that could have gone for way longer

My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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Second Chances

Where you’re his ex-girlfriend and you see his new girlfriend wearing your t-shirt

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Harry watches the wall clock as he waits patiently on his couch, counting the minutes until Y/n finally wakes up.

He’s barely slept all night, feeling a mix of anxiousness and misery as he thought of all the outcomes that could happen today. He also found himself looking at Y/n all night, watching her in her calmest state of mind and feeling a sense of tranquility as he sees her in her most beautiful form.

He could never get tired of it—admiring her in her sleep. But as the morning passed and the late afternoon started approaching, Harry didn’t know what the hell was going on.

She was still asleep, crashed on top of him as snores raided her mouth and the only movement being the slight rise and fall of her chest against his. He started to worry, solely for the fact that she slept at a completely reasonable time last night and was known to be an early riser. And since he barely got a blink of sleep, he knows she didn’t wake up for a second during the night.

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My student submitted the most disturbing "Living History" project I've ever seen.

(warning: long story)

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

I have been doing this for seventeen years, and when I collected the projects this time around, I assumed they would be as dull, if not duller than usual. This had not been a particularly bright class.

So I went home, poured myself a glass of wine, and prepared for a long night of “I only owned two pairs of pants when I was your age” and “My brother got beat with a newspaper for hitting a baseball into a neighbor’s yard.” And of course, these projects were peppered with innocent, old-person comments that were so horribly sexist and racist you just had to laugh.

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{PART 7} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; A whole week has passed since Jungkook was forced to leave your apartment, just before you could take your relationship with him to the next level. But today at the office, things become interesting yet again - for both you, and Jungkook.

{Part 1} // {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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the story so far (complete):

There are wars happening in other worlds, but they are other people’s wars. This is your war: your war is a search. Your war is chasing and being chased. Your war is unblemished fingers and smoothed-away scars, the same blooming of a bruise over your best friend’s eye. You are never dead. You are always young.

Your war leaves no room for casualties.

Here is what you have learned: everywhere in the multiverse is exactly the same. Here are the cities, here are the towns and the people who live in the towns, or the people-analogues who live in the town-analogues, the point of the metaphor being that everything exists in relation to everything else. Infinite verisimilitude. Here are the worlds that resemble the world that you were born on, the one that some of you don’t remember.

“I was twenty when we left,” your other best friend says to you. “I’m still twenty, I guess. It was a long time ago.”

She had only just finished school, she says to you. She had gone out to dinner with her friends to celebrate, and the next day she had pulled on her red jacket and then there was the press conference and boarding the ship. She talks about it like it happened in another life. It did happen in another life, not this life where she does not age (she should be old, she says to you) and you do not age and the two of you watch old movies on the couch in the living room and your brother walks in and lies across the two of you and you push him off the couch and your best friend laughs.

The world narrows to a ship, a set of rooms not meant for long-term cohabitation, four bedrooms that you swap between the seven of you. You and your brother, you and your other best friend, you and your boyfriend. The world narrows to the way your best friend laughs, your captain’s voice over the intercom, quiet conversations with your boyfriend in the dead of the night. Night-analogue. Time is a concept for other people.

You have: 365 days, 24 hours, 60 minutes — ship’s time. The years pass differently on different planets. Orbits are different. Mathematics is different. The slicing of time changes with every new world. You celebrate alien holidays. You wear alien clothing. You are the aliens.

Your brother stopped learning math thirty-something years ago. You’ve stopped learning how to read, mostly. Your brother and you race through worlds like playgrounds. It’s hard to see the worlds as anything but temporary constructs. Here are the only real things in existence: the Starblaster, the Hunger, the seven of you sitting at dinner that your brother has cooked, talking about what you are going to do next. The long stretches of time between world and world, like a breath held in the lungs, just waiting to land and search and run. Your days not filled with desperation.

There are the good times: Shooting ranges and fireworks and water gun fights. Sunrises across orange skies, passing a wine bottle from hand to mouth to hand on the bank of a foreign river, board game nights and watching old tv recordings from planets that no longer exist. The comfort of company, here are seven hearts that have learned to beat like one.

The best times: sixty years and you look at the man standing next to you and realize that maybe a perfect love does exist. You are not sorry that you made him wait. He says he regrets not asking sooner. You say no, no this was right. It was the only way this could have gone, sixty years to wear the edges off your sharpness, sixty years to build him solid and secure. No other world where you meet as equals.

In another world your boyfriend is old and you are in the prime of your youth and the two of you never intersected.

All planets look the same when being assimilated into the black. You do not dream about it. You sleep and you wake and you dream about the kaleidoscopic everywhere that no longer exists for you, face pointed forward, no turning back.

Everything in the world is always the same. The ship, the crew. The world is never the same, planet and planet and planet like a row of dominos knocked down one after another.  

If you stop running everything dies. If you keep running you will eventually stop. You are fighting a war against an enemy that does not die. You are always dying.

You drape yourself over your boyfriend’s shoulders. He puts his hand over your hand and laces your fingers together.

“Babe,” you say. “What do you know about liches?”

