Your kid probably already knows about sex. Despite your most careful efforts, they probably have figured it out at least a little bit.
My aunt was pregnant with my cousin when I was 4. My other cousin gave us a kitten because his female cat 'got out of the barn' when i was 5, and i had to learn what 'spaying' was. It was rumored (correctly) that I was a lesbian when I was 7. When I was 9, a couple of boys on my bus were gawking at a playboy one of them stole from their dad.
When I was 11, I was friends with a girl who was a victim of sexual abuse from a family member. My parents gave me 'the talk', which was largely about consent and why bodies are weird. I watched "Revenge of the Nerds." When I was 12, I was friends with someone who wrote rape fantasies. I learned what hentai was. I learned what a furry was (though i have a more nuanced understanding of it now). When I was 13, I was told by a classmate that I seemed like the kind of person to (extremely graphic description of a bdsm kink that I didnt know existed.) My church gave me 'the talk,' which was largely about STIs and why you shouldnt have sex til youre married. My school also gave me 'the talk,' which was largely about the names of body parts and what pregnancy is like. I saw a South Park episode. I saw some John Hughes movies. I watched a friend deep-throat a banana as a joke. Crime procedurals were on TV. When I was 15, most of my friends were on fanfiction.net and livejournal (I am old) or roleplaying through online forums. I learned what yaoi was. One of my friends had a restraining order on her ex for stalking.
At 16, I was largely inexperienced with sex- had never been on a date due to a complicated relationship with the closet. But it seemed everyone else had quite a bit of experience, whether good or bad or neutral. So I learned some things this way.
When we talk about banning books for being 'sexually explicit,' my mind goes to "Speak," by Laurie Halse Anderson- which is about a teenage rape survivor. One of the reasons for its banning is that it includes the rape scene, but the narration fades to black before it becomes graphic.
I read that when I was 13, and it made me think of Sasha- my friend who was a SA victim at the age of 11 and who knew how long it had gone on, who dropped off my radar after 5th grade. And I would think about that book again and again every time I would make a friend with that kind of story (surprisingly often.)
So... all of this. All of this gets revisited when we talk about purity culture, when we talk about 'sexually explicit books with minors,' when we talk about 'protecting their innocence.'
I, a nerd that never went to parties, was not the target audience for this book- even if it helped me relate.
The target audience was Sasha. Or Kelsey. Or Nicole.
And here I am, arguing with some asshole on the internet who probably calls himself a 'protector of children' by supporting drag bans and book bans and defunding planned parenthood, because he thinks that a young adult book about navigating toxic relationships that has the words 'hand on my thigh' in it should be banned because thats 'sexually explicit' and I'm tired.
Your kid probably knows about sex. Through friends at school, through family members, through observation. I think its okay to let them read books where the lesson is that they're allowed to say 'no' to it.
Can I request fluffy headcanons for Saja Boys reacting to female reader telling him that it's meeting him when he asked what's the best thing that happened in her life for your advent calendar please?
ADVENT CALENDAR 15 - ☃️ "MEETING YOU WAS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME"☃️
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JINU❄️
It happens late at night. Jinu sits beside you on the couch, working on something quietly. He always looks so composed, so calm, so safe.
You’re curled up next to him, sipping warm tea. He asks casually, eyes still on his papers: “What’s the best thing that has ever happened in your life?”
You blink. Your heart jumps. You almost choke on your drink. “Uh… w-why do you ask?”
He shrugs, still serious, still studying the page like it personally owes him money. “Curiosity. You seem content lately.”
Your face warms instantly. You fiddle with your sleeves, shy and soft. Then, barely above a whisper, you say: “…Meeting you.”
Jinu freezes. Completely. Not a blink. Not a breath. Not a twitch.
It’s like you told him the meaning of life and his brain blue-screened. He slowly turns his head toward you. “You… believe that?”
You look down. “I… yes. Very much.”
His expression shifts subtly — a tiny flicker of softness, surprise, something deep and fragile. He swallows hard, voice quieter than usual. “I see.”
He looks away for a moment, jaw tense — not in anger, but in emotion he doesn’t quite know how to handle. Then he sets his papers aside. He turns his whole body toward you, serious and focused like you’re his new mission. Gently — almost hesitantly — he cups your cheek with one warm hand.
He holds your gaze intensely. “…Meeting you is the moment my life changed,” he says softly, almost like he’s confessing a secret. “It is… also the best.”
You melt into his palm.
For the rest of the evening, Jinu stays close — closer than usual — shoulders touching yours, hand lingering on your thigh, gaze soft every time he glances your way.
And when you fall asleep against him, he whispers into your hair: “Thank you… for choosing me.”
MYSTERY🌨️
Mystery rarely asks questions out of the blue. So when he does you know it means something.
You’re sitting by the window with him, sharing silent warmth in his favorite reading corner. Outside, snow falls softly, coating the world in white.
Mystery closes his book and looks at you with those deep, unreadable eyes. “Tell me something,” he says quietly.
You blink. “O-okay.”
“What is the best thing that has ever happened in your life?”
Your heart lurches. You fidget, biting your lip, because God, how do you say it without combusting? You whisper: “…Meeting you.”
