fools he had been taken in by the actors during one routine stop to perform.

The then director found Sampo rummaging through their equipment, only to learn later on Sampo had stolen personal objects of value and a few masks. The director hadn't seen a teenager already walking the path of Elation without actively having a mask. The director would later on give Sampo an ultimatum, be turned in to the police or return what he had stolen and help clean up the mess he made. Sampo took the ladder.

It wasn't a complicated decision for either party in the end, the Mourning Actors welcomed Sampo into the group as an actor. The director and multiple actors of a course of three days saw the skill Sampo has and could better. While they didn't particularly like what he was using his skills for, the director wanted to see Sampo grow more than what this dying planet held. The rest was relative history, Sampo traveled with the group on their gondola. As his skills progressed and he showed interest they allowed him to perform, to wear one of these masks.

Towards his end of the time with the group he became the director, the previous stepping back due to age yet still helping. Only when Aha would look towards the group and make them emulators would Sampo leave. The original director took the role once more while Sampo left to truly learn more about Aha now that he was an emulator himself and IX.

To this day The Mourning Actors would welcome him, they know of him under different names; different faces but they'll always know him. The person behind the performances. The man who would cry with them in sorrow and effortlessly bring everyone together.

Route ≗ headcanons

The mourning Actors still have the mask he would use, it's one of the few in their possession that they won't use.

Sampo’s broken heart motif in my opinion comes from the Mourning Actors, while he holds no regrets over the path he has taken he still mourns like they do. Watching Jarilo-IV slowly die even with its preservation hurt him deeply, why else would he have helped the trailblazer’s? He doesn't wish to see it become a wasteland, watch those he genuinely cares about perish.

When Sampo is an active Emulator and is actively showing it has two different appearances. Comedy and tragedy which are shown by the snake and broken heart alongside his mask which can while being worn move to take either an expression of Elation or Melancholy. While taking on Melancholy he heavily plays into what the mourning Actors have become, while it might not be his true emotions deep down his acting can make everyone believe without any assistance from being an emulator.

If any of the mourning Actors shown up on Jarilo-IV Sampo would make himself as scarce as physically possible. He wouldn't be able to keep the act around those who he genuinely can call family. Though if they were to perform he would attend, it certainly would be a sorrow filled performance for him.

Route ≜ Backstory

Aha had seen many different kinds of dolls, puppet's and the like yet they never have seen a human one. One that can act without its puppeteer guiding them at all times. In truth Aha didn't think they would keep the human around, an once cute teenager with blue hair and vivid green eyes. Seeing the potential in their human puppet the joke just kept running and running until the puppet was more human than Aha ever intended. For many years Aha played with him, instigated truble on many different planets while watching what trouble the human could make on his own. A proper fool amongst the tavern. Created namelesly the teenager took roles flawlessly, performed with his whole heart and very soul to make such moving acts that brought both Elation and Melancholy it was only rightful that the human was quietly given the emulator status. He was already made by Aha, his body was built from the very start to take the tainted divinity.

The faint scar-like marks that curl around his wrists and ankles are flawless played off; a criminal is bound to have scars after all, even going as far to cover them with useful gloves. The very fact Sampo has been given an perfect replica— perhaps even the actual mask Aha themselves has in their collection while appearing places should have been an indicator to anyone with an lick of knowledge that Sampo Koski, the true nameless actor was nothing more and nothing less than an Elating actor. Perhaps IX is even aware of such facts and allows the actor to follow both paths from keeping Aha themselves away.

Route ≜ Headcanons

While Sampo is human in the traditional aspect, his very being down to his genetics make-up is a joke. He relates to no one, only his human form and blood is what gives him any ties to humanity as it's known. Something that Aha finds hilarious.

Sampo has a true love hate relationship with Aha and IX, the deeper the love the deeper the hate. His whole existence is a joke, a background actor who'll never get the sweeter lines or care from the audience. Nothing matters yet his own morals against hurting the helpless keep him from jumping in the same direction so many fools have.

While odd, Sampo has perfect circular scars around his wrists and ankles. If Aha for lack of better terms is forcing our darling criminal to do something the marks take on a golden hue.

The mask Sampo does have that is from Aha’s personal collection is genuine against what Sparkle or anyone else might say. The Mask itself can exist in two places at once with the gem itself being able to be rapidly swapped for a fake which unless one knows how to appease precious gemstones wouldn't notice.

When Sampo was younger he had a more positive relationship with Aha, being unaware of the reality he was facing at that time he was much more willing to fully follow through with stage directions. The older he has gone and the more he follows IX the less control Aha activity has over Sampo.

I don't care, this might as well go for Sampo regardless but he can pull flowers; particularly roses, from thin air. It's his calling card regardless of the performance. Much like Aha where you always hear the faint sound of bells and laughter you have roses and rose petals for Sampo if not the smell of fresh roses. Pretty boy likes his roses damnit and you'll never pry this from my hands even if I'm unable to express it.

#So I didn't think i would get this done before Monday but yet again I suddenly had over 1K words so here we are #I legitimately never have written this much ever in the past two or three days #like WTF why is my brain going BRRRR so harshly will the people from Honkai?#I'm not complaining! my writing is improving even though im going to make the people I roleplay with cry seeing my responses #Anyways #sampo koski #honkai star rail #headcanons go brrrr

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officeobject · 12 days ago

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im unsure how old you are, but your fixation on that office worker as a concept and the way you talk about them (regardless of if its platonic) is bordering on stalker behaviour, if not already there. its possible to be platonically stalked, i was stalked by a platonic (now ex)friend of mine once.

it seems very, very likely to me that they simply cant see you from their window, and you are making a LOT of assumptions about someone youve only seen while working. how do you know theyre 30, for example? lots of people look slightly older or younger than they actually are.

as it is it doesnt seem to me like theyre actually particularly aware of you, but id be concerned that youre causing them a lot of discomfort and stress - discomfort that could easily lead to them quitting their job and/or moving locations, and potentially even calling the cops on you if you attempt any contact with them.

personally, i would recommend that you find somewhere else to people watch and leave them alone. there will definitely be other people that you can actually speak to who will willingly be your friend...

but i dont think some random person (who i assume is older than you) working and staring vaguely out the window will be that person. also, the way you talk about teenagers reflects a harmful pattern of thought, so i hope you either are a teenager yourself or dont actually interact with any this way in your day to day life (aside from your ghost).

thank you for reading, thinking over and properly considering my words. hope youre doing alright otherwise.

Defending myself:

Life got in the way, “lawyer” didn’t reply, but now “lawyer” DID!

I’m first writing this on a document thing, and I have the things copy-pasted as notes or whatever.

Sorry that it took so long, but regardless, here ya go!

I do have a response my “lawyer” - seriously, shout-out to my “lawyer” - recommended me, but Imma try to debunk this thing, but there is also the alternative answer.

“im unsure how old you are,” same goes for you! I understand being unsure of how old I am, but just fyi, I am still significantly younger than the person we’re about to speak of.

“but your fixation on that office worker as a concept and the way you talk about them (regardless of if its platonic) is bordering on stalker behaviour, if not already there. its possible to be platonically stalked, i was stalked by a platonic (now ex)friend of mine once.” I know that’s possible. I will need elaboration though.

“it seems very, very likely to me that they simply cant see you from their window, and you are making a LOT of assumptions about someone youve only seen while working.” Well, I make theories and ask questions - about them not being able to see me … this week alone, we’ve accidentally aligned our bodies when facing each other, we’ve stared into each other’s eyes - and if the argument was to be made that they just HAPPEN, to sometimes look out at the window at a specific spot that happened to not be “down” enough to be the field, then I also wanna say, that I’ve been on my way to a table a bit further away from where I sit, and ON MY WAY, their eyes were watching - they’ve watched me from other windows, but I’m suuuuuure they just REEEEEAAAALLY like the grass and brown wooden benches outside and whatnot - they’re never looking at the fecking CHERRY TREE either, but I’m sure they just happen to look at the pale building or something. I’ve come in, soaking wet one day from that rain, and they kept making quick glances towards me, soon after - with none of the rage they otherwise had, when it comes to their online meeting. I’ve come in after a windy day, wearing a skirt, bare legs, and they STARED - no matter what I did. In fact, they glance every day - poor dude got jumpscared though, SEVERAL TIMES when I suddenly showed up after being gone for a while (which made them work harder, hire me, offices), and their body-language seem to be mirroring mine at times, such as walking in with their phone in their hand the same way or whatever - and if they have no one to look at, they’d have no reason to put SO much effort into avoiding even the slightest GLANCE out the window during a meeting or something, right? I’ve had them walk in or sit back down or stay, just based on which of these things I was gonna personally do - I’ve had them avoid looking out the window when grabbing something near it, I’ve had them drink soon after I did - and man, they RARELY ever stand up and work anymore, ever since I felt like we had a mutual understanding, that we are both friends now (at some point after summer break, 2024, I believe). I used to sit more in the back of the room, on some low couch, and even back THEN, they looked at me - I just tended to deny or doubt it, or whatever - this person is also more often in their office after summer break, and you know what might be a highlight? One time, before summer, they made some angry “go away”-ish gestures, presumably at me - and, like, soon afterwards, I looked at them less and less, and would dodge, duck, and make a run for it, every time their eyes were on me - I listen to music often, and when I got back up after my song was done, sometimes, they were STILL staring, and within the week, they seemed to be making some happy/apologetic gestures (though I ducked fast, man), but soon, I went back to normal, and their prolonged staring, just stopped. Saying that stuff about stalking, is of course insulting to ME, but even more to the victims of stalking, and also to my little office buddy, who you then claim these things about - and I actually took a day - September, I think it was, 2024 - and I just stopped looking as much, but when I did, I could see their gaze - especially when I half-looked/avoided it, and it was an unusual amount … well that didn’t last long, but still - and have they taken their jacket off in front of the window with their back turned, all in my flamboyant usual way? Yes. And have they brought their desk down right after being done talking to their co-worker? Also yes.

“it seems very, very likely to me that they simply cant see you from their window,” Yeah, I too, rest my head on hand, staring at the grass in all seasons, weather, time of day, and mood.

