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it's so wild when your parent changes when you become an adult. my dad is very cordial and non confrontational - he regularly helps me with adult stuff like changing the oil or providing insurance tips. he's always smiling when i call him on video and providing jokes when i complain about college
when i was a kid, i would have to tiptoe around his anger issues often, sometimes running quietly past his work table until he got his own place completely separate from our family, locked away for days. every so often he would start screaming in the car and trying to hit me or my brother for talking too loud while my mom attempted to calm him down as he swerved on the road. and now he, smiling, helps me with car insurance.
like oh, this is just who you are when you have power over someone, and this is who you are when you dont have power over someone. no wonder you can have a normal life, friends, work while scaring the shit out of your kids and wife. i see it now. i see why no one would have believed me. that, i think, is one of the core fears of trauma - seeing the outside of it from the perspective of other adults that brushed you aside, and understanding. of course, that understanding gives the opposite of solace; it just gives you more grief with nowhere for it to go
β Synopsis: Your boyfriend seems to get flustered easily. You make a game out of it. One that seems to escalate with every passing day.
β Pairing: Chan x reader
β Additional information: Written in 2nd person, Established relationship, shy Chan
β Warnings: Heated makeout, No smut but hints at it near the end
Chan felt like he was going to lose it. For the past few days, you have been purposely trying to fluster him. Any form of affection you could think of was used. Anything. Like it was your mission from the moment you started dating. You enjoyed it, really.
First, it started off small with compliments.
Earlier in the day, he was sitting at the table facing the window. He was working on his laptop when you walked by. You said hello, but stopped mid-step when you looked at him. You saw something you never noticed before. Something the sun highlighted. On his cheek were freckles. Subtle ones, but freckles nonetheless.
You hum. βDid you ever notice you have freckles?β He stopped typing and looked up at you.
βYeah,β he replied. βWhy?β
βOh, nothingβ¦β you commented, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone. βJust thought they were cute is all.β
You pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before heading off in your current path. He just sat there, staring at nothing. All he could do was blink as his cheeks became all warm. The shock was eventually shaken off and his work was resumed.
The same thing occurred when you complimented his dimples. Red cheeks and a shy smile. Later on, you did it again mid-conversation. He noticed you stopped talking and just stared. Love and adoration was present in your eyes. He felt shy and asked what was wrong, only to be told that his eyes were beautiful. He just blinked before letting out a giggle.
Then, there were the pet names.
You learned which ones affected him the most. You called him βpretty boyβ when he was feeling particularly insecure. βHandsomeβ was for when he was looking exceptionally good that day. βBabyβ was for when you were in his ear, trying to coax him to bed to avoid another all-nighter. It had him weak in the knees.
One night, he had just finished eating dinner after a long work day when you walked in. He acknowledged your presence. βHey.β
βHey,β you replied. βDid you just finish work?β
He nods. βMhm.β
βDid you remember to eat like I asked?β You asked. You raised a brow.
βI just ate dinner,β he said. You nodded your head in approval. You looked pleased.
Moving closer, you cupped his cheek. βGood boy. Doing just what I asked you to do,β you murmured.
Chan choked on his own saliva and stared in surprise. You had said it so casually. His mouth opened and closed to try and find words. Nothing came out. You just patted his cheek and walked out, satisfied. He hoped that was the end of it⦠but he couldn't have been more wrong.
You only became bolder from here. Physically, at least.
Another instance was when he was standing at the bathroom mirror post-shower. His skin was still damp and a towel was wrapped around his waist. In the midst of skincare, arms wrapped around him from behind him. You were pressed up against his back.
βHey, you cominβ to bed?β You asked.
He hummed. βYeah. Give me five minutes.β
You were satisfied with the answer, but paused when you went to unwrap yourself from him. Your hands started roaming around his abdomen and his chest. βYouβve been hard at work at the gym, I seeβ¦β you commented.
βI have.β he said in a low voice. βBeen slipping in a few extraβ¦ sessions.β
Chan looked at you in the mirror, You had a barely contained look of smugness on your face. His faltered movements were played off with an awkward clearing of his throat. You were caressing everything. Tracing every groove in his muscles in a slow and intimate manner. Every brush made his skin feel hot. He continued like your touch wasnβt making his stomach do flips.
βThatβs great. I love that you take such good care of yourself,β you said. βIt has most certainlyβ¦β Your hands paused over his pecs. βPaid off.β He went to say something, but you had already walked off. His skin still felt warm and tingly all over. Unbelievable.
