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“Pretty Boy” Oliver Wood Smut

Requested by: savannah117230 on wattpad "Can you do an Oliver Wood smut? They could be best friends since 3rd year but she is a Slytherin so they kept their friendship a secret but in their 5th year their friendship is exposed. You can make up the rest because I'm not that creative lol."

A/N: I really like this idea! I'm going to switch it up a bit but I still really enjoy this! I did a bunch of drinking towards the end of it so if there's anything wrong just lmk lmao.

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, a brief instance of sexual assault, oral (male and female receiving)

Word count: 7,473

Guide: Y/N: Your Name Y/L/N: Your Last Name Y/H/C: Your Hair Colour

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I was the presumed heiress of Slytherin, both my parents were very prominent and well known Death Eaters. I was even sometimes called Slytherins "princess" just waiting for another noble Slytherin to come and sweep me off my feet. Marcus Flint, a boy in my year, was convinced he was my "knight in shining armour" and would try to get with me every chance he got. Typically, it always ended with me saying, "I'm sorry but who are you again?" But it never stopped, he was really persistent. It was kind of sad though, but I had to just deal with it. It was a big shock, to my fellow housemates, when I showed up at Quidditch trails. I walked out onto the pitch and just saw all these mouths agape. I looked at every single boy on that pitch with confusion. "We just weren't expecting to see you here Y/N." Our captain, Duncan Pucey said with almost as much as confusion drawn on his face like the rest of the boys standing there. "You boys seem to forget my father was a keeper his entire time here AND played for years on the Falmouth Falcons. Now, can we please stop gawking at me and start trials already?" I retaliated. It was no surprise when I made the team, but it was a surprise when I was placed as a chaser. I for sure thought I would be keeper just like my father. Duncan pulled me aside the last practice before games officially started, "I want you to know that you're brilliant in any position you play, but I need you as a chaser. There's a boy on the Gryffindor team, his name is Oliver...Wood? I think it's Oliver Wood and he knows Quidditch almost as well as you. I need you to keep the chasers on the best path to keeping us winning." He explained as he patted my back and then sent me off to the locker room. And that's exactly what I did. I was keeping the chasers in check, including Duncan. We made plays that no one dared to mess with and were almost impossible to beat. I wasn't entirely like my father, no no. My mother was the brightest witch of her time and it was clear I was following those footsteps as well. Best of both worlds one would assume. I wasn't some Slytherin who only did enough to pass class, I was going above and beyond each time and I quickly made it to top of my class.

The end of our second year wasn't super eventful, until Oliver and I were paired together for what seemed like the millionth time in Charms. Professor Flitwick rarely ever let us choose our own partners which would typically would be fine with me, but I was just continuously paired with Oliver Wood. Once I saw his usual grades, I immediately knew why. He was doing enough to pass, such a shame because he actually was brilliant. Our last class of charms before final exams came and went, but Professor Flitwick surprised me when he called Oliver and I up to his desk after class. "Is there something wrong Professor?" I questioned, shifting my bag behind my shoulders as I pulled my Y/H/C out from behind the bag. "Not per-say Miss Y/L/N. But I am concerned about Mr. Wood. He seems more concerned about Quidditch than his grades." "But I don't need good grades to get recruited for Quidditch." Oliver butt in, to which I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "But you need good grades to graduate Mr.Wood," Professor Flitwick turned to me, "Miss Y/L/N, could you be his study partner?" Professor Flitwick almost pleaded with me, but I didn't have the heart to turn down one of my favourite professors. I let out a long sigh, "I suppose." I replied as I crossed my arms across my chest and moved my weight onto my right leg and hip. Professor Flitwick beamed with delight, "Brilliant! 20 points to Slytherin. Now you two have a good rest of your day." He said as he started to clean up his classroom, Oliver and I made our way out of the classroom and toward the dining hall. Oliver opened his mouth but I responded quicker, "No, you are not getting any Quidditch secrets. Meet me in the library tonight at 7 or I will find you and drag you there myself." "Is that a threat or a promise?" He asked with a smirk. "Wipe that fucking smirk off your face before I decide to hex you instead." The smirk dropped off his face and we entered the dining hall and went our separate ways as I rolled my eyes, eager to let my friends in on the trauma of Oliver Wood I will endure for the foreseeable future.

Our third year came up a lot faster than expected, but I was still excited. I entered Platform 9 3/4 with my parents, and immediately we were met with stares and whispers. We quickly said our goodbyes, but not before my father handed me a broom. As he handed me the broom, he hugged my mother closer and smiles grew on their faces when they saw the excitement in my eyes. "A Transylvanian Barb! They're brand new! But why?" I asked, confused about the gift, but still excited nonetheless. "Our beautiful girl deserves only the best. Keep breaking records out there darling." My mother said before they pulled me in for one last hug and kiss before I boarded the train. I made my way to the back where the Slytherins were, but I couldn't help but notice all the stares and whispers now directed toward me. Directed solely toward me. I just hurried to the Slytherin car and I saw all my teammates waiting for me. We were all so excited for the new year because a new year meant new Quidditch plays. But a new term also meant that soon enough, you were Olivers study partner. It wasn't the ideal situation, but if it meant that the only person close to your skill was still on the pitch, and I was willing to make sure I had a worthy opponent. Soon enough, Oliver was asking for help in all our classes. I didn't mind, I got to keep him accountable, but it took up a lot more of my time. Eventually, it was nearing the time final game of the year. Gryffindor against Slytherin. Both of our teams were practicing as much as we could. I almost had no time to breathe, but this would all be over soon and everything would be a lot better and easier. I found myself in divination class, seated next to Marcus and Terence at our table. We were learning tessomancy, the divination form that requires you to read tea leaves. This class was meant to focus on soulmates and finding their initials in our leaves. Terence was struggling to figure his out, while Marcus just smirked at me. "It's your initial, looks like you really are my soulmate babe." Marcus said with a smirk. I shot him a disgusted look, "Mine is an 'M' BUT before you say anything it's the initial of the persons last name you git." I looked down at my cup and realised my mistake, my cup was upside down. That 'M', is actually a 'W'. I wasn't going to admit this to them though. "Fuck," I sighed, "Must be Malfoy." I played off how I really felt and what everything really meant. There were plenty of people in this school with last names beginning with 'W', but I didn't want to press it to much longer. I ended up helping the rest of the Slytherins and Trewlaney gave me 15 points for Slytherin. I immediately went to my usual spot in the library and just hoped and prayed to Merlin everything would go back to normal. Oliver arrived moments later and took his usual seat. We had two essays to write so we just created small talk every now and again to fill the air. I finished before Oliver, I did some studying before he finished. I proof read his essay, it was actually really good. "Oliver, this is great! I told you that if you a little more effort in you would be great! You might not need me much longer." I said with a playful chuckle. "I would hate to end these study sessions, working with you is actually quite fun and you help me keep on track. Who knew the princess of Slytherin had it all? Looks, smarts, and excellent quidditch skills." Oliver said with a smirk, which made me blush. "Alright pretty boy, I love my ego being stroked, but both of us have practice tonight. Mine is soon, yours is later. I'll see you tomorrow on the pitch Wood. Can't wait to kick your ass." I said as I sent a wink his way and walked away after all my stuff was packed away. I made my way down to the pitch where I got ready and headed over to Duncan to discuss what plays we need to make and so on. By the end of practice, we had a solid plan in place for the game against Gryffindor. We were all radiating positivity with how well practice went for us. We all changed but as soon as we left the locker room, Gryffindor was making their way onto the pitch. Marcus went right up to them and I followed, not wanting anything serious to happen. Marcus was about to say something but I grabbed his arm and pulled him away, "Marcus if you lay even a finger on them before the game tomorrow I will make sure you don't play and you're a sub next year. Step away from them or I will force you to back away." "Awe you're hot when you're angry. How about this, I don't do anything to these pussy's and when we win we celebrate in my dorm and you sleep with me?" Marcus asked in a condescending tone as we walked away. I stopped and immediately started to pretend to gag at the words that just came out of his mouth, "I would much rather sleep with Wood over there ten times over before I even thought about touching you." I practically yelled. All eyes were on us. "What does Wood have that I don't clearly I'm packing a lot more than him." He said as his right hand moved to touch his member through his pants and his left hand trailed around my waist and squeezed my right butt cheek. That was all I needed to immediately cock my arm back and land a hard punch directly on his nose, which was now just gushing blood down his body. Marcus stumbled back and scrambled to his feet. Terence started to bring him off the pitch. I took my wand out and pointed it at him. I started to make my way towards him when Duncan and a few other of my teammates held me back with all their strength. "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU FLINT. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU THE NEXT CHANCE I GET. I SWEAR TO MERLIN. YOU WILL WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT EXCUSE FOR A WIZARD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, I had tears streaming down my face at this point. Both from the experience and the pain my throat was in. Miles ran to get a professor as Duncan hugged me and apologised to the Gryffindor team. Duncan held onto me as we made our way to meet with Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall. I made eye contact with Oliver as I passed by and he looked broken just from witnessing the exchange. Duncan and I met with the Headmaster and our head of house in his office and explained everything that happened. It wasn't a long meeting but it wasn't a short meeting either. Duncan agreed with Snape and Dumbledore that Flint was going to be out for the last game of the year and sub for most of next year. We made our way to dinner and all eyes were on me, but I just ignored it and just put on my RBF and plotted revenge (and how I could possibly tell my parents). It was the day of the biggest game of the year to us. I got to the locker room extra early to clear my mind and go through last minute plays to make sure they were as clean and thought out as possible. Duncan followed not too long after me and I informed him of some errors I found and we worked through them. Once the rest of the team was in the locker room and changed we went over the game plan. After Duncan's speech, we entered the pitch to some cheers but mostly boo's. We were all on the pitch when we got into our positions and went up into the sky. Before we took our actual positions, Oliver sent a wink my way. I just shook my head and shoo'd him away to the posts. The game was going great, we were leading but not by much. We needed that snitch to win. Terence was so close to catching it, Charles wasn't making it too easy though. I paid as little attention as possible toward the seekers fighting for the snitch. Fred and George Weasley were towards the left of me but pretty far behind. I had just caught the quaffle and was heading towards the goals when all of a sudden, I was hit hard in the side and I let go of the quaffle as I flew off my broom from the force of the hit. I hit the corner of the Slytherin stand and just free fell to the ground. I was out cold before I hit the ground. Terence caught the snitch, but people were concerned with my limp body lying on the ground. I woke up later that day in the hospital wing, my team was surrounding me. They told me everything that happened. Fred and George performed a Dopplebeater Defence and the bludger went straight for me. It hit me hard enough to throw me to the corner of the stands like I was a muggle rag doll and I immediately fell hundreds of feet to the ground. I had several broken ribs and many more fractures. But I was more concerned about my broom and if we had won. Duncan chuckled, "We did win, Terence caught the snitch right as you hit the stands. And your broom is fine. I grabbed it before it plummeted to the ground." We were all caught up in conversation when there was a throat clear from behind my team surrounding my bed. "Leave her alone Weasley's, she doesn't need to be hurt anymore." Duncan said, in a voice so firm yet so angry. "We came to apologise." The twins said in unison. I chimed in before Duncan could, "It's fine. You guys can go. I'll be fine." I smiled and hurried them along. "We're so sorry Y/N," Fred started. "We didn't think it would curve and get you." George chimed in. "We promise, once you're better we'll get you all the sweets you want," I cut them off, "Guys it's okay. It's a game of quidditch. I'd be naive if I didn't believe I would never get hurt. I forgave you a long time ago. But I still appreciate the care you two have." I replied with a smile as they handed me a bouquet of wild flowers. They made their way out, I placed the flowers on the bedside table. I looked up and saw Oliver. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he took the seat next to me. "Besides just a blanket of pain, I'm pretty good now that you're here." I said with a smile. There was a thick silence that enveloped both of us, eventually Oliver broke that silence. "Are we friends?" He asked. "What do you mean?" "Like, you've really grown on me in our study sessions and I want to be friends with you but.." "I have an image to uphold Wood. But we can, if that's what you want. Just, we must keep the study sessions professional. Secret friendship, for now," I said, I saw the sorrow in his eyes "It's a secret for now. Until I can figure all this out. I promise Ollie." I said as I stuck out my pinky finger, he chuckled and hooked his pinky finger with mine. Oliver came down every day to help me with homework and our usual study sessions. But once everyone left we just chatted like old pals. It was so much easier once I could actually go back to classes and roaming the castle. Every day meshed together; I went to my classes, bickered back and forth with Oliver, had study sessions, and then snuck away to have alone time with Oliver and acted like normal friends behind closed and hidden doors. I hated it, but being the "heiress of Slytherin" I had an image to uphold. Hopefully our 5th or 6th year I can just be open about this, but right now is not the time. Especially because I don't know what they'd do to Oliver. It was more for his protection, and he figured that out the more we hung out and talked. The deeper our friendship grew, the more we learned about each other... and the more I started to feel something more for him. The end of the year came so fast, yet went by so slow. Saying goodbye to everyone hurt when the one person I didn't want to leave I couldn't even say goodbye to. No matter how bad I felt, Oliver and I still wrote to each other practically every day. Each new letter was a countdown to the first of September, a countdown to seeing my best friend. But with each letter also came stronger and stronger feelings I had never felt before. Was this love? Was this what love felt like? What is this feeling?

