a) i have a really short attention span

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I don’t actually binge-watch that often because I have a pretty short attention span, but I really admire people who can sit down and watch a whole season of a show. That’s impressive.

anonymous asked:

Hello. My cat has always been an indoor/outdoor cat since I found him as a stray, but as he is getting older I'm realizing this is not safe for him at all. I always made sure he was inside at night, but I was away for a few days and my dad left him outside all night and he came back with small cuts on his face and the area around one eye is puffy. We are taking him to our vet right away, but this was very scary for me and I want to make him an indoor cat full-time. (Part 1)

However, my parents disagree and say that it would be cruel to keep him totally indoors since he has always had free reign of our backyard. How can I convince them this is the right thing to do, and what are ways that I can make this easier on my cat? Thanks for your help!     


The more cantankerous side of me wants to say, ‘Point at the vet bill and point out that it never would have happened if your cat had been kept indoors’. I admit, I’m extra snarky because i’ve spent several hours giving medical care to cats who were found outdoors and suffered injury or illness as a result.


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anonymous asked:

Can you write something where the bros and cor have an S/O who is a bit of an airhead? I'm a little self conscious because people say that I am ㅠ_ㅠ

Hey there Anon :) Of course I can- this one truly hits close to home because I’ve been called an airhead plenty of times as well! (It’s not our fault we get lost in our thoughts at the best of times T.T). I’m going to write these as small scenarios because I need to be in bed really soon xD Hope that’s okay! <3


Noctis: Truthfully, Noctis is a bit of an airhead himself. He’s actually happy that you have the same tendency to get lost in your own thoughts in any given situation- whether it be during your down time, or in the middle of doing something incredibly important. That’s not to say that he doesn’t scold you a little when you zone out during a battle, or any other equally life-threatening situation. When he notices that your eyes are glazed over on the battle field, he usually moves in towards you and pinches you really hard on the tender skin of your inner arm to snap you back to reality. The glare he shoots you as he retreats back into battle upsets you greatly, and you feel absolutely awful every time this happens- but in the heat of the moment, where every second counts, Noctis doesn’t really know how else to snap you out of your thoughts. Nor does he have the time to be gentle in his manner of coaxing you out of your own mind.

Once the imminent danger has passed, Noctis immediately scoops you up into his arms and apologises profusely. He’s usually not one for public displays of affection, but he ignores Gladio and Prompto’s wolf whistles and cat calls in the back ground as he clings to you and gently scolds you about your short attention span. “I love you too much to lose you- please, pay attention next time?” he begs you. You sniffle and snuggle into your concerned and scared prince’s chest and nod vigorously.

“Okay. I’ll do my best.”

A few hours later, you’re scolding Noctis about his own air-headedness after a particularly close call with a bunch of hundlegs, and holding the young prince while Ignis lectures his childhood friend about how unbecoming hypocrisy is of a future king. Meanwhile, Gladio and Prompto cackle in the background.


Prompto: Prompto finds your air-headedness adorable. He loves it when he catches you drifting off into space, your eyes glazing over and your breaths coming out in little sighs every once in a while. This sunshine boy is mostly happy to leave you to your own devices when you get this way, and takes PLENTY of pictures of you in this dazed state. You’re always none the wiser until you and the boys are settled at a camp site or hotel.

Noctis, Gladio, and even Ignis (!) have a good laugh at your far-off expressions caught on Prompto’s camera. You usually get really sensitive about their reactions and snatch your boyfriend’s camera out of his hands. You’re about to delete the pictures when Prompto tackles you down onto the bed your seated on, in view of all the guys, and kisses you silly- gently prying his precious camera out of your grip as you easily get lost in his sudden display of affection.

Prompto finally retracts his body off yours triumphantly, pressing a final lingering kiss on your cheek before placing his camera into one of his deeper pants pockets. “Sorry, I just love it when you look all dazed. You remind me of a sleepy baby chocobo!” Prompto tries to placate you. You sigh and pout, crossing your hands over your chest, and Prompto laughs a little as your gaze grows glazed and distant once again as you get lost in your own thoughts about Prompto’s obsession with your air-headedness.

You don’t even notice the guys’ voices reprimanding Prompto as he pulls his camera out to take a few more adoring shots of you in his favourite dazed state.


Gladio: Gladiolus Amicitia loves to tease you about your air-headedness while you’re all in the Regalia, headed to your next destination. It’s his favourite pass time. You absolutely hate it. He makes you feel so DUMB sometimes, when he reminds you of all the potentially fatal mistakes you’ve made out on the field.

“Hey, remember that time you threw me an ether instead of an antidote? THAT was pretty shocking, even for you!” Gladio laughs light-heartedly, but your eyes begin to brim with tears. You’re wedged between Noctis and Gladio in the back seat, and Ignis has a clear view of you in the rear-view mirror. He’s the first to notice the tears streaming down your face.

“Gladio.” Ignis reprimands. You sniffle particularly loudly, and that’s all it takes for your sometimes-obnoxious boyfriend to immediately turn his body towards you and guide your head to his warm, bare chest. Noctis sighs and merely pats your knee in sympathy- knowing full well how bad it feels to be the butt of Gladio’s jokes. He’s been called ‘puny’ while fishing too many times to count!

“Aw, babe- you know I think it’s cute that you’re such an airhead!” Gladio tries to console you. You whine in annoyance and swat Gladio’s chest, tears of frustration running down your cheeks. Gladio could be a complete ass sometimes… but, that’s something that makes him slightly more adorable in your eyes. His naivety knows no bounds.

“And I think it’s amazing how pig-headed you are!” you retaliate, after calming down a little. Your comment elicits a short, but loud laugh from Ignis. He immediately apologises, but his sudden outburst has both Noctis and Prompto clutching their bellies and laughing at the expense of a rather shocked looking Gladio.

“Hey! I am NOT pig-headed!”


Ignis: Ignis frowns at you as you both leave the Lestallum Leville’s bar together. You and the guys had been indulging in a night of alcohol induced fun during your down time, and the money all of you had saved collectively from the various hunts you’d all completed. Ignis cut himself off at two drinks, ever the responsible one. That, and he wasn’t happy with the way you unknowingly encouraged the less-than-innocent advances of other young men present at the bar that night.

Once you and Ignis are out in the humid night air of Lestallum, you turn to your boyfriend, eyes wide in concern. “Iggy? You don’t look so good- do you need to sit down?” you ask, genuine concern lacing your voice. Ignis’ frown deepens and he immediately rounds on you. You let out a short shriek at his sudden movement, having been semi-lost in your own thoughts about how you were going to take care of your boyfriend’s less-than-ideal looking health that evening.

Ignis grasps your forearms in his large and elegant bare hands, pinning you in place. You let your eyes wander to his piercing green orbs and you can’t help but gulp in slight trepidation. Ignis has never been so rough with you. You couldn’t help but feel both confused and enthralled at the slightly wild behaviour.

“Must you look upon every man with those hooded eyes? Do you even know what you’re doing, y/n?” Ignis chides, his gaze darkening as he leans his face closer to yours. You let out a short breath and shake your head, snapping yourself out of your momentary, yet frequently occurring, daze.

“W-what do you mean?” you stutter. Ignis shakes his head, his gaze softening as he pecks your lips gently with his own. Your eyes remain wide open and unblinking. You’re utterly confused. What is wrong with Ignis? Is he drunk?

“You really don’t have a clue… absolutely charming.” Ignis whispers, pulling you into a tender kiss before withdrawing and gently taking your hand. “I really do have to keep an eye on you if I want to keep you safe from the vultures.”

You just let Ignis drag you along, deciding for yourself in your mind that, yes, Ignis is probably drunk.

He is not.


Cor: When Cor first realises you tend to get lost in your own thoughts, he finds you absolutely infuriating on a professional level- given that you are part of the Crownsguard. But being the professional marshal of the Crownsguard that he is, he’s not going to fire you on your first day simply because you have some attention span issues. That, and you are his romantic partner. He does, however, make sure that all your practical assignments are completed under his exclusive supervision. He really doesn’t want to be liable for your death if you manage to space out during a life-or-death battle out on the field.

During these practical missions, Cor is not your boyfriend, he is your marshal. And he’s terribly harsh when you mess up. He berates you openly in front of your peers, and even they linger around while you try to stop your tears from slipping down your face to cheer you up. “Don’t worry- he’s just worried about you. Next time, pay attention and you won’t have to hear him go off at you again.”

But you can’t help it. Your mind races constantly at every little stimuli you come across. You see a tree, you think they look like giant pieces of broccoli. You see Cor, you can’t help but recall the feeling of his lips on your skin so many weeks ago… you want to feel his lips against yours again…

“Y/N- FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” you jump at the marshal’s extremely agitated voice, only to realise there’s a coeurl baring its fangs right at you, ready to pounce. You shoot at it immediately with your twin pistols, effectively shooting right through its eyes and into its skull. It’s an instant kill.

You’d usually be celebrating by now, but you can’t do a thing with Cor looking at you with THAT much fury in his steel blue eyes. Your eyes immediately tear up and you can’t control your sniffles and sobs this time. Your peers all scatter, feeling uncomfortable in both yours and Cor’s presence.

Cor steps forward, not relenting in his berating the slightest at the sight of your tears. “How many TIMES do I have to tell you? Pay attention!”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir,” you choke out. Cor’s gaze softens slightly at the shaky tone of your voice.

“Do I have to leave you at the Citadel next time? You know you’ll be demoted if things come down to that, y/n.” Cor warns you, stepping closer- his voice stern.

You nod, unable to answer him verbally as your shoulders begin to shudder uncontrollably.

You suddenly find yourself pulled into Cor’s warm chest, his strong arms encircling your frame and pulling you flush against his body. “I can’t take my eyes off you one moment before you go and find yourself in trouble, can I?” he murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss onto your head. This tender act makes you cry harder.

“I-I’m sorry!” you cry out, burying yourself into his warmth. Cor sighs and nuzzles your soft hair.

“Don’t apologise, just pay attention long enough to stay alive and by my side, alright?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut out of guilt, and Cor presses yet another tender kiss on the crown of your head and holds you until your tears cease to fall.

Slyther Into Your Pants / OC x Slytherin!Jimin

ONE SHOT.

Words: 13,439 words.
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Love/Hate Relationship.
Disclaimer: I am in no way close with BTS or Jimin. However, everything written here belongs to me. Every word and quote within this story is written by me. Please don’t copy or repost and translate anywhere else without asking.

Loud chatter filled the long hallways of the old palace. Some coming from the contagious laughter of a group of Hufflepuffs and some from the mini fight arising between two Slytherins. It wasn’t anything new to the rest of the students or teachers. The daily bickering from the ‘Married Slytherin Couple'—as many students would call them—could be heard in the entire hallway. From Eunbi’s annoyed sighs and 'leave me alone’ mantra to Jimin’s boastful comments, it was no surprise that a couple of 'Shut the fuck up!’ would be yelled across the hall, causing the duo to actually shut the fuck up. Other than the occasional bursts of thunder hitting the ground of Hogwarts miles away, it’s safe to say that Hogwarts had never felt like home before.

The weirdly-calming sound of thunder along with the ever-so blissful rain hitting the ground really helped calming the 7th-year students. Their N.E.W.T. exams were right around the corner and they couldn’t help but be extremely nervous, especially the ones who wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic. Of course, some students who had a fear of thunder weren’t able to focus at all, thus; they were more stressed out than they already were. You could hear their frustrated groans and their foot anxiously tapping against the floor. Other students who were younger than them were hanging out in various spots in Hogwarts whereas the eldest were stuck in their studying hall.

“It’s practically impossible to be first, though. Everyone knows that no one can be first other than me.” The Slytherin boasted to the other Slytherin with confidence lacing their words. That caused a habitual eye roll from the latter and 'left-on-read’ ignore from her. She was obviously not in the mood to deal with the Head Boy of the Slytherin house. Although he was incorrect and she wanted to correct him badly, she bit her tongue and held herself back. Jimin knew that shoving misconceptions down the Head Girl’s mouth ticked her off. “Like using spells out of Hogwarts and using the excuse of 'defending’ yourself doesn’t-”

“Listen, rice bowl. I don’t care about your opinion about me or anything related to me! Matter of fact, we all know that I could easily beat you in a duel. Don’t forget that I was the one who saved your crusty ass from a dementor that time, so a simple ‘thanks’ would have sufficed. I really should’ve ran away instead.” Eunbi muttered the last part with her signature eye roll before she returned back to her notes, picking up her quill. 'I really shouldn’t have opened my mouth.’ She thought to herself with a mental cringe at her stupid and impulsive actions

“Rice bowl?!”

“Oh, my God.” Eunbi groaned then looked at him in the eyes for the first time. She failed to notice his recently bleached hair previously due to her ignoring him at all times. She was too focused on her studies rather his beings. “You dyed your hair?” she accidentally thought out loud, her voice sounding softer. Eunbi mentally face palmed at herself and tore her eyes away from him.

“With your short attention span, I’m not surprised that you noticed five days after. But yeah, obviously, I did.” Jimin scoffed and pushed his hair backwards, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. His hair was also styled different than usual. It was usually styled like the majority of the male population in South Korea; a bowl head. Not that it didn’t complement him that much, but when his hair was parted from the side, it was way better.

“Okay.” Eunbi sighed then closed her books, shoving them in her bag along with her messy notebooks. She stood up and gave him a sarcastic smile before she stormed out of the study hall. Her facial expression quickly changed after she turned her head away, her sarcastic smile was soon replaced with a bitter one. Her teeth stress-fully nibbled on her lower lip, as she walked to the library. She really hoped that he wouldn’t follow her. She had a practical D.A.D.A—Defense Against the Dark Arts—exam that week, and she wanted to practice on her spells in order to get an outstanding grade. It wasn’t her best subject, but it was neither her worst. She just need to practice a little more.