Separate Rooms

request: When you first start dating Shawn and you visit him on tour his crew would make you guys sleep in separate room and you wouldn’t really care but Shawn would be protesting it

a/n: um i start my classes at uni today um ??? new things??? what ???? omg ????


You laughed as you followed Manny to the baggage claim, since Aaliyah had fallen asleep on the plane and had a red mark on her forehead from where she was leaning against the side of the cabin. “Shut up,” Aaliyah joked, blushing.

“Aw, Liyah! It’s so cute!” You poked her in the side, falling into one of the chairs to wait for your luggage.

The carousel started moving not too long later, and the three of you grabbed the suitcases pretty quickly, and you sent a sent to your boyfriend, letting him know you were on the way to the hotel.

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My Professor. (1/?)

-Hanbin x Reader (Professor!Hanbin)

-1 | 2 | 3 | 4

-It was universally known that friend with benefit between best friends would be a chaotic ride from the start till the heartbreak of either one or both party. No one says anything about being in one with your dear professor…

-What is this? I don’t know what this is… hahahaha 🙃🙃🤔😏 Read it and decide for yourself. (then maybe let me know what this is haha…Sigh, I need help.)

-Rated M for language, mention of sex (secretly rated B for bullshit 😏)

-S/O to @7n13bang for being MVP AF for requesting and read through 2 (soon 3) novel sized pieces of my shitty ass writing. 

-M.List 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jolting awake from a sudden thunderous bang in the pin drop quietness of the lecture hall, you raise your head up angrily and stare up still in a daze. Your hands rub your eyes sluggishly to rid them of the leftover blurriness of sleep before trying your best to locate the source of the disturbance. Looking around the room, a few frustrating expressions pair with the scribbling sound of pencils on exam papers, you concluded that you had for once not slept pass the ending of the class. Finally, your eyes land on a boy 5 rows in front of you who’s nervously picking up his textbook, apologizing profusely to the 20 pairs of eyes glaring daggers his way.

Fucking Brian, always with his clumsiness.

A low grunt escapes your lips as you glare down toward the flustered boy nervously pushing his textbook underneath the ugly blue plastic chair of the rundown lecture hall with his foot. Now, normally you’re not so uptight that you’d be cussing someone out for an accident. It happens, especially during a high stress period like midterm week. However, what he did just now cost you one of the most amazing dream ever, or dirtiest… or maybe you need holy water kind of dream, depends on who’s talking. 

Dozing off in class wasn’t a rare occurrent for you. Math has always been one of those subject that comes to you without much struggle which leaves plenty of time for day dreaming about nighttime activities. Actually, what is a rare occurrent would be you attending class. Sign up for a late class, your best friend had said, it’d be easier to get to class since you’re already awake, he said. No chance of being late to class from oversleeping. Well he was right about the not being late to class part. You can’t technically be late if you never bother with showing up to begin with. What a load of bullshit. If anything, the tiredness built upon itself and by 4 o’clock, your body physically give up. Regret welcomes you in its cold embrace every single time you drag your feet across the grossly worn out, stains filled carpet of the 100 years old math building. If it wasn’t regret, it’d be the constant stress to your poor heart every time it creaks from the settling cold of dusk. You wouldn’t be surprise to see it completely in ruined one of these day. Honestly, how is the building even in function still. 

Having nothing better to do after finishing the exam early, you resorted to your usual activity during class time. As much as you enjoy the thrill of solving problems, sitting through a 2 hours lecture just isn’t your thing, even worse when there’s nothing to do after an exam. You lost count of how many people that had asked why you even bother showing up to class just to fall asleep 5 minutes into the lesson.

“Oh, they threaten me if i don’t start showing up to class, i’d get academic probation. Plus they say they’re considering kicking me off the cheer squad so you know, sleep here sleep at home… it’s the same shit.”

That was one of those lie you told so often it’s slowly becoming the truth. You could be strap onto a lie detector right now and neither will you sweat nor blink. What choice do you have but to deceive everyone. Plus, it’s not even that important of a lie, white lie even. If you told them the real reasons, probation would be the last thing you’d need to worry about. It’s not as if you can publicly declare your love for the hot professor. Actually, that in itself isn’t really the problem, 70%-99% of his students secretly mentally undress him during class anyways, boys and girls alike. 

Seriously, who wouldn’t. 

Being one of those genius kid that had everything figured out by the time they graduated high school, he’s barely even 4 years older than you with a Master and a Phd. under his belt with a fancy job at a prestigious university. Towering over most at nearly 6 ft, he pretty much stands out in any crowd. Even if his intimidating height doesn’t do its job, his impressive look will take care of the rest. Despite being a professor, he looks anything but with perfectly sculpted face, even better figure, and a fashion sense that shamed even models. He pretty much could be standing there reciting the phonebook and it’d somehow be interesting. 

The problem itself is that you actually acted upon your desire when the opportunities arisen a few months back. Well, that opportunity wasn’t just a simple heat of the moment thing but rather months of intense push and pull, suppressing and wanting to unleash a fury of unimaginable desires on each other. But let’s leave that tale for a later date. 

