will you know how much i loved you

anonymous asked:

Hello! I really love your work and I was wondering what kind of brushes you use for coloring and lineart? Anyway, I hope you have a nice day!!

Hey there, thanks so much! I use Paint Tool SAI, and have a brush set downloaded and installed that gives me a lot of extra brushes that don’t come with the default program! You can download it here, if you want it, it’s got some cool stuff in it!

So the first one I use is the normal Ink pen, with the size somewhere between 4 and 20, depending on how big the drawing is! I don’t really change the brush size while inking, so all my lines are really just the same consistency (line weight isn’t something I really worry about very much in my art?? lol whoops) I also sketch with the Ink pen.

The other I use is the Nib Pen, and I use it when I want lines with a more traditional / rough texture! I draw with it between the size 4 and 9, and I usually play around with the density of the texture (Crust, in this case) until it’s the right amount of crispy for me, haha! I sketch with this too!

I mostly color/shade/render with the Ink tool, but when I want to add glowy effects or make it look slightly more painterly, I use the Wet Brush with the Tonto texture, cuz I like the square/glitch look it gives, I think it’s really cool, haha!

Coloring is my Least Favorite Part of the drawing process, so I don’t really have any fancy Tips or Tricks. These are the layouts I’ve come to use the most after experimenting a lot with the density/blending settings of the brushes!

anonymous asked:

I just went thru ur entire blog (instead of homework) and I love u and this made my heart happy. Also for your consideration: obscure southern phrases. My favorite bein "cold as a witch's tit" and other such stuff (I'm texan IDK what constitutes southern slang 😅) ps ur art is beautiful and the tags you leave for other artists are so nice

aw omg thank you so much!!!!! im so glad you think so its so nice of you to send such a nice ask :’)) i m laughing really hard at “cold as a witch’s tit” omg??? the south is truly amazing

anonymous asked:

Okay so I just watched the Saeran's butt comic and now I can't stop thinking about how he would get revenge on MC. Like you know, how bad it be when he's mad?...I'm such a horrible person for imagining this but I'm kind of interested to know since you're our sin queen. I love your art so freaking much btw. Hope you're great

Tight you up, spank the life out of you, then fingerfucking you but never let you satisfy, leave you with a vibrator on all day tying up on bed while he go for his hacking (he just turns it on and off when he wants to) and no never to the point you can cum . Even if he untie you he wouldn’t fuck you, just ignore you for days. Good luck being thirsty forever. 

anonymous asked:

Not that I disagree w you (Sherlock is gay) but there are men who have a stunning level of personal hygiene who aren't gay and by saying a guy is gay bc he takes care of his hair/cares about how he looks feels like stereotyping which idk it kinda hurts? Sorry I really don't mean to be mean I genuinely love your blog sm and I admire how much you care:) I just wanna know your thoughts on that perspective?

First I want to point out that Sherlock specifically said ‘personal grooming’ not personal hygiene, and using actual traits Sherlock points out in others to associate them with being gay that also apply in regards to him is not offensive. Using clues as pointed out in gay characters by the title character that also fit him isn’t offensive. Identifying a character as gay using traits pointed out by himself isn’t offensive.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a little scenario where Violet takes his s/o on a date and they have their first kiss plz?

When (Y/N) envisioned this date, Gregory is pretty sure that eating virtually alone while their beau tries to hide under his cloak and sketch isn’t what they imagined.

But after all, what excuse can he really give for himself? He’s an introvert by nature, and being able to feel people who are probably staring at the two of them is uncomfortable. If he had it his way, he would have just sat with them at home, on the window seat, drawing and humming to each other. Lying reclined with them against him would even be preferable. They deserve this, though; some normalcy. Being able to be with someone who’s happy to go out for afternoon tea, who is invigorated by Sunday strolls through the park, who can take them dancing at night without getting lightheaded. At the very least, they deserve someone who can pretend.

All things considered, he’s not doing very well at even pretending to be the person they deserve. Gregory Violet posing as a socialite is not a very convincing picture.

When they lean over and pull his hood down, his instinctive reaction is to squeeze his eyes shut. Everything is too bright in this cafe, and it’s too busy, and he doesn’t want them to think he can’t handle it–

“Gregory.” Their voice is an instant calm, lips giving him a gentle smile. Their hands shift down, the backs smoothing at his soft hair before curling around the fingers that are holding his pencil. It’s amazing how they’ve whispered understanding in just that one word, in just his name. “Why don’t I wrap the rest of these up, go pay, and we’ll get out of here?”

He can’t bear to open his eyes, or swallow past the lump in his throat. It feels like he’s ruining the whole day. Wasn’t this what they wanted, to come out and be seen and have a good time? “N… no, that’s… okay.” The words come out clumsily; a person would have to be deaf to not hear that he doesn’t mean them at all. There’s nothing better he’d like than to just go home and be with his darling in a way that doesn’t drain his energy like this. But they deserve better, so he tries to lie.

