seeking for your attention

Karamel shippers seem to think we only hate Mon-El just because we don’t like their ship, so I thought of 10 reasons why we hate Mon-El that don’t involve Kara~

1. He fucking owned slaves and most of his fans try to validate why that’s somehow “okay” just because he’s not from earth, as if being born in an advanced alien society means you don’t know common universal morals (Which is ironic considering its canon to the show that everyone from basically every planet knows slave owning is wrong/unacceptable)

2. He abandoned a woman he was sleeping with and left her to die while she was begging for his help to save himself

3. He lied about who he was to people who had opened up their lives to him for 9 whole months just to make himself look better and then he admitted that he would still be lying about his identity if his parents hadn’t shown up

4. He. enjoyed. objectifying. women.

5. Nearly gets several people killed because he doesn’t follow orders

6. He takes away screen-time from characters who are far more interesting than him, yet he still manages to have 0 character development or add anything essential to the plot

7. Instead of doing what’s right (Like M'gann did) by returning to his planet to save everyone from being oppressed and fix his past mistakes, he stays on earth doing the bare minimum for his own selfish reasons

8. Only wants to do something any decent person would do if that means he gets something he wants in return

9. Believes he should be forgiven immediately without any repercussions and no need for a genuine apology

10. His character is teaching boys and girls that no matter if you call a woman, selfish, attention seeking, annoying, yell at her infront of your co-workers, lie to her, act aggressively jealous, guilt trip her and use a declaration of “love” to manipulate her feelings despite never doing anything in your actions to prove it (saying you love someone and actually treating someone like you love them are two totally different things, not just making them bacon and throwing in a few compliments) you’ll be good enough to have her.

nasally, neuro-typical voice: uhm, if you’re actually mentally ill, you wouldn’t “broadcast” it on the internet. that’s attention-seeking. try internalizing your urges and feelings.
me: blocked

We Need To Talk About Ramona Blue:

TO EVERYONE WHO GAVE THIS BOOK ONE STAR WITHOUT READING IT:

First off, know that I am not going away. I am going to stand here and scream this from the rooftops as many times as I have to. Because I am tired of my voice and my story being drowned out. This book tells my story. If I get even one person to at least consider they might be wrong, if even one person buys this book because of me, then I’ve made a difference. 

I respect your opinion and based off of the original synopsis I completely understand why you felt that way - indeed I agree with you. I understand why the initial synopsis made you angry, really I do. The b.s. trope that lesbians (or any LGBT+ girl) can be ‘cured’ by finding the right boy is not just offensive and incorrect, but incredibly, incredibly harmful. And when it’s used as much as it is, it leads to people in the real world justifying their homophobic thoughts with - “I can f**k that girl, she’s secretly straight anyway. I can make her change her mind. She just needs the right guy.” Corrective rape is a very real danger and one that is directly impacted by words like those in that synopsis.

But this isn’t what the book is about. When the author, Julie Murphy @andimjulie, was informed of how offensive and harmful the synopsis/blurb was she started arranging to have it changed. Because here’s the thing: authors don’t get to write those. Some random person at the publishing house does. It’s that random person that made the harmful words and who misunderstood the book.

The new synopsis is up on this goodreads page now  . Please read it and maybe consider changing or removing your rating?

Because this book isn’t about 'lesbians can be cured.’ This book is about bisexual girls, girls just like me, who grow up not knowing that they are bi. Believing that because they like girls they must therefore be lesbians or because they like boys they must therefore be straight. I’m the latter; in this heteronormative world I spent years believing I was straight before I realised.

This book is for all the girls like me who think they fit into one box because they like someone and then one day, realise they have feelings for a different gender. It is about how confusing and scary and downright terrifying that is. It is about lying awake all night thinking “but does liking this boy mean i was straight all along?” “do i actually like him or is it because i’m supposed to?” it’s about worrying that you can’t change your identity because people already know you as a 'lesbian.’ Worrying that you’re just attention seeking or greedy or unable to make up your mind, that you’re on the fence and you need to choose.

This book is about the moment of relief when you finally find the name that suits you - bisexual. Or, perhaps when you decide that it’s okay to not know for sure right now. And how much weight is taken off you once you know who you are, and you have an identity.

I haven’t read the book yet but the new revised synopsis reflects that the book will actually be about those topics. You’re punishing the author for what someone else misunderstood and wrote as a harmful piece of promotion. Notice how different (and not harmful) the synopsis is now that it’s been written with the author’s suggestions instead of just by some dude? That to me suggests that the book itself, written entirely by her, will be much more like the new synopsis than the old one.

Oh, and you will also notice that I mentioned I haven’t read the book yet. So how then, you wonder, am I able to sit here and say that the book will be about all of the things above?

Because I am that girl. I went through all of those things. Mine was vice versa to Ramona - I believed that I had to be straight because I liked boys and if you like boys that’s all you can be right? Wrong. It was so, so hard for me to figure out who I am, where my place in this world is. It took me four years to get where I am (I’m 18 now). And I still haven’t finished this journey - my parents don’t know. I know, from reading this new synopsis, that that is what this book is about because I have lived it. I know because the author is bisexual, married to a man - she has lived it too.

