Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan. Word Count: 11,068 Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’) Title Creds: Cement - Citizen Read it on AO3
Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.
He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.
The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.
(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).
You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.
“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”
Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.
Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.
Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.
“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.
Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.
“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”
“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.
“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”
“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.
He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.
Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.
A/N:Can you believe that I managed to come up with a quick update? Me neither.
Monotone, drowning in tedium — that was how your first Monday class begun. Somewhere deep inside your mind, you could hear your teacher going on about an empty subject, filling the air inside the classroom with disconex sentences and incomprehensible claims; your own perception far beyond the yellowed walls of that room. Perhaps, sitting on the last row was not helping your lack of focus; but, much to your personal bliss, Jennie was right next to you, taking the notes you would make sure to use later.
In all honesty, your mind was in the same location as before: the party. Equivalent to what unfolded during the weekend, the story repeated itself amidst your tired daydreams; dragging your consciousness towards the bubbling, divergent feelings inside your chest. Unlike what you first expected, the anguish and guilt of your acts did not last longer than the ride back to your dorm, instead morphing into a sense of curiosity. After all, there were so many details that you waited to be presented with — the second step, the collateral damage it would have on your friendship and, more than anything, Jimin’s reaction.
You just did not expect it would come that instant.
The cloudy preoccupations of your chaotic thoughts dissipated as a light buzz sounded below you, your phone lighting up with a new notification. With a frown, you stared down at the illuminated screen, eyes falling to the white text.
The second you read it, your heart skipped a beat.
@missweber requested NHL!Bitty dealing with Hockey RPF. This got a little longer than expected, with a side pairing of Jack/philly-cheesesteak. Takes place a few months into Bitty’s second season with the Schooners.
The most annoying thing is that for all of the ‘Jack/Parse’, ‘Jack/Tater’, ‘Jack/Sid’, ‘Jack/fucking-every-player-on-the-east-coast’ fic, there are a whopping SIX ‘Jack/Eric’ fics on Ao3. Six.
On one hand, Eric’s proud they’ve hidden their relationship so well, on the other, Eric is insulted. But really, with their disappointing portmanteau of ‘Jeric’ or ‘Zittle’, it’s not surprising they’re horribly under-appreciated.
“I just wish my fans were more creative.”
Over Skype, Eric watches Jack plow through a Philly cheesesteak with no small measure of jealousy. He’s lonely and hungry, and his asshole boyfriend is doing this on purpose.
“You know,” Jack says, talking out of the side of his half-full mouth, “if you let the Schoons call you ‘Bitty’ our name could have been ‘Zimbits’. That’s kinda on you.”
- Stanley getting riled up watching LeFou and Gaston get so close and telling himself it’s just because his boss doesn’t give him the time of day he deserves but does to LeFou
- Stanley pulling a face at the implications of LeFou’s “who’s team he’d prefer to be on” statement but not being able to look away from LeFou anyway
- Stanley focusing on LeFou rather than Gaston when they get rowdy in the bar
- Stanley just being eager to please LeFou when he urges them to sing but claiming it’s part of his job as gaston’s henchman to inflate his ego without being payed off like the others
- Stanley being 100% aware and accepting of his sexuality but still denying it in front of tom and dick
- Stanley just assuming that LeFou is out and proud (which is definitely not the case) and looking up to him in hopes he can one day face his friends
- Stanley going to parties in the city and getting jealous of the rich men wearing make-up
- Stanley getting back and getting envious over the dresses the women in the bar wear to impress gaston
- Stanley wondering what LeFou would think of him in a dress
- Stanley seeing how LeFou looks at gaston and feeling like he isn’t man enough
- Stanley thinking LeFou would laugh at him wearing a dress
- Stanley just wanting LeFou to be happy but not knowing how to help when gaston upsets him
- Stanley seeing LeFou get hurt in the Castle and running to help him in full drag (curtesy of garderobe) and subsequently getting self-conscious about the look he initially embraced
- Stanley not knowing what to do when LeFou compliments him on it and freezing up before he can reply
- Stanley not missing his chance again when he gets to dance with LeFou and leading the dance in full confidence like his heart isn’t trembling in his chest
- Stanley spending the next few nights thinking about LeFou and their dance with a mix of regret and hope
- Stanley finally getting the courage to talk to LeFou and stuttering everywhere but LeFou is a matching shade of red he notices so he just sorta comes out with a “dinner?” And LeFou agreeing before the second syllable is out
- For their first date Stanley considered wearing a dress to because LeFou complimented it in the castle but then realises LeFou might not even realise that was him or might have been joking so he doesn’t. LeFou brings it up over dinner “im almost disappointed that you abandoned the dress” and Stanley ties the table cloth around him and does some poses and it’s the first time LeFou has genuinely laughed in longer than he’ll admit.
