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(after visiting the shadowgast residence)
Jester, sending to Fjord: -and they were comparing notes!
Veth: oh my god they were comparing notes
#veth knows exactly what that means#critical role#the mighty nein#this is so stupid#but am i wrong#shadowgast#comparing notes is like wizard foreplay#IM SORRY#BUT AM I WRONG THOUGH#incorrect quotes#mighty nein
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usha [ jin ]
verb : to enjoy looking at the opposite other ; appreciate their beauty by staring.
knock knock. who’s there? two idiots who are in love with each other.
pairing: kim seokjin x reader genre: fluff type: hogwarts au word count: 2,380 words warnings: none author’s note: it’s been over two months since i had last written anything, and last night, i was reminded again of how intrinsically rewarding and absolutely wonderful writing is after talking to @jheartseok, so thank you again, ave ♡ this is based on bits of my own dreams and how i see #seokfie aka @syubits and jin in a hogwarts au ily elfie even though i know you love jimin most but you refuse to admit it still
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As one of the Hufflepuff prefects, you are making your rounds around the basement floor in the hallway opposite from your house’s entrance. You had passed the barrel fifteen minutes ago, now strolling down the kitchens corridor. It is quiet, which is the usual noise level down here. Hufflepuff students tend to stick to curfew hours more so than other houses, so you rarely find them sneaking out. Any clamor made by the house elves in the kitchens is sealed away behind the massive painting of the fruit bowl. You have not seen The Gray Lady floating by, so you assume she is haunting a place elsewhere tonight.
A soft melody stuck in your head, you hum quietly and loosely hold your wand in hand, rhythmically tapping the tip of it against the side of your thigh as you continue your stroll. Suddenly, the edge of a heavy metal painting frame makes its way into your peripheral vision, and you quickly scamper away before you can suffer from a possible concussion, or a future visible bump on the forehead at the very least.
Your eyes are met with the outer corner portion of an ebony cloak first, then the golden lining stitched inside of it, and finally, the rather handsome side profile of the perpetrator is brought into view. Moments later, you can clearly see the man you caught red handed, who is still hastily attempting to shove something beneath his robe—Merlin’s beard, is that a two layer, frosted, decadent chocolate fudge cake with all the works?
“Seokjin, what the heck?”
The resident Hufflepuff heartthrob jumps in surprise with a high pitched yelp, and he whips his head towards you, eyes squinting to make out who was standing there in the dark. He protectively clutches the sugary sweet to his chest, but in a way that will not damage it, of course, and you have to hold back a snort.
“Shh, you didn’t see me!” He gestures wildly in the direction where he assumes you are standing, and then scrambles off towards the Hufflepuff common room. You almost laugh out loud at the complete absurdity of the situation, especially when he nearly runs gobsmacked into a wall but catches himself mere inches from the layer of stone. His eyes apparently have not quite yet adjusted to the darkness, you slyly observe with a slight grin on your face.
However, mid-sprint, Jin halts abruptly, and you tilt your head in confusion as he turns back towards you—or where he assumes you are standing. “Oh my god, please don’t tell _______ I was out after curfew. I can’t get into more trouble.”
The corners of your lips quirk up in amusement. “Don’t worry, there’s no need to tell her because I am _______.”
“Shoot.” He can only stand there, wide-eyed like a deer in the headlights, as you saunter over to him with a smirk.
“And what are you even doing with bottles of whipped cream and chocolate syrup in your pockets?” You give him a feigned suspicious look as you poke the aforementioned items with your wand.
Jin’s face may now rival the color of his favorite champagne pink sweater as he stutters over a poorly constructed excuse, “Okay, I swear to god—this isn’t for some secret fantasy kinky foreplay or whatever—”
You show him the most judgmental expression you can muster, and he shuts up straightaway, shrinking under your gaze. “Once again. Jin, what the heck? I was just going to ask if you’re gonna make ice cream sundaes.” You shiver slightly, “Please get your mind out of the gutter.”
“… If I give you half the cake I’m holding, will you forget this conversation ever happened?”
“Are you really trying to bribe a prefect?”
“What about half the cake and an ice cream sundae?”
“… Okay, fine, deal. And, Jin?”
