i guess you could call this a rant

The Wolf And His Kitten

Originally posted by startrek-in-the-galaxy

Theo x Reader

Summery: Theo treats his Kitten to a quickie after she points out he’s been a little too busy

 Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut

Behave. The one rule Theo had given you that morning. It was not even eleven fifteen and you’d been given three detentions, caused one of the boys you’d winked at to walk smack into a door and decided that to get the most attention from Theo you should be flirting with Scott McCall.

“That’s amazing!” You giggled a little too loudly, glancing over at Theo who slowly looked up at you, shooting a look that could only be described as your punishment is coming.

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OK WAIT so I’m seeing that some people LEGIT feel offended by the fact that vernon wore “grillz” (they prob weren’t even real, come on) and can the people that are like… hit me up? I saw nothing wrong with it cause l mean, the whole concept of grillz have been existing for yeARS (and I searched this up before I started spouting shit). They were used to show off your high status, just like how the rich would wear expensive àss clothes and shiny jewelry. So to say that it’s appropriating black culture seems a bit off to me? Cause in hip hop, we know all these rappers wear these expensive watches and gold chains just to show off like legit??? It’s a style??? To brag about social and economic status??? I don’t think grillz have that deep of a meaning in our culture fam lmao.

I Should Have Been There

Word Count: 1300

A/N: This was requested by -sardonicjughead on Wattpad and I’m hoping this is alright, I wrote this at school lol. Enjoy some more angst my friends! ALSO I JUST WATCHED RIVERDALE AND IM DEAD IM SCREAMING IM TRIGGERED SEND HELP.  Much love!

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale


    “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Y/N exclaimed, walking into Archie’s bedroom where Jughead was playing video games. Jughead looked over to his girlfriend and rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.

    “I guess I’ll leave you two be.” Archie said, exiting from the game him and Jughead were playing and standing up. “No fooling around on my bed.” He teased as he left.

    “Are you okay?” Y/N asked, looking over at Jughead who looked super pissed off.

    “I’m fine.” He huffed, seating himself on Archie’s bed and pulling out his phone, he needed something to distract him from what was to come.

    “Are you sure?” she asked tenderly, walking towards him.

    “I said I’m fine!” he snapped, and Y/N stood stunned for a second.

    “Okay, I’m sorry for asking.” She whispered, sitting on his bed. “Well anyways, I’m not going home ever again.” she said, and Jughead just shook his head.

    “Why not?” he asked, not really listening to Y/N at all.

    “My dad, he’s such an ass. He was drinking last night, heavily as you would imagine because when is he not-anyways, after I came home from Pops last night I found him passed out on the couch surrounded by beer cans and bottles. After I put my stuff upstairs I came back down and started to pick up the cans and bottles because I didn’t want our house to start to smell like a liquor store like it usually does. I mean I spent this whole weekend shampooing the carpet to get the beer and liquor smell out, the whole weekend! Anyways as I was picking it up, he woke up and started drunkenly screaming at me, telling me that I needed ‘to leave his shit alone’ and 'if I thought for a second I could steal his alcohol and get away with it, I was out of my damn mind’.” Y/N ranted, grabbing Jugheads pillow from the top of his bed and placing it in her lap, squeezing it. Jughead scrolled on his phone, opening a game and started to play.

    “I told him I wasn’t trying to take his alcohol, and that I was only trying to pick up. I made up the excuse that I didn’t want him to step on an aluminum can and slice open his foot, or slip on a glass bottle and hit his head, although at this point I could care less if it happened.” She scoffed, and then paused. Her face fell slightly, and she sighed. “Okay I would care a little bit, I mean he is my dad for fucks sake but he is such an ass that I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.” Jughead nodded his head, trying to make it seem like he was listening and agreeing, although he had no idea what was being said.

    “Yeah, I bet.” He murmured mindlessly.

    “Anyways, I stood up after I had about an arms-full of cans and took them to the recycling bin out in the garage, and when I came in I started to reach for more bottles and cans, but he pushed me over, and I fell on a glass bottle, that just happened to shatter when I landed on it and I cut my arm and had to have Betty and Veronica pull broken glass out of my arm for about an hour.” She rolled up the sleeves of a green sweater she 'borrowed’ from Jughead, and revealed a large bandage running the whole length of her forearm. Again, Jughead just nodded and pretended to agree.

    “Yeah, I totally understand.” He muttered, and Y/N looked at him, noticing he was playing a game on his phone.

    “Are you even listening to me Jughead?” she asked, and she saw his face harden a little.

    “Yeah.” He replied, and she stood up from his bed.

    “What did I just say happened to me then?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip. Jughead threw his phone on the bed and looked up at Y/N.

    “I don’t know, probably the same shit that you always complain about. 'oh Jughead, my dad drinks all the time and he is such an ass.’ "He mocked her, trying his best to mimic her voice. ” 'Oh Jughead, I don’t know where my mom is, she hasn’t returned my calls in days and I’m worried, I miss her so much.’ I get it Y/N, you have a shitty home life, but guess what, so do I. All you do is complain about it and I’m tired of listening.“ He erupted, and Y/N backed away slowly.