Their fingers keep his in their grasp, and their other hand runs along the nape of his neck – making him shudder almost violently. “Come now. We’ll have a nice tea at home, and you’ll feel better there.”

“Mmmnn…” Is this a test? That sounds lovelier than an afternoon out pretending to be nice to strangers and barely touching his food. Surely they don’t mean it. “But you wanted to…”

Suddenly his eyes are forced open, by the shock of feeling two warm lips against his. They taste like strawberries and cream, black tea with sugar, sunshine. That’s what they taste like… how does he know that? This is the first time they’ve done… this. When they pull away after a moment, Gregory finds himself still hungry for them. One kiss isn’t enough, but with all these people watching…

They’re smiling. “I don’t care where we are, love,” they murmur, giving a tug to pull him onto his feet. “What matters is that we’re together.” Another kiss, this time to his cheek so they don’t completely fluster him in public. His face is red enough already, after all. “They left us a box here; you pack the rest of the food, and I’ll pay the shopkeep. Then we’ll go home… finish having tea… and cuddle. That sounds good, doesn’t it?”

He relaxes into the touch, content for the moment. That’s right, that’s right… he just needed a reminder. They love him, and they don’t want him to change. He’s awash with reassurance, and nods in relief. It’s the best possible outcome of the day.

“That sounds wonderful.

Fine pt-2

Originally posted by pjkook

based on fine by Taeyeon

words: 2.2k

summary: Your in love with Jimin, your best friend, who’s also a player and you don’t know how to tell him about how you feel.

before your read: yes i had posted a part two to this but i didn’t like it so instead i completely RE DID IT. I am sososo much happier with this part! Anyways I hope you like it!

part 1

You almost feel lightheaded at Taehyung answer, you didn’t believe he would actually do this to you. You trusted him, despite him only being Jimin’s friend and not really yours, you truly had put your trust into him.

“What?” Jimin asks dumbfounded as if it was hard to believe it.

“What the fuck Taehyung?” you whisper almost slightly pushing him and he averts his eyes towards you.

“I’m doing this for your best” he reassures and you laugh at him, how dare he be the one to tell him when you were waiting for the right moment?

“No Taehyung, you’re not. You did this to mess with me! I told you I didn’t want him to know and you went right ahead and told him! What rights did you have to do this?” you feel the tears wanting to escape your eyes but instead, you look down at the floor, hoping they would disappear somehow.

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| “Welcome Home” - One-Shot |

This is my submission for @negans-dirty-girl‘s 4k writing challenge! I’ve never written anything other than my multi-chapter fic, so this was new and difficult for me, but I really enjoyed it. I hope you do as well! I know it’s supposed to be a Negan fic but I had to put a hefty amount of Simon in there too after meeting Steven Ogg this weekend and remembering how much I love Simon.

Characters: Simon & Negan x Reader

Words: 1,871

Prompts: Raincoat, Make a Wish, and/or Silhouette (could pick one, two, or all three - I decided to do all three)

Cautions: just language & a bit of violence

It was cold, it was wet, and you were pissed off.

Separating from your group had proven to have dire consequences, even though you knew it had to be done. Landon had become unpredictable and emotionally volatile, and it was only a matter of time before he put your entire group in danger. You had also noticed a change in Keira, and you weren’t sure who she tied her loyalties to anymore. As the newest member of the group, you were almost certain if anything happened and they needed a scapegoat or a sacrifice, it would be you.

So you ran.

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anonymous asked:

I NEED TO TELL SOMEONE. That's I love my boyfriend very much. I just, have, many emotions over that adorable human. Someone needed to know I decided it would be you. Also your great I love your blog.

I am so happy for you !! And your boyfriend is so lucky !! I hope he knows how much you love him :’D. I am so glad that you chose me to tell this. Have a nice day sweetie. And I hope that love never fades . xx

thedancingsim  asked:

I know people have questioned it in the past, especially for your NSB, but I actually love how slow you play your legacy! I like that you show screenshots of every little thing—it really helps me imagine the story and piece everything together 😊

i can’t accurately express how much this means to me thank you seriously i’m glad there are people who enjoy my gameplay i’m just having fun sharing my gameplay ❤️

anonymous asked:

Your latest chapter. All of it. Seriously, probably one of my most favorite things ever. Perfection. I don't know how you do it, but it's just so "them". I LOVE their easy banter, the subtext of their dialogues, the knowing looks they exchange... Your Sam and Cait are everything! I've always wondered... Is that how you really see them IRL or are they just two characters with these particular names to you now? Your writing is so vivid, raw (in a good way!) and passionate! I love it! Thank you! ❤

Thank you, love! So much.

That’s a tough question to answer. I think my perception of them is coloured by a number of things:

1) My relationship with my husband, who is Welsh. I take a lot of his typically “British” mannerisms or traits, and I incorporate them into the fic, along with impressions from my years spent living in England and Wales.