“ and you are making a LOT of assumptions about someone youve only seen while working. how do you know theyre 30, for example? lots of people look slightly older or younger than they actually are.” I don’t know their specific age, they just happen to “look” or “act” it, but it doesn’t really matter - they seem significantly older than me, along with some of their co-workers, and I feel like they see me as such - hey, I myself act different ages, look younger than I am, so Lord knows what they assume - well, actually, it feels like they see me as a kid … which I believe I AM, compared to them.

“as it is it doesnt seem to me like theyre actually particularly aware of you, “ which post/posts did you read?

“but id be concerned that youre causing them a lot of discomfort and stress” yes, as proven by their most often relaxed or calculated way of working, most of the time, and the fact that they seem more stressed with co-workers, AND the fact that they can glance out the window and then stretch their body for several seconds, or take a sip of their drink, or sit in the same position longer than with a co-worker.

“- discomfort that could easily lead to them quitting their job and/or moving locations, “ August 2024, we didn’t have much time together, before they had to move temporarily, and came back around 2 weeks and a half later, which seems random, and feck if I knew. 1 day before, and they kept staring and glancing, and all those things, so much - like, I wondered how they wouldn’t get fired - they seemed to look at me over half the time! Day 2, they were in the big window, closer to me, full-body window, mug in hand, just STARING out, and it seemed to be at ME … had to go, came back later, and as they were helping with moving the last things, they never looked out the window, but seemed sad, hesitant, angry, and whatever else … and when they came back, it was a lot of quick stares before the calm … they are always near the window, work in the place they do, and even with their sass and anger and other emotions, they’re still being tolerated at worst. They go to lunch with their co-workers and can have a nice time with them, and can relax on their chair when talking about stuff with them, etc. I think they’re fine, are they not?

“and potentially even calling the cops on you if you attempt any contact with them.” Well, I used to be in the same room as them when they used to come in much earlier, and that was still rare, and I wouldn’t talk, I’d stare … and sometimes it was as if they never noticed me, sometimes I’d end up getting stressed, and angry, and sassy, and a little loud, and Lord knew if they heard me, but they probably DID - one time I had to be close because they were as close as can be, to the place where one puts one’s plates, and I ended up talking English with they-wouldn’t-know-who, and they didn’t talk to anyone, nor react, at the time - and one time I stood in a doorway, plate and lots of other stuff in hand, bag on my back, and got deadpan-stared at by the people passing by, who would soon just return to getting in line … this office worker though, walked past a bit, suddenly STARED - like, just a sudden STARE, maybe more confused or deadpan than the others, but certainly for longer … before of course, standing in line again. This was a long time ago I guess. A week before summer break though, and a week, or more, or two, since we looked at each other (a tent thing was in the way for that time), they sat down to eat with their co-workers … and smiled, in my direction - I was alone, behind me one could just see cars or people walking by, if anything, and that’s due to the glass, and Lord knows if anything else that surrounded me, could’ve justified the thing I’ve almost never seen from them: such a happy smile … they smile and are casual and get along with co-workers and all - I’ve heard their voice and name, but with me, they’re always deadpan - even on PHONE CALLS they can get all excited … but with me, they may not have an expressive face, but it’s like I can SENSE their emotions or something, and I’ve watched that person, in that window, just rest their head on their hand, watching me as I go and sit, as if they’re calm, and happy, and just enjoying my existence …

“personally, i would recommend that you find somewhere else to people watch and leave them alone.” I tried a few times to leave them alone … I don’t think they like that, LOL.

“there will definitely be other people that you can actually speak to who will willingly be your friend…” typically not in my “creepy” way though, but sure, I guess the void must stay …

“but i dont think some random person (who i assume is older than you)” yeah, they are.

“ working and staring vaguely out the window will be that person.” well they stare at a specific spot, but …

“also, the way you talk about teenagers reflects a harmful pattern of thought,” you mean, the jokes I make that I label as jokes, or the self-reflective psychology/analyzing I do about what I admit my big fear is? Or the ones where I end up info-dumping about how my bad experiences, or the ones liked by teenagers, especially teenage boys, who I more specifically complain about, at times? Nevermind about the likes, that could’ve been one of my 3+ teenage fans, they’re biased.

“so i hope you either are a teenager yourself or dont actually interact with any this way in your day to day life” Maybe I’m a teen, no guranteens though, LOL! Anyways, not sure how I interact with teens.

“(aside from your ghost).” How and why is it socially acceptable for me to treat him the way I do? And, like - like seriously, what makes him different? Am I treating him okay? Why can I just go around and be friends with him? Why are you not concerned?

“thank you for reading, thinking over and properly considering my words. hope youre doing alright otherwise.” than you, even though you basically insulted me. This was fun to debunk now that I CAN, and I don’t wanna come off as aggressive nor anything, I’m just confused, curious, and autistic as well. My friend actually has seen me quickly write things down after seeing them, SO many times, and this week I had someone looking at them - WHO WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT OBVIOUS - and they saw, and nothing changed. Like, I UNDERSTAND concern, but this is my office worker, and I’m their nepo baby …

Alternatively: "Thank you for your concern. As someone with Autism, my communication skills are not my best skill. It's difficult for me to recognize common social norms and body language. I don't mean to appear like a stalker. When someone or something catches my interest, my brain dedicates 100% of my focus to that. I have no control over what my brain finds interesting. I don't mean this person harm. Any social interaction is a huge struggle for me, so if my actions/thoughts appear harmful, it's not coming from a place rooted in malice. If the office worker or a coworker said something to me, I would act differently. I hope this helps you understand where I am coming from!"

#teenagers #office #vent

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mythicalwomansblog · 3 months ago

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There was a video on Instagram that said reading problematic fiction content affects your "subconscious" without you knowing.

A person replies, "Then you are taking away the concept of accountability from humans and saying we are not responsible for our behaviours. It's like saying serial killers like Ted Bundy did not kill women because he was a bad human being but he watched some 80's misogynistic movies, which alludes that he was not solely responsible for his own behaviour which is not true because millions of people watched those movies and they did not turn like him. It also waters down mental health and the psychology of human behaviour which is not plausible at all."

Another person replies, "I don't care about bad people at all! I care about the victims that would come out of this! Kids will read this and think this is normal and accept abuse from people! Have your kinks and such but stop writing it and making it accessible to teenage girls!!"

This is where we lost the plot.

Because why it's the author's responsibility to check if some teenagers are reading their stuff or not. Doesn't make an ounce of sense because authors cannot be present in every distribution of their book or media, do you want them to be present in every bookstore or library with an age scanner or something?

Also, what do you mean by "accessible"? Adult books have always been written as 18+ on the cover and the shelves of the books stores. Minors in most places cannot have a library card without the sign of their parents or school principal. Most sites are 18+ and whatnot. It's written in glowing words "You are a minor the themes here are not written for you please read something else." They can see it, yet they still come to those sites, mingling with grown adults and get surprised when the adults are talking about things that clearly only adults should talk about.

Also, I cannot believe people expect authors to act as their parents or something? Because it's the parent's job to monitor what kind of stuff their kid is reading or watching or what kind of people their kid is mingling with on the internet. Why do others have to make their content "kid friendly" because some random kid will download a pdf from Google of some obviously problematic books and get affected by it? It's their parent's job to make sure of that.

"Teenage girls read these things and will think abuse Is okay." That is not true at all because women have been brainwashed into thinking abuse is okay when they couldn't even read. They were barred from reading specifically because if they could read they would think the world is fucking unfair to them and form their own voices.

In Bengal (now India and Bangladesh) back in the 16th century, women were told that if they learnt English they would turn them into widows to stop them from reading. Being a widow in the Hindu religion used to be worse than death itself. Not only burning together with your husband was a ritual for some women but also having to fast twice a week without water, not being able to eat anything nutritious because well you were a widow. Tell me which book "normalised" it? Which book did these women read that "affected" their "subconscious" that made them endure this torture for 5 fucking centuries? Even now in the 21st century, widowed women in India wouldn't get married, the society wouldn't allow them. Which fucking book or movie is making them do that?

You have to understand that misogyny is not the cause of patriarchy, patriarchy is the cause of misogyny. Men did not turn violent overnight by some misogynistic movies or books, violence against women by men was the cause of those movies being made. You saying that teenage girls will "learn" to endure abuse through some Colleen Hoover book takes away the systematic oppression women have been enduring from the dawn of time for generations after generations.

These days I cannot watch any book reviews on YouTube because halfway through they would start preaching censorship. Which is absolutely horrifying. Censorship has been the weapon of fascism for years and years combined with deadly religious cults and puritans. If you are rejoicing that they censored "problematic" books, next they will censor your "unproblematic" media, then your voice, your eyes and ears and your humanity all because you let them censor something.

Instead of censoring media, censor the damn society. Beating the shit out of your brothers, fathers and male friends when they make rape jokes would solve a lot of problems than preaching censorship actually. Many of you never tried that.