“Yes, my wonderful and favorite prefect?”
“Twenty points from Hufflepuff for staying out after curfew.”
“But _______!”
“Hey, you’re lucky I didn’t give you detention.”
“Bu—”
“Would you like to try and push your luck?”
“… No.”
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You sit at the small wooden table hidden away in the History of the Trolls section: an area that no one ever goes to as evidence of the pile of dust gathering on the bookshelves and tottering book towers. A few months ago, you had traced “CLEAN ME” on one of the shelves’ surfaces, and the message is still present.
Various scrolls and books lay open in front of you as you attempt to find enough research to write a paper on the development of the medical use of shrivelfigs. This is such a frustrating topic since there is nearly no research available on shrivelfig treatment advancements. You are almost positive that your herbology professor was still hungover from a rough night of firewhisky that morning when he assigned it.
Rubbing your temples, you scan over the book in front of you before jotting down some quick notes. You only have another three feet of parchment to fill in, compared to the original nine. You can do this.
“_______! Look what I found!” Jin runs over to you and plops down in the seat next to you, chair legs making a screeching noise as it scraps across the tile floor, and you wince. The librarian strolling past your vicinity does not even bat an eyelash towards the ruckus Jin just made, simply sending a small, adoring smile towards him. The amount of charm Jin effortlessly holds over even the staff is unbelievable (and no, he does not use any banned love potions from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes).
He grins widely at you, and you tiredly return the expression, which he then returns tenfold before exclaiming, “Yoongi was wrong! There are more joke books from the Muggle section! Although I’m not sure why I found them hidden behind some books in the restricted section… But anyway, listen to this!”
You suppose you can take a quick break. Pushing away your paper, you stifle a laugh as you turn towards Jin to give him your fullest attention. You can already feel the onslaught of dad jokes coming. In your mind, you can already picture a certain Slytherin making his signature unamused face when he will be forced to listen to Jin’s new jokes. You are pretty sure he is going to try to burn those books next since hiding them only worked for a few weeks.
“Okay, so,” He clears his throat for emphasis. “What color are hamburgers?”
“Hm, I don’t know, Jin, what’s the answer?”
“Burger-dy! Burgundy, get it?” Jin is in absolute hysterics over the joke, guffawing and shaking in his chair, and you can’t help, but also laugh. He smiles at you, his gaze on you is soft, and you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks before you look away from the beautiful boy sitting next to you, shoulders brushing against yours.
“Okay, okay, here’s another one.” He calms himself down. “What is it called when a cow sings?”
You prop your head on your hand, elbow resting on the edge of the table, as you gaze at him for a quick second. But just a millisecond is enough to knock your breath out of your lungs. He looks so effortlessly stunning, bright eyes wide with excitement, plump lips pulled into one of those smiles that tugs at your heartstrings in the pleasantest of ways.
Wriggling around in his chair with giddiness, Jin is already chuckling to himself before he even says the answer, but ever the gentlemen, he waits for you to respond first.
Tapping your finger against your cheek, you at last let out a feigned sigh of defeat. “Ah, I don’t know. Tell me.”
“Moo-sic! And wait, the next one is even better! Did you hear about the witch who won the lottery? She went completely knuts!” Jin laughs loudly at his own joke, slapping the table, and he almost keels over. His laughter is contagious, and you chuckle along with him. That one was pretty funny, you have to admit.
“And this one is my favorite! How does the seeker get rid of a rash?”
“I—I honestly have no idea.”
“With quit-itch!”
You burst into a fit of giggles, and Jin beams proudly, perfect set of teeth on display and eyes crinkling in the corners. He is absolutely delighted with your reaction, grinning happily at you: the absolutely gorgeous girl sitting next to him, the only one to ever appreciate his jokes despite you sometimes calling him a dork, but that is just out of affection. Probably. Most likely. He hopes so.