    "You’re an ass, Jughead Jones.” She spat, tears welling in her eyes. “You forgot to mimic the part where he pushed me down, causing me to cut my arm open and left me bleeding, he didn’t even care.” Jugheads face softened, and worry started to replace his anger. “But that’s okay, your game was more important. I guess I forgot to add the part where the only reason I’m alive right now is probably because Veronica and Betty came to my house because I left my math text book at Pops, and they wanted to return it. But when nobody answered, they came in and found me in the kitchen, where I had passed out because I don’t do well at the sight of blood, and as you now know my arm was heavily bleeding.” She said, shoving the sleeve up again and taking off the bandages.

    “I am so sorry, Y/N.” Jughead started, trying to hug the girl but she pushed him away with her good arm and showed him the wound.

    “They took me to the ER where I got this stitched, and they called the police on my dad. He’s in jail now, just so you know. And I’m staying with Veronica so I don’t end up on the streets, but let me guess, you don’t care about that, do you?” she angrily asked, wrapping her wound back up.


    “Look, I’m sorry I come to you and rant about my family. But it’s because you’re my boyfriend, and I thought I could come to you with things like this. I felt comfortable opening-up to you, you were the only one to know of my family problems until last night. I was forced to tell Betty and Veronica because of what happened. Did you notice I called you last night?” she asked, and Jughead hung his head low. He had ignored the call, thinking it was because she wanted to come over and rant.

    “I’m going to take that as a yes.”  She said. “I was calling you for help, but you didn’t even answer, you didn’t even return it, or at least text me. What the hell!” she yelled. Archie bust into the room, looking between the two of them.

    “Whats going on?” he asked, and Y/N turned to face him, wiping tears from her eyes.

    “Nothing, Arch, I was just leaving.” She whispered, trying to push past him. He grabbed her bad arm and she yelped in pain.

    “Oh my-fuck Y/N, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” he quickly asked, pulling his hand away. She shook her head, tears flowing freely now because of the pain of her arm and the paint that her boyfriend was avoiding her.

    “I’m fine, goodbye boys.” She said, hurrying out of the house. Archie and Jughead stayed silent until they heard the front door slam, and Jughead angrily threw his beanie to the wall.

    “Fuck! I’m such an ass!” he yelled, and Archie looked at him worriedly.

    “What the hell just happened?” he asked, and Jughead sat on the bed, shaking his head.

    “I fucked up big time, I just might have lost the best thing to ever happen to me”

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Rivals (Part 1)

tA/n: @cecenybabe sorry for the wait! Here’s part 1, I’ll end it at the second part.

“Y/N, L/N” “Here”, you said as you did not even bother to look up.Once again, you had stayed up way past getting a good night’s rest. “Mark Tuan”, the teacher called, followed by a “here”. You rolled your eyes even at the mention of his voice. Mark Tuan, the “bad boy” of the school, well, him and his little friends. You hated people who acted stuck up, snobby, and like they just ruled the world, not really caring about anyone. Unfortunately, almost every girl fell for it. Not you, no, you were too smart to be one of his victims. You avoided him almost every chance possible because ever since that day, he was a pest that did not want to go away.

About a month ago, you, once again, failed to get a decent amount of sleep. You bumped into Tuan as you spaced out and, of course, apologized because it was the right thing to do.”Sorry”, you said with a half-smile and was about to walk away till he grabbed your wrist,”have I seen you around here?”, he said. You removed your hand and shook your head,”I dont think so”, and left as soon as possible. You thought that was the end of it until your class’s assigned seats changed and you were lucky to be sat next to him.

 “Oh, youre the clumsy girl”, he said as he sat down and pointed. What on earth did bumping into someone point to clumsiness?, it happened one time. “Yea I guess thats me”, you responded. He smirked and winked at you,”maybe we could have some fun sitting together.” Oh no, no, you knew were this was going and intended to put a stop to it. “No, we just sit next to each other, thats it”, you said to him and turned as the teacher started to talk. “youre gonna be a feisty one”, he whispered. You wanted to say something but afraid of the teacher calling you out so you ranted in your mind. 

Feisty one? what do I look like? some tool for his amusement? maybe if you werent such a dick id actually give you the time of day.

Ever since then, it would not stop. You figured he would become bored after a couple weeks but he stayed pestering you for months. Although you didn’t want to admit, some small part of you enjoyed his presence, though that feeling was buried very deep. Another day was ahead and you walked through the halls as Mark spotted you. Groaning as you turned around, Mark walked up behind attmepting to place his hand on your shoulders. You were too used to it and deflected it with perfect timing. “Im not in the mood today Tuan”, you said. “Isnt that everday though? your attitude is too moody, your boyfriend wouldnt like this”, he responded. “well, sure am lucky I dont have one then”, you retorted.

“You know I could-”, “yea, never happening Tuan.”, you said, for about the 100th time. “God, youre such a, such a”,”Bitch?”, you completed his sentence, you knew he wanted to say it. “Well, yea, a hard one to crack”, he said as he scoffed. “Then just leave me alone, my world would be a much better place.”, you said. “I know I may be somewhat of a douche”, “somewhat?” you interrupted. “ugh, youre boring, goodbye”, he said as he walked off. You breathed a sigh of relief as you walked towards your friend. “Tuan troubles?”, he asked. You looked at your friend, Jackson, and nodded. He smiled and ruffled your hair,”he totally has a thing for you.” “Thanks captain obvious”, you said as you opened your locker.