Might I just say @mortemistrata that I was a little unsure about this prompt at first, but I had so much fun writing this!
“Good morning, Keith.”
Keith froze with one eyebrow arched. He slowly studied the brunet in front of him. “No ‘mullet’ this morning?”
“That would be rude,” Lance said, lips curled into a frown.
Keith’s face fell until he was matching the brunet’s expression. “Are you okay?” He zeroed in on small details, like the way Lance’s normally tan skin looked slightly washed out or the dark, bruised circles under Lance’s almost lifeless eyes.
“Of course.” Lance replied, tone even. “We should go before we are late to breakfast.”
Keith absently nodded, brows furrowed deeply, as he followed the brunet into the dining hall.
The obnoxious vibrations of your phone distract you from the splatter of paint that had you preoccupied for the past couple of hours.
You picked up your phone from your table, the light from it seemingly unpleasant as you typed in a quick response.
You [12:30] : Do you really want to go out that bad?
MusclePig™ [12:30]: I haven’t seen you in a week, my heart and dick are throbbing for you.
You threw your phone down on to your bed beside the hardwood table that you were seated on, silently laughing to yourself as you read his last message.
That’s definitely something Jungkook would say. Over the past couple of months you had gotten to know him better, the both of you often bonding over anime or stupid memes; sometimes just listening to each other as he babbled on about a new plot he had thought of.
You’d been avoiding going out with him over the past week, trying to focus on classes and the projects at hand. But Jungkook wouldn’t let you stay in this hermit hole that you had created for yourself.
(short hair harry is the focus of this blurb but he’s too pretty in this)
It’s the gentle feeling of his fingers trailing up and down your spine that awakens you. They’re smooth and soft as he taps along the length of your spine, dancing along the bone. You smile to yourself as you tuck your face into the pillow, not wanting to alert him that your awake because it’s not often that you receive such a nice wakeup call from your boyfriend. There’s a shift in the bed to accommodate his movements as he presses a kiss to your head and then brushes your hair aside from your neck, lowering his lips to press them to the newly exposed skin with the lightest of touches. He’s on the move again, clambering on top of you as he trails his lips down the path his fingers had traced earlier. His warm hands are pushing away the covers and gripping your hips with a squeeze as he moves lower with his lips, pressing a final smacking kiss at the end of your spine.
You hum in contentment, hiding the sound in your pillow. He’s chuckling sweetly at your meek effort, as he crawls back up the length of your body and presses a few hard kisses to your bare shoulder. “C’mon now, angel. Wanna see your face, don’t hide from me. Kno’ you’re awake…” He implores into your ear with a warm, raspy morning voice.
You can’t fight it anymore, especially when he’s this adorable in the morning. He’s gotten the weekend off from filming and hadn’t hesitated a moment to fly you out. He’s lifting onto his elbows to let you turn onto your back, greeting him with a sleepy smile. “Morning, love o’ mine.” He rumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours immediately.
You let out a sound of surprise against them, wrapping yours arms around his neck while you let one of your hands run through his short, messy locks, tugging at them as they tickle your fingers. His haircut had been an adjustment, but you liked it short. He looked just as handsome as he did with his long hair. He pulls away, pressing a kiss to your cheek before giving you a dopey smile. You let out a soft laugh, pushing down with your hand to bring his face back towards you so you can press a smacking kiss of your own right next to his nose, which scrunches up and bumps into your cheek as he turns towards you. “Morning, sleepy boy.” You greet as you lower back down to the bed.
He scoffs at the pet name, using one hand to push your hair back from your forehead and tuck it behind your ear, “Sleep well, pet?”
“Mhm… Not sure how much sleep I actually got though.” You quip back with a knowing smile.
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5
AN:SO I though this was going to be the last part BUT it’s not, I’m so sorry but the next part definitely will and again I’m so sorry for the wait, things had been a little rough at school with exams and just life *ugh* but I hope you enjoy this!
“Hey, what’s wrong man?” Taehyung asked worriedly, as Jimin sat down in front of him, his head buried in his hands as he let out a long sigh.
It had been a couple days since he’d last seen you, and honestly it was destroying him. Every day he’d go to Jieun’s preschool, expecting to see you there, but you weren’t.
But in all honesty, even if you were, he didn’t know what he’d do. What would he say to you after what happened? Would he act like it never happened? Would he bring it up? Would you bring it up?
“I–” he started before grumbling, “I just don’t know what to do Taehyung-ah.”
Prying Jimin’s hands away from his face, Taehyung looked at the boy and teased, “It’d be easier for me to help if you told me what’s actually going on.”
Jimin gave him a look, before sighing again and spilling out everything that happened in the last 3 weeks. From the day he met you,m to the club incident and to last Friday, to where Jimin had messed up big time.
“So you were about to kiss her and then you just..didn’t?” Taehyung asked in disbelief, “Are you freaking crazy? Why?!