Her hair bounced from her high ponytail while she sped up her pace. She didn’t want Jimin to catch her and tag along. It was his little plan. It was his plan to distract her the entire time in order she won’t steal his 'throne’, but Eunbi was smarter than that. She could easily study in the Room of Requirements, which was exactly what she was going to do.

“EUNBI!” Someone yelled her name from behind, causing a halt in her steps. Her eyes opened wide and her hand held onto her bag’s strap. She turned around with a small lip bite, her hair moving over to her side from turning her head way too quickly.

There stood a familiar blond guy with his hands shoved in his pockets and a teasing smile on his plump, red lips. His chest heaved up and down from running too fast all of a sudden, giving him the appearance of a lost puppy. His messed up golden locks really added to the look that made him undeniably irresistible. He usually had his hair dyed brown, or black, with a bowl-like head cut. She had to admit that she absolutely hated that hairstyle, but Jimin somehow looked decent in it. But now, his platinum hair was parted from the side, showing his pale forehead. It really complimented him well and he should definitely style it like that more. Of course, Eunbi would never admit that in front of anyone.

However, the second her eyes lingered more on the slumped figure, she knew that he was equally as tired and stressed as her. His bag was barely hanging from his left shoulder as his posture was sluggish. Jimin often walked with his nose stuck up high and his back straight as if he was constantly walking on a fashion runway. That was a total giveaway. He had huge eye-bags beneath his bloodshot eyes. Eunbi was pretty sure that they were dark as well, but he covered it up with makeup flawlessly. Unlike Eunbi, Jimin never showed his tiredness through actions or words. He always had a taunting smile carved onto his face with sly remarks pierced through his tongue. Somehow, just somehow, he looked ethereal.

Eunbi quickly changed her facial expression by furrowing her eyebrows and scowling at him. He let out a low chuckle, approaching her with airy footsteps.

“What do you want from me?” Eunbi cried out, her hand clutching harder onto her bag’s strap.

“You.” Jimin walked dangerously close to her. His body almost hit hers from how close he suddenly got to her, his head tilted down in order to look at her properly. Eunbi quickly took a step back with flushed cheeks.

“Woah, wait—” Eunbi raised her hand. “Stop it.” She spoke in English out of nowhere.

Stop it?” Jimin murmured back with confusion, but also in English. He wasn’t exactly the best in English, hence; it took him a couple of seconds to actually get what she meant.

Jimin’s furrow of eyebrows and slight head scratch looked absolutely adorable in her eyes. It was something natural for a girl like her to impulsively feel such things. It was out of her hand, but she couldn’t help it.

“What do you mean by ‘you’? Do you really think that I—” she got cut off.

“Ah, chill. I want to practice dueling with you.” Jimin raised both of his eyebrows suggestively. “We both have our D.A.D.A practical exam this week, so we both can see who will get the highest mark between us.”

Eunbi scoffed at him and looked at her side before she looked back at him seriously. “I think the results are pretty obvious. You still haven’t perfected your nonverbal spells nor know how to show your patronus.”

“Well, this is a perfect opportunity to prove you wrong. Do you really think all what I do is annoy you?”

Eunbi pursed her lips then nodded her head. “Okay.”

There wasn’t anything that she would lose, right? She thought that she was quite good—actually, she strongly believed that she would beat him two minutes in.

“Anyways, where were you going? The library isn’t anywhere near here.” Jimin pointed out, as he started walking by her side. He could see a small downward curl of her lips from his peripheral vision, confusing him. ‘Why was she frowning?’ he thought to himself worriedly.

“Because I’m not going there.” She simply said, leading the way to a place that Jimin had trouble figuring out. Eunbi then proceeded to ignore his next questions, not really wanting to answer them. It did frustrate him. He really hated being ignored when he was asking questions.

Just when he was about to ask her something else, he involuntarily stopped walking when she did. It took him a second to process that they were standing in front of a huge wall. There was nothing on it or around it. The hall seemed empty as well; most students were either in their dormitories or study hall. He remembered passing by that a couple of times, but he never thought much of it.

Out of nowhere, a door started to appear out of nothingness. It was faint and barely showing, but gradually, it sharpened and appeared more and more.

“Woah…” Jimin breathed out, squinting his eyes. He was already starting to doubt whether there was actually a door before or not.

Eunbi glanced at him then opened the door, walking into the room that appeared out of nowhere. She made sure to keep the door open for him in case it closed. If it did and he reopened it, he could’ve went to a room—or place—different from her. Of course, she wouldn’t mind having him stuck there forever, as she would finally get the rest she needed from the past seven years, but she didn’t have the choice.

“What are you waiting for? Come in before anyone comes!” Eunbi said in a hushed whisper, urging him to come in.

Jimin pressed his lips against each other tightly before he followed her. The second he entered, he found himself in a room he never went to before. He had been a prefect for a couple of years and a Head Boy too, but he never saw that room in his entire life.

It was spacious and definitely perfect for duels. There were big dolls and mannequins on the sides and corners with burns and missing limbs. ‘Probably from jinxes and spells aimed at them’ he concluded. He did a complete turn, admiring the place silently.

Eunbi tossed her bag on a table nearby and took out her wand. It wasn’t anything special, but she wouldn’t be able to live without it.

“Is this your first time here?” she commented while she walked to the end of a long red carpet.

“Yeah. How come I never knew about this place?” Jimin followed her actions and got into place. Eunbi shrugged at him nonchalantly and tucked her a strand of her hair behind her ear. She rolled her sleeves all the way to her forearm and tightened her ponytail.

Jimin mentally scoffed at her actions then gave her a faint smirk. “You’re going down, Eunbi.”

The duel didn’t exactly end in good terms. Jimin managed to injure one of her arms before she flicked his wand out of his hands, finishing the duel between them. The results ended exactly how Eunbi expected them to end, so she wasn’t that surprised. However, he drastically improved. Now, that impressed her.

“Not bad, Park. I expected worse.” Eunbi held onto her arm while walking to where her bag was. Her face twisted at the sudden shots of pain after Jimin could no longer see her face.

A couple of weeks have already passed since their duel, and they were practically over with their N.E.W.T. exams. Their grades were slowly coming out, and Eunbi aced most of them. Her injured arm was an obstacle for her as it was on her dominant hand. It took her a while to actually write.

Jimin, on the other hand, got the best marks—next to Eunbi—and seemed to continue his days normally. He tried his best to cover his worry over the small girl and not ask her if she was okay. He noticed how she was in her dorms almost every day and every night. He didn’t see her in like… three days so far. It did make him think about all of the things he said to her that could’ve possibly hurt her in any way, but he couldn’t think of anything. Everything he said was nothing new nor it was peculiar. ‘Perhaps because I injured her?’

His days were getting dull and boring. He had no one to tease or make fun of. I mean, he could do that with his group of friends, but all of them tease him instead. Therefore, he can’t tease them back or it would sound too out of place. Maybe that was the reason why he felt lonely. He had no one to tease… right?

Jimin clearly remembered the time he met her last time. She was holding a tissue against her nose with her straight hair covering most of her face. She seemed to be rushing and had something important to do. Jimin couldn’t catch up with her, so they didn’t even lock eyes. He can’t bring himself to the girls’ dormitory since he had the authority to do that. He was too much of a coward to approach her and ask her what was wrong.

“Woah, Jimin! Another full grade. No surprise right there.” His close friend, Taehyung, commented loudly and handed him his graded test. A perfect ‘Outstanding’ was written on the top right corner of his exam paper.

Jimin’s lips curled into a small smile at Tae’s little praise, his cheeks slightly turning pink. You might think that he should’ve been a Ravenclaw, but Slytherin fits him the most. He was ambitious and a hard worker. He, like Eunbi and many other Slytherins, would be the last to leave class to finish their notes or the last to sleep from staying up studying for their O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. He strove for praises and basically lived off them. Jimin is stubborn and persistent too. He wasn’t willing to change his ideas and opinion unless he fully got convinced. His stubbornness was the main reason why he was so adamant on annoying the short girl.

Speaking of her, she finally came to class that time. Her hair was down again, and she didn’t seem too bothered by the noise in the class. Her hand jutted down quick notes with a smooth handwriting. Her short giggles would add to the noisiness of the classroom. Her friend, Yerin, succeeded on making his little bee smile once again. He really had to talk to her.

A little after class, the duo was the last to leave again. Eunbi was finishing her notes, and Jimin did the same as an excuse to stay with her. He got sidetracked for a bit and managed to notice her figure leaving the classroom. Shoving all of his stuff in his bag messily and hurriedly, Jimin stood up quickly—giving him a temporary dizziness. He clumsily followed her. Her figure sped up upon hearing his footsteps. He knew that she didn’t want to talk to him.

“Eunbee?” he called out as he started to jog after her.

Eunbi stopped in her tracks then looked at the boy in a dark green uniform. He didn’t look that different from that time. It was like history repeating itself. The two were pretty close to that room too. It was weird… It felt exactly like déjà vu.

Jimin wasn’t exactly the reason why she stopped in her tracks. She stopped because she heard her name.

Eunbi entered her Potions class with quick sniffs. She crumbled the bloody tissue in her hand and tossed it in the trash bin. She had been getting regular nosebleeds due to extreme stress and fatigue. She was so obsessed with the idea of beating Jimin that she hadn’t been taking care of herself properly. The only good thing that came out of that was her rarely seeing him nowadays and getting Outstanding in all of her classes except for one. She didn’t have to deal with his harsh words anymore or go through their daily quarrel anywhere.

Just when she sat on her desk, she found a pack of tissues and a potion in a small tube with the label ‘Calming Draught’ on it. She also found a folded note on the side.

‘Hello Eunbee,

You’ve been extremely stressed lately and nervous about our test results. I’m pretty sure that you’d do great! Just don’t stress out yourself too much.

From, CH.’

Her eyebrows furrowed at the note, trying to remember anyone with the initials CH. She couldn’t think of anyone, making her even more confused. Why would a stranger send her such stuff? Her mind immediately jumped to the conclusion of the person being her ‘secret lover’ but she scoffed at that thought afterwards.

Suddenly, Jimin entered the classroom, making eye contact with her for half a second.

That wasn’t the only time she received such stuff. It made her heart flutter every time she saw something on her desk from afar when she entered her class.

“Eun… bee?” she whispered with her hand slightly covering her mouth before she quickly dropped it down. “Did you just call me Eunbee? As in bee? Bee in English?”

Jimin didn’t seem to focus on what she was saying. He was too carried by checking out her appearance. This time, she was the one with eyebags and messed up hair. Her shirt wasn’t even tucked in well!

“What?” Jimin snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her in the eyes. “I called you Eunbi not Eunbee. Why would I…?”

Eunbi let out a sigh—both a relieved one and a sad one. She was sad because she thought she found who was sending her messages and potions the entire time even if it was someone she hated. She was also relieved that it wasn’t Jimin either. The last thing she wanted was to find out that he liked her.

“Oh, okay.” Eunbi gave him a tightlipped smile then turned her heel and continued walking.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Jimin sighed out loudly and caught up with her, standing in front of her to stop her from waking. “Is it because I hurt you that time? You already know that I won’t apologize. It was a duel and someone getting hurt was inevitable.”

“Did you seriously approach me after days just to justify yourself? Not everything revolves around you, Jimin! I never expected an apology from you, and I don’t want one. I don’t care, Jimin. I don’t care about you. I don’t care about anything related to you. So, please, please leave me alone.” Eunbi’s voice was getting louder and louder by each word she said.

Jimin clenched his fist in his pocket and bit his lower lip out of frustration. He couldn’t exactly describe what he felt the second he heard her say that she didn’t care. He knew that she didn’t, but hearing it coming from her mouth hurt him in ways he never thought he would.

He let out a sigh, “Listen, Eunbi. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Whatever, Jimin. I’m serious about this. Leave me alone… for once.”

And with that, with a swish of her robe and a twist of her heel, Eunbi walked away from the hopeless boy who was holding on tight to a small paper.

Finally, N.E.W.T.s were finally over. Eunbi aced her Potions practical and writing test. She was the only one who was able to do so, which surprised both her and the professor. Jimin did horrible compared to his exams, but he didn’t seem that bothered when he looked at it. Eunbi was staring at him from the corner of her eye for the rest of the class. A simple sigh and flipping the paper wasn’t how you were supposed to react when you get Acceptable.

Of course, when the professor handed out her exam to her, he praised her for being the only student to not have not even one mistake. He even went as far as saying that she would be able to create one of the hardest potions ever—Felix Felicis. It would take more than six months to be brewed correctly. Eunbi was able to brew a Polyjuice potion in her second year at Hogwarts, so it would probably be easy for a prodigy.

Eunbi, being a sucker for praise, thanked him and bowed her head too. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink from the amount of attention she suddenly had on her.

“What did you get, loser?” Eunbi called out for Jimin while waving her exam paper. Their exam results were out and Eunbi was more than satisfied with her grades. She couldn’t wait until she got to brag about them to Jimin.

“Obviously, an O.” Jimin scoffed and squinted his eyes at her exam sheet, snatching it from her hands. She also got an O. “Didn’t it take you hours of constant study to achieve that? It took me only an hour.”

“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if you drink Liquid Luck beforehand.” Eunbi rolled her eyes. “You aren’t always giddy and happy, though.”

“Are you calling me lucky?”

“Listen, fucker. Remember that time where you—”

“Listen, fucker.” Jimin first mocked her, making his voice even higher. “How many times will you remind me of that incident? It already ruined my reputation when people found out that I got saved by a midget.”

“Hey! Your voice is already high-pitched, so no need to make it even higher. It would basically sound the same.” Eunbi grabbed her exam sheet from her and walked away from his desk before he could reply back to her.

With that being over, they finally started class. They were supposed to learn how to brew The Draught of Living Death. It’s an extremely powerful potion that makes whoever drinks it get into a really deep slumber. It was hard to perfect too, but Eunbi accepted all challenges when it came to Potions. She just loved that subject to death.