“No Y/N, like a real thing”, Jackson said. You sighed,”Jackson, I know you see the best in everyone but Mark”,you said as you turned the hallway and pointed at him. His back was on the locker as one of his girls had their hands on his chest,”Mark, he can’t be helped.” “Yea Y/N, but hes doing that little kid thing where he likes the girl but everyone thinks he hates her but he looooves bothering her”, Jackson cooed. You rolled your eyes,”listen wang, lets say he did, I would never ever date the literal scum of the earth.” The bell rang before you two could continue your conversation and it was time to head to class. Luckily, you had gym, which equaled the equivalent to doing nothing. Sadly, however, it was Mark Tuan. 

This time, in order to hide from the boy, you went inside the closet where they stored all the balls. There was a light and a place to hide from anyone who came, you were sure he could never find you.To your happiness, it worked for about thirty minutes until you heard the door open and a voice you recognized. “Man, Im so tired.” Mark Tuan. Shhh, you told yourself. He wouldnt know if you just kept your mouth shut. You heard him sit down and sigh,”aaaa, love coming here to relax, I wonder where Y/N is. she’s always hiding,  im tired of looking ugh.” You smirked and spoke in your mind,oh wouldnt you like to know Tuan, wouldnt you like to know.

“Ugh, she’s so stupid, why would she do this? she’ll pay for this.” Pay for what? What did I do? “I cant take this anymore. she needs to take responsibility for this.”, Mark said as he was getting up to go look for you. ME? WHAT DID I DO? You wanted to say something back but you also did not want to give up where you were. Eventually, he left. As the class came to an end, you walked out, the words Mark said stirring through you heard. He could have meant generally, just you being a bitch to him but for good reason, he was a complete ass. Somehow, even with that reassurance, his words still moved your stomach.

You were taking your stuff out of your locker when a hand banged against it, making you jump and turn around, now staring into the eyes of Mark Tuan. For some reason, at this moment, you felt weak as he gazed at you. “Tuan”, you said. “Y/N”, he said as his eyes looked you up and down. Y/N, get a hold of yourself. You gulped and stood your ground. “Back Away Tuan,” you said as one hand pushed on his chest. “Where were you in gym?”, he asked as he crossed his arms. You scoffed,”like thats any of your business” “It is, come with me afterschool.” You blinked out of disbelief,”you cant just order me around like that, no thank you.” Mark started to laugh,”Oh, youre funny, I know you would never say yes, thats why I have this.” 

Your eyes widened as his phone was dangling from his hands. You were about to open your mouth, Mark spoke,”Scream, it drops. Talk back to me, it drops.” You bit the inside of your cheek as your body started to build with rage. Mark smiled and took your silence as yes. “See you later babe”, he winked. As he walked off you shouted at him,”I hate you Tuan!” Mark turned around as he dangled your phone again,”What was that?” You clenched your teeth and walked off, stomping into you bumped into Jackson. Of course, you explained the situation and, of course, he got mad. You loved him for that but you wanted to handle this on your own. Once you got your phone back you were gonna go off. 

hey so someone commented the first thing on a picture i submitted for a makeup contest. Several kind women and friends replied to him calling him out and he replied about “getting to know the real him”. 

Can I just say that this will never be okay??? I don’t care if this was a joke to him. I know that I have personally always really hated my appearance, especially my weight. I’ve lost a lot of weight since middle school because of my own poor self image and comments like this I had seen being spewed at other bigger people. And not to get too personal but after reading this I went to my gramma’s room and cried on her bed for maybe a half an hour because it hurt me so much at the time. But even if I wasn’t insecure, this shit would still sting. Because to him and people like him, crushing people’s hearts is just a game. 

Don’t be this guy. Don’t put people you don’t know down for the sake of doing it. 

Language! (Steve Rogers x Reader). One shot.  English Version

[russian version]

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Imagine it. You are an assistant to the main curator of one of Smithsonian Institution museums. Your job is to consult visitors on the contents of permanent expositions and temporary exhibitions. To say you weren’t made for the job, well, that would be an understatement. Thing is, there are only two ways your work here goes. You either spend all day playing ‘Candy Crash’ and stealing lollipops from the reception or barely make it through the day answering repetitive questions from the hordes of visitors.

“Well, at least I have a normal job,” is what you tell your friends when they, tired of listening to you whine yet again, suggest you find a different place. You refuse. Because “I work in a museum” sounds very adult-like.

And when you add that you also work on the side at a bar three times a week, people usually let out a sigh of relief. “She’s alright,” they think. A normal girl one can deal with.

This past week work has gone down the second road, meaning that you and your colleges could hardly keep up with the amount of visitors. Mostly elderly people and children. Which is understandable since your new exhibition is about that guy from all over the news who managed to come back from the dead. Captain America. You’d think people would have already gotten tired of seeing his face, and the only ones who’d come to the exhibition would be the administrators.

Alas, as Thorin Oakenshield so eloquently put it: “I have never been so wrong in all my life.”

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Alright children here goes the Paul story (ies)

In the year of 2015, in the month of June, my little 17-year-old self flew to London to start an internship in British parliament I start working, and am told there will be another American intern. I hear that and I’m so excited.

 The office consisted of two female employees (both in their twenties), our male MP (who is infamous for being misogynistic but that’s a different rant), and myself. 

