do i need to tag anyone else

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i was tagged by my faves @minhwangs and @kingdans to do the three different hairstyles selfie game!!! i went from a dark brown to a light brown w/ blonde ombré and now i have a light brown with a reddish tint which was kind of accidental whoops 

tbh i have no idea who’s already been tagged bc this has been going around a bit but i tag @wannaoneioi @jeo-jang @l-guanlin @extraongdinary @hasungswoon @idaehwi @nohteahyun @byunmins @yoonjsung @ongniels @onqs and anyone?? else??? that wants to do this <3

if anyone wants to be apart of a discord chat hmu bc i’m lonely and i need friends lmao

edit: please read the tags on this before liking it another edit: if you like this i will assume you want to be part of this chat haha

a couple people i follow here that write or make art seem to be feeling a little under the weather, mentally or physically. i feel that pretty deeply right now, so i wanted to make something a little lowkey with two skeletons i particularly enjoy and know that some of those people do as well.

ah, full view definitely looks best on this one, by the way.

(if you think this is about you, it probably is, haha. i don’t have terribly many followers and love each and every one that i do. <3)

Let's spread some positivity, shall we?

In response to the extremely upsetting content that our tags have been receiving due to an extremely disturbed person deciding to take matters into their own hands, I’ve decided to propose an emergency VLD positivity bang!

Those who are interested in participating here’s all you gotta do: 

The tags that are being attacked are as follows-
Kallura
Shallura
Shidge
Shatt
Kidge
Hidge
Heith
Hance
Shance
Sheith

(edit: i can’t believe i spaced that last one i’m such a fool)

Take a short moment of your time and make a post with something positive for that ship, even if you don’t ship it. Do something positive.

Writers: Write a short fic/Drabble for the tag of your choosing! Write a few headcanons that come to mind. Do a quick meta post! Hell, even do a funny shit post if it means bringing some positivity. Anything to show your support of other people’s ships.

Artists/Graphic makers: doodle something! Make a graphic! Draw something cute and fluffy, warm and nice for anyone who needs it. If you are stumped on what to draw, I like to visit shojo manga screen caps on google images and pluck ideas from there.

Everyone else! Suggest a fic, share your favorite artists work! Share your own headcanons! Recommend a song! Make a playlist! Send someone who enjoys a different ship a caring ask or message!

The importance here is to join forces against this sort of behavior. I’ve seen this sort of garbage before and the best way to fight is with fire. So share your passions, share your joy, we all love this show, we all enjoy it dearly–let those flames overwhelm the kind that hurt.

The positivity bang is completely optional and has no end. So if you can’t participate now, you can always participate later!! 

All That Matters

Title: All That Matters

Summary: People always told you that loving someone can hurt just as much as it can heal. You never believed it. And then you met Dean Winchester…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Haley (OFC, briefly), John Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (briefly)

Word count: 5621 (I know, I know. But I hope it’s worth it…)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Very light smut. Some language. Mentions of abduction, blood, tortures and death (nothing graphic). 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @frickfracklesackles 1000 follower celebration challenge. Natalie, congratulations on your incredible milestone and thank you for letting me participate and for being so patient with me, I had a great time planning this fic.

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out plenty of things about this.

Now about the story: My trope was “feisty strangers to lovers”. The storyline starts two years before season 1 (when Dean is 24 years old and the reader 22) and it follows the timeline of the show through flashbacks that are included in italics. The entire fic is loosely based on Ed Sheeran’s Photograph (I am so in love with this song tbh)

I hope you all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

Countless photo albums were scattered around the floor, old photographs thrown here and there, creased and torn and faded. Empty whiskey bottles littered the corners of the dark room and fast-food wrappers stained the carpet but you didn’t care. Nobody minded.

Dean would have minded.

There it was again, that annoying little voice in the back of your mind that wouldn’t shut up. You could hear it every time you drank a little too much, every time you got a little too reckless, every time a guy tried to flirt with you, not knowing that it was pointless because your heart belonged to someone else already.