2) The fact that I have written so many stories about them, and it’s now difficult for me to separate my fic interpretations of their personalities, with who they ‘appear’ to be in public. For instance, when Caitriona quoted Neruda via RT, I almost died, as I’ve had her quote / think about poetry (and Neruda) so many times. It’s always a thrill when we get a peek into who they truly are.

3) Lastly, I don’t think we can really ever know Sam and Caitriona, and that’s the way it should be. They should have their private lives. They are both so fiercely intimate with themselves in that way. What I’m writing about is inspired by them, but I would never claim to know them. 


anonymous asked:

Random request since there open Yooseven?? If that's ok!! If you can do that!! That would be AMAZING!!! Love yo art I know your art is gonna go SHOOTING up the roof ok that's it bai!!

Thank you so much for the kind words anon <333 Here you go~ I’m always happy to draw the OTP! 

~requests are still open~

anonymous asked:

I stumbled into your blog and I completely fell in love with your headcannons and scenarios! Admittedly, I was a silent lurker for a while since I'm a little shy, but I really, really wanted to let you know that you're a talented and amazing person to give some of your time to write all these wonderful pieces for the growing BotW fandom. Thank you very much! Would you mind doing a headcannon on how Sidon's relationship develops with a s/o he met through an arranged marriage?

Awww bb… Thank you so much, I’m lucky to have people like you following

-Mod Pinks

Growing relationship in arranged marriaged (Sidon)

  • The first few days are inevitably a bit awkward
    • Yet Sidon enjoys getting to know this new person he shares his life.
    • Approaches them as a friend first- there’s a good chance they didn’t want to get married, so its better to be a friend than a lover they never wanted.
  • With time, they do become good friends, and bond over duties and having another person they can trust and talk to.
  • They grow to be really close, and one day, Sidon asks if he can properly woo them, since they’re already married, they never got to woo so… He’d like to at least try to give them the proper romance they deserve.
  • What happens next is entirely up to the s/o

anonymous asked:

I'm pertty sure I was supposed to be born a girl but I'm too scared and apathetic to transition

Oh goodness, I don’t know or have much experience on this, but know that its okay, and people love you and support you, and its okay to be scared- and its okay to feel how you feel, if you feel you are a girl- if you’re sure, then you’re a girl

anonymous asked:

Sleepover: Soooo I think I'm a little confused on if I have a crush on this bestie of mine or just really love them in a platonic way, see whenever I talk to them or anything it's really nice and fun, and we have so much in common. I just really needed to get that out! Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable!!

how to know if you have a crush on someone: everything they do makes you happy, you think about them more than usual, their smile makes your whole day brighter whenever they so much as brush your skin in any form of content you feel completely blessed

that and ur heart goes wh o mo mw ghomwhwmghp

sleepover questions

Let me start off by saying I love Got7. I was introduced to kpop with Got7. I will always love them and be an igot7 but my kpop love grew from there thanks to them. I am now a part of sooooo many fandoms including Monsta X. I watched last week how Got7 got so much love and four wins (so happy and proud of my boys). But now I feel like it’s time for Monsta X to get that same love. I know it’s unfair of me to ask but to anyone out there who has a soft spot in their heart for us Monsta X and kpop underdogs in general, please vote for Monsta x, stream their video and maybe even listen to the rest of their music. I swear you won’t regret it. Even if you don’t know them or stan them, seeing those boys get their first win will fill your heart with so much joy and happiness you’ll be glad you did. Sorry for the rant but I really want this for them.

anonymous asked:

*Curtsies* I have been waiting for approximately 97 years to know what your author account is, but I didn't want to pry out of respect for your privacy. However, I am now literally crying from happiness. Finally, all has been revealed and your book will be mine soon. Congrats to you, congrats to your family, congrats to everybody! Nothing will be able to bring me down off this high for a good two weeks, so thank you so much! *Rushes off to tell everyone she knows about how happy she is.*

*curtsies* Aw, thank you! Happy to hear it was worth the wait and I hope the book doesn’t disappoint!


☇  hogwarts au

genre: pretty much fluff ( but maybe a lillll bit of angst??)

pairing: jimin // you

word count: 4,781

warnings: none

Description:  “hi, you don’t know me, we’re from different houses, and i’m not exactly sure how to tell you this, but i think your cat is in love with my toad??” was all you wanted to tell him. Only it goes terribly wrong when Park Jimin mistakes you for one of his one night stands. You hope that’s the last time you’ll ever speak to him, only it’s too late. Once you’re on his radar, you won’t be able to get rid of him.

A/N: inspired by a prompt i saw floating around tumblr!! although it got reaaaaally off track and long

selcouth (adj.) - unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvelous


“Agh!” you yelp, hopping backwards and scrambling for something to hold onto. You get a glimpse of a long, fluffy orange tail before it disappears under your bed. One of your house mates, Heeyeon, looks up from where she’s doing her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

“Why are you so loud?” she sighs, leaning back onto her hands. She watches as you slowly crouch down.

