A werewolf? And a femboy? AND A MAID? FOLLOWING ME?
YYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS (im technically a she it but this is Tumblr im a femboy here too. yknow what actually screw it im a guy too sometimes... a femguy...) ((I died by my own words im literally in class lmao and I have literally no idea)) (((I don't even work here)))
Summary: Taehyung and Hoseok drag you to Hogsmeade to spend time with them and Yoongi. Though, they might have other plans up their sleeves.
I don’t regret doing so many Min Yoongi imagines. Seriously, if you want someone else you should request it. Requests are open for a reason. I’d be happy to do it.
“Come on, Y/N!” Begged Taehyung, taking your hand and shaking your arm. “You’ve got to come to Hogsmeade with us!” You shook your head, determined not to give in, even if Hoseok dropped to his knees.
“I’ve got too much work to do,” you said, watching as your Hufflepuff friends basically groveled at your feet. “You do too! Why are you going to Hogsmeade?!”
“Hyung’s date canceled, so he invited us,” Taehyung muttered, chewing on his cheek. Hoseok stood and grabbed your shoulders, steering you to the Hufflepuff girl dormitories.
“If you think we’re letting you do homework on Christmas, you don’t know us.”
“Hoseok-”
“It’s Christmas, you’re going!” Hoseok said, pushing you into your dorm room despite your arguments and reluctance. “No excuses!”
“What- Hoseok!” You cried as he touched the door, causing it to force itself closed. Rule Number One: No boys in the girls dormitories. The doors closed automatically if anyone with he/him pronouns passed the doorway.
“Get dressed for snow, Y/N!” You could hear Taehyung laughing through the door.
“You guys are jerks!” You called out, kicking your door. Regardless, you pulled on a jumper, along with your other winter clothes, and opened the door to see Hoseok and Taehyung already dressed and ready with wide smiles on their faces as they grabbed your hands and pulled you out of the Common Room.
“Slow down, we’re going to trip!” You laughed as the three of you raced up the staircases, through the hallways leading to the courtyard, hands linked as they pulled you along. “I don’t have as long legs as you guys do!”
“At least we’ll have a soft landing,” laughed Hoseok, his heart smile keeping you warm against the bitter wind that plagued your trip to Hogsmeade. The three of you got in the carriages, protected from the wind until you got there. You got out with the help of the two princes that helped you down from the carriage.
You ran your hand along the Thestrals back, unable to see them, but knowing they’re there. Taehyung and Hoseok were used to this by now, having gotten used to your weirdness.
“Which one are we meeting?” You asked, turning and smiling at the boys, letting Taehyung wrap his arm around your shoulder.
“Yoongi~hyung,” Hoseok mentioned, smiling when you turned away and pouted and groaned, making him take your hand. “And we’re supposed to meet him in The Three Broomsticks,” he checked his watch. “Five minutes ago.” You gasped as Hoseok pulled you and Taehyung along like a chain. A few times you had to grab Taehyung and drag him away from shops as you passed.
Entering The Three Broomsticks, you breathed in, taking in the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, the warmth of it all a pleasant atmosphere compared to the harsh snow that rested just outside the door. “Where is he?” You asked, looking at all the tables.
Suddenly, a hand was under your chin, pushing your head up to see a single black-haired Slytherin smiling at the three of you from the upper landing, a rare place to sit, only if you were on the good side of the landlady and barmaid, Rosmerta. You looked at him skeptically, a smile still on your face as he waved.
“Come on,” Taehyung said, helping you over to the ladder that led upwards. You were the first up, helped up by Yoongi, who glared at Taehyung and Hoseok.
“You guys are late,” he chided. Taehyung’s head popped up from the ladder as he climbed up, taking a seat next to you, followed soon by Hobi.
“Not our fault,” he said, pointing at you. “She took forever to convince to come.”
“Hey! You basically locked me in my dorm,” you reasoned, pushing him lightly with a chuckle. Yoongi smiled at the now playful atmosphere that followed you from the castle. He raised his mug to his lips, taking a sip of the warm Butterbeer. “You already ordered?” You asked, picking up one of the four mugs on the table.
“Yeah,” he replied, placing his back down on the table, leaving a cream foam on his upper lip. It made you smile warmly. “Butterbeer’s the only good drink they serve here besides Firewhiskey anyways.”
“Which you can’t drink yet because you’re not 17 until next year,” you mused, sipping your own Butterbeer. The two of you bickered playfully, barely noticing Taehyung and Hoseok watching you two, completely amused.
“I am almost 17, and then I’ll be long free of the torture of having to swindle Rosmerta,” Yoongi joked, reaching forward and wiping the foam off your lip with a napkin. You made a small noise of surprise and licked your lips to get the rest of the foam off.
“She’s a nice lady, I don’t know why you swindle her like that,” you rang. Tossing him a napkin and gesturing to his own lip.
“Firewhiskey is nicer,” he mused, wiping his own lip. Taehyung and Hosoek stood up, grabbing the two of you by your wrists and pulling you to your feet when the Butterbeer was all done and gone.
