#laya broke up

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

so awkward that all the romance comments/banter happens after the breakup |'D

#ik why it is like this but its still kind of funny jfkldsf #also extra awkward bc this is obviously a Sore Spot for liam for a while so uh. hes not reacting so well when ppl bring it up lol #laya plays dragon age #oc: liam hawke #must be wild from everyone elses pov too tho cus theyre besties for years and hang out constantly and practically behave like a couple alre #*already #and then suddenly theyre tense and awkward around each other and its very obvious that Something Happened that theyre not telling #honestly i dunno how likely it would be for everyone to immediately assume that they got together/broke up? #rather than that they had a falling out about.. Something. #but then again theyre both kind of not great at being subtle and hiding things so maybe its not that unlikely that the rest catches on lolo

[the-offside-rule]

Lance Stroll (Aston Martin) - Our Last Summer

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Our Last Summer by Abba

Warnings: none that I know of...OH WAIT steamy kind of ending

Lance sat in his armchair in his living room. He was expecting his daughter to be dropped off for the week at any moment. Laya Stroll was practically the same as her father. Her attitude and kind heart made her the same, but she was a replica of her mother Y/n. Y/n and Lance had fallen deeply in love over the summer they had both turned 18 and from that, a beautiful relationship had come to exist. Over time however, things went downhill and a breakup was within reach, until Y/n found our that she was pregnant. They tried to keep the love alive but the truth was, it simply wasn't there anymore. No matter how much they tried, nothing worked and the two just broke up. Since then, they've been co-parenting and trying as much as possible to give their daughter the best life.

He jumped as heard the gates opening, followed by the pebbled pathway crunching against the wheels of her car. He stood up and walked towards the front door and opening it. He leaned on the door frame as he watched Y/n help their daughter out if the car door. Lance looked over to Laya. She was so little and she looked smaller with the huge backpack she had on her back. "Hi Daddy!" She squealed, waving at him with delight. Lance's lips immediately turned to a smile. "Hey pumpkin! You ready to have some fun?" He asked, picking her up. Y/n stood looking between the both. "She's got everything in her bag. Her pyjamas, her vitamins, her toothbrush-"

"I know. You got it all there." Lance replied. He moved a strand of hair from Laya's face. "I'll be back tomorrow. You don't have anything to worry about." Y/n reassured him. Lance bit his tongue on what he was going to say. She bent down and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "I'll see you later baby, alright?" Laya nodded and kissed her mother back before running inside and jumping on the sofa. "I'll be back maybe at 6. I'm sure you'll be fine." Lance nodded. "Okay. Bye Lance." She said, walking away. Lance waved back and watched her get into her car and drive away. He never really said goodbye to her. He wasn't trying to be rude, it's just the last time he said goodbye to her, she was out of his life for months. Y/n's mother was bringing Laya over to Lance's place so he could take care of her and it was the same person who picked her up. It wasnt until Silverstone last year when Lance invited the whole family. Y/n really had no choice but to go. She had a baby to take care of.

Lance walked back inside and locked the door. He walked into his living room and saw her watching Narcos. "No, Laya, we've talked about this I'm not allowed let you watch it." He said, taking the control and putting on some cartoons. He heard his daughter whimper. "Look, how about I go get you some food? Sound like a good idea?" Laya looked up to her dad and nodded her head. "Okay! Can I come and colour?" Lance smiled and picked her up. "Of course, pumpkin. Let's go."

Lance stood at the sink, washing the dishes as Laya sat colouring at the table. "Daddy?" Laya asked. Lance turned from doing the dishes to look at his daughter. "Yes pumpkin?" He replied. "How did you and Mommy fall in love?" Initially, the question gave Lance a warm and fuzzy feeling, but then he turned cold as he remembered that they were no longer together. He let out a sigh and picked her up, placing her carefully on the counter beside him. "I suppose it was when we were younger. See pumpkin, I was in Austria for a race and I saw her. From then, I couldn't stop thinking about her, I kept talking to her for as long as I could until the summer break and we just went on a road trip around France."

Laya's face turned to one of confusion. "Why France?" She asked. "We both speak French. It's something we both kind of bonded over that. In fact, we always went back, even the last time we-" Lance felt something inside him. It was the feeling of watching back an old memory, only to be saddened by the fact that the person in it is no longer there. Its painful to watch back even. "Our last Summer where it was just us was the best. It was just us and only us and I loved every moment of it." Lance had told her everything about their last trip before she was born. Like how they were once walking along the Seine and then it started to pour rain and they started laughing because they hadn't brought coats with them. Or the time they were stuck in their car during a traffic jam near the Notre Dam. Wherever they walked, it was hand in hand. Every morning they'd go to the same cafe every morning for their fresh croissants. Oh how distant thos ememories seemed now. "That sounded so fun! Maybe one day you and Mommy could bring me to Paris!"

Lance nodded his head. "Maybe one day kiddo." He paused for a moment, drinking in the happiness he had from talking about those moments before asking about Y/n. "Did Mommy tell you where she was going for work?" Lance asked. "Work? Mommy is going out with one of her boy friends she met at the farmers market." Laya replied. Lance felt hurt in a way. She always told him when she had dates so why be so secretive now? He has taken care of Laya before when Y/n had a date so why lie and say she had work? "I think its time for bed, pumpkin." Lance told her, helping to clear up her colouring pencils. "Okay Daddy." She yawned. Lance picked her up and walked with her to her room. He helped her change into her Paw Patrol pyjamas and then sent her to brush her teeth. After she was tucked in and asleep, Lance left her room and walked down the hallway, looking at the photos on the wall. He used to have newspaper clippings and headlines from podiums but they found themselves in a shoe box and replaced by drawings from Laya and various family photos. He would never admit it, but his favourite was by far the photo from Silverstone last year. Everyone looked to happy. His family, Y/n's family and Laya in a little Racing Point shirt and oversized cap to match. He realised neither were happy to be there but it reminded him of who he drives for and what he drives for. He drives for her.

The next day, Lance sat eating popcorn as he snuggled up with Laya under a huge blanket while watching Winnie The Pooh. They heard the doorbell ringing which earned a groan of disapproval from the toddler. "Why can't people just wait until the movie is over." She groaned, making Lance chuckle. "You can keep watching. I'll get the door." Lance stood up off the couch and walked towards the door to open it. His face softened as he saw Y/n standing before him. "Hey." She said. "She's just in the living room. We're having a movie night kind of thing." He explained. "Oh, well I'm ready to bring her home whenever so it's no rush." Y/n smiled. "Come on in." Lance stood to the side and allowed her to walk in and into the living room. "Hey baby!" Y/n grinned, walking up to Laya on the sofa. "Mommy! You should know better than to come while there's a movie on! Would you do that in a movie theatre?" Y/n chuckled. "I suppose not. I'll go sit in the kitchen while you go get ready." Y/n walked into the kitchen to see Lance already standing at the counter. He looked like he was thinking about something, she just didn't know what.

"How was she?" Y/n asked as she sat at the table. "She was full of questions, that's for sure. Just like you." Y/n nodded her head before it grew silent, the kettle boiling being the only noise. "How was your date?" Lance asked. Y/n froze. "Yeah, yeah it was alright. I don't think we'll end up dating though." She replied. Lance became invested. Maybe she felt the same way he did. "Oh? How come?" Lance took out two cups and a tea bag. Y/n always had a cup of tea when she was picking up Y/n while Lamce stuck to his coffee. Y/n let out a sigh. "Well for one, he was just so rude. He literally opened the door and didn't even hold it so I could walk in. It ended up like, smacking me in the face." Lance smiled and let out a small chuckle. "That's a red flag and that's coming from a driver." He said, taking the kettle and pouring water into each cup.

"Yeah, well then he wouldn't stop talking about himself. Like, I tried to get a word in but whatever I said reminded him of so etching that happened to him in the past. I said I loved Formula one and I'd been to races and he straight up went, 'Oh my god, I went to Baku in 2017. It was such a great race.' and I was kinda like 'oh sick. I was there too.' So at least we could talk about F1 for a while." Lance poured some milk into her tea and walked over to the table to place the cup in front of her. "And what did he say about f1?" Lance pulled out a chair for himself and sat down, sipping on his coffee. "Well, he talked about how the sport shouldn't be so money oriented so everyone has an equal opportunity to get into it, which I have to say I agree with but then he kinda just-" Y/n paused and drank her tea, not wanting to say what he had. "He kinda just?"

"He called you a useless pay driver. I did stick up for you though. I said you need talent to back it up. He called me a simp for Daddy's Cash but eh, not anymore." Y/n laughed. "See I don't think that's true at all." Y/n set he tea down. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Well I think you still like me." Y/n scoffed at his words. "And why would you ever think that?" Lance shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it's the fact that you always end up hating your dates. You never go back on a second date with them." He explained. "Well that's a lie, because I actually went on a second date with Mark." Y/n said, as-a-matter-of-factly. "And did you end up going on a third date?" Lance asked. "It's none of your business who I go on dates with. You've been on plenty since me." Y/n spat before standing up. "Yes, but I stopped after the last girl because I realised they weren't you and none of them would ever come close. I don't want to settle for some girl because I can't have you." Lamce stepped closer to her and lifted her chin up to look at him. "And what makes you think I'd settle for you?" Granted, that hurt Lance but he knew she only said it to try sound like she was sure of herself. "You don't have to lie. I know you miss me."

"Lance. We broke up. We decided we weren't right together and we decided that no matter how hard we tried, we would never, ever work out for eachother." She said. "That was then. It's been four years since then." Y/n rolled her eyes. "I just can't talk to you, you never listen! It was just like last summer!"

Y/n felt a tug at her coat. Both she and Lance looked down to see Laya with her sketchpad. "Mommy? Do you think we could maybe sleep over at Daddy's tonight?" Laya asked. Y/n sighed and smiled at her daughter. "I'm sure Daddy wouldn't mind but it's gonna have to be granny that picks you up tomorrow morning because I've got an early shift." She explained carefully, playing with her brown curls. "No, I mean can we have a sleepover. You could come too!" Y/n didn't know what to say. She hadn't stayed in that house since they broke up. "Laya, I don't think that's the best idea."

"Please?" Laya pleaded, the grip on her sketchpad getting harder. She looked to Lance. "I guess I could stay for one night." She mumbled. "Yay!" Laya screamed before jumping and latching onto her mother's legs and hugging for dear life. "You're the best!" Laya scrambled out of the kitchen and back to the living room presumably, leaving Lance and Y/n in a bit of a predicament. "I'll sleep on the couch. Don't worry about it." Lance muttered, walking out and being practically non existent for the rest of the evening.

As night fell, Y/n lay in bed thinking over what Lance had said earlier about how she probably still loved him. On the surface, she felt like she didn't. Since they broke up she hadn't had any form of lust towards him. Just thinking he was a good dad and was a wonderful partner for the time they were together. Lust however, was not to be confused for love. She felt it in each artery of her heart that she loved him. She never stopped. She felt as though she lived for him. She wanted to learn to love someone more than she did Lance, but failed, hence the multiple dates. She had enough. She had to put her pride aside and tell him. She stood up and marched out, careful not to wake Laya. She peered in through the door and saw Lance asleep in a shirt and his boxers like he always did. She walked up slowly to him and gently nudged him, trying to get him awake. He tossed and turned uncomfortably before his eyes just about opened and saw her. "Y/n? What are you-"

Lance was cut off by Y/n latching her lips onto his. He wasted no time in kissing back, holding onto her hips as she cupped his face. "Y/n, wait." Y/n stopped and looked and him. "Do you really want to or do you just feel bad?" Y/n chuckled softly at his question as if it were a joke. "Lance, I love you. I'd never do that to someone I love." She restarted the kiss again. This time, it was different. There was a hunger somewhere in the kiss. She found herself moving from his lips to his neck. Lance soon joined pursuit and nipped at her neck and collarbone, leaving lilac marks on her skin. They both knew where thus was going. There was no going back without it being awkward now. "Are you sure you want this?" Lance asked in between kisses. "Lance-" she paused and looked deep into his eyes. "Lance, I love you. Of course I do." That was all he needed to do what he'd been wanting to do for so long now. He picked her up, her legs clasping around his waist and walked into his bedroom and kicking the door shut behind him. He wanted to show her he loved her and cherished her in every way and he would.

-time skip o' clock-

Lance sat listening to his engineers. Silverstone. One of his favourites and the teams home grand prix. "So basically, you're losing a lot of your time in Copse. We think if you-" His engineer was cut off by the sound of Laya shouting for her dad immensely loud. Lance's face turned to a grin before he excused himself and walked to his family. He picked Laya up and put her on his shoulders before turning to Y/n and pecking her on the lips gently. Lamce then looked down at the newborn bundle of joy in her arms and rubbed his little face. "Is he okay?" Lance asked. "Casper is fine. You need to go get ready for qualifying so i might just bring them to the hospitality lounge." Y/n replied. "Sounds good. I can meet you there after." They gave eachother one final kiss before Lance set Laya back down. "Can you tell Sebastian I said hello?" Laya asked. Lance stooped down to her level and smiled. "You can tell him yourself after qualifying, how does that sound?" Laya bounced up and down excitedly at the mere thought of meeting her dad's teammate again. "Come on. We have to go. Leave Daddy to his racing."

Lance bid them farewell and watched as they left out the backway. He felt a poke at his shoulder, making him turn around. He saw his engineer again. "Ready to get in the car?" Lance nodded and prepared himself. He sat in the car for a few moments before the green light came on in the pits, looking around before finally looking at a sticker photo of his family just beside the steering wheel. Reminding him once again who he was racing for and who he love most in this world.

#f1 oneshots #f1 oneshot #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 #lance stroll x you #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Dancing On Your Heartstrings

Chapter 15

Raghav POV

Raghav stared at the unsaved contact on his phone. He tried to remember if he had given out his number to anyone recently, but no one came to mind. Hesitantly, he swiped up. 

"Hello! Raghav, right?"

"...Yes?"

"Hi, it's me, Karan. Remember me?"

Karan. Yes. Yes he did remember. He had helped bring Ranveer to the studio when Raghav asked him to, in return for which Raghav missed three classes the next day and assisted him in staging a prank on his brothers. Raghav also owed him a favour for keeping his mouth shut in front of Ranveer. 

"Haan, bata kya hua."

"If I remember correctly, Little Mr Patil owes me a favour."

The mischief in his voice scared Raghav more than he would like to admit. There were only twenty minutes left until his practice with Ranveer. It better not be something excessive. "Of course I do. Kya chahiye?"

"Mujhe Shabana's Cafe se chicken momos laake de. Two plates."

Thank god, that was easy enough. If you knew anything about those triplets, you would know not to be in their debt. Ever 

"Thik hai. Mujhe apna address Whatsapp kar. Main lata hu," said Raghav. 

"Jaldi laio. Ranveer se mangaye the abhi tak nahi laya."

Ranveer. Gosh, being around the boy did things to Raghav that he wasn't sure he liked. It was frustrating, but it was also comforting. His face would heat up at every stolen glimpse of brown skin, every time Ranveer's shirt would lift up even a little bit during his stretches, but it always left him eager for the sight one more time. 

Whenever Ranveer replied to his shameless flirting with a sarcastic flirt back, he would feel like a hamster was doing cartwheels in his intestines. (Because what he felt was much lower in the abdomen and much, much less innocent than 'butterflies in the stomach')

But it also hurt. It hurt being around Ranveer knowing he could joke around and flirt back and tease all he wanted but he could never truly like Raghav in the way Raghav wanted. Hell, he didn't even like Raghav in general most of the time. It was the whirlwind of brushing limbs and snarky comments and small smiles that lit a fire in Raghav's heart. If he didn't learn to control the flames, he might burn himself alive very soon. 

He shoved his feet into his shoes, deciding to walk instead of taking his car. It would waste time, but he needed to clear his head. "Thik hai, abhi lata hu. Bye."