“That stupid cat is here again,” you say, frowning. Heeyeon slides off her bed and pads over to join you by yours.

“Again?” Both of you lift up the dark blue bed sheets that cover your bed, just in time to see a streak of orange fly out. You cry out, while Heeyeon fishes out her wand and flicks it. The door to your dorm slams shut, with the orange cat colliding into it.

Mreowwww,” it wails, scratching at the dark mahogany door. You wince at the noise. You’re sure there’s going to be scratch marks.

“How does it even get in here?” you mutter as both of you slowly walk towards it. You and Heeyeon decide to stop a good two feet away when the cat spins around and hisses at you, its fur bushing up.

“I swear, the poor cat is in love with your dumb toad,” Heeyeon comments, shaking her head. “Last time we found it, it was like kissing it.”

You glare at her. “Okay, it’s not exactly my toad. It’s Jungkook’s, and I’m just helping him look over it while he’s gone for Christmas.”

“Same thing,” says Heeyeon, tentatively using her wand to poke the large cat. It whips its head around and slashes at her.

“What the hell!” She scoots back, barely avoiding its claws. “Why is it so violent?”

“Well don’t poke at it, obviously.” You both watch as it continues to scratch at the door. A few moments later, the door swings open. 

Kyulkyung, your best friend since your first year at Hogwarts, screams, tripping over the orange blur as the cat streaks out of the room. She places a hand over her heart, her large brown eyes wide.

What in Merlin’s beard,” she gasps, “just happened?”

“Some cat keeps getting into the Ravenclaw common room and into our dorms,” you say, standing up from where you were crouching and patting down your robes.

“I’m seriously wondering how it gets in here, like you need to know the answer to the riddle,” adds Heeyeon. Kyulkyung’s eyebrows furrow.

“That cat seems awfully familiar,” she muses. “I feel like I’ve seen it around the corridors near Slytherin.”

Heeyeon wrinkles her nose. Back then, Slytherin and Gryffindor were mortal enemies. But now, it was your house, Ravenclaw, that absolutely despised Slytherin. Both houses were full of intelligent and clever students, causing a lot of competition. At first, it was just house points and academics, but soon it escalated to even Quidditch.

“That’s it!” Kyulkyung suddenly snaps her fingers, a triumphant look on her face. “I know whose cat that is.”

“Who?” you ask, heading back to your bed to collect your books for your next class of the day, which is Charms. Though it is Christmas break, classes still go on. They are easier though, the usual academic rigor gone since most students aren’t here. You take this chance to further your studies and learn ahead.

“The Slytherin hottie Park Jimin.”

You trip on your robes.


“Okay, so, how am I supposed to tell him?” Charms had just ended, and you, Kyulkyung, and Heeyeon are now entering the Dining Hall. All three of you eye the Slytherin table, eyes trained on where a certain boy is sitting with a few of his friends. You are surprised he didn’t leave for Christmas break.

“Just walk up to him and be like ‘hi, we don’t know each other, but your cat is in love with my toad, and I’d appreciate if you didn’t let it get into the Ravenclaw dorms again’ and then leave,” suggests Heeyeon, sliding into her seat at the Ravenclaw table. You nod hello to a few of your fellow housemates before sliding across from her, Kyulkyung next to you. All three of you dig into the delicious meals in front of you. There are cakes of all different kinds, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry glazed ham, lasagna, and many other dishes. 

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious,” mumbles Kyulkyung through a mouthful of food. Heeyeon blinks at her. “I am rather offended. I am being perfectly serious.”

“Blimey, the food is amazing, every meal is like my mum’s,” you say, groaning at the taste of the cranberry glazed ham. The sweetness melts slowly on your taste buds.

“But anyways,” you continue. “Are you sure it’s his cat? I don’t want to talk to him for no reason.”

“Yes, I’m absolutely certain,” sighs Kyulkyung, rolling her eyes. She stabs her fork into her carrots. “This is like the tenth time you asked me. Just trust me, will you?”

Heeyeon snorts. “Last time we did, we got caught snooping around in the Restricted Area and had to be personal slaves for Filch.”

“Okay, now that wasn’t my fault, Namjoon told me the books would be there!” Kyulkyung protests, crossing her arms.

“Please,” you say, raising an eyebrow. “We all know Namjoon is unreliable.”

“Either way,” Kyulkyung says, sniffing. “Just do it. I dare you, I’ll give you five galleons.”

You sit up immediately, leaning on your elbow and looking at Kyulkyung meaningfully. She rolls her eyes.

“Okay, fine, ten galleons.”

“Now we’re talking,” you say triumphantly, before standing up and brushing your black and blue robes. Heeyeon gapes at you. “You’re actually doing it?”