Staring up at the center of your deepest darkest secret, you muster up a sleepy smile when your eyes meet his. He had been busily grading away at his desk while simultaneously proctoring the exam before now, looking ravishingly stunning under the rare appearance of his oversized brown tortoise specs. A playful smirk rests upon your mouth without your knowledge, tongue breaching its barrier for a slow sensual meeting with the lower lip. He often wears contacts, only busting out the glasses whenever he knew he needed to get on your good side.  

You’ve never meant for this little preference to be made known, much less to Hanbin. Late night spend in his office in reality is much less exhilarating than what one would anticipates of a willing single lady and an open available man lock in a room, wee hours of the darkness with nothing else but the quiet cricket of night as companions. He had been on the 3rd pile of paper scribbling away furiously with a few disappointing sigh. It had only been the first exam of the quarter and already, stress bestowed upon the poor professor. His brows furrowed in frustration of where could he have gone wrong that resulted in such detrimental way to the class learning curve. A soft “God” slipped through his lips like the most dainty of wind rushing through the leaves. Your heart ached for the young professor blaming himself for the lack of the class. Seconds of sympathy turned into minutes of absentmindedly staring at how his hair no longer holding its shape but rather flopping over in evident of a exhausted long day. Even with the guilt of not being able to do more to help him coursing through your blood vessels, you couldn’t stop the primal calling of the pooling heat in between your legs. 

His svelte fingers rubbing his brows vexingly as his head twisted in discomfort. Judging from the amount of red blooming on the page, it had to be one of the stoner kid that’s even worse at showing up to class than you are. When he wasn’t nibbling gently on his knuckles, his teeth would be busy gnawing away at the redden abused lips, rolling and licking them to smithereens. You let your attention engulfed in the slight sheen on those high cheekbones, eyes lingering along the sharp jawline that had definitely had every girl in the department wishing they could trace them with their tongue. His jet black locks messily draped over the peeking undercut, no longer sinfully neat from the constant ruffle of his hand rummaging through in disappointment. A near moan-like sigh escaped your lips when his index effortlessly push the oversized pair of glasses up the bridge of his noise, tugging it gently by the end piece. Hanbin is undeniably handsome, that’s for sure. But God forbid how immorally good he looks with his specs on, playing into his part as a professor so damn well. Unknowingly, your legs less than inconspicuously crossed over themselves, clumsily rubbing hard knocking the underside of his desk a few times, begging for any sort of friction. All from the way his glasses framing his ethereal face so perfectly. You had been so lost within the mesmerizing view that you nearly lost your soul from the sudden rasp of his voice.

“Baby girl, what are you doing over there?” Checking in on you was something he had always done. Even grading get rough and tedious so you provide the right amount of distraction for a quick break.

“H-Homework…” You stuttered out in an almost incoherent mess, chest heaving, breaths steadily rising. Heart rapidly drumming against your ribcage out of shock.

“How’s that going?” He sighed, a slight smirk nestled itself on his lips.

“Uh-Uhm. Good!” You shamelessly stared at the busy man in front of you that was sparing you no glance. He continued with jotting down comments, circling mistakes.

“Are you working on art?”

“Huh? No. Physics.” For once, you wished for nothing more but for him to return to ignoring you, leave  you to your day dream. You whimpered pathetically, losing command over all your senses.

“Judging from the way you’ve been absentmindedly doodling circles on your paper, I’d have guessed it’s a kindergarten art assignment for learning shapes. But hey! What do I know, right?” Not even one single second spared. He didn’t even look up while cooly making his observation. “Then again, I could be wrong. I think your legs are busy doing something else though.” His tone remained as calm as ever. As if he was just making a passing comments on how pretty the night sky was, not the fact that you were pleasuring yourself off the jaw-dropping sight of him hard working. “Or should I teach you some anatomy lesson right now. We’ll start with picking up your slacken jaws off the floor…” Finally, that haughty, mischievous expression graced itself on his features, his eyes glanced upward just enough to witness all the color disappeared from your skin. 

“C-Can you blame me though? It’s late and I-we should be in bed by now” You somehow managed to still be the least bit sassy while throwing down your pen after the mortifying realization that he was right. Atop your free body diagram a jumble of scribbles and circles layered themselves in no particular order. Your hands immediately went to press down your awkward legs in hope of controlling your dampen core. You bit your cheek out of pure embarrassment, physically impossible to look his way. You must’ve looked so stupid drooling over him with your mouth gaped wide open while drawing random shit on your homework.

“Is that so? I did said you don’t need to keep me company when I grade exam. You can go home first…” Clearly amusing himself from watching you suffer, he quipped playfully.

“No… I’ll stay.” You insisted, wincing a bit from a particularly hard chomp against on your own lip.

“You’re way too distracted today. What is it? Is it because I’m ignoring you?” He halted his movement, right hand placed over his left matter of factly. You tried your best remaining still in your seat, eyes glancing around, sweating like a sinner in church.“Hmm, that’s not it. I’ve ignored you for weeks before when my folks came to town. I bet it’s not my clothes either. You’ve seen me in these slacks plenty of times…” You swallowed hard, fingers nervously tapping on your thigh. He eyed you up and down, inside out, left to right with an inquisitive note to his burning gaze. 