Tumblr I just don’t get it. We cry and cry for more representation but when you have it you destroy it’s chances with negative reviews before it’s even begun. All because it’s the “wrong sort” of representation. You don’t want this bi girls story, my true story, because it shows that sometimes girls who like girls also like boys. Not always but sometimes. And sometimes we end up with those boys. 

Please, buy this book. Promote this book, please at least undo this low rating until you have read it. This book could have saved me so much heartache when I was fourteen. It could have let me know that I was not alone. It could have saved me six months of self-harm, an emotionally abusive relationship, bullying for being 'frigid.’

I didn’t have this book when I was facing all those things. But the next bi or pan girl could. We could save them.

Representation is important. Lesbian representation and positive, good representation at that, is important. But so is bi girl representation. And this book just happens to be one for the bi girls. This doesn’t have to be either or, bi girls existing doesn’t mean that lesbians do not. Please, let’s not harm each other’s chance at representation. Let’s support each other.

Please, at least let’s read this book before we give it a rating. Please help the next girl like me before she is hurt.

reality v. fiction, tho.

So – I’ve seen some SHITTY REAL LIFE STUFF during my time at a state appellate court. We talked about some SHITTY REAL LIFE THINGS in my criminal law courses. The stuff people do to each other is horrible, particularly the stuff people do to children. I don’t understand it, and I want to wrap all of these sweet babies into a big hug, even the people who think we “hate” them and are being “insensitive” and who think I think my creativity is more important than them feeling safe.  But like – there is a BIG FUCKING LINE between kink memes and the horrifying things people do to each other, and it’s not anyone’s fault but your own if you can’t wrap your head around that.

And seriously – if you’re still so traumatized by what has happened to you, and you’re so fragile that you can’t scroll through a search results page on the internet without having an emotional collapse because you can no longer discern that line between what happened to you and this wholly un-linked fictional subgroup, then maybe you need to put the internet away and give your counselor a phone call. I mean that as nicely as possible, and as someone who has finally started seeing a therapist for her own issues. You’re not entitled to fic, or even to fandom, after all. So, it’s not our responsibility to coddle the most delicate among us, forever terrified that someone is going to threaten suicide and lay the blame at our feet because they stumbled across something that they probably shouldn’t have been reading, anyway.

Don’t blame us because you a) can’t distinguish a line between women writing kinky shit for other women who want it, and b) are fucking around on the internet when you’re not emotionally ready to. If you’re ~on mobile or whatever, just fucking stick to authors you like and avoid the “search” function. This is not rocket science, it is basic self-care.

Imagine finding an injured black stray cat with green eyes which reminds you of Loki, whom you’ve been crushing on ever since you first met him through the Avengers. You take it in and nurse it back to health, then you decide to give it to Loki, thinking he could use the loyal company and somebody who loves him just the way he is without judging him. A mortal like you, after all, couldn’t be that person, you figured. He would never take an interest in you.

Too shy to personally give it to him, you put the cat in a cosy basket and sneak it into his room on Stark Tower, attached to it a note signed by “a well-wisher”.

A few months later, after both Thor and Loki returned to Asgard, you visit them. Loki’s cat, which he has taken deeply into his heart, recognises you and thus starts at you, meowing and purring, desperately seeking your attention. It’s then Loki realises it was you who introduced him to his fluffy little friend. He appreciates it so much, he slowly starts falling for you.

PLEASE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY: YOU ARE NOT AN ATTENTION SEEKER. you aren’t attention seeking when you reach out for help. you aren’t attention seeking when you tell someone what you are going through. you aren’t attention seeking when you put it on your social media. you feel like you need some help and support and thats OKAY, whether it be a comment on your post, a hug, a chat with someone, you needed that, it was in no way attention seeking. a lot of people suffer in silence worried that they are “attention seeking” and don’t want to bother anyone, but NO, attention seeking is when if you get attention it boosts you, and you behave in a way to get attention, whereas when you “seek attention” or in others words “seek help” it’s because you need it, you need someone’s support, and that’s totally okay!! we all need help, and we are all on this same planet, and we can all help and support eachother!! so please seek help, and don’t feel bad, you are beautiful and deserve help and support!! 💗

“Seventeen Days” (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

A/N: from this point on, i’ll be doing an extended author’s note at the end of every chapter so i’m not ruining the chapter in this note. tags have been kooky with me, but the tagging list for this story is still open! -j. x

“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

He easily pulls you up onto your feet in a fluid motion. “Hey, sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologizes.

“Oh no, I’m the idiot looking at my phone and - oh, thank you,” you beam as he bends over to picks up both your phone and suitcase for you. You suppress the appreciative sigh bubbling up your throat as you get a good view of his butt.

Thank you, indeed.

“Why are you lugging around a huge suitcase in the middle of the -” He pauses as he catches your expression of admiration. “Hold up, were you just checking out my ass?”

Rapidly blinking doesn’t help your brain come up with an excuse, so you own up to the question with a sheepish shrug. “Sorry, but it’s a really nice ass,” you confess. “You must do, like, a million squats a day or something.”