“Students, please pair up with whoever you wish to pair up with. Doesn’t matter if they’re from the same house as you or not.” The professor instructed them before he started writing on the board with white chalk.

Everyone already had a partner and was sitting with them except for Eunbi and Jimin. Jimin preferred working alone whereas Eunbi had no one to pair with. She didn’t really like any of the students in her class and often ignored them. Therefore, they had no choice but to actually work together. And again, that was no surprise. They always had to pair up together if both sides didn’t have a partner.

It wasn’t Jimin who approached Eunbi first, but it was rather the latter. For a good, straight week, he avoided her. He didn’t even maintain eye contact with her. Whenever he saw her, he would just ignore her and walk away. It wasn’t like she was bothered by it, but she never expected him to actually do it. She definitely felt lonelier than before. Plus, she stopped receiving notes and small gifts from that secret person for a week. Eunbi just convinced herself by saying:

“What happened to that person who kept sending you notes and shit?” Yerin asked her while she ate from het spicy noodles. Her hair was tucked behind both ears while she blew on her noodles to make it not too hot to eat.

“They stopped sending them…” Eunbi sighed out and nibbled on her pickled radish. “They probably stopped since we finished our exams.”

Eunbi held all of her stuff and started to walk slowly to Jimin’s desk. He was already preparing the ingredients to start working by himself. Seeing that he already started working by himself made her walk even slower. She never felt that nervous in approaching him. Her heart was already starting to beat fast out of nowhere and her hands were sweating too.

She placed down her stuff on the empty desk beside his then looked up to talk to him. Just as she was about to open her mouth, he ignored her and went back to the cupboard to get two Sopophorous beans. Eunbi pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow before she started to check how many ingredients were left. There wasn’t anything other than the beans, so she just started on her work.

The duo ended up working in silence, each with their own pot. They were supposed to finish it today, but with students not being able to cut the bean, Eunbi highly doubted that they would. The wrinkled beans were flying everywhere. Whenever they tried to cut one, it would jump or hump away. One was even going to hit Eunbi right in her face, but due to Jimin’s quick reflexes, he blocked it from hitting her forehead. Being a leader of the Quidditch team really paid off.

“Thank you.” She muttered, glancing at him. She managed to see how he was doing with his potion, and it wasn’t going well for him either. His hair was getting really messy and all over the place. He managed to cut the bean, but he didn’t get that much of juice from it. Hence, he was a bit hesitant on continuing his work.

Eunbi, on the other hand, was waiting for the salt water to rest for five minutes exactly. Seeing Jimin struggle with angling the cauldron in order to pour drops of wormwood essence made her reach out and replace his hands with hers. Her right hand held onto his cauldron and angled it slightly, and with her other hand, she poured in the essence while counting them under her breath.

“Now do the same thing but with your left hand and at a different angle.” She instructed while handing him the bottle.

Jimin nodded at her without uttering any word and did exactly what she said. His teeth were playing with his lips, too focused into what he was doing. Brewing that potion was nowhere near easy. It had a lot of steps that was too confusing. Even Eunbi felt lost at certain steps, not really sure on how to continue.

After a couple of tries and frustrated groans, Potions class has ended with no one being able to brew it properly. One student’s potion caused a sudden explosion when the teacher placed a small leave in his cauldron to check if it was brewed properly. For Eunbi, her potion’s color didn’t match exactly what the instructions said in her book. It definitely did frustrate her; she never got such bad results. Even the teacher tsked at her when he passed by her desk, and he let out a small, disappointing sigh when he saw Jimin’s bizarre potion in his pot.

Once the teacher dismissed the class, Jimin and Eunbi were assigned to return everything back to their place. It was their turn that time, thus; they stayed behind. It was their last class for the day, so they could spend there as long as they wanted to.

The stillness in the air made it difficult for Eunbi to think properly in order to forget the presence of Jimin. It was really awkward between them, and it got even worse when Eunbi accidentally bumped against his chest.

She was placing a box of Valerian roots in one of the cupboards, and when she turned around, she bumped into him. He was trying to place Asphodel to where it belonged. Her forehead hit his chest with her head tilted down. It was as if he suddenly planted roses on her cheeks because she was very red from that incident. They never got that close before other than the time Jimin decided to tease her by being close to her. He wasn’t that close to her that time either.

Jimin’s eyes were wide open when he felt her body hit against his. Instinctively, his body started heating up and sweating from the sudden close contact. Sure, he was with multiple girls and did things that he was rumored for with them, but being that close to Eunbi made his heart combust. It was weird how a ‘Sex God’ would get vulnerable and submissive for a girl who barely reached his shoulder.

Jimin closed his eyes for a good two seconds, let out a deep breath, leaned over and placed what he was holding inside the cupboard. He could feel her stop breathing for a second before she inhaled out nervously. Just when he felt her petite hand about to hold his shirt, he quickly stepped back and walked away with his heart beating against his ribcage. He made sure to not let her see his tomato-like face. ‘Fuck.’ That was the only thing that came in his mind after that.

Thankfully, they had nothing more to do, so Jimin left immediately. He had Quidditch practice, anyways. He was late, but ‘better late than never’ he always said. Jimin knew deep down that he just used that as an excuse to not talk to Eunbi.

It was really hard to avoid her. There were many times where he had to hold himself back from talking to her. It became a habit of his to say sarcastic remarks directed towards her, and it was hard to not do that. He would even find himself staring at her while thinking. It would’ve been really embarrassing if she caught him staring with a blank face.

At first, it was easy to avoid her. He grew hurt over her words—which she probably said out of anger, or so he hoped—that he held a grudge against her for a while. It was typical for a Slytherin to hold a lot of grudges and for a long period of time. Since he grew so attached to her, he couldn’t hold it on for too long. Jimin still questioned himself, ‘Why did I end up getting emotionally attached to her? How?’

Shaking off his thoughts, Jimin walked to the Quidditch field.

Eunbi decided to stay behind and work again on the potion. She really wanted to perfect it. Being a perfectionist made her stay up countless of nights trying to perfect everything she had to do.

Her hair was retied into a ponytail that time and made sure to let all of her hair pushed backwards. Her sleeves were rolled up—something she did whenever she was about to do something that she had to focus on. It made her more focused, somehow.

She first started off with the bean, struggling with cutting it. She was close to cutting herself when she held it down tightly with her thumb and index finger. Eunbi even thought of holding it down but holding the knife as if she was going to stab someone and stabbing the bean. She quickly dropped that idea in the fear of stabbing herself instead. Just when she was holding it between her fingers, she realized how easy it could be crushed. Therefore, she crushed it with the flat side of her knife rather than her fingers or hands.

Then, she followed the rest of the steps carefully, making sure to set a timer to get it exactly right. However, when she was putting drops of the bean’s juice, she accidentally put it a drop extra that made her panic.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She kept cursing loudly since there was no one in the room while walking around in frustration. She was about to run her fingers through her hair but realized that it was tied back, so she rested her hand on her head. Eunbi checked the watch on her wrist and realized that it was getting late already. They were going to close the class room once it was time for them to sleep, so she didn’t have a lot of time to redo it. “I’ll just continue with that.”

Eunbi went back to her cauldron and continued to stir it, gradually adding in more substance. Finally, she just had to stir it, leave it for two minutes, add another root and leave it to brew. She held her large spoon with her dominant hand and rested the other one on her hips. Just as she finished stirring it anti-clockwise, she stirred it clockwise too. The book didn’t tell her to do that, but she already gave up at that point. While she left her potion to brew, she began tidying up the mess she did.

“EUNBI!” Yerin barged into the room out of nowhere, causing her friend to jump ten feet high.

Eunbi got scared for a good second before she saw her friend by the door, panting heavily. “Jesus Christ. You scared the shit out of me.” She sighed out, as her heart continued to beat fast from the sudden appearance of Yerin. “What’s wrong? You look like you ran for five kilometers.”

“Because I did! I was watching Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s Quidditch practice just to spend time with that cute girl I told you about, but all of a sudden, someone fell from their broom.” Yerin explained with exaggerated hand movements.

Eunbi raised an eyebrow at her and let out another sigh. “You ran all the way to here just to tell me this?”

She glanced at the potion and decided to leave it overnight just like her textbook instructed her. It looked pretty good since she fucked up three times already. It confused her because such advanced potions usually don’t work out if there was a small mistake.

“Eunbi… It’s Jimin who fell. He just suddenly—I don’t know! He fainted out of nowhere. He looked pretty sick and pale before practice. I know you really hate him, but I felt like telling y—” Yerin stopped halfway through her sentence when Eunbi’s figure passed by her quickly. She turned around and saw Eunbi running down the hall as fast as she can.

‘He’s probably at the infirmary now.’ Eunbi thought to herself and headed there.

Her thoughts and feelings all rushed at once that became indescribable. She was more than worried about him. They weren’t exactly on the best terms, and their secret feelings weren’t mutual. That didn’t prevent her from checking on him. She tried so hard to convince herself into hating him, but deep down, she knew she couldn’t. Spending seven years with him by her side somehow affected him. She even felt lonely when they started ignoring each other.

Eunbi ignored the burning feeling in her legs and continued running to the infirmary ward. Her hair bounced behind her while her robe was flying too. She could care less at that point. She just hoped that Jimin was fine.

She entered the spacious room suddenly, grabbing the attention of some of the patients there. But that didn’t matter at all. Eunbi had to see her blond friend.

“Jimin?” she instinctively muttered out while she walked around with a slight panic dancing around her feet. She then finally reached his bed where he was laying down on peacefully.

His hair was flat against his forehead, and his mouth was lightly opened. Soft snores came out of his mouth whenever he took in deep breaths. His leg seemed to be in a cast—he broke his left leg. It pained her to see him so fragile and tired. There were huge bruises on the left side of his face too. He probably fell and hit his entire left side of his body.

Eunbi’s hand reached out shakily to the bruised side of his face. His once smooth skin was then covered in splashes of dark blue and purple. It looked like it really hurts from how discolored it was. She never saw such a bad bruise in her entire life especially on a person she was attached to.

Her shaking hands rested against his face; her warm skin meeting his freezing skin. If it weren’t to his heavy breathing, she would had thought that he was dead from how cold he was. He was very pale as well with a slight blue-ish tint. It really worried her. She couldn’t help but feel that.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, sadness evident in her voice.

Eunbi really regretted being that harsh to him. She failed to notice that he, too, was equally stressed out as she was. She then remembered his appearance a week before their exams, and it made her feel even more guilty than before. She really gave her a hard time and thought only about herself. Just the thought of Jimin being alone with no support felt like a stab to the heart.

After a while, she dropped her hand and held his freezing hand. Thankfully, they were covered by the curtains, so no one else saw what Eunbi was doing. She didn’t want to be close to him in front of other students who thought that the duo hated each other.

Intertwining their fingers together, Eunbi started to talk in a low voice. “I really should’ve been considerate towards you. It’s pathetic how I finally decide to talk to you once you get injured and badly hurt. I’m too much of a coward to say this to your face, but I… I really want us to be friends instead. That seems impossible, considering your feelings aren’t mutual. I just felt really lonely for the past week because you weren’t pestering me all time. I regret saying ‘I don’t care’ because I do. I care a lot.”

Eunbi felt a lot better after getting that off her chest. There was a lot more that she wanted to say, but she had to leave, anyways. Her curfew was about to start, and she had to patrol around the Slytherin house to make sure there weren’t any student out.

“Now I have to patrol around by myself… again.” She sighed out then slowly pulled her hand away from his. Eunbi felt like something was stuck in her throat, making it harder for her to say anything. She felt like crying in guilt and regret, but Eunbi rarely cried. She hated crying more than anything.

However, something stopped her from pulling her hand away.

His now-warm hands held hers tightly, not wanting to let go. He first held her by hooking his fingers with hers then he tugged her closer to him in order to properly hold her hand.

“What…?” she first thought out in confusion, staring at their hands with a small blush. ‘Was he a-awake the whole time?’ she stammered nervously.

She waited for a couple of seconds, waiting for him to move to say anything. Nothing. He did nothing other than stop snoring and holding her hand. Glancing at their hands again, Eunbi decided to stay a bit longer. She pulled a chair closed to his bed and sat down beside him. Her hand was still holding his hand, but it was resting on his chest that time.

Eunbi sat staring at his face silently and intently, not wanting to cause any disturbance. She never stared at his face for that long in her life. She never noticed how he had three moles on his forehead and one on his neck. His hair usually covered his forehead all the time, so she never noticed, of course. Eunbi’s eyes lingered on the sleeping boy longer than intended. He looked so peaceful and innocent while sleeping; it was magical. His cheeks were hollowed in, though. They used to be chubby and always gave her the urge to squeeze or poke them. Now, they were gone. They were gone and filled with deep colors and even a small cut. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, honestly. His wrists looked really thin too.

“Please take care of yourself.” Eunbi muttered under her breath unintentionally.

After a couple of minutes, Eunbi checked the time and saw that she really had to go. There were times where she hated being a Head Girl and that time was one of them. If she could stay up all night beside him, she would. It would had been really confusing to Jimin if he woke up to find her sleeping on the chair beside him with his hand holding hers.

She leaned forward towards his face and touched his forehead with the back of her hand to check whether he was still cold. Instead, he got a lot warmer than before, causing her to let out a sigh of relief. ‘He’s getting better.’ She thought with a small smile. Eunbi then proceeded by covering his exposed forehead with his dyed hair, her fingers running through them softly. His hair was surprisingly soft which explained why her she kept running her fingers through his hair for a while.

Jimin leaned closer to her while his eyes were closed. He softly pressed his lips against hers and slightly tightened his grip on her hand. His lips stayed still on hers since Eunbi didn’t kiss him back. Her eyes were wide open in shock, instead. She was lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even feel nor see him move. It definitely surprised Eunbi. He was supposed to be sleeping not listening to her silently.