The worst of it all was the hope, Raghav realised as he started the walk on the street. What was he even hoping for? Another surprised laugh from Ranveer? Another victorious smile from him as they effortlessly rehearsed the choreography? Or was he hoping for Ranveer to run up to him and tell him he loves him and kiss his stupid face? Was he hoping for love or yearning for an impossibility? 

Curse this damned hope. 

Raghav reached Shabana's Cafe and mindlessly ordered two plates of chicken momos. He was surprised that Ranveer was the one who got late in bringing them. The boy was so punctual, after all. That was one of the things Raghav liked about him. But Raghav liked it when he broke character too; when the carefully crafted discipline slipped away to reveal the raw humanness underneath. 

He didn't want to think about Ranveer anymore, so he looked around the cafe. A bunch of girls, all in different shades of pink, crowding the table by the window caught his attention first. Then a group of four boys on the table beside the counter. They were laughing over something, until the South Indian looking guy accidentally spilled his coffee on the guy wearing a pagg. The Sikh guy cursed him out －in pure Punjabi－ as the waitress tried to be polite while furiously telling them to calm down. The guy sat back down with a guilty expression mirroring the one of the South Indian guy.

Raghav would have laughed, if only he hadn't lost his voice. Because when a face amidst the onlookers of the fiasco caught his eye, the breath left his lungs. 

Ranveer was sitting there, smiling like he had everything he ever wanted. He was chatting with someone －a girl－ and seemed so content in himself that it made Raghav's heart speed up. 

He had this look in his eyes, filled with an easy and casual intimacy that Raghav was so frightened of, that made it impossible to look in his direction anymore. 

Because he wasn't looking at Raghav. 

Because he was looking at someone else. 

Because he was looking at someone who wasn't Raghav and never could be. 

Yet Raghav couldn't tear his eyes away. The girl said something shocking －probably, not that Raghav could hear them－ and Ranveer's features formed into a surprised oh.

Whenever Raghav said anything surprising, he furrowed his brow in suspicion. Raghav liked that, until now. 

He wondered if he would ever get that look of comfort from Ranveer. He wondered if he would ever get over that look of comfort. 

Fuck this. Raghav needed to get a grip. Ranveer was straight. Ranveer liked girls. Ranveer had girls he could sit with at cafes and talk about probably things like the future and marriage and how many fucking kids they wanted to have. 

That might have been immature. She might have just been a friend. Who the fuck knew? Not Raghav certainly. And it was making him insane. 

"Oh bhaiya," a voice called from behind him. He turned to the counter, where the lady had put the momos. With one last look at Ranveer, Raghav took the bag containing the two plastic boxes and bolted through the door. 

The sight of Ranveer smiling at that girl was burned through his eyelids. His eyes stung with the oncoming of tears, the back of his throat tightened and Raghav wanted to scream. 

He wanted to go up to Ranveer and scream that he loved him and that it felt like a thousand needles plunging into his heart when he was mad at him and that he didn't fucking care if it ruined their friendship, he just needed to get the words out. 

But he did, didn't he? He cared too fucking much. 

He bumped into someone. He knew he was fighting off tears. If he spoke, it would come out as a sob. So instead of saying sorry, he righted himself and walked away. 

A hand grabbed his shoulder. The man spat out a filthy slur and jerked him around. 

Raghav swore as he recognized who he bumped into. "What the fuck do you want, Ayush?"

"List bana ke du?" Ayush snarled. 

Raghav's blood was boiling in his veins. He did not have the fucking energy to pretend he didn't care about anything. He took a step towards Ayush and said, "Thik hai. De list. Us sab ke sath mera revenge bhi laake de dunga, okay?"

Ayush grabbed his collar harshly, the joints of his fingers digging into Raghav's throat. "Kis baat ka revenge, saale? Pehle to tune mujhe competition main nahi aane diya. Jab maine dubara try kiya tab bhi tu us Ranveer ke peeche pada tha. Aur abhi mujhe dhakka bhi tune diya."

It was hard to breathe. Raghav refused to gasp for air. He should just… no. He wasn't fucking scared of Ayush. He wasn't eighteen anymore. He pushed Ayush off him. "Apni ladai to usse bohot purani hai, Ayush. You were the one who pushed me into the fountain and outed me in front of the whole courtyard."

"Outed? You mean maine sabko teri sacchai bata di? We both know you're a fucking faggot. Tabhi to us Ranveer ke peeche kutto ki tarah bhaagta rehta hai-"

Raghav should have just walked away. Raghav should have let him talk about his bullshit by himself. But that wasn't what Raghav did.

There was an itch in his fist and teeth he wanted to break. 

• • • 

Ranveer's face was the first thing Raghav saw when he opened his eyes. They were both on his bed, Ranveer was holding his wrist in one hand, and it seemed to Raghav that all his teenage fantasies had come true. 

Then reality crashed in. 

Typical. 

"Who did this to you?" Ranveer's voice was livid. Raghav's wrist hurt like hell at the joint where he had grabbed it. "What were you fucking thinking, Raghav?"

Raghav recalled the things that had happened. He had a fight with Ayush. On the streets. Because… because he was already crying. He was crying because he'd seen Ranveer with a girl. 

"Why do you care?" he said. 

Ranveer looked one millisecond away from slapping him. "Why do I care? Why do I care!? Raghav the competition is in two days."

#dancing on your heartstrings #madhav ke lekh

[fanfiction-writer11]

Lucaya FanFiction

Do not post my work as your own - I do not own Girl Meets World or any characters from the show, this is strictly a fan writing about a ship she likes!

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Writing Prompt posted on Pinterest, Link: https://pin.it/4KNouss

Warning ⚠️: Mention of Death

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"Maya, come home," her mother, Katy, had said only an hour before her whole world shattered.

She's gone. She is really gone.

After Katy broke the news, Maya went to her room and cried until she had no more tears. Now, Maya is slumped against her bed, staring absent mindedly across her room.

She is my Canada, my closest ally, and she... she's gone.

In the mist of her turmoil, she had ignored the insist ringing from her cell phone. This caused a particular cowboy to wonder if she had made it home okay, and wish he would have fought hard to walk her home. The only reason he stopped pushing the issue was because she promised she would message him the minute she got to her apartment. However, it's been over an hour since Maya left the group at Topanga's.

"Have any of y'all heard anything out of Maya since she left?" Everyone shakes their head, "It's been over an hour. I'm am gonna head over to her place to make sure she got there okay." He grabs his cellphone and wallet off the table, "Have fun, y'all."

Who would celebrate every milestone with her?

A knock on the door draws Katy's attention away from the cold cup of coffee in her hands. Katy sits down her coffee as she makes her way to the door. "Who is it?" She calls from the living room.

"It's Lucas, ma'am." As Katy opens the door, Lucas notices the somber look she holds. "Is everything okay, Mrs. Hunter?"

Katy gives a soft smile, inviting him inside, "Maya didn't tell you?"

"No ma'am," Lucas responds, "I haven't spoken to Maya since she left Topanga's. I came over to make sure she made it home okay."

"Oh," Katy realizes, "Maya is in her room. If she feels like talking, she will tell you what happen."

Lucas, confused, says, "yes ma'am. Thank you."

Who will listen to all her stories? Hold all her secrets?

Suddenly, Maya hears a rhythm on her door. *knock, pause, knock, knock, knock, mini pause, knock, knock*

"Lucas," She croaks.

"Yea, Short-stack, it's me," He pauses, "Can I come in?"

"Please." Lucas feels his heart swell when he sees the state she is in. Due to her tear stained face, running mascara, and bloodshot eyes, he knew she had been crying. Lucas walks towards the bed, crouching down to her when he close enough.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Lucas questions. When he doesn't receive a response, he seats down on the floor beside her. "Come here," He says as he opens his arms to hug her. Immediately, Maya leans into him; holding onto him as though he was the only thing keeping her grounded on earth. Lucas wraps his arms securely around her fragile frame as she begins to cry. "Baby..." Lucas trails off, rubbing her back, "can I do anything to help?" Maya shake her head, her breathing becoming labored. "Try to take deep breaths, baby... Like this." Lucas begins to take deep breaths while whispering terms of endearment.

After a while, Maya's breathing evened out and she looks up at Lucas. "She's gone, Luke," Maya mutters.

"Who's gone, baby?"

"Grammy."

"Oh sweetheart... what happen?"

"Heart attack." Maya leans back into Lucas. "It was unexpected."

Lucas starts to rub her back, "I'm so sorry. What can I do?"

"Talk." Maya says, definitely.

"What?"

"I don't care what you talk about, can you just keep talking?"

With a small, sad smile, Lucas pulls Maya close, "Did I ever tell you about the time I gave birth to a horse?"

Maya gives a sad giggle, "no, I don't think so."

#maya hart #maya #lucas #lucas friar #lucaya #laya #fanfiction #girl meets world #Katy hunter #gmw #gmw fanfic #lucaya fanfic #wattpad #writing #they deserved better

[sunflouwersea]

made this Liam illustration in honor of the new Liam interview/podcast where he is very open about some life experiences, especially mental health, and as probably all of us ziams are very happy about, his “break-up” with M. the interview overall was actually depressing to me because hearing Liam saying he isn’t particularly happy doing anything hit me really hard as an artist and cartoonist... and so I’m going to be thinking about that and trying to find things that make me happy, just like Liam 💜 

Love y’all!

#my art #liam payne #payno #laya broke up #finally #here is to the future #idk how art tags work on here #part 2 #sigh #i hope you like this #cute puppy #i want to see liam smile #liam #:)

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

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#no post today #none of this is really happening anyway everyone knows Feb only has 28 days! #today is fake #how can we trust it #Maya posted a pic of Liam's hands after we were told they broke up or were 'taking their relationship off social media' #Niall's out there pretending to be some guy named Storm and talking about San Francisco #a fan who saw Harry at a club claims his security whisked him away to the bathroom where Harry complimented his jawline. imagine! #lol either make an actual attempt at sounding realistic or write something good about a kidnapping #Harry played another secret session and referenced more fic AUs (more than the Wattpad imagine that is-I'd be a florist! he said) #and Niall played on BBC sounds #but unfortunately #no one understands Still how HBWW works #oh dear #heartbreak weather watch #and Liam's sister is having a baby girl #laya #stunts #maya henry #Nicola Payne #29 feb 20 #ps Doris the llama has a new friend an OSTRICH omg. i ship it #plushie GFs 5eva

[northisnotup]

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There is a penumbra fic that I outlined and plotted but will never write - bc i am not interested in re-writing the whole first season, but also i love to see the beats of butterfly wings and what changes?! Anyway, Laya can eat my ass, I love making 'this character is alive' canon divergence and it was s1 but Benten was still alive and the events of s1 were relayed as though Juno was dishing about the events to Benten.

Ben kept his comms on him while he was working for one reason only - his brother was a magnet for trouble, and tried to hide that trouble from Ben whenever he could. 

That being said - when his comms went off early into his shift, he was unpleasantly surprised to see it was ringing as an unknown. 

“Hello,” he chirped, “if this is someone attempting to ransom the private detective known as Juno Steel, you will be sorry to know that we are broke as shit, if this is someone calling for information on a case, you have the wrong number. And if this is someone calling to try and intimate me in the hopes that I will get Juno Steel to stop investigating you, they will never find your body!” 

“Well, hello to you too, Benzaiten. Glad to see Juno isn’t the only one who’s gotten cheerier since last we spoke.” Sasha Wire said dryly. 

Benten felt the smile slip off his face. “What do you want.”

“Classic Steel charm.”

“Oh-kay, I’m hanging up now, talk to you in another fifteen years-” Ben rolled his eyes. 

“Benzaiten if you hang up this call it will be the last thing you do!” Sasha snapped, losing her cool immediately as Ben called her bluff. 

“What do you want, Sasha, I’m at work.”

“What I want is for you to shake some sense into that no-account twin of yours, but since I know better than to ask for that, I’ll settle for demanding to know what happened to my agent!” Sasha said, openly fuming. 

Geez, whatever Juno did must have really gotten under her skin. 

“What?"

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I have like, two more scenes written out if you're interested.

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[punk-lou]

LAYA BROKE UP HA

#wonderful way to start the morning

[insfiringyou]

BTS - Playing House (Suga x Jeong-sun) & (J-Hope x Nana)

Contains: Fluff. Soft smut. Bickering. Double date. Mentions of V x Cassandra.

Set a week after ‘An Overnight Stay’ for Suga and Jeong-sun, and a few months after ‘Home Again’ for J-Hope and Nana. Jeong-sun invites Hoseok and Nana over for dinner, determined to prove herself in the kitchen. 

You can find out more about our headcanon universe and ongoing storyline here and more about our headcanon girlfriends here.

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM   /   Jin /   Suga /   J-Hope   /   Jimin   /   V   /   Jungkook & our full masterlist of fanart and fanfictions can be found here

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PART ONE 

Yoongi looked up from his laptop, the movement from behind the cooker catching his eye as Jeong-sun held out a tupperware container. The mushy food-stuff inside was indiscernible at his distance. 

“Does this look like 12 ounces?” She directed the question at him but glanced at the contents from the corner of her eye with a wary, mistrustful look. Yoongi thought it likely she was baffled by the unfamiliar scent of the blended mixture of exotic vegetables, uncertain as to whether it would make a tasty, or at the very least edible, meal. 

“There are scales in the cupboard.” He easily shrugged, looking back down at the spreadsheet on the screen with a sense of haste. He had been working on the document for most of the afternoon before a spontaneous phone call had called him away. A quick glance at the time in the bottom hand corner alerted him to the fact he only had a few more hours before the final calculations had to be submitted. While the thought had been at the back of his mind for the past few weeks, he had lost track of the deadline; usually accustomed to such matters being dealt with behind the scenes by the various accountants who worked for the company. He knew he was still within the terms of his contract that he and the other members had signed several years before, but the fact he had not produced anything new for BigHit since enlisting played on his mind. It felt right that he should finally take responsibility for his own finances. 

He heard her sigh, along with the heavy sound of a knife being dropped on the chopping board. “I tried them. It only shows Metric units. The recipe’s in Imperial.” She complained, eyeing the illuminated screen on her phone which she had set to the website in question. The various pictures which accompanied the text promised a colourful end result which, frustratingly, bore little resemblance to the mixture resting at the bottom of the saucepan. 

He scoffed, lips twisting. “Who uses Imperial?”

“Whoever wrote the recipe.” She quickly retorted. He could practically sense the eye-roll in her reply and couldn't help distracting himself once more by taking a glance in her direction, looking up just in time to see her dump the contents of the tupperware into the saucepan to join the assortment of vegetables she had peeled and cut earlier in the afternoon.

“It’ll do…” She murmured, making him snicker as he minimised the grids and numbers on screen to open up a web browser, his mind already drawn from the task at hand by another, nagging question. 

Jeong-sun bent beneath the counter to search through the assortment of herbs and spices on the rack below. 

“Liberia…” He said suddenly and she looked up, peering above the table.

“What?” She asked with a frown.

He read out loud. “Liberia uses the Imperial system. And the US.” Scrolling across the webpage, he pressed his fingers tightly to his lips. “Myanmar too...” He finished, satisfied. 

She smirked sarcastically. “That’s good to know.” He watched her dip down once more and continued to read, engrossed in the fact file he had come across. 

“Are there many vegans in Liberia?” Her voice was slightly muffled as she peered deeper into the cupboard, swinging the rotating holder lightly and scanning the peeled labels on the glass containers.

“I’m not sure.” He mumbled. 

The loud, grating sound of jars being rearranged filled the kitchen as she rummaged through the cabinet. “You were on the phone a while…” She called, raising her voice to be heard above the clattering of glass. “Is everything okay?” 

He sensed little more than mild curiosity in her tone, knowing she hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on the long conversation in the hallway shortly before, but unable to help it. He had left the kitchen door open, unaware when he answered the phone that he would be gone so long. “Jungkook called.” He murmured vacantly, eyes narrowing behind his spectacles as he scrolled down the page, reading rapidly. “Taehyung got in touch…”

“How is he?” Jeong-sun popped up her head, a jar of paprika clutched successfully in her hand. 