A pleased look crosses his face. One hand goes on his hip while the other coquettishly bats the air. “Stop, girl. You’re making me blush,” he unabashedly grins.

Outstretching two thumbs-up, you flash him a radiant smile. “Whatever you’re doing, continue it,” you encourage. “And sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where Pym Hall is? I was looking at the map on the school app, but it’s -”

“- Really small, like it’s made for ants, right?”

Your jaw slightly drops while your eyes arch upwards. “Those were my exact thoughts!” you exclaim with surprise.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who hates the map,” he chuckles. “Pym Hall is just across the quad. It’s the second building with the statue of the lion.” He pauses, his eyes dropping to your huge, green suitcase. “I could take you there if you want.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to.”

“Pym Hall doesn’t have any elevators.”

The polite rejection you’re about to deliver stops at your throat as you recall your room is on the third floor. A sheepish smile curls up and you push the suitcase his way. “I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, no problem. I have nothing better to do, might as well help out a pretty girl,” he winks.

Are all Earth boys super nice? With a smile big enough to light up a city, you hold out your hand, enthusiasm glittering from your eyes. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way. I’m a transfer student.”

He grabs your hand and energetically pumps it up and down. “Sam Wilson, at your service.”

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Quiet Village- Gaston

Gaston x Reader, I’ve never written one of these so you’ll have to excuse me if it is terrible. 

Anyways, I’ve had this idea in my head, and since I know people are eating up imagines (myself included) I thought it wise to leave out my OC. 

I must give credit to @luuuuuke-evans idea, Gaston survives his fall- cushioned by a snow bank, but still badly injured. He leaves Villeneuve in seek of medical aid. 

Word Count: 1,430

Warnings: None 

There will be a part two very soon. 

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Please, stop.

“Hey! How are you going? I just have a quick question regarding [insert pets name here].”

“Long time no speak. My dog hasn’t eaten in 6 days and has had vomiting and diarrhoea for 5 of those days. What should I do?”

“Hey, just a quick one but I really want to let my cat have kittens just once so she can experience motherhood, is 8 months too young to let her mate?”,

Please, stop. 

Please, if you have a friend you rarely chat to, a friend of a friend of a friend or an extremely distant acquaintance who is a vet/student/nurse/tech etc, it is really not okay to ask for free advice. It is actually disrespectful.  

Most of us (including myself) are obliging and willing to help because that is the nature of our profession. Though I tell you, if you haven’t bothered to say hey prior to Mitten’s getting into a cat fight at 2am or if you haven’t cared to check in and see how life is going before Charlie started coughing 2 days ago, it is not okay to ask for that free advice.

You usually message us in the middle of a busy day or you message late at night when we are settling in, trying to unwind from a 15 hour hectic day of sick animals and devastated/angry clients. A Facebook message or text pops up from someone we haven’t spoken to in 5-10 years. I get it, you are desperate. Most want to know if they should take their pet to a vet or not. My honest answer is, if you are desperate enough to ask someone you rarely know or haven’t spoken to in a while if you should seek medical attention for your pet, then you more than likely need to. If you are unsure, it is best to call an emergency clinic and ask for advice.

Be mindful. Veterinary medicine already consumes our lives. It bombards us in all aspects of life. I will reply and help as much as I can without physically seeing your animal, but keep in mind that I am most likely replying to you when I am shoveling food into my mouth in the 2 minutes I have spare to eat during a shift or I am in the middle of spending some rare, free time with my loved ones. I will always advise to seek veterinary attention because if you are that concerned to message me, best bet is that your pet requires it.

All we ask is to please be mindful. 
I’ve fallen in love

(A/N): I haven’t written for Loki in ages! 

Request:Loki x reader where you’re Natasha’s little sister and when Loki is sent to Earth to be watched over by the Avengers you and him end up falling in love with each other and you hid from everyone please

Warnings: none


Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

     “(Y/N), no,” Nat stated as she folded her arms over her chest, glaring at you menacingly. “It’s not a good idea, he took down our entire team, you have no chance-” 

    “Well forgive me for doing my job Nat,” You sigh as you turn to her, sighing exasperatedly. “I was assigned Loki and nothing you do or say is going to change that. It’s only for a 2 or 3 months at most plus I’ve handled stuff worse than him,” 

    “Remember what he did to Barton?” She asks, her voice low and dark, a tone that would intimidate anyone, anyone but you. You’d grown up listening to that voice, that dark tone that was intimidating to all but to you it was just Nat. 

    “I know Nat but he had the tesseract back then, now he’s just-” 

   “Now he’s just the god of mischief (Y/N), this should be a walk in the park for you,” You smile a bit, assembling the last of your shield uniform before turning on your heel, giving Nat a quick little smirk. 

    “It will be,” 


    The god of mischief sat before you, shackled and chained like some animal. Despite the mask over his mouth you most definitely could see he was smirking, you could see it in those devious eyes of his. 

     “Be careful (Y/N),” Fury whispers to you in passing, handing you a simple remote with all the controls to his elaborate cage. You give him a small smile and nod, quickly putting your hard facade back on to face Loki. 