Eunbi’s cheeks were redder than ever. Her blind went blank for five seconds exactly, too overwhelmed by the sudden hormones released within her body. The last thing she ever expected from him was him kissing her. His lips were smooth and plump that drove her even crazier. There were times where she actually wondered how would it feel like to kiss him. He was rumored to be one of the best kissers in school, and Eunbi impulsively thought about that whenever she daydreamed.

Not wasting any other seconds, she closed eyes and kissed him back, completely melting into the kiss. Her heart was beating way too quickly while she felt electricity down her spine. She slowly pulled away her hand from his hair and cupped the non-bruised side of his face gently. Eunbi made him lean back, so it would be more comfortable for him. He was injured, after all.

Their kiss wasn’t anything over the top. It wasn’t filled with their tongues clashing with each other. Their lips moved slowly and passionately against each other in a perfect sync. Eunbi did kiss many guys in her life, but she couldn’t be compared to Jimin. He was extremely good at kissing. The way he—once—softly bit her bottom lips then lightly wrapped his arm around her waist somehow made kissing him even better than it already is.

Soon, the two had to pull away to breathe. Eunbi rested her forehead against his after it, not really wanting to pull away. Her chest was heaving up and down heavily. Jimin, on the other hand, opened his eyes for the first time that night. His lips were a bit swollen and red from how long they had kept making out. Seeing Eunbi’s lips in the same state as his because of him made him feel all kinds of feels.

Eunbi’s eyes opened a second after he opened his, not really knowing what to do or how to react. She started to rub her thumb against his cheek—which she previously rested her hand on during their kiss. She tried her best to not hurt him while doing that. After staying in that position for a while—their eyes staring deeply at each other, Eunbi pulled her face and hand away from his face. However, she kept holding his hand with her other one.

“I will.” Jimin spoke out of nowhere, slightly tightening his grip on her hand for a second.

Eunbi looked at him in confusion. “Will what?”

“I will take care of myself.” And for the first time in seven years, she saw him smile at her.

It had been three days already. Whenever they saw each other, Eunbi’s cheeks would immediately change in color, just like his. They would get slightly pushed forward if one of their friends were beside them, teasing them about the kiss they shared. No one knew about it other than Jimin’s and Eunbi’s circle of friends. They—their friends—would try to get them to talk to each other, but they grew shy and would most likely stutter a lot. Many students had noticed that too. The school grew quiet due to their lack of fights.

During Potions class, they were still paired up together. They would accidentally bump hands from time that sent them both into a red mess. Somehow, Eunbi managed to get them an O on their assignment of making the Draught of Death. It confused her how she got it correct despite making three mistakes. She definitely had to redo it but how the book instructed her to do to see if there were any differences. Hence, she did that during the weekend.

It was their fourth day.

Eunbi was in the Room of Requirement with a bunch of ingredients and torn papers on a huge desk. Her cauldron was in the middle with medium fire beneath it. She spent her entire day off just to test an advanced potion. She really loved potion-making which was obvious at that point. It didn’t bore her. Instead, she enjoyed it. It was her hobby. However, it made her lose a track of time. It was already midnight. Thankfully, it wasn’t her turn to patrol, so she took her time in finishing the potion.

Her results did satisfy her in a way. She managed to get her hands on a different potions book and found another recipe! So, she did that one too. It wasn’t as complicated as the one in her text book; she finished it really quickly. While it was left on the fire, Eunbi started to clean the mess she did. She planned on staying there overnight since she was too lazy and didn’t want to risk getting caught by a teacher or another Head Student.

Eunbi hummed softly while cleaning to distract herself. Her steps were a bit airy and danced around faintly. She loved doing that whenever she was cleaning or had to do something. It made her have a bit of fun while doing that. It was a weird way of enjoying things, but she didn’t care as long as no one saw her.

Her dancing came to a halt when she went to check her cauldron. She turned the fire beneath it off and dropped a leaf into the purple mixture. Only half of it dissolved, making her let out a frustrated groan. It was becoming a waste of time to her at that point. She felt herself take back everything she said about how she loved potions and pouted at herself in frustration.

“Are you seriously going to keep trying it over and over again? You already got it correct in that ‘secret’ way of yours.” A voice boomed into the place, making her jump a bit in her seat. It was Jimin.

“Ah, you scared me.” Eunbi placed her hand over her chest in a way to calm herself down.

Jimin stood by the door with his hands in his pants. It was a habit for him to shove his hands in his pockets. Nonetheless, he looked quite attractive while leaning against the door frame too. He was completely healed by then. She noticed how he didn’t limp as he used to before when he walked towards her and how his bruises were gone.

“I’m just curious… It’s fun, anyways.” Eunbi’s voice got lower with each word as she looked down at the large table. She wrapped up the herbal roots she had and carried the rest of the stuff she had to the cupboards on the wall.

Jimin nonchalantly sat on her couch and ran his fingers through his hair while looking at her bouncing around. Seeing her struggle to put on some stuff on the top shelf immediately reminded him of that time they bumped into each other accidentally. Weirdly, he realized how Eunbi reached out to hug him—he felt her hand reaching out to his shirt or waist—and back when they kissed, he was the one who reached out to her. It seemed a bit funny for him how things kept getting mirrored between them.

“You’re going to sleep here?” Jimin asked her once he saw her blankets on the couch he sat on.

Eunbi nodded back in response. “Yeah. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Mhm.” He leaned backwards against the couch, his eyes wandering around the place in curiosity. It was different this time. Last time there were a bunch of mannequins and a long carpet on the floor, but it became all cupboards and drawers. It seemed like a Potions class that he didn’t know off. Jimin still didn’t know how the RoR worked.

“Uh, can you please turn around and close your eyes. I want to change.” Eunbi said shyly when she took her pajamas that were beside him. It was a white tank top with some dark green hoodie and sweatpants.

Jimin’s cheeks heated up and nodded, facing the opposite direction and placing his hands on his eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up more and more whenever he thought how the girl he, possibly, liked was half-naked behind him. He managed to catch a glimpse of her white tank top and thanked the Lord above that she was going to wear a hoodie on top of it. Jimin felt as if he was going to light up into flames if he saw her only in a tank top. A white one to be precise.

“I’m done.” Eunbi informed him quietly and started to fold her uniform and robe. “Why are you here, anyways?”

She sat down beside him, still folding her clothes. Her hoodie’s hood was over her head and covered most of her face. Well, it reached till her forehead. ‘Cute.’ Jimin thought to himself with a small smile before he took her large robe to help her fold her clothes faster.

“I just wanted to talk with you about… something.” Jimin stammered nervously. He didn’t know how to exactly start. He could tell that Eunbi knew exactly what he wanted to talk about and that made him even more nervous than before.

Eunbi paused for a second then continued with her work, giving him a small nod on urging him to continue what he wanted to say. She perfected her blank face, but her brain was screaming ‘fuck’ repeatedly. She was starting to panic from the inside.

“About the kiss. I- um-” Jimin forgot everything that he wanted to say; he wanted to die from embarrassment. He placed the robe he folded on top of the ones Eunbi just finished then cleared his throat and looked at her properly. “Why didn’t you push me back?”

Eunbi gathered all of the courage she had and looked up at him. Her fingers were starting to play nervously with each other when she bluntly said, “I didn’t want to.”

“Do you regret it?” Jimin’s voice went a bit lower this time. He was starting to ask a lot of questions, and he hoped that she wouldn’t misunderstand him. It was the last thing he wanted that time.

“Do you want a truth or lie?” Eunbi said after a pause and started playing with the hem of her hoodie. Jimin didn’t waste a second on replying back.

“I didn’t. It’s because—” she immediately got cut off by him.

Jimin slightly pouted at her. “I wanted to talk first. Anyways, if you’re wondering why I kissed you then—”

“If you’re here to tell me that it was a mistake, please leave.” Eunbi suddenly broke eye contact with him and looked down at her hands.

“No. I- I heard everything you said that night, and it’s the main reason why I’m so nervous right now.” He held her left hand with the two of his shaky hands. “It’s been bothering me lately, and I’ve been dying to tell you. My feelings towards you are mutual.”

Eunbi looked up at him quickly with her eyes open. He was looking at their hands rather than her face which explained why he was able to say something at that point. “Wha—”

“Except for one thing.” Jimin cut her off again. “I don’t want us to be friends. I want something more than that. I want to be able to hold you whenever I want you and comfort you during your exams. I want to play with your hair and shower you with compliments.”

Eunbi used her free hand to hold his shaky hands and calm him down. It was like she was indirectly encouraging him to go on.

“You know how you used to get secret notes and small gifts when we had our N.E.W.T.s? They were all from me… that’s why I accidentally called you Eunbee once. When you fought with me that time, I got really hurt and stopped sending you notes. That’s why you haven’t gotten them in forever. It’s such a cliché thing to do, but I had no other way to express my feelings.” Jimin confessed, feeling his heart about to burst from how fast it was beating. He never, ever felt this way in his life before. He never got so vulnerable to a girl—or anyone—before.

Silence filled the room afterwards, and that made Jimin feel even worse. It was like his stomach and intestines were being squeezed then thrown in a blender. Rejection never felt so bad in his life.

“Jimin…” That was the first word she said to break the iciness of the air. “Look at me.”

Jimin slowly lifted his head up to look at her properly. He could feel his cheeks and ears burning, but he hoped that it wasn’t that noticeable. He felt more than embarrassed. He hadn’t confessed to a girl like this properly. All his relationships were one-sided; he dated just for the sake of dating. He never confessed to a girl he actually liked.

“I like you too, Jimin.” Eunbi confessed with confidence.

Jimin didn’t know how to react. He never expected her to actually like him back. There were times where he thought that she did like him back, but being the ‘insecure lil-shit’—he always called himself that—he convinced himself that she didn’t like him. It was best to let his expectations low rather than high. He didn’t want to be disappointed later on.

“Y-You do?” Jimin asked with hope glittering in his eyes. Eunbi nodded back him with a reassuring smile and another hand squeeze. She really knew how to comfort him—how to reassure him. She even went as far as leaning forward and planting a short-lived kiss on his lips. Jimin still felt the same electricity he felt that night at the infirmary. It still shook him to the core of his heart that he forgot to kiss back.

Jimin looked in a daze after she pulled away. He became such a mess whenever he got that close to her. From his messed-up hair to his sweaty palms, it was safe to say that he fell in love with her. He couldn’t think or process things properly in his mind when Eunbi was within his sight. And that was exactly how he was at that moment. With no effort, he reattached his lips against hers, craving for the taste of them.

He sneakily, but properly, wrapped his arms around her waist this time, and Eunbi wrapped her arms around his neck as well. It was definitely getting hotter between them. The gap between them was getting smaller and smaller since Jimin kept leaning forward. Their kiss felt a little bit needier that time. His tongue instantly collided with hers in an open mouth kiss that was full of teeth clashing. It was getting hotter and hotter each second. He couldn’t help but push her backwards, softly resting her back against the couch.

Eunbi felt body slightly to start sweating from how hot it became. Her thick hoodie didn’t make it any better. She just wanted to take it off and throw it away, but she wasn’t really wearing any bra underneath her top. With her chest pushed against his, he probably knew that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Except for her panties.

Pulling him closer to her, she hooked her legs around his legs, completely closing the space between them when she pressed her hips against his. For once, they felt whole just like a completed puzzle. Their movements were in sync. Their lips kept moving together at once, and their lower bodies lightly grinded against each other. His hands slithered underneath her outerwear and rested against the sides of her body, gripping on them. The two never felt so emotionally attached to someone. It definitely made their experience feel a lot better.

Eunbi couldn’t exactly explain what was going through her mind other than she was desperate for him. She wanted him to be hers and only hers for the rest of her life. It was ironic how she hated him a month ago, but liked him a month after. She didn’t exactly, really hate him. She just masked her developing feelings with that in order to not deal with a one-sided crush on someone who despised her at that time.

Just when she was running out of breath, Jimin pulled away from her and asked, “can I take off your clothes?”

“Yeah.” She breathed out in both excitement and nervousness.

“Are things moving way too fast for you? Is this your first time?” Jimin asked her at once. It was evident that he cared about her. He seemed too focused on making her feel comfortable and pleasured. Eunbi’s heart lurched the second time he asked her, just wanting to be sure that she wasn’t feeling pressured or forced.

Eunbi smiled at him and shook her head. It wasn’t really her first time, nor it was her second. She really had no shame in saying that whether to Jimin or someone else. “Just take off my hoodie already. It’s getting hot.”

“Whatever you wish for, princess.” He chuckled and took off her hoodie smoothly. His actions moved against her body with ease that made her feel aroused more than she already is. The way the word ‘princess’ rolled off his mouth fluently filled her with all kinds of lust. She could feel the knot in her lower abdomen tightening.

Jimin’s eyes stared at her perked nipples that showed through her white tank top. His half-lidded eyes started lustfully at them for a while with his teeth toying with his bottom lip. He then leaned down and gave her a quick peck. She quickly grabbed his tie to prevent him from leaning away and forcefully pulled him closer to her. Her swollen lips kissed his roughly with her hips bucking up for some sort of friction.

“Are you that eager?” he scoffed playfully when he pulled away and cupped her through her clothed core. Jimin enjoyed seeing her writhe underneath him and nod her head eagerly. The way she bit her lips to hold in her moans while she tried to rub herself against his fingers. “You’d have to wait a bit more, princess.”

Eunbi let out a frustrated groan and stared at him tug at his tie before opening it. Even the way he took off his clothes made him look hotter than he already was. The way he removed them with no problem and ruffled his hair messily afterwards turned her on. At this point, she knew that she would orgasm the second he started his ministrations on her.