Dean. Dean. Dean.

Most of the times you were able to shake it off, tune the voice out, and reach for another bottle of Jack Daniels but today that was physically impossible. The hunt had drained all the energy you had left and the memories of Dean were far too many and far too painful to just go away.

And, besides, the little voice was right.

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Important Gemsona Community Notice

For those of you who don’t know, on Tumblr there is a group of blogs dedicated to helping SU fans design characters based on real gemstones that could exist in the show’s universe (they are called ‘gemsonas’). Recently, I’ve become concerned with the lack of these types of blogs. A lot of the more popular/active advice blogs have stopped posting or can no longer put out content as frequently as they used to. Newer blogs aren’t getting the interaction they need to stay active. I’ve also come to notice that a lot of SU critical blogs have been appearing within the last few months. Seeing that many of you are supportive of fans who create gemsonas and are gaining a large following rapidly, I’m asking you all (if you feel comfortable enough) to reblog this post for your followers to see. My goal is to spread the news that Tumblr needs more gemsona design help blogs. I’m hoping that by posting this, fans with the time, energy, and interest will feel prompted to start their own blogs and help others develop their gemsonas. There is no obligation to reblog this post, but I hope that by doing so we can help rebuild a community where gemsona makers can get a variety of opinions and advice.

To anyone else reading this: If you’re interested in starting a gemsona design help blog, feel free to send me a message through Fan Mail! I would be happy to share my experience (I have 2,500+ followers; this blog has existed for a year and a half) and advertise any new gemsona design help blogs to get you started! We really need more hands in assisting each other improve our art, writing, and character designs.

I apologize if I have not tagged/included your critical blog. There are so many lol.

@amethyst-deserves-better @badstevenuniversescreencaps @bismuthdeservestheworld @bismuthspartnerincrime @bismuthxmakhno @bluepearl-criticism @critical-army @criticalbluepearl @critical-cats-eye @critical-doc @critical-gem @critical-jasper @critical-lion @critically-bitter @critically-peridot @critical-opal @critical-peedee @critical-prince @criticalpyrite @critical-skinny-jasper @criticleggy @fixitstevenjunior @freezethelazuli @goodstevenuniversescreencaps @i-cant-believe-its-not-filler @lapissed-critical @lionmemes @stevenliberalverse @stevenuniversecriticisms @stevenuniverseredesigns @sufferingsapphire @su-criticism @su-nitpicks @yikes-universe @awfulsu @amyainthappy @pissedperidot @angstyamethyst @supcritical @peridontlikethat @aomco @tiredruby @liberalbismuth @neonlazulis @stephens-university @cursed-universe @bitter-cosmos @criticaltanzanite @periiplan @criticalangels @badanimation @shatterthebouchee @gloomethyst @tiredruby @criticalpeedee @disgruntledgarnet @siobhanblank @breastforce @peppersupreme @badpearl @su-is-alright @fixing-steven-universe

List your top 5 6 OTPs from 5 6 different fandoms 

I was tagged by @iart1992, thank you! :D

1. Klaroline - The Vampire Diaries

Originally posted by iosonoomega

2, 3 and 4 (in no particular order): 

Stydia - Teen Wolf 

Originally posted by mischiefstydia

Captain Swan - Once Upon a Time

Originally posted by captainswan-hooked

Olicity - Arrow

Originally posted by my-heart-belongs-to-olicity

5. Bellarke - The 100

Originally posted by librocubiculariste

6. Snowbarry - The Flash

Originally posted by lovercompany

Tagging @caritobear, @teamklarotard​, @beautyqueenforbes, @lahyisaac and anyone else who wants to do it.

control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader]

aka “i wanna impress my dorky crush bc he’s rly cute and im awkward.”