“Still in service.” Yoongi replied a little detachedly. “He’s going to be a father.” 

His casual, indifferent tone helped mask the meaning of his words and it took a moment for them to take hold and Jeong-sun poured the paprika into the pan for a few moments before she realised what he had said. 

“Oh?” She tried to read Yoongi’s expression from behind the laptop in order to gage his feelings about this piece of news but instead found nothing but his eyes scanning the screen. “Is it -” She paused, wondering how to phrase it delicately. While Yoongi had known the younger man for years, he spoke of his friend’s personal life very little. Regardless of this, a memory flashed through her mind. “The mother...is she the woman from the play?” 

“Cassandra.” He confirmed. 

“With the boobs?”

Their eyes met and he let out a breathy laugh, a smile breaking on his lips. “That’s her.” He nodded. Having not thought of that night in years, her words brought it back to him in perfect detail. The other boys had been distracted by the spectacle on stage as the actress shrugged off her robe but he recalled not being surprised. A part of him expected no less from the woman who had stolen Taehyung’s heart; with her exotic, tragic-stricken name and musical accent. 

“Oh.” Jeong-sun repeated, unsure what to say; not knowing either person enough to form an opinion. “Good for them I guess.” 

Yoongi gazed at her, his expression softening at her casual, awkward shrug. He realised his initial reaction to Jungkook spilling the news had been quite cynical, wondering whether the younger man was ready for it; if it wasn’t an act of carelessness on his part. The fact of the pregnancy being accidental hung in the air as the maknae spoke frantically down the line, along with the recollection told by Hoseok months before that the couple had broken up before Taehyung’s enlistment. 

The whole situation felt like a disaster waiting to happen, and while he hid this belief from Jungkook, he had needed to take a moment after hanging up the phone to collect his thoughts. Looking at Jeong-sun now, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt at having judged the situation too harshly; he didn’t know what kind of parents Taehyung and Cassandra would make, and either way he realised, it was none of his business. He mused for a moment, eyes flicking downwards in a sheepish smile. “Yeah, good for them.” He agreed softly. 

Jeong-sun had already turned to the back wall, reaching for a long, slender plastic bottle set back on the top shelf and, with a huff, stood on her tiptoes to retrieve it, her fingertips skimming the bottle a few times uselessly before she finally caught hold of its slender neck. “Is olive oil vegan?” She blew a stray strand of hair from her face noisily and peered at the green-hued liquid. “The recipe said rapeseed, but I couldn’t find any…”

“I think so.” He muttered, watching her measure a couple of spoonfuls and adding it to the ingredients. Her face was a little flushed and he couldn’t help but chime in. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You sound it…” He quipped.

“I’m sure I can cook a …” Bending over the counter, she squinted at her phone screen. “Vegan Jam...ba...laya…” She read the title slowly, struggling with the syllables. “...With okra and creole seasoning, just fine by myself thank you.” Straightening up, her hands moved to the curves of her hips in a defiant stance. 

“I’m sure you can…I don’t mind helping.” He pressed softly. 

She picked up a wooden spoon to stir the mixture. “I offered to cook for them.” She argued lightly. “I’m just borrowing your apartment. My oven broke.”

“Again?”

She sighed. “The fuse blew. I just haven’t gotten around to replacing the wiring.”

“You should get a switchboard.”

She glanced at him, unimpressed. “You try asking my landlord...How do you turn this ring on…”

“Top right.”

“Thanks…” Twisting the dial, she leaned casually against the countertop, waiting for the electric hob to heat up to temperature. “When did they go vegan?” She asked, a soft expression playing on her features as she watched him read. He seemed preoccupied when he spoke.

“I think it’s a new year’s resolution thing. It was his idea.”

Tapping the cooker lightly, she felt along the ring. “This isn’t working…” 

“Maybe we should go vegan…” He suddenly teased. 

“Fuck off.” She scoffed, matching his smile as he took off his glasses and folded them neatly on the table beside him; both falling into a comfortable silence. Realising he wasn’t going to reply, Jeong-sun busied herself, scooping up the used utensils and placing them on the shelves in the dishwasher. 

Eventually he spoke. “They have the second largest shipping industry in the world…”

“Who?” She spun around, voice curious.

“Liberia.” Leaning forward, he began to recite. “Accounting for eleven percent of ships worldwide.”

Jeong-sun raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you doing your tax returns?”

“I might need you to look them over.” He admitted a little guiltily, eyes following as she plodded over to the cooker.

“That’s optimistic of you.” She said dryly, lips curling. 

“You’re better with money than I am.” He said sincerely, glancing down to once again open the Excel spreadsheet. His eyebrows furrowed as he went back over the numbers, concentration not long fixed before a loud cry broke his trail of thought. 

“Ah! Fuck!”

His stomach churned unpleasantly and he was on his feet before he had time to think. It was immediately obvious what had happened and he reached for her hand carefully, inspecting the burn. “Put it under the cold tap…” He murmured, guiding her easily towards the sink and turning on the faucet. “I meant to tell you the hob heats up quickly…” 

“I just caught the edge..” She protested, sensing the hurt in his voice and twisting her palm to reassure him the damage wasn’t bad. The pink-coloured streak stood out against her otherwise pale skin; the cold stream turning her other digits white as he held her wrist steady. Both fell quiet as they waited for the burn to cool, a shared memory lingering silently between them as they remembered their roles being reversed; her guiding his hand under the tap carefully as a trickle of claret ran between their palms. 

“I guess I’m not so good at this whole ‘playing house’ thing.” She admitted with a sigh, cheeks stained pink as she cast a sly glance towards the offending hob. “I’d make a terrible wife.”

He twisted the faucet, chest aching at her words and he gently released her from his grasp. “I don’t expect you to ‘play house’.” He said quietly.

Their eyes met and she edged closer, touching his forearm delicately as she whispered. “I know you don’t.” Her gaze dropped to her covered feet, self-conscious as she toyed with what she was trying to say. “After it being just us for so long…” She trailed off.

“It’s strange for me too.” He confessed softly, eyes drawn to where her hands met his skin and watching her move along his arms, comforted by his solid presence. 

Worrying he would misunderstand, she backtracked. “Not in a bad way…”

“No.” He agreed. “Just new.” 

She continued to caress him delicately, the pads of her fingers trailing along the grooves and tendons in his wrists. 

“You know he’s going to talk your ear off…” He eventually murmured, casually changing the topic.

“Hoseok?” Her face perked up.

“He really likes you.” Yoongi confessed with a smile, making her grin in reply as he looked down at her hand. “Do you want it wrapping?”

Flipping it over, she shook her head. “It’s not that bad...I’m just wondering if I should quickly go home and get changed.”

“Why?” His eyes flickered briefly over her body, noting the tight, figure-hugging fit of her jeans and the hint of cleavage beneath the frill of her organza shirt. While not particularly dressy, he didn’t see anything wrong with what she was wearing and sensed she was trying to distract herself. “You look fine…” 

Bridging the gap between them, he captured her lips, tilting his head slowly as she sank into the kiss, clearly relieved by his gesture. Although they kissed when she arrived, the space of several hours suddenly felt like an eternity; their separate activities in the kitchen seemed a waste of time when they could have spent it like this; pressed together; their bodies flush and lips entwined. She felt his tongue move against hers and sighed gently into his mouth, feeling breathless as he slid his hands down her hips to the round flesh of her backside which he squeezed beneath his digits, kneading her flesh through the denim before spanking her once, lightly, on the right cheek in a surprising move which made her moan against him, the space between her thighs growing warm and tingly. It wasn’t enough, and she cursed the fact they would have to part soon, their bodies inevitably separating in order to finish the meal she was preparing and, much later, that she would have to return home and go to work. As though sensing her thoughts he slowly pulled away, pecking her in a final, lingering kiss; knowing that their guests would be arriving shortly. 

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather look over my tax returns than cook?” He uttered, mouth soft against her lips.  

She closed her eyes briefly in reply, his offer undeniably tempting but not completely masking the nagging feeling that she should be the one to cook. “I promised…” She protested unconvincingly. 

“I won’t tell.” He whispered, a small grin tugging at his lips. 

With a relieved sigh she gave in, unable to stop herself from drawing him into another sinking kiss. “I love you.”

***

The murmur of voices caught their attention before they even heard the doorbell ring; the owners clearly trying to keep quiet on the front stoop in order not to disturb the neighbours but failing massively. Yoongi looked up from the bubbling saucepan and lowered the heat to simmer as he met Jeong-sun’s gaze with a shared grin. She clicked the send icon on the screen, finishing the final piece of paperwork and closing the laptop with a soft clink. It had been years since she had solved calculations any more complex than her own household bills, and the feeling was strangely satisfying, as well as the knowledge that her admittedly rather dry expertise with numbers was finally coming in useful to someone other than herself. 

“That’ll be them.” He joked, setting down the wooden spoon and joining her side as she led the way to the front door. The scent which filled the apartment could not quite be described as appetizing, but he had followed the recipe closely, only substituting what he could not find in his cupboards with similar ingredients. 

Jeong-sun stepped aside to allow Yoongi to reach for the door handle, and the volume of Hoseok’s greeting made her jump in surprise. 

“Hyung!” The open door shielded the younger man from view, but the sight of her boyfriend being pulled from the hallway into a presumably a tight embrace made her smile. A second later, she lept back once more, letting out a little squeal of shock as a slender, mottled-patterned Greyhound shot through the open doorway, his blue lead trailing uselessly behind as he raced down the hall, towards the empty guest room. 

“Seulgi...no!” 

Jeong-sun heard Nana cry after the dog moments before the tall, angular woman came into view, rushing blindly past Jeong-sun in an effort to recapture the lead which had evidently slipped from her grasp. 

“There he goes…” Hoseok murmured good-humouredly, whistling under his breath and stepping into the hall. He soon noted the woman’s presence. “Hi Jeong-sun!” He grinned, wrapping his arms around her before she had time to process what was happening. 

Yoongi followed the brown and grey shape with just as much confusion as his girlfriend, watching as Nana managed to corner him at the end of the corridor and bent down to pick up his lead, her beaded dress skimming the floor with a jingling sound before she straightened up and slipped it from his neck.

“I hope you don’t mind…” The older woman fussed, breathlessly gesturing to the extra guest as she led the dog back towards the group. Her chest was stained pink above the straight bust of her strappy dress; a long 20s style number in Morrocan blue which came to the tops of her bare ankles. “I should have called before...it just happened at the last minute…”

“Her neighbour was taken to the hospital, and someone needed to look after the dog.” Hoseok explained, a little more eloquently. 

A worried frown played on Nana’s face as she turned to Jeong-sun. “I hope you’re not allergic.”

“It’s fine.” She waved, still getting over her initial startle but realising that the dog had once more disappeared from view. “Where’s he gone…” She murmured a little anxiously. 

Hoseok seemed preoccupied with something perched on the floor outside and returned a moment later clutching a heavy-looking plant pot. “We brought you this.” He held the object at arm’s length while Jeong-sun and Nana looked around nervously. “I hope you like orchids.”

Taking the pot from his hands, Yoongi smirked. “I keep killing them.” He muttered dryly. 

Nana faced the other woman and her spiraled hair bounced energetically against her shoulders. “I think he’s in the bathroom.” 

Jeong-sun sauntered after her as she lept down the hall, murmuring under her breath. “As long as he doesn’t drink the toilet water...” Seeing that Nana had once more secured the Greyhound with its tattered looking leesh, she turned towards the kitchen, a little flustered as she switched off the hob and looked around the space. “Yoongi?” She called. “Do you have a bowl the dog can use…?” 

“Under the sink.” He instructed from the hallway and she bent down, rummaging noisily through the various cleaning products and spare pans before she found a small steel bowl towards the back. 

“Got it!” She shouted, giving it a quick rinse under the tap before filling it with fresh water and placing it carefully by the doorway. The dog sprinted into the room at the sound, sensing refreshment, and quickly lapped at the liquid, followed by Nana who brushed a ringlet flusteredly from her perspiring forehead. She glanced apologetically at the other woman, noticing that she did not seem as keen on animals as herself and Hoseok, but relieved to see she did not appear angry at having an additional visitor. Jeong-sun wandered past to find Yoongi in the hall, unsurprised to see Hoseok conversing with him eagerly by the open doorway as though they had not seen each other in months. 

“Did you finally meet him?” The younger man, seemingly unaware of the woman’s presence spoke in the hushed tones of someone trying to keep a secret but too excited to whisper. Yoongi nodded but his back was turned, obscuring his expression. 

“How was it?” Hoseok asked eagerly, though his grin quickly faded when he spotted Jeong-sun by the kitchen and realised he had been caught out. Yoongi followed his friend’s gaze, meeting her eye across the hall and giving a tiny, knowing smile, telling her all she needed to know. 

PART TWO

“Woo…” Hoseok let out a long breath of air as he reclined back in his hair, chest and stomach puffed out as he stretched. Nana eyed his empty plate as she reluctantly put down her cutlery, too full to finish the hearty helping in front of her. 

Seulgi, who at the start of the meal had been banished into the hall, had somehow found his way back into the room and while his temporary owners had initially protested, was soon forgotten as a third bottle of wine was opened. Yoongi stroked his ears soothingly from under the table, picking at the plate of store-bought ciabattas which accompanied their main course without much appetite and occasionally, when the others weren’t looking, dropping the crusts onto the floor where the dog snatched them up eagerly. 

“That was really good Jeong-sun…” Nana proclaimed as she chewed her final mouthful, making a point of rubbing her stomach. 

Her boyfriend leaned forward, echoing the sentiment. “Really good!” He beamed, an empty plate a sign of sincerity. 

“I really couldn’t eat another bite…” Nana continued, reaching for her glass of red to clear her throat. 

“Not another bite.” Hoseok agreed cheerfully, seeming to forget in his apparent tipsiness that he had already finished his serving. His cheeks were rosy, forehead perspiring a little under the warm kitchen bulb, and he reached for the wine bottle to pour another drink for himself.

Jeong-sun bit the inside of her cheek to stifle a laugh as her eyes moved from the woman to the man beside her, their almost-innocent lack of self-awareness enviable. 

“They’re right...it’s really good Jeong-sun…” Yoongi murmured, his expression straight but eyes swimming playfully. “How long did it take you?” 

A toothy grin crept onto her lips and, with the other pair preoccupied, she reached under the table to slap his wrist lightly, chest filling with warmth as he matched her flirtatious smirk. “Shut up…” She whispered, heart thudding madly as she felt his long, slender fingers wrap around her own; their bodies still for a moment as a shared, static sensation played between them.

“You know, he’s probably going to have to come and live with us…” Hoseok sighed, suddenly breaking the silence. Jeong-sun and Yoongi instinctively moved apart to look across the table, seeing at once the younger man was addressing his girlfriend who appeared about ready to fall asleep. Her curls were dangling a little listlessly across her bare shoulders, the thin, flimsy straps of her dress having slipped from place. 

“Who?” She yawned; the drink having clearly gone to her head. 

“Seulgi.” He replied, matter of factly. Nana glanced beneath tired, droopy eyelids. 

“He’s not our dog…” She feebly protested, unable to help noticing the way the man beside her had sat up energetically as an idea clearly played through his mind. 

“He could be…”

Jeong-sun watched this exchange with a mixture of amusement and awkwardness, the conversation having taken an peculiar turn which looked to be heading into a half-hearted argument. 

“Don’t be silly…” Nana sighed, bending her arms at the below to finger her shoulders, adjusting the straps which she belatedly realised had come askew. 

Hoseok laughed lightly, his cheer not dampened by the mild insult. “Why not?” He asked, clearly not seeing any flaw in his plan. “Your neighbour might not be able to walk when she comes out of the hospital...it’s not the first time she has fallen over...we’d be doing her a favour.”

“Oh Hoseok!” She exclaimed with a loud huff, hands banging on the table. “What a horrible thing to say!”