Once Jimin took all of his clothes, except for his boxers, he started kissing her neck all the way down to her collarbones. He made sure to spend extra time on each space to fill them with small bruises of love. As he made out against the valley between her neck and shoulder, he moved his left hand to her boobs and cupped one of them through her tank top. At first, he was gentle to test whether Eunbi was fine with that. Seeing her tilt her head even further and press her chest against him drove him into massaging it roughly. His thumb and index fingers toyed with her nipple, as he buried his face in her neck.

Eunbi not moaning even once was a new experience for him. Girls—the ones he fucked previously—tend to moan a lot that just working in hushed silence made it slightly weird. That didn’t discourage him, though. He mentally set a goal for himself to get her to moan before they started anything else.

Jimin’s left hand rested beneath her breast and started doing the same to her right one with his right hand this time. He was getting too carried by her boobs that he forgot that he kept sucking and nibbling against the same spot over and over again. When he detached his lips from his canvas, a small string of his saliva was attached to his plumper lips and her neck. However, the forming bruise on her neck was huge. It was deep colored, almost like the shades of a sunset but instead of yellow hues, they were green hues.

He didn’t waste any minute in going down to her chest. He first blew cold air on them, sending chills down her spine. Softly, but quickly, he flicked her perked nipples with the tip of her tongue through her white fabric. That made a silent moan escape her lips, and oh God how he loved that sound. She didn’t specifically moan out a certain word, thus; he set another goal for him. To make her moan his name.

Her tank top was already tossed away from them, exposing Eunbi’s bare chest. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby.” Jimin noticed how Eunbi loved getting praised and complimented. She would try to hold back a grin from appearing on her face and would redden whenever someone praised her for anything she did. He made a mental note to not forget to genuinely compliment her.

Then, he started by pecking her lips, then her jaw, then her the middle of her neck. He continued doing that till he reached the small curve between her boobs. He gave her right nipple a long and flat lick before he wrapped his mouth around it. Jimin kept massaging it with his tongue while his left hand kept playing with her left boob. He would teasingly would bite onto her perked bud, sending shocks of electricity through her body.

It was no lie that Jimin was pretty good. He was skilled in making a woman on the edge without even properly starting. Eunbi was trying her best to hold back her moans; she sensed that it was a growing competition between them. She, being the Eunbi we all know, didn’t want to lose to him for the nth time. The way his hardened member would rub against her wet—and clothed—core every once in a while made the pits of her abdomen to tighten.

She tangled her fingers in his blond locks and lightly pulled him closer to her. She could feel him smirk against her, but thankfully, he chose to not say anything. She didn’t want to deal with his teasing during such intimate moments too. She was grateful that he complied with her desires and got rougher with his movements.

Her lips parted open when she suddenly felt pressure on her clit, her grip on his hair tightened. His hand managed to squeeze between their bodies and found its way to her sensitive bud. She was already rubbing herself against his fingers desperately, not able to hold herself back. He didn’t bother moving her fingers nor pulling his hand away. His middle finger rested firmly against her; she felt like he wasn’t going to move until she told him that. She really didn’t want to lose to him, but she was starting to not care at that point. Eunbi was getting overwhelmed by her sexual frustration that she wanted to cum badly.

“Please start moving.” Eunbi mumbled shyly, her fingers tugging his hair.

“I didn’t even start moving, and I can feel your wetness through your sweatpants.” He joked with a slight smile after he pulled away from her chest.

“Don’t make me regret giving you my consent.” Eunbi sighed and ignored how her pink her face became from embarrassment.

“But I love teasing you. I love your cheeks would flush pink and how you would cutely scoff or sigh at me.” Jimin pouted while looking up at her and wrapping one arm around her waist. He wasn’t wrong after-all, as Eunbi did exactly what he just said. She fought back her smile and looked up at the ceiling.

Jimin moved up to her and pecked her lips, his dimple evident on the right side of his face. He loved how her cheeks got even redder while she tried to avoid making eye contact with him. He never saw her that shy and insecure in front of him, and he honestly thought that she looked adorable. He stared at her with a small eye smile then started to walk his way back down.

This time, he moved all the way to her hips. He held both sides on her pants and pulled it off her legs, making sure that he didn’t remove her underwear. Her bare legs slightly rubbed against each other, too embarrassed to open her legs again. Her actions casted doubt in his heart.

“Are you sure you want to…?” He asked for the third time, wanting nothing but reassurance from her.

“I’m more than sure.” Eunbi said firmly; she hoped that he would stop asking and trust her for once.

Jimin nodded at her then opened her legs with his warm hands only to get greeted by her pink lace underwear. She had a huge wet spot in the middle that made him feel more than proud that he was the one that caused that.

He first placed her legs on his shoulders with no effort before he started to rub his fingers against her. The roughness of her fabric added more to her pleasure that made her move her hips. Using his free hand, he hooked his arm around one of her legs to hold her down. A sharp breath left her mouth when he forcefully pinned her hips down and continued to rub his fingers through her clothed core. He continued to tease her for half a minute then changed what he was doing.

Jimin finally took off her underwear and tossed it away. A strand of her juices was attached to her underwear that made the sight even better to look at. He probably had a full boner by then but he just wanted to make her feel good at the time being.

“I’m so fucking lucky to be able to fuck you. You’re just so hot and beautiful that I can’t wait to be in you.” He breathed out against her core, sending vibrations through her body both from his words and his actions. “Fuck, you’re probably so, so wet and tight.”

A flick of his tongue against her clit made her moan louder than last time and tugged his hair again to encourage him to go on. He then ran his tongue flatly against her, ending it with a small ‘pop’. He continued doing that until he attached his lips around her clit, gently sucking on it. Her deep breaths filled the entire room while she tried to grind her hips against his face that caused Jimin to ‘tsk’.

“Fuck—Jimin…”  Eunbi moaned out when she felt him bit her very gently and softly. Just when she moaned out his name, he inserted one of his fingers—his index—into her and curled it. That wasn’t enough for her, she wanted more. She wanted him to fuck her badly and being slowly and painfully teased by him made her feel as if they would stay up for hours just fucking on the couch. It’s not like she didn’t mind; she got even more excited.

His ministrations soon became faster and quicker; his finger was moving in and out of her while he continued to lick and suck on her bundle of nerves. With his finger constantly hitting her g-spot recklessly, Eunbi felt close to her orgasm. It didn’t feel like she was just going to orgasm, but she felt more than that.

Jimin, being the experienced person he was, knew exactly that she was close to cumming. Her legs started to shake and her toes curled and uncurled uncontrollably. He could even feel her core throbbing against his finger that made him add an extra finger in, stretching her even further.

Eunbi’s hand impulsively pulled him closer to her in a way to get off quickly. It felt so good that she didn’t want to orgasm yet, but the knot in her abdomen made it hard to avoid that. His pumps became more rhythmic and faster. A small fuck left her mouth when he sank his teeth into her clit more roughly that time. She started to rub her boobs with her free hand that made her closer to her climax.

A second later, Eunbi’s back arched, as her orgasm ripped through her body. A plentiful of curse words left her mouth in a constant mantra of moans that made Jimin remove his fingers from her and lap her juices. His tongue running across her core made her ride out her orgasm, but seeing that he continued to that on her sensitive clit was becoming a bit painful for her. The grip she had on his hair became loose, as she bathed in the euphoria and pleasure.

“That was so hot, baby.” Jimin said after he pulled away with her juices covering his mouth and entire chin. He wiped them away with the back of his palm, accidentally smearing a bit to his jaw. “I never thought that you’re able to squirt.”

“To be frank, I didn’t know either.” Eunbi admitted and covered her most of her face with her hands. She never squirted in her life before, whether it was because of someone or her, but she lowkey loved it. It felt way better than just orgasming.

Her eyes lingered on his face and his slightly toned body. Due to his bad health, most of his muscles were lost and not visible. However, he still looked handsome in her eyes. He was still handsome to her that she couldn’t peel her eyes away from him. The way how his fingers fumbled around his belt with a part of his hair was sticking out. The way how her juices glistened on his face just added to his overall look. If it was her turn, she wouldn’t know where to place her lips on first.

Once he finally took off his pants and underwear, he towered over her again. Eunbi managed to get a glimpse of his hardened member that had precum on the tip before he rolled on a condom. ‘Fuck.’ She thought when she realized that she was actually sleeping with him. As stated before multiple times, she never expected to kiss him, let alone fucking him. Her heart would flutter every time she thought about how close their bodies would be and how his lips would constantly be on her skin.

A gasp left her mouth when she felt him enter her, stretching her apart. His face dropped into her neck with a moan leaving his mouth and onto her skin that sent vibrations all the way to her core. It was the first time that she heard him moan—or say something other than his sarcastic words—and it made her clench around him. That made him groan and moan at the same time.

“Stop it.” He groaned with her eyes shut close. He wasn’t fully in her, and he already thought that he was to cum right then and there. His fingers dug into her hips bones while he finally, finally he was in her. He didn’t move at all; he just wanted to enjoy it as much as he could before he started moving.

“Please start moving,” she pleaded, squirming under him.

Upon hearing her beg, he started to move in slow and languid movements, his slightly curved member hit her in places that had her legs shaking. She tilted her head to the side to be able to kiss his neck. Her tongue would sometimes lick his skin before she started to bite it. As she worked on giving him hickey on the side of his neck, Jimin grew more and more frustrated. He decided to pick up his fast and substituted his long movements with something quicker and faster.

“Oh, my God, Jimin.” She moaned and wrapped her arms around his torso. Her fingers were starting to dig into his back when his thrusts became more rhythmic than before. He would probably would end up with long, red scratches on his pale back, but he didn’t care. Fuck, her scratching him made him even go faster. It wasn’t only that, but her constantly saying his name in short and ragged breaths encouraged him.

Eunbi couldn’t think of anything at that moment. Her mind was overwhelmed by pleasure that she eventually stopped kissing his neck. She habitually grinded her hips against his that made his thrusts deeper while wrapped her legs around his hips. The heels of her feet dug into her lower back that made him dig deeper into her. The knot in the pit of stomach kept coiling and uncoiling that made her clench around him for a second.

Jimin took one of his hands and started to rub her swollen clit that drove her into clenching tightly around him. He huffed out her name in a silent moan beside her ear. His mouth dropped open a bit when he felt her intentionally clenching around him. He couldn’t think straight for exactly five seconds before he continued to rub her clit with his finger. Jimin felt himself closer to orgasming that made him panic inwardly. He didn’t want to cum before her; it would be such a turn off if he did that.

“Look at me.” He growled at her in a low voice.

Eunbi gladly obliged and tore her eyes open to look at him properly. The second she moved her head to the side to see him, Jimin cupped both sides of her face with his hands and kissed her, making sure to continue his thrusts. Eunbi immediately kissed him back, as passionately as him. Her back arched a bit that made her chest get pressed against his tightly. Unfortunately, the kiss didn’t distract them from their upcoming climax. Eunbi didn’t want to orgasm again; it felt way too good that she wanted to bask in constant pleasure.

It felt so different from her previous experiences. She really couldn’t describe how she felt, but each time he kissed her or thrusted harder, she could feel her stomach convulse and spasm. Along with that, she could feel herself come close to her orgasm for the second time. It was the best fuck she had in her entire life.

“Ah, fuck. I’m so close.” Jimin admitted sheepishly after he pulled away. “I don’t want to orgasm before you do.”

“I’m pretty close too.” Eunbi’s words did surprised him a bit. He thought that she was nowhere near orgasming. ‘That explains why she kept…’ he thought to himself then dropped his hands from her face. “Don’t cum yet, though. It would be such a dick move if you do.”

Jimin chuckled at her warning and nodded his head obediently.

His hand went back to her clit while the other one cupped her breast this time. His thrusts were becoming more sluggish and messy, but he tried to maintain his rhythm. He buried his face in her neck again, not thinking of anything other than making the two of them orgasm. Lewd sounds filled the room; the sound of his skin hitting against hers.

“Cum for me, baby girl. S-Show me how badly you want to cum.”

It wasn’t long until Eunbi came. Her grip on his torso went loose while Jimin’s name rolled off her mouth in a never-ending mantra. Her back arched once again, making her press her boobs press against her chest. Hot waves of pleasure filled her body due to her powerful orgasm. It was very powerful that she curled her toes and bolts of energy ran through her body.

Her muscles kept pulsing and clenching around him that made drove him to his climax too. He moaned her name against her neck and kept thrusting into her slowly this time. Eunbi moved her hips against his to help him—and her, too—ride off their highs.

Jimin slumped against her body, completely boneless in her. The two laid there in silence for a couple of seconds, recovering from their intense orgasms. It wasn’t long before Jimin pulled out of her. He took off his used condom and threw it away. He leaned over her body and grabbed one of his clothes to wipe her core from her and his juices. He took her hoodie and sweatpants, gently putting them on his naked girl’s body. Jimin wore his boxers before he proceeded by covering their body with her blankets and laying down by her side. Thankfully, the couch was quite spacious, so they weren’t stuck to each other.

It took him a while to notice her lingering stare on him that made his eyes crinkle into a small eye-smile. His arms wrapped around her bare waist comfortably and pulled her closer to him. He could feel her heart beating extremely quick in the same way his beat for her. They were literally connected by the heart. He could even feel their hearts beating at the same time after a while. For the first time in his life, he felt that much of a connection to someone. That connection made him peaceful.

Eunbi couldn’t stop staring at Jimin. She grew attached to him, and she doesn’t find herself leaving him anytime soon. Hopefully, she never would. After spending those past weeks in bad blood with him, Eunbi realized that she wouldn’t be able to live without him. His constant teasing and bragging grew on her that her day felt empty whenever he didn’t do that. By then, Eunbi realized that she fell way too deep.

Soon, physical exhaustion overcame them that made them fall asleep. Jimin made sure to peck her forehead and whisper ‘I won. Good-night, princess.’ before he slept after her.