#writing prompt #criticism #writing #creative writing

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what-if-nct · 1 year ago

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hiiii today's reminder is i watched the new Archies movie and it's simultaneously very bad and fun and visually interesting and has a few decent points it tries to make but emphasis on bad so very bad. it's blowing up because the leads are nepo babies proving talent skips a generation. everyone else in it has a pretty strong performance for a debut, but the main three are so unwaveringly bad throughout (I'll give Veronica her confrontation with her father, that was a decent performance, but the rest truly sucked) that it becomes damn near unwatchable. plus it's paced very badly, it feels like it could've been like 45 minutes shorter. and why they'd choose something as quintessentially American as the Archies comics to depict Anglo-Indian culture is beyond me. it ended up being neither english nor indian nor american, which might have worked in their favour if they didn't spend so much time talking about indian independence and patriotism and fuck the British except the ones that founded this town and whatnot. and the dancing dear lord. don't even get me started on how badly the dances were costumed. the 60s aesthetic doesn't work all that well on people with boobs, especially if you're giving them such big dance moves

… yeah i don't know why i watched it all the way through but i did so here we are

Hii, I havent seen it but due to it being an Archie remake I'm definitely going to trust your criticism but I might still give it a watch once i get Netflix i like to let nailed it episodes build up cause that's the only thing i watch on netflix. But yeah Archie comic remakes are very very hit or miss *cough* Riverdale*cough* I really want to know why though. Personally Sabrina the teenage witch is the best adaptation of the comics could be nostalgia or the 90s formula for movies and TV was just better. I personally couldn't watch the Netflix Sabrina past one episode my best friend said she didn't like the way witchcraft was showcased. And Sabrina the teenage witch wasn't in no way accurate but it was a fun twist on it. the craft is the most accurate depiction of witchcraft. Practical magic is kinda close though. And we've all seen Riverdale, and if you haven't good, don't unless you think Madeleine Petsch is pretty. That's the only reason I watched it. I really think remakes and adaptations should really be a once in a while thing. Like the mean girls one it's a movie of the musical based off the movie? What about just film a really nice version of the stage version instead of whatever's happening. Cause I liked the trailer but it just feels unnecessary? Also I personally prefer the movie Jawbreaker over mean girls. Which I think is actually the inspiration for mean girls cause it is way too similar minus the murder with a jawbreaker. But even if it's inspired it's still it's own stand alone movie with just a different plot just a similar idea. Why can't current movies do that. But the jawbreaker scene with Rose McGowan, her boyfriend and a popsicle was iconic. It inspired a Taeyong fic I wrote on my fic blog I never post on cause it's hard to write fics sometimes but I try there's so many unfinished ones. Also I can only write Taeyong and Jungwoo submissive and needy for some reason.

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lovemesomesurveys · 1 year ago

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How old were you when you learned how to drive? I don't drive.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? What was the baby’s name? Yeah, I've been to a few.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? My mom took me majority of the time, but occasionally my dad or aunt did.

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I think I'm a good listener.

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. My physical appearance? Uh, like everything. My smile is a big one.

What’s in your purse right now? I use a mini backpack, which right now has my wallet, a thing with some of my medicine, a 2 pack of Reese's (lol), and a Barbie pin I still need to put on the front of my backpack.

Do you vote in your country’s elections? Yes.

What was your first kiss like? It was unexpected and awkward, but I was just giddy about having had my first kiss. It's not like I had anything to compare it to.

Shuffle your music and skip twice. What song is playing? Nah.

Have you ever been a freelancer? No.

What mood were you in when you woke up today? I felt okay.

What storey is your bedroom on? I live in a one-story house.

What gifts do you usually receive at Easter? Gift cards and something like a stuffed animal and/or a shirt.

Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? I use the calendar app to remind me when my bills are due, and I also use the notes and reminders app for stuff.

Who was the last person you sent an email to? I don't recall the last time I sent an email.

Are there any posters in your bedroom? Yeah, I have a few canvas painting and framed ones. Most of them are giraffes, but I also have some beach ones, a couple paintings my uncle did for me, and a Stranger Things poster (the well-known ABCs on the wall one with the strung lights).

What was your favourite fairytale as a kid? I've always liked Alice in Wonderland.

Is there anything in your freezer that you really need to get rid of? I have no idea what's even in my freezer. I'm still mostly bedridden and need help transferring and when I'm up in my chair checking the freezer isn't something I've had a need to do in awhile. I just haven't had a reason to; if I want something I'd just ask someone.

Have you ever played Second Life? No. I'm a Sims gal.

What do you like about the town or city you live in? Just the fact a lot of my family is here.

What do you dislike about the town or city you live in? My town is awful. It's not known for anything good.

Are your parents good cooks? Yes.

What’s the first thing you notice about a person? >> this will vary from person to person <<<

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? I have not.

What is your favourite museum? I don't have a particular favorite, though I've only been to a few. I enjoy historical type ones with artifacts and whatnot. I think I'd love The Smithsonian if I ever get to go one day. I love all that kind of stuff.

Do you know anyone who is an actor? No.

Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? I had those taken out when I was a young teenager.

How many weddings have you been to? Just three.

Do you watch Youtube? What channels do you like? I watch a shit ton of YouTube. I'm subscribed to many channels of various types. I like ASMR (a lot of ASMR channels), vlogs/lifestyle, hauls, mukbangs, abandoned places, Disney history and related stuff.... stuff like that.

What’s your alcohol of choice? Barf, none. I don't drink.

Have you ever used a public pay phone? Yeah. It was like back in 2010, I think. The community college I attended had a few and I needed to use it cause my phone had died.

Which one item would you save from your burning house? This is such a hard question cause I'd wanna try and grab so many things.

Do you have a Twitter account? Yeah, or "X" as it's called now. *eye roll* I don't go on it much anymore.

What is your hair like right now? Short and no real style to it right now. I'm in the process of growing it out after cutting it like pixie cut short over a year ago for reasons. It's in that awkward phase, but it is starting to really grow out.

How do you like your eggs cooked? Over-easy, scrambled, hard boiled, deviled, egg salad. I like eggs.

What’s the longest you’ve been without showering? A few months while in the hospital. Like an actual shower I mean. I had bed baths of course.

Name one of your guilty pleasure songs. I didn't want to admit to liking some Justin Bieber songs at first like when his Purpose album came out. lol. I don't care now.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? No. I've never tried to learn or attempt to.

What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? I have a few high credit card payments. :X

#text #personal #survey #surveys

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menlove · 2 years ago

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hi i’ve been on tumblr since 2011 so here’s some of the stupidest discourses i’ve been involved in (and fret not, people are still fucking stupid)

when frozen came out there was a really popular frozen fanfic in which elsa was a modern depressed teenager on reddit. i’m not joking. it was everywhere. i said it wasn’t that good. the author deleted bc of this one piece of mild criticism in a sea of praise and fanart. they were an adult, i was like 13. i got death threats and people telling me they hoped i got cancer.

one time when i was like 15 or 16 i made a post saying "tag the state you think sounds most made up mine is oklahoma" very obviously meaning had cryptid vibes/whatnot. i got at least 5 essays from white people telling me i was being racist towards native americans for mocking their languages. my grandma is navajo and mexican.

one time i called luke skywalker gay and the post broke containment. straight people were livid. mara jade fans wanted my head. i was sexist, homophobic, biphobic, racist, a snowflake, everything else.

another time i called a canonically gay male character gay instead of bi and people lost their fucking minds. i'm bisexual.

another time (and bear with me this gets a lil weird if you weren't in the fandom) i had a headcanon that a demon from good omens was a fallen archangel. it broke containment and became The headcanon. people wanted to see me hung and quartered for this. someone said i was being a capitalist. i was blocked by many people for this headcanon. neil g*iman himself responded to it but someone sent the wrong archangel name and this caused more discourse.

one time i made a post asking if you were an xyz gay but the theme was fanfiction and ppl said i was saying every gay person on earth read fanfiction, mocked me for being a virgin (i was not), and accused my friend of pedophilia bc they responded to them. a 19 year old.

made a shitty uquiz saying "pick some men but it gets progressively worse" and got accused of hating men bc i said abusers were bad actually and made light fun of benedict cumberbatch. also one result was "do you like men? if you do you just have the same vibes as lesbians which is a compliment they're cool" and got called all sorts of things for that one. again, i am bisexual.

there is so much more for every post that has gotten more than 1k notes i can promise you there is the weirdest discourse you have ever seen in your life hiding in the notes

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🔥🔥🔥 im loving this

( send the fire emoji for an unpopular opinion )

1 - this isn't that unpopular but ... the current trend of everything being remakes, sequels, reboots or prequels is just - so incredibly disheartening to me. don't get me wrong, there's plenty i'm excited for - but nearly every upcoming disney film falls under the above categories & i'm just tired of hardly seeing original ideas anymore. & then when there IS (this is more specific to disney but also kinda in general) they're marketed horribly & flop & bomb at the box office so there's no incentive to make more ... & it's just a cycle i'm tired of seeing

2 - if someone likes/watches/reads/sings/whatever else something or someone or whatever that's problematic ... that does not automatically make them a bad person or say they have those same opinions or whatever or whatnot. i am so TIRED of seeing things that basically say 'if you like x you're a horrible person & no one should love you'. people can like something that's problematic bc they enjoy the universe or the art or the story that's being told or whatever. if they're not harming anything by liking it - why does it even matter?

3 - this probably sounds slightly hypocritical with above but ... there ARE lines that shouldn't be crossed, even in fiction - unless it's to tell a story - it doesn't matter if it's not real. there's certain things i don't think should be portrayed or shown or normalized in any manner. just bc it's fiction, there's been multiple things that have shown fictional things can bleed into the real world & cause bad things. idk i'm not wording this right but i hope it makes sense

4 - i was gonna do only three for the three emojis but i'm adding this one bc i thought of it - ... GIVE FICTIONAL TEENAGERS, OR EVEN REAL LIFE ONES, A FUCKING BREAK! THEY ARE TEENAGERS! THEY'RE STILL KIDS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! yes they might be old enough to know right from wrong, etc, etc. BUT THEY ARE STILL GROWING & LEARNING & IMPROVING! GIVE THEM TIME! THEY'RE GONNA BE STUPID & SELFISH! YOU JUST GOTTA ACCEPT THAT! also if you're a fully grown adult why is a fictional 16 year old pissing you off that bad anyways. like maybe you need to talk to someone ...

#( a pathological people pleaser // mun answers )#childrenofslumber

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Ok like kinda random sorry but this is a constant bit of brainrot I had and I saw you saying something sorta similar to it so here I am.

Also, sorry this is so long. I talk about this constantly but its one of my favorite things in concept and is super interesting and really gets me going. And also it's super frustrating

The way the larger dsmp fandom treats dream absolutely drives me nuts. Like, in my eyes, he's changed so much. Like, was he a good person when he was younger, no. But that is mostly due to his environment and then some continued ignorance, but that's normal. When you're raised to believe one thing, it takes a lot to unlearn. And he has. He isn't the same person he was when he was 16, even 20 y/o him is very different

But what drives me absolutely insane, especially as an ex-sbi main (I still love the cc's but the fandom is awful), Wilbur is Dream's foil.