The first of September has come yet again, welcoming me to my fourth year at Hogwarts, but this time my family and I were accompanied by the Malfoy's. Mum and dad have always wanted me to marry Draco, keep the pureblood line going. I didn't hate Draco, he was very annoying for an 11 year old, but I didn't hate him. Neither of our families believed in arranged marriages, but they definitely mentioned a married between Draco and I often. Draco was definitely infatuated with me. Trying his best to flirt with me and to keep my attention on him. At the train, I hugged my parents goodbye and hugged Narcissa and shook Lucius' hand. Draco and I boarded the train together, "Now, I sit with all of the older years and first years aren't allowed, but after tonight you can always find me when you need me." I said as I sent Draco a smile. Draco took my hand and kissed it and went on his merry way to find someone to befriend. My eyes drifted from Draco to Oliver, who seemingly was watching the whole time. He shot a smile my way, causing me to blush. I walked passed him to the Slytherin cart and he slipped a piece of parchment into my hand. I kept walking and as I entered I sat in my usual seat, but only Terence and Miles were in their seats. I read the note, "I really missed you, more than ever. Meet me on the pitch at 8?" I let out a smile as I slyly slid the note into my right pocket. We continued our conversations of our summer holidays as more of our peers came through and sat down. I announced that I was the quidditch captain now that Duncan has graduated. We all enjoyed our time together once again, after all, it was just another year and another House Cup we were determined to win. It came to the sorting ceremony and I only was anticipating Draco and his sorting. He was sorted into Slytherin faster than I was, but he was proud and made his way over to me and kissed my cheek before sitting right next to me. My teammates just looked over at me, and then Draco, and looked more confused than when a professor calls on them and they're not paying attention. Draco happily chimed in, "I'm going to marry her. Join the Malfoy and Y/L/N pureblood names and have the greatest bond to ever occur in the wizarding world." He had a smile beaming from ear to ear. They all shifted their gazes onto me, questioning if it was real or in his imagination. "I'll explain later, don't worry guys." I said to calm them down, which it only helped slightly. The upperclassmen made their way to their perspective common rooms. I told my teammates how it wasn't fully a thing, arranged at least. It was encouraged but not forced, and to just let Draco believe whatever he wants to believe. They all finally understood and proceeded to start a whole new conversation. It was almost 8 and I decided to sneak away from my friends and down to the pitch. If someone finds me on my way there then I can just say I need to cleat my mind or something like that. I can always get myself out of trouble. As soon as I walked by the Gryffindor locker room, I heard a faint whisper and made my way to see inside. As soon as I cracked the door, an arm reached out and grabbed my forearm and yanked me inside. I practically fell onto whomever just pulled me in. I looked up and saw Olivers infamous smile and pulled him in for a tight hug. The hug seemed to go on forever, but eventually we let go, but not fully, his arms were still wrapped around my waist and my arms were wrapped around his neck. "Oh how I've missed you." He said with a smirk, but there was definitely something hiding behind it. I was studying his face like it was a written exam. And caught on and he guided me to the benches right behind us. "Obviously I wanted to say hi, but that's not the only thing I wanted to talk to you about," Oliver started as he sat beside me, "I've been having this thought and this feeling for a while now," I was confused, and the furrowed brows and now titled head made him keep going. "I know you like sleeping around and fucking whenever you can... NOT that it's a bad thing because I like that too. But... B-but I want to know what it's like to like, sleep with one person. And I just hope you've been feeling this sexual tension too, Y/N. Would you like, to like, maybe be friends with benefits?" He asked and he started to blush as he looked away. I knew it was too good to be true, he didn't feel the same way I think I feel about him. But if this was the closest to a relationship I could have with him, I was going to seize the moment. "I'm glad you felt the tension too, I was starting to grow exhausted just hiding it," I said as I inched a little closer to him as I unbuttoned the top buttons of my white blouse, "I was getting tired of hopping from dick to dick. Although the variety was nice, getting railed by the same cock over and over sounds so much better to me." I got even closer to him, I moved his hands to my bare thighs and my hands tugged at his shirt. Oliver crashed his lips into mine, the rough intensity of the kiss threw me off guard but I enjoyed every moment of it. I quickly deepened the kiss, feeling myself grow wetter and wetter as Oliver finished unbuttoning my blouse. I unhooked my black bra and he took off his turtleneck and we threw our articles of clothes onto the ground, just letting them land wherever they pleased. I took one look at his body and my mouth dropped. Toned but not overly defined, a perfect middle ground. Oliver took full advantage of the moment and placed his hands roughly on my bare sides, sending sparks throughout my body, and he pulled my into him and crashed his lips onto my bare neck as he sucked and bit every inch of my neck and collarbone. Oliver was still in a sitting position while I was standing over him, one leg on each side of the bench. As Oliver found my sweet spot, he started to pull my skirt down to my knees and I took it off and threw it wherever it decided to land. He started to leave hickies all over my upper body he kissed his way down to my breasts. He took my left breast into his mouth and sucked and kissed every inch of it. His right and trailed from my side down to my warm and wet pussy. He didn't even hesitate to move my panties out of the way and rubbed the folds of my dripping wet pussy. That feeling all on its own made me whimper and melt into him more than I was. His mouth moved to my right breast and give it the same attention my left breast received earlier. His left hand was free and moved to unbutton his pants and pull out his pulsating cock. As soon as I felt his cock touch my thigh, I positioned myself over his member. "I've waited all summer for this." He said right before he took his cock and rubbed the tip up and down my soaking wet folds. He stopped at my entrance but before he could say anything I lowered myself onto him, feeling his cock fill up all the empty space inside of me. No one has ever filled me so perfectly. I crashed my lips onto his as I rode his cock up and down and making sure he understands what he's getting. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't be this wet for you... pretty boy." As those words left my mouth, Oliver held me close to him, picked me up and laid me down on the bench. He would alternate his thrusts between fast and slow, seemingly trying to pace himself so he can savour this moment. I felt my core start to contract and tighten and my pussy became more and more sensitive. In between my increasingly shallow breaths, I noticed that I was edging closer and closer to my climax. "Ol-Ol-Oliver," My breaths were becoming more and more shallow, "I-I'm g-g-g-getting cl-lose." Oliver was letting out low grunts of pleasure as he gripped my hips tighter than before, but with the words that seemingly dripped out of my mouth, Oliver thrusted harder and faster than he had previously in our little rendezvous. With each new thrust, a new grunt or groan came out of Olivers mouth, I could feel his cock twitch inside me and I knew he was ready to cum. I reluctantly brought my right hand down to my clit and started to stimulate myself while he thrusted into me. I started to feel myself become undone in Olivers grasp, my head was thrown back and my back arched as I let out a final pleasure filled moan. Oliver watched in awe and pleasure as I came undone on his cock. Once my high finished, I pushed Oliver back and got onto my knees in front of him. I took his hard cock into my hand started to pump before I placed my lips onto the tip of his dick. I pumped his shaft as I played with the tip of his cock with my tongue. I felt his cock twitch in my hand one final time before he let his cum release into my mouth. He was a mess of sweat and heavy breathing, I swallowed his seed as he sat on the bench we were just having our most amazing high on. I started to gather my clothes and get dressed, as I was putting my bra on I said, "That was-" I was cut off my Oliver, "Amazing." "That was amazing," He said as he slapped my ass, "I would love to do this again." He pulled me closer as he still hungrily looked me up and down. We both finished getting dressed but then he grabbed my hand and sat me down on the bench again, "We should probably figure out a game plan for this, like rules for us being friends with benefits." I nodded my head in agreement. "Alright, chime in any time you have something to say," I nodded at his statement and he continued, "Consent is the most important thing of all, we are still friends and I trust that both of us will let the other know if sex isn't in the cards for the night. We are friends above all. Secondly, we should probably stop when one of us gets into a relationship. Lastly, no catching feelings." He finished with a chuckle, but my face sort of flushed but I tried to keep my composure. "Couldn't agree more." I said behind a fake smile as I stuck my hand out for him to shake, and he returned the favour. I snuck out of the Gryffindor locker room and went into my own, grabbing my broom and waiting to see Oliver walk up to the castle. I went onto the pitch and just flew around, trying to sort through my own thoughts. I realised it was close to curfew and so I landed, but my broom back in its spot and headed back up to the castle. My team was waiting up for me, scared that something had happened to me but I assured them I was just at the pitch starting to get a game plan going and clearing my mind. As the boys trickled out of the common room, the only ones left were Terence and I but we had sat in silence for some time and I was just staring into the fire. "Is everything okay Y/N?" He asked, which slightly startled me enough to look him in the eyes. "Of course I am T, I just...have a lot on my mind." I said with a bit of a forced smile. He wasn't quite sure if he was buying it but then he said, "Okay, but I care a lot about you and I want you to know you can always talk to me." He placed his hand on my thigh in reassurance, I placed my hand over his and shot him a smile before standing up and heading to our dorm rooms. Maybe Terence could help take my mind off of Oliver only wanting to fuck me. And that's what started to happen. Several times a week, Oliver and I would meet up and either just have a grand ol' time or just to fuck but during the day, I was growing closer and closer to Terence. But Oliver still definitely had my heart, in more ways than one. Nothing I could do would make me feel differently. Oliver and I were both captains, which made fuck sessions and wagers even better than before. Slytherin won the first game of the year, so Oliver had to eat me out, and honestly he might've loved it more than I did. When Gryffindor won their first game, I gave him a blowjob and really whatever he wanted. The Quidditch house cup was quickly approaching and both of us were starting to have stress sex several times a week. He was my release of this stress and I was his. The day before the last game against Slytherin and Gryffindor, Oliver and I had just finished working on our DADA essays and I was cleaning up when Oliver just looked at me and said "Oh, I have a girlfriend now. So, no more funny business." He said with a smirk and a chuckle as he collected his things and went on his way. My heart sank to my feet as tears welled up in my eyes, but I just wiped whatever there was away and I marched my way down to the pitch to try to take my mind off of everything going on around me. I changed into my uniform and sat down thinking and rethinking plays as my leg bobbed up and down with stress. I had notes scribbled everywhere and I was struggling to keep my head on my shoulders. Terence, Miles, and Adrien walked in expecting them to be the first but were shocked to see me but even more shocked to see the chaos surrounding me. Terence asked the other two boys to give them a moment and he sat next to me and rubbed my back, trying to soothe me. "What's going on Y/N?" "A guy I thought really liked me doesn't and he has a girlfriend. We were doing a friends with benefits thing but I hoped it would turn into more." I replied and he pulled me closer. "Well clearly he's an absolute git for leaving you for someone else, even if all you two did was fuck. You deserve so much more than whoever that asshole is." "You're right, I deserve so much better than him. I shouldn't have let it go on this long." "I know this is quick, but we have been hanging out a lot more these past few months and I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend? No pressure, but the hogsmeade dates made me feel a type of way and I hope you feel the same." I smiled and cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, "I would love to. Thank you for showing me I deserve better." We both smiled and the team joined us in the locker room as I reworked plays with my newly cleared mind, well, not fully cleared. Practice went really well and I'm very pleased with what we have prepared for tomorrow. We came down from the sky and Gryffindor was awaiting us in the pitch. "Trying to calculate how much you're going to lose Gryffin-snore?" Adrien shot at them, unprovoked but no care in the world. "Save it for the game boys. See you on the pitch tomorrow, Wood." I said in a dark tone as I shoved passed him as Terrence and I interlocked fingers as we walked into the locker room. It was officially game day and the dining hall was buzzing with wagers and thoughts for the day. Terence and I walked into the dining hall hand in hand and I looked over at Oliver who was staring straight at me. I looked away as we made our way to the table where the rest of our team was sitting. We ate a hearty breakfast and headed to the pitch. Once we were in the locker room and all changed we went over the plays we needed and I finished with a speech, "[...] I know I never say this, so believe me I need you all to listen and take this to heart, play dirty. I will be giving commands but I trust you all know how to play dirty since most of you have been playing that way all year against my wishes... Yes Pucey, I'm talking to you. But you all better hope that if you get a foul on purpose, you better hope Merlin finds you before I even start to hunt you down. Go out and kick some Gryffindor ass." We all exited the room and made our way onto the pitch. Terence and I exchanged a quick peck right in front of Oliver right before we all took position on the pitch. Madam Hooch released the balls and I immediately got the Quaffle and headed toward the goal posts. Angelina and Katie from Gryffindor got on both sides of me but before they could successfully perform a Body Blow on me, I picked up speed and drifted in front of the goals as I threw the Quaffle in and scored. "Forty-three seconds and the first goal goes to Slytherin! The goal was made by Y/N Y/L/N and made a new school record for fast goal made in a match!" Lee Jordan announced. The game went on for ages but I was on fire. I was scoring and checking like no tomorrow, to say I was determined was an understatement. I was fighting for that win, I wanted to see Olivers face lose first hand. And almost as quick as the game started, Terence caught the snitch and Slytherin won! I briefly looked over at Oliver who looked heartbroken, but in more ways than one. I was broken from my chance when Terence came up and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. "And there is it folks, Slytherin's seeker Terence Higgs caught the snitch which landed Slytherin the win of the inter-house Cup! Oh, and by the looks of it he also scored the winning kiss with Slytherin's Captain, Y/N Y/L/N! Y/N won the game with brilliant plays and won Terence's heart!" Lee Jordan said before he said his usual Quidditch game closing announcements. The night was buzzing with drinks and games and cheer in the usually gloomy Slytherin common room. A few weeks passed and Oliver and I were studying for our History of Magic exam when he suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Oliver, are you okay?" He kept staring, I snapped my fingers a few times in front of his face which seemed to take him out of his trance. "Are you serious?" He asked sternly. "About what?" "Dating Terrence." "Well, yeah. That's why we hang out all the time. He treats me like I matter. Anywho, we shouldn't be discussing this because you are also in a relationship. Now keep studying so you don't fail." I left that night feeling uneasy but acted like everything was normal. The end of the year approached fast, but Terrence and I agreed that we just weren't meant for each other romantically and so we broke it off and remained friends. Finals were coming up and so Oliver and I were cramming like we had for countless exams prior. We were in the library very late each night, and this night was no different but something about the atmosphere was very different. "How are you and Terrence?" Oliver asked. "Oh, we broke up a while ago." I replied, keeping my head on my study guide. Olivers head shot up and he looked at me, "What? Why?" "Well," I started as I looked up, "Since you want to be nosy, we just were better off as friends. Simple really, nothing too extreme or anything. How are you and your girl?" "We actually broke up yesterday." "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you okay?" He pondered that question for a bit, before finally saying something that caught me off guard, "Yeah, but I miss our old nights together." He was waiting for my reaction, hell even I was waiting for my reaction. I missed them too but I didn't want to go through all those feelings all over again. "I miss them too Ollie, but I don't want we used to have. If I'm being honest," I looked around to make sure no one was still in the library, "I caught feelings for you and being friends with benefits hurt me and really messed me up emotionally. I can't put myself through that again." Olivers reaction went from shock, to confusion, to relief. I watched the gears in his mind turn every step of the way for him to process the information I just gave him. "Well that's a relief, I caught feelings for you as well." He said with his signature smirk. My brows furrowed, "Then why did you date another girl?" "To try to get you and your body out of my mind, but the Slytherin heiress has her way with men and I never forgot our endeavors and I just kept missing them. I didn't think you felt the same, so I suppressed my own feelings. I'm sorry, I should've said something sooner." There was an awkward silence between us for a few moments, before Oliver spoke up, "Is that why you destroyed us in the inter-house Cup?" I started to blush and nodded my head yes. His eyes widened and a smile formed on his face, "I hate to admit it but it was bloody brilliant. You're bloody brilliant...on and off the pitch... Can you be my girlfriend?" I blushed and just smiled at him, "Of course. But it's still a secret." The year finished and Oliver and I had successfully kept our relationship under the radar. I hated it but I had a plan, I think.