So in walks Pepperdine Paul™, and at first Im like okay he’s not what I was picturing (was picturing some pale white frat boy so like it was a pleasant surprise). And then he got loud

We all know that the British are traditionally more reserved and serious, and we all also know that Paul is, well, not

So, like I mentioned earlier, there were two full-time staffers who were both women.  One was a bit more serious and down-to-business than the other, because she handled more.  So I guess you could call her our boss? She was in charge of our assignments, idk

There were a lot of comments that he made about how she was stuffy or bitchy or whatever, and at first I was like yeah man kinda a pain to work with, but then I was like wait? She’s literally just doing her job????

But, he made like super rude comments about her, and used terms that would definitely not have been used if this supervisor was a man

At the same time, he didn’t do a lot of work, and was trying to be super chummy with the MP (which makes sense).  Our MP was a pretty big Trump guy at the time, and he asked us our opinion one day and I was like no??? And Paul didn’t explicityl say no or yes, but like….

Superman v. Clark Kent pt. 3 (Derek Luh)

Part 1

Part 2  

Derek’s POV:

 I wake up with a headache and someone next to me. For a minute, I get excited because I think it’s Y/N, but then I remember last night and why my head hurts. Who runs into a fucking door frame? 

 I look over at whoever’s next to me. I’m pretty sure I didn’t sleep with them, since I just laid on the ground till I fell asleep after hitting my head. The question is how’d I get here and who’s next to me. All I can see is a puff of hair. 

 She starts to stir. I watch as Lucy turns around. What the hell is she doing in my bed? 

 She rolls her eyes, “Calm down, we didn’t sleep together.” 

 “I know,” I say. It’s easy to tell Y/N and Lucy apart. Lucy’s boobs are a little smaller, and Y/N has higher cheeks. Plus, Lucy’s eyes always look kind of defiant, and Y/N always looks at peace. Y/N just gives off this vibe that says that nothing and no one could disturb her, which was why I talked to her in the first place. Lucy just kind of gave off the vibe that she was lost or looking to be.

 I get out of bed and say, “How did you get in here? How did I get in here? And why are you in here?” 

 “I just walked in, sorry. After the whole thing with my sister I got really wasted and I guess I just ended up here. And I think Nate was the one who pulled you off the floor and put you in bed.” 

 I just stared, before realizing I had somewhere to be, “Whatever. Where can I find your sister?” 

 “She’s probably in class now,” she says, checking her phone. 

 “Well, when does she get out?” 

 “I don’t know. Soon. You got any Advil?” 

 “Only if you tell me how I can find Y/N. I have to talk to her about last night.”

 “Get in line. Sisters before misters.” 

 “Not if misters get to her first,” I say. 

 “You don’t even know where she is. And besides she probably wouldn’t even talk to you. I don’t even know if she’ll talk to me. God, she looked so upset last night. She told me it was just a hookup.” 

 “It was not just a hookup! We spent hours talking, I do not deserve this.” 

 “Y/N is great at understanding people, but when it comes to things like this she’s clueless. I’m sure she still thinks we slept together,” she says, looking guilty. 

 “Yah, why did you come on to me like that after I’d just been with your sister. I know I’ve heard you trashing other girls who go in to get ‘sloppy seconds’.” 

 “I don’t know. It’s just that I’d tried to get with you and you turned me down, then came on to her. I don’t even like you like that, I was just frustrated that she could have something I couldn’t.” 

 I sat there for a minute, silent. “You can go talk to her first, I guess,” I can’t believe I just said that. 

 “It’s not like there was ever a doubt, but thank you,” she said. 

 “But could you at least give me her address. If she won’t talk to me I’ll send her a little something,” I say. 

 “Fine,” she writes down the address and heads out. As soon as she leaves I get in my car and drive to the store. Instead of sending something, I’ll just hand deliver it. 


Y/N’s POV: 

 I squint my eyes as I walk outside after my Classic Literature class. Last night I called one of my friends and she let me rant on for half an hour as I tried to sort out my feelings. After a while I felt better, still angry, but I didn’t want to cry anymore and I felt like I could get over it all. Eventually. 

 As soon as I walk in to the cafe I see Lucy. I put my head down but she calls out to me. I try to ignore her as I wait for my order, but she walks up. 

 “Hey, I’ve been texting you the whole morning.” 

 “My phone was off for class,” I say. I grab my drink and thank the barista. 

 “Oh, okay… well I got us a table. You want to come sit?” She suggests. 

 “No, I’m just gonna head home today,” I say. 

 “I’ll come with!” She says with excitement. 

 “No, Lucy, not today,” I say. 


 “Look, I’d appreciate it if you just gave me some space for a while. Some air to breathe. I’d also appreciate it if you never dragged me to one of those dumb parties again, you saw how last night went.” 

 Her face drops, “Okay,” she says. 

 “I’ll call you or something when I want to talk.” I leave the shop and head to my apartment, feeling guilty all the way there. But this is what’s best. As soon as I get to the right hallway I see someone standing at my door. 

 It’s Derek, with a lot of flowers and a big teddy bear. 

 He struggles to adjust everything in his hands so that I can see his face. “I know you said you liked fruity candy too, but I only have so many hands.” 

 I’m finding it hard not to smile at this. I just look at him. 

 “Can we, uh, go inside so I can set this down?” 

 “Sur- wait. How did you figure out where I live?” I’m not letting some stalker in my home. 

 “Your sister told me,” he says, breathless. 

 “Oh,” I roll my eyes. I open the door and he sets all the stuff on the couch. 

 “We need to talk… while we’re both sober.” I finally come to my senses. 

