#there is soooo much maturing and growing that happens between like middle of high school and end. or first year at uni

[goodlucktownsend]

And it can also be like, if they are aware you're gay, then they're thinking. well of course he doesn't care, he's gay. But it's like. No my sexuality is not the problem. I would be equally uncomfortable if I was a straight dude or if you were a 15 year old boy instead of a girl. The problem is that you are a child and adult men (no matter how young, even if they've only been an adult for a few months) should not be interested in you!

I think probably one of the most uncomfortable things in the world is if you're a guy and your little sister has friends that are a few years younger or your friends have little sisters that are a few years younger you can pretty much guarantee at least one has a crush on you, or at least they distribute most of the guys in your friend group between themselves, and it's like, no matter how uncool and weird and ugly and gross you are it happens anyway.

Like maybe you are older and a bit taller and more mature or calm than guys their age but that is literally IT so I'm not sure where it comes from. And it is like, they are so blatant, but you cannot acknowledge it in ANY way even to tell them to stop or you're a creep who's seeing it because you WANT it to be there when it's like no I'm literally gay I'm just not comfortable with this 15 year old girl texting me just to say hi.

Like really the only thing you can do is be kind of distant but polite and hope that you're modelling appropriate behaviour so when they're a little older and know a little more they can tell when older men are taking advantage of them because it's NOT how a safe person acts, but you also can't really be a safe person or give advice on the topic because they will probably get super upset and embarrassed and lash out. + do your best to NEVER EVER be alone with them + NEVER come out of your room after 8 pm when they're having sleepovers with your sister.

[minshookie]

Pillow Fight.

Pairing |Bully!Jungkook x reader

Genre | smut, angst.

Summary | “Another day spent babysitting your bully’s little sister...you should really quit but the pay is just too good.”

!warnings! | 18+ mature language, bullying, mentioned sexual acts, mentions of past bullying, NON-CON,financial struggle, Jungkook is a really shitty big brother.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 1k.

A/N: I rewrote this so many times! Lmfaoo! Buuut get ready because some of requests yall sent in are 🥵🥵.

“Orange is your best color.” Aera chirped dragging the paint drowned brush along your pinky nail. “I think you’re just saying that because it’s your favorite.” The young girl giggles continuing to color your fingertips. “Uhm are you staying all night miss y/n?” Nodding you brushed back her wild strands of hair softly with your free hand. “Soooo like a sleep over?!” She squeals closing the bottle of nail polish, her eyes glittering as she gazes into yours intent for answers. “Yeah!” You matching her energy only made her more excited, “yay! And-and can Jungkookie Oppa come?!” She bounced on her knees smiling ear to ear, fumbling over her words.

“Oh...Jungkook huh... Hmm what about no boys aloud?” You planted the idea praying she’d take the bait as you started cleaning her toy makeup, giving her a chance to think it over.

“What? Jungkook isn’t a boy, he’s my brother!” Giggling she pounced from the couch striding towards his room. At this point all you could do is laugh at her innocent lack of logic. She looks so happy who are you to burst her little bubble, for all you know Jungkook might want nothing to do with the both of you and your little mock slumber party.

Closing the toy purse you hid it back away in the large toy chest she pulled from her room, leaving it open you cleared the floor of the multicolored blocks and dolls. A whisper of a laugh escapes your lips as you overhear Aera’s begs and pleas mixed with Jungkook’s refusals....but finally the door creaks.

Please no. “Y/n, guess what?!” She drags your name out as her small foot steps pitter the floor, Jungkook’s thudding. She comes down the hall pulling Jungkook by his middle finger. “As if you weren’t undesirable enough, neon nails really helped it out.” Grumbling he throws himself on the couch you just tidied up. “Nice to see you again too Kook.”Aera bounced on her toes watching us have confrontation, unaware of the negative connotations.