Fifth year rolled around and started off great. Nothing too exciting happend, except whenever Oliver and I were alone it was more cute and no sex. We mutually agreed to wait. A couple days before the inter-house cup, we snuck into an empty classroom and just talked and chilled together since tomorrow we were both going to be super busy. I was sat atop a desk and Oliver was standing in front of me and holding my hands. Oliver and I leaned in for a kiss when suddenly we heard the door open and a gasp fill the empty room. Both of us spun our head in the direction of the sound, and in the doorway was Lee Jordan. Lee immediately left but that little thing just knocked the wind out of you. "Fuck." I muttered under my breath, "Alright. Hopefully he doesn't go around blabbing about what he saw." "And if he does?" My eyes darted around the room in a moment of pondering, "If he does, then we'll have to make it official in front of everyone." "Is that okay for you?" "We deserve to be open about our relationship. I just need a day or two to get all my ducks in a row. You deserve to be in a public relationship." Oliver smiled at that statement and pulled me into a kiss. We both left the room and headed to our prospective common rooms. The next day started off with an early practice. Lee hadn't spilt the beans about what he saw, yet. I was a bit more nervous than ever before but I still led the team like tomorrow was the last day of their lives. We all left practice happily but I was a bit behind, cleaning the room and pondering my thoughts. I walked into the dining hall for dinner and all eyes were on me and whispers immediately started. I just strutted to my usual seat and just dug in. My teammates opened their mouths and I immediately shot back, "If sone of you says ONE THING I will make sure you don't play tomorrow. I finished eating and went straight to my dorm and fell asleep. I wanted nothing more than for things to be normal again. I woke up bright and early and headed to the pitch. I knew Olivers plays so well, so I was busying myself with coming up with new plays and how to implement them. Eventually the rest of my team joined me and we all got ready. I gave one of the best speeches of my career, but before I could step away from being the centre of attention Marcus asked, "Are you and Woods really dating?" I took a deep breath in, "Yes, yes we are. Now go on the pitch because I never want to hear another word about this. Got it?" We all entered the pitch a few minutes before Gryffindor did, one they came out I immediately looked for Oliver. We made our way over to each other and we looked into each others eyes. "I love you, pretty boy." "I love you too, princess." Oliver threw his broom onto the ground and grabbed my waist and pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss as the crowd roared behind us.