You shrug. “Why not?”

Kyulkyung snickers. “This is going to be amazing. Imagine the Ravenclaw brains going to talk to the Slytherin playboy. Legendary.”

You huff, before spinning around and marching towards the Slytherin table. You end up stopping behind Jimin, crossing your arms. No one notices you, all of them too busy talking and laughing. Finally you clear your throat and tap Jimin on the shoulders. He coolly turns around, and all his friends focus their attention on you.

He blinks at you, a lost look on his face when he takes in your Ravenclaw robes. “Yes?”

“Okay so-” you begin, only to get cut off.

“Look, um, I’m sorry I don’t remember your name, but if you’re asking me to give you another try, I’m not interested. Last night was fine, but I’m not looking for anything further than that.”


You blink at him, cheeks slowly heating up when you realize what exactly he’s talking about. Despicable Slytherins.

“God, you’re so arrogant!” You fume, face red and voice high with frustration. “Do you have that bad of self control? Why must you try to get in bed with every single girl here? Think with your brain for once instead of other body parts, will you? And to think you think I want to do- do that with you? Who do you think I am? I know my self worth, and I certainly am not low enough to stoop to your level.”

While you are speaking, Jimin frowns to his friends. “What is she talking about?”

“Jimin,” his friend Yoongi calmly deadpans. “She’s not Jihyo.”

Jimin’s blood runs cold. “What?”

“Jimin, you just ticked off and insulted one of the smartest sixth year Ravenclaws.”

Jimin curses softly.

“Wait, wait,” he interrupts your angry speech. You cross your arms, glaring at him. “I’m really sorry,” he says, having the decency to look slightly embarrassed. “I thought you were someone else.”

“Well obviously,” you comment. “Anyways, what I was trying to say is that I think your cat is in love with my - well no, not my toad, but Jungkook’s toad, and I’d appreciate if you’d keep a better eye on it because it keeps sneaking into the Ravenclaw common room.”

Everyone stares at you. 

“That’s it?” Jimin’s normal, slightly cocky persona is back as he finally focuses on you. You’re surprisingly not bad looking at all, and if you weren’t a Ravenclaw, Jimin would have categorized you as pretty, but his Slytherin pride refuses to acknowledge any good part of a Ravenclaw. He finds the annoyed look you are wearing sort of cute though, but then he shakes the thought away.

You sigh loudly, slightly exaggerating it. You shake your head while waving them off, before turning around and marching away from the table.

“Hm,” Jimin muses. “Interesting.”

Yoongi sighs. “What a bother.”


“How was it?” Kyulkyung calls out as you near their table.

“Uh, I don’t think it went very well,” Heeyeon whispers when she sees your dark thunderous look.

You pick up the nearest fork and aim it at Kyulkyung, who barely dodges it.

“Ah,” she says, scratching her head. “Was he too arrogant for you?” 

You give a little scream, marching away.

“Well,” Heeyeon says, shrugging, “I guess that’s a yes.”

Kyulkyung nudges her, pouting. “I’m going to have to owe her twenty galleons now.”


You really, really hoped that was the last time you would ever speak to Park Jimin. Kyulkyung and Heeyeon found it absolutely hilarious when you told him later that night.

Obviously, you were hoping for too much, when you realize that he’s been in almost every single one of your classes since the beginning of the year and that you’ve just never noticed. And vice versa, because now Jimin knows you, and he’s not about to let you go that easily, not when you’re an easy Ravenclaw target to irritate. He found your reactions entertaining and a breath of fresh air, because until you, no girl had behaved that way towards him.

And because of him, you were now the new hot topic of the school. It wasn’t entirely negative; new people who you found were pleasant became your friends. But that also meant that some girls were jealous of you, and all of Jimin’s friends knew you. You nearly trip down the stairs the first time Jimin says your name because how in the world did he find out?

“Y/N!” You hear your name as you exit your Charms class. It has been a week since break had ended, and now all the students are back. You are walking with Jungkook and Kyulkyung when you hear the annoyingly smooth and familiar voice. 

“Merlin’s beard, please not today,” you mutter, slightly defeated. Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Is that Park that I hear calling your name?”

Kyulkyung snickers behind her hand, and you throw her a glare. “Yes,” you mumble, rubbing the area between your eyes. You really are not in the mood.

“Wow, what did you do to get on his radar?” Jungkook asks. You just shake your head. “Don’t even ask.”

“Hey, Y/N!” Footsteps near you, and you panic.

“Nope,” you say loudly. “Nope nope nope.”

“Stop running away from me, Y/N.” A hand lands on your arm, and you quickly jerk your arm away. Kyulkyung is giggling, and quickly drags Jungkook away. Jungkook at least has the decency to throw an apologetic look. 

What do you need?” You spin around. You are already getting ticked off.

“I have a proposal,” he begins, swiping a hand through his hair. Warning bells go off in your head. After all, your mother has taught you to never make deals with the devil.