    “Let’s get one thing clear,” You state, mocking Nat’s rather intimidating tone. “I’m not here to mess around, I’ve got a job to do and that’s all, I will go anything and everything to complete this job do you understand?” Loki’s eyes squint at you, no doubt an amused little smile upon his face before he nods, slowly and almost thoughtfully. 

    With a shaky sigh you press a button that releases the hold of every chain that contains Loki as you attempt to hold your intimidating facade. It wasn’t easy though when the god suddenly rose to his full height, much taller than you would have expected. 

    “So,” He drawls, that ever present smirk upon his face. “Where to first? Some jail, asylum, perhaps one of Shields secret bases?” You merely put on a smirk of your own, giving him a coy little smile. 

    “Oh no, I’ve got something better,” 


    “I have to live with you?” Loki looked about your apartment disgustedly, wrinkling his nose up at the puppy that was jumping up his legs, begging for attention. 

    “I figure it’s a better punishment than all those places,” You merely shrug, taking a sip of water from a mug. “Plus, this way I can keep an eye on you until shield decides what to do with you,” 

    “I am not some pawn for you to pass about your world-” 

    “You stepped into our boundaries Loki,” You set your glass down, staring at him menacingly. “You became our pawn the minute you thought of taking over earth,” To this he smiles, almost like a reflex. 

    “This pawn doesn’t want to play,” He muttered, his voice dark and evil, holding a more sadistic tone than you thought possible. Although his words have tremors of fear sparking up and down your spine you ignore it, instead puffing out your chest a little bit and standing taller, giving you a more confident stance. 

    “Too bad buddy, you’re already in the game,” 


    Living with Loki was…as expected, hard, infuriating, and most nights it ended with you locking yourself in your bedroom to cry pure tears of frustration. He was beyond annoying, constantly pestering you, annoying the living shit out of you, and only the gods knew that he was a need attention seeking monster. He was constantly doing shit to get your attention, perhaps a little threat here, maybe an almost escape incident there, suddenly appearing in your room at the most ungodly times. And all together it was just infuriating. 

    You had hoped that the two of you could get along, after all it didn’t hurt to have faith, but as the weeks ticked by, dwindling down until just one month had passed in his 2-3 month sentence. It was a bit horrible to say but you couldn’t wait until the god awful god had to take his leave. But you had stuck it out, given him a chance, you’d been kind to him, gave him a roof over his head and food in his stomach and yet it still wasn’t enough to appease him. 

    This week had been particularly bad, he’d been more than obnoxious, always getting into something, whether that be your closet, knocking over a picture on the wall, or simply throwing an insult or two your way. You’d been able to tolerate it all week but today was your breaking point. 

    You’d had an awful day at work, a mission went awry, you were pretty bruised up, and when you got back you had to deal with piles upon piles of paperwork so yeah, you were a little stressed when you walked through your apartment door. 

    “There’s my favorite human,” Loki sneers from his perch atop the couch, giving you a greasy smile as he flicks the TV off. 

    “Not today Loki, please,” You beg softly, throwing your bag onto your couch in exasperation. 

    “But I’m bored,” He whines, putting on a mock pout. “Play with me,” 

    “I don’t want to,” You grumble as you walk into your hallway, grabbing a towel before attempting to enter your bathroom, however, before you could Loki appeared before you, that damn smirk upon his face. 

     “Someone in a bad mood?”

    “Yes, now get out of my way so I can shower, please,” 

    “Oh, I like it when you beg,” He taunts, an evil little twinkle in his eye. “Do it again,” You grit your teeth as you attempt to not rip his throat out, instead gripping your towel a bit tighter. 

    “Get out of my way Loki,” 

    “And If I don’t?” For some reason that was your breaking point, those few words, that damn smirk, the fact that you couldn’t even try to shower without him pestering you. 

    Everything over the last few weeks builds up, creating a flurry of emotion behind your eyes and before you know it you’re crying, full blown out crying.  You pathetically wipe at your eyes, trying not to sob as you officially give up. You were done with your job, with Loki, with life in general. Without another word to Loki you turn on your heel and march to your room, locking the door behind you. With a defeated sob you collapse on your bed, sobbing into your pillows. 


    The world seemed quiet around you for only a few moments, the only sound being your quiet sobs. God, you just wanted to have one good day once, was that so much to ask? You sob a bit louder, your entire body heaving with the effort when suddenly there came a timid knock at your door. You couldn’t even cry in peace with Loki around. 

    “Go away,” You yell at him, burying your face into your pillow afterwards. 

    “(Y/N) one way or another I’m coming in there, you can either get up and let me in properly or I shall simply do it myself,” You grumble something as you realize just how screwed you are here, there was no hiding from Loki at this point, he was either coming in, or you were letting him in. With another defeated sob you unlock the door, collapsing back onto your bed. Not even a moment later the door swings open and Loki hesitantly creeps in. 

    “What do you want?” You ask bitterly, attempting to glare at him angrily. 

    “I’ve never seen you cry before,’ he states softly, cocking his head to one side to give you what you believed to be a sympathetic gesture. 

    “Well,” You sniffle, wiping away at your tears. “I wasn’t really expecting you to see me crying and-” As you go to wipe away at your freely falling tears one of Loki’s surprisingly gentle hands grip your wrist, pulling it away from your face. Instead, with his gentle and warm hands, he wipes the tears away for you. 

