#their kid is just if they photocopied themself

[vryivs]

namesake brainrot

[jinnie-forthe-winnie]

Back Hugs Galore

Jimin

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff

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Nani sighs as she exits the elevator, she turns and heads down the hall to her apartment. Like most days, the day was long and exhausting. Her feet were aching as they carried her down the never ending hallway. Her large tote bag was weighing her right side down making her walk slower than she wished. All she wanted at the moment was to crawl into bed and cry the stress of the day away.

She had to go into the school early to have a meeting with parents who had concerns with the marks that had been recently sent out. Those parents were incredibly stubborn and wouldn't leave until Nani said that she would change the mark... which of course she wasn't going to do unless the child started to show improvement. But of course the parents didn't like that, but they had finally left after an hour when the bell rang. This led to Nani running down the halls to pick up her photocopied pages before collecting her kids from outside.

Unfortunately the day didn't end there, three kids had hurt themselves during recess, one kid threw up all over themself and their friend which led to them both going home. The fire alarm got pulled during craft time, she had to lead fifteen gluey children who were wearing large paint shirts (dresses) out of the class and into the schoolyard. Which was no easy task when one of the girls got her hair glued around the door handle.

Then at the end of the eventful day Nani had to coach the junior girls basketball game after losing a pencil draw. Ashley, the other kindergarten teacher, was going to get yelled at for missing a day of work and missing her team's game.

Unfortunately Nani's normal hours of 8:30-3:45 turned into 7:15-5:15. She was beyond exhausted, and the whole time while walking down the hall she was debating just dropping the tote bag and using it as a pillow so she could have a nap before getting into her apartment. When she finally sees her door she does an eye roll of relief, finally she was home.

When she reaches the door she reaches into her pocket and grabs out the lanyard of keys, she jiggles it around until she finds the silver key to the door. When she finds it she sticks it in and quickly turns it to the left expecting the loud click of the lock but it never comes. Nani sighs, in her rush out the door this morning she must have forgotten to lock the door. She pulls her keys out and pushes the door wide open.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a strong smell of something being baked wafts through the doorway. She walks into her apartment looking curiously at the shoes on her mat. Though she had never seen these shoes before she could tell who they belonged to. The heels were a dead give away that it was her 'short' boyfriend.

"Jiminie?" She calls out hoping he would run to her and whisk her up into his arms and carry her around for the rest of the night. When there is no answer she sighs before finally throwing the tote bag onto the floor. The loud thud should have also sent the message that she was home, but again there was no Jimin holding her.

She slides her tight shoes off of her feet, the relief of them escaping the confines makes her release a loud sigh. She then walks out of the front hall and heads to the kitchen. The stove was on the far wall, which explains why Jimin was sitting on the counter with his airpods in, facing that very appliance. Nani watches as he suddenly jumps off the counter and walks to the stove.

Nani bites her lip knowing that he was now in perfect back hugging territory. She quietly tip toes up behind him and waits for him to open the oven and bend at the hips before she makes her attack. Her arms sneakily slide around his torso, making sure to slide slowly over his toned stomach before resting on the sides of his body. Jimin's body had jumped the moment she touched him, luckily he had improved his flinches ever since being on The Late Late Show and having to play that terrorising game of flinch.

Nani leans her head against his shoulder blades, his soft t-shirt made her face nuzzle up against the fabric. One of his hands comes up and plucks the airpods out of his ears.

"Hi angel." He says standing up straighter as he closes the oven after checking up on the chicken fingers and fries he had put into bake.

"Mmm hi minie." She mumbles into his back.

"Long day?"

"Very..." she sighs, her arms tightening around him in an attempt to hold him closer to her body.

"Good thing I am here to pamper my baby girl." Jimin says, turning awkwardly in her hold. She loosens her arms when she gets a face full of his shoulder, "Need to see you baby, I've gone a full day without seeing your beautiful face."

Nani blushes before shoving her face deep into his soft neck. His hand reaches up and rubs down her spine, succeeding in giving her tingles. "I love you."

Jimin smiles at her words, his heart skipping a beat when she lays a few chaste kisses in the crook of his neck. "I love you too, honey."

"Can I rant to you while we eat?" She asks with a dull voice.

"Of course honey!" He says giving her a kiss to the back of her head. "Why don't you go lay on the couch and I'll put the food out and bring it to you."

"Mmmno wanna hug you." She whines.

"I can hug you on the couch..."