“Ah…” Like the devil had just thrusted himself upon the man lost in thought in the mere microsecond it took you to blink. A wave of indiscernible mix of ego and arrogance submerged him in its toxic lake, darkening the light in his star filled eyes with lust. You felt lost gazing in those blown out pool of brown, feeling its seductive calling drawing you closer to losing yourself. You tried to resist but like a spell bound fool, you found yourself wandering further into his embrace. 

The sudden shift in mood had you sinking into your seat as if it could somehow eject you out of the thick tension of the room that was overworking your lungs with harsh gasps. Curiosity burned away and contentment bursting out with life like a phoenix reborn from ashes, his eyes still following you closely, latching onto the way yours darted between the collar bones peek-a-booing beneath the unbuttoned collar of his disheveled button up and his face. An all too familiar grin spread across those plump hot lips of his, a smuggest of a smirk. 

“So. My baby girl got a thing for glasses huh… Why didn’t you said so in the first place.” He leaned back into his chair, legs spread wide as if daring you to perch atop them. With a swift motion of his finger, you hopped out of your seat and straight to his side as if you just won the lottery. 

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Hide and Seek


Tony wasn’t too sure how they managed to get on to the topic. 


Actually- scratch that- yes he was. It was Clint. All bad things in the world happened because of Clint. 

Probably.

Anyway- Clint had been talking about his years in the circus, and how they’d taught him all sorts of weird ways to contort your body for the extra showmanship. “Made for some pretty awesome games of hide and seek, though,” he’d said, nodding serenely to himself as he’d sipped from his coffee.

“I bet I’d still find you in under an hour,” Natasha had challenged, raising a daring eyebrow up at him before turning back to the morning paper.

Clint scoffed, turning to Steve, who was stood cooking eggs on the stove. “Cap, you can vouch for me here, right? I am the master at hide and seek. No one beats me at hide and seek.”

And Steve had laughed- a lovely throaty thing that made Tony smile just from hearing it. “Uhhh, I don’t know? It depends on a lot of variables. If it were in a park, maybe- but here? Tony would beat you hands-down. He knows every nook and cranny of this tower, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”


And then- here had come Tony’s fatal mistake of the day. Later, he’d pin it on lack of caffeine in his system and the early hour at which he was conscious- but really, he was just an idiot who’d forgotten how offended his teammates could (and did) get on his behalf.


“Actually, I’ve never played. Although I could still probably beat Barton.”

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5 Types of Kisses.

pairing: Diana Prince x Reader

relationship: romantic

plot: 5 different kisses with Diana.  From this prompt list.

key: [Y/N] = your name, [H/C] = Your hair colour, [H/L] = your hair length, [E/C] = your eye colour. 

words: 1,158

a/n: I love Diana and after seeing Wonder Woman I had to write for her, so I hope you enjoy. Also, please see this post to vote on what my next series should be. 



Originally posted by x-girl-love-x




  • Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that’s a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they’re kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze. 

The peaceful silence of morning filled the air in the shared bedroom of Diana Prince and [Y/N] and the sweet light of morning sun illuminated the room, shining a light on the two as they began to wake from their slumber.  

Their two bodies, which had been moulded together and their legs were tangled together while they lay chest to back in the ‘spooning’ position’, came apart slowly. First, their legs untangled and stretched out so as to loosen their muscles and [Y/N] turned to face Diana with a silly and lazy smile on their face.

“Good morning my love.” Diana’s voice was soft and melodic as she spoke and her smile was as lazy as [Y/N]’s as she leaned over to press a kiss to her skin and as her lips came into contact with [Y/N]’s nose, a giggle passed through their lips and their lazy smile turned into an affectionate smile.

“Good morning, darling.”   

  •  Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.

 

Diana and [Y/N] stood facing one another, Diana in her battle armour and [Y/N] with tears in their eyes as they stared at their love. “Do you have to go?” [Y/N]’s voice broke as they spoke, their emotion pouring into each of their words.

Diana stepped forward, taking [Y/N] into her arms and pulling them close to her body so that she could look into their eyes without the distance between them. “I’ll be back, I promise.”  [Y/N]’s arms reached up and their hands cupped Diana’s cheeks softly as they reached up to press a soft kiss to her lips, which Diana returned.

The kiss was soft, and sweet and was a series of gentle kisses that came one after the other, the two of them knew the kiss had gone on longer than it should have but they couldn’t let one another go, afraid that if they did the other would leave and not make their way back home. But they had to, Diana had to and so, quite reluctantly, she pulled away from [Y/N] and let out a small sigh and gave a somber smile. “I’m sorry my love, I have to go.” Leaning down, she gave a final peck on the hips before releasing [Y/N] from her grip and moving to leave their shared apartment, the voice of [Y/N] being the last thing she heard before she set out on his mission.

“Be safe, I love you.”

  • Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.

 

[Y/N] stood with their arms wrapped around Diana’s shoulder, their hands tangling in the edges of her hair and a smile on their face. Diana was home, and she was alive, which was all [Y/N] could ask for.  