    “Do you care to explain why you are crying?” His tone is much softer now, a tone you’d never think you’d hear coming from Loki himself. 

    “Why are you being so kind all of a sudden?” Your tone has lost it’s bitterness, instead replaced by that hopelessness you were feeling. 

   “Well,” Loki gives you a form of a smile. “I didn’t think I’d ever say this but I can’t stand to see you upset, especially at my own hands, I just wish to amend my wrongs. Now, do you wish to tell me why you are crying?” He asks once again, his eyes swimming with some form of emotion. 

   As you stare up into his face you can’t help but realize just how beautiful he looks right now, a concerned expression on his face, his eyes swimming with worry, his face much softer than you’d ever seen it and as you do stare up at his face you can’t help when the words just start spilling from your mouth. 

    “I’ve had a rough day at work,” You admit, “And I’m tired all the time and-” You stop, realizing your next words were about him. 

    “And you are tired of me?” He asks, his tone holding some kind of edge to it. 

    “It doesn’t help when you’re constantly pestering me-” 

    “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” The god stares at you earnestly, his words soft and smooth. “I never wished to make you feel this way-”

   “Really? Then what were your intentions?” Loki looks into your eyes, almost biting his lip in thought as he does. Then he sighs softly, closing his eyes for only a moment before opening them once again. 

    “I did not know how to handle my situation when I realized that I had fallen for a mortal, much less a mortal who had ‘imprisoned me’,” He admits quietly, those beautiful blue eyes filled with what could only be shame. “I only realize when it’s too late that I should have gone about this differently,” 

    “Who says it’s too late?” The words fly from your mouth with no filter, thoroughly shocking you and Loki. 

    “Well, you cannot possibly mean-” 

   “Perhaps I could find it in my heart to forgive you,” You give him a soft smile, one that made your eyes crinkle with the utmost joy. Loki smiles at you, not the crude and rude one he usually sports but an actual, authentic smile. 

   “I would greatly appreciate it,” The two of you smile at each other for only a moment more, just staring at each other with these half sad half adoring smiles before one of you reacts. 

   “May I-” You stare at his lips, those beautiful lips that you had to admit you’d been dying to kiss. 

   “Be my guest,” He whispers, staring at your lips with just as much hunger as you were his. Without a moment to spare you lean forward, capturing his lips within your own. It wasn’t the slowest, most kindest kiss you’d ever had but you loved it more than words could describe. 

    The feeling of his hands tangled in your hair, his lips pressing against your earnestly, the warmth of his chest pressed against your own made the moment all too perfect. But eventually the moment had to end, you did have to breath after all. Your lips part and you’re left gasping, your forehead gently pressed against his own as you do so. 

   “We mustn’t tell a soul about this,” Loki murmurs, breathing just slightly heavier than usual. You nod your head, smiling softly as you still attempt to regain your breath. 

    “Agreed,” 

What are your rights at a protest?

Animation by KAPWA Studioworks

Citizen activism is as American as apple pie. Whether you call it a protest, a parade, a tea party, a town hall, a march, a sit-in, a patriotic rally, a picket line, a free speech event, or a nonviolent demonstration, your right to stand up peacefully for what you believe in is protected by the US Constitution. Read the  First Amendment:

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

To learn how to turn protest into powerful change, watch this TED-Ed Lesson.

Ready to exercise your constitutionally protected right to protest? Before you go, know your rights. Below, read an excerpt from the American Civil Liberties Union guidelines for protestors. [For a pdf of the full ACLU ‘Know Your Rights’ guidelines for protestors, click here.]

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Keep Quiet

Word Count: 2,936

Warning: Nothing but smut mixed with fluff.

A/N: I had to change it up a little in this story. I feel like we always read about Suga as the controlling, dominating, aggressive guy (and there is nothing wrong with that, trust me. I like all forms of this man). But I feel like there will be times when he will turn into an absolute sweetheart for his girlfriend… when she is not bugging him. ^^ Please enjoy!

You entered into the boys’ dorm which was a lot quieter than it usually was. Earlier while you were at work, your boyfriend had called you and asked if you could stop by his place. He didn’t tell you why and got a little irritated when you kept pestering him for the reason. Knowing Yoongi, he was secretly plotting something. There were rare times when he would do romantic things for you. He would keep to himself, preparing everything on his own just to show you how special you are to him. Sometimes he would get annoyed at you when you questioned his actions but that was only because he was nervous, although he would never admit it. At the end of the day, you two would snuggle up together, pleased at how it all turned out.

You took off your shoes, unaware that someone was seeking your attention. You heard a small whimper and turned to see a tiny brown puppy excited to see you. Dropping to your knees, you greeted him.

“Hi Holly! Have you been a good boy?” Rubbing the playful dog in your arms. “Yes you have. Yes you have.”

You stood up, still holding Holly. Glancing around the room, there wasn’t a person in sight. “Come on,” you spoke. “Let’s go see what daddy is up to.”