So like, but foil I mean the English literature concept of two characters/people who are mirror images of each other but at some point made a slightly different desicion and therefore turned out different

Honestly there so much I could say about all this, like about the environment they were both raised in and how SBI and dteam as a whole are actually very interesting foils but this is just about Wilbur and Dream

Wilbur when he was Dream's age, was pretty much exactly like Dream. Just, not a good person, saying things he shouldn't and whatnot. Wilbur has said he doesn't like who he used to be. Wilbur changed, and his fans accept that.

But Wilbur stans will praise Wilbur as this morally better person, more *pure*. And he's not, he's the same if not maybe worse (I have a friend who is very disappointed in some of Wilbur's inaction when it comes to his friends but I never noticed this so I won't comment, just this might be a more general feeling)

Wilbur has the infamous line of "teenage girls can't enjoy anything" which great amazing agreed needs to be said.

But they sing a different time when Dream says that he supports stan and stan culture because stans get a bad rep. They say that stans are evil and are crazy and shouldn't exist. But teenage girls makeup a huge part of stan culture. Pick one. You don't get to cheer Wilbur and boo Dream for the same statement.

They look at Wilbur and see only good. And then they look at Dream and see only bad, when he was the same age as their precious golden boy when he made similar mistakes. The only difference being Dream was unfortunately more online and for Dream age 18 was only 5 years ago and for Wilbur that was 8 years ago.

This one has a little less meaning, but this opinion would get me flamed alive on twitter. I would rather listen to Roadtrip over all of Are You Alright. The only song I liked on there was cause for concern and they mixed it poorly.

And twitter would flame me for having an opinion cause it's Dream and Wilbur.

And it drives me insane. I hate it, your streamer is no better nor no worse than mine (sidenote, I hate the concept of morality among the streamers cause they're just people at the end of the day and yes some of them can turn sour but overall most streamers are pretty solid)

But it gets worse cause once, maybe end of summer 2021, a video surfaced of Wilbur saying the t-slur. And yes there was immediate backlash, but also there was "lets wait and see what Wilbur says" meanwhile for anything Dream does, there is no grace offered. The same people who extended an olive branch to Wilbur flames Dream alive and then refuses to listen to a word he says. I hate it, I hate that side of the fandom and what it's become.

Sorry for this mini-essay lmao. Honestly I could go on for hours about all of this but this is probably more than you wanted to read on a Friday night kekw

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hey king not sure why you sent this to me specifically bc i can’t even think of the last time i said anything abt wilbur but slay! speak your truth

but also the point about are you alright is SO REAL like wilbur’s music/lovejoy is for the most part on my opinion a bit better written than a lot of the drusic both lyrically and in regards to like musical complexity or whatever but genuinely other than the last few things he’s put out, i’d listen to mask and road trip anyway because i hate the way wilbur uses his voice and i hate the way they’re mixed soooo much like i don’t get why they made the choices they did because so many of these songs sound good live!! but the recording is a mess

#sorry i’m a music person #but anyway yeah this is so fair like everyone’s journey is different and everyone is okay with different things but at least develope some #consistent morals goddamn #asks #anon

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mangodestroyer · 2 years ago

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Analysis like this is why Crowley and Azirphale are my current hyperfixation. You're right, there really is so much to unpack. I sometimes have to wonder about Neil, even Terry, at times. Moreso Neil Gaiman though because I've read his books (but haven't yet read a Terry Pratchett book), and I find it interesting how there appears to be themes of characters going through some adverse interpersonal relationships. Especially with parents. Is everything alright, Neil?

I personally find neurodiversity and cPTSD to be a bit of a nightmare at times. Oh, don't get me wrong, I do get along well with some people. Not everyone in my life has hurt me. But enough people have. I've stopped masking my communication disorder as much because I've found that the only worthwhile people are those who love me when I'm being myself. And I actually find that people love me more when I embrace the things that make me different. Being guarded and repressing my true identity seems to be something that lets the wrong people in and scared off people who might have actually wanted to get to know me. So yeah, like I've said, there's a lot of work to do. Learning how to be a healthy human being and whatnot.

And again, these two are now my hyperfixation. I mean, I am so utterly OBSESSED. I've never been so fascinated by two fictional characters. Never in my life did I ever think I'd look at an angel and a demon working together to stop Armageddon and say, "We have so much in common!"

It's also just sometimes hard not to go on long tangents about them when someone brings up something I've been thinking about. Or never acknowledged before but find fascinating.

And you know what? Because Crowley and Aziraphale seem so much like neurodivergent humans who came from abusive households, it was impossible for me not to start writing a human AU analyzing what I think they'd be like as, well, humans! Oh, sure, I also used it as an excuse to work through my own problems trauma dump through my favorite characters, but there really is more to it than that. Because there are so many other things that kind of make Crowley and Aziraphale stand out from the other angels and demons. So they are neurodivergent and have trauma. In the human AU, I have also made them atheist/agnostic. Because they seem like the celestial version of that as well. I put a lot of thought into how they'd navigate a human world without supernatural powers, what their life experiences would be, what they'd be like if they were young (they're in their 20's in this fic rather than being middle aged like their actors), and so much more.

And let me tell you, I have also fallen so much in love with their human versions. Like, I'm sorry, but I love the idea of young Crowley being edgy at times cause he hasn't processed his trauma yet (he's not supposed to be abusive or anything, he just sometimes gets very cynical about stuff, tries to act like he's cool and put together and failing miserable at that, and unfortunately failing to be mindful of others at times because of neurodiversity, depression getting him stuck in his own head, and realizing he needs to learn more about the world and still has some growing up to do). Also, he's a dork at times cause of his youth and lack of experience with shit (after all, this Crowley didn't have 6,000 years to figure stuff out). It'd probably make more sense when actually written out. The early 20's are just odd, especially when you're from a rough background and are neurodivergent because you are an adult. But you don't feel like one. You still feel like a child. So while you are more mature than a teenager, you still struggle with handling adulthood. And you sometimes still have blunders. Or maybe that's just been my own experience. As a ND adult. Maybe NTs do have it easier (but I'm not sure about that either cause I've had older people tell me that when they were my age, they were still having some angst and struggling to "get" it, and these people are NT). Idk, maybe I just feel like early 20's angst doesn't get enough attention in stories.

I'm not really sure how to describe my Aziraphale. He's just... Aziraphale. So perfectly Aziraphale. I love Aziraphale! He's intelligent. He hyperfixates on things. And Crowley is more than happy to let him do so cause he likes seeing how passionate he can get. He's also sassy. He's kind most of the time, but I want to believe that he is capable of saying something that stings if you really upset him (kind of feel bittersweet and nervous about the chapter where this is relevant, but I think it is necessary to add this into my story as it goes back to the whole being inexperienced thing, trauma stunting you, ND causing embarrassing mistakes and disheartening results, and showing the protag is flawed and needs to figure shit out). But let me tell you, while he's not exactly smooth with everyone, I just like the idea of him sometimes being smooth with Crowley. It's a trope and a take on the character I like seeing in other fics. Even if Crowley sometimes teases him in canon (he teases him in my fic too). So he's not always smooth. He's just another weird (in a good way) adult who appreciates the soft dork Crowley actually is deep down.

I'm sorry, this story has been living in my head rent free for a while now. It's an extension of my GOs brainrot. Like I said, these two are literally consuming my soul. And when I do see human AUs, it's often these two in middle age. There actually isn't a whole lot of young Crowley and Aziraphale. And I think that's a shame because there is so much you can do with that. And also, it would be adorable. I can't even put it into words right now why it feels so special to me. It just makes me so oddly nostalgic for them because it's young (but not immature) love. And it's wholesome. And I wish I could experience it irl.

Like you said, lots to unpack. Lots of brainrot to be had.

I am certain no one has seen Aziraphale before Crowley.

The archangels look at him, but their vaguely-disgusted sneers and veneer smiles were already affixed as firmly as their hands are clasped together. They look at him, but they don't see him.

I'm certain that when Crowley looks at him curiously, it doesn't make him feel bothered, it makes him feel SEEN.

#good omens

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twstmemories · 3 years ago

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I loved the meeting their future child request. Can I request the same but for the first years please.

-- ! a lot of people really love that particular request (￣▽￣*)ゞ it's the most liked one out of all the posts i have! so have another round of flustered people featuring the first years this time! // The urge to rewrite sebeks part in particular but also not, yes I'm still very much suffering from: how can people like what i currently write

✧ first years meeting their future child

✧ headcanons following a small drabble

Would probably have 2 children if circumstances allowed it, influenced by his own experience with his own brother when he was younger. A few years apart as well! Both children would probably inherit most of his traits, stubborn and mischevious personality too. Totally not influenced by their father, not at all.

100% would at first think the kid that's before him is his brothers child. It's a valid thought! He's 7 years older than himself, and Ace is away from home too, his brother getting a child is possible! ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : )

Until he realizes that it takes 9 months for a kid to be born, let alone years for them to be at the age of this child in front of him, which Ace assumes is around 8 or so. And he does return home for vacations and he's never seen his brother with a lover let alone a pregnant one. ╮(￣ω￣;)╭

He wonders why he even comes to the conclusion that the child before him is somehow related to him. He feels some sort of familial bond with them, but he has no clue how. He hasn't met them, he hasn't even seen them in any family picture that has a lot of photos. Not once has he seen the child that looks like a split image of his own child self before.

"... So, are you a distant relative?" he asks after a long silence, keeping a safe distance away from the child whose currently jumping around in his bed, deciding to rather sit down on Deuce's bed. After meeting them, he didn't have the heart to leave them alone since they looked so lost. The child doesn't answer him, and Ace only groans: "At least answer me!" and the child stops jumping around, turns around to look at him with a smirk that scarily mirrors his own: "Wow, I didn't know you were this stupid back when you were just a teenager, dad." and Ace almost screams in confusion at the title.

"Haha, that's not possible at all! Me? A dad? So soon? Wait how old are you even?!" Ace shrieks in a whisper, not wanting to cause a ruckus and make everyone come into his room. He doesn't have the energy to actually try to explain how the child before him, who looks like an exact copy of him is in fact his child, from the future, who somehow ended up here and no he did not kidnap him!