"No." She pouts, her body shuffling around to back hug him again.

Jimin can't help but laugh at her stubborn cuteness. He slowly walks around the kitchen collecting plates and a couple packets of honey mustard sauce from their rather large stockpile of chick-fil-a packets.

Nani happily pitter patters behind him as he walks around. She feels like the butt end of the unicorn at the parties, but she enjoys the feeling of being right up against him.

Jimin grabs their two plates full of food and starts leading the way to their comfy couch, only then does Nani finally let go of him. But she instead curls into his side, using his thigh as her table. They snuggle close as they eat their dino shaped chicken fingers, and their smile fries. Something that made Nani giggle every time she saw them.

She sighs once more, but this time in content. Thankfully she had the best boyfriend who could make her smile in no time.

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[some-jw-things]

So I am a Christian (Pentecostal to be specific) but i wasnt raised with any religion. I found my faith on my own and I feel that that is a big reason my faith is as strong as it is. If ever I have kids, i want to raise them Christian, but i have seen on blogs/YouTube channels like this just how much it can mess up a kid being raised in a church. Of course I want them to have a relationship with God, but on their own terms. Do you think that raising a child in a religion is inherently harmful?

It depends on the religion and how it’s practiced. I know my own parents never intended to hurt me at all and they really thought they were just doing what was best for me. I’ve had multiple therapists say I was severely emotionally abused. I have no clue how to reconcile those two things

I’m gonna start this off by saying I have no clue what the specific beliefs of Pentecostalism are or the mainstream practices of Christianity

Lots of people raised Christian have trouble with the idea of sin and Hell. If you teach your kid that all sinners go to Hell, they will instinctively hate themself every time they mess up. They will be terrified. It is easier for you to process ideas like that as a converted adult in the same way it is easier for an adult to watch a TV show about realistic serial killers than it is for a kid. Things that don’t seem so scary to you might give your child nightmares. Also one major effect of the idea that sinners burn in Hell and so many little things are sins is that it breeds perfectionism. That can have some pretty bad mental consequences once your child is a teenager or young adult

Another thing to not do is teach that there is only one correct way of living or being a good person. Tell your kid it’s okay if they don’t believe the same thing as you, or if they don’t believe at all, and that you’ll still love them no matter what. If you can’t say that honestly, don’t have kids. Your child will not be a photocopy of you and they will not think the same way as you. This means they’ll disagree with you sometimes. They need to know that is a viable and comfortable option. I also think parents should tell their kids what other beliefs are out there, because only teaching one worldview as if it’s fact sends a very clear message. My parents only ever taught me their religion, which forbid using external sources to learn about it, and other religions were only brought up to be mocked or discredited in a quick throwaway line with no actual depth of understanding.

A core part of evangelism is the idea that the only reason the entire world doesn’t convert is because they haven’t been told about it. Other religions have no legitimacy, their views are inherently flawed and sinful, and all their members are just ignorant. If you raise a kid like this, then you raise a playground bully and later a bigot

Last actual doctrinal point I wanna talk about is common Christian forms of bigotry. Christianity founded purity culture, it’s homophobic/transphobic enough that it’s one of the main things it’s known for, and it also has major issues with sexism. In the past there was some horrible shit done with racism and mental illness, but nowadays that seems limited to fundamentalists or cults like I grew up in. Keep an eye out for what your church is teaching your kid, the attitudes around them, what unsaid messages are being passed on. Watch yourself, too. No matter how you raise them, your child may grow up to be queer or mentally ill. Prayer won’t fix that. Your child may have sex before marriage. They may leave your religion. If you signed up for a kid, then you signed up to love them through all of that, and to make that abundantly clear to them before it becomes an issue. This needs to be more than just lip service. Kids can tell

Final point— vet your church and vet the religious adults your kid is exposed to. They may teach them more toxic ideals then you would normally put up with behind your back. Vet the pastor, the Sunday school teacher, any community leaders. A mostly tolerant church could still have judgy older women who’ll tell your closeted middle schooler that they need to change if they want God to love them

Don’t let love be conditional, basically, that’s the biggest issue I’ve seen with ex-religious people. Love with terms and conditions that stops existing the second you break a rule creates adults who don’t think love is real. Also don’t tell your kid that God will kill/torture them if they mess up or stop obeying him. Finding a different path shouldn’t come with “you can, but God will burn and torture you forever if you do :)”. That’s not real support. That’s coercion