"I–” Jimin exasperated before taking a breath, “I couldn’t do that to her.”
He stirred the small spoon he held in his coffee cup as he continued, “I didn’t want to because she deserves someone much more than me. She doesn’t deserve to be held back with someone who’s a single father and–”
“Did she say that?” Taehyung interrupted softly making Jimin look up at him with widened eyes.
“Did she say she didn’t want to be with you? Because I think it’s up to her whether she thinks you’re deserving or not and in all honesty man? You’re hell of a good guy.” Taehyung finished, with a proud smile on his face.
“Just look at the way you raised Jieun. She’s one of the most beautiful kids I know and the sweetest too? Why? Because of you.” Taehyung said softly, making Jimin chuckle, “Even after Herim left you, you still stayed strong. Why wouldn’t she deserve you?”
At the sound of Jieun’s mothers name and Jimin’s ex, he grimaced slightly although Taehyung didn’t give him anytime to ponder upon her when he started again, “You just need to trust yourself more, give yourself more credit Jimin-ah.” Taehyung advised, looking at Jimin with a sympathetic look in his eyes.
Jimin simply nodded, his mouth opening to say something as he looked up from his drink, when he saw a familiar figure walk through, his breath hitching at the sight. His gaze quickly followed you as you walked up to the cash register, fiddling with your sleeves, a habit he had noticed you often had, as you quietly ordered.
Taehyung looked to where Jimin was intently gazing upon when his own eyes widened, a bright smile of disbelief appearing on his face, when your name slipped out of his mouth.
Jimin looked at Taehyung in bewilderment when you suddenly turned around, your eyes meeting Taehyung’s as the smile you returned made Jimins lips part in surprise.
“Wai-” he started anxiously when Taehyung jumped out of his seat and started to walk towards you, quickly engulfing your small body into his arms as he hugged you tightly, making small giggles spill out of you.
Jimin quickly stood up, his eyes still furrowed in confusion as he stared at the scene in front of him.
H-how did Taehyung know you?
But just as he was trying to sort his thoughts out, he had failed to notice that the both of you were approaching him. You looked up away from Taehyung, a wide smile still on your face as when suddenly you felt your breath being knocked out of you, your eyes widening as you stood there in shock.
Jimin stared back at you, a similar expression on his own face when you saw him gulp nervously, his eyes darting towards Taehyung as you noticed him look at the two of you in confusion.
“Hey Y/N.” Jimin said anxiously, his voice cracking at the slightest as Taehyung choked on his spit beside you.
“Wait, you two know each other already?” Taehyung said in disbelief as you simply stared at Jimin in front of you.
It was as if you didn’t hear what Taehyung had said. Not when Jimin was in front of you, looking almost as good as he did the other day, making you want to rip out your hair in frustration. You didn’t know how you felt then. Were you upset because of what happened last Friday? Did you feel betrayed? Were you mad at him or yourself, for making assumptions that were prone to be false.
“Taehyung-ah. Remember I told you Jieun’s going to school now?” Jimin started when suddenly Taehyung’s eyes widened, when Jimin continued, trailing off at the end, “Y/N’s her teacher…”
Everything connected in Taehyung’s mind like puzzle pieces as he gaped at the two of you for a second before getting himself together, afraid the situation was going to get more awkward than it already was.
“Wha–Wow! The world is such a small place isn’t it?!” Taehyung exclaimed as you found yourself giving him a tight smile in response.
“Well, I never knew you too knew each other. I met Y/N is college, I think sophomore year? Remember all the good times Y/N? You wouldn’t believe me, but Y/N sure was a party girl.” Taehyung joked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder playfully and nudging your arm, causing you to crack an embarrased smile at him.
I mean it was literally impossible to not smile back when Taehyung’s smile was simply contagious. Just as you were about to joke back, you heard your name being called by the barista as you quickly excused yourself to go get your order, leaving the two boys alone again.
“This is crazy.” Taehyung muttered as soon as you were out of ear-shot, sitting back down next to Jimin, who simply shot him a glare.
“Why didn’t you tell me you knew her already?!” he asked to what Taehyung scoffed, “It’s not like you ever told me her name!”
Jimin started to retort but shut his mouth quickly when he realized Taehyung was right.
“But Jimin, If I were to give you one thing, you sure know how to pick your women.”
“Yah! Kim Taehyung!”
“Hey! Y/N! Wait up!” a voice called behind you as you walked out the coffee shop, stopping at the sound of your name.
Turning around you saw Jimin shooting you a awkward smile as he made his way towards you, a nervous step in his walk.
“Hey.” you said in a small voice as you gripped the cup in your hand.
“A-are you busy or?” he asked slowly before you shook your head.
“Not really, but I was planning on going back home. I had some stuff to do since I’m going back to school in a couple days.” you replied, a sense of hope filling you as soon as Jimin smiled widely at you in response.