“Nah, I’d rather not.” 

 “Too bad. I really like you, Y/N. And I want to try to be something with you,” he said. 

 “After you slept with my sister?” 

 “I didn’t sleep with your sister. I’d never! It’s you I’m into and I told you that when we first met.” I remember that. 

“Well still, you can’t even tell us apart,” I say. 

 “I was shitfaced drunk, and desperate for you. It won’t happen again I promise.” I still just stare at him warily. He comes forward, and I want to say I was strong and moved away but I can’t because that not what happened. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me behind the ear. “I really like you,” he whispers, “and I’d like to take you out today.” Another kiss. 

 “Well, not now because I’m gonna take a nap, but maybe later.” I open the door and hope he gets the picture. 

 He closes it back, still inside, “Ooh a nap sounds great, and we can cuddle..” he says. 

 “I’m serious about a nap Derek, I’m not having sex with you now.” Even though I want to so bad. I head to the door and begun to tell him to see his way out.

 “Of course not, we won’t have sex until the third date,” he says. 


 “Well last time we had sex after one night, you left me without so much as a good morning kiss. So I figure if we wait, I’ll have a better chance of keeping you in bed with me.” 

 This is just ridiculous now. “You were trying to get with my sister just last night and you still think I’d want to be with you?! You’re sick.” 

 His eyebrows raise. “Woah, I did not sleep with or even try to sleep with your sister. I told you that before we were together and I won’t say it again, I’m into you, not her. She’s not you.”

“Really? Because it sure didn’t seem like it last night.” 

 “Jesus you have a thick skull. I already said this, I thought it was you! I tried to get drunk so I could forget about you, then she showed up and I was too far gone to notice the difference. I’m sorry,” he said. 

 “You aren’t into me, okay? I’m just not the one to be into. She’s taller and skinnier and more graceful and she knows how to keep up a conversation. She’s outgoing and confident and open to anything but I’m not. I’m the total opposite of all of those. She’s like Superman and I’m Clark Kent.”

 Derek tries to interrupt but I stop him. “No, all I do all day is write and eat and sleep and repeat. You’ll get bored of me real fast. So don’t come in here trying to be all sweet and romantic when we both know this,” I gesture between us, “would never last. It hurts.” I open the door, “You can see yourself out.” 

 He comes towards the door, leaving all of the stuff. As soon as I think he’s going to walk out of the door he grabs me and kisses me.

 I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this before. His entire body was touching all of mine and his arms were around me so tight it felt like I couldn’t breathe, but at the same time like I had all of the air in the world. A part of me said I should push him away but I ignored it because nothing has ever felt so good.

 After who knows how long, he finally pulled away, he started speaking even though he was out of breath. “You are not boring. I don’t think I could ever get tired of you. Everything about you interests me. Besides, if I’m in your paper I want to read it. And stop comparing yourself to your sister. I don’t care if she’s fucking Beyoncé. I’m here because I want you.

 "I want your cute little laughs, and your fancy words, and your way of looking at things. I want your advice, and I want to hear more stories about your life and I want to tell you more of mine. I want to be with you and I promise it won’t be a short term thing. Please, just let me show you. Let me take you out.”

 I put my arms around him, “Fine. A date.” 

 He smiles and kisses me again, shortly. “And don’t ever doubt that it’s you that I want, ever again.” 

 I just nod. 

 3 hours later, we’re coming back from the date he took me on. We went to his favorite diner, and then saw a movie that he let me pick, which of course was Deadpool. Then we walked around the city until we got back to my building. 

 As I opened my door, I bit my lip. “So, you gonna come in?” 

 He nods and follows me inside. I turn and kiss him as soon as I take my shoes off. Shortly after, it gets heated, and we’re biting each other’s lips, exploring each other’s mouths. Moans are all you can hear. I reach down to rest my hand on his crotch but he groans and grabs it. 

 “Mami, I was serious when I said I wasn’t gonna sleep with you again.. yet,” he whispers, out of breath. 

 “What?” I say, still in a daze from the kiss. 

 “We can’t sleep together tonight. I came in because I wasn’t ready to say bye yet.” 

 “But…” I say, desperate. 

 “No buts,” he says, “especially not that one,” he gestures to my ass, “It turns me on too much.” 

 “Please,” I say, “I’m not leaving this time. I can’t, it’s my apartment,” I say, trying to move my hand back to his crotch. 

 “No, mami. I’m trying to prove a point here. I’m into you for who you are, not anyone else.” 

 “I know that now!” I say, frustrated. “Can’t you prove that some other way then? I want you so bad.” 

 He bites his lip and it just makes me want him more. I kiss him. “I want you so bad too,” he says. 

 “Then come on,” I say dragging him to my room. 

 “I’ll come, but we’re just sleeping, okay?” 

 I roll my eyes, “Fine, but tomorrow, you’re gonna get it.” 

 “And I’m looking forward to it.” 

 I take off my clothes and he takes off his so we’re both in just our underwear. We both get in bed and he pulls me half on top of him. He’s on his back, I’m on my stomach and one of my legs is in between his. 

 He leans down and kisses my forehead, “Goodnight.” 

 “Goodnight,” I say, resting my head on his chest. 

 After a minute, his breathing is still short and uneven and I can feel his hard-on against my thigh. I move it up and down so it rubs against him. 

 “You’re point has been proved.” 