When the duo entered the long, dining hall together, small whispers erupted at the sight of them not bickering for once. Eunbi would always have an annoyed face whenever Jimin was beside her, but she was laughing with him. The sight of her laughing at him while he looked at her with a faint smile and fondness in his eyes was bizarre and weird to other students. They, the new couple, didn’t seem that bothered by the stares they received and nonchalantly sat down beside Eunbi’s friend, Yerin, whose mouth was open in shock.

“You two… what?” Yerin said, forgetting how to speak properly. She stared at them; they sat on the seats in front of her together. They often sat away from each other or one sat on the opposite side of the other. Yerin swallowed her food and pointed her with her metal chopsticks at them. “Do you guys like… like each other or something?”

Jimin glanced at Eunbi then shrugged at Yerin’s question with an ‘innocent’ smirk. He secretly intertwined his pinky finger with hers beneath the table and started eating without saying anything.

While Eunbi ignored her friend’s question and started eating, she tugged his finger, holding back a smile. She could definitely get used to this.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can I request a Josh imagine? I just learned that his younger sister Abigail is the same age as me (she's 20, born in 1996). Can you do something like the reader is friends with Abigail and she invites the reader to her house for some sort of family get together, and Josh ends up smitten with the reader (I've realized that an 8 year age gap isn't that much once you enter your 20s). Thanks!

I hope this is good! I had a lot of fun writing it! Thank you for the request :)

“Abby, I’m not so sure this is the best idea,” You say nervously as you pull up next to the Dun residence. She had invited you over the thanksgiving since most of your family lived away, and you didn’t have any plans to visit over the holiday. But you weren’t very close with any of Abby’s family, and the idea of spending a whole weekend made you a bit uneasy.

“Don’t sweat it, Y/N,” She reassures you. “I’ve already talked to my parents and they feel the same way I do; you’re not spending thanksgiving weekend alone. They have the guest bed made up and everything.” She offers you a sweet smile. It eases the anxiety in your stomach a little bit, but not all the way. But who are you to argue. So you reach to the back of your car and grab your weekend bag and give Abby a smile signalling you’re ready to start the weekend.

Abby Dun’s house looks exactly how you thought it would; homely and clean. The Dun’s always seemed like that perfect American family to you and it made you a little nervous. You didn’t want to be a stain in their life.

“Y/N,” Mrs. Dun greets you with open arms as you enter into the kitchen after Abigail. You oblige, awkwardly patting her back. “I’m so glad you could join us this weekend. It’ll be so nice to have you.”

“Thank you for taking in a stray,” you half joke, offering your warmest smile. “I’m glad I don’t have to spend the holidays alone.”

“You’re always welcome here, dear,” She replies. “Now why don’t you show her to your room and introduce her to your sister and brothers. They’re all in the family room,” She suggest to Abby, who nods.

You follow Abby through the maze of their new house, dropping your things off in the guest bedroom before you follow her down to the basement, or as her mom called it, the family room. It was fairly big, with spacious couches and chairs all lined up around the large flat screen TV they had. Her sister and two brothers took up most of the main couch in front of the TV, so you stood awkwardly as Abby called attention to them.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N,” she gestures back to you. Ashley looks up and gives you a warm smile while the two brothers flash quick smiles, their attention mostly on the video game in front of them. “Y/N,” Abby continues. “This is Jordan, Josh and Ashley.”

“It’s really nice to meet you guys,” You say quietly, feeling awkward standing in the middle of the room. Abby sits down beside Jordan and you pick a chair that’s not as close to the TV.

“It’s good to have you here,” Ashley smiles. Then the awkward silence begins. Well it’s not really that awkward because everyone is fairly welcoming and all wants to get to know you, it just feels awkward because you’re not quite sure what to say. You felt like there was an elephant in the room, and it was Josh Dun.

It wasn’t a secret who Josh was or what he did for a living. And you were partially hoping that he wouldn’t be home. But of course he’d want to be with family during the holidays. You were star struck to be sitting so close to him. You had so many questions and really really wanted to ask him for a picture. But you didn’t want to be that friend, so you just sat awkwardly, watching the family interact with each other and answering questions when they asked.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Josh and Jordan put down the console controllers and high fived, congratulating each other on a good game. Then Josh looks over at you. “Sorry, I didn’t really get a chance to catch your name,” he tells you, standing up to shake your hand.

You feel like a flustered mess as you quickly stand up and reach for his hand. “Y/N,” you tell him as he has a firm grip on his hand, trying to avoid eye contact. You had a terrible habit of going bright red when you looked at someone you thought was attractive. And Josh was, well, Josh. Probably the most attractive man you had come across.

“Cool,” he smiles at you, gaze lingering a little bit longer than you were expecting. “Sorry about earlier,” he gives a quick look back at the TV and then down at his brother who’s still sitting on the couch. “We’ve been trying to beat that level forever,” He chuckles and his famous squinty eyed grin makes an appearance. You can feel your face starting to get hot and you desperately hope that it’s not noticeable.

“So how did you and Abby meet?” He asks, throwing a look over at his little sister, waiting for an answer from one of us.

“At work,” Abby answers before you do. “Y/N is the only one that I actually like there,” she laughs softly and you can help but to laugh either. You and Abby had bonded over your strong dislike for everyone else that you worked with.

“Oh, that’s really cool,” Josh replies, copying your smile. “Well it’s really cools that you’re here, Y/N. Abby should have brought you around sooner,” he sends a wink in Abby’s direction before mentioning something about food and leaving the two of you alone. If you weren’t blushing before, you definitely were now.

You’re not sure if Abby noticed or not, but if she does - she doesn’t say anything. And you’re extremely thankful for that. But you spend all of Friday and most of Saturday following her around like a puppy, scared to be left alone for too long. She doesn’t seem to mind, and you’re actually having a better time than you thought with her. You find out you both have more in common with her than just disliking people at work.

Josh also hangs around a lot more than you thought he would, and you’re slowly feeling more comfortable talking with him. He is slowly becoming Josh Dun, Abby’s brother more than he is Josh Dun, drummer of Twenty One Pilots.

By Sunday morning you’re feeling right at home, so it doesn’t surprise you when you get up and find the house empty. There’s a note in the kitchen addressed to you from Abby letting you know that the family had gone to church and were doing some errands after and would be back in the afternoon. You stand in the kitchen for a moment not sure what to do in an unfamiliar house. That’s when Josh enters through the sliding back door, no shirt on, ear buds in and chest glistening with sweat in the early morning sun. He smiles once he sees you, taking his ear buds out as he crosses the kitchen to the fridge.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets you as he pulls out a water bottle and begins chugging it. But you’re stunned, almost too stunned to talk as you process what’s happening. You’re in Josh Dun’s house by yourself and now he’s shirtless in front of you.

“Have a good sleep?” He asks after a brief moment of silence.

You quickly shake your head and answer him. “Y-yeah. It was really good. The bed in the guest room is really comfy.”

“Yeah I know, I usually crash on it when I come to visit,” he gives you a sheepish smile, before lifting the bottle to his mouth again.

“I would offer to trade you, but it’s like, really comfy,” you almost giggle. Josh had slept in the bed you were sleeping in. It couldn’t get anymore surreal. “Did you have a good run?” You ask, wanting to change the topic from you. You hated being in the spotlight. You were perfectly happy being a background character.

“Yeah, it was really good. Helps with anxiety, you know?” He replies. “Gets me out of my head.”

“Yeah, I understand that. That’s how I feel about writing,” You tell him. “Helps me really be able to sort through my emotions when I can see them all out on paper.”

“You write?” He asks with a smile. You nod, face getting slightly hot as he keeps up the eye contact. But you can’t help but look at them, they were your favourite thing about him. Seeing them so much in pictures, but they couldn’t hold up to the real thing.

“Anything that you’d let me read?” He presses, an almost smug look on his face. You think about it for a moment, almost saying no right away. But this was Josh Dun you were taking too. He and Tyler bare their souls in every song they put out. The least you could do was let Josh read one of your mediocre poems.

“Well, nothing really finished,” You say as you pull out your phone and open up your notes. “I kind of just get ideas in my head through out the day and I try and jot them down when they’re fresh and then sometimes, they turn into poems.” You step forward and pass your phone to Josh. He smiles at you before looking down at the words you have typed out. His expression is focused, carefully reading over each word, making sure to take his time and really absorb what you have written out.

“My plan is to publish a book of short stories one day,” You continue, as he swipes through the other blurbs you have. “I don’t think I have the attention span to finish a whole book with one story right now,” You admit with a chuckle. “I’m constantly getting new ideas.”

Josh looks up at you, expression intense. “These are amazing, Y/N,” he says, eyes locked with yours. “Like, really. The emotion and just the way you put the words together is just - ”. He’s almost at a loss for words as he tries to search for the right one, but coming up empty. So he just shakes his head and offers you a smile. “They’re just amazing. Thanks for sharing them with me.”

You shrug bashfully as you take your phone back and shoving it deep into your pocket. “Just helps with the anxiety, you know?”

He’s staring at you, but there’s something in his eyes. You try not to think about it too much. “Yeah, I completely get that.”

“Hey guys!” Josh’s mom greets both of you as she enters the kitchen with large grocery bags. Josh reaches out to grab them instinctively, earning a kiss on the cheek from his mom. “Hope you’re hungry,” she smiles at you. “Because we are making a feast!”

“I’m definitely ready to stuff my face,” you joke, quickly sending a look at Josh, who is still looking at you with the same look as before. It’s enough to send the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. But you don’t really want him to stop.

Josh leaves to shower and you and Abby help Mrs. Dun with dinner. You’re completely relaxed now, after showing Josh your poems. It was comforting almost, to know at least one of them understood the madness what went on in your head. And the rest of the evening you feel right at home. And you definitely notice how Josh hovers around you now, constantly asking you questions about your writing. You weren’t going to complain though.

“Thank you so much for having me over this weekend,” You thank Abby’s parents once dinner and over and done with and you helped Abby and her siblings clean up. “It was really nice, and Mrs. Dun - the food was incredible!”

She giggles at the compliment, cheeks turning slightly pink. “Please, call me Laura. And it was our pleasure, feel free to come back any time!”

“Thanks thanks Abby, for thinking to invite me,” You turn to your friend and give her a quick hug before fishing your car keys out of your purse and picking up your weekend bag.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Josh offers as he opens the door and gestures for you to go first. You wave and say goodbye to the family once more before ducking out the front door.

“I had a really good time getting to know you this weekend, Y/N,” Josh tells you once it’s just you and him. Both of you walking stupidly slow, trying to drag out the alone time you guys had.

“Yeah, I did too,” You reply bashfully, biting your lip and trying to ignore how red your face probably was.

“I, um, would really like to go out, with you, sometime,” He offers, now it was his turn to go red. And your heart was probably going to explode. “Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

You can’t even contain your grin, your eyes looking up to meet his. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

Josh breaks out a huge smile and lets out a small breath of relief. “Awesome. That’s really cool. I, uh, put my number in your phone when you let me look at your poems,” He admits sheepishly. “I hope that’s okay, but you should call me when you get home and we can set something up?”

Your cheeks were hurting but you really couldn’t stop smiling so big. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Cool. Well drive safe, and have a good night Y/N.” he’s starting to back up towards his front door.

“You too, Josh.” Once you’re in your car he disappears back into his house and you take a moment to yourself. You speed the whole way home, wanting to set up that date as soon as possible.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any good vld fics? I usually look for klance but someone with such great art and au's will assuredly have good taste.

I’M… I’M SO SORRY TO DISAPPOINT BUT I DON’T READ A LOT OF FANFICTION

i have a LOT saved up in tabs because i have an extremely short attention span and can’t sit and read fics unless i’m about to go to sleep LOL 

but here are some personal favs! (all klance because like i said, i don’t read a lot) 

i have more but i lost all the links because i’m an idiot and never saved them Q7Q 

err0r-in-thesystem  asked:

WAIT ARE YOU SAYING THAT THE REASON MY MEMORY IS SO BAD MIGHT BE BECAUSE OF MY AUTISM?!? Omg I finally have an explanation. Thank you!

Autism, like ADHD/ADD, is a developmental disorder. Autism affects many areas of functioning including memory!

Autism and ADHD/ADD are actually very commonly mistaken for each other in prof diagnoses! My own psych misdiagnosed me at first with ADHD but then later re-diagnosed me with autism!

One thing with autism and memory is that autism can sometimes make our attention spans really short (like with ADHD/ADD - which is one reason why they’re commonly mistaken for each other). Because of a short attention span, it’s hard for us to retain information.

There’s also the fact that sometimes we have to be taught something or told something a different way than other people. For example, I could never memorize anything in school until I learned to say my notes out loud to myself and recite it a few times. Because of this, I was actually very good in school plays (one of the few benefits of echolalia lmao).

anonymous asked:

So I'm going to try and commit to making a comic... any tips? I have a short attention span so making comics are quite difficult but I love making them.

Seeing you mentioned “have a short attention span” so here is some of my not-really-professional advices for you welp, hope they can help.

1) Grow a habit for marking down your ideas for plots/characters/even drafts for the comic! Just mark them down in a notebook/sketchbook/even your own phone. You can use your own spare time aka when you have nothing particular to do for doing this (e.g. wait for bus,breaks from lessons/work or during lessons because I am a irresponsible student lmao don’t follow me) As I am slowly starting on my own OC comic (it is a secret shhhhh) I started sketched down drafts for how my comic goes on, which just looks like this lmao:

(As far as you can understand the contents yourself, it is ok for your stuffs to be messy *Audible wink*)
This is not only for using time more efficiently in editing your ideas, also saving your energy when you start actually drawing stuffs out.

2) While you are drawing your comic, look out for whether yourself being distracted to doing other stuffs. If you find yourself have been sneaking out for shitposting on Tumblr/looking unrelated stuffs on other websites, drive yourself back into your drawing immediately, internet is always powerful enough to suck away your time. Of course you are allowed to take breaks, maybe set up several 10~15 minutes breaks for you to relax, let your eyes and hands and brain to rest is important. But above all, don’t force your body to do things out of your limit. It is ok to take things slowly, you draw for fun, if forced, nothing will be fun anymore.