“I’m just being realistic…” He quibbled. “She’s really old!... And Greyhounds need a lot of exercise…”

Despite their melodramatic tones, Jeong-sun couldn’t help but shift in her chair, looking to Yoongi for guidance on how to react, but surprised to see him sipping his glass casually, unphased by the rising volume of the couple opposite. She realised the spectacle was not new to him and felt a pang of shock when she remembered how long he had been familiar with them and their antics; that while Nana was a near-stranger to her, Yoongi had known her for years during their time apart. The revelation was odd; sitting beside him now, it felt strange that over three years had passed where they had not been in each other’s lives. She found herself reaching for the bottle of red, pouring herself the third glass of the evening.

“And what will you do when you have to go back to work?” Nana challenged, breaking Jeong-sun’s trail of thought. 

“Ohhh…” Hoseok uttered, vocalising his thoughts out loud. “That’s a while yet…”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath Nana…” Yoongi chirped in, not unkindly. 

The older woman looked at him, disappointed in his casual taking of Hoseok’s side. “Do you agree with this Jeong-sun?” She challenged, eyes darting in her direction with an exasperated smile playing on her lips. 

The other woman shrugged, unable to help her lips from curling at the corner. “If you don’t take him...it looks like Yoongi will…” 

Half-way through the dinner she had felt the dog brush her thigh, his tall but slender body almost bumping the underside of the table as he squeezed himself between her and Yoongi, clearly comforted by their presence, before finally settling down and falling into a light sleep. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out which of them he liked the most. 

“See?” Hoseok held out his palm, gesturing to Jeong-sun before turning to his girlfriend. 

Nana sighed slowly, clearly giving up. “We’ll talk about it later…”

A short and relieved silence fell over the room; the first proper moment of calm of the evening, and Yoongi got to his feet, carefully pulling back the chair to allow Seulgi to escape. 

“We’d better get going soon...it’s a school night.” Nana murmured, wiping her eyes and smudging her eyeliner in the process. 

“It’s okay, we’ll be off to bed soon.” Yoongi agreed quietly as he began to collect the plates, piling them neatly in the centre of the table. 

Hoseok and Nana moved back, giving him room as they followed the dog into the hallway; happy to see that even he had grown tired in all the excitement of the evening and had begun to plod along lethargically. 

Hoseok suddenly turned back to the other couple from the doorway, grinning as though he had only just remembered. “We have some big news…”

“Oh?” Yoongi’s interested, but calm tone told Jeong-sun that whatever the other man was about to reveal, it probably wasn’t as earth shattering as the description implied. 

Nana nodded from beside him as she reached down to slip the loosely fitted leash around the dog’s long, slender neck. “We’re moving in together.” She said, her matching smile signalling the argument from before was already forgotten. 

“When?” 

“At the end of the school year...once Nana had sorted her belongings…”

“I need to figure out what I might need to keep...for the year group coming up.” She explained gingerly, already thinking of the mammoth task it would be to sort the trash from the treasure and knowing she would be unable to let go of as much as she should. 

“That’s great.” Jeong-sun joined them as they headed towards the front door, bringing her palm to her mouth to stifle a long, drawn-out yawn. 

“It looks like you’re ready for bed too!” Hoseok smiled, hand skimming Seulgi’s fur fondly as the group clustered at the end of the hall. 

“Long day…” She murmured in reply. 

“I’ll bet!” He waved goodbye as they spilled into the night, the cold evening air filtering through the doorway and into the apartment. 

“Thanks again for the meal Jeong-sun.” Nana smiled. 

“It was better than a restaurant!” Hoseok retorted as they took off down the street, clearly meaning to cut across the park in order to get home. The dog, rejuvenated at the prospect of an extra walk, bounded happily in front of them. The trio seemed perfectly matched; their long, spindly limbs breaking ground quickly as they disappeared around a corner. 

Yoongi closed the door behind himself and turned to face Jeong-sun who was rubbing her hands quickly together to warm against the draft which had crept in. Her cheeks were rosy beneath a light layer of foundation, eyes gleaming with mirth as she leaned casually against the wall and tucked her hands behind her back.

“They really liked your cooking…” She simpered, enjoying the silence which followed and the comfortable tension which rested in the air as he attached the safety chain, his movements slow and deliberate as it rattled into place. When he looked back, she was already walking into the living room, ignoring the mess on the dining table in favour of heading towards the couch in the far corner. He followed wordlessly, watching her slump heavily against the cushions to lay outstretched across the length. He stayed where he was at the foot of the chair, waiting for her to speak; to tell him what she wanted. While it had been nice to have guests, he suspected that like him, she had been waiting for them to leave. The memory of the heated kiss shared in the kitchen burned in his mind throughout the meal, leaving him restless and fervent. 

“Take them off…” She murmured, not needing to elaborate as he inched forward and reached for the waist of her tightly fitted jeans. The buckle unclasped easily, dragging her hips upwards as he clutched the fabric and worked them down her legs. She was utterly still, limbs heavier than usual in her drained state, but he handled her body with ease, slipping the jeans across her knees and around her feet as she watched him carefully. Discarding them on the floor, he moved his right hand to the fleshy part of her lower calf which he rubbed tenderly, admiring her body below him as she rested her socked feet against the armrest to allow better access to her soft flesh. “These too…” She lightly fingered the burgundy trim of her panties, running along the tight band which rested across her pelvic bone, before they too were moved away, digging his knuckles gently into her flesh as he hooked them beneath the elastic, drawing them down. Under other circumstances she might have felt a moment of coyness as she was exposed, his standing position allowing full view of her lower body, but instead found herself unable to pull her eyes from him; the look on his face as his dark eyes shifted across her said it all, and she parted her mouth weakly. 

“I’m too tired to fuck…” She admitted breathlessly, feeling regretful. 

A shy grin crept onto his lips and he inched forward, smoothing his palm along her bare thigh and up her torso as he nestled between her thighs which she gladly parted for him, covering her body with his own. “Me too…” He smiled easily; breath warm and gentle against her skin before kissing her with open lips. She met his mouth zealously as he ran his fingertips through her hair, brushing her cheek softly before pulling away. Her lips were parted; full and red, and she took his hand in hers, slipping it slowly between her thighs. 

He was still for a moment but her expression encouraged him, and he stroked through her folds with two digits, brushing his moist fingertips over her swelling clitoris. She moaned softly, guiding for a moment before allowing him to take over, his thumb running over the coarse curls of her pubic hair as he slowly caressed her, trapping the hooded skin above her clit gently between two fingers and teasing her sensually while he watched her expression tenderly. She closed her eyes, moistening her dried lips with her tongue, and his heart thudded in response. Moving closer, he trailed his lips along her cheeks and nose, welcoming her warm, shallow breath against him. 

“Does this feel good?” He whispered against the corner of her mouth, listening to her sigh in response.

“Yes…” He felt her eyes open against him and he pulled away to look at her. “I love you…” She murmured, voice cracking. 

His mouth trembled in reply, only stilling when she arched her back to kiss it closed as she welcomed the weight of his body; embracing him, pulling him closer. He touched his cool cheek to hers, eventually slowing against her when he sensed from her quieting moans that she was too tired to reach her high. 

Reaching around his back, her fingertips splayed across his covered shoulder blades, holding him soothingly. He felt her lips against his temple and knew she was wanting to speak; to let go of the tension she had been holding onto all evening since he had roamed his hands across her body in the kitchen, prior to Hoseok’s arrival. Stoking a damp strand of hair away from her forehead, he moved onto his side to rest against the back-cushions of the sofa.

“What is it?” He whispered, meeting her gaze; smoothing her cheekbone tenderly with his thumb. 

She was silent for a long time; her chest feeling as though it might burst as he waited patiently, appreciating her features; how beautiful she was.

“I could be with you forever, and it wouldn’t be long enough…” She murmured, eyebrows furrowed as the words took hold, affecting them both. He felt her confession in every limb; his heart seeming to simultaneously swell and sink as he realised that he too felt that way. 

He blinked, eyes stinging as his mouth opened silently, trying to find the right words but failing. Instead, he nodded, fingertips quivering against her cheek. He thought she might be able to feel his heartbeat in them. 

“I know…”

Jeong-sun was silent, unable to talk; there was nothing stronger she could answer in reply. Instead, she reached for his hand, taking it gently in hers and placing it flat against her chest, under the trim of her shirt to rest between her breasts. She closed her eyes slowly and nestled into him, palm trapped between their bodies and pressing into his own. Finally, her heartbeat slowed against his digits as she drifted into sleep, her light snores comforting against his collar. He watched her for a while, knowing he would awake aching in the morning from having foregone the softness of his bed but not giving it a second thought. As he pressed his lips gently to her hair, wrapping one arm gently around her, he was careful not to disturb her slumber. 

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[yaz-the-spaz]

Oh yay, another 'one of the boys is a cheater!' narrative. Gotta convince everyone. 'oh hey, he's cheating on his gf with another girl, he just can't get enough of girls!' and the current GF will just forgive him no issues. It's just Sophia all over again. Liam deserves better.

exactly nonnie, took the words right outta my mouth

also, update for any of those still curious about this whole sitch/development - still not enough to confirm anything concrete yet per se, but…

basically long story short some ig pics got posted today of a quite drunk and/or high-looking liam with his leg draped over some girl at a party from back during paris fashion week (aka sometime b/t end of february & early march) that then got picked up and reposted by some UA’s [btw original posters of the pics so far seem to be 1) a guy who seems to be a professional photog for models or something like that, and 2) another girl who is possibly a model, both of whom it looks like were in the leg drape pic with liam; and the girl who liam had his leg draped over is also very likely a model]…anyway the fact that all this went down in late february but is - quite randomly - only being posted now makes it seem like someone’s very possibly gearing up to release a scandal story which honestly wouldn’t be super surprising for again two reasons 1) we know they love to tie in liam’s music promo with any kind of drama or bs involving girls/potential beards, and 2) the timing of it fits in a little too well with when the laya break-up rumors first surfaced, and with when him and m’s contract would have been officially up if it was really was for 6 months like some in the fandom suspect. afaik he also hasn’t been publicly “seen” with her since feb, but if there is a “story” that breaks, my gut feeling is that it’ll go something like: 

headline: well guess what? looks like those break up rumors were true after all! but wait, there’s a twist to this story you definitely didn’t see coming! click for the deets on liam and maya’s wild break-up story!

the strip that down crooner and the 19-year-old model, who started dating in [insert bs date here] had us all swooning with their adorable bathroom and couch selfies and cutesy christmas gifts, but all’s not what it seems in paradise! [insert an unnecessarily long and in depth re-cap of their entire “relationship history” here, complete with a compilation of all their “couples selfies,” event photos, and social media posts mentioning each other…] reportedly liam and maya were trying to work things out and put on a brave face for the public, but this break-up’s not as clean as it seems folks! behind the careful facade of these photos hides the real story of the rocky end to their relationship. sources tell us maya caught liam cheating with another model back in february and, though angry, wanted to try to still work things out with him but just couldn’t crack it. [insert long diatribe here about all the ways she tried so hard to make it work with him that he just wasn’t willing to commit to…] sadly, the pair officially split in march but, with all the fan-fair and added stress of the pandemic, opted to keep it quiet. news only broke when fans noticed old pictures being posted from paris fashion week featuring liam getting quite cozy with another model. naturally, the photos sparked outrage, but surely not as much as maya herself must have felt. our hearts go out to dear maya for the heartbreak she’s had to endure at the hands of the lascivious former boybander, but in the meanwhile it’s time to say sayonara to yet another beautiful budding hollywood lovestory that ended too soon. rip true love 💔

#asks #anons #liam #laya #wtf #stunts #paris fashion week #i literally write this shit for them #@god why can't i get paid for this

[ask-funnel-cake-cookie]

I agree with Jambalaya, your termination was a pretty stupid decision-

Jambalaya finally shuts his yap and sits himself back down on his desk, still figuratively and literally fuming. Fireball snorts and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Ye done?"

Jambalaya nods, still pissed.

"Jesus." Fireball rolls his eyes, unable to stop smiling. "Ah was just as mad as ye were about it. They told me Ah couldn't save everyone and that really set me off. Ah broke my boss' desk by accident and when Ah finally left, Ah ripped off my badge and threw it at them, meaning that they were holding a hot hunk of metal in their hands."

Both of them snicker, proud, but Fireball grows somber again.

"'Laya, can Ah ask ye somethin'?"

"'Course ya can, cuz."

Fireball looks up slowly, eyes shiny with tears yet to fall as his voice breaks.

"Ye thought Ah died in that fire, didn't ye?"

Jambalaya is silent for a good second or two, eyes welling up with tears himself.

"Yes. Yes, Ah did. There was no record of you anywhere. No coverage, no newspapers, no news, nothing. Ya just... disappeared. Ah didn't wanna believe ya died, seein' as how nobody knew where ye were. There were too many holes fer anybody to truthfully believe y'all were dead and gone, but...grief makes ya believe things ya never would normally."

Guilt washes over Fireball like a tsunami and he has to take off his glasses as he takes a shaky deep breath.

"Ah did that." At Jambalayas silence, he forces himself to continue. "Ah was the reason there was no coverage about the incident, though it doesn't make complete sense that cookies made up a rumor that Ah died. Ah burned newspapers, Ah hid from news reporters, Ah avoided all of it, more so after Ah was fired. Ah didn't want anyone to find out Ah was relieved and start riots or for someone, especially Nesquik, to believe it was their fault. But regardless, Ah-Ah still wanted to help people, protect people, show my boss that that Ah could save everyone."

Fireball holds his hat in his hands and thumbs at the brim.

"Ah became Detective Fireball, the fastest vigilante alive. Someone who could save everyone. Ah didn't even think about it! Ah didn't think about the people Ah was leavin' in the dark! How my disappearance would have effected people! Ah-Ah was just-Ah was just--"

The dam breaks and Fireball buries his face in his hat.

"AH WAS JUST SO DAMN ANGRY!"

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak oc #cookie run oc #detective fireball #jambalaya cookie #asks #The Reunion

[btshogwartsfics]

Detention Song | 01

Summary: Everyone is always so quick to judge you, but after five years you’ve long since gotten used to it. Cue an angelic Gryffindor who’s way too cute for his own good and maybe things will start to change. So long as you don’t get in over your head, what’s the harm in making a new friend?

Pairing: Jimin x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word Count: 10.7k

Chapter: 1| 2

Tag: @peachymilkis​

A/N: So here is the first chapter of the long awaited Jimin fic! I’m a horrible procrastinator with a tiny attention span so I’m very sorry for the slight wait! Now originally, this whole fic was just supposed to be in two parts, but I found out pretty quickly that doing it that way would not work. So, if everything goes to plan, there should be about eight, maybe nine chapters total, all around this length. I haven’t written the whole thing yet, I just barely got this finished, so I don’t know how long the wait for the rest of the chapters will be. Also, something to note, I tried hard to break the house stereotypes with this OC. More on that character to come. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my first big project! Let me know what you think, my inbox is always open!

*WARNING: Terribly boring relationship building and somehwat (?) of a slow burn! You have been warned*

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The air around you was cold as it nipped at your cheeks and bare fingers. October has just arrived to Hogwarts and along with it a natural chill. You shiver, huddling further into your coat as you make your way to the courtyard. Your eyes scan the area until they fall on one boy.

Kane Glore, your roommate's ex-boyfriend. The couple had just split the other day and she was absolutely heartbroken. She was too upset to even tell you the reason they had parted, the only thing coming from her mouth were sobs in broken fragments. You were going to talk to him yourself, you really were, but then you heard some questionable things from your friends in all houses. Rumor mill has it he cheated on her during the summer and that he just couldn’t be bothered with her anymore.

You couldn’t quite believe it to be honest. Throughout their entire relationship, Kane had been a respectful and affectionate boyfriend. The impression he had given you was the exact opposite of a cheater. However, you’ve been through your share of relationships and you’ve learned that it’s always the ones you least expect to hurt you that do the most damage.