“That’s good.” he nodded to himself, before adding uncertainy,“ C-Can I walk you home?”
The two of you walked down the street, the sun shining in the corner as the light breeze enveloped the two of you as you both continued talking to each other, falling back into a comfortable balance, neither of you mentioning what had happened just days ago.
“Yea, so that actually happened.” you laughed, as Jimin looked at you in complete surprise.
“He just kissed you.” Jimin said blankly.
“Well he was drunk, but goodness, his face when I told him the next day was priceless.” You said.
“Man, never thought Taehyung was a wild one.” Jimin snorted, making you retort, “Taehyung was always a wild one.”
Your apartment quickly came into view as you rounded the corner when suddenly Jimin spoke up.
“I’m sorry by the way.” Jimin said softly, as you froze, your eyes nervously looking up at him, immediately dreading the next few words about to come out of his mouth.
“About last Friday, I should've–”
“Jimin, it’s okay really. Mistakes happen.” you replied quickly, not wanting to hear his explanation. Not wanting to know why he had rejected you and why he hadn’t kissed you.
Jimin’s eyes immediately widened as he shook his head,“ Y/N! N-No…I mean..It wasn’t a mista–”
You hesitatingly touched his arm, making him stop mid-sentence as he looked at you, before you said tightly, not looking up at him, “It’s fine Jimin. I understand, really.”
As you quickly mumbled a silent goodbye, you turned around and started to walk towards your apartment door when Jimin asked.
As his words shot through you, you looked back at him in confusion, your heart racing at the way Jimin was staring at you, his brown eyes boring into your soul.
“Do you understand, really?”
“Jimin, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say–”
“Y/N, I care about you.”
You felt your heart stop in your chest as your hands faltered on the railing you didn’t realize you had been holding so tightly. Lips parting, your could feel your throat go dry as no words would come out, your mind still trying to process the words that had left his mouth.
But before you could do anything else, Jimin took a couple strides towards you and before you knew it, he had pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as he brought you closer to him, his shaky breath fanning your bare shoulder, making the hairs rise on your arms at the closeness.
“A lot.” he added in a light whisper, his grip tightening around you as words made you shiver.
Since last Friday, you never thought you’d needed Jimin this close to you ever again, but at that moment you knew, you’d always want him this close to you, for as long as you possibly could.
Pulling away, his hand intertwined with yours as he gave you small squeeze before smiling at you softly. At that moment you waned to tell him to stay, but your tongue restricted you of any speech and soon he waved you goodbye and walked down the street, leaving you feeling breathless. You slowly leaned across your front door, your hand reaching out to your chest as you could feel your heart thumping.
What had just happened?
You were lying down on the couch, your legs sprawled around as pillows and blankets were messily spread around, while you blinked through your sleepy eyes as you the bright lights filled the room through your blinds.
Did you seriously fall asleep on the couch?
You looked at the clock as the hand pointed to 5 when you moaned, cursing yourself for waking up so early. Just then you heard your phone ring, making you grown in annoyance as you dug through your couch and its gaps in attempts to find the ringing device. Without looking at the caller ID, you put the phone to your ear as you mumbled, your voice groggy, “Hello?”
“Y/N?” a voice said hurriedly, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you quickly looked at the caller ID. Your eyes widened as you suddenly sat up straight, the memories from yesterday flooding in as you pulled back the phone back to your ear.
“Hey, I know it’s a really bad time, but I need your help, please.” he begged, the rawness in his voice making you full of worry.
“Jimin, what happened? I-Is something wrong?” you blurted, getting up from the couch as you quickly shrugged on a jacket you had laying on the couch.
“No..I mean yes… It’s just- can you take care of Jieun today? It’s just s-someone I know got into an accident and I need to see them but I don’t want to take Jieun there with me and Yura isn’t in town this week an–”
Letting out a silent sigh of relief, you replied immediately, “Of course Jimin. Of course I’ll take care of Jieun. God, I thought something happened to yo–” you sputtered when you realized what you were saying, your words trailing off as your face flushed in embarrassment.
But to your relief, Jimin hadn’t noticed as he let out a long sigh, “Oh thank you. Thank you so much Y/N. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” and before you could say anything back, he ended the call.
You looked around your apartment, resting a hand on your hip before sighing, “Time to actually clean this place.”
Hearing the loud knock, you opened the door to see Jimin and a sleepy Jieun still in her banana pajamas. Holding back your chuckles, you noticed as she tightly clutched a small brown teddy bear in her right hand.
You smiled at her softly before you slowly bent down and cupped her round face within your hands. She blinked at you before a sleepy smile made it’s way to her face, “Hi Ms. Y/N.”
“Hey Jieun-ah.” you whispered softly when you slowly pulled her towards you, her arms automatically wrapping themselves around your neck as you lifted her up into your arms. Her head rested in the crook of your neck as you slowly felt her breathing even, her eyes fluttering close.