"Nuh-uh, not telling you!" the child sing-songs, continuing to jump around without a care in the world. Like he's not in a timeline he's not supposed to be in, or the fact that he may have no way to get back home. Why isn't this child panicking?

"I didn't know you were such a serious person back in the day, dad." And I didn't know that my future kid has such a mouth on them.

Ace sighs, "It's not every day that you somehow stumble upon a kid that looks exactly like you and claim that they're your kid. Give me a break, please. It's taking every muscle in my body to not run for help because trying to explain," Ace huffs, gesturing towards the kid that has now started to look around curiously: "All this! To the dorm leader is enough of a headache already!"

The child before him only laughs, hopping over to Ace before jumping into his arms, all giggly and whatnot: "Then, let's take a nap!" they suggest, and Ace just stares at them in shock: "No- No we're not taking a nap we're finding a way for you to get home to your actual time!" but the child only hums and falls down onto the bed, already making themselves comfortable.

And as annoyed Ace is, he can't find it in himself to actually wake up the child that's holding onto his pinky and has already started to doze off. Groaning and ruffling his hair in annoyance: "Fine, one fast nap," he grumbles.

By the time he woke up, the child and the memory of meeting them was already gone. Only the slight warmth of a small hand gripping his pinky remaining.

Will most likely have 1 child. 1 child that he adores so much and pampers way too much. Deuce's mother also pampering the child just as much. Even so they didn't grow up spoiled, but rather timid, a stark contrast to Deuce own past as a delinquent.

Will probably bump into his kid quite literally, similarly to how he bumped into Epel since this boy is looking straight forward and not down. So when he feels something bump into his leg, he will look down only to be faced with a tiny child. Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)

And he panics. Because the child before him looks like they're about to cry. Crouching down and fussing over them. Are they okay? Does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Where are your parents? But when the child sniffles, trying to brush away the oncoming tears they just clutch latch onto him and Deuce is very confused.

And then they call him dad. And he's back to panicking: "Did you hit your head?!" he accidentally squeaks out. Ace is beside him laughing his ass off: "Deucey ~ I didn't know you were that type!" and Deuce is just glaring at him: "Don't just stand there and laugh, help me out!" but then the child notices Ace and calls him uncle and that's when he also panics with Deuce. (￣▽￣)/

Deuce, a dad? Uncle Ace? Who is this kid? They're scrambling around and asking each other questions: "But he looks like you, Deuce! The same hair colour and even have the same eye colour!" Ace eventually points out during the mental breakdown they're both experiencing. Deuce needs to take a good look before he realizes that, oh. Oh, Ace was absolutely right. But when the boy asks why they look like so young, the duo manages to somehow put two and two together: "From the future?!"

"Ya know, he's kinda cute. It's a stark contrast to this bad boy Deucey over there having a midlife crisis," Ace wheezes out, on the floor playing with the boy who is apparently Deuce's child. Deuce only pacing back and forth inside the room, trying to think up some sort of solution to this situation.

"Should I tell Riddle-senpai? Would he even believe that this kid here is my future child?" Deuce mutters, the kid whose been playing with Ace sensing their dads internal struggle and shuffling over, tugging on Deuce pant leg with worry: "Dad, is me being here bad?" an arrow shot through the heart.

And Deuce feels the parental and familial urge to console this kid and he never knew he could feel like this, bending down and just patting the child on the head: "No, no! It's not bother at all!" Well it actually is, you're not supposed to be here right now, but I can't tell that to a kid?!

"Why don't I just go out and get help?" Ace suggests, and Deuce just glares at him: "I feel like that will rouse just more questions than I will get answers!" Deuce cries out, falling flat onto the ground, not having the energy to stop Ace from leaving the room. The child only looks down for a bit, before climbing on top of Deuce's stomach, a groan escaping the man from the added weight: "I'm sorry for the trouble," is the only thing they murmur, and Deuce feels even more awful, pushing himself up to pat the child on the back: "Shh, I'm not mad at all, why don't you take a nap and when you wake up again everything will be fine?"

Seeing the child doze off, Deuce lets out a long held in sigh, leaning against the bedside as he continues to pat the child on the back, eyes closing as well.

He's later woken up by a confused Ace asking why he's sleeping on the floor. The memory of the encounter gone from both of their heads.

For some reason I see Jack having a handful of children, probably because the animal he associates with also give birth to a handful of cubs. At least 3 I imagine.

Very protective of them, it's in his nature after all. And even when he's faced with a child he has no idea where they've come from, he feels that protectiveness surface. ( ◡‿◡ *)

He can sense that they're nearby, but hiding from him. So he stops up when he's alone and he's made sure no one is close before he turns towards the direction of the child: "It's alright, there's nothing scary here. Why don't you come out?" he asks, crouching down to make himself more approachable. ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

What he doesn't expect however, is for the child to take one step out of the bushes, see him and quite literally run towards him. Eyes sparkling in relief and Jack almost jumps back from how trusting the wolf child before him is, reaching up to wrap their small arms around his neck.

Jack is very confused. He's glad that the child before him trusts him, but this quickly? At the same time he feels some strange relief settle in. Almost like the child belongs in his arms? But when the child looks up at him and calls him dad, the missing pieces and emotions piece together immediately and he's running back to the dorm. Bursting into the lounge area to find Leona for once alone. And it takes one annoyed glance over at Jack, and seeing the child that looks a lot like him cradled in Jacks arms for Leona to sigh: "... Again?" and Jack is even more confused: "What do you mean again, Leona-senpai?"

"... A dream?" Jack mutters in disbelief, the child already fast asleep on his lap, clutching onto the back of his shirt tightly: "Wait you've encountred something like this too, Leona-senpai?!"

Leona only grunts, observing the child on Jack's lap: "Sorta. It feels more like a dream. I don't remember how they look like, let alone what happened. This is all just a strange sense of deja-vu, seeing you in this position," is the only thing Leona says before getting up: "Why not just indulge the kid? Both of us won't remember anything after all."

And with that information dump, Jack is left alone dumbfounded and confused at how casual Leona sounded while explaining such a weird phenomenom. Not batting an eye that there's a literal child, that's Jacks future child at that is currently in this timeline. But before Jack can truly wrap his head around the whole situation, he can hear the soft whines of the child on his lap, indicating that they're about to wake up.

And it feels weird, being met with a pair of golden eyes that's exactly like his, and the emotions surging forth from holding onto this tiny being that's not even supposed to be here resurface. The feeling of wanting to protect and give this small kid he knows nothing about everything they want, but he's not supposed to feel this yet. Not when he hasn't even found his lover. And as wrong as it feels, it's almost like a sneak peek on what the future will hold. A feeling he will soon forget.

So Jack makes the most out of it, let his future child enjoy time with his current self. Answering every question, running around and playing around with them. Even letting the child climb all over him because: "Dad, you were already this strong when you were only a teenager?!" and the sparkling eyes filled with amazement and respect makes Jack realize just how much this child before him admires the him in the future. And a strange sense of pride wells up in him.

And then the sudden want to sleep overtakes him, just like Leona had told him hours ago. So Jack hold the child tightly as he falls asleep, but he wakes up to no memory of what has happened the entire day.

One child as well! A daughter that inherits his cute looks... And fierce personality. Learnt from the best! Epel grows from being cute, to being pretty! So he makes use of that pretty face of his, and his daughter has a front-row seat to all that! She also inherits his manner of speaking whenever older Epel gets agitated.

The one that stumbles upon his daughter isn't actually he himself, but Epel will find his daughter in the pomefiore dorm lounge, sitting on Vil's lap with Rook on the side. He is incredibly confused as to why there's suddenly a child in the dorm. Especially because Vil hasn't mentioned anything happening today. (￢￢)

Rook will coo over the child, calling her such a cute apple, whereas Vil will just observe the child, softly answering any questions she might have. Sometimes reprimanding her manner of speaking and the loudness of her voice.

When all three eventually notice Epel frozen at the entrance, the girl who was previously situatued on Vil's lap jumps off and runs over to Epel, arms already stretched out and latching onto his waist: "Dad!" and Epel shortcircuits, blabbering and stuttering incoherent words, forgetting to speak politely out of sheer shock. ∑(O_O;)

Someone help him. Because Rook is too busy cooing at the scene and even Vil finds some sort of enjoyment watching Epel be so flustered. The young girl is literally half of Epel's size and it takes a good look at her features before Epel raises a confused eyebrow: "Why do you look so similar to me?" He was so shocked about the title of dad he forgot it immediately. Tell him once again and that's when it fully registers in his brain.

"Vil, that expression of yours is making me curious. You look strangely sentimental watching Epel around this child," Rook muses, eyes never leaving Epel as he's doing his best to not look so confused around this child who both Vil and Rook claimed to be his daughter.

"I wonder why myself," Vil mutters, a small smile playing on his lips: "Seeing the little potato in that position makes me strangely nostalgic, almost like a deja-vu," he adds as an afterthought. Vague memories of a past dream resurfacing, confirming his thoughts, but not telling him what he wants.

"Dad, I had no idea you were so small when you were attending school!" the small girl comments, not realizing what kind of dagger she just stabbed onto Epel with that comment: "Am I taller in the future then?" Epel has just resigned himself to this weird situation, letting his future daughter drag him down the hall of Pomefiore: "Ya bet! But according to everyone in town, you just became prettier and less cute as well! You also showed me a bunch of pictures too, so you can't deny it!"

Epel doesn't know if he should feel honored or insulted by whatever comment his daughter is giving him, watching her babble on without a care in the world. A stark contrast to how he has to hold himself back in the present: "Ah, Dad I have a request!" halting, the girl turns around and hugs Epel once again around the waist, his own arms wrapping around her shoulder instinctively. Tilting his head to the side, he raises an eyebrow in question: "What's up?"

"Let me fly on a broom with you!" and whose Epel to deny such a fun request.

Which is why he finds himself at the courtyard of where P.E is usually held, flying around while hearing the excited screams of his daughter whose holding onto his waist. Laughing in glee as Epel twirls and flips the broom every now and then.

When they land back on the ground, his daughter is still giggling, lips parted in a wide smile while holding onto his hand: "Hehe, that was so much fun!" and Epel smiles softly at how peaceful she looks.