The place didn’t look any different from how it usually was. Maybe you were wrong about Yoongi’s motives after all. You opened the door to his shared room, thinking he might be inside. Of course he was there. His headphones were on and his laptop was opened. He was working. As soon as you found who you were looking for, Holly wanted out of your arms and into the arms of his owner. You sat him down and watched him scurry to Yoongi, jumping into his lap. He easily became distracted and removed his headphones.

“Sorry to disturb you while you were working.” You teased. Yoongi’s head whipped in your direction, finally noticing your presence.

“I wasn’t working, I was just keeping myself occupied.”

“Yeah? Doing what?” When he realized he was working, he became defensive.

“Did you come here to interrogate me?”

“No, I came here to spend time with my boyfriend.” You giggled, walking over to stand behind him planting a kiss on his neck. He smelled so masculine, it drove your hormones crazy. “Where’s the rest of the gang?”

Yoongi placed Holly on the floor and grabbed your hand, guiding you around to sit on his lap. “I asked them to leave for the day.”

“Why did you do that?” You asked curiously, already knowing what he was going to say. You just like hearing it.

“It’s been awhile so I thought we could have date night. We could order your favorite food to be delivered and watch a movie or whatever you want to do.”

“Aww Yoongi-poo! You left your schedule open to spend the day with me? That’s so sweet of you!” You teased, watching his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“If you’re going to ruin the moment, you can leave.” He turned his head away embarrassed. You laughed.

“I’m sorry. That sounds like a wonderful idea,” you kissed his lips. “Thanks babe.”

The two of you sat in the kitchen waiting for the food to arrive. You were sitting on the counter and Yoongi moved to stand between your legs. His arms wrapped around you, resting his hands on your ass and your arms draped loosely around his neck. You smiled, taking in his presence.

“I’m really happy you are back. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” You kissed the top of his head.

“Yeah I missed you, too. But the good news is that I have a couple weeks to relax before I have to leave again.”

“Does that mean we’ll get to spend more time together?!” You asked excitedly.

“I can’t make any promises but I’ll try to makes as much space in my schedule for you.”

You smiled and nodded, deciding not to push the subject further. The kiss was supposed to be a quick peck but it soon became heavy. The sounds of your wet tongues and breathing were all that could be heard from the kitchen. Yoongi’s strong warm hands entered under your shirt, running up your back. Your hands tangled in his hair in an effort to pull his body as close to you as humanly possible. This went on for some time before he broke away.

“Can you stay the night?”

“That depends, am I allowed to?”

“I didn’t ask the guys to leave just because,” he replied smartly. “I don’t want anyone to disturb us when I take you tonight. I want to hear you moan as loud as you can for me.”

“I can definitely do that.”

You leaned in for another kiss only to be stopped by the sounds of someone knocking on the front door. You and Holly waited on the couch as Yoongi retrieved the food. Deciding on a mystery thriller, the two of you ate and watched the movie, having small debates along the way. You snuggled up close to him, laying you head on his shoulder and your arm around the front of his waist.

Halfway through the movie, the beeping of the door followed by noisy chattering of six voices flooded the living room.

“Hey hyung, hey noona. What are you guys doing?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Oh cool! You ordered food!” Taehyung yelled as he ran over to the table, eyeing the leftovers. He didn’t ask for permission to have some and immediately started eating.

“What are you guys watching?” Hoseok asked, leaning over the back of the couch separating you and Yoongi.

By now, your once quiet romantic evening was being invaded by the other members. Jungkook and Taehyung ate the remainder of the food, you and Jimin were having a conversation, Hoseok was pestering Yoongi, and Jin and Namjoon commented on the movie. Yoongi’s was getting pissed by the second. This was not how he saw this day going. He abruptly stood, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Y/n wait here. Everyone else in the bedroom.”

You watched them all get up and leave out the room. Once inside the bedroom, the door was shut rather harshly.

~

-Meanwhile in the room-

“I thought you guys were staying the night out?” Yoongi questioned.

“Yeah… we thought it over and we wanted to come back.” Jungkook answered sheepishly.

“Why?”

“You weren’t the only one that just came back from tour. We wanted to rest at home, in our rooms, in our own bed.” Jin replied crossing his arms.

“But you knew what tonight was. I had asked you guys to stay out for a reason.”

“Well if it’s that important to you, why don’t you guys just go to her apartment like you usually do?” Taehyung joined in.

“Why can’t we spend time here for once? Why can’t we just have a moment to ourselves?”

“Because you live with six other guys. Privacy no longer exists.” Jin stated as a matter of fact.

Yoongi was about lost his temper and Namjoon noticed, quickly offering a solution. “You guys can continue your date and we won’t bother you. We’ll just stay in our rooms for the night. Will that help?”

Yoongi didn’t answer, instead he walked out of the room slamming the door behind him. He dropped down on the couch next to you and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was pissed and you could tell. You wanted to calm him down but was worried you would say something that would set him off further.

“Please don’t be upset, Yoongi. We could still have a good time.”

“It’s just the one time I ask them to do something for me, they don’t want to. They can be very insensitive sometimes and right now it’s driving me crazy! I shouldn’t have to always leave home to spend time with you.” He leaned forward resting his head in his hands. “I just wanted everything to be perfect and for you to be happy.”