You looked back towards Jimin when your lips turned into a small frown, noticing how his eyes were sunken in as his hair was disheveled, his face tight as the tiredness was evident.
“Is everything alright?” you asked softly, grabbing Jieun’s things from him and setting them down beside you.
He shook his head before sighing, “Not really, but I hope so.”
A small silence hung over the two of you, when you spoke up again, as you hesitantly took his hand in yours. He looked up at you in surprise but didn’t pull away as his fingers slowly held yours.
“Don’t stress too much Jimin-ah.” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently, “And don’t worry about Jieun, I’ll take care of her just as well, I promise.”
Jimin’s gaze immediately softened at you, as he suddenly looked at you in a way that had you reminded of yesterday, your insides melting all over again. His brown eyes had you mesmerized on the spot, as you could feel yourself getting pulled into them as the long, torturous seconds passed. But before you could say anything else, you suddenly felt his hands wrap around your waist as he pulled you into his embrace.
His grip on your waist tightened as you felt him sigh in what seemed like content to you, your heart hammering away as your head rested against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in your ear. You nervously looked up at him, afraid your face would give all your feelings away but he simply smiled softly at you when he turned around and looked at Jieun.
Placing a gentle kiss on her head, he whispered, “Don’t bother Y/N too much, okay sweetie? And be safe. Daddy will be back faster than you know it.”
Jieun hummed happily in response as she simply nestled further into your arms, making you chuckle softly. Looking back at you, Jimin gently tucked your the stray strands that fell out of your ponytail back behind your ear before he pulled you closer to him, your breath hitching in your throat at the sudden closeness.
His plush lips brushed your forehead, kissing it firmly, the sensation sending tingles down your body as the intimacy of the kiss had your knees turning weak.He pulled back slowly as he gave you a smile that made you want to crawl into a small ball in the corner of your room, his gaze making you feel something that was almost indescribable.
“You too. Take care, okay? And call me if anything happens, I’ll be there.” he whispered as his hands still cradled your face, his fingers tracing small circles on your cheeks.
You nodded, your tongue tied in your mouth as he let out an airy chuckle, releasing you and Jieun from his hold before bidding you goodbye. You waited for his car to disappear down your street before you closed the door behind you, a shy smile on your face as you held Jieun closer to you.
“Oh Jieun-ah, why does your dad do this to me, huh?” you whispered more so to yourself, blushing slightly as you grabbed her things and took it upstairs. Reaching your room, you gently placed Jieun down on the bed, pulling up the covers to her neck when suddenly her hand gripped your wrist.
“Ms. L/N, please don’t go.” she mumbled quietly, her eyes still close as she tugged on you harder. You sighed in defeat, a small smile on your face as you got into the covers, pulling Jieun’s small body into yours as she immediately moved into your warmth.
You smiled in adoration as you kissed her forehead softly, your heart swelling at the little girl in front of you. Brushing her hair back from her face, soft exhales left her rosy lips as you found your eyes take in the look of peace on her face.
You’d often wondered where Jieun got her nose from, her eyes and smile an exact copy of Jimin’s. But it had then hit you slowly that it probably came from her mom, someone’s existence you’d completely managed to have forgotten.
You sighed as you slightly shifted in the bed, your lips tilting downwards. You wondered how she was. Was she pretty? She must’ve been if Jimin liked her and had Jieun, who looked like an actual doll. Did he love her? And did he still love her?
Moreover, did he like you?
You wanted to ignore those thoughts but you couldn’t help but wonder if he did. I mean, the way he was treating you meant something, right? With what happened yesterday, it only made sense. But it still had you scared. This was completely new territory for you, it being years since you had dated someone.
Brushing away the thought, you pulled Jieun in closer to you, her small hands grabbing onto your sweater as she hummed in slight content, making a happy smile spread across your face as you immediately forgot your troubles.
It was one of your dreams honestly. To have a child. It might seem like a typical thing. One dates, gets married, then has kids, it’s a process. But to you, ever since you were a kid and were an only child you’d always love being with smaller kids. No matter who they were, you’d always care for others, just as if you were their biological sister.
But you weren’t sure why Jieun made you genuinely happy. Was it because of Jimin? You used to think so, but you felt otherwise. You felt that it was because of Jieun you had fallen for Jimin and not the other way around. Jieun was the spitting image of the perfect daughter you’d always wanted, while Jimin was everything you had wanted in a guy.