“Let’s go to Honeydukes,” Hoseok said, dragging you to your feet and pushing you towards the ladder. You obliged, climbing down first and waiting for the boys at the bottom. You waved to Rosmerta as you grabbed Yoongi’s hand excitedly and dragged him out of The Three Broomsticks, the other Hufflepuffs following closely behind.
“You crazy woman, you’re going to pull my arm out of it’s socket,” Yoongi joked as you dragged him along laughing. Somewhere along the line, Taehyung stopped Hoseok and pulled him the opposite direction, leaving you and Yoongi alone.
“I’m not pulling that hard,” you snickered, dragging him into Honeydukes, not noticing his fond smile as your eyes widened in childlike glee at the candies lining the walls.
“You like the Chocolate Frogs, right?” He muttered, gripping your hand so the two of you didn’t separate in the crowded candy store. You nodded as he stopped in front of the display, lightly lifting one of the boxes. You looked around, unable to spy your friends.
“Did- did we lose Tae and Hobi?” Yoongi looked around and had to fight to keep a smile off his face. Those little sneaks.
“Seems so,” he said, “Did you bring money?” You suddenly remembered the small bag of Knuts, Sickles, and Galleons left on your bed. You groaned.
“No, I left my bag in my dorm...” You pouted, looking at the chocolate in front of you. Yoongi suddenly grabbed a few, taking your hand and pulling you to the counter with him.
“I’ll pay for you,” he proposed, putting them down on the counter. You shook your head at him, frantically turning redder by the second.
“I can’t ask you to do that!”
“You’re not asking, and I’m offering,” he said cheekily, sliding you a smirk that made your heart flip end over end. Within minutes you had a small bag filled with one Galleon’s worth of Chocolate Frogs as you walked out the doors. ($25 in America, 18 British Pounds, 21 Euros, and 27,107 won.)
You broke off part of the solid chocolate and handed it to him, which he took graciously. Silently thanking Taehyung and Hoseok, he slipped his hand in yours, taking a bite of the chocolate as the two of you walked down Main Hogsmeade, looking at the shops.
It began snowing harder, making it more difficult to see as Hogsmeade began to clear out, the students going back to the castle. You two stuck around for a few more moments, grabbing a hot chocolate from one of the street merchants as you walked.
“I still can’t believe Muggleborn merchants managed to bring Muggle coffee cups into the Wizarding World,” you mused, sipping from the cup in your hands.
“I’m not complaining. Keeps it warm,” Yoongi pondered, holding out his hand to help you into the carriage in front of you. You took it graciously, climbing in, with him following after and closing the door just as the Thestrals began to pull it along. You watched as it got darker outside, meaning the Christmas Feast was going to start soon.
There was a bump as the Thestrals went over the rocks. The hot chocolate was left forgotten spilling on the floor as you stared at the man who now blocked you in with his arms in his attempt to catch himself.
“Um. Sorry,” he whispered, turning red and avoiding your eyes.
“It’s okay,” you whispered back. “You know, usually they don’t hide mistletoe in these,” you said, your eyes shifting above his head. “I almost didn’t notice it.”
“Must’ve been the Weasley twins,” Yoongi muttered, eyes shifting downward at your lips. “Muggle tradition says we have to kiss doesn’t it?”
“We- we don’t have to,” you whispered as you watched him lean closer.
"Oh well.” His lips connected with yours, and it wasn’t like the stories. There weren’t fireworks, or sparks spinning in your head, but there was heat. Heat that spread from your lips to your fingertips, and to your toes and back. It flushed your cheeks, and made you forget your own name.
Soft kisses turn rushed, his hands grabbing you by the waist, rough but not demanding. He wouldn’t force you, he wouldn’t demand anything. But his tongue left an intoxicating taste that kept you wanting more, and your thoughts were bombarded with him, him, him.
Suddenly the door was pulled open, you pushed him off of you, turning incredibly red as you noticed Taehyung and Hoseok staring with raised eyebrows at the scene that had just unfolded in front of them.
“You couldn’t have waited a few more minutes,” Yoongi growled quietly, getting out.
“Actually, no,” Hoseok answered. “You would have devoured her before dinner even starts.” You coughed and hid your face as you climbed out, unaware of the proud smile Yoongi wore. His lips placed against your ear, he whispered.
I sit down to write and the weight of 10,000 years of human history suddenly weighs upon me. I am a pile of bones, nerves, and meat comprised of the same carbon atoms that were born billions of trillions of years ago, and as I open ____.doc, I am consciously aware of every moment of that atomic history inside my body.
My eyes burn. The flesh sloughs off my bones like meat left too long in the crockpot. Ants crawl inside me, biting and whirring inside me with a relentless fervor.
Is 3:30 pm too early to chug some fireball... Or wine? ...I shouldn’t get drunk everytime I feel bad but I’m gonna do it anyway while I have the alcohol 👍🏻