Epel feels the girls hand leave his own when a soft glow starts to surround them. Looking down at the girl, she only smiles softly back at him: "I had a lot of fun today! Even though we won't remember what happened! Thanks, dad!" and before she fully disappears, she jumps up and wraps her arms around his neck, squeezing hard that Epel stumbles back onto the ground.

And when the bright light reduces and Epel gets his vision back, he only blinks in confusion: "... Why am I out here? I swear I was on the way back to Pomefiore..."

I feel like Sebek would have at most 2 children. And while those children will probably also serve as Malleus' bodyguard, their attitude would probably be a bit more laid-back than their fathers, much to Sebek's dismay. Σ(°ロ°)

But another unfortunate soul who won't be the first one to meet their child, but rather walk in on none other than Malleus Draconia carrying his child on one arm.

Is in shock, utter disbelief and worried. Is it a child assassin?! But before Sebek can intervene, the child is already wriggling out of Malleus' grasp, which makes Sebek worry even more. But instead of running away from the man, they're running straight towards him with a huge smile on their face. (つ≧▽≦)つ

"Father!" and every thought on how this child could've been an assassin leaves Sebek's mind because: "What did you just call me, child?!" He's scrambling back against the wall, the child halting when their own father jumps away from them in shock, confusion written all over their face before they burst out laughing.

And then the child turns toward Malleus with a smile: "Malleus-sama, you weren't joking when you assumed that my dad would react like this upon seeing me," is all they say, Malleus laughing along with them and Sebek is looking between the two while they interact, mind all fuzzy and jumbled.

"You mean to tell me, that this child," Sebek begins, picking up his child like it was some sort of ragdoll, the aforementioned child only dangling in the air not moving, most likely finding this whole situation funny: "Is mine? Mine from the future?" he questions. Malleus, who has already sat back down on the throne nodding: "Indeed, I do wonder how they managed to wound up here though."

Sebek only stares at the child with wide eyes: "You do have one more child though, Father," is all the child he's holding says. For once, Sebek is too stunned to speak and that does surprise both Malleus and weirdly enough, his child: "Woah, this is the first time I haven't seen dad so passionate, this much be a real shock."

Malleus lets out a deep laugh at that, "Ahh, how great to see that the future may change a bit," he muses, waving Sebek away: "Why don't you indulge your child a bit, Sebek? I'll make sure to send them home by the end of the day," and before Sebek can intervene, Malleus has already disappeared.

Which means that Sebek is alone with this child. Now he's sure the future Sebek will be a great father, being that the current Sebek is surrounded by great people he admires and he's sure to honor the advice he will receive through the years.

But none of the current advices he has mentions taking care of a child. So he just carries them on his shoulder while he goes and does his normal duties at the dorm. From doing the heavy lifting needed for the day to practicing his magic. The child on his shoulders watching in amazement: "Father, you were still this hardworking even back in the day?"

And when he's done, Sebek for once, just sits down and relaxes. Starts to talk to his child and they don't seem to mind, climbing onto his lap to make themselves comfortable.

"You talk a lot about Malleus-sama even in the future you know," they comment, turning around to grin at Sebek who only huffs his chest in pride. But as they begin to talk, for once, Malleus isn't on Sebek's mind. Rather he's amazed by the vast knowledge the child before him has: "And as annoying as it is at times when you blab on about Malleus-sama," they start, Sebek looking very offended, but before he can butt in, they start to talk again: "But right now, and in the future, you're still so amazing! You usually bragged about how you were back in school, but now seeing it for myself, you really are amazing!"

Sebek can forgive the fact that his childs straightforwardness, he probably got that from him too.

And when the time comes for Malleus to send him home, Sebek almost feels a bit sentimental, crouching down to ruffle their hair: "See you in the future then, one day," is all Sebek says. The child blinks before smiling, hugging Sebek tightly who only awkwardly hugs back before they suddenly vanish with a snap of a finger from Malleus.

And the moment they were gone, Sebek's memory of them were also gone.

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pocoyo-yo · 3 years ago

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[Urges- Shinichiro x F!Reader]

Summary: Y/N is doing a carwash as a way to make some extra cash during the summer and a very attractive man let's her wash his motorcycle. The situation quickly escalates from washing this mystery man's motorcycle to so much more.

Warnings: smut, F/M, oral sex, vaginal intercourse, rude language, smoking, slight degradation, praise, car sex, public sex, doggy style, missionary, squirting

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

You sat down on the curb and waved the last car goodbye while counting the money you had earned so far.

It was summer, the time where little kids ran lemonade stands and teenagers got their first 9/5 or started babysitting. But what do the adults do? Either keep watch of their kids, go out, or work because they don't have a summer break. Now what do the young adults do? Party. Especially if they're in college, it was the perfect time to party since they had a summer break...or they got a job. The later was you, you are now in your junior going on senior year of college and need a job to save up money. You had an internship for bit that played for the first semester but you weren't making nearly enough to pay for the rest.

You were wallowing in student debt and your bestfriend suggested that you join her carwash. Now everybody knows what homemade carwashes do and how they really get customers. They look hot. Guys would be shirtless and let the sweat define their muscles to gain traction and women would do it bikinis, two pieces, short shorts, and tank tops that will definitely show some things if they get wet.

Your bestfriend had no shame and she was the real reason you got customers at first. Then after like a week she said she was 'retiring' because she started seeing some guy that she washed a car for, said he had a good dick, was hot, had a funny personality and whatnot. She was thinking about ending the whole carwash thing but you were so desperate for cash that you told her that you'd gladly take over.

Honestly you wish you hadn't.

The amount you made depended on the size of the car, you already didn't do trucks and made some exceptions with jeeps since it was just you.

[Small car wash = 5 dollars

Small car dry = 3 dollars

Medium car wash= 7 dollars

Medium car dry = 5 dollars

Large car wash= 10 dollars

Large car dry= 8 dollars

Trucks = x

Most Jeeps = x ]

[ !!!NO REFUNDS!!! ]

"Alright so I made 24 dollars and I've been doing this for four hours...fuck my life," You folded up the money and shoved it in your pocket. "Since it's just me I had to raise the prices on the bigger cars now nobody's comin'." You went back under your tent that you and your bestfriend had set up and popped open the cooler. You grabbed a soda and chugged that like you hadn't had a drink in ages. A loud horn filled your ears and you jumped a bit causing you to spill your soda on your t-shirt. You groaned and looked over at the traffic begin to pile up before thinking actually about what this could bring. "Yes...traffic!" You set your soda down on the cooler and threw off your t-shirt, leaving you in just a tank top and shorts.

Traffic meant people might actually pay attention to your carwash and go there to pass some time. It was a 50/50 chance but still worth a shot.

You left the tent and heard a loud roar from a vehicle. You couldn't tell what and that's when you saw a motorcycle pull out of the traffic and into the parking lot that led to your carwash. You had seen that motorcycle before, it circled around this area lot. They used the parking lot to just drive around in and do tricks. You watched as they turned the corner and slowed down as they approached you before completely coming to a stop.

The person riding the motorcycle looked at your sign for second then at you. They said something that you couldn't make out and I guess your face told them that, seeing that they chuckled and took of their helmet.

It was a man. Not just any man, a pretty man. You had met your fair share of attractive men during this job but with just one look at his face you almost dropped the bucket in your hand.

"Heh...I said do you do motorcycles?" He repeated and you examined it. "Well I mean...yeah. I've never done one before but I could try," You looked up at him and he smiled softly as a response which caused you to quickly advert your eyes. "Shit...um alright I'll make an exception just for you, I fuck something up you can get your money back." You said and the man laughed again, "Sounds like a good deal...am I special?" You stood back up straight and looked him up and down. He had messy black hair, black eyes, and pale skin. He wore a plain white t-shirt and baggy pants- unexpected for the summer time. "Maybe." You hummed and noticed his lips form a grin.

He didn't say anything and just got off of the motorcycle, helmet in hand. The man turned it off and pulled out the key, placing it in his pocket.

"Let's see...I'll agree to $8 for the wash?" You offered and he swiftly pulled out his wallet. He took out a couple dollar bills and flipped through them before handing them to you. You took the money and counted it, counted it again, and counted it again. "Sweetheart, this is $12?" You pointed out and his cheeks were now tinted pink.

"Call it a tip, miss..."

"L/N Y/N, mister..."

"Sano Shinichiro, call me Shinichiro."

"Alright then call me Y/N."

"'Kay." He watched you set down the bucket and hurry into the tent, placing the money along with the rest into your jar and shutting it tightly. "Hey Shinichrio! You can stay in here since it's not like cars where you can just sit inside and not get wet!" You shouted and he nodded, sliding his wallet back in his pocket. He gave his motorcycle a good smack and then pulled out a a pack of cigarettes. "Do you allow smoking?" He asked as he approached the tent and you nodded towards the wall of the tent. "Do it outside of the tent." You told him and Shinichiro left the tent with a wave like he wasn't going to see you again even though you'd be right outside.

You sighed and puffed out your cheeks. "This is bull..." You walked out of the tent and was met with the scorching sun once again. You made your way towards his motorcycle and then stood in front of it. "What kind is it?" You questioned while lathering the sponge in the soapy water. "Ah," He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out smoke into the air. "It's a CB250T," You stared at the bike avd saw the small hand prints on it. "Y'know I actually own a bike shop, it's like five minutes away." He murmured and you giggled as you carefully began washing the front.

"It's a pretty bike but honestly how'd you dirty this thing up so bad?" You asked and Shinichiro smiled, "My little brother loves the thing, he's eleven." You smiled back, "That's cute...Shinichiro how old are you?"

"21, you?"

"I'm older than you...that's hilarious! I'm 22!"

Shinichiro burnt out the cigarette and tossed it in the trash, "Honestly I expected it, calling a random man, sweetheart, sounds like something someone more mature would say." You noticed he was now on the right side of the motorcycle while you washed the left. "Sweetheart, I'm far from mature. You're doing better than me. Maybe I should've opened a bike shop instead going to college." You joked and Shinichiro shook his head, "No no be grateful, sometimes I wish I went to college, love the bike shop, I make good money, but getting drunk around a buncha people legally seems fun."