Truth is you hadn’t seen Jungkook since you left for college and you hadn’t planned on seeing him ever again...that is until relationships fell apart, your roommate left and things got hard to pay for, and you were two bills away from being homeless. the job up at university paid $9.50 an hour while the busy Jeons still offered $12.00 the choice was clear. Take a little break, live with family, get back on your feet, and try again. But little did you know Jungkook decided to stay local with his schooling.All this aside the work was easy since Aera had grown a bit, but the thought of dealing with the person that made your life hell for four years made you want to quit daily.

“Can I do your nails Too?!” “No Aera, now be cute and get me something to drink.” He orders putting his feet on the coffee table eyeing you up and down,disgustingly. “No Aera I’ll get it.” You grabbed her shoulder. “No y/n! I’ll do it, I’ll do it quickly!” Setting free she bolted for the kitchen.

“So, you went to college got broke and came back sniveling to my rich parents?” You rolled your eyes, looking in the direction of the kitchen for any sign of Aera. “I thought you would’ve out grown your asshole phase, that’s very high school of you Kook.” He scoffed defensively, “and you using babysitting as your main income is high school of you, what happened your little rapper boyfriend leave you high and dry?” “You shut the fuck up.” You snapped back my reflex. He held his hands up in defense, “Suga blew up and left you in the shit show not my fault.” We argued in hushed tones as Aera ran back into sight.

“Here you go kookie!” She handed Jungkook the can of Coke, heaving for air. “Aera this is warm, cold...I want something cold, go try again.” He handed her the can, “oh okay Oppa sorry!” And off she was back down the hall. He turned back to me, “why’d he leave you...couldn’t make him bust?” you tried to hide it but his words stung, you’d been avoiding anything to do with Yoongi since he’d ghosted you weeks before you left for college. Bigger things waited for him in the world of fame, and you weren’t in the blueprint.

“Fuck you Jungkook.” “Come try it bitch.” Smirking he was satisfied with himself as you stood almost defeated. “Oh I forgot you’re scared of sex.” “Leave the high school rumors behind...ran out a material? Maybe you should get out more.” He rolled his eyes scoffing, “shut up before I make you.” “You like to pretend I’m still afraid you...make me, little boy...since you insist on being one.”

Jungkook’s come back was cut short by the thumping of Aera’s feet. “Kookie!Kookie! Ice! I got it all by myself!” She gave the cup of ice to Jungkook and then the Coke. “Good job, now pour it.” He handed them back and you took it from her small clutches much to Jungkook’s disliking. You poured him the drink, pushing his feet off the small table and placing the glass. “She’s not your little slave Jungkook.” He kept eye contact picking up the glass, “you’re right she’s not, you...go get me a coaster now or you’re fired.” His eyebrow arched cockily, his free hand waving you away. “As if! You can’t fire me Jungkook.” He got Aera sitting her on the couch beside him as she caught her breath. “Is that so? Try me, my parents might have hired you but you work for us...now work.” His gaze alone told you he wasn’t playing with you anymore.

Angered you stormed to kitchen pulling a coaster from the table before swiftly Turing on your heels, almost jumping out of you skin as you met face to face with Jungkook. “What the fuck do you want now?” “You said some shit I didn’t like.” You threw the coaster back on the marbled table, “I wish you’d grow up already.” You atempt to go past him but his muscular arm halts your plans. “I have to go do my job-” “I put on her show she’ll be good for the next hour.”

You don’t remember Jungkook being so brooding he looked down at you, his new tall posture slightly off putting yet attractive. “What now, you wanna talk it out?” You walked away siting at the island, “I’ll leave you be if you leave me to do my job Kook.” He came behind you, trapping you in his arms. Tattoos, he’d change a lot but not enough to leave you alone.