#oliver wood #oliver wood imagine #oliver wood preference #oliver wood would include #oliver wood smut #Harry Potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter smut #smut #imagine #preference #would include #requested #requested imagine #requested smut #wattpad #show-choir-gal

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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(Any Category Villains) x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: Congratulations, you have caught character A’s (Italics in the ‘Includes’ section) attention and they’ve been bothering you since you met (Caught you sneaking into the museum, caught Peter Pan bringing you into Neverland, or you transferred to Dauntless and jumped) and you have upheld the front that you dislike / hate him but your real feelings are given away when you see Character B, who is a reincarnation of Character A, and you are visibly attracted to this person.

Includes (Italics = The love interest. // No italics = The one you gush over) : Al Capone and Frank Castle / The Punisher, Captain Hook (2003) and Lucius Malfoy, and Eric (Divergent) and Captain Boomerang.

Warnings: Looking at our line-up, I’m assuming theirs gonna be some swearing and, because of the topic their will probs be sexual references. Some THIRSTING

Notes:

I dunno who will want this but I wrote it a week ago and was having trouble adding the last two character (Freddy and Buckman) but I got a new idea for Buckman (And Hoyt, and Jafar. Ya’ll just sit back and wait for what I’m brewing with these unholy three) now so no worries! Imma just post it. I like Al’s at least ^^ NATM fans will be maybe happy :D

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Al Capone: Frank Castle / The Punisher ( @blueinkblot )

“So, you’re supposed to be the other me?” Al talks to his doppelganger with contempt in the other room, and you can just imagine the pinched look on his face. Chuckling about it, I get up from the lunch table and leave the break room, going to see what’s happening and oversee the visit – hopefully I don’t have to use the dreaded torch the museum gave me as a weapon,- , go-ghurt still between my lips and my teeth. Strawberry flavour! Its delicious. The cooling sleeve was a smart purchase, I think. Despite what Napoleon and Kahmenrah might say… Stupid, pompous bastards. Thinking yoghurt out of a tube is inferior to yoghurt out of a tub.

Pfft!

Rounding the corner, I see two Al’s. One of them is grey scale, of course, and he’s holding his tommy gun like it will make any difference in a fight if it came down to it, with is having no bullets and all, and the other looks like he’s recently been to war.

Oh, good, lord.

Really, he is as gruff looking as they come. Where Al’s clean and baby-faced, this guy has that sexy five o’clock shadow. He’s also buffer, human coloured and… is he taller?? I don’t know how it could be possible, but just way the way he looks at people makes him seem taller.

Suddenly he looks my way and I smile… but of course, I still have a tube of go-ghurt in my mouth and when I pull it out -a bit too excited maybe,- some specks of white yoghurt fleck onto my mouth. I go bright red with embarrassment and Al looks over to see what the new guy is looking away from, -me, - as I use my sleeve to wipe that stuff off. I miss his broad, knowing grin.

I flash him a toothless, joyless grin which I hope reads ‘Don’t talk to me, stop looking at me, don’t even mention me. I’m going to go find a hole to live in’ before raising a hand quickly to waive, slouching and slowly moping off to my hole. Go-Ghurt, how could you betray me like this!!

Ahhh, its better off that way anyway. Wouldn’t want Al to get to the idea that I think he’s attractive, haha. I sit down at the table Napoleon, Kah, Ivan and a couple other exhibits are playing go fish on and watch them play for a while, my legs stretched out under the table and arms crossed over my stomach, watching and not saying anything. Even when Kah matches a 6 of clubs with a 7 of clubs and no one else notices- I’d rather not set off any high-pitched French shrieking right now. My ears are still sensitive from last night, thank you very much.

When midnight strikes, they finally decide to give Go Fish a rest for the night, thank god, and disperse to separate areas of the museum. I’m just playing with the cards, shuffling them and organising them into suits and chronological order when Al plops down in the seat beside me. I glance at him between separating hearts and diamonds. “Your guy left?” Oh, thank god.

“Yeah; Said he had some work to do before the night was over.” He responds, and I nod in understanding. “Makes me wonder what kinda work he does, at night… with a gun… in all black… But I don’t ask questions.”

“Oh, you don’t?” I turn over my shoulder, set the cards down and look sceptically at him. I could have sworn he asks me a million questions about myself every chance he gets. “Do you?”

“Fine, I don’t ask that guy questions. I ask you, a lotta questions.” I make an immediate ‘Ahhh’ sound when he admits the first part and look back to my cards. I look right back at him through when I hear the legs of his chair scratch against the floor and find that he’s much closer now. “One more question.”

I raise an eyebrow at his mischievous face. “What?”

“Did you embarrass yourself checking the other me out?” A wide grin takes his mouth, and I gasp.

“I was no checking him out- and- and he’s not even like you, anyway. He looks completely different! In fact, I think he was 4 inches taller!” Okay, not quite that much taller, but if it gets under Al’s skin then fuck. Four inches is what I saw.

And it does get under his skin! His eyes go steely and he looks from you to where the guy had been a moment ago, then back. Pointing at the spot they were in, he exclaims. “There’s no way.”

“Oh sure, there was.”

“Bring a measuring tape tomorrow, we’ll see who’s really taller!”

I hold back a laugh, looking away from him and shuffling the cards again just to have something to do with my hands. “Sure, Al!~”

“You know what?” Ooh, he sounds frustrated. Success, for me! Yippee!

I grin, and ask him. “What?”

Then Al cups my jaw, drags my head around and plants a kiss right on my mouth. I shouldn’t- No, it shouldn’t have the effect on me that it does. I should push him off and leave, but I immediately transform into mush and turn fully to wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head into it the kiss instead. I’m not gonna lie, I think, this boy can kiss. And maybe I’d been waiting for it.

A little bit.

Captain Hook (2003): Lucius Malfoy

“My dear Y/N come over here please! ~” Hook calls over to me from the lower deck, and I look up from my phone -surprisingly enough, I get great connection in Neverland,- like a sullen teenager, earplugs still in my ears, and wait for an explanation. What? What does he want? He’s keeping me hostage and now he wants something from me?? “I’d like to introduce you to my reincarnation! His name is Lucius Malfoy, he’s a wizard!”

For a moment I consider pretending I didn’t hear him, but then decide it’s always a good idea to stay on the good side of your kidnapper and huff. Getting up from the floor where I was sitting, I take my earplugs out and wrap them around my phone as I walk down the stairs to the lower deck where they are, stuffing it in my hoodie pocket when I reach them. “Hi, I’m Y/N. The Captains hos- “

“Consort! My fair Y/N.” A hook picks up a strand of my hair, and Hook watches as it slips off the hook.

What?! I look immediately up from the floor to Hook with a look of utter horror and ‘hell no’ carved into my features. Um, absolutely not- “Yes!” I hate myself for this, but what choice do I have? “That’s me, it’s nice to meet you- “

My mouth goes dry as soon as I see him for the first time and my expression softens quickly. So pretty! How?

I offer my hand to him to shake and he smirks -Lord help me, - and takes it, shaking for a good amount of time. “Lovely to meet you also, Y/N… Its funny, you look nothing like my wife. I guess reincarnation exists but not fate. Peculiar.” Hmmm, yes, or I was kidnapped. Not really his consort! Not at all!! No??!

Ahhhh, rats though. He’s married.

I run a hand back through my hair and take my hand back, smiling politely. Oh well. “Yeah, I guess! I haven’t really thought of it- Hook?” I turn promptly to him to keep up the conversation. I’m not going to. I’m anti-social and introverted. Besides, he started this. Conversation was thrust upon me.

When we connect gazes, I notice he was looking at me before I even turned. I flash a nervous, toothless smile and look away the ocean awkwardly. Oh, dear. What’s going on in his mind?

As they talk, and watch the ocean and feel… slightly, at peace watching the beautiful blue Neverland waves crawl over the expanse of water and the disperse into its depths after crashing. It almost feels like I’m back in Britain again… until a certain hooked arm hooks its way around my bloody waist and my head whips around to see what the hell he think’s he’s doing.

Plastering a smile on my face, I turn to my ‘husband’, giving Lucius a quick ‘excuse me a moment’, and gesturing for Hook to lean down to my level so I can whisper something in his ear. “Yes, hi. Hook. Get your fucking arm off of me; Your touch feels like gross bugs on me.”

He turns to face me, and our faces are uncomfortably close in this moment. “Dear, if you think I’m going to give up on you just because you’re too stubborn to admit you want me too because of some abomination of a moral dilemma then you’re mistaken.” My face burns, from embarrassment and anger -maybe just embarrassment? He touches his lips thoughtfully, then uses those same fingers to pull my chin up so I’m more at his mercy as his expression turns into a full smirk. Bastard. “And don’t think for one second that I somehow didn’t notice your reaction to my lookalike. I know just enough about how you feel about what I look like now to hold on. You will fall for me, you’ll see. “I watch with a deep frown on my face, heat running down my neck and into my clothes as he straightens up again to continue talking with Lucius. I take a deep breath, now that his focus isn’t on me anymore before he tugs me even closer against his body.

Eric (Divergent): Captain Boomerang (Keep in mind that I have never seen Suicide squad or anything else with Captain Boomerang)

Ohh, Eric was not happy about this. Eric isn’t happy about most things, unless they included the misfortune and pain of others and more recently, regrettably, me. But he reaaaaalllly hated this.

Contrasting drastically, I’m living for it. Naturally.

And the fact that ‘Captain Boomerang’, or Digger Harkness which is one of the sexiest given names I’ve ever heard, is gorgeous in that ruffled, dark way doesn’t hurt the situation one bit. No, it does not. Eric is villainous looking too, sure, but he’s so clean cut and angry looking. Its harsh on my irises.

“So, Captain, you said you grew up in Australia?” I’m enjoying this, and I’m sucking every morsel of joy out of it as I can- which means ask the Captain copious questions while Eric just stands with his arms crossed over his chest and tries to intimidate someone the same size and scary level as him, right beside me. I don’t know how he thinks that’s going to work out for him, but I think it’s the only form of offense he has right now to utilise. Poor, evil Eric. Boo hoo.