“Nope,” you say, shaking your head. 

“Y/N, please, I’m serious,” Jimin says, sighing. He looks a bit annoyed. You’re offended, because he has no right to be annoyed at you when he has been the one doing the annoying.

“No,” you say loudly again. You then turn on your heel and then bolt off. 


“Not today, Satan!”


Jimin ends up cornering you right before dinner.

“Just listen to me!” He has an iron grip on both of your wrists so your hands can’t go to your wand. “I promise it’s nothing bad.”

You look at him suspiciously.

“What do you want?”

He let’s go of you slowly, seeing that you aren’t struggling anymore. You finally take a good look at him. He’s slightly sweaty, hair wild and sweat on his neck. His green Slytherin robes are wrapped loosely around him. You guess Quidditch practice just ended.

“Like what you see?” He smirks. You send him a look, and he bites his lips.

“Sorry. I’m kidding.”

You tap your foot. “Jimin, stop wasting my time. Just tell me what you need,” you say.

“Well,” he says, hesitantly. “I want to be friends.”

You’re not sure if you’re hearing right.


“I’m being serious.”

“But you’re a Slytherin,” you state blankly.

“Yeah, well, whatever, screw the House competitions,” Jimin shrugs. “It’s just I’ve been thinking, and I think you’re actually pretty cool. Um, no girl has ever acted the way you have, so, uh, yeah.”

You’re silent for a moment. You debate on just leaving, but when you take a closer look at Jimin’s face, you realize he’s sincere.

“Okay,” you agree. His head snaps up, surprised. 


“I said okay,” you repeat. “We can be friends.”

“Wait, really?” Jimin’s whole face brightens. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t expect me to be so friendly yet. You’re still annoying.”

Jimin flashes you a bright smile that leaves you a bit stunned, and taps you on the head. “Thanks Y/N!”

And then he races off, leaving you standing in front of the Dining Hall in confusion.


“PARK JIMIN.” Three days later, your voice booms around the room as you fling open the doors to Study Hall. Everyone looks up, eyes wide. There is a dark thunderous about you as you stride in, books in one arm and wand in the other hand.

Professor McGonagall shoots you an unsatisfied look.

You head straight for the back of the room, where your target is sitting with Yoongi, Jungkook, and Kyulkyung. 

Jimin looks up calmly as you approach. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” you snap, throwing down your books. “Seriously, I have to tutor you in Astronomy?”

He shrugs. “You’re like the smartest person I know. And we agreed to be friends, no? Friends help each other.”

Kyulkyung chokes.

“When was this?” Jungkook whispers, eyes as wide as saucers. Yoongi just grunts, flipping to the next page of his DADA textbook.

“I know, and surprisingly you’re tolerable. But I never agreed to tutor you. How can you just tell the professor that I would?”

“Hey, the first person I thought of at the top of my head was you, okay? I need to pass the N.E.W.T.S. Plus, you’ll get some extra credit and a House bonus.”

You groan, sliding into your seat. “But now I have to take time out of my schedule to tutor you.”

Jimin glares at you. “You’re lucky to tutor me. Every girl would kill for the chance to spend extra time with me. I’m good-looking and not stupid.””

You prop your chin up, wrinkling your nose. “Yes, but you’re also a bit of a narcissist and jerk.”

“Y/N, it won’t be that bad,” Kyulkyung says. You look at her, betrayed. She shrugs. “I’m just saying.”

You sigh. “Well, what’s done is done.” You turn your attention back to Jimin, meeting his unreadable gaze. 

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll tutor you. Every Saturday, starting nine in the morning and ending at eleven at the library. Don’t be late.” Or else.

Jimin opens his mouth, about to protest, but one look from you shuts him up. 

“Okay, okay,” he yelps. “I’ll be there.”


It’s Saturday morning, and Jimin is very, very late.

You aren’t surprised.

But that doesn’t mean you aren’t pissed beyond belief.

You sit in the back of the library, arms crossed. Books are laid out across the table, along with former test papers. Even though you weren’t exactly thrilled to tutor Jimin, you still had to uphold your responsibility. You couldn’t change anything, so why not just do your best to prepare him?

But he’s almost ninety minutes late, and you are reaching the very last straw.

Fifteen minutes later, you finally get up. You don’t even know exactly how to feel. The fact that he wasted ninety minutes of your precious Saturday mornings was unacceptable.

You flick your wand, organizing your books back and papers back into a pile and storing them in your bag. Then you head out the library.

You’re not sure if you can get any angrier when you ears catch wind of something.

“Did you hear?” A fourth year you recognize passes by, whispering to her friend. “Jimin, that super hot sixth year in Slytherin is back together again with Jihyo.”

“No way,” her friend whispers back. “I thought he was chasing Y/N.”

“Well, I don’t know, but I heard some people from Slytherin talking about it. Apparently they, uh, slept together.”