“I see you came and got the coaster, scared of me now?” What an ass, “no I need this job.” He hummed from behind you, no sign of him letting you go. “You know y/n, you’ve grown quite a bit.” You became more and more uncomfortable by the second, his breathing became deeper. “I’m aware, so have you.” Rudely he became handsy, groping your breast earning a shocked reaction. “Jungkook please-” “scared of me?” He squeezed you with a little too much force making you give a Yelp, he had you trapped, you were nothing but a game to him. “Shhh shh don’t want to startle my baby sister while she rests...that wouldn’t be very babysitter like of you now would it?”

Silent what could you even say? He had you trapped, your position less than hopeless he’d made you feel small and that’s exactly what he wanted. He’s always wanted that ever since you’d met him, and he always succeeds. He intruded under your top, skating his chilled hand over your skin leaving cold bumps in his wake he held your bra covered breast.

You griped his unexposed wrist trying at escape, knowing fully how downhill this could get. “Oh is the brave girl afraid?” “N-no your hands are cold as Ice Jungkook...please stop.” You lied continuing to push his muscular arm. “Oh? Let me warm them for you.” He removed his hand from the island almost causing you to topple over. Reaching down he found himself with his hand now between your legs fiddling with the pant button. “Jungkook! Please no!” His hand along your chest he pulled you back into his sculpted figure.

“You must not value your job as much as you say, scream again and you’ll be broke and fucked over and to think I actually liked you a bit.” He came to your ear, sniffing your hair eerily. “Little did I know how much of a bitch you were, I loved you when you were shy.” He finally got through your button, getting to your panties he gave you a two fingered massage along your core, you strained not to react to the unwanted pleasure. “Look at you pathetic and wet I bet you’re so needy I could make you cum right here.” He began to focus his nimble fingers on your aching clit. “Fucking stop it.” You could only whimper. “Why should I, we’re old enough now and you’re sopping through your panties I know you want it.”

He invaded under your bra, fondling your hardening bud. “I loved you when you were weak and innocent...I know she’s hiding deep inside of you, the little girl that would cry over me-”

“Miss y/n! I’m tired!” Her voice softly called from the living room. Saved by an angel, finally Jungkook stoped his assault backing off of you with a groan. “You’ll meet me in my room when she’s in bed, or else.” He grumbled leaving you behind to collect yourself, how could bad get so much worse?

[actuallyadhd]

I'm sorry, this is going to be long, but I'm so distraught right now I don't know what to do. How can I forgive my mom for not getting me diagnosed or help? I have been exhibiting symptoms of ADHD pretty much since birth. By middle school I also developed severe depression and moderate anxiety. In 6th grade it was suggested that I get tested for ADHD, and after the initial evaluation they said I probably had mild to moderate, and my mom decided I could cope with it on my own.

She tried tutoring but 3 weeks into the school year she had to stop because of personal issues, and that was the end of that. In 7th grade I was bulled really bad, and I was always getting in trouble in school for doing horribly, and I was getting yelled at a lot at home because everyone in my family before me grandparents, aunts, uncles, mom, and cousins all got straight A’s and all went into either Ivy League, top their engineering, or elite women’s colleges, & I was struggling not to fail out

I was honestly so depressed that I was ready to kill myself 12 years old. I tried telling my mom I thought I was depressed but she just yelled at me and told me I was being over dramatic and said everyone my age felt that way. I was to afraid to tell my mom to what extent because she had also threatened me with physical violence if she found out I was self-harming (which I also was lol). So I go through middle school barely scraping by. High school was a little better,

but I still sucked so much, the only reason I didn’t just completely and utterly fail school was because I found sports that I loved and was good at. If it wasn’t for them I probably would have failed out of high school, and not have gone to college. Again I was barely scraping by and junior year I actually ended up on academic probation and couldn’t do my sports and I actually came really close to killing myself, I probably would have if not for being interrupted like 15 seconds after starting.