So, keeping this in mind, you hid behind the large tree on the far left side of the courtyard, thankful that not many people were here today. Kane sat by the fountain in the very middle of the courtyard, talking amicably to three of his friends.

You readied your wand, the tip pointing directly at Kane, but a quiet voice in the back of your head stopped you from doing anything. The rumors could be false, they said, maybe he really didn’t do anything.

You shook your head, casting the doubtful thoughts aside. Whether or not the rumors are true, he still hurt your friend. She’s still sniffling about it and she can’t even meet his eyes these days. Whatever he did, it warrants a consequence. Embarrassment should be punishment enough.

Adjusting your wand, you trained your eyes on your target, excitement building up inside you. Making sure no one could see you, you said, “Cantis.”

Kane stopped mid-laugh as he screamed a high note. Immediately your hand flew to stifle your laugh as he broke out into song, all the while a look of pure confusion spread across his features. You couldn’t help yourself as you giggled, watching as his friends frowned up at him.

“Tarantallegra.” You whispered, tiny sparks spouting from your wand.

In the middle of his song, Kane stood up straight, his arms and legs flailing wildly in an unknown dance. His long limbs took him across the courtyard in large strides as laughter could be heard from everyone present. Even his friends let out a snicker or two as they waited for him to stop.

Gasping for breaths between your laughs, you steady your wand for your final spell. “Melofors.”

You watched in amusement as a pumpkin encases Kane’s entire head. The boy in question lets out a surprised scream, eliciting laughs from his fellow students. Your friend’s ex stumbles around the courtyard blindly, his singing now muffled by the big orange fruit on his head, and his legs still trying to keep up with their dance.

Having climbed up the tree, you sit on a large branch, coming out of your hiding place. Your laughter grows as Kane continues to flail around, now sounding more like a loud cackle. The courtyard is filled with laughter, even after Kane tumbles to the ground in a singing mess of limbs. Your laughing so hard your stomach begins to hurt when you hear-

“Finite Incantatem!” 

Kane stopped singing and a hush fell over everyone. The laughter quiets as students stare at Professor McGonagall, fuming with anger. The Professor helps pull Kane to his feet as she casts a look around the courtyard. “Who did this to Mister Glore?”

Looks are thrown around the courtyard as people search for a guilty expression among them. Sensing unwanted problems, you quickly and silently climb down from your branch, trying your hardest to slip past unnoticed. You were able to make it about seven steps out before your name was called.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Your steps halted and your shoulders slumped in disappointment. Damn.

You turned around, a fake smile plastered on your face. You waved a hand. “Hey, Professor. How are you?”

She frowned in the way that only she does, her eyes knowing. Crossing her arms over her chest, she heaves a sigh. “I assume you are responsible for this fiasco with Mister Glore.”

You feigned offense, a hand flying to your chest. “What? Me?” You asked, eyes wide and shocked. “Where is the trust?” McGonagall arched an eyebrow, frown prominent on her face. She stood, unamused, and with a huff, you nodded your head.

“I wish I could say this was the first time you’ve done something like this, but sadly it is not.” McGonagall shook her head, disappointed and ran a hand down her face. “Miss Y/L/N, you will take Mister Glore to the hospital wing and then join me after school for detention every day for the next month.”

“What!” You exclaimed, more of a protest than an actual question. “But Professor, I-”

“Y/N dear, I appreciate your spirit but not when it comes to the expense of other students. You know that magic outside the classrooms and Great Hall is prohibited and chose to disobey our rules; continuously. I’m afraid I have no other choice.”

For a moment you just splutter, your mouth hanging open and your brain whirling, searching for ways to avoid this punishment. But unfortunately, seeing no possible way out of this, you allow your mouth to fall shut and you nod lamely. With much reluctance, you walk mutely over to Kane, your brain reeling with the thought of having detention with McGonagall for a month.

But as you try to explain to Madam Pomfrey why exactly you had attacked your fellow student, you decided that really, it was so worth it. 

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Your spirits hung heavy as you packed away the rest of your things from Divination. A frown was tugging down the edge of your lips as you made your way to McGonagall’s for your first day of detention.

“Hey. Y/N! Wait up!” You heard your roommate, Laya, call from behind you. You slowed down for her to catch up to you. “You off to McGonagall’s?” she asked as she fell into step beside you.

Nodding your head, you tried hard not to think about what McGonagall would make you do today. Would she make you sit alone in a room for a whole hour (or more) or would she give you tasks to do while she grades papers? You sincerely hope she doesn’t decide to get too creative with your punishment, you’re going to be there for a whole month after all.

Laya pouts to herself, her eyes turning sad as she gives you a pitiful look. Bottom lip trapped between her teeth, she reaches an arm out to stop you. You turn to look at her, your brow knitted in confusion. She continues to chew on her lip, seemingly torn as she tries for words.

“You know, I really appreciate what you did for me, Y/N.” Laya settles, giving a smile as she takes her arm back from your shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that, but I’m really happy that you did.”

Your frown disappears as she says this, offering her a small smile back. You shrug, starting back on your way to detention. “It’s no problem, Lay. Was there ever any doubt that I would?” You joke as she laughs, apparently deciding to walk you to the Transfiguration classroom.

“No, definitely not.” The Hufflepuff conceded, nodding to herself. She smirked, a faint blush painting her cheeks in embarrassment. “You always stick up for me.”

The mention of this has you grinning for real this time. With Laya being as sweet and shy as she is, it’s safe to say this definitely isn’t the first time you’ve broken some rules on her behalf. But really, it isn’t your fault. You try to settle things the right way, but not many people seem to care about doing the same.

“And I always will.”

Laya perks up, beaming from ear to ear. By this time though, you’re just a hall away from McGonagall’s room, so instead of responding back just as sweetly, like she usually would, she settles for giving you a hug before she departs.

You watch her go, feeling lucky to have such a kind a friend as her. You tell yourself that you’re glad you have someone worth getting detention for.

You turn around, no longer dreading detention. You’re only going to be there for an hour, maybe two max. What’s the worst that can happen? With this in mind, you cross the last hall to get to McGonagall’s. However, as you near her door, you hear an unfamiliar voice.

The voice seems to be male, you deduct as you listen more intently. The person in McGonagall’s room appears to be singing and doing a rather good job at it, too. It’s a song you’ve never heard before, you think as you take in the gentle lyrics, sung by an even gentler voice.

You smile to yourself, already growing quite fond of the song, and whoever is singing it. Feeling a smirk form on your face, you walk up to the door and knock, startling the unknown boy from his private concert.

When he turns to face you, a wild expression on his face, you’ll admit you’re a bit surprised. Not by his fluffy blonde hair, wide chocolate eyes, or his plump pink lips. No, you’re more surprised by the name attached to the face.

“Park Jimin?” You ask, though clearly you know who he is. With all his popularity, you’d have to have been living under a rock not to. “What are you doing here?”

The Gryffindor blinks, processing your question slowly. His cheeks tint slightly pink and he rubs the back of his neck shyly. “Um, I’m here for detention.” He mumbles, so low you had to strain to hear him.

Your frown returns upon hearing his admission. You may not be any more than acquaintances with Jimin, but everybody and their mother knows that Jimin and detention are just things that don’t belong in the same sentence. Being a Gryffindor, you’ve heard your fair share of stories about him, but he somehow always ends up wriggling himself out of detention, the teachers never quite having the heart to punish him so harshly. So why now? What on earth could he have done this time to warrant such a punishment from his head of house of all people?

You’re about to ask just this when he beats you to the punch.

“So I take it the rumors I heard at lunch today are true, then.” He grins, all hint of bashfulness gone from his features. “You used magic on another student in the courtyard this morning?”

You blink, your thoughts about asking him about his detention fleeing from your mind at a rapid speed. Instead, you feel a smirk growing on your face as his words catch up to you.

“Wow, Park Jimin, were you talking about me?”

“What? No! Well, I mean the gossip was getting around to everyone, I just heard it from my friend Jung-”

You burst out into laughter as he fumbles to explain himself. You throw your head back as you laugh and Jimin joins you this time. His eyes disappear as he laughs, forming a sort of crescent moon and he shows off a set of perfect pearly white teeth.

No wonder he’s so popular, you think, he looks like he belongs on the walls of a damn art museum.

“What did they do to deserve such cruel treatment?” He prompted, steadying his breaths after all that laughing.

You shrug, leaning against the door frame that you still stood in. “Pretty sure he cheated on my best friend.” You divulged, to which he chuckled.

“Pretty sure? Didn’t bother asking to make sure?”

“Okay well, he still really hurt my friend, regardless of what he did or didn’t do!” You defended, a grin lifting your lips ever so slightly as you watch Jimin, cracking up at the sight of you getting all riled up.

Jimin nodded, a smirk that mirrored yours from minutes ago playing on his lips. “Mmhmm.”

“I’m serious!” You laughed, punching playfully at his shoulder, eliciting another chuckle from him. “I’m not the bad guy here.”

“I never said you were.” He pointed out with a smile; one that was warm and playful and made the thought of spending an entire hour in detention not so bad anymore.

“Besides,” he shrugs, making a show of looking around and leaning in close. “I’m not his biggest fan, anyway.”

Your arched your brow at this, intrigue prickling at your mind. “Really? And why not?”

Again Jimin looks around as if to make sure no one would be able to hear what he’s about to disclose. He whispers, “He always cheats off of me in Divination and- stop laughing this is a real problem! He’s getting all the credit for my work and I’m sick of it!”

Your hand flew to your side in your fit of laughter, the sound bouncing off the walls as Jimin waited for you to respond to his faux displeasure. “You tell him, Jimin.” You encouraged, causing Jimin to shake his head and puff out his chest.

“You know what, I will.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He shook his head, the smile on his face seems to be temporarily stuck there. “I may be a Gryffindor, and even though breaking the rules appears to be our thing, but you seem to forget that we’re here for detention-”

“That you are, Mister Park.” Another voice replied from behind you, provoking you to turn your head to address the newcomer.

McGonagall glanced down at you before she walked past you to her desk. You and Jimin stayed quiet while she laid out her things. Their professor ignored you both as she went about organizing some papers on her desk before she turned back to confront you.

“I apologize for being late this afternoon, I was meeting with Professor Sprout about your detention, Miss Y/L/N,” McGonagall explained, causing you to offer her a little guilty smile. “And Mister Park, I’ve already told the Gryffindor Quidditch team that you will be late for practice this evening.”

You remained silent as she talked, your head cast down and your eyes struggling to stay in one place. You’ve never been one for regret, but you always feel like a scolded puppy under McGonagall’s condescending glare. She just has that sort of effect on people, you suppose.

“Now while I’m glad you two are getting along since you will be spending a lot of time together, this is not some sort of detention party- it is a punishment for strictly disregarding the school’s rules…”

You zoned out here, thoughts whirling around in your head. Does she mean to say that Jimin will be in detention with you for the whole month? Did he manage to land himself detention for a month as well? Was whatever he did that bad? You can’t even imagine the sweet, albeit admittedly cheeky, boy beside you doing something so drastic.

“... so as for today, the two of you will be cleaning the trophy room. Top to bottom.” McGonagall’s voice came back, dragging you away from your queries.

Sharing a look with Jimin, the two of you nodded your heads mutely, muttering a synchronized “Yes, Professor.”

“Good, now, unfortunately, I won’t be able to join you because I have much work to do. So I am trusting you both to get the job done.” You recall, eyes shifting over to you in a knowing manner. She’s about to let the two of you go before she seems to remember something and holds out both her hands. “And I would like your wands, please.”

“What?” You wondered aloud, eyes straying to her outstretched palms dubiously.

“You will clean the trophy room without magic, Miss Y/L/N.” She answered, her hands still open and empty.

Your professor gestured to her hands again and you and Jimin heaved heavy sighs, giving up the argument before it could even start. You know a lost cause when you see one.

Reaching into your pocket, you hand over your wand, which joins Jimin’s on McGonagall’s desk. She takes a seat and gestures for you two to get going.

Preparing yourself for a long hour of cleaning trophy cases, you and Jimin drag your feet to the staircase. 

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You swear someone had it out for you.

Maybe it was Kane, being so loud and causing such a ruckus that he attracted the attention of teachers and got you caught. Or perhaps it was McGonagall, with her eyes like a hawk and her knack for handing out punishments. Truly though, in your heart of hearts, you think it’s the universe or the fates that have a bone to pick with you.

All that you know for sure is that you’ve never been this bored in your entire life and you’re only a quarter into your first day of detention.

Walking over to the next set of trophy cases, you wonder what the Head Boy from ‘47 would think if he knew that his case has collected more dust than your grandmother’s old wardrobe. You can hear Jimin wandering around on the opposite side of the room per your suggestion that the two of you split the work.

You can practically feel your brain cells diminishing from lack of stimulation and you decide that if you don’t want to end up with an IQ of negative two, you need to find something interesting to talk about.

“So, Jimin?” You say, addressing the only other person in the room for some sort of distraction. He hums a reply, letting you know that he’s listening as you work a little bit closer to where he’s currently cleaning the quidditch cups. “Are you ever going to tell me how you ended up with detention for a whole month?”

You can almost sense his embarrassment more than you can see it. “Oh, um, nothing too bad or anything. Really it’s not as interesting as you think.”

“How do you know what I think?” You mock, curious as to why he keeps putting it off. “Park Jimin, you are so cryptic, I swear. What could you possibly have done to finally, after five years of constantly managing to wriggle your way out of it, earn yourself a whole month’s detention?”

The blonde ceased his cleaning and looked over to you from across a rather rusted house cup. You could see the exasperation clear as day on his face, but you also didn’t miss the sliver of amusement he wasn’t quite able to hide.

“You’re not going to give this up, are you?” He inquired, though it was obvious he knew the answer before he even asked.

You shook your head gently, a smirk painting your lips and eyes filled with mirth. You leaned over the flat case, your head resting in your palm. You wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully as you waited for him to reveal his secret.

Jimin chuckled at your antics, but carefully set down his duster nonetheless. Facing you, he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly turning shy. “Well, long story short I- uh, snuck into the Ravenclaw common room and I-”

“You snuck into the Ravenclaw common room? Really?” You grinned, eager to hear how he’d accomplished such. You could feel your boredom slowly fading away like dust in the wind. Finally, you have something to talk about.

Sensing your excitement, Jimin nodded, his smiling expression growing to match yours. Questions popped up in your mind like mushrooms, one after another. Both your dusters lay forgotten on the ground, neither of you paying them any attention as you revel in this new bit of information.

“How did you even get in?” You asked, not bothering to hide the intrigue and astonishment that laced your tone. “Aren’t you supposed to answer some riddle to even get inside? Not to mention the fact that the Ravenclaw portrait would never let in a Gryffindor, anyway.”

“Well, I borrowed some robes from a friend of mine and it wasn’t too hard after that.” He shrugged, acting as if it were no big deal. However, to you, this was news. You would have thought it would be harder to sneak into the Ravenclaw common room, but you suppose not everything in Hogwarts is foolproof.

At this point, you were buzzing with interest and you couldn't stop yourself from asking question after question, your mouth running to catch up with your brain. Jimin laughed at your eagerness, answering each and everyone with a smile and a laugh.

“But seriously,” You exclaim, as you pick your duster back up to clean a house cup from ‘02. “Why did you even sneak in in the first place?”

For a second he didn’t answer, seemingly very interested in his discarded duster. He picked at it for another few seconds, almost in thought, before returned with a reply. “My uh- my friend Tae stole one of my textbooks that I left my homework in and he refused to give it back. So…”

“So you decided to break into his dorm and get it back.”

“Hey, don’t judge me! A guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do!”

“Who said I was judging?” You held your hands up in mock surrender, throwing Jimin a playful wink and causing him to laugh. “I was just wondering why he thought to steal your textbook in the first place.”