Suddenly, without warning from Diana, [Y/N]’s lips were connected with Diana’s in a passionate kiss. Their lips moulded together and they found a familiar rhythm in the kiss, one that was usually reserved for nights of passion, but it expressed feelings that no longer needed to be vocalised between the two.

When they pulled apart, they were both left breathless and continued to keep their eyes closed for seconds after, savouring the kiss in its entirety and how it made them feel. With lips tingling, the only movement was [Y/N] reaching up to gently touch their slightly swollen lips as their eyes opened in an almost reluctant fashion and speed to be meet with Diana’s eyes, whose reflected the same thing as [Y/N] which was breathlessness.

The two came together once again, their arms flying around each other and their lips meetings once again, only this time they didn’t come apart until late into the night.

  • In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked too damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.

 

Sitting close beside one another, Diana and [Y/N] occupied a booth in a small ice cream shop they had come to love in their time of dating with their hands intertwined below the table while they talked and ate their ice creams. They had come on a double date with Lois and Clark, with the prior in the bathroom and the later taking a call outside they were given a few moments alone.

A chuckle passed [Y/N]’s lips as they noticed Diana had some ice cream on her nose, a common occurrence when the two got ice cream due to the fact Diana had a love for the sweet treat and so would eat it quite quickly and this usually left a bit of a mess on her face. [Y/N] reached out and they let go of Diana’s hand momentarily to swipe the bit of ice cream away, only to cup Diana’s cheek as they realised how badly they now wanted to kiss her after seeing her act so cute with the ice cream.

Bringing Diana’s lips down to their own, moving her own face so that she would meet Diana in the middle, and pressed their lips together. The kiss was soft, but there was emotion behind it and their lips felt hot against one another as they moved in synch.

The two would not have stopped, it felt too good and they were lost in one another, but the clearing of a throat forced them apart and they bashfully looked to see Clark and Lois standing in front of the booth, Lois with a smirk and Clark with a flustered blush.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

  •  Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

 

Wrapping their arms around Diana’s shoulder, [Y/N] stood behind her as she looked over some League documents with a slightly raised eyebrow and a sigh of slight exacerbation. “Diana, my love. It’s late, you should go to bed.”

Diana let a small smile grace her face, a different look than the look of concern that had been on her face the last few hours. “I can’t. I have to get this done.” Rolling their eyes slightly, [Y/N] pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Diana’s head before she continued to speak, “I know you’re an Amazon princess, but even you need sleep and you’ve been working on this late the past couple of nights.” [Y/N] pressed a kiss to her shoulder this time, to which Diana moved her neck slightly to give them some access as she let out a sigh.

“It’s important, it needs to be done.” A kiss to her neck now, “I know it’s important..” Another kiss, this time under her ear, “But so are you, you need to rest.” Diana placed the file down and leaned her head back, allowing [Y/N] to look down at her face now, which had the smallest of smiles on it. “Besides, you rest well tonight and it will be like looking at it with a fresh pair of eyes tomorrow.” Now, [Y/N] pressed a kiss to her lips, “Now come to bed.”

A chuckle left Diana’s lips as she wrapped a hand around [Y/N]’s wrist and rubbed soft circles on it, “Okay. You win. I’ll come to bed.”  

moonlight [2]

Summary: James seeks out the widow in the woods. || werewolf!bucky x supernatural!reader 

Warnings: mentions of spiders

Note: I hope this doesn’t disappoint. This is short, about 600 words, sorry about that! Not much of the reader featured in this one, just a lot of Natasha and James. What do you think Natasha is???

MASTERLIST || PART ONE || PART THREE || 

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what i really really love about moana, more than any modern disney movie, is how moana’s position doesn’t change? like she’s the daughter of the chief at the start of the movie and isn’t removed from that position (like in frozen, where anna and elsa are no longer in charge of arendelle) and she isn’t thought of as unsuitable for the role (like merida in brave). she just is the daughter of the chief,  and she stays that way. disney could have so easily gone the route of ‘moana suggests the boats as a way of saving her people, has her position taken away from her, she goes on a voyage to win back the respect of her father and her people’, but they give her a great blend of motivations, both selfish (she loves the sea and it calls to her) and unselfish (she wants to return the heart and help her people). and she learns and grows on her journey but her two most important traits are there from the start, her love for her island and her love for the sea, and the whole movie portrays it as okay to want to go and adventure, and just as okay to be happy at home. and moana does what she does and she doesn’t just go back to her island, she goes home and helps her people not only be comfortable at home but also rediscover the sea and i just have a lot of feelings about this movie okay

taekook fanfic rec #1

PLEASE feel free to recommend me any of your favorite BTS fanfics (any ship), because I will read them. Also, please let me know if you liked any of the stories I recommend!

IMPORTANT: All of the fics I rec will be on a scale of 8 to 10. (8- really good, happy I read it.  9- amazing, I loved it! 10- perfect, one of my favorites. [*]= top fave)

I hope you love the stories as much as I do! As always, happy reading~


1. Dating For Dummies

Summary: in which twitter is evil, jeon jeongguk is a bit tsundere, park jimin is satan and kim taehyung may or may not have a boyfriend.