You hearing roaring in your ears, and all you can focus on is the rage you feel within yourself. The underclassmen notice you glaring at them and they shrink, quickly whispering and scurrying away.

You toss your hair over your shoulder and stalk back to the Ravenclaw common room.


“Y/N, just talk to him.”

Jungkook frowns at you as you ignore him, continuing to quietly eat your breakfast. It has been two days since the incident Jimin. You’ve successfully given him the cold shoulder, and you scoff at the fact that Jimin doesn’t even know what he did wrong.

“Y/N,” he says, shaking your arm. You place your fork down quietly.

“Why do I have to talk to him? He should be the one apologizing, but he doesn’t even know what he did wrong because all that goes through his dense head is what under a girl’s clothes!” you snap. Both you and Jungkook glance past your fellow housemates to look at the Slytherin table. 

Jimin looks up with a smile on his face, just in time to meet your eyes. A pretty girl with long dark hair and wide brown eyes is sitting next to him, stroking his cheek and murmuring sweet things into his ear. You assume it’s the girl Jihyo. His smile fades when he sees your stormy glare. If looks could kill, he would be long dead.

You stand up resolutely, appetite lost. “I’m gonna go,” you say simply to Jungkook, before collecting your robes and fleeing the Dining Hall.


“I’m sorry.

You stare skeptically at the boy in front of you. Unlike usual, Jimin is hunched over, tugging at the sleeves of his robes. The usual arrogance and confidence is gone, only guilt showing.

He had tracked you down at one of the towers, and wind gusts around both of you.

“Funny how it takes you almost a whole week and one failed test to remind you what exactly you did wrong,” you comment. “If Professor didn’t give that pop quiz, you would continue being this clueless, huh?”

“I really forgot,” he said softly. “Really.”

“Stop lying, Jimin!” You throw your arms out in frustration. “Don’t think I haven’t heard the rumors. I’m sure you had a wonderful sleep last Friday. I bet you slept so well that you forgot that I was going to tutor you last Friday.”

It takes Jimin a couple moments to understand what you mean. His expression closes down.

“Really, you actually listen to the rumors? I know it’s my fault, but don’t go around assuming things when you haven’t even heard the truth from me.” His tone is unusually angry, barely controlled. 

You wave dismissively. “Well, what am I supposed to think when you don’t even try to tell me? You didn’t even know why I was made at you.”

Jimin breathes deeply, letting out a tightly held breath. He seems to be trying to control his emotions. “Look,” he says, his voice soft again. It’s smooth and soothing, but you shake the thought away. “I’m sorry, alright? I’ll make it  up to you. I’ll treat you to like, Hogsmeade or something.”

“There’s no need,” you respond. “Just find a new tutor, Jimin.”

Then you leave before he can say anything.


You still go to the library that Saturday.

And like before, he isn’t there when you arrive. Yet you wait, because you decide that even though Jimin irks you, he deserves a chance.

Thirty minutes pass with no sign of Jimin, so you sigh and can’t help feel disappointed.

You turn around, only to crash into a warm body.

“Oof,” leaves your lips, and you stumble backwards onto the ground. A pair of shoes enters your line of vision, and a hand extends towards you. You tilt your head up, and your mouth widens.

Jimin stares back at you, dressed in a casual hoodie and dark jeans. A small smile is on his face.

“So,” you say, “you didn’t forget.”

“And you didn’t quit being my tutor.”

“Well then, let’s get into the studying.”

You find Jimin isn’t dumb at all, in fact, he’s much brighter than you expected. But you don’t know why you’re so surprised, because Jimin is a Slytherin: ambitious, clever, and resourceful.

He catches onto your studying techniques quickly, and you find the mood actually quite enjoyable.

Weeks pass by, and every Saturday, you meet Jimin at the library. He’s never late anymore, always there sitting when you arrive, a gentle smile graced on his face. Soon, two hours becomes three.

You find the previous first impressions of him slowly melting away and disappearing. The prejudice you had against him before now feels childish, because Jimin is nothing like the rumors.

Yes, he still has an ego, and still can be narcissistic and flirty, but you slowly peel away the persona he has created to discover the real Park Jimin.

Jimin is kind, soft, and gentle. You learn how protective he is over his younger brother. How he’s only dated so many girls because he felt too bad to reject them, trying to give them a chance that maybe things would work out. You learn that he doesn’t heartlessly break hearts, and tries to do so as softly as possible.

You learn that Jimin also makes mistakes, like the one time he slept with the girl, Jihyo, in a burst of moment that was too rushed for him to actually think. That was what started the following rumors. You tell him you are sorry for assuming things, but he only smiles, and his eyes crinkle up into crescents.

Jimin is also ambitious and passionate. You see this side of him when you are observing him out of the corner of your eye, when you see how focused he is, because he really wants to do well. You see this during Quidditch games, the anticipation straining in his body, the need to win.