alright taking off my usual bold for authors notes because i gotta so:

here’s some notes about some shit that’ll be relevant:

squipped!reader has “The SQUIP’s text, which is all in bold only,” but sometimes will have “Regular quotes surrounding it” - which stands for something the SQUIP is making the reader say (but that will always be accompanied by some sort of clarification to avoid confusion, i promise)

there’s also “Regular speech” from the reader, but also “their thoughts directed toward the SQUIP” which are in both bold and italics

there u go.

quick reminder: if anything bothers you, absolutely just come to me and talk to me about it. if i need to fix anything, tag anything, do anything - just tell me.

warning: considering reader is squipped, there’s a bit of abuse from said SQUIP. shocks, manipulation - stuff like that (similar to what jeremy faced in the musical)


    Jeremy Heere was in four of your classes. Four. In two of them he sat a few desks in front of you by some random seating order, in one he sat right next to you, and in one he was cross the room. It was bad enough having one class with him, since you’d grow flustered and your palms would get sweaty and you would immediately become tongue-tied the moment you had to say anything to him - but four classes? Someone was out to get you, and you were pretty positive about it. It was pretty difficult to not glance his way in hopes that maybe he was looking at you during math - where he sat right next to you and sometimes asked if he could borrow your calculator because wow he forgot it again and you either stuttered out your apology or shove it in his direction and pray you knew how to do math good enough with a calculator. In english he sat desks away, and sometimes would whisper shit to Michael Mell and sometimes he’d get detention for it, and you heard him in chemistry talk about Christine Canigula a few times to Michael whenever they were away from prying ears - and you never intended on listening, it just sort if happened but you refused to say anything to anyone because wow what a creep listening to other people’s conversations wow.

    So you kept your head down and prayed that maybe you could work up the courage to talk to Jeremy - or maybe Michael, because maybe if you talked to Michael you could talk to Jeremy and it wouldn’t be so awkward right, because then you’d know Michael and Michael wouldn’t be a third wheel or something - not that he’d ever be a third wheel because you and Jeremy were just a dream and it would never happen, even if you kinda wondered what it would feel like to be in his arms sometimes but that was just thoughts that happened sometimes and only sometimes and you totally didn’t miss a couple of notes in your history class because you were thinking about Jeremy and how he was kind of cute because he fell asleep.

    Fuck, you were kind of creepy weren’t you. Sixteen years old and a complete weirdo, yep, totally - no wonder Jeremy never really talked to you. You picked at your nails and you retreated into oversized shirts and into your hoodies and pretended that you weren’t there because school is hell. Hell, you were used to not really being the cool, popular kid - you’d always been a bit of a loner, really, and luckily enough, rumors didn’t really fly about you and you weren’t even a blip on the radar. Meanwhile, Jeremy was… different. He was a bit of a geek and kind of tall so he stood out a bit more than you tended to.

    You weren’t complaining. You saw the shit people gave Jeremy - a certain short bully calling him ‘tall-ass’ for one - and you wished you could find it in you to stand up and tell them all to fuck off. But you weren’t a blip on the radar. You were unseen and you didn’t have much of a problem with it, so you kept your mouth shut and let the regrets stew in your mind.

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Yoongi Scenario: That Glow.

Request: Can you do me a Yoongi fluff where you’re a Youtuber and you’re doing a makeup tag and you do his makeup/he does your makeup and it’s just full of fluff and funny moments? xD

Genre: Fluff / Comedy.


-No I won’t do it- you heard Yoongi say when you pushed him to answer the question you had made some minutes ago.

Your subscribers had been begging you to do a makeup tag with your boyfriend, and secretly, or not so secretly, you really wanted to do it as well. You had the makeup, you had the boyfriend, but Yoongi wasn’t having it, or so he thought.

You pouted coming closer to him. -Why not?-

He sighed keeping his eyes down on his laptop to then look at you with a frown. -What is a makeup tag exactly?-

You sat on the arm of the sofa where he was sitting. -Don’t pretend you don’t know-

-I don’t- he answered and you squinted your eyes because you knew he did know but was only acting up, making himself uncooperative just to annoy you and please himself hearing you going around and about. You knew him too well.