You stood up and kneeled in front of him. “I am happy, Yoongi. It didn’t matter if the boys were here or not. What’s important to me is that you thought about me enough to make time in your schedule for us to spend time together.”

Yoongi lifted his head and kissed your lips. He leaned back to look into your eyes. The fire in his eyes had died down a bit and seemed calmer. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You pecked his lips again. “Yes, I’m positive.”

The boys kept their word and stayed hidden. The two of you settled back on the couch to watch the remainder of the movie. Yoongi was stretched out, lying on his back while you rested on top of him, between his legs. Due to you being at work all day and listening to his heartbeat, you were beginning to doze off. He hadn’t spoken for awhile and you were sure he had already fallen asleep. You shifted, throwing your leg over his, leaving one to rest in between his. Doing this, you unintentionally rubbed against his groin. Instantly waking up, you let your mind run wild with thoughts of fucking Yoongi on the couch and became horny. He was only dressed in sweats and a simple black shirt so it wouldn’t be difficult to access his member. Your hand moved to the inside of his pants. You slowly stroked him, rubbing your thumb along the head of his penis over his slit. Slowly but surely he was growing harder in your palm. So much so that he pressed right against your covered pussy. You removed your hand and braced yourself on the couch to lightly grind on him. You heard Yoongi’s deep voice mumble something but you couldn’t understand it. Glancing up at him, his eyes were closed and you thought he was just talking in his sleep. This time you angled yourself so that his bulge rubbed against your clit. You bit your bottom lip to keep from moaning. You could already feel your panties absorbing your wetness. Your head was down, watching what you were doing to him. Both of his hands rested on your hips, helping you grind on him. Initially, you were stunned but when you look at Yoongi, not only were his eyes open but he had a smirk on his face.

“Why so surprised?” He teased.

“I didn’t think you were awake.”

“So you thought I wouldn’t catch my little vixen in the act, trying to get herself off without me?”

“Does that mean we can still have sex? I’m so horny, Yoongi.” You whined. He chuckled and nodded.

He was about to pull you on top of him but you stopped him. You eased further down his legs until your whole body nested in between them. Grabbing the waistband of his sweats, you pulled them down letting his cock spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight. You missed how he tasted and how he would grow in your mouth. You held his cock up by the tip, planting soft wet kisses up the shaft. You moved your hand so that your mouth could latch on to the head, sucking away all the precum that tried to escape. Yoongi groaned above you, sitting up to remove his shirt. He watched you take more of him in. The tip of your tongue traced over the band of tissue connecting the head to his shaft. You knew that spot made his toes curl. And just as you figured, you heard him take a deep breath. You held onto the base of his cock and slowly bobbed your head in a rhythmic manner. Yoongi’s hand tangled in your hair, helping you with your movements. The movie had long since ended, and the light from the TV illuminated your bodies. When you looked up at Yoongi, his head was leaning back and his lips were parted as he enjoyed the feeling you gave him.

Your hand stroked his cock at moderate pace as you moved to place his balls in your mouth. Knowing how sensitive they were, you handled them with great care. Each tender sphere jumped around your small pink tongue. Yoongi’s grip tightened on your hair before releasing it all together and pushing you away.

“Baby, stop before you make me cum over that pretty face.” He grunted.

You sat up and watched him undress out of his pants, letting you know it was time to remove your clothes. Yoongi stood to help you, allowing you to lie back on the couch where he just was once you were naked. He spread your legs and situated himself between them. He leaned forward and took a nice long lick up your slit before resting back on his ankles, bringing his middle and ring fingers to his mouth wetting them. He placed them at your opening and shoved them inside. Right away, Yoongi fucked you on his fingers at an extremely fast pace. You could feel yourself dripping onto the couch but the movement of his fingers had you lost for words.

“If we are going to do this then we have to be as quiet as possible. I don’t want them disturbing us again. Do you understand?” You opened your mouth to talk but nothing came out. “Y/n, do you hear me?”

You knew that if you had opened your mouth to answer, the entire apartment complex would know what Yoongi was doing to you. You nodded your head in agreement. He removed his hands, bringing his wet fingers to his lips licking away your sweet nectar. He leaned forward, guiding his cock to your entrance only leaving the tip inside before resting on his forearms. Yoongi bucked his hips causing him to slide into your warmth. You were seconds away from moaning out but Yoongi covered your mouth with his own. He slowly rocked his hips into yours, making love to your body in the most sensual way. You rested your hands on to his smooth back, pulling him in closer. You suck on his tongue as he pushes your legs further apart with his body. Yoongi gave you slow but deep thrusts, rolling his hips into yours. His actions only made you want him even more. You hungrily play with his tongue but all administrations stop when you both hear a light whine by your heads. Breaking the kiss, you both look towards the sound and find Holly staring at you two with doe eyes and his head resting on the cushion.

You are the first to turn away, quietly giggling. You pepper kisses on Yoongi’s neck.

“I guess I’m not the only one who wants your attention tonight.” You whisper in his ear.

“Fuck! Out of all the nights…” he mumbles to himself, trying to think of what to do. The last thing he wanted was his dog watching him have sex. Using gestures, Yoongi tried to get Holly to lie on his dog bed.