Side Couples: Yoonmin, Namjin

Length: 12k words. Oneshot.

No warnings.

AU: Non-idol

Review: THIS WAS CUTE. And funny. And omg. It was a cute read, but the characterization was a little…off? You get over it pretty quick. I enjoyed it!

My Rating: 8.5/10


2. King of the Library, Knight of His Trade

Summary: Moral of the story? Don’t fuck with Jeon Jungkook or else you’ll end up ruining your perfect attendance to chase his coattails. 

Side couples: Suga x Jin (that’s a new one for me lol)

Length: 47.4k – 20 chapters (on Asian fanfic) (no chaps on ao3)

Warnings: 47.4k WORDS OF PERFECTION AND WILL HAVE YOU PISSING YOURSELF FROM LAUGHTER. (no warnings)

AU: College

Review: OH. MY. GOD. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THIS PLEASE STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND READ. IT. RIGHT. NOW. Okay. Okay. I’m calm. This is probably my all-time fave Taekook fic or at least in the top 3. I stayed up till 3am to finish this amazing piece of perfection.

My Rating: 10/10

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F A S H I O N  M A K A // maka wearing a jacket i could not afford + a skirt my mom won’t allow me wearing

i’m back! i thought i would have been gone longer- but i’ll hopefully post more artworks (after commissions!)

this is for all the people who have supported/helped me thus far <3 i love u all

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Treat You Better || Park Jimin

Originally posted by ashtonxbts

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Angst


He had been watching the two of you for a long time, the way you looked at each other, the way you talked to each other. He remembered at the beginning of the relationship, when he would the two of you just smile at each other and whisper things in each other’s ears so nobody else in the room would be able to hear what you guys were talking about.

He remembered the feeling in his stomach as he watched it, knowing that something about it was just wrong. There was the twisting of his stomach, and the bile rising in his throat as he watched the interactions between the two of you. But he pushed those feelings aside because he saw how happy you were, and as long as you were happy it didn’t matter what happened to him at all.

Now when he looked at the two of you, he took in how you kept your distance away from each other, he noticed how Jungkook always talked to other girls, and when you weren’t around he even went as far as to flirt with them and ask for a couple of their numbers. Jimin knew what Jungkook was doing behind your back, and for some reason he couldn’t find the courage to tell you.

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Something More Than Hate

Summary: Despite hating each other from pretty much the moment you met him, you and Jensen look out for each other when it really counts. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 3700 (What?!)
Warnings: Language, bitchiness, assholery, heated arguments, arm grabbing, shoving. 
Challenge: @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps 1.5K Golden Girls Challenge! My prompt was a line by Sophia and is bolded in the fic. 

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Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 

Archiekins 

Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 

THE ARCHIE/GRUNDY SCENES LITERALLY MADE ME SHUDDER WITH DISGUST ew ew ew ew ew. 

Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 

SHE WAS JASON’S TEACHER? SHE’S THE KILLER!!11!!!1! 

“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 

ARCHIE, GET AWAY FROM THAT WOMAN. NO, DON’T HUG HER. UGH ARCHIE WHY.

Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you

VERNOICA!! LODGE!! IS!! A!! FUCKING!! GODDESS!!!

Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 

SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.

OH MY GAWD SOMEONE BROKE INTO KELLER’S HOUSE AND TOOK ALL THE EVIDENCE. THE SAME NIGHT GRUNDY LEFT. SHE’S DA KILLER. 

Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 

OH MY GOD THE SCARY BIKER DUDE IS JUGHEAD’S DAD?!

Where will he go? What will he do? How will he live? WHERE WILL HE CHARCHG HIS LAPTOP ASHFRWLGHLUFU ARCHIE COME HELP YOUR BOYFRIEND 

Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

Disposable pt 17

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16


The chatter of the crowded cafe surrounded you, but at the small table you found in the far corner, it all seemed to fade away. You had no idea how Yoongi had actually talked you into coming, no idea why you weren’t running away–that was all you really wanted to do. There were a million reasons you could think of for Yoongi to be there, and not one of them good. 

It didn’t help that every time you looked at him you were reminded of just how much you cared about him, and just how much you had hurt each other. There was no recovering after what had happened, but Yoongi’s uncharacteristically shy smile gave you butterflies and a hope that you knew was stupid.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been sitting there, avoiding the other persons eyes and busying yourselves looking at the table or the floor, but your large coffee was nearly empty and Yoongi had pushed his aside a while ago.

Part of you wanted to keep the silence. It was nice (even if painful) to be around him again, and as long as neither of you said anything, you could pretend that everything was fine, and this wasn’t the last time you would probably ever see him. Even though you knew that the longer it went on, the worse it would be when he was gone, you wanted to live in the moment a little longer. 

But the rational part of you knew better. You needed to get this over with, to rip it off like a bandaid. Maybe today would give you some closure, there was at least a small chance. But either way, the sooner you were out of this cafe and back at your desk, the sooner you could go back to pretending that everything was fine.