This game of yours all came to a head one day. Particular on a Friday evening.
The two of you were laying in bed. A plan consisting of a quiet, peaceful evening was thrown out the window. A silent room now filled with joyful laughter. A few lighthearted shoves developed into a round of playful wrestling.
You let out an uncontrollable fit of laughter when he decided to tickle your sides. βAhaha! Stop ittt!β you cried out.
He laughed. βWhy should I? Youβre the one who started it.β
βPleaseee!β you exclaimed.
Your body continued to wrangle in his grasp, trying to move away. This went on for another ten seconds before you finally had enough. When he let up, you did something he wasnβt expecting. Using your weight, you flipped him so his back landed onto the bed.
His wrists were held down above his head and your hips straddled his. You were looking down at him. Your chest heaved as you kept him pinned down on the bed. He squirmed and then sheepishly giggled, but it quickly died in his throat when he saw the look on your face.
You leaned in close to his face. Your noses were barely touching. βYou done yet?β you whispered. Your voice was breathy, but stern.
He exhaled softly. βMaybeβ¦β
Your breath against his lips caused his eyes to look down at yours. It was brief, but you noticed. His heart jumped in his chest. His stomach felt all floaty. Your eyes flickered down his lips. The ones he tugged at with his teeth.
βYou shouldn't do that, you know,β you said.
The thumb on your free hand pulled his bottom lip free from his teeth. The skin felt soft when you brushed the digit across it. Goosebumps dotted all over his skin. It sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes were drawn to your lips again. God, can't you just kiss him already?
It was like you read his mind because you finally bridged the gap. The kiss was tender but charged. You had kissed him plenty before, but the tension over made it dizzying. Addictive.
Kissing him never did get boring. His lips were warm. He tasted sweet. It was so subtle, but you couldnβt get enough. You were left feeling fuzzy with every kiss.
The kiss only intensified the further you went. Tongues and teeth were clashing. Your other hand grabbed onto his throat, holding him in place in order to deepen the kiss. You could feel the breath in his throat hitch and the pulse in his neck jump.
He was trapped. His body and hands were pinned down from an act of manhandling. Your hand was clamped around his throat. The helplessness he felt had arousal burning in his belly. A quiet whine slipped out. His body arched into you.
The sound sent a wave of heat through you. It was like music to your ears. As much as you'd like to get carried away and continue, you needed air. You pulled away. Not just from the kiss, but you let go of him completely.
You released a deep breath. βYou done now?β
That was the last straw.
He was at his limit.
Before you knew it, you were suddenly flipped over onto your back. You gasped from the impact. You were disoriented and a little frazzled. When you looked up at him, your heart skipped.
Oh boy.
His expression was dark. The brown eyes he possessed were almost black. His chest was heaving, rapidly rising and falling. His ears were red and looked hot to the touch. He looked like he wanted to devour you whole. It made you gulp.
βStop that,β he said.
You scoffed. βStop what?β Your attempt to act clueless didn't go unnoticed. His jaw tighened.
βDon't be coy. You know what,β he hissed. βFlustering me. Getting me worked up. All. Week.β
You raised a brow. βIs that right?β He just scoffed.
βYes,β he replied. βAnd nowβ¦ you are going to pay the price.β You tingled with anticipation when one of his legs pried yours open. βA taste of your own medicine, if you will.β
They say karma will come back to get you in various ways⦠but you certainly don't mind this one.
many sharks are at least moderately social, and if a specific species of shark has the ability to breathe without actually swimming and tends to have a lot of sharks in a fairly small area, well.
they are just going to Pile. and there is simply nothing you can do about it.
also, fun fact! whitetip reef sharks in particular are SO damn cuddly with each other that they'll actively seek out a buddy or ten when they get sleepy!
it's pretty much slumber party or nothing for these guys. you won't find a whitetip sleeping alone except in the most dire and tragic of shark circumstances.
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was doing a first aid course and it kept talking about how when applying first aid to a child you have to ask the PARENT for consent and how the child's consent is not enough unless you cannot reach the parent. and then immediately after there was a unit on shaken baby syndrome, and then mentioned abuse as a common source of children getting injured. and they didn't see the irony there. i later asked the instructor what to do about parental consent if the medical emergency was from the parent abusing the child and she was like "you still need to obtain parental consent. you can report the abuse though" not even acknowledging how fucked the whole system is. i hate it here. youth rights now
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