“If I’m being honest, I don’t know why Tae does half the things he does.” He rolled his eyes, but you still caught the faint hint of fondness in them before he went back to dusting.

“Sounds like a pretty cool guy to me.” You reply with a smirk, glancing back behind you to catch Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Of course you would say that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You countered, turning to face him, a single hand on your hip.

Jimin’s eyes went wide as he took in your expression. His hands came up in the universal surrender gesture. He shook his head fervently, spouting a series of no’s. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way, I swear.”

You cocked your head to the side, taking in his worried demeanor. “Then what did you mean?”

“Just that I think you and Tae would get along.” He confessed, chocolate eyes searching yours for signs that you believed him. “Us Gryffindors are supposed to be the troublemakers, but sometimes I think you two might do a better job.”

“How so?”

Jimin looked close to pulling his hair out as he picked his words carefully. “I don’t know. I mean, word gets around and from what I’ve heard you seem pretty… rebellious for a Hufflepuff.”

You nod at this, letting his words sink in. You weren’t mad, really you weren’t. It’s not like you’ve never heard that before because you have. Many times actually people have commented on how different you seem. It’s as if there is always something wrong with who you are. People say you’re too bold or too wild to be a Hufflepuff and only a few truly agree with the house which you reside in.

Still, that doesn’t matter much to you anymore. Maybe it did once, but you’re long past caring about what people think of you. You actually think you’ve gotten used to always being talked about.

Looking at Jimin now though, you wonder if he would understand. He is one of the most popular kids in Hogwarts, let alone your year. You can only imagine the standards people put on him, being Gryffindor’s star Quidditch player, fifth-year prefect, and one of the lead singers in Muggle Choir. It suddenly hits you that as quickly as you two hit it off, you really don’t know him.

“Y/N?” The soft voice pulled you from your thoughts, shaking them out of your head. You glance up to see Jimin eyeing you with a look of concern, his perfect brows knitted together in worry. You hadn’t even realized you spaced out. “I didn’t offend you, did I?”

You shook your head quickly, which visibly eased some of the tension in his back. He grinned, his eyes doing that crescent thing again and making you return one back. “Don’t worry, I’m made of stronger stuff than that.”

“That’s good.” Jimin agreed. “I’d hate to offend one of the most interesting people at Hogwarts.”

You barked out a laugh as you scrubbed hard enough to see your reflection in the trophy case. “Wow, what a charmer we have here.” This made Jimin scoff, but you swore you heard some sort of laugh follow it.

You waited a while before you said anything else, but you couldn’t help yourself from telling him, “Hey, Jimin?”

“Yeah?” He replied as he busied himself with the rest of the Quidditch cups.

“You’re pretty interesting, too.”

Unfortunately, you didn’t happen to see him struggle to hide his smile behind his hand as he continued on with his cleaning. Though to be fair, he didn’t hear you as walked back to your dorm that afternoon by yourself, humming along to a song you don’t know. 

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The Great Hall was buzzing with energy as students milled around, trying to get in some breakfast before their morning classes. A loud chatter was cast over the Hall, conversations flowing between friends as they usually did during meals. Meanwhile, you tasked yourself with making sure Laya didn’t fall asleep in her cereal.

“Hey! Wake up!” You scolded her for the third time that morning. Your roommate blinked furiously and rested her cheek against her palm, trying hard not to fall back asleep.

Laya frowned as she stared at you. She pouted in confusion as she let her eyes fall back closed. “I don’t understand how you’re not tired. We both stayed up doing that Herbology homework.” The raven-haired girl whined, catching herself before her head hit the table. “Why aren’t you exhausted?”

“I told you,” You rolled your eyes. “I went to bed before you did because I couldn’t find my Potions textbook.”

The Hufflepuff continued to pout as she pushed her cereal away in favor of the blueberry muffin that wouldn’t get milk in her hair. “Where’d you even lose that, anyway? Didn’t you have it in class yesterday?”

“I don’t know. The last time I remember having it was in class. Maybe I left it there.” You supplied between a mouthful of toast.

You heard a snicker from the person to your left and you turned around to see who had laughed at you. Your suspicion left once you saw that it was only your friend, Hoseok (who is extremely hard to miss with that bright red hair), knowing full well that that boy is sweeter than actual sugar.

“Something funny, Hoseok?”

Hoseok bit back into his apple as he answered, his eyebrows wagging playfully. “Oh nothing, it’s just the fact that you lose practically everything and just your luck, the homework that you left in it is due in fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t remind me.” You slumped, your mind trying to figure a way out of having to go to class empty-handed.

As you thought about how upset Professor Slughorn would be if you came to class without your finished assignment, you heard a voice call your name from across the hall. A familiar voice.

“Jimin?” You called as you met the already familiar set of brown eyes. The boy in question smiled as he neared you, slowing his light jog down to a quick walk. You could practically feel multiple sets of eyes on you and so you decided to get up and meet him halfway so that no unwanted eavesdroppers are given the chance to intrude on your (probably harmless) impending conversation.

“What’s up?” You asked when the two of you finally stood face-to-face. You took this short moment to take in his appearance; slightly disheveled today with his hair not quite brushed and his tie somewhat askew.

And he still looks fucking gorgeous, damn.

Jimin feigns hurt with a dramatic hand to his chest. “What, no ‘good morning’? No ‘how are you today, Jimin’?” He teases, his lips sullen in a pouty frown.

You rolled your eyes, however, you still had to restrain from smiling at his dramatic behavior. “Okay, I just saw you yesterday. Like, literally a few hours ago.”

“Something could have happened in a few hours, you know. You don’t know until you ask.”

“Did it?”

“...no- hey don’t look at me like that! Something could have happened and then you would feel bad for not asking.”

This time you didn’t even bother trying to conceal your smirk and Jimin huffed before shaking his head. “Was there a reason you wanted to talk to me or…” You laughed, steering the conversation back to where it was supposed to be.

“Oh, yeah! Here, one second.” The blonde shuffled around in his bag a moment before pulling out something familiar. “You left your textbook in the kitchens yester-”

“Oh my God! Jimin, thank you, you’re a lifesaver!” You snatched the book from his hands, immediately going to check if your homework was still where you’d left it.

Thankfully, your extremely important homework, one that you were proud of seeing as you’d actually done it for a change, was exactly where it was yesterday, tucked gently between page 571 and 572. You exhaled in deep relief and instantly packed it into your bag hanging off your shoulder.

You looked back up at Jimin and gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you so much, Jimin. You have no idea how crazy I was going looking for this last night.”

“No problem, Y/N.” He bowed teasingly like he had just done something monumental instead of simply returning your textbook. Though, you suppose it was rather significant if your Potions grade is of any concern. “Happy to help.”

“Yeah yeah.” You laughed at him, finding it hard to resist when he smiles at you like that. “I’ll see you in detention, right?”

“Yep.” He nodded, his head bobbing wildly and his hair falling a little ways into his eyes. “Kitchens again, today. Well, unless McGonagall gives us something else to do.”

“Right. Well, I’ll see you in Defense. Later, Jimin, I owe you one.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

The two of you waved your goodbyes and parted ways to your separate tables. It wasn’t until then you noticed exactly how many people seemed interested in yours and Jimin’s conversation.

As you turned around, people seemed unable to look you in the face. Their eyes dart away from yours like bullets, a tell-tale sign that they had been watching you. This makes you frown in confusion. Why would they be so curious about you and Jimin? Yeah, Jimin has a fair amount of popularity surrounding him and quite the (decent) reputation and perhaps you’ve heard your name whispered a few times, but what exactly do they think is going on? It’s not like you were forming some sort of cult or professing an undying love.

You try to ignore the stares of your peers as you walk back to your table with a lighter heart, something you’ve long since learned how to do. It's no secret that people find you peculiar or as Jimin put it, interesting. But you find that you don’t rather care, another thing you’ve learned during your time here. There always seems to be something not right with you, but you’d rather be odd than ordinary.

Sitting directly back down in your seat, you immediately go to finish your breakfast. However, as you eat, you can still feel a few more stares. When you look up, both of your friends are eyeing you expectantly.

Arching your brow and swallowing, you say hesitantly, “Yes?”

Laya doubles back as if you’d said something completely outrageous. “What do you mean ‘yes’? Since when did you talk to Park Jimin?”

You blink. “...since we became friends.”

Laya facepalms, her whole body rigid with exasperation. “Obviously, but since when were you friends?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok cuts in, licking orange juice off his lips. He regards you with a thoughtful expression, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was suspicion.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you and Jimin were friends? I’ve known him since my second year, he’s kinda like a little brother to me!” Hoseok stops then, his face turning pensive and contemplative, a look not often seen on the sunny, carefree boy. A hand flies to his chin as he seems to get even deeper into his thoughts. “Actually now that I think about it, why didn’t Jimin tell me? We talk every day, what the-”

“Okay, calm down, Hoseok.” You finally stopped his rapidly growing ramble before he could really freak himself out. You rolled your eyes at your two nosy friends as you set your toast back down. “We’ve literally only hung out for like, three days so chill.”

“Three days?” Laya frowned again, her expression growing to match Hoseok’s. “Really? How? You haven’t really gone anywhere but detention this week.”

“Jimin’s had detention all week, too,” Hoseok answered, beating you to the punch.

“What he said.” You shrugged, eyeballing your toast in hopes of finally finishing it before Potions.

Laya didn’t say anything right away, but eventually, she turned to you with her eyes oddly serious. “You do know people will talk about this, right?”

You whined, struggling not to pout like a child. Will nobody let you eat your breakfast in peace? “What do you mean?”

“Jimin is one of the most popular boys in our year and you’re one of the most popular girls. You don’t think people will try to make something out of it?” Laya explained matter-of-factly, arching her brow as Hoseok nodded back in earnest.

“I guess they might, but I don’t care.” You scoffed with an air of indifference. “They always talk so what’s the point? It’s not like it’s anything new.”

“I’m just saying.” Laya held her hands up in surrender, giving up and grabbing an apple. “Just be careful. Rumors spread like fire at this school.”

“I agree, Y/N,” Hoseok adds, his food finished like you wished yours was. With a point of his finger for emphasis, he steadies you with a knowing look. “I don’t think Jimin would do anything to make it worse, but people do love to talk. It’s just the way things go.”

“Okay, okay. I appreciate it guys, really I do. And I guess I’ll be careful, but can I just eat my breakfast now?” You groaned, your empty stomach practically yelling at you for food.

Hoseok stole a quick glance at his watch and shook his head. “Looks like you’ll have to eat it on the way. First classes are starting soon.”

“What?” You swivel your head around to check the clock in the Great Hall, pouting when you see that he’s right. Fucking great.

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s go.” Laya picks your bag up off the floor beside you and hands it to you when you wrap the rest of your barely eaten toast in a napkin. “Wouldn’t wanna be late.”

“Yeah, whatever. You guys owe me food!” You point an accusatory finger at the two of them.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and leaves for his Charms class and Laya sighs good-naturedly. “Yeah, okay, sure, whatever, but let’s go. I’d rather not be late for Slughorn’s class for the second time in three days.” Suddenly you smirk, an idea popping into your head and you turn to smile at Laya.

“Hey, Laya?” The girl turns to you and you can feel your smirk widen. “Race ya!”

You take off down the hall without waiting for her response and you can hear her call out behind you. She splutters and yells, “Hey no fair! Wait up!”

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Your feet dragged along the stone floor tiredly. The rest of your body sags along with them, shuffling as you mindlessly drift away from the Quidditch pitch. The practice was a bitch today and you desperately want some rest after dinner tonight.

Thankfully, you had only been a half hour late because Professor Sprout let your team know you had detention today. They agreed to wait a bit to start practice, but Hoseok definitely didn’t go easy on you for missing warm-ups. You swear that boy turns into a completely different person out on that pitch.

Currently, your teammate is blathering on about a new play and you’re struggling to pay attention to her words. Right now your focus is only on one thing. Jimin.

You had mentioned to him in detention today that you’re lagging a bit behind in Divination. After a short conversation, Jimin offered to lend you his notes to study from. Knowing that Jimin is unbelievably good at this class, you immediately jumped at the chance. He said he'd give you his notes during dinner, but you have to actually find him first.

“-but I really think we’re gonna win our match against Ravenclaw with this play. Don’t you- Y/N are you listening?”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely.” You reply, not meeting her eyes as you continue to search for that familiar head of blonde hair.

“Oh really? Then what did I just say?”

Your eyes roam the Great Hall for the hundredth time when you finally, finally spot him right in the middle of the Gryffindor table. You recognize that smile immediately, having become fairly accustomed to it in the span of four days.

“Yeah, that’s great Daisy, can you excuse me for a second?” You don’t wait for her to respond before you’re off, beelining straight for the Gryffindor table. Truthfully, you feel a little bad for just leaving her like that, but you can just apologize later when your Divination grade isn’t in jeopardy.

As you get closer, you’re thankful to find that the seat next to Jimin is conveniently empty. Without any sense of hesitation, you squeeze yourself in beside him, plopping your hands onto the wooden table with a less than dramatic flourish.

As you expected, multiple sets of eyes instantly glared at you, more than likely for interrupting some conversation or another, but that wasn’t really your concern.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jimin smiled immediately, the familiar twist of his lips falling easily into place on his carefully constructed face. “Practice go alright?”

You’re about to answer when you catch the eyes of the surrounding Gryffindors. You don’t know any of them except for a girl in your year, Lisa. They don’t say a word, simply stare as you try to have a conversation with Jimin. You suppose it’s not really that surprising or outlandish. It’s not often that students eat their meals with someone other than their own housemates. Even if there is a healthy number of inter-house friendships- and other bonds- usually people don’t bother to leave their table for whatever reason, you’re not sure.

Besides, you’ve only just made friends with Jimin, so you’ve never had a reason to sit anywhere else, especially not the Gryffindor table. In your five years at Hogwarts, you’ve come across your fair share of self-righteous Gryffindors. However, as you glance at Jimin, looking at you expectantly with his trademark grin and crescent moon eyes, you can’t help but feel relieved that not all Gryffindors are that bad. Even if you’re starting to realize that maybe not all his fellow lions are as welcoming of your presence as he his, you find that you don’t really care as long as Jimin doesn’t.

Looking back to the boy in question, you nod swiftly, silently debating if grabbing a roll would be overstepping your boundaries. Deciding that anyone who objects can get over a single missing roll, you stretch your hand out to take one. You hear Jimin chuckle under his breath at this and you offer him a grin.

He returns the gesture and you swallow the bread before you continue. “Are your Divination notes still on the table?”

“Of course.” He replies with fake shock over his stunning features. “You really think I would just retract such a kind offer from my detention buddy? I thought you knew me better than that.”

You scoff, but it quickly turns into a laugh. You’re starting to find that you’re doing that a lot more often this past week. “We’ve only known each other for a week.” You point out to him. “Not even, actually, it’s just been four days.”

“Not true!” He objects, gesturing with his fork wildly. “Technically we’ve known each other for five years, we’ve just never been friends until now.”

“Oh, so is that what we are?” You arch an eyebrow at him, playfully. “That’s my mistake. I thought we were partners in crime.” You shrug, feigning indifference.

From your peripheral vision, you see Jimin shake his head with a fond smile. He nudged at your shoulder to grab your attention and you marvel in the way his smile seems to reach all the way to his eyes. You like that.

“We can definitely be partners in crime if that position is still open.” Jimin urges with a smirk, his statement coming out as more of a question towards the end.

You hum and pretend to mull it over. “I don’t know.” You sigh heavily as if such thoughts were deeply tiresome. Your left hand rubs pensively at your chin as you regard Jimin curiously. He just smiles sweetly at you in return, looking somehow simultaneously adorable and yet thoughtfully serious, and you swear he’s doing it on purpose.

“Aw, come on, Y/N.” He pleads, lightheartedly. “I’m giving you my notes and everything!”

His eyes seem to widen comically as if to accentuate just how grand a notion sharing his notes is and you can’t help the laugh that suddenly pushes past your lips. How can one boy be that cute?