I was still self harming & my mom would get at least 2 phone calls/emails home a year about it & she would blow it off once in a while she would confront me mostly she would yell but sometimes she’d say something like “I don’t care if you do it, just make sure no one else finds out” I tried asking for help a few more times between age 16 and 19, the most she did was make one email and when she never heard back she was just “🤷🏻‍♀️ I tried” but usually it was “what do you want me to do about it

I did end up going to a Division 1 University for sports, but at this point I had been put down by many people I was to afraid to ask for help. It wasn’t until fall jr. year when I had a really low gpa that the ADHD thing came up again, the more I looked into it the more I realized it described me to a T. But even though at this point I was 20, my mom still actively prevented me from getting help. I was NCAA ineligible fall senior year (due to shitty advisor) & again in the spring, due to gpa.

I was originally going to red shirt, but because my gpa sucked at the end of the spring my coach decided to just kick me off. I ended up having a breakdown and spent the summer lying and going behind my moms back to finally get help and I was eventually diagnosed with depression anxiety and eventually one of the most severe cases ADHD my psychiatrist has seen. I’m happy I finally realize that, hey, I’m not just lazy and stupid, and I’m course to get my life back on track,

but there are so many things that I missed out on growing up, and even this year that I can’t do, that I’ve always wanted to do. I’m not going to get the plaque all my teammates or recognition of being a 4 year Varsity athlete that my friends will because I got kicked off because of my gpa, I’m not allowed to rush, something I’ve always wanted to do, because of my gpa, I can’t get into grad school, even if I get straight A’s in all of my remaining classes because my gpa will still be too low. 

I did end up telling my mom about my diagnoses and she didn’t realize half the things I did were ADHD symptoms, and she didn’t realize what some of the symptoms (such as impulsiveness) included, and on one hand I understand, but also I just can’t find it in my heart to forgive her. I was a child and didn’t know any better, and her constant yelling and put downs and telling me I’m over dramatic made me to scared to do anything about as an adult until I was literally past the point of no return.

That’s soooo hard. I’m so sorry that happened to you.

I don’t know about getting into grad school because I couldn’t have gotten in for the same reason (luckily I wasn’t interested in doing grad school for what my undergrad was in). I think a lot about that depends on what you want to do with your life. Is grad school required? If so, talk to your advisor and see if you can get help figuring out a way to fix the GPA problem. If not, or at least not right away, take a few years off and then look at how you get in as a mature student; that is, someone who’s been out of school for a while. Often they’ll take life and work experience into account for that sort of thing, and then they might want you to take a few undergrad level courses and maintain a particular GPA in those before they admit you. (This is based on what I’ve gathered from conversations with my husband, who is hoping to start his PhD soon, part-time, while working, after being out of school for ten years. It could be wildly inaccurate.)

As for your mom, it’s complicated. On the one hand, yeah, she didn’t know better and so that’s understandable. On the other hand, she was told and did nothing, you asked for help and she did nothing, and she got after you for things you couldn’t control and never actually tried to look into what might be causing those things to happen all the time. So she definitely fell down on the job, and you’re the one who has to pay for it.

Now, I’ve got good parents and I tend to be baffled about poor parent-child relationships in general, but something I do know about is what forgiveness is and is not.

Forgiveness is not “I’m letting you off the hook for all the crap you did to me.”

Forgiveness is “I’m choosing not to harbour anger and resentment towards you for the crap you did to me.”

Forgiveness is not “we can have a great, close, personal relationship even though you did all that crap to me.”

Forgiveness is “I am not going to let you do that crap to me again/anymore, and that means we aren’t going to have a (close) relationship (of any kind) for a while/ever again.”

So you can forgive your mother for what she did, but that does not mean you have to open yourself up to be hurt by her again. You can protect yourself from that, and you can also choose not to be bitter about the past. We can’t change the past, we can only control what we do as we move forward.

Forgiveness isn’t easy, and you should only do it if you want to. It’s letting go of the negativity (releasing negative energy, if you’re into that kind of thing) and making room for the positive that you can make happen in the future.

-J