- Bucky gets first aid after a mission - Based off this
Bucky sighs a heavy sigh of relief when he sees his house approaching from the car window. He turns to Steve who is writing notes in his notebook as a post-mission ritual. He had ridden home with Bucky as a promise to you, to bring your husband back in one piece. The car stops in front of the house and they both thank the driver. With heavy tired steps they open the creaking gate to your house, the early morning sun beating down on their exhausted bodies as they walk to the door. Before they can reach the door you’re barrelling down the path straight into Bucky’s arms without a word. He catches you in his strong arms a soft groan involuntarily escaping his lips. “My ribs” he wheezes out. You instantly pull away as if you’d been burnt.
“Sorry, sorry” you pull away, in the eagerness to see your husband you had forgotten the potential for injuries. Bucky smiles through the pain as you survey him. “How bad?” it was almost ritualistic for you to ask after every mission.
“Three cracked ribs, stitches on my neck and thigh and a slight concussion, not to mention cuts and bruises just about everywhere” Bucky lists off his injuries and the worry clouds your face. “I’ll be right as rain tomorrow” Bucky says as he pulls you back to him with a cocky smile wanting to hold you in his arms. You often forgot your husband and his best friend had advanced healing and your worry was frivolous in most cases.
“You’re such a masterpiece… a masterpiece I want to get a taste of.”
Synopsis:Your nude modeling portfolios are due in a few days and, with all your sketches an absolute mess, Namjoon offers to help; though, his idea of aiding your lack of skill is different that what you thought…
for valentine’s day, even shows up at isak’s place, wearing a white buttoned up shirt, a large bouquet of roses in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other. a red, heart-shaped, chocolate box. eskild’s the one opening the door for him, and when he does, he looks at him and exclaims “oh for fuck’s sake”, shaking his head. “do you have to rub it in our faces? like, have some consideration, even” and even can’t help but chuckle. he takes a rose from the bouquet and hands it to eskild. “happy valentine’s day, eskild” and eskild takes it and stares at it before he says “unbelievable” but all even can hear is the smile in his voice
and then even’s knocking on isak’s door, and opening it before he gets an answer. isak’s sitting on his bed, a textbook on his lap, and when he looks up and sees even, even and his proud smile and his raised eyebrows, his eyes widen a little. the thing is that even isn’t doing this seriously. he is a bit of a romantic. well, he’s a big, hopeless romantic. but he’s never given isak flowers and chocolate and it’s not a gesture he expects isak to be touched by. he sort of expects isak to look at him with an incredulous smile and he expects him to shake his head and he expects him to say something along the lines “are you for real, even?”, to which he’d reply “yup, totally”
but isak is sort of just. looking at him, biting the inside of his lower lip, and he’s not saying anything. and even can’t quite read his eyes, so he frowns, confused, and he goes to sit on his bed next to him, flowers and chocolate at their feet and he whispers “hey you”. he grabs isak’s hand and starts drawing circles with his thumb on his palm and he asks “what’s up?” and isak looks at him, and then he looks down, and then he opens his mouth and closes it again. and there’s a silence, even doesn’t know how long it lasts, he just keeps stroking isak’s palm. and then isak sighs, looks up, looks at him in the eyes and he says “i was thinking. earlier today, like, seeing these posts on facebook, i was thinking. i’ve never spent valentine’s day with”. isak swallows, sighs again. “i’ve never been with someone i wanted to be with you know? on valentine’s day last year, i got with sara and. that’s not what i wanted you know?” he shakes his head a little, lines on his forehead. “it’s not about valentine’s day, you know? it’s just -”
after a few seconds, isak doesn’t finish his sentence and even’s just wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. he kisses the top of his head a couple of times, whispers “i know” against his hair. even never asked isak about his past relationships, always let isak come talk to him when he wanted to, when he needed to. and isak did, sometimes, like that time when they were watching a movie and he told even “i only like boys, you know? i mean, right now you’re the only boy i like, but in general i only like boys” and even smiled and kissed his temple and said “and there’s nothing wrong with that”
the side of isak’s face is against even’s shoulder and he inhales his scent, warm breath falling on even’s neck everytime he exhales and he says quietly “i’m just glad to have you” and he raises his chin up, and even kisses him once, replies “i’m glad to have you, too” and kisses him again, three, four times. they stay like this for a while, before isak reaches for the chocolate box. when he opens it, the first thing he notices is that there’s one missing, and he raises an eyebrow at even and even gives an innocent shrug and says “what? i was hungry”. and isak’s laughing this time, and when even sees the light in his eyes and the smile lines framing his mouth, when he hears isak sigh happily, he thinks that he can’t believe his luck, and that he’d go buy chocolate from all the stores in isak’s neighborhood if it meant he gets to keep seeing this exact look on his face
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader, past yoongi | reader ◇ genre: angst with bits of fluff ◇ word count: 29.885 ◇ warnings: none
Min Yoongi leads Earth with a stern hand and a pair of cold eyes. You lead a withered space station that’s been losing hope for years, mind tired and heart torn. Jeon Jungkook is no more than a broken soldier who’s slowly losing his humanity, but his longing for the rain keeps him tied to the ground.