After your small fit of laughter subsides, you nod your head to Jimin. “I guess you can continue being my partner in crime.” You tease.

“Great!” Jimin cheers gleefully, not hesitating for a second to show his relief. As if he hadn’t known you were just messing with him.

You chuckle lightly at his dramatics, even going as far to tell him so. He scoffs and glances back over to your own dining table, hardly sparing a look at the sea of gold. “You think I’m so bad, you obviously haven’t met the Head Boy.”

You smirk, your eyes landing on the tall and handsome Hufflepuff across the hall, stuffing his face with pumpkin pasties. “I’ve had a few conversations with him.”

Jimin nods and arches his brow as if to say, ‘You know I’m right’. You sigh, conceding. “And I guess I can admit that he’s slightly more dramatic than you.”

Jimin clicks his tongue in agreement, not quite smiling but still beaming with satisfaction. “Thank you.” The words roll off his tongue with ease and he goes to dig through his bag after finishing the vegetables on his plate.

You wait silently for him to find whatever he’s searching for, trying your hardest not to look at the other Gryffindors around you. But you can hear their whispers, mixing and fading along with those of the students behind you from the Slytherin table. You can practically feel their eyes on you and even if you can’t make out what exactly they’re saying, it doesn’t take a genius to guess who they’re referring to.

Instead of gifting them with the reaction they’re looking for, you stick to picking apart another roll and popping it happily into your mouth. It’s as you are finishing it that something akin to triumph leaves Jimin’s mouth and he’s pushing a few pieces of parchment into your hands.

“There you are, Y/N.” He smiles -when is he not smiling? you hope you never find out- looking rather proud of himself. “Those are the notes from today’s class, but if you ever need some others to study with you can just ask. I always keep all my notes in case I need to check back with them.”

Your eyes run over the parchment quickly, briefly looking it over. The notes are organized nicely and written in perfectly neat handwriting. He’s even made a bulleted list and you're taken a bit by surprise by just how neat and organized everything is.

Looking back up at him, you nod your head with a smile. “Thanks, Jimin. I guess now I owe you two.”

“I don’t really mind.” He waves off your concerns like batting away a fly. “Partners in crime help each other out.”

You chuckle at the use of the term you’d made up just to tease him. He seems to notice this and his smile widens and display his set of perfectly white teeth. You have to refrain from rolling your eyes at how unfairly gorgeous he looks without even trying.

“Well thanks, anyway.” You return, beginning to collect your things from where you’d laid them beside you. “I promise I’ll give them back in detention tomorrow. I just really need to look over them first.”

Jimin shrugs, not even batting an eyelash as he dismisses your words. “It’s fine, Y/N. I’ve gone over them several times so take as long with them as you need.”

Instead of replying, you just offer him a lift of your lips and he grins in response. Did he ever stop grinning? You’re not sure, but you are certain that you could look at that smile of his all day.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jimin.”

“See ya, Y/N!”

Even after your conversation has ended, you find yourself smiling. You have no idea how, but Jimin just seems to have that kind of power over people. It’s as if the mere thought of him is enough to make someone’s day better. You wish more people were like that.

It’s as you’re lost in your thoughts, just vaguely aware of making your way to your own table, that a shout of your name registers behind you.

You turn, expecting to see Jimin who may have forgotten a paper or had given you one too many by mistake, but instead, you see Lisa jogging to meet you where you stand.

To say that you’re surprised is a bit of an understatement. You’d only ever talked to Lisa a handful of times before, like when you’d worked together on your Astronomy project last year, for example. She was fairly popular herself and well-liked among students across all houses and years. It’s not hard to understand why, either. With her long blonde hair and dazzling eyes, not to mention a killer sweet smile and charming personality, it’s difficult not to. You’d even made plans to talk and hang out more often after last year’s assignment. Granted they never came into fruition, but you have to say that she’s definitely one of the more humble and kind Gryffindors you’ve met over the years.

Still, none of this could explain why she would want to speak with you. Sure, you know each other and, yeah so you got along last year, but it’s not as if you two were exactly friends. In fact, even after you’d gotten closer during your project, you’d have to admit that Jimin is more of a friend to you than she is.

“Y/N.” She called out as you came within speaking distance of one another. The girl was radiating pleasantry as she stood in front of you and your curiosity is starting to grow as she rocks back onto the balls of her feet. “Hey, I didn’t get the chance to say hi back there.”

“Hey, Lisa. What’s up?” You ask, never one for beating around the bush.

The Gryffindor recognizes this and nods to herself. “So, I wanted to ask you because Jimin isn’t saying anything and there are some rumors going around, but I just wanted to be sure if they were true.”

You sigh, not quite sure if you know where this is going. “Rumors? What rumors?”

“Everyone is saying that you and Jimin are together.” She surmised, biting her lip as she eyed you carefully.

You frowned, but your face refused to give anything away. Turning the thought over in your head, you huffed in exasperation. “Really? I swear people will make up anything just to entertain themselves.”

“So it’s not true?” Lisa wondered, her pretty brown eyes alight with interest.

“No, it’s not. We literally just met a few days ago. We’re just friends.” You shook your head, not quite believing that people would make this up for fun. Can’t a boy and a girl simply just be friends?

Lisa nods in understanding, a look almost similar to the Cheshire Cat on her face. “Oh okay, I get it. You two seem pretty close for only knowing each other a few days, though.”

“Not you, too.” You groan, but there’s no malice in your tone. In fact, you enjoy talking to Lisa again. From the little time that you’ve known her, you’ve become aware that’s she’s not interested in the latest gossip as most others are. Still, she’s never exactly out of the loop.

“We’re just friendly people.” You defend with a pout, causing Lisa to laugh.

Her laugh rings in your ears, soft and sweet. “I’m just messing with you, I understand.” The blonde assures and you believe her. “I’ll tell everyone to stop spreading those rumors around if you want.”

“That’d be nice, thank you.”

“No problem.” She gives you a nice pat on the back, before she’s off, though not without telling you that the two of you should hang out soon. With easy agreement from you, you’re left to wander back towards your fellow Hufflepuffs and finally sit down to eat your dinner.

It wasn’t until Lisa brought it up that you noticed all the lingering stares and faded whispers that have seemed to surround you these days. For whatever reason, people just lived to talk about you, so it’s nothing you weren’t already used to. However, the rumor about you and Jimin seemed to be a widely believed one, if the extra gossip around you is of any indication.

If you’re being honest, you don’t mind the attention so much. Sure, you wish people wouldn’t make things up just because they have nothing better to do, but truthfully you’re more worried about how Jimin will take it. Being as popular and admired as he is, you’re sure he can handle it, but you wonder if the thought makes him uncomfortable.

Whatever the case, you hope it won’t drive a wedge between you and your new friend and you hope people will stop making things up for their own interest.

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It’s finally Friday and normally you’d be buzzing with excitement at the thought of the weekend. The always fierce competition between Gryffindor and Slytherin is in two days and you and Laya planned on wasting your Saturday away just doing whatever you want. However, today was different.

Today, you’re still stuck in detention, assisting the house elves with tonight’s dinner. As you stir the stew that the elf Talby asked you to, you try your hardest not to fall asleep mid-stir. The only sounds coming from within the four walls of the kitchen being that if the numerous elves running around in preparation.

At this point, you’re just thanking your lucky stars that you have-

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you dead or just sleeping? How can you sleep standing up? That’s what horses do, are you a horse?”

-Jimin.

You sigh, reluctantly opening your eyes to steady Jimin with a glare. He just shrugs with a smirk, continuing to mash the assortment of potatoes in front of him.

Turning back to the stew, you stare at it regretfully. You love the house elves, really you do. They’re kind and some of them brutally honest, and most of the time their company is better than that of your fellow students. They always love to see you and Laya (and Hoseok but everybody loves him) and you’d be lying if you said the two (three) of you haven’t spent a few hours down there helping them out. Unfortunately, the fact remains that there are still quite a few more appealing alternative ways you’d rather spend your Friday evening.

You’re bored and lethargy is seeping into your bones and closing your eyes from lack of stimulation. Even Jimin, who isn’t much better off than you are despite his ever prominent smile, is blinking back his boredom.

You pout, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn. “I’m bored.” You drawled with a childish whine.

Jimin nods his agreement, resting his head in his palm. “Me, too. I wish we at least had some music or something.”

“Yeah me, too. Sucks that Hogwarts doesn’t invest in a set of speakers.” You lament, your shoulders slumping in disappoint from the simple thought.

“I wish, but Hogwarts just barely began to allow cell phones.” The boy shrugs with an air of disbelief, his hands pushing back his blonde hair. “I doubt they’d be willing to install speakers in such an old and historic castle.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You sigh dejectedly, the sight of your stew beginning to annoy you. Maybe it’s just your mind creating something and making things up from sheer and utter boredom, but you swear it’s taunting you. Like it knows it’s just a reminder of how awful your Friday is going.

It’s quiet for a second, but then Jimin’s words come back to you. “Wait,” You paused, mulling over his words again. “Do you have speakers at your house?”

Jimin may be your newly acclaimed partner in crime, but you did just meet him five days ago. There’s still a lot of things you don’t know about him. The way he just so casually understood how speakers worked had you a little more than excited.

Jimin looked confused for only a moment until he nodded. “Yeah, my mum insisted that we have them. She’s always loved music and she told my dad that living without them would be equivalent to living in the Stone Age.”

“Thank God!” You exclaimed, your time in detention already seeming to lighten up. “Finally someone understands my struggle. Laya doesn’t understand because she’s lived in the wizarding world her whole life. I seriously think I’m having some sort of withdrawal being without the internet here.”

A snicker falls from Jimin’s lips, his potatoes now abandoned on the table. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” You shot, your stew forgotten and your interest piqued. “Do you know how many times this year I’ve tried to play Spotify only to find that I can’t use it?”

“How many times?” He smiles, clearly amused and biting back a laugh.

“Too many.” You bristle with dissatisfaction, not bothering to hide your resentment.

Jimin’s falls silent for a moment and you glance over in his direction. He’s absentmindedly mashing the potatoes in their bowl now, his eyes glossed over. He seems to be lost in thought, his expression pensive. You decide to give him his time, dutifully going back to your stew.

After another minute or so, he finally responds. “How does internet work in the muggle world? Does it work the same as in the wizarding world?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Did he not live in the muggle world? He knows how speakers work and you’d thought he knew how the internet worked, too.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never lived in the wizarding world.” You explained to which Jimin frowns. However, he recovers quickly, smiling back at you and asking another question.

“What’s the muggle-world like? My mum tells me a lot of stories but I’ve never gone unless it’s to visit my grandparents.” His voice sounds slightly sad or disappointed as he talks, not meeting your eyes. Instead, they’re trained firmly on his hands which continue to squish a new set of potatoes. “They don’t live in any of the cities, though, so I’ve always wondered what’s it’s actually like out there.”

Admittedly, you were excited to be able to talk about the muggle-world with someone. Laya’s never been to the muggle-world and although Hoseok’s a fellow muggle-born, usually he’s off with Jimin and their other friends so you don’t get to talk to him as much as you’d like. But seeing Jimin now, looking at you with a smidge of hope and a little more curiosity, you decide that you don’t mind so much. It’s cute the way he’s staring at you now and if telling him all about your mundane world will keep that spark in his eyes, then you’ll do it happily.

Jimin is still waiting patiently for you to reply when you come back from your thoughts and you can’t help but laugh.

“I’m not sure there’s much to tell, to be honest.” Just the thought of someone who’s spent their whole life in a world full of witches and wizards finding your own world fascinating makes you chuckle under your breath. “Really it’s pretty boring compared to the wizarding world.”

Jimin shakes his head, a tiny smirk lifting his lips upward. “I think there’s more to it than what you give it credit for. I mean, without muggles us wizards wouldn’t have the internet.”

“That’s true.” You murmur, a feeling of satisfaction at the realization and a swell of pride rising within your chest. A smile threatens to play on your mouth and you don’t even try to suppress it. “Okay, then what do you want to know first?”

A hum radiates from his chest as he thinks, choosing his first question carefully. As he does this, you wonder if he’s never asked his other friends before. Hoseok himself is part of his little tight-knit bunch and you’re pretty sure Namjoon, a sixth year Ravenclaw is as well. If you’re correct, Namjoon is also a muggle-born, and they’ve known each other for years.

You’re about to ask him about this when his face lights up and you can see the gears in his head turn. He looks to you with excitement and anticipation shining in his soft eyes. “What’s your music like? Is it different from ours?”

A smile is gracing his features in a perfect twist of his lips and his eyes are alight and dancing with mirth. You can see real curiosity and intrigue growing in them the longer you stare and personally, that’s more fascinating to you than anything else.

“I’m not very familiar with your music, but I’m not sure how different the two could get.” You begin to think hard, trying to remember the very few songs you’ve heard from the wizarding world. It’s more difficult than you thought, considering you’ve only ever been exposed to that music while riding the Hogwarts Express.

Your eyes flicker back over to Jimin as he waits for you to finish your thought. As you look at him, a memory suddenly comes to mind. “Is that song that you're always singing from the wizarding world?”

He blinks, his face frozen as he stares at you mindlessly. For a moment, you’re not sure if he even registered what you said, but then pink begins to dust his cheeks and you know that he must have. Jimin sputters and seems to close into himself, all trace of the curious boy gone and a timid, bashful one in his place.

“Jimin?” You ask, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. Fear that you’ve somehow offended or embarrassed mind floods your mind, and you desperately hope that isn’t the case.

His eyes avoid yours as he goes back to his task of mashing potatoes. You begin to panic, wondering what you said to cause such a shift, but then he speaks, quelling a few of your worries. “Wh-what song?”

“What do you mean, the song that you sing every day? Don’t you know what song it is?”

It’s like a light goes off in his head and his body tenses. He still doesn’t look at you, but he puts his kitchen tools down as he answers, “That song doesn’t exactly have a name.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t have a name.”

“How does it not have a name? That makes no sense.”

“It doesn’t have a name because, well, it’s not exactly finished yet.”

You frown in confusion as he says this, trying to understand what that means. If it’s incomplete and doesn’t have a name, how does Jimin know it, and so well at that? Where did he hear it from?

Your mind whirls as you ponder these questions, jumping from answer to answer until finally, it clicks. It suddenly makes so much more sense to you now. Why Jimin was so shy and tense and why he’s refusing to look you in the eye…

“Jimin,” You lick your lips, taking a step toward him cautiously. “Did you…write that song?”

“...Maybe.”

Immediately you’re grinning, your face split in half from how wide you’re beaming at him. You grasp onto his shoulder, a laugh spilling past your lips. “Jimin that’s great!” You exclaim, your excitement unrestrained.

Jimin turns slightly to face you. His eyes lift up to take a hesitant peak at yours. Like this, he looks rather shy and small, even if he does stand taller than you. He looks... vulnerable almost.

You hate it.

“Really?”

“Of course!” You try to encourage him, selfishly craving the warmth that you hadn’t realized his smile brings. “I’ve only heard what you’ve been singing so far, but it sounds amazing.”

“It does?” He mumbles, as if afraid you’re lying to him. He glances down at you through the hair that’s fallen in his face and you fight the urge to move it out of the way.

You nod fervently, doing your best to silence his worries. “Definitely! It’s soft and pretty and I’ve had it stuck in my head all week.”

“You have?”

A laugh pours out unbidden. His bashfulness has been replaced with that hopeful look, which you think, looks far better on him. “Yeah, I have. I’ve even caught myself singing it probably as many times as I’ve heard you sing it.” You tilt your head, your expression turning smug. “You do realize that you sing that song every day, right?”

Your companion blushes, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “No, I- uh, wasn’t aware.”

“It’s okay, I don’t really mind.” You assure him, giving him a pat on the back and turning back to your stew. You pick up the spoon and start to stir. “I like it, hearing it makes me happy.”

You can practically feel the way his smile splits his face in half. His eyes sparkle like actual stars and you swear he seems to get taller. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him happier than at this moment and the thought that you caused it gives you an odd sense of accomplishment.