3) Make sure you have enough energy when drawing. Drawing under a tired situation will never make you work be good as your brain can’t even work firmly. If you still want to finish another page first while it is already midnight, go sleep first. There is no time limit for your comics, you health is always on top of that. Moreover, sufficient sleep can gain you more attention span as well!

4) If your aim is to make a GOOD comic, don’t hesitate to look up tutorials and reference! There are already so many good teaching references from how to plan comic frames to basic anatomy, learning is forever good.

This post has talked about how to do well time management in a really clear way, way better than my clumsy words haha. I hope all these helps! 

Experiences With the Sun Signs as a Virgo sun, Pisces moon, Sag rising (Mars + Venus in Cancer)

AIRES: loud, passionate, attention seeking. most aires women I know either want to be famous singers, famous models, or famous musicians. most aires men I know want to be famous artists, famous musicians, or famous athletes. hard working to achieve their goals, aires are by far the most passionate of the signs. flighty partners, typically will be in and out of multiple relationships, losing interest quickly in one and gaining interest in someone else no matter how strong a connection is.

TAURUS: put together in a “you’ll never know my whole life” kind of way, making it hard to tell how put together they really are. always busy. always. always have plans with someone at that time, or need to be doing work on this thing at that time. will most likely show up to a first date with a time sensitive 20-question buzzer, they will need to know if you meet most of their entry level standards to move onto the next round. lovely sexual partners, taurus men are the most passionate lovers and typically enjoy to be on bottom in a seated, Indian-style position. the women are complete subs in the bedroom seeing as how they are absolute control freaks at all other times. great friends to have, be careful not to read too much into them as you might find they are chameleons and inhabit most of the other signs personality traits to confuse you.

GEMINI: as my least favorite sign, I have to say they are complex individuals. typically have something to say about every popular topic at hand, appearing to be knowledgeable, but it is superficial. there is not much regard for other people in their bubbly personality making them seem open hearted and fun. typically a night out with a gemini is a recipe for disaster, you will likely end up lost, climbing over a fence that says “NO trespassing” toward an abandoned lot that seems to be lived in by drug addicts. but that would be an ideal date for a gemini seeing as most of them are insane, addicts (typically cocaine, or heroine).. also, not sure if it’s just my experience, but all of the gemini men i’ve met in my life are closeted homosexuals, would make sense considering there are really two people in there. I dunno, stay away from these wackos, they are seemingly a good time, but will end up destroying your life.

CANCER: cancers are beautiful people, extremely thoughtful (amazing gift givers) and selfless in life and love. they make great parents, being able to predict the families needs and step up to the plate in a timely manner (having a dinner prepared that everyone likes as soon as everyone is hungry). cancers are romantic people, they enjoy the thought of receiving flowers without asking, or buying your favorite obscure record for you as a “Happy Wednesday” gift. my only real downside experience with cancers will have to be that stereotypical “they’re too emotional,” blah blah blah.. yes, they can be emotional and cry you into a depressive state with them, but it’s only because their huge hearts were momentarily stricken by hopelessness. Cancer’s always bounce back, they find happiness in the smallest things.

LEO: some of the most interesting people. they apprehend glory out of thin fucking air, I swear it. I’ve got a Leo buddy that calls himself “TumbleWeed” on the playa (at burning man) because he would literally stumble into people’s camps high as fuck, sit right down and join a conversation that he had no previous involvement in, pick up on exactly what they were speaking of and say something so absolutely enlightened and prophetic and then just leave the camp and move on. they are true public speakers, and have a way with communicating exactly their thoughts and opinions on life in a non threatening or violent way. I feel that this sense of belonging is why they come off arrogant and egotistical, they believe themselves to be kings (literal kings of the jungle, Lions, duh), and so they treat themselves as such. they make a gnarly pan of scrambled eggs, and are fun in the bedroom, making things playful and enticing.

VIRGO: ah, that’s me. virgo’s have this general assumption to them that everything must be perfect. it isn’t that, it’s the fact that we have an ideal picture of our lives, and that our lives are seeming to never live up to that standard and so to curb that frustration, we attain perfection in all of the controllable aspects of it. the way our clothes are folded, the way the dishwasher is loaded, the way we assemble our keys in our hand making sure that we have the right one before getting to the door.. there is so much attention to detail in our lives that it seems like obsession with perfection, when it is more so an attempt to obtain solace by control. deemed as “The Virgin” virgos are one of the dirtiest signs in and out of the bedroom. sexting, yes please.. dirty pictures, yes.. lick my asshole? please do..

LIBRA: ah, my sweet libras. so naive and imaginative of the realm that is love. libras have a true and distinctive duality in their life (stereotypical to the scales), where in love they want someone to LOVE EVERY SINGLE PART OF THEM AND ACCEPT THEM FOR EXACTLY WHO THEY ARE.. and also, are REPULSED by the thought that someone else would actually find them lovable. it causes a lot of grief in a Libra’s love life, constantly searching for that person that will give them just the right amount of CONSTANT attention, without making them feel necessarily desired as a romantic interest.. most times, I find that Scorpio’s are an amazing match for these little angels.
also, total givers during sex. never need you ask for oral, it’ll be pants off - tongue to your genitalia - with a libra.

SCORPIO: …okay…
MEN: short attention span, musicians at heart, dead inside, vaguely remember your face after having met three + times? probably DON’T want to fuck you despite common assumption, have no regard for authority, will roast your ass in the calmest most unexpected manner ever, cool social exterior, furious interior
WOMEN: backstabbing toward other women, really enjoy sex - like a lot - with other people’s partners, have complete resting bitch face, will literally eat your soul out of its soul chakra, high achieving business women, make a mean cocktail
both Scorpio men AND women make amazing managers in any occupation because of their stubborn authority and forceful manipulation tactics.
*not that freaky in bed, very emotionally attached to their genitals, will fall in love after 3+ times sexing*

SAGITTARIUS: oh lord, I love Sag’s. truly all they want is to have a good time. the most open people I have ever met, open to taking drugs at any time of day, open to new sexual ideas (including anal for the men), open to new foods and places and ideas and and and. they are true philosophers and have a boundless nature towards life. this also makes them EXTREMELY hard to pin down romantically, if you want a sag in your bed forever, never stop enthusing them.. you must always have something for them to do, keep them occupied with promise of excitement, and always look your best on an outing with them because they always will and always will expect you too, as well.
AMAZING IN BED, BEST SEX EVER SAG MAN

CAPRICORN: if the zodiac were a winnie the pooh episode, capricorns would be eeyore. they are naturally down and hard on themselves. most suffer from depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts.. never publicly ridicule a capricorn, they will not be able to wrap their head around why you would say something so hurtful in public and will likely leave a social situation to avoid slitting their wrists in front of others. beautiful, kind, souls, they seem cold and detached romantically, but this is just from a deep sense of hopelessness that no one will ever love them truly and they will be alone forever. if you catch a capricorn, keep them and cherish them always. takes them a while to open up sexually, don’t force it. total home bodies, let them have their multiple nights in and you will be rewarded when you come home from your night out.

AQUARIUS: aquarians are known as the gods of the zodiac for one reason, they are master manipulators. they seem to know everything about everything and exploit their knowledge in tricky ways to prove their superiority in academic and social situations. it goes beyond speaking an answer aloud when the teacher asked for a raise of hands, it’s more so like besting a friend in a trivia game when you are on the same team, and they had hit the buzzer first, just to prove you’re smarter and know more. they also are completely content with doing NOTHING for many hours per day. both the men and women are vain and enjoy how they look to a strange degree at which it may seem they will devour themselves after a shower.
typically involved in off-beat hobbies such as “thursday night bike group” or “barre class” typically will entice sexual partners with their seemingly cute wit, but be warned there is deadly intelligence lurking beneath. profoundly cold and distant, are non-empathetic and are truly aliens to the human race.

PISCES: my favorite sign of them all, pisces are the true humanitarians of the zodiac. empaths through and through, they emanate and exude peace, making them amazing deliberators, mediators, and diplomats. able to evaluate all sides of a situation, pisceans are the ones that help you settle feuds among your friend group and may give you advice on how to deal with your significant other.
amazingly talented, they are typically always humming, drawing, writing, playing guitar or purely daydreaming because the world they live in is so much more ideal than the one happening around them. they manifest their own reality.
I’ve built them up too much - here’s a downfall - they can flip on a mother fucking dime if they feel you are beginning to betray them in any way. they will cut you out of their lives 100% to avoid loss of their perfect dream image of you..
beautiful lovers, so gentle, lots of eye contact..

well that’s all folks!
oh, and here’s my most favorite to least list:

PISCES

SAGITTARIUS

CAPRICORN

SCORPIO

VIRGO

CANCER

TAURUS

LEO

AQUARIUS

LIBRA

AIRES

GEMINI

anonymous asked:

hey... how do find motivation to put in a lot of effort into your art? for some reason im really lacking rn and idk what to do

to be completely honest, anon, I usually look for the easiest and most effective way of doing something because my attention span is quite short and I can’t work on one thing for more than two hours unless I force myself with a deadline or somehow get into a groove

I do have the motivation but it’s misplaced, so I feel like I’m not the best person to ask about that :(

maybe the best way to do it, in your case, would be to try setting aside a bit of time in a day to make clothing and jewelry studies, or studies of anything you wanna use in your works, until it feels more natural to draw them or you find the best way to make them with the least amount of effort?

You are the one who pushes yourself off the cocaine dusted building ledge
the one who pulls the bar stool out from under your freshly washed feet
the one who meticulously, dotingly places the braided noose around your intrusively warm neck

Years pass and you die a thousand deaths
skin; shedding into dust
dust; swimming in a thin stream of smoke,
floating out the cracked window

Yesterday I was a Stranger

Remember this when the night comes and you wilt, sweet camellia
when you come home to fresh flowers on broken tombstones
watching the airplanes tear into the night sky and fade
into the blanket of stars and christmas lights; blinking away the darkness

Your skin may tighten around you once more
like boys posing as men, hard cider and back porches in autumn 
under the full gaze of the moonlight that stared unblinking 
as we shook our bloody fists 

That was lives ago 
and you are a river ever-running onward 
this world is nothing and so it is everything 
to cease would be to destroy the empire of chaos we have nearly perfected 

Do not imagine yourself neatly folded into a car roof,
clutching your grace lazily with long slender fingers 
listen to the sound of heavy weight hitting pavement
an unobtrusive stagnant thud, curt and unsuitable 

Where went all the breeze in your lungs? all the light in your bones that I saw pulsing under your paper skin?

Force yourself to run closer, look at the spilled insides against the pavement,
not like pigment but like a butcher shop floor
there is no art in the destruction

Do not picture yourself lying sleeping in your small wooden home 
do not think of who will come to kiss you goodnight
smell the formaldehyde, cut the stitches from your dead lips
and frown at yourself

Separate beauty from tragedy like it is the bed where your lover lies sleeping
realize you have been born many times, and have died many times
stare into the setting sun dipping into the unreachable horizon 
and let it set fire to yesterday 

anonymous asked:

I wasn't being rude. You just took it like that. If you want me to REALLY be hard, I'll do it. Stop acting so hip and urban, it makes you look like a try hard that's trying to resonate with the youth. Not everyone likes rap, I love your animation but I can't listen to the song in it, I have to mute and play something over it. It's not like I'm asking you to insert pop songs and references into your stuff. People have short attention spans and need updates to keep themselves interested. Jfc.

oh its you again

Are you using urban as an adjective for black? huh thats pretty racist of you don’t you think? DO you think at all? Does a person who draws a connection of black and urban using it as a negative connotation have cognitive ability? In fact, maybe you should stop “trying” to use that as a leverage to boost your own ego. I’m sure much like the people in your life would. Also maybe this is linked to your short attention span, who knows really? I don’t.

ps. I am in fact black and a lot of our collaborators much of who are also friends are also black, WOAH hard for you to wrap your mind around right??

also pps - fuck you bitch. get the fuck off anon and fight me you donkey

reapersperdition  asked:

Since it's the theme today: can you do more analysis' on Hidan's behavior, like I wanna see if you think he has similar mental illnesses that I think he does! He's so complex and such a mystery! What are your thoughts on how any illnesses and disorders erupted as he grew up? Through his religious path? Through the akatsuki? I'm so curious! :D

Hidan is very complex! Kishi did an amazing job on his character! I wish he gave him more of a background haha!

Ok, so first I will go over possible disorders, then talk about his general personality and behavior.

Disorders:

If anything, he has a personality disorder. I definitely think he has borderline personality disorder, and probably PTSD like all the other Akatsuki (I mean, honestly). Also probably depressed. Aaand probably a bit sociopathic, but that one’s complicated. I will talk about that last one in his general personality section. 

Borderline Personality Disorder:

Signs:

  • Inappropriate or extreme emotional reactions- I would say so.
  • Highly impulsive behaviors- Oh yes.
  • A history of unstable relationships- Yeah.