Three paths converge again when the two worlds clash, and as precarious as they were, it does not stop you from falling in love for a second time.
You are just eight years old when you look at Earth’s sky for the first time.
Though you are considered an observant child, you are still too young to understand the underlying meaning of your actions. Your eyes only see an unexplored vastness, infinite and alluring, undiscerning of the coiling tendrils that precariously tie two worlds together — yours, and Min Yoongi’s.
“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts
throwing Karen off him and running out the door.
“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE
LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made
chocolates above her head.
The two Humans screaming and running
past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he
liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company.
That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of
thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be
alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be
hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.
“What happened to you?” Dr Loop
“Sergeant Stabby got me” he
“Why do you keep it around and why
the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”
“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby,
he is war hero you know”
“IT is a cleaning machine”
“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves
“SHHHHHH here he comes”
Sergeant Stabby made his way into the
Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while
the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.
“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop
“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the
norm for you race to be so….nuts?”
Cho smiled “You’ve never been to
Terra have you?”
“Shame, because if you think we are
crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”
Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look
at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”
“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”
“But still for wound like this to
stop bleeding so soon”
“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you
worked on Humans before”
“I have studied Human anatomy yes”
“But actually worked with one? In
person before we got here?”
Dr Loop did not like his skills being
questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of
“It matters not, I know all the ins
and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest
of your backwards and primitive kind”
Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm
for a sec” he asked.
“Just trust me”
Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms
and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a
reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.
Cho licked his arm and a split second
later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.
Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his
arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on
“Guess you forgot our saliva is like
acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.
The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts
fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not
seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human
female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation
of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.
“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step
forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.
“You are a coward and weak, you let
the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you
around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”
Chief Goolack stood up straight, the
chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were
heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show
“I am a Benemar and I fought for our
people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule.
Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in
battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they
came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies.
They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge
me as a coward for respecting strength?”
“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned
our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too
much power, power they are taking from us”
The court cheered and banged their
weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles
against their armour.
“Let this cry go out across to the
star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the
location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”
The Benemar all over the Alliance
suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they
were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High
Chief has risen the banner”
Many thought this was the Benemar about
to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny
or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the
Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.
Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s
usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the
Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did
their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as
celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to
inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to
take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from
celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which
the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing
but the Humans obliged.
The fun did not stop there.
Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was
travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it
stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It
was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge,
maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped
a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who
from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw
what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.
She smiled at him and gave a nervous
smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator
suddenly and harshly stopped.
“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the
sudden change of momentum.
“Are you okay?” he asked and she
nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but
go response, there was no power to the that call button either.
Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.
“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he
asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.
“The baby is coming” she panted.
“Baby? What baby?”
“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!!
she screamed and he jumped.
“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”
Cathy sat down as her water broke and
“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted
into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.
“What…what is your name?” she
“Depit, come here I need you to help
me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she
“I don’t know what to do” Depit
“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I
“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and
squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had
tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.
“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted
“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze
It then dawn on her that Humans were
far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off
a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.
“Why are you screaming what’s
happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.
“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING
“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”
“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE
“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”
Another contraction came and she
screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.
This went on for over and hour till
finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.
“Okay…okay” she said to herself
with Depit fanning her with his wings.
“How long does this usually go on
for?” he asked.
“My mother was in labour for 32 hours
“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the
contractions have stopped”
“What happens next?”
Cathy looked at him “Next comes the
“Elong births are lot…faster than
“You’re a bird race, you have it
easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get
between my legs!!”
Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself
and Depit froze.
“What do I do?”
Cathy burst into laughter “I’m
kidding, just guide it out”
Depit got ready and Cathy screamed
again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were
“I can see the egg”
“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING
HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”
“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY
CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.
Cathy started breathing again and moved
her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she
positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and
Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell
into Depits arms.
After the baby began crying he handed
it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.
“It’s a boy” she said.
“No wonder your race is so tough, you
endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through
it to bring one of your own into the world”
“And we do it over and over again,
I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What
did you say your name was again?”
“Depit, my name is Depit”
Cathy smiled and looked down at her son
“Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”
Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his
head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his
people. “You would do me that honour?”
“Of course, you brought him into the
world, well I did most of the work but still”
“Thankyou” he said smiling.
“Oh beware of the after birth”
“The what?” Depit said looking down
just as it slumped down in front of him.
In the higher levels and completely
unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a
friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk
called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell
by their Captains face that something had happened.
“Men and woman of the 8th
Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar
launched a full scale assault on Terra”
The air became heavy as if every Human
and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.
“The battle is still going on and all
Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting
there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence
net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready
to go yesterday!!”
The Humans didn’t say anything and as a
single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters
and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them.
The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10
minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and
her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that
she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.