-Alright, I will explain, again, but give me some room there- you said and he obliged moving things around, but barely, so you had to sit in the little space very close too him. He shrugged and watched his laptop but you didn’t miss the little smirk.  Oh Yoongi, him and his passive aggressive ways always made you want to laugh, or to hit him with something.  
-A makeup tag is when someone ask you to do some kind of video, in this case, about makeup, so it will be us doing something with it, and after that I will tag people or my subscribers-

-Ah!- he exhaled exaggeratedly. -So that’s what it is-

You smiled leaning a bit more to him. -Yes that’s what it is, would you do it with me?-

Yoongi turned his head to you and raised his brows. -No-

You whined and slapped his arm as he laughed. -You are the worst, I wonder If I can find another boyfriend who can do things with me- you put that out crossing your arms childishly, closing your eyes waiting for his reply.

-Yah, what is that about other boyfriend?- he put the laptop away with the pile of things he had on the sofa. -Not a chance-

-No? I bet I can find the perfect man to do the makeup tag with me-

-What perfect man?- he snorted. -You have me, you don’t need anyone else- he answered smugly.

You couldn’t help your smile and he couldn’t help his despite him wanting to remain with his cocky smirk. -So that means you will do it with me?-

Yoongi turned a bit more to you, one hand going to yours, the other to your thighs. -What do I get in return?-

-My love- you answered with agyeo making him squirm and smile in embarrassment because he probably didn’t expect that. -and a wish-

-A wish you say?- he repeated putting himself together, licking his lips.

You nodded. -A wish, and of course me not looking for another boyfriend-

He frowned and pinched your thigh and you laughed. -Alright then, but I will make you work for it, let’s see what is this makeup tag thing you have going on-

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coffee girl // stuart twombly

Summary: Stuart develops feelings for the girl at the coffee shop

Requested: no

Pairing: Stuart & Y/N 

Warning: no, mature language and themes throughout

Masterlist

With perfect penmanship she wrote the customer’s name on the plastic cup in her hand. Announcing their total and sending them off with a friendly smile, she prepared to do the same routine with the next person in line.

Having been doing this for over a year and a half she knew how the flow of the small coffee house worked. Even though her day consisted of a routine that some might have found boring, she thought her job was the exact opposite of that. As soon as she stepped into the shop every morning and the smell of coffee cascaded around her, she felt like she was home. She no longer worried about her university courses or the term papers she had to do but instead focused on making the lives of the customers around her a little brighter by sharing a smile. 

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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.

10 Years (The Surprise)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warning: alcohol, cursing, mention of sex,

A/n: I don’t know how many more parts are left for this series, maybe another two? so I won’t be tagging anyone else in it <3 Enjoy this part. thank you to @dylan-trash-tbh and @golddaggers for helping me out with this <3

Tagging:  @chelseareys @nervousmemzie  @apollogirl13 @janeerikabrady @nerdishstylist @typingtwombly @maddie110201 @ashleyswriting @ashleyjeanvanheel @dtescohmi @atlas-of-the-world  @archiekins-ronnie @itsall-inmy-head @darlingimafangirl @ivette29 @henrietteoaks

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (you are here) | Part 6

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“I could do this all day,” Stiles whispered against your lips, a sweet smile resting on his face. He hovered over you on your bed, his elbow propped him up, and he stared down at you. You giggled, biting your lip.

“Then do it all day,” He rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around you protectively and nuzzling his face into your neck, the scruffiness of his stubble rubbing against you. “I mean it, I don’t ever want to leave this.” You whispered to him, getting comfortable on your bed. 

Stiles let out a soft sigh, nodding his head in your neck, “I know, and I won’t ever leave you.” Being with Stiles for the past year changed your life completely, he was the sweetest and most down to earth guy that you’ve ever met, and you knew from that moment, that you would never be able to leave him.