“Yoongi…” you moaned out, rolling your hips. He turned his attention back to you and kisses your lips. Thrusting into you once before Holly whimpered again.

“Min Holly…” Yoongi groaned in frustration as he looked back at his puppy. “I promise I will give you all the attention you want, just give me thirty minutes.”

As if he understood every word, Holly walked away. You shook your head, amazed at what just happened.

“That’s why I love that dog. He understands me,” Yoongi chuckled and looked down at you. “Now, let me tend to my other spoiled baby.”

His lips were on you in seconds. Sucking a purple mark on your neck. His hip movements were deep but now his thrusts were filled with a bit more urgency. You looped your arms under his and held onto his shoulders. Biting into his collarbone to keep from screaming. Feeling the tight pinch in his skin and your muffled moans only motivated Yoongi to move faster. Rotating your hip upwards and spreading your legs wider, he was able to slip deeper inside of your pussy. Yoongi moved to lay behind you, lifting your leg in the air. In this position he was hitting spots you never knew existed.

“Fuck… Yoongi…” you breathlessly cried.

He held you as close as he could. His arm came up under yours and rested at the base of your throat. He turned your head to connect to your lips. You cried in his mouth as a signal that you were near your end.

“All most there baby.” Yoongi groaned, pumping his dick in you faster.

He could feel every detail about your velvety wet center when you squeezed around him. You had entered into another dimension when your orgasm passed through you. You couldn’t speak or hear but only feel Yoongi’s cock guide you out of it. His thrusts started to subside soon after, unloading a never ending string of cum to paint your walls. You both lay there breathlessly, softly pecking each other lips.

“I love you.” Yoongi smiled.

“I love you too, Yoongi-bear.”

He groaned causing you to giggle but a clearing of the throat interrupt the moment. You both look at the doorway to find Namjoon with his eyes covered.

“Now that you two had a good night, Yoongi I think you need to clean up after Holly before-” The shriek of Jin’s voice echoed through the dorm. “Jin stepped in it.” Namjoon sighed.

Reminder to aros and arospecs that you are allowed to use whatever aro terms you want to describe your romantic orientation. It doesn’t mean you’re attention seeking, or trying to be a special snowflake. You’re using the best words you’ve managed to find to explain your own complicated feelings and that’s a good thing.

being shut down as a child and told that what you want doesn’t matter 

feeling like your words don’t hold any weight and that you have no influence on anything that happens to you

still feeling when you get hurt it’s your fault, because everyone agrees that it is

feeling like nobody will ever want to listen to anything you have to say

feeling like anything you say can’t possibly be important or of any value

feeling like anything you do has no worth or significance simply because it’s you who did it

feeling screaming inside from injustice but knowing you can’t do anything about it

feeling unbearably anxious and angry and helpless you end up harming yourself

feeling guilty for harming yourself

feeling helpless to change anything

feeling like you’re not important enough for your pain to matter

feeling like you probably wont live for long anyway

feeling like you’re disposable, and your life is disposable

feeling like there’s no meaning to life like this

feeling like there’s no way out

feeling like any expression of your pain is attention seeking, selfish, manipulative, abusive, wrong, and like you’ll get shut down and punished for it

because you always were shut down and punished for it

but it’s still nobody’s fault because “you’re not expressing how bad you are so nobody can help you”

feeling like nobody could help you even if they knew

feeling like your pain is a burden

feeling inner frustration so unbearable you want to explode

feeling scared of yourself and what you might do

feeling like you’re a monster even if you can’t figure out just what did you do to become one

all of these are signs of experiencing severe child abuse.

if you felt this, you were abused.

When you, stop wanting us

Originally posted by aomg-jaypark

It was funny.

Somehow you found it funny because everyone had warned you about dating a celebrity and he was. He was that exactly; a celebrity. He was a proper celebrity with proper fans and before he was your boyfriend, everyone warned you the danger of dating Jay Park but you were stubborn. In some ways when you think about it now, it was good that you were stubborn because loving Jay was the greatest thing you have done, loving Jay was easy and simple.

That was until it was no longer that.

There was always that, the familiar tone of ‘I told you so’ whenever people asked you about Jay nowadays but it was never that for you. They warned you of all the girls he were always with, all those songs he crooned and all the raunchy lyrics he wrote. It was never that with Park Jae-beom.

He was a man; a complete gentleman.

He made you happy, and when you met him it felt like forever since you’ve been happy. You were in your mid-twenties, young and beautiful. Your face reeked with youth and your smile never losing its ‘breath of fresh air’ but life as someone in mid-twenties was hard. You were trying to find yourself and you were trying to make a name for yourself. You were filled with passion and spirit to carve your name in the world and who would be more attractive at that age than a 30 years old CEO, who was filled with confident, youth, composure and security.

You found warmth in Jay.

You found love with Jay.

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Be gentle.

Be gentle with yourself; life isn’t easy.

Be gentle with others; we all suffer.

Be gentle with your thoughts and feelings; they only seek your attention.

Be gentle with your body; it is your vehicle through the harshness.

Be gentle with Love and Life and seek their source within you.

When life burns and stings; be gentle.

When life is hollow and dark; be gentle.