 “I can’t take it anymore,” he says, and flips himself over so he’s on top of me. 

“Oh thank God,” I say, as he kisses up and down my chest. 

 That night we made love too many times to count. And this time I didn’t leave in the morning. Waking up to Derek was better than I could’ve imagined. About a week later, he told me to talk to my sister, which I did. She told me about how she felt and why she did it. Surprisingly, she was jealous of me. She said that I had Derek whipped and I was successful in school and I had my own place and she didn’t have anything like that. We agreed on liking ourselves and loving each other. Now Derek and I were more in love than ever and I couldn’t be happier. He was mine to keep. 



 A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. This was the last part. I’m sorry it took so long to get out, it’s just been a stressful week with my birthday and my dad’s birthday, and all of my exams. There was also that I mainly upload from my iPad but Tumblr is glitchy so I had to do it from my phone. But now I’m free for the summer. Next week I go in vacation but I’ll have plenty of time to write. 

 Also to anyone who made a request, it’ll hopefully be written by 5/24/16, so hang in there! Peace, Shay.

Come On Make It Easy, Say I Never Mattered - madsuptonogood - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

for isntrio


“And he has totally stupid dimples when he smiles, and weirdly cool tattoos. And don’t even get me started on the actual parlor-”
“Let me guess, weird and stupid?” Liam asks jokingly.
“Yes! Exactly! So weird and stupid!” Louis waves his arms around to prove his point.
“Mhmm, yep, I see.” Zayn had finally come back out with his water and he and Liam were leaning against the front counter watching Louis rant.
“I knew I could count on you to agree with me Leemo.”
“You like him,” Liam smiles smugly at the look of utter shock on Louis’ face.
“What! How did you get that out of everything I said? Did you not hear me call him weird and stupid?”
“Oh I heard you loud and clear,” Liam turns to Zayn. “Did you Zayn?”
Louis looks at Zayn hopefully, waiting for him to prove Liam wrong. “Yep, I heard him. Sounds a lot like he likes Harry to me.”

Tattoo parlor/flower shop au. Harry runs the tattoo parlor where Zayn gets his piercings done, and one fateful day Zayn brings Louis with him. Niall and Zayn scheme, Harry draws lots of flowers, Louis teases him, because what is healthy affection, and Liam pops in to act like the protective dad he is.

Word Count: 8584

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PROMPT #5: Person A has given up on love. Nope. Love is not for them. Forget that…. And then they meet person B and think; “Annnd this is the asshole who will ruin everything.“

You wanted to get wasted. Trashed. Completely and absolutely drunk.

It was eleven o'clock on a Saturday night when you found yourself at a bar with one of your best friends on the planet, Wanda Maximoff.

You had been set up by a mutual friend to go out with this guy named Tony. You had been hesitant to agree at first but you eventually went with it to please your friend.

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You’re worth more than them (Liam Dunbar Imagine)

Originally posted by tylerhochlin

Request: Could you write an imagine where Liam gets into a fight at School bc his IED gets the best of him and he’s called to the principal’s office and is silent not talking to anyone so Scott calls the reader who’s the only who can get him to calm down and get him to talk about what happened and takes him back to her place and he’s upset, explains what happened and cries in her arms and she comforts him (strictly platonic pls)

A/n: I’m sorry if it’s not that great. And sorry if i haven’t been posting alot of imagines, it’s just that i’m having writers block but i hope tomorrow i’ll post more imagines for you guys x

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I just saw/read what could possibly be the worst article (if it can even be called an article) on the internet.
Basically it was about “Are Albanians European?” and you can guess from the title how goddamn awful it was and that is was, of course, written by a souther slav (in fact I’m 100% sure it was a S*rb).
Without even reading anything in the article the photos that they used in the beginning are bad enough. They used a colorful photo of some modern Albanian girls wearing traditional clothes from Malsia (xhubleta and all that stuff) and above it was written “What you think Albanians look like”.
Next to it, two photos: one black-and-white photo of two covered muslim women of the Ottoman Era wearing niqab-like veils and one of black-and-whitewo what appear to one poor peasant women wearing typical Albanian clothes (at least that’s what they seemed to me) with tanned skins. Above it, written “What Albanians actually look like”.
So just from this you can tell how awful it was. They were like completely changing and disregarding history and acting as if Islam wasn’t brought to the Balkans by the Ottoman Empire. But that’s typical for them so I’m not even surprised.
What disgusts me the most is that they compared a photo of some modern Albanian women wearing new and beautiful clothes from Malsia to a balck-and-white photo of some women who seem like they have been working outside in the sun all their lives and have cheaper clothes because they’re probanly poor. Also Albanian clothes are diverse so why even compare Malsia clothes to clothes of other regions and tribes and social status?
If that wasn’t enough they were saying Albanian come from Africa or whatever and that Illyrians were slavic and that Albanians were apparently using xhubleta and fustanella to which they said were slavic clothing lmao; even though no slavic person has ever used xhubleta or fustanella and those were always known as Albanian clothing) to seem white.
Can you actually believe someone would make up all this mess? When will non-Albanian and non-muslim Balkanis stop bullshitting? I didn’t check the date when it was writen so I hope it was written long ago because if it was recently then that’s even more horrible and embarrasing. Anyways, sorry for making you read (or scroll past) all this.