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what your sonic ship says about you
  • i have a theory that who you ship sonic with is reflected in your personality:
  • sonicxamy: you can be over excitable and occasionally annoy others. you look adorable in a bow, whoever you are.
  • sonicxsally: you didn't choose to be the leader of this project but everyone else is incompetent so you just do it so it doesn't suck.
  • sonicxshadow: either very sad or very gay. scratch that, even if you're straight, you're very gay. probably cries to live and learn. sa2 trash.
  • sonicxtails: you are smart and loyal and it'S NOT CREEPY IF THEY'RE AGED UP SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
  • sonicxblaze: you tend to be reserved, can come off as aggressive. you have tried to burn something with your eyes at least once.
  • sonicxelise: you are probably a really nice person but a lot of people might hate you.
  • sonicxknuckles: you find arguments cute. you have a massive sweet tooth. probably have a good sense of humour.
  • sonicxrouge: you are really sexy and angry. also slightly broke. but mostly sexy.
  • sonicxsilver: you probably apologise when you walk into doors.
  • sonicxchris: what, really? shucks, i'm sorry, you probably get more bashing than sonelise. i'm so sorry this befell you.
  • sonicxcream: you are adorable but you also could get away with murder. not saying you should, you just could.
  • sonicxeggman: you are dr. eggman trash. you would do anything for the good doctor. a n y t h i n g.
  • sonicxsonic: you probably wish they hadn't introduced so many characters. you came over sonic generations.
  • sonicxsomeoneelse: you are probably one person holding up your little fort but you don't care, you don't need anyone else, you're a badass, please stop crying.
  • sonicxONLYTHISVERSIONOFTHEMEVERYOTHERVERSIONISAWFUL: you just love to be special. probably overanalyses sonic like it's their job. i'm completely you.
  • sonicxeveryoneandanyone: cries a lot. massive slut but might be a virgin. me.
  • ace/aro sonic: traditionalist. there's a possibility that you don't want to hit me with a brick. maybe.
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I was tagged by a couple people to do this and since I’m not able to do anything else with my night and am avoiding everything have my home and lock screen, last song I listened to (amping up for concert Friday omg) and a selfie where apparently I was pretending to be otabek so that’s cool

I’ll tag @llyn-on-ice @dizzytea @yuris-gay-dads @thecatsmeo @honeynut-yurios @otayuriism @otayuri-queen @meimagino @spicykatsud0n and idk anyone else who wants to or doesn’t want to live your life man ✌️

killerfig  asked:

Whenever I write dialogue I find that it normally goes something like this. "Xander, I can't even believe you," he said, grinning. "Well, I have my ways," she said, smirking. Do you have any suggestions for dialogue writing and then showing facial emotions? [if that makes since eek]

Dialogue with facial expression, or any sort of movement, can be tricky to capture. One of the reasons I think it’s difficult is because we, as authors, need to capture near simultaneous actions. With that said, it isn’t impossible. It takes a bit of practice, and the willingness to think things through. If you do, you’ll end up with more realistic dialogue and not just a list of tags with -ing verbs. Here are my tips.

  • Think things through. No really. What is your character feeling? What are their motives? Are they interacting with anyone else? Think about the order of their actions, too. Do they move, speak, and then have a secondary action?
  • Moar detail. Capture more detail in their facial expression. Do they wrinkle their nose? Squint? Stare in wide-eyed wonder? For your example, What kind of grin? Smug? Lecherous? Broad? Provide this information to your reader.

“Xander, I can’t even believe you,” he said as a broad grin spread across his face.

  • Moar detail, (part deux) Use more descriptive words to capture the movement or facial expression. A smile can play or dance across a face if someone is happy or flirting. Or if they’re angry or sad, their face can contort, warp, or twist. Getting this level of detail adds another layer of depth. For example:

A smirk danced across Xander’s face as she glanced up at him. “Well, I have my ways.”