"So you were getting drunk around a bunch of people illegally?"

"I had my first sip of alcohol at 14...was wasted all night. Never touched it again until I was twenty. I did start the cigarette shit when I was 14 and haven't been able to put them down since. I'm trying the lollipop method because I run through too many packs a day and the kind I like are expensive but it's not the same."

You stood up and grabbed another bucket of water. "So you must've been a handful." You teased and Shinichiro stepped back as you poured water over the part you washed. "Shit you could say that, you should see my brother Mikey and his friends. The kid really looks up to me- gladly he's a bit more responsible and stronger but he still ended up just like me," You made your way with the buckets towards the right side and set the down. You looked at Shinichiro and licked your lips. "I bet he's a sweet kid," You grabbed the sponge and Shinichiro sat down on the curb. "About your bike shop...are you hiring?" You asked and he thought it over with a smile. "Now I am...alright Y/N think of this as your interview. What do you know about bikes?" He asked and you frowned, "Uhm...how to wash them?" You answered while Shinichiro watched you scrub the motorcycle.

"Another question, why are you doing this carwash job alone?"

"This was actually my bestfriends thing and then she let me join in. She was the hot girl that got the customer's and we both split the work and the money. But she got a boyfriend and said she was done then I said I'll just take over because I needed the cash."

Shinichiro blew his bangs out of his face and smirked, "I doubt they came there for her."

You felt your face grow hot. Maybe it was the sun...yeah that summer heat!

"You're ridiculous..."

No it was definitely him.

"Am I? That's no way to talk to your potential boss," You glanced back and him only to see Shinichiro staring right at you with a smug face. "Last question-" "-How much do you pay and what are your hours?" You interjected, you could tell your movements were growing slower while washing. You were trying to drag out this conversation with him. "We open at 6AM and close at 8PM. You'd actually be my first employee so if you work a 9/5, cleaning the windows, floors, bikes, and all that- also based off what I make I would say $7 an hour." Shinichiro explained and you nodded, "I'd be able to do 11 to 7 on Tuesday's, Thursday's, and Saturday's since those are the days I have morning classes and they're over by 10- 10:15 the latest."

"I'd be fine with that, so one more question to determine if your hired...do you have any suggestions on what to use to replace cigarettes?" He questioned and you scoffed.

"I heard sex was good." You said sarcastically as you stood up.

"Damn," You could feel Shinichiro staring right at your ass, it was in perfect view for him to see. That definitely wasn't your intention but you couldn't say you were mad that he got a good look at it. You were also wearing those shorts that showed a bit of your ass cheeks which was just icing on the cake.

"...It's crazy how I just got the urge to smoke a cigarette right now."

You looked back at him and your lips parted slightly as his eyes met yours. "Shit...um I have my car parked in the parking lot." You mumbled and Shinichiro stood up with a grunt. "What're you implyin' babe?" He asked and you turned to face him, dropping the sponge in the bucket. He raised a brow and you knew he was just playing with you. "I," You searched for the right words. "I want to calm your urges...Shinichiro." You muttered under your breath and he placed a hand on your cheek.

"Yeah."

You placed your hand on top of his and glanced at the motorcycle. "You just want to leave it here...?" You asked and Shinichiro dug around in his pocket before swinging pair of keys around in front of you. "I have the keys, it's not going anywhere." You brought the hand on your cheek and and held it tightly while he placed the keys back in his pocket. "I know I just don't want it to get stolen-" "-Are you trying to fuck the motorcycle or me?" Shinichiro questioned and you punched his shoulder playfully.

"Alright Y/N, lead the way."

You ran with him through the parking lot, you almost tripped causing you both to laugh. You two were like teenagers, running around and trying to act sneaky. I had been a while since you felt this excited and giddy inside. You grabbed your keys from out of your pocket as you both approached your car and unlocked it. It beeped and you stood infront of the backdoor. "You're paying the ticket for public indecency if we get caught." You grumbled while you tugged on the door handle. "Come on-" The door swung open and you bumped into Shinichiro. "Are you that into me?" He chuckled and you nodded eagerly, "Don't judge me, you instigated this."

You crawled into the backseat backwards and you spread your legs. You were still clothed but they were spread and you patted the piece of the seat in between them. Shinichiro grinned and made his way into the car and in between your legs. He shut the door behind him while you unbuttoned your shorts and kicked off your flip flops.

"Do you have condoms?" You asked and he pulled put his wallet. "Always carry them." You wrapped your arms his neck and pulled him close. "So does that mean get a lot of girls?" You whispered against his lips and he stared down at you through his black lashes. "No...I'm by no means a virgin though. I just carry them around just in case I get lucky...like this." He smiled and you sighed, "I find that hard to believe...with a face like that," You kissed his nose and focused your attention on his lips. "I'd assume everyone would be all over you." You pressed your lips against his- they were surprisingly soft. He tasted like cigarettes- grape flavor? Shinichiro kissed you back and you ran your fingers through his silky hair. He traced his tongue over your lips and you immediately opened your mouth. You whimpered as he slid his tongue inside and tasted every inch of your mouth. You didn't bother playing with him- you hadn't felt this good because of a man in years.

"Fuck," He pulled away and licked his lips, you whined in response. "Can I take this off?" He asked, his finger under the shoulder strap of your tank top. "Do whatever you want." You huffed and he quickly slid off your tank top. Shinichiro stared at your bare breasts and cupped them before looking you in the eye, "I knew you didn't have one on." He left butterfly kisses down your neck, sucking and nibbling on it here and there while massaging your breasts. You squirmed and let out soft whimpers at the feeling. "W-Wha-" You bit down on your bottom lip as he made his way down to your collar bone. He licked it softly and traveled down valley in between your breasts. "A-Ah," You tugged on Shinichiro's hair as he took your left nipple in his mouth. You could feel his tongue swirl around the bud and you let out a gasp. You hit the top of his head while he pinched your other nipple. "That hurts!" Shinichiro's lips left your breast and your nipple already looked swollen. "Shit you have a strong punch. Alright I get it, no pinching." He said and you pouted.

"You're making me feel bad."

"No it's fine," He caressed your waist. "I'm supposed to make you feel good, if you don't like it I won't do it. But forget about what you don't like, what do you like?" He questioned and you nervously pointed towards your clothed pussy. "I um..." You placed your arm over your eyes and avoided eye contact. "No," Shinichiro gently pulled your arm off of your face and grabbed your chin- forcing you to make eye contact. "I want you to look at me when I ask you something."

Your breath hitched and you could feel your wetness soak your panties. "I like...degradation-" "-So you like being called a whore?" Your face grew warm. "I'm not an idiot I know you're changing the subject," You felt Shinichiro rub his fingers against your clothed slit and you moaned softly. "You wanted to say something about this little cunt of yours. Come on, is it something dirty? I wouldn't expect any less since you're a little cockslut huh." You shook your head and sighed, "No no it's nothing crazy I just prefer when people touch down there...instead of other places."

"So your pussy's your 'sweet spot'? Cute." He wrapped his fingers around the hem of your shorts and slid them down slowly. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers touching your thighs.

Shinichiro tossed your shorts in the front seat and buried his face in your thighs. You could feel his lips brushed softly against your skin and you tried your best to stay still. "Shini- oh god!" You covered your mouth as he licked around your soaked panties. Purposely avoiding your cunt. "Y-You son of a bitc- mmgh..." You moaned and Shinichiro looked up at you with a chuckle. "Aw come babe, I think you can handle a little teasing. Actually of course you can," He patted the top of your leg.

"You're my tough girl after all."

You felt your pussy throb at his words. "Shinichiro...Shinichiro can you just take my panties off," You used your elbows to sit up a bit and he glanced up at you while leaving dark hickey's in between your thighs. "Please Shinichiro..." You begged and he couldn't help but sigh. "Alright, lay back down." He hummed and he gave your clothed slit a long lick. "Shinichiro!" You whined and he stared up you. "You're such a brat, I was going to take 'em off." He murmured against your cunt and a soft moan left your lips due to the vibrations of his voice.

He grabbed the hem of your panties in between his teeth and slowly dragged them down your thighs. He stopped at your knees and groaned at the slight of your glistening cunt. He yanked your panties off of your legs, ripping them in the process and tossing them to the front seat of your car.

He licked his lips and stared down at your slit with the most hungry eyes you've ever seen. "Shinichiro-" You got cut off by the feeling of Shinichiro's tounge lathering over your pussy. You ran your fingers through his thick, black hair and tugged on it lightly. "Oh fuck! 'Chiro please!" You cried as your nails dug deep into his scalp. You could feel his nose rub against your clit while he moved his mouth around to find better angles to eat you out in. "Y-Yes," You could hear the lewd noises leaving your pussy as Shinichiro slurped, kissed, and groaned against you. Every little flick of his tongue and nibble of his teeth made your eyes roll back in your head.

"Yes! Y-Yes! P-Please 'Chiro," You moved your hand down to your clit and rubbed it quickly. Your toes curled at the feeling before you noticed that Shinichiro wasn't touching you anymore. "W-What..." You pulled your hand away while panting but Shinichiro grabbed it, and brought your slick covered fingers close to his slick covered mouth.

"Did I tell you you could touch yourself?"

You gulped as he licked your fingers clean. "N-No..." He smiled innocently. "Well then, if I didn't say you could then don't do it babe."

No words left your lips as you nodded sheepishly. You didn't understand what spell this man had over but you definitely had a love-hate relationship with it. "Words babe." Shinichiro hummed as he focused on your dripping cunt once again. "I-I understand..." You covered your mouth as you felt Shinichiro spread your pussy open and thrust his tongue in between your folds. Your toes curled and your hands quickly left your mouth and gripped Shinichiro's hair once again, pushing his face further into your cunt.

"H-Holy fuck-" You bit down on your bottom lip and tilted your head back, bucking your hips against Shinichiro's face to create more friction. His nails dug deep into your thighs as he spread your legs further apart. He gave your pussy sloppy kisses that echoed throughout the back seat. "S'good! S-So good!" You cried out and the tip of Shinichiro's tongue brushed against your clit. Your stomach knotted as he flicked it and barraded the bud with butterfly kisses. You're legs trembled in his grasp and you couldn't speak. Only moans and whimpers left your lips as tears clung on to your hooded eyes.