“That’s right, you ever been there?” He grins -he grins! The only time Eric ever grins is when he’s being cruel and because he does it so little, it’s kind of scary now. Very good for making birds fall out of the sky and babies cry, - and pats my arm. His hand is big, and I beam up at him because I’m getting attention from a pretty boy. “You’d like it, I think. Most people would.”

“Sure!” Will you take me, handsome?

Eric notices the Captain’s hand still on my arm before I do even, zeroes in on it, picks it up so tight I can see his knuckles are white and drops it back towards its owner. I press my lips together and bite on them, looking down at the ground for a moment to widen my eyes at the awkward tension.

When I look back up, they’re staring daggers at each other and it’s even more awkward. Eric! Could you go stand somewhere else possibly!?

Ooooor, maybe I will. This doesn’t seem like a safe place to be anymore.

“Well, it was really nice meeting you Captain. I have to go be somewhere else now, see yaaaaa,” I give him a jaunty and half-assed salute as I’m already occupied with turning and wheeling it out of there.

I was hoping to get away from them, but its two seconds out the door before I realise Eric has followed me. I continue on though, ignoring him and hoping he’ll get the hint- and screw off. I get that that’s a pipe dream though, so I’m not surprised when instead he starts speaking to me.

“So, what was that about?”

“Stop trailing me.”

“Answer my question.” He counters. Oh, scary stubborn Eric.

I know what he’s talking about. I know what he’s going to say. He’s going to say I think Captain Boomerang is pretty so I must think he is pretty- which is just not true!!

Is... is it?

No, no it mustn’t be that. I cannot be. I repeat, it c a n n o t be. “I refuse! Get off my tail Eric!”

He chuckles from behind me, pats my back and quickens up to leave me in his dust as he speeds down the hall effortlessly. “Sure, Y/N. Sure.” Soon, he’s out of sight, and I stop walking.

It… it’s not true, is it?

#Drabbles #Horror Drabbles #Slasher Drabbles #Divergent Drabbles #Misc Drabbles #NATM Drabbles #Al Capone #frank Castle #The Punisher #Captain Hook 2003 #Lucius Malfoy #Eric (Divergent)#Captain Boomerang #X Reader

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talesmaniac89 · 4 years

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Easter Eggs

Pairing: Dad!Crowley & Daughter!Reader

Summary: Crowley celebrates Easter with the five-year-old princess of hell.

Triggers: None, just father/daughter fluff

Y/N = Your name | Y/E/C = Your eye colour | Y/H/C = Your hair colour

A/N: Suddenly Easter was here, and I decided to dig up an old duo that I liked writing little fluffy oneshots for! You can find all the stories with this father/daughter duo here. All these fluffy stories can be read separately from each other or together. Just fluff, no strict story-line, though I would recommend starting with Fatherhood, which has the most extensive backstory for the pair.

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Considering his role as King of Hell, most holidays didn’t really sit right with the crossroads demon turned ruler of hell. After all, any holiday celebrating a god, be it Pagan, Christian or otherwise, wasn’t really his cup of tea. But, over the last five years Crowley had come to appreciate the joys that came along with the holidays.

Ever since his favourite hellhound, Juliet, has brought the small hiccupping bundle of joy into his life five years ago, the King of Hell’s life had been turned upside down. Including how he spent the holidays.

When Juliet had showed up on his doorstep, filled with protective maternal instinct and carefully carrying the small human baby after collecting her foolish mother’s soul, Crowley had never expected that that same little girl would become his whole world. But that was exactly what his little princess was as Crowley had decided to raise her as his own.

The king would do anything for the little girl who was in fact the true ruler of hell since the little five-year-old girl had him wrapped around her little finger. Including creating a full Easter celebration in Crowley’s brightly furnished private slice of hell. From crafts, to the bunny ears resting on her (Y/H/C) hair acting like the princess’ crown for the day.

Which was why the man that was feared by demons and humans alike was currently sitting in front of a table filled with Easter crafts as her latest Disney movie obsession played on replay in the background.

Before hell’s littlest princess had come into his life, Crowley’s hands had always done more harm than good. He’d never needed to control his strengths as he found pleasure in crushing his enemies between clenched fingers. Yet, now his hands were achingly careful as they held the empty eggshell between two fingers and carefully painted the white surface her favourite colour. His eyes only glancing up from the careful work to look over at where his little chipmunk was painting her own, much less breakable plastic egg.

A tiny pink tongue sticking out between pursed lips as (Y/E/C) bright eyes carefully added colours on the already brightly painted surface. Though, Crowley thought as he looked fondly over at his little darling girl with a warm smile, more colours were ending up on her tiny hands and the oversized shirt Crowley had put her in. His tailor would be heartbroken if he saw how the beautifully crafted white shirt had ended up as a five-year-old’s art smock.

Easter had become a yearly tradition in Crowley’s private part of hell quite quickly after his family grew to include the adorable little girl. After an Easter Disney special when she was just three years old. Which had seen the little devil putting her puppy dog eyes to good use as she begged her daddy for an Easter egg hunt of her own.

“That’s a pretty egg pet,” Crowley beamed, the pride he felt as his little girl’s father easily rivalling (and frankly beating by a mile) his pride for his role as ruler of all things wicked. His soft words breaking the little girl’s concentration as she gave him her best smile. The warm bright smile was one that was only reserved for the princess’ daddy.

“Is Eas’er!” The little girl giggled, holding up the egg with paint splattered tiny fingers as she beamed with pride of her own at her little handiwork. As if the holiday itself was depicted on the formerly white egg’s surface amid rainbow splashes of colour.

“Yes it is! And… Daddy heard that the Easter bunny was by earlier, when you had your princess nap,” Crowley stage whispered conspiratorially. As if the overgrown bunny’s apparent appearance in the small two-person family’s slice of hell was some well-guarded secret. The laugh lines he’d developed after five years with his darling girl became even more prominent as he smiled. Finally moving along their Easter celebration to what he knew was his darling girl’s favourite part; the candy.

“Eas’er bunny?” The excited squeal was half question, half jittery energy as she carefully put down her paintbrush. Bright (Y/E/C) eyes alight with wonder at the mention of the mythological fluffy bunny in a way that had Crowley certain she was picturing one of her own many teddy bears cast in the role within her own active imagination.

“Yes chipmunk. Do you think he left anything behind?” Crowley chuckled as he carefully put the final egg down with gentle fingers. Leaving it to dry as he grabbed the wet wipes next to him to clean the paint off his fingers as well as the little devil’s paint coloured… Well, everything really. Including the little streaks of paint that have inexplicably painted both her cheek and soft tendrils of her messy (Y/H/C) pigtails.

His little girl, hidden from the evils of his job and from his enemies in his private slice of hell, would only ever see his big hands painted in bright colours. She would never see his knuckles scraped up from punishing some disobedient subject, nor coloured an angry red. Her world was one built on innocence, light and pastel rainbows.

That was something Crowley had resolved long ago, when he took on the best job in the world; his role as her father. Which was why only a few of his closest confidantes even knew of the little princess hidden safely in the bright and warm corner of his kingdom. In the only place he could call home, simply because she was there.

“Choco eggs!” His little girl squealed, scrunching up her nose as Crowley gently removed the water colours painting a rainbow on her apple-round cheeks.

“Really? You think so?” Crowley gasped in pretend surprise. Making a show out of looking around and under the table for any eggs as his little girl giggled and shifted impatiently in her seat. The sound of her laughter was sweeter than any chocolate treats to the demon as he easily lifted her up into his arms spinning around in a lazy circle to tease more sweet laughter from his little devil’s lips.

“Yes! Daddy, les go ‘untin with ‘Ette!” Of course, there was no way the hellhound turned lapdog could be left out of the Easter celebration. After finding and rescuing hell’s little princess five years ago, the formerly proud hound had taken on the role as (Y/N)’s nanny and guardian instead. Spending most days, unless she had to go out to collect souls, by the little girl’s side. Playacting as the dragon to the little girl’s knight or joining in on imaginative technicoloured tea parties.

Not that Juliet seemed to mind her new role. If how she was sitting patiently next to Crowley, waiting for the Easter Egg Hunt to start, was anything to go by. A matching pair of bunny ears balanced precariously on her head and as always making the King of Hell curious if his little daughter, though human, truly could see the hound. Since she would just point in Juliet’s direction whenever asked about it. Not willing to give up the secret to her childlike magic.

“As my little bunny commands,” Crowley beamed, swinging his little girl around until she was holding onto him with little legs wrapped around his side like a tiny monkey. The bunny ears on her head nearly falling off as she let her head fall back in happy laughter. (Y/H/C) pigtails shaking as her impatient little head swung back and forth already looking for eggs on their way to collect her basket.

“Daddy! Dun fo’get the bunny ears!” She added with a small giggle, a still slightly colourful finger pointing out Crowley’s own abandoned bunny ears on the table as he walked them towards her room to find a basket for the eggs.

“Of course pet, thank you for reminding Daddy,” He hummed as he placed a small kiss on her cheek, followed by some surprise raspberries against her still paint covered neck to tease more happy laughter out of the girl.

“Welcome!” She beamed, her little colourful fingers going around his neck and hugging him close as hard as she could. Which was in fairness not all that hard, though she really did put her whole tiny little body and heart into it. Before placing a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek, copying her daddy.

Swiping up the ears along the way, Crowley let fingers tickle more laughs out of his little heavenly slice of joy as he placed the ears on top of his own head. Letting them replace his crown for the day as he temporarily stepped down from the throne to just be Crowley, father to the beautiful child in his arms.

Vowing, of course, to make sure no one except his little girl knew this side of the King of Hell. As he was sure a certain Squirrel and Moose combo would find a ton of very creative ways to make use of that little piece of information if he gave them a chance. Including an extensive range of rabbit themed nicknames if he knew them well enough. And Crowley was certain he knew a lot more about the Winchester duo than what he normally let on.

No, this Crowley didn’t belong to the world. With his Easter bunny ears on top of his head, a matching pair with his little darling’s own Easter themed crown, he was not a demon nor the King of Hell. He wasn’t the man loathed by most in the world. Nor the demon who disliked the holidays. Instead, as he hugged his world close to him, he was just Crowley. The luckiest father in the entire world

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“Where do you think the bunny hid your chocolate eggs then?” Crowley said, placing a quick kiss on the crown of (Y/H/C) hair as he swiped up the little pink plastic basket and let his bouncy little girl’s tiny feet hit the ground again, ready for the hunt.