Knock, Knock Ch.1: Not So Nice To Meet You

A/N: Yay, I started a new fic! It’s inspired by the obnoxiously thin walls of my own new apartment, and I hope you enjoy it more than I enjoy the sounds of my neighbor snoring. 

If you’d rather read on AO3, it’s here.

Look on the bright side, Mary Margaret said.

A least you have a job and a place to live other than your old yellow Bug, she said.

At least you have friends and people who love you, she said.

Mary Margaret. That damn woman and her insufferable fucking optimism. Emma had just let herself start enjoying her silly, cheap apartment with her sad, thin walls. She’d just started calling her obnoxious neighbor Ruby one of her very closest friends; she’d just started considering the sounds of Ruby’s toilet and television and late-night phone conversations to be the sounds of home and the damn stupid girl finally lets down her Fort Knox fucking walls and decides to move in with the doctor she’d been “just screwing” and left Emma far behind. As fucking usual.

OK. It wasn’t Ruby’s fault. In fact, in all honesty, Emma was truly happy for her friend. Happy that she was happy, of course. But also happy because it gave Emma a sense of hope much deeper than Mary Margaret’s (well meaning) platitudes. Ruby finding happiness despite her painful past made Emma believe maybe she could do the same herself. Possibly. Someday.

But that didn’t make the sting of losing Ruby any less painful. And worse, it didn’t do anything to alleviate the absolute agony of having to cope with a new neighbor.

A loud, British neighbor who screamed bloody fucking murder at soccer games and had way too many gruff friends crammed in his living room every other goddamn night – burping and snorting and hee-hawing and overall making Emma wish for the days she was sleeping in the backseat of a half-broken car in the middle of  a snowstorm.

But maybe he could end up being your friend, Mary Margaret said. Why don’t you introduce yourself instead of angry-texting me about him? she said.

Fucking Mary Margaret and her stupid, idiotic optimism. No.

Emma threw herself back into her work – bail bondsperson-ing required a surprising amount of paperwork and googling – doing all she could to ignore the existence of the British bastard and all his stupid noises.

And she was successful, mostly. That is, until she started to hear some huffing and a little grunting and the telltale bounce of springs.

Fuck. This was something she was absolutely not going to listen to. Guess she was going to have to meet the asshole after all.

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Why I Read Killing Stalking

Alright here we go.

Just because I’ve been told by some people that me enjoying Killing Stalking is wrong because it is horrendous, I’m gonna make one post about it and then not talk about it anymore.

I am in no way condoning what happens it this manga.

Its all wrong. Yoonbum is a stalker who needs help, and Sangwoo is a kidnapper and serial killer who needs death. Point blank, end of story.

However, I enjoy reading this manga. I like reading in the same way I like watching Saw and various other horror films. I like suspense, and horror, and gore. Adrenaline junkie here! So yeah, I don’t think its okay, but I think its quality content.

The characters are well developed, with complicated backgrounds. The story line is well thought out and has several layers. Its quality content.

Now on to the most difficult part to talk about. People have said, “You can’t like it! You’re being totally insensitive to people with histories of abuse!”

I am not condoning the abuse. I myself have been a victim of abuse, in several forms (first by parents and then by a boyfriend, if he can even be called that). I know all survivors are different, and deal with our histories differently, but I myself find this manga.. refreshing I guess you could say.

Because I could have ended up like them. My mind did get fucked, I have many a mental illness and my life is crazy for it. But I did not become a serial killer. I did not become a kidnapper. I did not become a stalker.

I don’t know, but it has made me feel stronger for how I got through my abuse.

But that’s just my opinion.


Sorry, glitch in the matrix!!! Here’s the video again! if you have sent me a message then you are mentioned here!

Sorry about all the “um”s

EDIT: Here is a transcript for those who need it!!:D

Hi, Im Andy. Im posting a video and the reason why is because after cleaning my house and having an all out argument with myself, I decided to say thank you. The support I’ve received from that horrible, horrible anon has been overwhelming, overwhelmingly fantastic, but overwhelming nonetheless. I have script because I don’t know what to say….

 It didn’t sit right with me, I guess to just type this out in a post. I wanted it to be more personal than that. I wanted to share my thank you with you, personally. There is actually a list of people I am going to name…. Quite a few people that im going to name because they have sent me either private messages or their own asks to show their support. But first I’m going to clear up a few things

#1. I don’t feel bad about posting that blurb of ranting. At all… so, yeah I guess that’s it. I don’t feel bad, I think I needed to be said. Could I have said it differently? Probably. If I were to look back on it now, would I say it differently? Probably not (laughs).

#2 Pronouns .Whatever you want. It doesn’t matter to me. I have an interesting view on gender and how all that works. I identify as anything and nothing you call me. It doesn’t matter to me… A few people have taken to calling me “daddy”… okay, cool. Whatever tickles your peach I guess.

#3 Can we RP? Of course we can Rp. I would love to RP with anyone who sends in a submission. I am a bit busy with a bunch of people like Katie and Lundy.. TT whatever. So send dme a submission and get a plotline going. Tell me what you want, what you really want to do. Im totally down for anything. I pretty much ship whatever, so don’t worry about asking “Oh well you might not ship it…” I probably don’t but that doesn’t mean I wont play it!

#4 instagram: it is literally my url. Siriuslynotoverremus is my name without the hyphens. I do post there from time to time, but I just started so there’s like 12 or 13 pictures on there, so bare with me and we will get it together.