Symptoms:

  • Having an unstable or dysfunctional self-image or a distorted sense of self (how one feels about one’s self)- I think so, because of the kind of cult he’s involved in.
  • Feelings of isolation, boredom and emptiness- I think Hidan often feels alone, and bored. He seems to always be seeking conversation or something to entertain him. When bored, he gets lost in thought.
  • Difficulty feeling empathy for others- This is a tricky one, because I think as a kid, he definitely had trouble with this. Growing up, I think he is capable of empathy. And part of his faith is about sharing pain with others. So even if he struggled, he would try to follow this commandment and think of other’s emotions from that point on.
  • A history of unstable relationships that can change drastically from intense love and idealization to intense hate- I think so. He was probably proud of his village, and his place in it, but once they no longer needed ninja, he turned on it quickly, killing the elders and leaving to join a cult. He is no longer with his cult members- this can be taken many ways, but I feel that he probably left, believing he is the one true follower, and the others didn’t meet his standards. I think the cult is probably after him, actually. He is just on his own, running amuck.
  • A persistent fear of abandonment and rejection, including extreme emotional reactions to real and even perceived abandonment- I think Hidan definitely has abandonment issues. I feel he probably didn’t have a good home life, and he wants acceptance and validation, which is why he fell into the cult’s clutches. People who need acceptance are the ones who end up in cults.
  • Intense, highly changeable moods that can last for several days or for just a few hours- Like, I think Hidan has some control over how he acts, but inside, he feels elated one moment, and down in the dumps the next.
  • Strong feelings of anxiety, worry and depression- I don’t think Hidan is anxious at all. He has placed all of his trust in his god, and he fears little. But I do think he is depressed.
  • Impulsive, risky, self-destructive and dangerous behaviors, including reckless driving, drug or alcohol abuse and having unsafe sex- Hidan probably did self-destructive stuff before becoming a Jashinist. I think for him, Jashinism helps him stay under control, because of the regulations. Because he is so faithful and serious about Jashinism, he will try his best to follow the laws. I believe Jashinism would list these types of behaviors as sins. It’s funny he is named “hidan”, because I think of hidanism, the opposite of what he follows. I think he avoids self-indulgent behaviors, because they are seen as selfish and pleasurable. Jashinism is about destruction, not pleasure. He is still an impulsive person- that is just his personality- but he tries not to partake in really crazy activities, like those examples.
  • Hostility- Hahahahahaa well yeah.
  • Unstable career plans, goals and aspirations- I think before Jashinism, he struggled to find his purpose. He settled on being a warrior, and I think he worked very hard at it. But I don’t think he had trouble sticking to that goal. Like, he has a short attention span, but I think if he sets his mind to something, he can be very stubborn.

PTSD

So, I think he has this just because realistically, this would be very common for ninja to have, especially ninja of his status. Whether the crappy things he’s seen bother him or not, I don’t know. Probably depends on how personal it is. I don’t think bloody war would bother him too much, but a bad family experience from is childhood would. So I think it depends on headcanons. I don’t think he would know that he has PTSD, and he wouldn’t complain about it or really bring it up if he did know.

Depression

I think literally all of the Akatsuki are depressed. I think Hidan is stuck feeling like nothing good comes out of life really, and part of him wants it to end. But then again, he is definitely a survivalist, so his instincts would prevent him from taking action. Jashin gives him a purpose, and his faith is what’s keeping him going. He is definitely into self harm, and likes to play it up as something raw, something that allows him to feel truly alive. But I think he feels bored and empty when he’s not stimulated, and he sits around brooding, thinking about life and death. He spends a lot of time pondering deep questions. People think he’s an idiot, but Hidan is farther along spiritually than most. He accepts death when it comes.

General Behavior and Personality:

The thing is, people can easily label themselves with all sorts of disorders, but most of these behaviors are normal in certain amounts. Hidan is rash, gullible, and misses some social cues. He is overly violent, and seeks validation from others. He is a mess. But I also don’t see him as being super crazy as a person? Like, he’s generally a likable guy, and he likes to talk to people. He also isn’t stupid in some ways. People diss his intellect too much. He is a good battle strategist and can actually read people pretty well. He has good instincts when it comes to people, I think. He is observant in ways others are not.

He is interesting, because he seems like he should be one thing, but after consideration, would actually be the opposite. Hidan is a bunch of contradictions, really. These opposite aspects of his personality add up to make… well, Hidan!

Messy, and yet, Orderly?

He likes to be clean, but I don’t think he is actually OCD. He is just a bit particular about some things. As an example, due to Hidan’s impulsive and outgoing nature, I would think he would have messy handwriting. But then again, he likes to be neat, and I think he would want his handwriting to be orderly.

He loves to bathe in the blood of his enemies, but he wants it washed off as soon as it dries. He hates bad smells, and slicks his hair back. He takes care of his appearance. I think he doesn’t bother wearing a shirt because a) He doesn’t like to wear clothes in general, and b) He knows the shirts will get ruined anyway, so what’s the point.

He also draws perfect circles hahaa and I know that’s just for the show’s sake, but I also like to think his circles have to be perfect, or it will drive him crazy.

But personality-wise, he cuts corners and doesn’t care about details. He just wants to get done what he has to get done. He’s not a planner in most cases. He is impulsive- instinctive.

Distrusting, and yet, Gullible?

He can be gullible, and easy to trick- The Jashinists converted him, and boy did they do a good job. He is pretty content following orders. But, Hidan is also suspicious of other people and their motives. He does still have to be convinced. It would just be easier to convince him than others, once you use his emotions in your favor. But then again, if he dislikes someone, or an idea, I think he would stick to his guns.

I guess a good way to explain this is Chizome- When Hidan will come across Hitomi in my story, he won’t like her. She is too friendly and charming, and everything about her seems too simple. He senses that she is hiding something. That she has other motives. Whether this is true or not, Hidan will not give up on his instincts. Even when Kakuzu assures him she is not an enemy, and calls him an idiot, Hidan still knows something is up. (And Hidan is right about her in some ways, and wrong in others).

I decided this would be his reaction to her, based on what I know about his character. Which is that he has good instincts about people in ways others do not. He is suspicious of other’s motives. And he is stubborn.

The reason he is suspicious of people in general is because of his own personal experiences in the past. I have my own hcs about his backstory (duh, I wrote a full thing about him that will be in Chizome), and I think he distrusts people, not only because his village betrayed him, but because he has had bad luck with personal relationships. My friend Dana does an excellent job at explaining his issues with trusting others in her comic, Akachou. He is distrusting, and she shows probably where it started.

Whiny, and yet, Tough?

Hidan drives Kakuzu up the wall with his constant commentary and whining. When Hidan is bored, he whines. He likes to complain about stupid, shallow stuff. But when it comes to his dark thoughts and feelings, I think Hidan would mostly keep them to himself, once in awhile making a comment, not caring if anyone is listening. Hidan is a tough guy, and doesn’t want to be seen as vulnerable. He doesn’t want pity. He thinks there’s no point in sharing feelings, or opening up to people. He thinks people generally don’t care.

He also won’t take pity on others if they whine. Well, he’s open for some mutual venting, sure, but he is into tough love.

Empathetic, and yet, Sociopathic?

Hidan was definitely one of those sociopathic kids who was a little too comfortable with violence and death, and scared other kids. But all children have sociopathic tendencies. What’s interesting is how he ended up.

I don’t think Hidan is a hardcore sociopath. I think it’s hard to get to him, because he has hardened his heart, as all of the other Akatsuki have, in order to protect himself. He has had crappy experiences, and it is just easier not to care about other’s problems.

I do think Hidan is a bit of a sociopath, because whenever I write him with others, and bad things happen to him, he isn’t as bothered as he should be. He thinks that is part of life, and what happened, happened. But I do think he is capable of making a bond with someone close to him. So, he’s not nearly as bad as Sasori, and he’s not dangerous strictly because it’s tougher to make meaningful bonds with him. I think he likes animals, even though I hc him torturing them (or at least not caring about them) as a child? I think he grows more empathetic as he ages.

Also, as I said, Jashinism is about sharing pain. And Hidan takes his faith seriously. If he is instructed to understand his victim’s pain, I think he would try to do so. After joining the cult, he tried to relate to others more. So for him, it would also be a conscious thing.

There are many others, but I’ll just post this for now :) I could talk about Hidan for hours, he’s very complex haha, as you said! I adore your blog, by the way!! Also would love to know your take on him, if you have a link! :D

MBTI types as fairies

INFP- a russet haired fairy with garments in subtly varied hues of rose, green and gold. Passionate about everything lovely, sweet but sometimes unbendingly stubborn. Their idealism sometimes gets them down, as nearly nothing could ever live up to the magic world in their head! Loves preserving fairy traditions in fresh but faithful ways. Wears a blossom hat.
INTP- Usually seen as quiet except by their friends, this fairy can be perceived as much more clever and mysterious than they really are. They have short attention spans, but love to learn. Though willing to help the others, they somehow don’t get asked much (maybe because it’s easier to just do a job oneself than supervise this impractical creature). They do, however, very often show up with suggestions no one else has though of.  Sometimes awkward and insensitive, but even though they do value facts and truth more than anything, they have lots of feelings and really care about the other fairies.
ENFP- a colorful, emotional fairy whose wardrobe features very color in the garden- sometimes several in one outfit! Brings enthusiasm to every area they visit- they especially love the arts, dancing is a particular forte. They are also very smart, and because they are so enthusiastic they often get more accomplished than, say, INTP. They love being around their friends but they also like, say, reading by themselves by the brook.
ENTP- a feisty, prickly little fairy who is clever and witty. They wear subdued colors as a rule, but despite that manage to stand out. Sometimes lazy about boring things, they are quite dedicated to the things they care about. Smart and creative, and consequentially can be a bit tactless- though they love teasing,  sometimes their most rude comments are completely unintentional. They pretend to be very tough, but deep down are kind of softies.
INFJ- a mystical fairies who loves the water and the creatures in it. They often sit by their pool for hours, staring at their reflection and musing. Their keen intuition helps them advise the other fairies, when they aren’t too busy quietly working on their aquatic creatures book. Sometimes, their sensitivity can get away from them, leading them to feeling isolated and misunderstood. But really, these kindly fairies aren’t too hard to ‘get’ if you know them well. 
INTJ- Owlish and solitary, this fairy lives in a hollow tree lined with shelves of books. They are the ones to ask questions about fairy history, science, or literature. INFP fairy talked/charmed them into allowing visits to their library often but otherwise this fairy can like their own company a little too much…
ENFJ- a fairy with flair, who loves red roses and emerald foliage. They love hosting the seasonal fairy festivals, orchestrating music, food and fun for all. But when it comes to their true passion, this fairy just wants to make the world better- either by making people happy through their parties or their creative work. They take care of other fairies, sometimes too much- they have to be reminded often to take care of themselves!
ENTJ-  The ruler of the fairy kingdom, this is a put-together fairy who knows how to be the boss and get things done. Sometimes they have to remind themselves that the most practical decision isn’t always the very best one, if it’s not the best for the citizens. They put a fair amount of thought into their wardrobe, too, recognizing what a difference this makes in how a ruler is perceived and even liked. If they go a bit overkill on the gold glitter and extravagant crowns,well- who can blame them?
ISFP- this fairy is good friends with INFP fairy. They two of them are the classic fairy archetypes- painting flowers, dancing in the moonlight and talking to bunnies. They almost always wear beautiful colors, made even more vibrant by the paint splatters than often bedeck their clothes. They are generally content  and kind.
ISTP- hear the sound of hammering? That’s this tinkerer, building, fixing and inventing in their little workshop. They are loyal to their pals, but like being alone otherwise. They are never happier than when they are tinkering!! (Think Tinker Bell.) Sometimes they do have to remember to consider others opinions and not be too sassy…
ESFP- Sparkly as a firefly and twice as showy, this is the fairy who loves performing more than anything  else! They tend to be the star of the summer equinox light show, the fall lantern fest, the winter ice sculpture exhibition and the spring blossom parade. They are always dressed to impress- vibrant hibiscus is their favorite-  but their good friends know they also love curling up in milkweed fuzz robe and chatting over a sweet nectar tea.
ESTP- this fairy is the daredevil of them all. They are the ones you’ll see lassoing hawks, rodeo riding rats and jumping off trees with their wings tied, for a midair Houdini style escape. They can be pragmatic though, and are dedicated to keeping the fairy kingdom safe (just not always keeping themselves safe!).
ISFJ- baking fairies who wear buttercups and pink roses, usually with a leafy green apron. They like taking care of the other fairies, but sometimes forget that their way isn’t always the best one. However, without them, a lot of things would never get done, and ESTP would be hungry a lot more often.
ISTJ- Rarely spotted without some sort of list nearby, theses fairies are the planners. They seem to enjoy managing the things the other types might forget to do. They like having fun, and they really like eating(the two are typically synonymous for them, actually). 
 ESFJ- The friendliest fairy, with a huge garden for ISFJ to get cooking supplies from and for ISFP to paint and gather bouquets from. They know a lot of flora lore and love to share it, both verbally to anyone who’ll listen and also by providing veggies, fruits, herbs and anything else that will grow. 
ESTJ- While this fairy can be a bit uptight, they consider most everyone their friend and only boss them around because they truly believe they know best. After all, they spent three days preparing a list of one days actions, and they never can see why everyone wouldn’t just follow it. They love to party, though- as long as it’s scheduled at least a day in advance.

anonymous asked:

hi! Do you have any concentration tips? -an anon with an incredibly short attention span

Hi! I find myself procrastinating a lot, so really I’d advise having your phone and laptop in another room if you can! Try to find an accountability partner - you can both check regularly on each other that you’re working! Apart from that, I can only advise practising concentration so you can build the discipline and muscle needed to keep going for longer amounts of time. When you fee yourself losing focus, step outside, look away from the room you’re in and think about something else for just five minutes. Have some water and then keep going! After every 1.5 hours of doing this, have a fifteen minute break - but please adjust these timings to suit you! Good luck :)

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I used to have a cute idea that went along with this, but the first two of the set didn’t really turn out like I’d hoped they would so I took the text off and just put up the better two instead.

Essentially, Merida tells Jack she can catch a fish. He doesn’t believe her so they wage a bet in which the loser owes the winner a date. She almost had it, but evidently it didn’t end in her favor so he teases her about it. Of course, Jack wants to be treated special. She’s gotta give him the whole nine yards, y'know? Flowers, romance, the whole shebang.

Basically they’re adorable dorks and I have a really short attention span so we’ll see if i ever finish it.