“All o’er!” She beamed hands outstretched to include her whole little hidden world in the gesture. Eyes bright with promises of colourful eggs and sweet rewards as she rushed Juliet along. The cheeky little girl used the hellhound to her advantage as she made the usual apex predator into a bloodhound, sending her to search one corner of her bedroom before the princess ran in the opposite direction. Hunting for sweet treasures in the spoiled and beloved little girl’s toy chest.

Maybe it was just the pride of a father. But Crowley was sure his little girl was the brightest five-year-old around. Seeing as how she knew exactly how to use the hellhound's superior sense of smell to her advantage.

A wonderfully warm squeal filling the air as she lifted the first of many more chocolate eggs up to show her dad. As proud as only a five-year-old could be by her skills as a treasure hunter. A small furrow in her brow replacing the happy smile as she considered her choices; to eat the spoils of her treasure hunt straight away or place them in the basket. Clearly deciding that she’d rather enjoy the sweets later, on the couch with a Disney movie as she rushed over to drop the egg into the pink basket in Crowley’s hand.

Watching as his little bunny bounced back over to keep looking for eggs, Crowley smiled down at the singular egg in the basket. Knowing it would soon be filled to the brim with all her hard-won Easter treats.

On calm Easter afternoons like this one, it was much easier for the demon to find joy in the holidays he once despised. Since they gave him the sweetest treat he knew of. One that rivalled the many Easter eggs he’d carefully spent the evening before hiding for her to find.

The smile of his little girl.

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abeervinumspirits · 3 years

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Beer Let's Taste it For a While

Beer, hearing the definition of mind directly strikes the spectacle of a beer bar by which people are holding glasses full of beer and the memory foam will be taken from their glasses. Beer isn't just a fresh term as time immemorial, world's most widely eaten and probably the earliest of most alcoholic beverages. Beer could be the 3rd most widely used beverage after coffee and tea. Broadly speaking beer is flavoured with the accession of jumps which adds a sour taste to beer and acts as a preservative. Besides hops a few fruits and herbs will also be useful for flavouring the beer. Literature from the times implies there is a Code of Hammurabi that has been worried about the legislation of Birre Online and beer parlours as well as also the Hymn to Ninkasi had been a prayer into Mesopotamian goddess of beer serving the functions of prayer in addition to recalling the recipe of beer groundwork. Currently, brewing market is a multinational firm providing employment to tens of thousands of an individual in the kind of small bars to large regional breweries.

There are just two classes of beer. The alcohol content of beer is approximately 4 percent to 6 percent alcohol by volume (abv) that may possibly be some times less than one% abv to 20 percent in rare scenarios. Beer creates part of civilization of beer drinking states and can be also shown to be connected to the festivals in addition to along with games. Back in China around 7000 B C beer has been prepared from rice malting. Any material containing vitamin including the sugars and also the starch usually brings fermentation and also this put down the base of beer production across the environment. The creation of bread and beer had generally caused the progression of human culture in addition to technology however this simple fact is contended closely by scientists.

Beer has been dispersed throughout Europe by the Celtic and Germanic tribes across 3000 BC ago and in the point, people do not call beer. Beer produced ahead of the Industrial revolution has been on national scale but now beer production is now an international company and in accordance with a record on 2006 approximately 133 billion gallons of beer has been sold annually that costs billions of dollars. The practice of earning beer is known as brewing. An edifice dedicated solely in making beer is popularly known as brewery even though beer can prepare yourself in domiciles too as known from the early literature. A business producing beer is also known as being a beer corporation. Beer produced on national scale is traditionally known as home brewing irrespective of fact how it's prepared. Beer production is closely under the foibles of the federal government of the nation and the manufacturers need to deposit the taxation and also meet the essential documents so as to conduct a brewery successfully.

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The sweet wort got by the sparged water is currently kept from the pot and boiled for only 1 hour. Boiling hastens the water of this wort however, also the sugars as well as other components remain therefore and also this allows efficient usage of starch sources. Additionally, it inactivates the enzymes after the mashing procedure. Hops are added because of flavor, bitterness and odor. Hops can be inserted a lot more than 1 time. If the jumps are boiled for a more period afterward your bitterness of beer increases and also the flavor and the odor material of beer decreases. After draining the hopped wort is permitted to cool and it is currently ready for yeast activity. During fermentation the hopped wort becomes beer and also this measure usually takes a week depending on the sort of yeast and also the potency of beer. When fermentation has ended the yeast albicans leaving the obvious beer. Sometimes fermentation is performed in just two steps, secondary and primary. Once beer is generated through primary fermentation it's moved to some other vessel and also it is allowed to undergo secondary fermentation to get many stages. Secondary fermentation is usually used when beer demands long duration storage before packing or increased clarity. If beer has fermented it's moved to casks for cask ale or from aluminum cans or kegs or ribbons determined by the varieties.

Besides malted barley additional origins of starch could be used just like the rice or corn and also the expression adjunct can be employed since they function as a less expensive replacement for scarcely. Grain bill may be your entire sum of starch origin within the beer manufacturing process. The significant makeup of beer stems from water. Water of unique places has different mineral components therefore that the beer prepared from other regions shares strange flavor and amount. Water from Dublin is hard therefore that it really is most appropriate to its creation of stout, Pilzen contains soft water therefore famed for its creation of light lager. Water out of Burton is fuller of gypsum therefore is suitable for your creation of light ale. On occasion the brewers add gypsum into the water to the creation of light ale which procedure is referred to as Brutalisation.

The starch origin of beer will be the crucial source that gives you the material to become fermented also is accountable for its potency and flavor of beer. Most widespread starch origin utilized for beer groundwork could be your malted grain. Malting procedure creates enzymes that are in charge of the conversion of carbohydrates into fermentable sugar levels. Various colours of malts have decided from precisely the exact same grain by permitting the grain to blossom at several temperatures and times. Dark malts produce black beers. Vast majority of beers consumed malted barley because starch origin because its own fibrous husk isn't just vital from the sparging approach but in addition comprises amylase, a digestive enzyme which converts starch to fermentable sugar levels. From recent years brewers have produced fermented beer in the malted sorghum particularly for all those who cannot eat up gluten-rich beer originated from malted barley, wheat, rice and corn.

The leading elements of flavouring of beer will be the jumps that derive from the jump vine. Hops are in fact the blossoms of jump blossom that become flavouring agents in addition to preservative. Besides naturally-occurring specific berries and herbs will also be used as flavouring agents. Hops add flowery, herbal and citrus aromas and tastes to beer. Hops have an antibiotic effect and permit the employment of diminished quantity of microorganisms and also have a preservative activity. The microorganism in charge of the cessation of beer would be that the yeast. Yeast converts the sugars got by malted grains in to alcohols and co2 and so turns wort to beer. Additionally, it provides flavor and character to beer. A few brewers additionally add clarifying agents to beer since they precipitate out from their beer together side the protein solids and also are observed in traces only in the final product. These representatives create beer clean and fine rather than the muddy signature because that obtained from wheat at the olden days. Commonly-used clarifying agents have been isinglass got the swim bladders of plants, Irish moss from sea weed.

There are various types of beer seen all around the globe however, the essential theories of these groundwork are shared among different nations. Brewers from Canada, USA and Australia are really so much motivated by the European manner of beer groundwork they have developed their very own native varieties of beer. Besides different forms beer can be classified into two main types dependant on the form of brewing that affects yeast activity throughout cessation. Beers can be lagers brewed in elevated temperatures and synthetically accessible ales brewed in low temperatures. Ales could possibly be further split to light ale, dark or brown ale and stout. Beers are ostensibly classified on the grounds of yeast activity employed in fermentation. Beers which necessitate fast-acting hot trembling leaving residual sugars have been classified as ales while beers utilizing slow behaving cold fermentation at which the yeast removes the majority of the sugars have been lagers.

Limbic is many different beers that's prepared in Belgium using wild yeast as opposed to the cultivated one. A number of the types of yeast employed in making Lambic are maybe not the breeds of Cerevisiae therefore they really exude various tastes and aroma to beer. Lactobacillus is essentially accountable for its sour taste of limbic at which it produces acids. Stout and porter are black beers ready using roasted malt or roasted wheat and barley by dense yeast. The definition of Porter was useful for the very first time in 17-21 to spell out some dark coloured beer found in the river and streets porters of all London. This beer has been down the road got famous by the label stout.

Still another variety is wheat that is considerably obtained by using wheat. however, in addition, it comprises certain percentage of malted wheat too. They're normally very best fermented and also the flavour of all wheat beers varies greatly in line with this style where they're brewed. Ales have decided by hot skin with brewer's yeast which clumps and increases to the top in order that they have been known as high fermenting beers and require higher temperatures and also make fermented quickly in contrast with lagers. The most suitable temperature for undertaking cessation of ales will be 15-24°C. Inside this temperature range yeast produces suitable esters and tastes together side odor services and products leading to a beer using sour touch such as this of lemon, banana, pineapple, plum along with also others. Hops were introduced to England from the 15 th century and following the accession of hops in brewing the definition of beer had been used. The expression Real Ale was chased by Campaign for Real Ale (CAMRA) from 1973 for its beer brewed using conventional ingredients and naturally-occurring using co2.

The trendy beers of European source are known as lagers. The light lagers would be probably the most popularly eaten beers throughout the planet. The term lager has its source by a German note lager so to save as the brewers used to save the beers into cool cellars and caves throughout summer months plus so they detected that fermentation process lasted in the beers that were stored and this also led in better caliber of beers. The yeast used for cessation of lagers is greatly busy at lower temperatures plus it includes primary pruning in the temperature selection of 7-12°C after which the very long secondary fermentation in 0-4°C. Subsequent to the secondary fermentation has ended lagers eventually become evident. Cooler temperature additionally inhibits odd production of esters and other compounds leading to production of a yummy lager beer. With the addition of yeast breeds modern lagers prepare yourself in quite a brief time span say from 1 3 weeks.

Malt is accountable for this specific colouration of beer. The frequent shade of beers is light amber that's fundamentally created by using light malts. Coke was useful for the very first time in 1642 for roasting the malt however that this measure was banned in 1703 however, the definition of pale ale was created. Concerning volume and sale the vast majority of the beers are all derived from the balmy lagers brewed in 1842 in the town of Pilsen within the present-day Czech Republic. The light lager absorbed at today scenario is very light in shade passed through carbonation with all alcoholic strength of approximately 5 percent just. Dark beers are usually brewed by light malt or even lager base malt and certain percentage of dark malt to accomplish a desirable colour. Caramel, roasted unmated barley can be also employed for achieving a more desired colour of beer.