Mystery stares at you. Completely still. Those calm, dark eyes widen — not dramatically, but just enough for you to notice. His breath catches almost silently. “…Me?”
You nod shyly. His lashes lower, he looks down, almost embarrassed, almost overwhelmed. Nobody sees how sensitive he really is — but you do.
His voice drops to a near-whisper. “I… did not expect that.”
You panic instantly. “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to make it weird—”
He shakes his head softly and takes your hand. Not squeezing. Not pulling. Just… holding. As if grounding himself.
“No,” he says quietly. “You didn’t make it strange. You… made it warm.”
You blush so hard you hide behind your shoulders. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Meeting you…” he murmurs, eyes softer than moonlight, “…is the moment my world began to feel less empty.”
Then he rests his forehead against yours in silence, breathing you in like you’re the only warmth he knows.
ABBY🎄
He asks you while you two are lying on the floor eating snacks. Because of course he does.
He’s mid-chew when he suddenly rolls onto his back and asks WAY too loudly: “HEY BABE, WHAT’S THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?”
You choke on your snack. He absolutely laughs like a hyena. “Bro, you okay??”
“I’m— fine— just— you scared me—”
He wiggles his eyebrows obnoxiously. “Sooooo? What’s the answer? Bet it’s something wild.”
Your heart leaps up your throat. You quietly whisper: “…Meeting you.”
Abby stops. Like someone hit pause on him. Mouth open. Eyes huge. Hand frozen halfway to the pretzel bowl. Then: “HAAAAAAAA?!???”
He sits up so fast he ends up headbutting you by accident. “OW—”
“BABE— EXCUSE ME— REPEAT THAT— SAY IT AGAIN— I NEED IT FOR MY EGO— NO WAIT— FOR MY HEART—”
You cover your face. He scoots closer like an overexcited puppy. “You really said I’m the BEST thing?! ME?! OF ALL PEOPLE?!”
“Yes—”
He SCREAMS. A loud, happiness explosion scream. Then he throws himself onto you, hugging you so tightly he almost knocks the breath from your lungs. “I’M THE BEST THING IN YOUR LIFE— HOLY CRAP— I’M PUTTING THAT ON A T-SHIRT— I’M GONNA TELL EVERYONE— ACTUALLY NO— THAT’S PRIVATE— ACTUALLY NO— I’M TELLING EVERYONE—”
You laugh and try to breathe. He cups your face dramatically. “Well guess WHAT, babe?? Meeting YOU is the best thing that happened to ME, too!”
He kisses your forehead aggressively. “And no refund!”
ROMANCE⛸️
Romance asks the question tenderly, thoughtfully, while you two are cuddling under a soft blanket.
The room smells like candles and tea. His hand strokes your hair gently, rhythmically. He whispers: “My love… may I ask you something?”
You nod, curled against him. “What is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened in your life?”
Your heart pounds so loudly you think he can hear it. You bury your face in his chest and mumble: “…Meeting you.”
His hand stills. Completely. You feel his breath hitch above you. He pulls back slightly, lifting your chin with a gentle fingertip so he can see your face.
“You mean that?” he asks, voice fragile and soft.
You nod shyly. His eyes shimmer — not crying, but full of an emotion so tender you could drown in it.
He smiles — slowly, beautifully. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles one by one.
“My heart,” he murmurs, “You have given me a gift more precious than anything I have ever known.”
You melt into his arms. He continues, voice warm as velvet: “Meeting you… loving you… holding you… it is the greatest blessing of my life.”
You can’t handle this level of softness. He wraps both arms around you, pulls you into his chest, and whispers into your hair: “You are my miracle.”
BABY☃️
Baby asks you while he’s raiding the fridge. He’s halfway through stealing leftovers when he glances over his shoulder: “Yo, what’s the coolest thing that ever happened to you? I bet it’s lame.”
You gasp at the insult. “It is NOT lame!”
“Uh huh. Sure. Prove it.”
You deadpan at him. Then you say softly: “…It’s meeting you.”
Baby drops the container he was holding. It hits the floor. He stares at you like you just confessed a deep government secret. “What.”
You blush, looking away. “It’s true.”
“…ME?”
You nod.
Baby stands perfectly still for a full five seconds. Then he makes a noise. A broken squeak. “Babe WHAT—”
You laugh. “I said meeting you is the best thing that happened to me—”
He slaps both hands over his face. “STOP— I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR EMOTIONAL DAMAGE—”
You giggle and hug him from behind. He goes stiff. Then melts like overheated chocolate. Slowly he turns around and hugs you back, burying his face in your shoulder. His voice comes out muffled and way too soft: “…It’s you for me too, idiot.”
You smile into his hair. Then he adds quickly: “But if you tell ANYONE I got emotional, I’m throwing myself into a snowbank.”
You kiss his cheek. “Okay.”
He mutters: “…I can’t believe you said that. I’m gonna be thinking about it for like three days.”
hating on x reader fics is genuinely like. so weird to me .wowww someone wants to imagine dating a fictional character. wow someone did the mortal sin of pretending their fav loves them.. boo fucking hoo people are dying
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