“So how have you been?” You asked finally, and Yoongi’s eyes snapped to yours so fast you nearly jumped. 

“Really good, actually.” He said, and you tried to smile. You genuinely were happy to hear this, but it made your heart sink none the less. It was selfish, you knew, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t hoping to hear that he had missed you. “I started playing the piano again, even called my parents last week.”

“That’s great.” You said, broadening your smile. You wondered briefly if you would ever have the chance to hear him play again, but knew that it was unlikely. Even so, the fact that he was doing something he loved again made you more than happy for him.

“What about you?” There was a hesitant concern in Yoongi’s eyes, and you did your best to brush it off. You didn’t know quite how to answer his question, knowing that telling him the whole truth would be pointless.

“I’ve been staying out of trouble.” You said with a smile, wanting away from the subject as soon as possible. “Your new job’s been okay?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded. “I’ll be honest, my boss isn’t as cool as Namjoon, but it’s been going really well.”

“I’m happy for you.” You said, unsure of what else to say, but you meant it. At least one of you had moved on and was happy. 

“Thanks.” It was a simple phrase, but there was something genuine about Yoongi’s smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Look, about what happened…” Yoongi started, and you shook your head. You knew this was going to happen, and you didn’t really want to hear whatever it was Yoongi had to say. It was just going to make all those emotions resurface, and you didn’t know how you were going to deal with it all again. 

“Yoongi…” You started, but he cut in.

“You said you’d hear me out.” He said, his eyes determined. “And I’m afraid if I don’t hurry up and say this, I never will. So I need you to just listen for a bit.” 

You nodded reluctantly, eyes flicking to him before settling on his hands. His nails were bitten down to the quick, and you wondered if it was from nerves at the thought of seeing you. You immediately scolded yourself, there was no reason for you to believe that. 

“I never wanted to care about you.” Yoongi began, and already you were wishing he hadn’t. “Not that it was just you, I kept my distance from everyone for years–I had about a million reasons that I used to rationalize it. I thought I could keep feelings out of it, but you’re just so…” His voice trailed off, and you could have sworn his cheeks had a hint of pink. You could tell he wasn’t having an easy time saying any of this, but you didn’t want to interrupt. “You scare me.” He said after a second, and you couldn’t help a laugh.

“Thanks.” You snorted, playing with a bracelet on your wrist. Yoongi shook his head, giving you a half-smile.

“I said that wrong.” He muttered. “I meant, the way I feel about you scares me.”

You looked up at him slowly to find that his eyes were locked on yours. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, that same flicker of hope leaping into your throat. 

“That I care about you more than I was willing to admit, even to myself. And I treated you like crap for it. I guess I thought maybe if you hated me, I could get over you or some shit.” Yoongi’s eyes dropped, and you opened your mouth to say something. No sound came out however, and you shut it again. 

Could Yoongi be serious? You almost thought that maybe it was some kind of cruel joke, but you were fairly sure even Yoongi wasn’t that good of an actor. You went over his words in your head, biting your lip. 

“I treated you like shit for so long that by the time I finally realized what an idiot I was being, it was too late. So I left.”

“Yoongi–” You tried again, but he interrupted. 

“But I shouldn’t have.” He said firmly. “You didn’t deserve to suffer because I couldn’t be an adult about my feelings. Not a day has gone by since then that I haven’t wanted to tell you, I just couldn’t figure out how. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am for it–for everything.”

You hated that his words were causing your eyes to pool with tears, and you sniffed while trying to blink them away. What were you supposed to say to all that? 

“I guess that’s all I wanted to say.” Yoongi said with a somewhat nervous laugh. “I don’t expect you to give me a second chance or anything, I could never ask for that, I just thought you should know. I should probably go now.” He said as he began to stand. “I just–I didn’t want you to think that it was something you did, or–”

“Don’t go.” You snapped. “You can’t just say all that shit and leave, fucking asshole.” Yoongi sank back down in his chair, looking completely bewildered

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Coffee ; Malfoy (Alternate Universe)

draco malfoy because he’s amazing in protecting and saving a lady :’)


The first time Draco saw her - she was reading a book in the train, her eyes following the flow. She was wearing a denim jacket and a pair of pretty rosy sneakers, and he found her stunningly beautiful.

It all started when a gang of boys came rushing in, all of them seemed to be laughing at a joke. Draco sensed everyone’s discomfort around him, but the girl didn’t bother to look - she kept on reading, being wonderfully engulfed in whatever she was reading.

“Hello, pretty lady-” one of the boys said, sitting beside her. “How ya’ doing?”

She looked up for the briefest moment and continued her reading, as if oblivious to the question. The boy cleared his throat and put an arm around her, and she looked up with a glare.

“Excuse me?”

The boy hummed; “The name’s Bradley. What’s yours?”

She rolled her eyes, and before she could continue her reading, the boy snatched her book and examined the backside. 

“What’s so good about this book?”

“I need you to give it back,” she said through gritted teeth, her arms folded. “And the name is (Y/N) - if you snatching my book is a payback for me not answering your question.” 