The alcoholic strength of beer ranges from greater than 3 percent by volume (abv) to approximately 14 percent (abv) even though this potency might be further increased around 20 percent (abv) by usage of smoke yeast and 60 percent (abv) by frost cessation procedure. Alcohol in beers stems from the sugars which lacked throughout the fermentation procedure. The number of fermentable sugars in wort and the stress of yeast used to the cessation of wort are liable for its alcoholic material from the obtained beer. Alcohol can be produced as a by-product of yeast and can be toxic to yeast. Low temperatures and too-little fermentation reduce the experience of yeast and in order that the alcoholic content of beer that is final. The alcoholic content of beers has significantly escalation in the past couple of years of 20thcentury and also a Dutch brewery has produced the most powerful beer using alcoholic content of 60 percent (abv).

The brewing industry is a multinational business in today's world plus it works in cooperation with regional in addition to federal breweries. Micro-brewery is a contemporary brewery which produces a restricted quantity of beer annually around 15,000 barrels. Ale by the pressurized keg has become the most common way of dispensing beers at the pubs. A metallic keg is generally used that can be filled with beer and pressurized by employing co2. After a cask arrives at a bar it's kept vertically in a framework called stillage that's intended to take it in 90° and allowed to cool at the basement temperature before being exploited and vented.

Beers are essentially eliminated away from the yeasts until they experience packaging from cans and bottles. Bottle conditioned beers nevertheless retain a yeast that's left unattended therefore beers need to be pumped lightly. Many beers are generally sold in cans all around the globe. People today beverage directly from cans or simply by massaging in to the glass. Cans protect beer by pressing light and there's little of no probability of leakage. Cosmetic containers can be also utilised for packaging. Warmer temperature demonstrates flavour of beer and also trendy beers tend to be more refreshing. Most moms want to eat up light lagers chilled while royal stouts are often preferred in the room temperature.

Beers are served in cans, glasses, eyeglasses etc. Beer is poured into a mode from the drinking glasses and introduction of beer container releases carbon dioxide since it's opened.

Many societal activities are proven to be related to smoking such as handmade cards, bar games etc. Beer is popularly consumed all around the world at a sizable percentage in contrast with this wine that your 2nd most commonly consumed drink. The major active key part of beer is alcohol in addition affects general health. Moderate use of beer lessens the probability of coronary arrest and cognitive reduction. Long term impacts of alcohol boost the chance of liver damage. The brewer's yeast applied for the cessation of beer is also a rich supply of minerals such as potassium, magnesium, phosphorus, vitamin and Vitamin B and so, beer is occasionally known as berry. As per a report conducted by Japanese boffins at 2005 low-fat drinkers possess antifungal properties that were strong. Non-alcoholic beers decrease the danger of cardio vascular diseases. But over-consumption of any such thing is uncontrollable therefore beers need to be absorbed at a limitation.

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Sky High, Part 2

Part 1

Steve x fem!reader

A/N: So here is part 2 of Sky High. A little more dialougue and we´re gonna get to know more characters and such as we go. I loved writing up the end of this chapter, and I´m looking forward to more. @buckysknifecollection

Of course, GIF-credit to owner!

Warnings: Swearing (I swear a lot, okay), sexual innuendos (later chapters), alcohol, mentions of death/killing, mentions of religion(s)

Words: 2020

Y/N – your name

Y/H/N – your hair colour

Y/E/C – your eye colour

The Captain and James had stayed away from Y/N, which was good for them of course. She had been in no mood to talk to anyone, especially not any demons. She had only stayed shortly at the bar before she got to the place where she was sleeping. As confusing as it may be, there are many worlds out there and space in between them, where only certain creatures can exist. These worlds and the space between them have many names. Realm is a common name for them, and for this purpose, it fits quite well. Heaven was a realm. Hell too. Earth was also its own realm. Quite confusing for sure.

Natashas´ bar was in a realm called Wi. Technically Natasha was the ruler of that realm and she decided who could get in and who couldn’t. She had made it a safe-haven for angels and demons and the two species were also the only two that could get in. Y/N never slept in Wi. She trusted Natasha, but she didn’t trust the others who passed through, which is why she was now staying in the realm of Rowor. The home of her beloved Sofwas. They were the only species in their realm, and the elder wouldn’t let just anybody in. Their system of entry was based on runes. Runes you either got from the Sofwas or obtained “illegally”.

Y/N now had her personalized rune from the Sofwas, but the first time she was supposed to visit their realm she had to go to the brothers to get her rune. She loved the brothers. The blonde, beefy one was loud and was always making jokes, while his brother, the tall raven-haired magician was quiet and brooding. No matter what mood Y/N was in she could find someone to talk to between the two brothers. They also happened to have rune magic. That means they know runes and which allows you to travel there. It´s mostly an in-and-out rune, to get you to a realm and back. They weren´t cheap, luckily Y/N wasn’t paying for it herself. The Lady was, even if The Lady didn’t quite know what she was paying for.

You see, rune magic isn´t exactly legal… runes were supposed to be sacred and only known by the keeper of the realms. Of course, that had never worked, and smuggling was a big part of some species' survival. In that case, they needed runes, and the illegal market was the only option. The brothers were the only ones dealing with runes. They were gods and Y/Ns boss Maria, couldn’t exactly do anything about them. Their names you ask, well I think you know. Thor and Loki of course.

Y/Ns personalized rune had left her not having to interact with the brothers lately and she sort of missed them. They were the closest to friends she could have. Sure the other angels, but they were family. It was different. She would have to visit them soon enough if she only knew where they were at the moment. Oh well, that was a well-rested Y/Ns problem for tomorrow. Now she needed sleep among the Sofwas. Sofwas were tactile creatures, and Y/N didn’t mind as she appreciated their company and was the being they prayed to. She would do anything for them, they kept her alive, after all.

The Sofwas happily met up with her as she came across the bridge to the little town where they lived. They climbed up her legs, being only 2 inches tall, and hung on to her arms and shoulders as they showed her pictures of their day. Showed their pictures as in how Reneesme does it in Breaking Dawn part 2, only cooler. It was a little hard to keep the stories separated but Y/N managed quite well. She had known them all for a long time and could recognize them on the pattern they showed pictures in. They were non-verbal but understood her when she spoke to them.

Sofwalings, young Sofwas, asked Y/N about her latest adventures and whether she was staying for a long time. Y/N couldn´t talk about her missions and she wasn’t sure how long she could stay. She wanted to stay forever. It was the closest she had to a home. Y/N was lead by the sofwalings to the most central house in the village where the old Lady of the town came out to greet them. Y/N fell to her knees immediately and stretched out her two hands for the lady to climb upon. The other sofwas jumped off her as a sign of respect. Y/N brought her hands to her face and let the lady place her small hands on Y/Ns forehead. She was shown pictures of food, a bed, and a sunset and she smiled softly.

“Madam. I thank you, with all of my being for your kindness. It shall be an honor to stay here.” Y/N said softly. She had the voice of an angel but only used it in Rowor. The Sofwas cheered and Y/N gently sat the madam down on the ground and helped her back to her little house. Y/N herself was led to the outskirts where they had set up a canopy made from beige linen over a well-padded mattress with pillows. It was all to size for Y/N, of course. It was the sight where they would worship Y/N and the peace she brings.

Laid out on a table were food and drinks for her. She truly felt appreciated and cared for. She thanked the Sofwa´s who had guided her and sat down by the table to eat. She ate in her loneliness, but it had never bothered her. She wasn´t exactly a creature with needs and hence didn’t need social contact to feel okay or survive. She didn’t necessarily need food either, but her Wessel worked better if she got food and sleep.

A burning sensation in her left hand startled her but she quickly realized it was Maria wishing to come in contact with her. Angels often called it the scorching mark, but Y/N called it an annoyance. She looked at her hand and let out a loud groan as she saw it was the rune for the realm which held Earth, Midgard. She decided to ignore it for now and finished up her meal. She cleaned up after herself with a quick wave of her hand before she headed over to the mattress.

Y/N laid down and looked up at the canopy. She flicked her hand again and the scene above her changed into the Crab Nebula. Y/N didn’t know a lot about what humans called astrology but she liked colors and she liked the peaceful nature of the big, quiet space, that they all were a part of, even if they were in different realms. She fell asleep under the stars and forgot all about Marias' mission and humans.

Angels don´t dream. Well, they don’t until they find their one, their soulmate. Y/N didn’t believe in soulmates. She had lived for many lifetimes and yet hadn´t found hers. What was the point in that, she often asked herself, if she did indeed have a soulmate. Why was she supposed to wait for millennia for hers? It sucked. But again, she didn’t believe it… she didn’t have to bother with it, so why did another dreamless night bother her.

She sat up wide awake to silence that was suitable for a realm in which the inhabitants communicated by pictures instead of words. Y/N rubbed at her eyes and groaned softly to herself as she tried to rub the tiredness away. She wanted more sleep. She stretched her arms upward and checked her palm. The sign was still there and Y/N knew she had to handle it. It was her job, her sentence, her punishment.

Midgard… Y/Ns personal hell. We´ve been through this. Y/N hates humans and earth. She got herself ready for transportation. The place that came to her mind was Española Way in Miami, which meant that was where her mission was. She groaned to herself but transferred there without fuzz. Maria could at least have ruined a street like Hollywood Boulevard for Y/N, instead of THE food-street of Miami Beach.

The landing wasn’t a pleasant experience, at least not for those around. Angels landed in bolts of lightning and were always accompanied by thunderstorms and hard rain. It didn’t hurt the angel but could scare anyone around them. To some extent, the angel could adjust the effects of their landing. Y/N, for example, concentrated to not land with thunder when she landed in Rowor. On earth, it was a very different thing. Y/N landed with it all, that way she could scare whoever her mission was and make them an easier target. That’s what she did now.

And there she was. The mission. A woman in her 30s was watching Y/N, whos hair was flowing in the aftermath of the lightning. Y/ns eyes were also shining blue, she stood out from the crowd. Exactly her point. The woman began to run. Y/N followed her at a slower pace. She would catch up, and she was in no rush.