“You really mean that?” His voice is laced with uncertainty, but somehow he still looks optimistic. His eyes search yours for an answer, nervously, and you’re happy to give him the one he’s looking for.

“I really do.” You say sweetly, your mood lifted and feeling much more awake than you did at the start of detention.

Jimin laughs, his spirit much brighter now than a minute ago. “Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me.”

“Any time, Jimin.”

Time passes much more smoothly after that. You tell Jimin all about the muggle world while he educates you on life in its wizarding counterpart. The house elves may have gotten onto the two of you a few times for treating your detention like a time to catch up, but neither of you cared. It didn’t stop you from getting into a tiny food fight or from screaming Jimin’s song at the top of your lungs.

#jimin fic #slow burn #i think #chapter 1 #part 1 #hogwarts au #bts #bts hogwarts #bts hogwarts au #bts au #bts au fanfic #bts fanfic #gryffindor!jimin #Hufflepuff!reader #jimin x you #jimin x reader #bts hp au #bts hp #hp au

[axolotlator]

Here's my Hot Take™ on how Defenders of Tomorrow would go down (Pt.1)

-It would start out on earth with the cyberpunk aesthetic™ in a city named Arus

-Instead of the Garrison being a space exploration school, it would be like the main police force

-It's kind of like a cowboy bebop like universe, where the planets in the solar system are colonized and you can travel between them

-Each planet has a Representative, like a Planet President

-Earths Representative is Sam Holt (idk what his name is in the VDT universe tho)

-Aliens and humans live side by side/ aliens have already been introduced to earth and all the other planets

-The Galra are still aliens but the Galra empire is a gang simply called 'The Empire'

- Daibazaal and Altea were both planets in the same solar system

-All the paladins of old were a representive for a planet in their collective solar system

-Alfor was Altea's representative and Zarkon was Daibazaal's obv

-Quintessence is a power drug that was created by Honerva (don't know her VDT name) who was Vice President of Altea, once she married zarkon she became Vice President of Daibazaal

-Alfor and Zarkon got into a dispute over the production and sales of quintessence and a civil war broke out between the planets of the solar system

-Alfor and Honvera became addicted to quintessence over this time

-Alfor won the civil war against Zarkon and Daibazaal was banished from solar system

-Zarkon gathered together all the remaining galran after being banished and banded them together to take over altea

-Altea and the remaining planets in the solar system were taken over and destroyed by a quintessence powered up drugged Zarkon

-There's no 10,000 year time skip but there is 18-19 year time gap between current and these events

-Before altea was destroyed Vex (VDT Coran) and Alzina (VDT Allura) were sent out into space on the Castle ship which they title castle of lions. Alzina was a baby at this time

-Zarkon and Honvera (now calling herself by her gang name Haggar) build up a gang that specializes in quintessence

-Their industry has taken over the underground of tons of solar systems

-Vex pilots the ship to Earths solar system after hearing the Empire hadn't reached there yet and they land on earth

-Vex raises Alzina on earth yet they still live out of the castle ship

-Vex and Alzina know they're aliens in my take

-They both live on the down low bc they don't want to be discovered as alteans, as the whole universe knows about the Altean civil war and Vex and Alzina don't want word to spread to zarkon about them being alive

-Alzina is a badass who works in the underground as a chemist

-Alzina is the one who starts the paladin name system, she uses the name Pink Paladin while interacting in the public as to not reveal her identity

-Alzina still has her good morals and does her fair share of bounty hunting as well

-Alzina is bi

-The Empire catches word that there's an untapped quintessence potential in Earths solar system and decides to head there to take over the underground

-Shiro is a high ranked officer at the Garrison and is sent out on a mission to Kerberos (which hasn't been colonized yet) along with Matt Holt (don't know his VDT name) and Sam Holt to inspect Kerberos and determine if it should be colonized

-Shiro is gay obv

-Pluto is a mining planet in this btw, no one lives there full time

-While on the mission to Kerberos the galra capture them in hopes to use them as bargaining tools

-there is a one year time skip between when Shiro and the others were captured to the current time the au takes place in btw

-The Empire begins to take over the underground of the other planets in Earth's solar system during this time

-Akira (Keith) was a garrison student in training under Shiro's guidance but dropped out after Shiro was taken to look for him in the underground

-I've been saying underground a lot and I want y'all to know I don't literally mean underground the planets but like the crime land, the black market y'all kno

-Krolia (idk VDT name) was part of a rival gang to the Empire called the Blade of Marmora. Krolia was still a spy in this

-Krolia has Akira and Alice (VDT Acxa) with Texas kogane before going back to the Blade bringing Alice with her (they're twins)

-Texas was killed in the underground and Akira was abandoned

-Akira was adopted by Shiro and put in the Garrison. Akira and Shiro had a beyond close bond and loved each other v much

-Akira is gay

-Akira didn't care about what shit he fucked up, he only cared about finding Shiro so he was p reckless but he wasn't like intentionally hurting people

-Akira obvs had a motorcycle

-Leandro (Lance) was a garrison drop out who decided that the police force was 'too tame' for him

-Leandro works as basically a full on bounty hunter by the name 'The Tailor', he also steals occasionally and also isn't worried about being reckless but he still cares about people

-Leandro is Bi

-One time Leandro was in a fight and was about to lose when Akira showed up in a motorcycle to save him last minute

-Akira and Leandro didn't know each other at this time but Leandro swore he would repay Akira if the day ever came when he needed help

-Leandro doesn't know Akira's name at this point, but he nicknames him Samurai after seeing Akira fight with a knife

-Akira also doesn't know Leandro's real name but Leandro introduced himself as the tailor when they first met

-Leandro does end up getting Akira out of a tough situation and the two make it their thing to save each other

-Henare (Hunk) was a garrison student as well but he never dropped out and planned to work for the police

-Henare and Leandro were best friends from when Leandro spent a short time at the garrison. They never lost their bond but Henare doesn't approve of what Leandro is doing, but he wouldn't ever rat out his friend

-Henare is Pansexual

-Bounty hunting/Vigilante action is kinda illegal in this world. Instead of turning in their bounties to the police for reward, bounty hunters catches are sold underground

-Laya (Pidge) is an engineer/hacker and overall genius who despite growing up with a Garrison dedicated family loved messing around and would often venture to the underground and black market with Matt to buy new parts for robots and to get up to schenagines

-After Matt and Sam went missing she changed her name to Pana and went underground full time in the hopes of finding him (she done pull an Akira)

-Pana sells information and robots to the blackmarket and works as a kind of an on call hacker

-Pana is asexual

-Pana became friends with Leandro after she makes a deal that goes sour and Leandro comes in last minute and takes the guy out

-Leandro notices how young Pana is and makes sure to keep an eye out from then on out and realizing he won't go away Pana begins to work with him in hopes of information on Matt.

-Pana ends up actually caring about him and the two take on a brother-sister kinda role though she won't admit it

-Pana becomes friends with Henare through Leandro and the two instantly bond over their love of engineering

-Pana builds rover when she first went to live in the underground full time to keep her company and rover is like her lil sidekick aw

-Shiro lives within the Empire for a year and when the Empire let's their guard down, Shiro is able to grab a small pod like ship and high tails it back to earth

-He crash lands on earth in the desert outside of Arus

-Shiro lost an arm while in the Empire in this as well and when he crash lands he damages his leg beyond repair

- Dante (VDT Adam) will build Shiro a new arm and leg and they'll bond and end up dating

- Pana, Leandro and Henare will get together with Akira when saving Shiro from the crash

-Alzina and Vex will get together with everyone else during a fight

-Alice will have been seperated from Krolia and will have joined up with Lotor and the generals

-Lotor broke away from his parents will have arranged a mini gang with the generals to go against the Empire

-Alzina and the crew will build fighter ships which they'll name blue lion, red lion, yellow line, green lion and black lion (yes the lions are fighter ships in this)

-The galra will come to take over and the the team including Dante will fight back.

-They call themselves the paladins and each name themselves after a color

-they'll call their whole operation voltron

-Rowan (Romelle) will be one of the alteans that was born off altea as her parents were off planet when it was destroyed. Lotor offers her and other alteans the opportunity to join his mini gang and she takes it. She works with lotor for awhile but leaves after believing he's not what he says he is.

-She goes to earth to escape him and the Empire and ends up meeting the rest of the gang

-Her and Alzina eventually become a thing

-And y'all already know leakira is happening

That's it that's all I have I can't think of anything else

#voltron #vdt #defenders of tomorrow #leakira #klance #alzina #rowan #henare #pana #dante #shiro

[teefa85]

Starting up Aron’s Campaign...I’ve got two questions...

Laya, why does an 18-year cryogenic nap leave you back at LEVEL 1?!  I mean, I’m guessing so it’s fair to the other heroes (as Adan gets his twin sister Gwyn instead since Laya’s his mother and both Crys and Sean wake up Laya for the first time in their Campaigns).  But maaan...gotta level her again!  Good thing I saved that Force Crown in Wren’s Inventory so she has some better armor!

Kara, why do you only have ONE Slicer?!  Looking at a list of what Slicers exist, I’m just gonna go for broke and buy one of the better ones.  A Force one is decent, and not bonkers expensive!

...maybe I should redo my quicksaves if I play the full game again, and have Mieu carry one over to Gen III!

After that...we’re off to buy Force Boots for anyone who doesn’t already have them or something better, and then we’ll FINALLY go back to Dahlia for the Aero Parts.  These trips are as much for levels for Kara and Laya as anything else.

#Phantasy Star III #liveblog

[cksmart-world]

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

March 9, 2021

MURDER AMONG JACK MORMONS

As you know by now, Netflix is streaming a new three-part series called “Murder Among Jack Mormons.” Authorities from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints objected on account of the Lord told them he doesn't like the term “Jack.” It's all quite embarrassing. The documentary focuses on Mark Hofmann who in 1985 killed two people with bombs. Hofmann, who was a closeted Jack Mormon and a master forger, kept “finding” old documents that seemed to undermine the church, founded by Joseph Smith in 1830. Religions are always trying to authenticate their faith — like Jesus walking on water. Closer inspection reveals it was low tide. Smith was led to gold plates that held The Book of Mormon gospel by an angel called Moroni. But Hofmann “discovered” a letter that said it was actually a “white salamander” that guided old Joe. It was so shocking that Mormon leaders turned a whiter shade of pale — it was that bad. They quickly bought the letter so it would never be seen. Of course, it was a fake because everyone knows Angel Moroni is real and fell off the LDS Temple in a recent earthquake. In the end, Hofmann accidentally blew himself up and almost died. Maybe he wishes he did die. It's better to explode than fade away.

EXTRATERRESTRIAL DATING GETS DICEY

You think things are bad here now that Dr. Seuss has been outlawed and Glenn Beck and Kevin McCarthy have lost it over “Green Eggs and Ham.” Well, it could be a lot worse, according to The Drake Equation. Three CalTech physicists have just updated the 1961 mathematical model developed by Frank Drake to find where and when life is most likely to occur in the Milky Way. It also identifies the prime factor affecting life's prevalence: Intelligent creatures' tendency toward self-annihilation. (We could not possibly make this up.) The takeaway from the new study: “Most of the alien civilizations that ever dotted our galaxy have probably killed themselves off already.” Not everyone wanted this information to get out. It's going to kill real estate values once people realize that demand could tank once the self-annihilation begins here on Earth. And if you've got stock in Elon Musk's Space X company, you should dump it fast. The news also is troubling for The Amazing Kreskin’s Supernatural Dating Society. (It's for real, folks.) According to Cosmopolitan magazine, it's $15 a month for a Premium membership and $20 for VIP. It's not the bargain it once was — the Princess Laya of your dreams is probably dead. But who knows, you could get lucky.

HOW MR. POTATO HEAD GOT HIS GROOVE BACK

This has rocked Trumpist America to its core: Reportedly, Mr. Potato Head lost his thing. Or should we say, 'thang.' It totally blew away Republicans who watch Mr. Potato Head closely. In fact, David Alvord, a Republican on the Salt Lake County Council, said the Left won't be satisfied until every male is castrated (like Mr. Potato Head) and plays girls soccer. He went on to say the Libs won't be happy until “there are no males, no females ... we have no children, and simply have new humans arrive in labs and immediately put into a school for indoctrination.” (You can't make this stuff up.) It's the Culture Wars and Republicans need something new to hate. OK, Reality Check: It was toy maker Hasbro, not Democrats, that decided to redesign the Potato Head box so that it would be inclusive of Mrs. Potato Head (how liberal can you get). Yes, Mr. and Mrs. are both in birthday suits inside the box, possibly bumping and grinding to Tina Turner or Bruce “Can't-start-a-fire-without-a-spark” Springsteen. Don't tell Tucker Carlson. As for David Alvord and his righteously repressed Republican libido — therapy and Viagra could be helpful. As Democrat Jim Bradley, put it, “Alvord is a sourpuss.” Well, Wilson, if you don't know what that is, don't ask.

Post script — That's it for another week here at Smart Bomb, where we keep track of Dr. Seuss so you don't have to. As Democrats went full throttle last week to pass one of the largest stimulus packages ever, Republicans, not to be outdone, were busy raising outrage over Dr. Seuss and Mr. Potato Head. It's Cancel Culture, they vented. We're seeing the end of freedom in America! What's next, Bugs Bunny and SpongeBob SquarePants? This is the same party to which motivational speaker and flim-flam artist Burgess Owens belongs. As you will recall, at CPAC — the MAGA version of Burning Man — Owens said Democrats would self-destruct. You got it, Wilson, it's called projection. But that wasn't nearly enough. President Joe Biden scoffed at anti-maskers, saying, “We don't need Neanderthal thinking” — and all hell broke loose. How was he to know that Republican Sen. Marco Rubio's parents were Neanderthals from Cuba. Marco, who has large knuckles, was hurt, saying that Biden had insulted everyone with even the tiniest bit of Neanderthal DNA — it was elitism at its archaeological worst. But it was Trevor Noah who summed it up best: “Biden got Republicans to say the N-word and acknowledge evolution at the same time.” OMG!

Alright Wilson, you and the guys in the band are looking pretty perky and we know it's not your diet. By now, you've probably been checking out the Supernatural Dating Society website, so let it rip:

Woke up this morning with light in my eyes And then realized it was still dark outside It was a light comin'down from the sky I don't know who or why Must be those strangers that come every night Whose saucers shaped light put people up tight Leave blue green footprints that glow in the dark I hope they get home all right Hey Mr.Spaceman, won't you please take me along I won't do anything wrong Hey Mr.Spaceman, won't you please take me along For a ride

Hey Mr.Spaceman, won't you please take me along I won't do anything wrong Hey Mr.Spaceman, won't you please take me along For a ride

(Hey Mr. Spaceman — The Byrds)

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[poems-about-life]

Hard Feelings

Hard Feelings By: Laya

I know how hard it is to open up to someone And when you opened up to me I should’ve let you continue. It’s hard to find someone who understands you The way we understand each other. You trusted me I trusted you But I broke that trust And I’m sorry. So now my heart feels hard like wood- Now my love for you hurts like a splinter. My heart feels like hard cement Because our love that was built over The course of years, Our love that was once sturdy and strong like bricks Came tumbling down in a matter of only three hours. I feel like our love is an obstacle course And we keep falling but cannot get up. We cannot seem to fix our brokenness. Because enough damage has been done to our trust That no first aid kit will ever be able to fix. My poems once cured your fractured heart My words were once your world, your salvation But now no medication will ever cure the bond I broke by leaving you because I got scared of my feelings. But I should’ve realized that feelings are never wrong, And I should not have blamed you for falling for me, I’m sorry.

#hard feelings #open #up #wood #bricks #no #medicine #broken #damage #first aid kit #fractured #heart #scared #never #wrong #fallinlove #poet #poetryblog #poetry #poets #poem #love #heartbreak #sorry #poets on tumblr #author #writer