What you don’t know however, is that Jimin is observing you too. He notices your little habits, the light tapping of your pencil when you’re restless, the way your eyelids flutter when you’re tired. He notices when you think you’re sneaky and take little peeks at him. He tries hard not to chuckle.

Soon, the lines between the both of you are blurred, when each session leads to more intimacy; the way your shoulders lightly touch, the way your bodies always gravitate towards the other’s presence, the light brushes of fingers when you’re walking in the corridors for your next class.

You’re playing dangerous games, and all it comes down to is who falls first.


“You’re so stupid.”

Jungkook grunts as you scold him. He leans on you for support, hobbling on his left leg.

“How can you fall off a broom? You’re a seasoned Quidditch player Jungkook.”

“Just stop talking,” he mutters, “and take me to Madame Pomfrey.”

You snicker, guiding him forward, when you hear voices ahead.

“Jimin, I like you.”

You tense slightly, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook, who looks at you curiously. You continue walking, turning the corner, only to back up quickly.

“What the- what the heck, Y/N?” Jungkook curses softly when you almost step on his foot. He looks up to see you peeking slightly around the corner, and tip toes to see what you are looking at.

Jihyo is standing in front of Jimin, who has his hands shoved in his pant pockets.

“Jihyo, look, that one time was a mistake,” Jimin says, shaking his head. 

“But I actually have feelings for you,” Jihyo begs quietly. Jimin is silent, staring at the ground. 

Then Jihyo steps forward, wraps her arms around Jimin’s neck, and kisses him.

You make a noise at the back of your throat, right when Jimin shoves Jihyo back. He notices you and Junkook.

“Y/N,” he says. “It’s- it’s not what -”

“Let’s go, Jungkook,” you say tightly, stepping forward. Your grip on Jungkook’s arm tightens as you near Jimin and Jihyo. Tension is thick in the air. As you walk by, your eyes lock onto Jimin’s. They flicker with unreadable emotion. Something twists in your heart, and you quickly look away.

When you are well past Jimin, your steps fast, as if you are trying to flee, Jungkook breaks the silence.

“Y/N, you like him.”

You don’t say anything back.


Two weeks go by without talking to Jimin. You don’t go to the library anymore.

Your feelings and thoughts quickly get buried down though when the teachers start increasing the workload in preparation for midterms. In a way, you are glad for something to do. Kyulkyung, Jungkook, and Heeyeon don’t prod you anymore about Jimin after you blow up at them one night in the common room.

“It’s always Jimin this Jimin that!” you had yelled, slamming down your books. “Just shut up about him, my life doesn’t revolve around a single boy.”

Jimin also seems to get the memo that you don’t want to talk to him, because he doesn’t try to approach you. You avoid going to the Dining Hall in risks of running into him. You pass him by in the hallways sometimes, and occasionally Jihyo is with him. You avoid his eyes, ducking your head down. You can feel his burning gaze on your back.

It is a snowy Valentine’s Day when you receive a letter by owl. Everyone has left for Hogsmeade, either on dates or with friends. You had declined going.

You spend the day wandering the school grounds and playing with different spells. The owl comes near noon, when it drops a white envelope into the snow in front of you.

You lean over and pick it up, slowly opening it and sliding out the letter. 

“Come to the Astronomy Tower” is written in a familiar scrawl you can’t quite pinpoint. You consider ignoring it, but curiosity get’s the better of you and you find yourself trekking up through the snowy steps to the top of the tower.

As soon as you reach the top, you immediately whirl around, heart pounding. You first instinct is run.

A gentle but strong grip encases your wrist. 

Jimin tugs you, spinning you around so you are only centimeters away from him. Puffs of his breath rises up and mixes with yours. Snow particles dust his hair, and his cheeks and nose are rosy from the cold. You realize his grip is icy cold.

“How long have you been here?” you whisper. Jimin stares down at you, eyes roaming your face.

“Long enough,” he answers.

“What if I didn’t come?” you ask. He let’s out a loose chuckle.

“Well,” he says, voice raw, “I had to try.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you lick them nervously.

“Just like how I have to try this.”

And then he swoops down and kisses you.

You don’t respond at first when you feel his cold lips on yours. But slowly you give in, and you kiss him back.

When you break apart, your lips feel slightly swollen, from him or the cold, you’re not sure. Jimin leans his forehead against yours, only breaths away from your face.

“Sorry,” he says roughly. “You can hate me now. I just- I knew I would regret it if I didn’t kiss you once in my life.”

You lean back from him, feeling cold snowflakes land on your face. “You idiot,” you say, shaking your head. “I kissed you back.”

He blinks at you.  To him, you look like an absolutely angel. “Wait. So. Do you like me?”

“For someone as smart as you, you sure are dumb when it comes to feelings.”

“Says the one that ignored me for two weeks.”

“Hey! Just shut up and kiss me, Park Jimin.”

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