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You are a simple girl. You do not ask for a gourmet five-star buffet or specially made takoyaki (although you would not say no to either of those things). You have more than enough food because one of the perks of being a Hufflepuff is being twenty steps away from food heaven, also known as the kitchens where the house elves are absolute angels every time you visit. But sometimes, a girl just wants her chocolate. And you just really want to eat some of the fudge you got from Honeydukes last weekend. But you can’t. Because of a certain person. Standing on the tip of your toes, you stretch upwards, your fingertips barely reaching the seventh shelf. Jumping up and down, you only manage to knock down a couple dusty books, which leads to a hacking fit.
Frowning, you dust yourself off and settle down in a chair, waiting for one particular Hufflepuff to show up with an explanation. When he does arrive, you fix him with a steely glare.
“Jin.”
“_______.”
“Why did you move my snacks to a spot behind the books on the top shelf?”
“No, I didn’t.” Jin looks away from you, guilt already written all over his face.
“Oh, really?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “Then why can I see a corner of the Cauldron Cake packaging from here? And who else, besides you, knows that I hide snacks in the bookshelves of Trolls section?”
Jin takes a small step towards where you are sitting before hastily sliding into the seat across from you. “Well, you see—”
You place your hand on your hips and tilt your head at him, and he stops talking. Biting his bottom lip, he already knows that by the stance you are taking, the way your glare intensifies, you know what he did. But he also can’t help himself from secretly admiring your tiny figure, looking up at him angrily. God, you look so cute when you are mad. It is like seeing a tiny pygmy puff get angry. Too adorable.
“You ate all the fudge, didn’t you?”
“I did not!” Jin denies.
“You do realize I can just use an accio charm to get my snacks, right? And then I’ll see if my fudge is still there or if someone ate it all.”
Well, shoot. Jin quickly backtracks, tugging at his gold and ebony striped tie and making himself look even more attractive with the loosened silk around his neck, unbuttoned ivory shirt, and tousled hair, which is just so unnecessary of him to do, you huff silently, but anyway, that is not the point you are currently trying to make— “Okay, so maybe I did.”
“I knew it! Jin, I was really looking forward to eating that today!”
"I’m sorry! I’ll buy you more next weekend!“
You let out a sigh and then decide to rest your head face down in disappointment, mourning over the loss of your chocolate. Quietly gauging your reaction for a minute, Jin scoots over next to you before poking your arm. “Would a joke make you feel better?”
Your answer comes out muffled. “No.”
“Well, too bad because I’m going to say it anyway. How does a cow laugh?”
You roll your head to the side to look at Jin, your face expressionless as you reply flatly, “Moo-ha ha ha.”
Immediately, Jin’s gleeful look crumples into a disgruntled one, and you almost laugh at the sudden facial change, a smile dancing on your lips. As you sit upright, Jin whines, “You were supposed to let me finish the joke! You always let me finish the joke!"
You shake your head slightly at him, giggling, and he can’t help but stop pouting and just admire the way you look. Your eyes, framed by long dark lashes, form the prettiest crescents and sparkle in a delightfully pleasing way as you look at him adoringly, small tendrils of your hair framing your face and pink lips shaped into the loveliest smile that he has had the chance of seeing in all the years of his life.
"Oh gosh, I can’t believe I’ve been dating an overgrown child for the past three years,” you poke his arm good naturedly, and he grins at you, wiggling his shoulders around playfully.
“Yep, you’re stuck with me.”
“Why am I even dating you again?” you sigh as the chuckles between the two of you subside, and you gently flick his nose. His nose scrunches up adorably, almost like a bunny, and you smile at the endearing sight.
“Because of my good looks. You should consider yourself lucky to be dating the most handsome man here.” He puffs his chest out proudly as he gives you a wink and an exaggerated flying hand kiss. In return, you give him a deadpanned look, and Jin swiftly retracts his answer.
“Actually, it’s because you’re so smart and wonderful and kind and beautiful, and together, we make the best looking couple here at Hogwarts, and I am the lucky one to be dating you.”
You let out a laugh, and your teeth peek out as you smile at your boyfriend. “Nice save there.”
“And because you love me.” He looks at you hesitantly with that answer, reaching out to slide his fingers between the spaces of yours.
“And because I love you,” you agree, squeezing his hand gently, and he beams so brightly. Admiring you with the softest look on his face, Jin tenderly wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you closer and pressing a delicate kiss to your temple before breathing out quietly:
“And because I love you most.”
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