  • Body language. People speak with their entire body. So you need to capture not only the words, but what their body is doing, too. The phrase, “That sounds fine,” said with arms crossed and brows furrowed is going to convey a very different message than the same phrase accompanied by an approving nod. 
  • Split the movement and the dialogue into their own sentences, like I did in that above example. Not only will you give yourself a bit of breathing room to capture the expression fully, but you’ll vary your sentence structure– which is a good thing. Monotony sucks. 
  • Vary your ‘saying’ tags. Did your character mumble, groan, yell, stutter, gasp, offer, or rage? Instead of hunting down a word frequency calculator, CTRL-F (or CMD-F if you’re on a Mac) and type in those verbal tags, and your machine will find every instance of that word being used. Be wary of using any one word too many times. Switch things up.
  • Secondary effects. Think about accompanying effects, too. If someone is really yelling, is spit flying from their mouth? Are their cheeks red from a stream of tears? Again, think things through a couple steps.
  • Use markup sparingly. Markup referring to bold, italics, and underlining in dialogue. While some markup does have a place- capturing an inflection or tone change in a character’s voice without a tag, for example- it’s a frequent mistake for new writers to rely on markup instead of using their words. Don’t take the easy way out. 
  • No interruptions. Throw most of this out the window for quick exchanges or arguments between two characters. You don’t want to tags slow things down…
  • Unless another character joins in. Then you’ll want to reintroduce tags to make things clear…
  • Or it goes on for awhile. All conversations, even hours long arguments, have an ebb and flow to them. If you see a long bit of dialogue, it’s time to break it up and get some info about how and why they’re saying things. 

Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. To show you these principles in action, here’s a (draft) snippet from one of my latest chapters in my WIP, Sirens. I’ll put my thoughts in square brackets –> [   ]. 

“Don’t start,” the Catwoman warned. After the past twenty four hours, she was in no mood to rehash another unpleasant memory. [Instead of just ‘said’, I picked ‘warned’ to better capture her tone. I also provided a snippet of why that tone is relevant.]

“Selina took her hood off after a job,” Harley tattled and shoved a tart in her mouth. [Said would’ve worked, but I knew I could do better. I was debating between ‘interrupted’ and ‘tattled’, but went with ‘tattled’ because it captures her intent. Also, Harley shoving food in her mouth as she’s tattling serves two purposes. One, it reinforces that she’s a chow-hound, but that she doesn’t think twice about throwing Selina under the bus. Tattling is a casual action for her.]

“You take that masterpiece off your head?!” Stytch thundered. [Stytch has a bombastic voice, so thundered works. I also use ‘thundered’ for her character foil, so that’s one way I tie them together.]

“Gordon trapped me in a ninety degree air duct for an hour!” [no tag needed. It’s clear Selina is responding to Stytch]

I didn’t tell you to wrap yourself in indigo leather.” [again, no tag, because the exchange is continuing. I chose to use the italics to show Stytch’s inflection without adding a tag because I didn’t want to break the flow. Also, that’s the only italics in the whole 4,000+ word chapter]

“She’s not wrong,” Harley sputtered as bits of crust sprinkled on the table. [Harley butted in so you need a tag here to make it clear. Also, I want to reference she food in her mouth, so sputter instead of said makes sense here. I reinforced it by adding secondary action with the crumbs flying.]

Selina glowered and sank back into the chair. Arguing with Stytch and Harley at the same time was as productive as spitting in the wind. [No need for dialogue because Selina’s body language makes it clear she’s peeved, but doesn’t want to continue the argument.]

“Anyway,“ Stytch pivoted the conversation and swept the crumbs to the floor. "He said (scene continues)…” [There’s a lot going on here. First, I thought about how Stytch would move as she swept the crumbs off the table. She’d have to pivot at the waist to get the right sweeping movement. Since she’s changing the subject, she’s also pivoting the conversation so that verb does double duty. Second, it was time to get some different sentence structure in there, and I wanted Stytch to have a slight pause, so I put the tag where it is to capture it.]

One last tip. You’ll need a strong grasp of your character’s motives, personalities, and what is going on in a scene to pull off dialogue like this. If you have weak characters or plot, the dialogue will suffer. 

Hope this helps,

-Graphei

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