Within 2 hours the Humans were all
loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their
Alien friends and set off for Terra.
The Benemar continued their assault,
unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware
of the armada coming for them.
AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.
Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.
Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.
WTF was all that pure pastel pink promo shit weeks ago? I feel like I dreamt it. Now when I look at the album art and listen to the lyrics about different women and sex and I make no correlation to the pure soft vulnerable bare Harry on the cover. WTF is the hard candy lyrics? WTF is going on with 'I am not a womanizer' image. Oh yeah sex, drugs & rock'n'roll. That's what's going on. As a fan of rock music I am so proud of the album. As a fan of Harry, I am disappointed.
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I completely understand. In fact this morning I did a full rant about my thoughts on the matter via Twitter. You can read it here. Like high key, Twitter is where I have no filter and am like “THIS IS WHAT I’M THINKING!!” and Tumblr is where I’m an analytical hoe about things, so let’s analyse!
I listened to the breakfast show last night (as I am currently in LA) and then fell into a mini rage coma because I, too, was like, “What the actual fuck just happened?” Then I woke up to this:
And I was like, “Well this is probably the most damage control we’ve ever gotten or will get.”
HOWEVER! The dichotomy from Harry rainbow-wearin Styles and this NO HOMO I HAVE HETERO SEX WITH ALL THE WOMEN Hersh makes me…uneasy. That’s the only word I can come up with. Let’s be honest, last week Harry looked about one tattoo and rainbow away from coming out. This might as well have been him at that hockey game:
And then today with this…
There’s just this constant push and pull between what Harry DOES and what he says in interviews. But I get it. I do. Harry Styles is a billion dollar commodity. Do you understand how much revenue he’s brought to Sony in the last month? He sold out a tour for music that no one had even heard in minutes.
At one point in my vida loca I was offered a publishing deal with a company that everyone has heard of. They wanted to publish it through their non-fiction department and they wanted me to say that I had slept with a don or professor at my university. Which I hadn’t. This was during my final year at university, and whilst I’m sure my life would’ve had a much different trajectory I’m also sure that once people figured out who I am (as many have), I would probably be stripped of my hard-earned Oxbridge degree for lying and shaming my university. Which is why you’ve never read any kind of SCANDAL at Oxbridge. Just the normal undergrad sex and drinking stuff. I rank quite low on the list of outrageous alumni if you look at the last 900 years of students.
Back to Haz.
Whilst I never compromised my morals, I also didn’t sign any kind of deal with the devil when I was 16. We have absolutely no idea what the details of his employment are. And he is an employee. Harry is owned by someone. Whether you like it or not, the bottom line doesn’t stop at Harry, it stops at the people who are investing in him and relying on a substantial profit.
Perhaps the rainbows and pink and very romantic vibes he’s got going on with just about any man in his vicinity thing were all put out there to test the waters. We know that they monitor the fandom, and maybe the analytics didn’t hit their “okay to be gay” criteria. I’m speaking bluntly in terms of business because I can guarantee you that Sony cares about exactly one thing: the money that they are making for themselves.
Something else to consider when recovering from whiplash because of this complete 180 Harry’s done since last week, is that interview with that horrible woman who said, “Fans are convinced that ‘Sweet Creature’ is about your relationship with Louis Tomlinson. Is it?” After which Harry spent approximately 138 seconds saying “Uhhhhhhhh” before refusing to say “no”. He could’ve said no! He could’ve SHOUTED no, as he did at Grimmy when he said, “Here’s a song about Taylor Swift!” One thing we got from that interview is that Harry does indeed have the word “No” in his vocabulary. “No. This isn’t about Taylor Swift.” vs “Yes. I can understand why fans think this is about Louis because it is but I would lean towards them maybe being wrong.” That isn’t how you say no. And that didn’t go over anyone’s head.
Honestly, I love this album. “Woman” is actually my favourite song from it at the moment. I can’t really listen to “Two Ghosts” because it sounds too much like “Revelry” by Kings of Leon and that song is forever associated with a very bad time for me so yeah. “Woman” just reminds me of Bennie and the Jets and 27 Dresses.
I just wish it could’ve been left at, “
It’s much more powerful when not taken simply as what it is.” Because that’s so true. This album is so layered and brilliant and I think I’m mostly mad that they’ve reduced it to such a boring and blatant interpretation. We got the very opposite of what Harry’s been telling us when he all but said that these songs are about actual women that he literally slept with.
So I guess my question is…what exactly is Jeffry helping with aside from bringing back a narrative that Harry seemed to have tried relentlessly to debunk?
I just can’t reconciliate the Harry that they’re pushing this week with the Harry that reacted this way to being called a womaniser in an interview:
Regardless of what you think or ship, I do think that it’s fair to feel like you’re being asked to accept two completely contrasting versions of Harry Styles right now.