#5 Will I do this again, make another video? Pardon me, my voice sounds scratchy, I didn’t sleep last night. Due to my own insomnia, not the stupid person.

Yeah I might do it again. I don’t know. It really depends on 1 whether or not I feel lazy… 2 on the feedback it gets. If you guys want me to do it again, then sure. I’m willing to do it again. Ill even answer questions. I’ll let you know when I’m taking them so you can submit video specific questions.

Anyway… moving on to the people who have sent me PM’s or asks to make me feel better.

1.       @asktheoriginalrebel

2.       @deanthomasfinnigan

3.       @a-doe-rable-evans

4.       @poppy-is-standing

5.       @palewerewolfjames

6.       @alwaysahurricane

7.       @awriterzombie 

8.       @radicalhumility

9.       @mermaidgryffindor

10.   @emilymaybestrange

11.   @fangirlinghufflepuff

12.   @mskitkaty

13.   @matinglorieux

14.   @famousyellowraincoat

15.   @datrandomweirdo

16.   @florescere

17.   @funnyfuzzyfoot

18.   @artemishunter98

19.   @lizzieluvemm

20.   @nerdygirlnoodles

21.   @skylarhaven

22.   @candelephant

23.   @i-am-the-punk-mermaid

24.   @madmachinationss

25.   @askthatwolfboy

26.   @littleduckies

27.   @easyawebb

28.   @a-nerdy-diary

29.   @aaa-nopety-nope

30.   @ohmycabbage

I’m going to rant a tiny bit here, so right now you can choose to go on this little adventure with me or jump ship.

Girls, let’s talk about your handwriting. Cut the shit. Work on your handwriting. As a sugar baby, you want to be an icon of perfection that always has that twinkle in her eye for her SD. And hey, you’ve got it all - the clothes, the attitude, the personality. It’s all on point. But I want you to think about the details. You make sure your nails are done, you make sure your skin is soft, and you make sure that you always use the right giggle at the right time, but do you make sure that your handwriting is on point? Probably not.

Now, to be fair, it’s likely that you aren’t handwriting notes for your SD or anyone around you often if at all. But let me tell you - when you leave a note for your SD like “Grabbing coffee - be back soon! XOXO” in the morning, or things like that, if you’re handwriting is shit it will make you look bad.

Hear me out on this! If you have beautiful, perfect cursive with loops and flourishes in all the right places, then your SD (hell, even boyfriend if you want) will see that and have something about you to obsess over. He can look at that handwriting and think about it when you aren’t there, just like he thinks about your hair and voice and the such, now handwriting is on that list! The more he has to think about, the more he’s likely to, and the more he wants you, so the more money you can get out of him!

So, what should your handwriting look like? Personally, I believe that every SB should be able to write in perfect cursive - legible, clean, looped, flourished, and tilted. It looks beautiful, and helps add to the image of perfection you want to create. But, if you’re selling the girl next door look, with innocence and youth and all, maybe that cutesy, bubbly print with heart dotted i’s is more appropriate. Are you writing a love note, or a be-right-back note? Love notes call for cursive, but in a rush that cute (I guess more high school-ish) handwriting could be perfect.

Anyways, what matters is that your handwriting looks good and that in a pinch you can pull out the beautiful cursive if needed. I never see posts about handwriting, and selling an image (like we do daily) depends on the details.

TL;DR: Fix your handwriting, and if you need to, pick up typography. Telling a POT that you love typography gives you a unique hobby or interest that’s easy to sell as genuine.

Rant over. It got longer than I originally intended, but I felt it was important.

Environmentalism Rant

So my current project for my typography class is to recreate a few spreads out of a magazine using InDesign. This particular issue was about water quality and conservation.

In one section, there’s an interview with a water policy expert about how America is running out of fresh, drinkable water, and nowhere in there was animal agriculture mentioned. It did mention “industrial agriculture” once, but conveniently left out the real problem: livestock. One of the questions was “what can the average person do?” The guy proceeds to talk about wacky things like waterless urinals, fecal matter composting toilets, and government legislation, but I’m sitting there like “so when are you going to mention GOING VEGAN?”

These are all valid measures to take, of course, but all the laws and shorter showers in the world aren’t even going to make a dent in the damage and waste that animal agriculture is causing, and this “water policy expert” doesn’t even mention it once, even though it’s the single most effective thing the average person can do. To be fair, this expert could be vegan for all I know, but he’s not using his position of authority on the matter to spread awareness, and that’s what bothers me.

I guess my point is I’m so tired of these so-called “environmentalists” glossing over or just plain avoiding this issue. The food you are eating is destroying this planet; there is simply no denying it. If you care about the planet, you need to go vegan, and it’s about time that the world started to wake up and realize it.

TITLE: Fics too are Loki’d


AUTHOR: anonymous

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki submitting the most ridiculous imagines to this blog to see if anyone writes fics of them. 

RATING: Suitable for all audiences


Loki glanced at the clock on his wall. It was time. All of the Imagine-Loki’s posts for the day had been posted and he couldn’t wait reading them. He loved the stories the mortals wrote about him, especially those really “romantic” ones. Loki did have to give them credit for creativity. It was adorable how they worshiped him with their imagined dreams, but reading those said dreams wasn’t the only thing why he liked the blog so much. He liked to submit the most ridiculous imagines to the blog to see if anyone wrote them to a full story, and then laugh his blessed Asgardian arse off before going to sleep.

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