Jimin groaned when he flipped over a chair on his haste to leave and had to waste even more time putting it back into place.
“In a hurry?” He made a sharp turn to meet the source of the voice and tried to deny the way his heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was.
Jeon Jungkook. Leaning against the doorframe and blocking the way out. Successfully trapping Jimin inside the changing rooms when no one else was around.
Not that he had a huge problem with that, seeing as he and Jungkook had been playing the staring game for a few weeks now, even though it had to be discreet since they weren’t supposed to be friends.
(Which Jimin thought was ridiculous; he never really understood school hierarchy.)
“Yeah, Tae is waiting for me.” Jimin answered and, after the initial shock, found his voice was quite controlled.
“Taehyung, huh?” Not so fun fact: Jungkook and Taehyung didn’t get along. At all. If his best friend walked in now – and saw Jungkook slowly coming closer –, Jimin would have to deal with his inquiries for days.
Jimin nodded and hugged his hoodie – the reason he had gone back to his gym locker – closer to his chest. His eyes were still glued to Jungkook’s and he felt smaller than ever when he came to a stop right in front of him.
“Why don’t you forget about him for a second?” Jungkook muttered as he raised his hand to lightly caress Jimin’s cheek; just that amount of contact made him shiver.
Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU) Fandom: MCU Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Sharon Carter, mentions of Steve Rogers, mentions of Tony Stark Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing Word Count: 1,797 Requested: No Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name
Growing up in an upper-middle-class home in California was something that Y/N Stratford had always been thankful for. Being subjected to those assholes that people at her school called boys, however, was not something that she appreciated very much. None of the boys at Y/N’s high school were worth any of her time, in her opinion, and some of the girls there were pretty awful too. Y/N’s sister, on the other hand, totally disagreed. After their mother passed away, Y/N and Nat had started falling out more than ever, and they barely even spoke to one another anymore.
Natasha Statford was the incarnation of all the things that people at Stark High School wanted to be: pretty and popular. That was the extent of it. And not only was Nat shallow and a little bit of an airhead, but she was awful to her older sister, Y/N, and had taken advantage of their dad’s love for his daughters when their mother passed away. Nat wanted to do what everyone else her age did: date a cute boy with a high social rank at their school. Perhaps that was what made Nat the favoured Statford sister. Y/N was just as beautiful as Nat, and even more smart. But she had an antisocial, often abrasive attitude and wanted nothing to do with the losers at their school.
Nat’s best friend, Sharon Carter, was smart enough to befriend Nat in order to climb her way through the social system of their high school, not that Nat would ever realise, and had always had her eye on Steve Rogers; a self-absorbed high school senior and aspiring model. Steve’s affluent best friend Tony was the grandson of the man who founded the high school they all attended, and it only made the two of them even more unbearable.
At least Y/N had one friend that was worth having: Wanda Maximoff. Wanda was considered to be even more odd than Y/N at Stark, and that was saying something. She wore dark clothing and loved Shakespeare more than anything. People gave her nicknames such as witch, but Wanda only ignored them. One more year of school and Wanda and Y/N would be gone from that hell hole anyway.
In the morning, Nat and Y/N got to school separately. Nat rode the bus with Sharon in the mornings and Y/N took her old car that she had bought with the money she saved from all of her part-time jobs. Y/N – unlike Natasha – wanted to be responsible for herself and was sure that she would only use her inheritance for paying for college and nothing else. Natasha was already coaxing her father into buying her Prada backpacks and who knows what else. So once Y/N and Nat were out the door, it was almost like they didn’t even know each other.
“Go to Bible School to Get a Husband,” and other things you shouldn’t tell little girls
“Go to Bible School to get a husband.”
→ How about, “Go to Bible School to deepen your relationship with Christ?” → Why not, “Go to Bible School to explore intellectually what you have felt emotionally/spiritually?” → What if we said, “Go to Bible School to seek out God’s leading and calling on your life?”
2. “Be careful not to cause your brothers in Christ to stumble.” → How about, “Be careful to surround yourself with men/women who build you up and don’t tear you down.” → Why not, “Watch out for the men/women who view your virginity as the validity for you to be a part of the body of Christ.” → What if we said, “Protect yourself from men/women who blame their lust on your body.”
3. “It’s okay, Jesus is your boyfriend.” → How about, “You don’t need a boyfriend to make you valuable to the Kingdom of God.” → Why not, “Look for your worth in God’s love for you vs. finding your worth in the love and acceptance of a significant other.” → What if we said, “You are still living in relationship, even if you are ‘single’. You are in relationship with God, yourself, and the people around you. Romantic relationships do not trump the importance of these relationships.”
4. “Guard your heart.” → How about, “It’s okay to be soft. Do not fear your own tenderness, God has not given you a spirit of fear.” → Why not, “It’s not your fault. Guarding your heart doesn’t always save you from bad stuff happening.” → What if we said, “We all make mistakes, it’s okay to feel this hurt, God is with you in this hurt.”
5. “Wait for the man you will marry.” → How about, “It’s okay to hold off on sexual activity, but don’t hold off on living your life before you (potentially) meet the man of your dreams.” → Why not, “There’s more to focus on than waiting for a future mate.” → What if we said, “God has good work for you to do now that you can’t wait on.”
So, thanks to the New England weather, I have a snow day in mid-March. I found this in my drafts and thought this was perfect timing.
To create the scene, Natris are gettin’ frisky in bed the morning of a blizzard. No school for Nat. Unfortunately, that also means no school for the kids who have taken upon themselves to get up early to check out the snow and bang on their parents’ bedroom door. __________________________________________________
A growl vibrated against her neck, but not before she let out a sexually frustrated sigh. “Is it too late to sell them?” She whispered, half-joking.
Chris’s answering laugh tickled her skin. “We could get a good penny if we sell them as a package deal. I know a guy.”
Nat rolled her eyes, a smile tugging on her lips. “You always know a guy-”
“Connections, baby. Gotta make friends in all the right places.”
“You’re starting to creep me the fuck out,” she said around a giggle.
today at school i skipped class with my friend bc she was having some problems and i like wanted to be there for her and then the security guard caught us just sitting in the hall like not in class and we had to go down and talk to the principal so he said since we deliberately didn’t go to class we had to either be suspended for a day or get in school suspension and i was NOT gonna fuckin get suspended since my parents are already mad enough at me for my grades so i started like. crying my ass off but my friend on the other hand was like “listen. mr drake. this is my fault, it’s like a walter white and jesse pinkman situation. i’m walter white and i’m like ‘hey jesse, let’s make meth’ and luna is jesse and they don’t wanna make meth but i pressure them into it and they do it, they’re not at fault here. except in this case making meth is skipping class.” and with the combination of that, my crying, saying how i’m trying my hardest to get my grades up, and sort of explaining why we did it we went from possibly being suspended to getting just one lunch detention. she fuckin saul goodman’d us out of the situation
Summary:Phil is a primary school teacher, Dan is a radio presenter and they’ve adopted a child together. Now they’re split up though and Dan faces the struggles of being a single dad while also having to deal with seeing Phil every time he takes his daughter to school.
A/N: @skinnyjeanshowell and me have been talking about this fic for ages. But with me being extremely busy it just never got taken from an idea to an actual story. Now that I’m finally getting my shit together, we finally got around to writing it.
Co-writing with Tori is always a great experience and I hope you all enjoy this little parent!phan story.
(Link to the second part can be found at the end of this post.)