“(Y/N), huh?” He smiled, and Draco could only watched them from the left corner of the train. “Nice name - it suits you.”

“Yeah? Great. Time to give my book back.”

“Oh, no, no-” he looked around and earned a laugh from his obnoxious friends, “You’ll have to earn it back.”

“Earn it back my ass,” she spat, and the boy smiled. “That’s my book - My money, mind you.”

“How should she earn it back, friends?” He called out to his friends, and received back multiple inappropriate replies. 

She stood up angrily to wait in front of the door, ignoring the snarky remarks and calls from the boy and his friends. She didn’t understand one bit - why wouldn’t people defend her?

“Are you people okay with this?” She started, and Draco’s eyes followed hers. “Are you fine with teenage-dirtbags like these boys cat-calling your daughter? Your friend? Yourself? If this is what you people are okay with, I am sick with everyone!”

The train arrived at a stop and she went out as quick as her sneakers could bring her, not stopping at anything. Draco tightened his grip on his bag, wondering how on earth could he feel sorry for her.

He should’t be sorry - he would’ve done the same if there weren’t many people around her. But something from what the girl said hit him, as if how he treated women ever since he started high school was wrong… disgusting

He found himself in front of the boy, his fists curling. His order was simple, but the boy didn’t seemed to be listening - he was, instead, looking boringly at the book, oblivious to the approaching lad.

“I need her book.”

The boy looked up to see a pair of cold, grey eyes that belonged to a platinum blonde headed boy.

“Excuse me?” The boy asked amusingly, as if talking to a child. “Who’re you?”

Draco stiffened up, “Dude, look, what you did is so wrong, and I need her book back.”

He held the book up in front of him and pulled it away once Draco made a move to grab it, “Why would I give a hot girl’s book to a blonde-clown like you?”

“Don’t call her that!”

“What? Hot? Come on, blondie, surely you’re not offended by that, are you? She is a hot person - the way she moved though, you should’ve seen the way her bum just-”

It didn’t take that long for Draco to threw a punch onto the boy’s face, causing him to land on the floor, his lips starting to bleed. He swore as Draco shook his fist off, believing that it would sooth down the bruise that was starting to form.

Without thinking any longer, he grabbed her book and exited the train before the door could close and the train will move to its next stop, not wasting his chance to yell a dickhead right before the door closed.

He looked around wildly to find the girl, hoping beyond hope she wouldn’t have gone far, but he couldn’t find her - her (H/C) coloured hair, her piercing (E/C) eyes. 

He spotted her, ascending up the stairs, almost leaving the station.

He ran towards her, trying his best not to push anyone on his way to her. He stopped directly behind her, holding his breath as if terrified she would sense a struggling lad who wanted to return a stolen book to her.

“Hey, um, you-” he tapped her shoulder, and she looked back with an even deadlier glare.

“I have your book.”

The girl looked up from the book to his face, the book to his face. Draco was nervous, somehow, and he tried to stop himself from doing anything embarrassing. 

“How did you?” She grabbed her book, turning from one side to one side as if not believing the fact that someone have gotten her book back.

“It’s a long story,” he smiled, and held his hand out.

“I’m Draco, by the way.”

“I’m- HOLY SHIT, DID YOU PUNCHED HIM?” She grabbed his hand, running her finger along his bruised knuckles. “I’m so sorry if-”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he smiled, and she smiled back.

(Y/N).”

“Oh, right, yeah-” he looked at her awkwardly, and cleared his throat, “I’ll see you around then?”

She felt something that can be defined as - ‘that’s it? give me my book back and goodbye?’

“Yeah. Bye. And thanks.”

He smiled and turned to face the other side, and walked a step away from her, only to turn and faced her again.

“Would you… would you like to have coffee? Like right now?

“What?” 

“Would you like to have coffee with me? It’s okay if you don’t; just thought it would’ve been nice to ask you.”

“Me? Coffee?”

Draco nodded and liked the way her mouth stretched onto a big smile - 

Wonderful.”


everyone should be treated the way they want, and no one deserves to be treated wrongly for their gender, race, religion, or whatever  ♡ 


Running Wild (Part 2): At the Cowboy’s Mercy

Title:  Running Wild (Part 2): At the Cowboy’s Mercy

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  The rancher’s daughter and the ranchhand. Forbidden love. Is this the real thing or just a game to be won or lost?

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Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Y/N Ross), Thaddeus Ross, Elizabeth “Betty” Ross, Scott Lange, Clint Barton, Brock Rumlow

Word Count:  2099

Warnings:  mild language, smoking, overbearing father, previous chapter includes mild smut

Author’s Notes:  Thank you to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for their invaluable help.

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So here’s the thing - I don’t want you to forget me. I want to be the reflection you see when you look in your morning cup of coffee, wondering what happened and why I’m no longer around. I want to be in the sound of people chattering in the background, when you can’t remember the sound of my voice calling your name anymore. I want to be the face you search for in a crowd, even knowing I am no where near and there’s no possible way it could be my own. Call me selfish, but I want every second I’m gone to ache.

To put it simply, I don’t want you to have a moment’s peace… I hope I fucking haunt you forever.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #64