cause she listens to my crap

it's time

time i spoke about the biphobia in my life.

(tw//bullying)

i finally came to the realization i was bi when i was in 7th grade, and to say i was terrified is a HUGE understatement. i was so terrified i felt the need to tell everyone, because i needed validation.

all was okay until the rumors started spreading. i realized i shouldn’t have told anyone in a catholic school, and i regretted even coming out to myself. i convinced myself i was straight and denied every question i got. only a few friends were actually there for me, lots betrayed me.

fast forward. next year more rumors spread of me dating a girl in my class. i deny once again.

out of school, like in my theatre company, i would gladly scream it from the mountaintops. i didn’t care, because they really didn’t care who or what i was. i felt safe.

until, an old friend of mine who was doing a show with me, kept calling me out for it. saying i was a “special snowflake” and that bi’s should just “pick a side.” these may seem like small things, but they really hurt my self esteem and my self image. badly.

i got really sad. more than before. vowed to call myself straight and never tell anyone ever again. the teasing got to a point where i slapped the boy, and told him never to speak to me again.

that was the only way he listened.

but the story doesn’t end here. nope, because all my friends still speak to him. and he says he doesn’t know what he did wrong.

one day on a trip, my friend was face timing him. i looked at them, and she was looking at me, laughing. i said “you’re talking crap about me aren’t you.” she smiled and nodded.

turns out she was talking to him about how bi’s don’t make any sense.

you see, this is the problem. ignorant people tearing others down just cause they don’t understand something.

i don’t understand how people can eat yogurt, but i’m not gonna tear them down and tell them they’re disgusting for doing so.

ever since then, internalized biphobia and homophobia has haunted my mind. this guy really broke me in a way that is still taking time to fix. i just had a breakdown about this, and it was long ago when it first happened!

words stick. they hurt. but i know the guy and people who hurt me are cowards. i don’t care who they are, they are cowards.

to all my baby gays/bi’s/pans/ and all in between,

DONT LISTEN TO THE MISINFORMED. DONT LISTEN TO THE IGNORANT. DONT LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE WHO HATE YOU BECAUSE OF WHO YOU LOVE.

LOVE IS LOVE. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHO YOU LOVE.

YOU ARENT BEAUTIFUL IF YOU BEAT PEOPLE UP BECAUSE OF WHO THEY LOVE.

stay strong my baby LGBT+’s

~JJ

Knullrufs (A Michael Fanfic Pt. 4)

College!Michael AU

Knullrufs-(n.) the messy, tangled, and disheveled post-coital bed hair

Summary: Michael is the resident hook-up savant at Y/N college. Notorious for great one night stands and never being with the same girl twice, Y/n starts to wonder what all the talk is about.

2 PARTS IN ONE DAY!! Happy Holidays!!

Warnings: This marks the first chapter with fluffy smut!
PS) Lot’s of plots development!
DUN DUN DUUUNNNN

Part one Part two Part three

I quickly learned That Michael wasn’t very considerate when it came to studying, especially when it inconvenienced him getting off. Winter break was quickly approaching, which meant finals were happening all next week. I also learned quickly that Michael gets very horny when he’s stressed, causing him to constantly be texting me in the middle of class or study sessions asking for nudes or just random dirty talk. I’ve offered to help him with his school work, since I’ve always been kind of good at it, but he promptly turned that down with a hell no. Which, I expected as much.

The incessant texting, caused me to need a much over due break from my phone, with my very last, and hardest final coming up the next day. I abandoned my phone in my dorm, being my friend, that if Michael comes over looking for me to not tell him I was going to the library. Sh’es always been an awful liar which I usually admired about her, but right now I was praying she’d gotten better. She didn’t.

I was sitting at one of the private cubicles they have with a computer. I had my earbuds in listening to past lectures I had recorded and doing my studying crap when I felt someone pull one of my earbuds out of my ear. Much to my dismay I looked up to find Michael glaring down at me.

“What Michael? I’m trying to study!” I whispered harshly.

“I’m trying to get laid.” He practically yelled,receiving snickers, and a very loud shush from the librarian. He took a seat next to me moving my stuff onto the floor.

“Michael, please! I’m begging, you just let me get through tomorrow and then I’ll sleep with you all you want until I leave.”

I saw Michael’s mood drop instantly when I mentioned leaving. “Leaving? What do you mean leaving?”

“I mean I’m going home. Not all of us live right off campus, my family lives like 3 hours away.” I take out my other earbud turning to him. “Aren’t you going to see your family too?”

He just shook his head. “Fine! I won’t bother you anymore. Text me when you’re done with finals tomorrow.” He huffed.

I noticed how quickly he always changed the subject when it came to wanting to know about his family, but I just shrugged it off as not wanting to get too personal or sentimental towards each other.

I let out a breath of relief content with my new found silence.

I got through my last final kicking and screaming, but alas I made it! I survived this semester! I also didn’t do too shabby on my last final which left me in a great mood, practically skipping all the way too Michael’s apartment and up to his door immediately after the test.

All of the students had the weekend to leave campus so obviously I spent most of my time in Michael’s bed, or on his couch, or in his kitchen, or in one of his roommates rooms. I think you get the gist. But Michael became more and more needy as the weekend went on, always hanging on me every second we were together. I didn’t really mind cause, well, he’s kinda hot, but it was very out of character for him,especially when he insisted on cuddling after every heated escapade we had.

“Who are you and what have you done with Michael?” I asked honestly scared.

“Shut up and get over here.” He replied opening his arms..

Michael and I had been spending so much time together, that it caused my best friend to be thoroughly confused but what exactly was going on between Mikey and I.

“So…are you guys, like, dating now or…”

“No!” I scoffed a little too loud while packing the last of the thing’s I wanted to take home.

“So you guy’s are like friends with benefits?” She guessed again.

“No, cause we’re not friends.” I shook my head. “I barely know anything about him besides the fact that he has this huge-”

“Okay! Spare me the details, please!” She pleaded. I dropped my hands as I was going to try and give her a point of reference. We both continued packing in silence for a few minutes before she asked,”Well, do you want to know more about him? Like personally?”

I shrugged. “I mean I’m curious,” I confessed, “but if he doesn’t want to tell me I’m not gonna make him. I’m not his therapist.”

“Well you are like a sex therapist I guess.”

“Exactly!”

“Michael!” I screamed, my climax running through me, causing shutters to run through my body. He was sat up, against his headboard, holding me against his chest. He breathed heavily coming down from his own climax, as I braced myself against him. This was going to be our last night together so of course we’d been at this for hours already. Michael smiled as he leaned me back kissing down my neck and over my chest, nipping at the skin before… “No Mikey,” I practically begged, “No more. Please.”

He laughed sitting up straight and pulling me into a kiss. “Fine. I guess we can stop now.” He rolled us over keeping me in his arms as we laid next to each other. It was dark outside, it being in the dead of night, but I could faintly make out the features of his face. I scrunched my brow when I realized how sad he looked, him thinking I couldn’t see.

“What’s wrong?” I asked running my hands through his hair.

“What? Nothing’s wrong.” He said defensively.

“I know there’s something wrong, I can see you.”

He just muttered bitterly and rolled over facing away from me. I huffed sitting up crossing my hands over my bare chest. “Is it me?” I asked.

“What are you talking about?” He sounded annoyed.

“I mean was I,” I scrunched into myself suddenly not feeling very small, a way I never felt around him. “I don’t know…not ‘good’.” I finally got out feeling tears start to well up in my eyes.

Michael looked back at me at first angry before he registered my vulnerable state, his face quickly softening. “No of course not!” He sat up meeting me at eye level pulling me into a passionate kiss and tailing it down my neck. “You’re incredible.” He breathed against my skin,causing goosebumps to form up and down my arms.

“Then what’s wrong.” I pushed taking his head in my hands so he couldn’t turn away from me. He hesitated for a few minutes before pulling me back in and kissing up and down my neck.

“I’m…gonna…miss…you…” He spoke in between kisses and kitten licks. His lips trailed over across my collar bone, making their way back to my breasts. He hovered over my hardened nipples kitten licking each one, and then looking up to give me a soft kiss against my lips. But once his lips left mine I pulled him back this time deeper. I moved onto his lap straddling his legs, but he pulled away.

“No, we don’t have to…if you…I mean you said you were done and-”

I silenced him with another kiss digging my hips into his, nothing separating us but a thin bed sheet. “I want you.” I whimpered. What expected from Michael was a smug smirk and then quickly slamming me into the mattress and start to plow into me like a corn field. You know, cause it’s Michael. I was very shocked when he carefully moved me around and placed me gently on back, his lips still attached to mine. He pulled away, momentarily looking me in the eye.

“I’m gonna miss you so much.” He whispered so quietly I wasn’t even sure if he had actually said it. Evidently he had, because he leaned down to my breasts taking them carefully into his hands before saying, “I’m gonna miss your beautiful breasts,” he pecked a kiss to my nipples taking them momentarily between his teeth. “and your nipples, always so perky and hard.”

His lips skimmed across my stomach before stopping to plant sloppy wet kisses along my pelvis. “And your amazing, tight pussy. Always so ready for me.” His tongue licked up between my folds, slowing as he went over my clit, my hands tangling in his hair wanting more. He ignored my temptation returning back to my lips.

He pulled away resting his forehead against mine. My hands stayed tangled in his hair. I shifted so that he had to look my in the eye as I said, “I will you make love to me?”

He seemed shocked by this request that was quickly replaces with embarrassment. “I don’t…I don’t know how.” He hesitated.

“Just kiss me,” I instructed pulling his face closed to me. “And don’t stop.”

He did as I said, placing a passionate kiss to my lips eventually allowing his tongue into the equation. My legs carefully wrapped around his waist, his hardened member naturally pushing against my entrance. Michael took the hint and slowly entered me, causing a gasp form both of us, but our mouths quickly connecting again. 

I encouraged to go slow, and take his time. Going deeper and deeper into me every chance he got. Michael’s strong arms were wrapped around me the whole time, his hand coming around to stroke my hair. We never lost eye contact as our climaxes overcame us. We kissed a few more times before he carefully pulled out of me and took me into his arms, laying next to me.

We were both quiet for a long time. I couldn’t tell what was going on his mind but I knew what I contemplating in mine. I took all the courage I had to ask, “Why don’t you come with me for Christmas?” 

This question shocks him, as if he’d never thought in a million years I would ever ask him. Which, to be honest, neither had I.

He started shaking his head, a smile appearing on his lips. “Sorry, sweetheart, I don’t meet parents.” And just like that old Mikey was back. This was a good thing though, because I know exactly how to get what I want from old Mikey.

“But, I know for a fact my dad will hate you. And I love pissing off my dad.” Michael thought about this for second but didn’t seem full convinced. “And, we’ll probably be stay in the same room, which means you can fuck me while my parents are just down the hall”

If his last name were true his ears would have perked up. An ominous smile forming on his face. 

“When do we leave?”

Part 5??

Taking Out Anger (Part 2)

Title: Taking Out Anger

 Prompt: @acuteninja: Hi love your Gabriel fanfiction. Can you write one when we tends to get on Dean’s nerves and crosses the line and nothing Cas or Sam could do to make him get a grip before he says something regretful to reader and Gabriel comes I’m to rescue.

 Pairing: Gabriel x Friend!Reader, Dean x Friend!Reader. Sam x Friend!Reader.

 Summary: Gabriel loves tricks, but when you step in to help Dean after Gabriel’s last one, you are put in the line of fire when Dean’s temper explodes.  And boy, does it explode!

 Warnings: Angst. Language. Self-Doubt.  Fluff.

Part 1

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Part 2

Gabriel did everything in his power to cheer you up.  He got your favorite foods, your favorite movies, even took you to some live shows and concerts, and they worked for a little while, but eventually that doubt and self-hatred crept in.  

It would always follow the same path…it would start with it hearing Dean’s voice in your ear, echoing those anger filled words.  It would break your heart.  It would settle, then you would think of how you reacted and you felt ashamed.  You were supposed to be this big, strong hunter…and you just collapsed into tears…how could you do that?!  The self-hatred would hit then, and it was a never ending circle.  

Gabriel had brought you to a nice house out in the country.  You were fairly certain you weren’t in the U.S. anymore, but you didn’t care enough to ask.  It was a nice, quiet place.  Neighbors kept to themselves.

You reached in your pocket and pulled out your phone.  

13 text messages. 17 missed calls.  5 voicemails.

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anonymous asked:

touou realising Imayoshi and Aomine are totally whipped when it comes to their S/O <3 Thanks you sweets <3

Imayoshi: 

“Shouchi-kun!” 
The Touou boys basketball team all turned in the direction of the large double doors which led to the gym, revealing you beaming in your giddy delight. “I brought something for you!”
Your boyfriend, Imayoshi, raised his eyebrows and exclaimed a curious, “Oh?” As he watched you approach him, your hands behind your back as you hid whatever you had in sore for him. 
Wakamatsu never understood how the captain, who was everything scary and intimidating, got a girl like you; but he was probably just jealous that he didn’t have a girlfriend himself.

“Ah, _____-chan,” Susa greets from behind Imayoshi, giving you a nod. 
You wave back at him, “Good afternoon, Susa-san.” Then you turned your attention back to your boyfriend, who placed his hands onto his hips and tilted his head, waiting for you to reveal his ‘present’.
“So what did you bring me, huh?” He asks, wide grin on his lips.
You hummed and then quickly revealed what you were holding; fox-ear headbands. “I told you I’d get them, and if you want anything from me later, then you better put them on,” you sang, and his face dropped for a moment before he chuckled.
“Alright, ____,” he says with little to no hesitation, taking the black ears and placing them onto his head. 
Aomine, Sakurai, Aomine, and Wakamatsu all stared in shock, eyes wide. Did you really convince the captain that easily? To wear… fox ears during practice? 
You beamed, which was exactly why Imayoshi took them in the first place - he loves getting to see you so happy. “Aww, it looks cute, Shouichi.” You lean up on your toes then, placing a quick kiss to his cheek, “I’ll be waiting for practice to end over there, okay?” You give him one more smile before walking over to the bench and taking your seat.
He watched you walk away, a content expression on his face, before he turned back to his teammates, who were still in awe. “Alright, let’s get… what?”
“Man… you’re completely whipped for her, aren’t you?” Aomine rubs the back of his neck.
“How did you get a girlfriend like that?!” Wakamatsu more yells than simply asks, causing Imayoshi to sigh and frown slightly. 
Instead of answering the question, he simply said, “Don’t shout so loudly…”
“You didn’t answer my question!”

Aomine:
Aomine was changing in the locker room with his teammates, sliding his shirt off of his muscular back when he heard Wakamatsu complaining a few feet away. 
“It’s just a shame that Aomine gets some cute girl yet he treats her like crap and doesn’t even listen to what she says.” The blonde may or may not have had a slight crush on your, but unfortunately, you were Aomine’s girl and the tan teenager wasn’t going to let that go any time soon.
Instead of getting directly furious with his words, Aomine just looked at him and said, “What’d you say?”
Wakamatsu wasn’t afraid to repeat himself, “I said you don’t listen to ____-chan and don’t pay attention to her!”
Aomine opened his mouth to speak, when his phone rang and everyone looked down at the pile of his stuff that lay on the bench. “One sec.” He leans down, seeing that it was you on caller ID, and immediately picks up. 

“Yeah?”

“You want me to get you what?”
“…babe..”
“Really..?! You’re gonna do that?”
“Alright, fine, I’ll bring them over. See ya…. love you too.”
Then he hung up the phone, sighing and looking back up at Wakamatsu, who was silent and only responded with a single twitch of the eye.
“So I don’t pay attention, is that right?”
Imayoshi only grinned, nudging the blonde’s shoulder, “That’s too bad~”
Maybe he acted like he didn’t care sometimes, but Aomine was completely and utterly whipped by you, and his teammates now know that.

Rae and Archie’s no kiss list...

This is a little something I put together after watching the movie ‘Naomi and Ely’s no kiss list’ so this is based off that movie. It was meant to be a one shot but I thought I’d break it up into a 3 part fic. Hope you enjoy it, and I’m just using my tag from my last one shot because as usual I’ve lost my forever tag so if I’ve missed you or you want to be taken off just tell me

I love reading your comments, so please tell me if you’re not really digging the story line and I won’t continue it! Thanks!

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When the word best friend came to mind Rae never thought about Archie, no Archie was more of a soul mate, a boy-friend without the sex. To the outside world they looked like a happily in love couple, kissing in public, holding hands, heck they were the poster kids for what teenage lovers should look like. But one thing that mostly nobody knew was that Archie was gay. The gay lover that cherished the ground Rae feebly stepped on, the ‘I love you’s’ never fell short out of Archie’s mouth when he thought of Rae. They had both never been in love per say, choosing to admire boys from afar, and snogging a few boys on the journey to adulthood but never fully committing.

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