You could feel your release begin to build up but you couldn't warn Shinichiro verbally. All you could do was tug on his hair, and in response he pushed his tongue deeper into your pussy.

You whimpered and squirmed around, Shinichiro's strong grip keeping you in place. "O-Oh my God! Fuuuuck! Shinichiro- I-I'm-" You cried out before your eyes shot wide open and Shinichiro's tongue continuously flicked your clit. The knot in your lower abdomen was unraveling and you felt hot, like you could barely breath.

You would've never thought this where a bit of traffic would've gotten you.

You practically screamed Shinichiro's name as your grip on his hair loosened. He gave your clit a quick kiss before pulling away, still gripping onto your shaking thighs right as you squirted all over his plain white shirt. You glanced over up at him with tired eyes while catching your breath and you could say it wasn't a sight you expected to see. Shinichiro's cheeks were red with blush and he was breathy heavily with a winded and accomplished smirk on his face. His lips were swollen just a bit and your slick dripped down his chin.

"I can finally take this shit off," He let go of your legs and quickly took off his drenched shirt. You couldn't stop staring. He wasn't body builder muscular by any means but instead he was more of a slim type of muscular and it was very attractive. Shinichiro cupped your cheek softly. "You okay babe?" He asked and you nodded. "I'm fine...it was just- fuck that was the best head I've ever had..." You sighed and Shinichiro chuckled. "So how many people have given you head?" He questioned sarcastically and you stared off to side. "Enough to say you're the best." You replied and he grinned.

"God I'm so ready to fuck you, how do you want it baby?"

You sat up slightly and stared down at the prominent tent in Shinichiro's sweats.

"From behind."

He sighed and his eyes darted to every part of your naked body before pulling you over towards him by the wrist. "Your ass is only part of you I haven't fully seen," You felt Shinichiro's hand dig into your plush ass. "Promise me you'll give me a show while I taking you from behind. I want it to be the only thing I focus on...'kay beautiful?" Your breath hitched and you wanted nothing more than to please him however he wished. "Yes...whatever you want Shinichiro." You mumbled and he kissed your lips deeply. As his tongue ventured into your mouth you could taste a bit of yourself.

"...I need you to hurry up and turn around before I fuck you just like this." Shinichiro whispered as he broke the kiss.

You quickly obliged and fumbled onto your stomach. You lifted up your ass, giving Shinichiro the best view you could hope for and all you could hear was a low groan from behind you. "You're so beautiful y'know," You heard the sound of clothing shuffling and glanced behind you. The first thing you saw was Shinichiro's fully erect cock in his hand. It was pale just like the rest of him but the tip was red and practically drenched in pre-cum. "What're ya staring at babe?" He joked and you giggled as he tore open a condom and slide it over his cock slowly, his breath staggering just a bit. "Shinichiro, how long have you been hard?" You murmured and he slid his cock over your slit causing you to let out a whimper. "It's embarrassing really." He grumbled and Shinichiro slowly pushed the tip in. "J-Just say it..." You whined, rolling your hips back against his cock.

"...Ever since you called me fucking sweetheart."

Shinichiro gripped your hip with his left hand and guided his cock into you with his right. You dug your nails into the thick seat of the car as his cock nestled deep inside of you, stretching out your walls.

Tears brimmed your eyes and you moaned softly into the crease of your arm. "Holy shit," Shinichiro bit down on his bottom lip and slowly dragging his cock out of you before slamming it back in without warning. You cried out and all Shinichiro payed attention to was the way your ass jiggled as it slapped against his abdomen. "Arch your back a bit." He hummed and you did so, gaining a chuckle of approval from him.

"Shinichir- oh!" You whimpered and tears fell from your eyes as a hot sting tingled against your ass cheek. You quickly looked back at him with a pout. "Did you just spank me?!" You questioned and Shinichiro frowned playfully, "What? I was just trying something out. Did you not like it?" You didn't respond and only turned your head back forward, as Shinichiro continued to thrust into you.

"Exactly, you do know I felt the way you tightened around me just now right," He gripped the top of the seat that was closest to you with his right hand. "I can feel it all baby, from everything you hate to everything you like." He whispered as he began to find a rhythm with his movements- a very fast rhythm.

"O-Oh! 'Chiro w-wait!" You sobbed while fat tears began to roll down your cheeks and a string of soft groans began to leave Shinichiro's lips. "Do you like that?" He teased and just the entire sound of the car was erotic. Wet skin slapping skin, the sound of his dick sliding in and out of your dripping cunt, the air was thick, and smelled of sex.

Shinichiro's brows furrowed together while he changed his angle of fucking you ever so slightly. "Y-Yes! Fuck yes S-Shinichiro!" You cried as you desperately clawed at the foggy window of the car. His cock brushed against your clit with every thrust and your eyes rolled back in your head. Noises and curse words just left your swollen lips as the car slightly rocked back and forth. "Shhh beautiful, I know," Shinichiro let go of the seat and slid two fingers into your mouth. Drool ran down your chin as you sucked on his fingers like your life depended on it. "I know it's a lot. But you're my tough girl remember," He pulled his saliva covered finger out of your mouth to let you speak and you whined in response.

"Remember?"

Your entire body felt hot. The rhythm he had created was just hypnotic at this point. "Y-Yes...yes I'm," You choked on a sob and hid your face you arm. Shinichiro leaned down, his chest against your back. He was splitting you open and all you could do was cry tears of pleasure. His warm breath was ragged against your ear. As composed as he sounded talking to you, you could only assume he felt just as much pleasure as you did. "Come on...talk to me babe." He hummed while pressing soft kisses down your jawline.

"I-I'm...fuck...I'm your t-tough girl!"

You felt Shinichiro grinning against your cheek and you looked over him with teary eyes. His cheeks were deep red with blush and sweat rolled down every ridge of his face. "Hm-" You cut him off with a sloppy kiss and he moaned into your mouth, kissing you the exact same way- without a care in the world.

His body rocked against yours and you felt like you were on cloud nine. "I wanna see your pretty face starin at me," Shinichiro mumbled in between kisses and you moaned softly against his lips. "Do you wanna see me too?" He asked and you nodded eagerly. "Y-Yes I wanna- ohhhh my godddd..." You whimpered as his thrusts grew slow and exaggerated. "Mmgh- Alright beautiful, as long as you want it too."

Shinichiro thrusts stopped as he pulled out and carefully flipped you onto your back. Your slick covered your inner thighs and was rolling down your ass while he stared down at you with the dorkiest smile. Your wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and sniffled, "W-What's funny?" He shook his head and caressed your waist. "Nothing, I'm just thinking about how lucky am I right now."

Shinichiro placed his hand on your stomach as he pushed himself back in through your folds. You took him in again easily since you were already stretched enough anyway but still, it felt like he was splitting you open. Then again when you looked down you could now see a slight bulge in your stomach where Shinichiro's hand was.

A sharp breath left Shinichiro's lips before he groaned loudly. "Relax Y/N." He whispered and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm sorry I just-" Shinichiro scoffed and kissed you softly. "You think too much, just let it out like before," You cheeks grew warm and he chuckled. "What? Are you nervous because I can see your face now?" You stared off to the side and Shinichiro slowly began to rut his hips against you again. You moaned loudly and you pulled him in closer with your legs, forcing him to hip deeper than before. "Ah...fuck you feel so good babe," He licked his thumb and brought his thumb down to your swollen clit, rubbing it slowly. "So perfect- your so damn perfect..." Shinichiro whispered into your ear and your were now breasts pressed firmly against his chest causing you to whimper due to how sensitive your nipples were. Sweat stuck the both of you together like glue.

"You're so big 'Chiro- so good- I'm gonna c- fuuuuck..." You hissed as the tip of his cock pressed against your g-spot. Your orgasm was right there, you could feel it, and the edging was honestly torture. "You're taking me so so good, I can feel you throbbing around me, you gonna come beautiful?" He groaned and you nodded tiredly. Shinichiro thrusted into you quicker than before and you choked on a mix of sobs and moans as you held onto him for dear life. The car rocked back in forth and it felt your entire body was just going to explode. The tightness in your abdomen was killing you, you need to come, you were so damn close.

"Oh my God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm close! Fuck I'm-"

You kissed Shinichiro roughly only for him to pull away. "I said I wanted to see you, so that means I wanna see you come." He grunted and you babbled on curse words and moans as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to stare directly at him just like before.

"Let it out babe, enjoy it."

You dragged your nails down Shinichiro's back as a scream like moan left your lips. Your legs shook uncontrollably and your back arched as your gummy walls squeezed his cock hard. Shinichiro fucked you through your high- your release coating his cock as he thrusted in and out of you. "Such a pretty face," He groaned as his cock began to swell inside of your already tight pussy. "F-Fuck I'm...I'm coming-" Shinichiro buried his face in the crook of your neck as he moaned. His release filled the condom and you two just layed there like that, catching your breath.

You could feel Shinichiro leave soft kisses on your neck as he sat up, his head touching the roof of your car and cock still inside of you. Your chest heaved up and down and he traced his fingers over your stomach. "S-Shinichiro," You stared up at him with hooded eyes. "Did I do good? Did I calm your urges?" You asked and he let out chuckle.

"Oh babe," He leaned back down and kissed you deeply. "You did amazing okay and yes you calmed them- I might go clean because of you," You let out a whine as Shinichiro slowly pulled out his cock and tied off the condom. "And that pretty little pussy of yours." He hummed and you giggled softly. Shinichiro saw a trash bag in the front seat and tossed the condom in there before lifting you up and holding you close.

"I smoke a lot in the shop..." He murmured as he layed back in the back seat and you layed on top of him, your face buried in his chest. "Do you now." You smiled as you looked up at him and he placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'm going to need to fuck you a lot if I'm going to go clean Y/N." He pointed out and you brushed his black bangs out of his face. "So what does that mean?" You asked and Shinichiro straddled your hips before giving you another loving kiss.

"It means," He grinned. "You're fucking hired babe."

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