~ four hours later ~

“Hello!” Y/N said as Lorraine entered the apartment she had been renting for the past few months. “I´ve heard you´ve been a little busy… trading angels and weapons… Care to explain yourself before I zap you outta here?” Y/N asked and smiled sweetly as she cleaned her nails with her angel-blade. “Not that I care, I´ll zap you either way.” She continued and shrugged as she looked at the terrified Lorraine.

“Oh… You didn’t expect your maker to come after you, did you? Well, let me tell you a little secret. She doesn’t like it when you trade with her angels, and weapons that can kill her. She doesn’t like it when you go against her word.” Y/N whispered as she made her way over to Lorraine.

Lorraine stepped back, still too afraid to speak. Y/N sighed softly, “No? You don’t want to talk? That’s too bad, I was hoping you´d be up for a chat.” She said and quickly pierced Lorraine´s body with the blade. “Why do you all have to be so very boring.” She groaned and looked down at the body which was now laying in front of her on the floor.

Y/N looked up as she heard someone step through the door. It was a tall, blonde, man, well demon. It was The Captain. “What are you doing here?” She asked and grabbed her blade from Lorraines' body as she got ready for an attack. “You killed the human?!? What´s wrong with you angels always killing and never asking questions?” The Captain all but screamed at her. “Jesus, you woke up on the wrong side.” She said and frowned a bit. “Maria wanted her, I´m just following orders, now if you´ll excuse me I have to get this soul to her for interrogation.” Y/N said and bent down by the body ready to transfer to wherever Maria was.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t quick enough. She felt The Captain grab hold of her arm and looked up as they both transferred away. Now, transfers aren´t supposed to work with two `living` creatures. They had to transfer on their own. Y/N had never transferred with another before and it wasn’t pleasant.

Y/N recoiled and she landed on her back with a thud. It was light but cold. She was on some sort of gravel and she groaned as she sat up and looked over to see The Captain on his back. She was hoping the transfer had harmed him as much as it had hurt her, or more. She grabbed her angel blade and made herself ready. She looked around a bit and audibly groaned with annoyance as she didn’t see the body of Lorraine anywhere.

The Captain had not only hurt her, but he had also made Y/N fail a mission for the first time. She was going to enjoy killing the demon she now had in front of her.

#Steve Rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #seapandoraswritings #angel/demon au #captain america #fanfiction #fanfic #Avengers #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction

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Origins of the Park Blues

⇢ Pairing: Jimin x Chaeyoung

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Doctor/Surgeon AU, Prequel to the Doctor Blues Universe - read the series here and the sequel here first!

⇢ Words: 10.1k

⇢ Warnings: brief mentions of violence and blood, depictions of the pre-med struggle, might need some tissues for the ending

⇢ Summary: Dr. Park is many things - charming, funny, unnecessarily dramatic though he begs to disagree with that last one, but the person he is today wasn’t always who he was meant to become. Before Dr. Park existed, there was a certain person named Park Jimin back in college, someone he truly can’t seem to recognize after all the years that had soared by. With a wave of nostalgia and some fragments of leftover memories, he recalls a time he’s never shared, one that particularly involves two special people he’s managed to never let go of.

Velvet black encircles his arms, draping down to hug his lean torso. His hands rise to fiddle around with his loose collar, the striking white beneath settling quite nicely with the black. Layers of gel stick to his hair, parting his flimsy bangs away from his forehead and flaunting the gold studs in his ears.

Taking a step back, the glass before him embodies his image with a perfect capture, down to the loose tie that dangles from his neck and the charming smile his sparkling teeth flash.

“Jimin?”

The sound of his name beckons him to turn, a young woman with brightly coloured orange locks meeting his field of view. Her hand is pressed against the broad door frame, waves of long hair falling delicately against her cheek as she adjusts her crème coloured heels.

“Oh. You’re ready?” Her foot falls flat onto the ground, the same crème shade pooling around her form.

A small chuckle escapes him, a taunting hand resting on his hip.

“Told you it was only going to take me ten minutes~”

“I had to be sure.” Chaeyoung huffs out, quickly snatching a small gold clutch as she positions herself right beside him, glancing at the mirror. An assortment of cosmetics spill out from the bag, her eyes and hands carefully rummaging through all the material. “You did say you wanted to leave early in advance.”

“That was the change in plan since we all decided to go together.” Jimin sighs, “I just wish Yoongi told me beforehand so I wouldn’t have spent an hour watching Titanic when I could have been showering.”

She giggles in the middle of lining her eyes with a thick coat of black, “But it was so cute watching you tear up when Rose had to say goodbye to Jack.”

“I wasn’t crying!! My eyes were just irritated!!!” More giggles flow out of her, eyes leaving her reflection when she shoots him an amused look. “Don’t tell anyone Chae, they won’t let me live it down.”

She mimics a zipper with her fingertips, running them across her lips with a smile. Jimin lets out a relieved exhale, hand pressed against his chest when he slumps against the dresser.

A thought sparkles in Chaeyoung’s mind, “You know, it still surprises me how close all of you are.”

It seems to revive Jimin, whose eyes are back on again with wide alert.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” She backs away from the mirror, de-twisting the tube of lipstick in her hands before setting it away, “When I first started at the hospital, I expected everyone to be more professional.”

“–which everyone was of course,” She corrects herself when Jimin frowns, “but all of you were friends and I had always thought doctors were more…I don’t know, serious?”

Glancing back at Jimin, she shrugs, “Everyone in medical school certainly was.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong though.” Jimin lifts himself up, standing to face Chaeyoung, “Most of us didn’t come out of medical school as strangers and in fact,” He points a knowing finger at her, eyes holding a glimmer within them, “Y/N and Taehyung were childhood friends before working at the hospital together.”

Chaeyoung freezes; mouth agape and brows raised when Jimin simply devilishly grins in return.

“C-Childhood friends?!” He nods, swaying back and forth on his heels with a candied smile, “But didn’t they hate each other...?”

“At first, since Y/N didn’t know Taehyung was her old friend until he eventually told her about it,” Chaeyoung gazes at him in awe and he smiles, “Now they don’t seem to be so professional with each other, right?”

She hums, eyes in deep thought until Jimin throws her another curveball, “Those two aren’t the only ones though. Yoongi, Y/N and me were friends back in college.”

Jimin tries to stifle back a laugh when Chaeyoung’s eyes are the size of large saucers, practically gaping at him when no words seem to be coming out of her mouth. Her blown away expression causes Jimin to lose it after a couple of ticking seconds, light giggles flooding through the room.

“How did you become friends?” She wonders out loud, though it’s no news to Jimin when the impending shock has yet to fade away from her. A giant fond grin spurs out from him at the question, nostalgia beginning to whirl over his head and spreading a warm array of some dwindling memories.

“It’s a longggg story…” He lightly laughs when Chaeyoung immediately sulks, his eyes affectionately disappearing. His words only serve to spark more interest from her, a stream of endless questions ready to spew out.

“But I guess we have enough time to start it off.”

Her eyes turn hopeful right away, a reaction that only results in an enamoured laugh from Jimin. His eyes gradually drift, fixating themselves upon the clean-cut image that stares back.

“I was a very different person back then, believe it or not,” He whispers, smile not leaving once when Chaeyoung’s eyes instantly grow brighter, shuffling closer as if she was in the midst of watching a highly anticipated movie. When his eyes directly connect to those in his reflection, the image begins to distort – ripples of glass oscillating as his black hair becomes more tousled and brighter until a hue of orange takes over. The sophisticated black wrings into a striking azure blue, sliver chains clinking around the old denim jeans that fasten tightly onto his hips.

He smirks, though it comes off as much more mischievous and with a dark daring glint to his eyes this time.

“Until I met them.”

***

The long narrow hallways leading into different offices and wards, brimming with individuals pacing around in white coats and clipboards as they earnestly examine patients vanishes within a mere second. Similar to a bubble bursting, the remains swirl until they restore back into a much older form, one that is coloured with a string of new sunny beige buildings. The ground is now lined with ashy sidewalks, a range of young adults walking amongst each other with bags stringed against their backs. Some carry heavy electronic devices while others have loud music being blasted into their ears, both stopping occasionally to interact with one another.

It definitely isn’t the same – isn’t the same place that are harbours his dearest friend’s faces as they go about their work, a balance of both concern and laughter echoing through the walls on a day to day basis. Even though it’s not what he’s grown to become incredibly fond of though; there’s still this surge of familiarity when a similar level of tension runs across the many student’s expressions.

“Did you meet them here?” Chaeyoung curiously peeks out at the imagined students walking back, chattering aimlessly as if not noticing the two people carefully watching them from afar.

“Unfortunately I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting them here, or separately.” Jimin sighs, “Those two were always together long before I arrived.”

When Jimin reaches out his hand, Chaeyoung immediately takes it. He points to a rather large building on the side and from the exterior alone, she can see the series of long shelves lined up together, an array of books arranged in alphabetical order. Drawing closer, the building seems to be packed with students that all have their noses planted within piles and piles of book – including one specific student that has her eyes widening, their appearance being much younger compared to the capable doctor she so admiringly knows of.

“There are five metacarpals and fourteen phalanges in the hand, each piece of bone allowing for joint movement through flexion and extension…” A voice mumbles robotically, the faint pitter patter of feet pacing around a long table and the distant flipping of pages greeting her ears straight away. There’s another person covered with a hood slumped down onto the table, fallen arms and head given a front row seat to the pacing.

As more words begin to spill out from the balanced book in the young girl’s hand, Chaeyoung can only stare in fascination, “Scaphoid, trapezium, capitate, trapezoid, lunate, pisiform, triquetrum–“

The footsteps come to a halt, the book dropping onto the table with a loud thud.

“Are you even listening to me Yoongi?”

“It’s hamate.” He finishes, a deep yawn leaving him as his arms stretch out and his back tenses. He slumps down again, blonde locks falling across his face and eyes more relaxed. “And I am Y/N, I’m just tired.”

You huff, placing a hand against your hip, “You can’t be tired when exams are right around the corner. Plus, we haven’t even gotten to the middle of this chapter.”

Much to your own dismay, Yoongi doesn’t say anything. Instead he opts to reach out and grab onto your arm, dragging you down until you land onto the seat next to him with a ‘oof!’. He forces you to plant your head against the table, pushing your backpack forward to work as a cushion.

“You’ve reviewed enough.” He mumbles, voice coming out exhausted, “Relax.”

“But–“

He presses a finger to his lips and shuts his eyes, immediately dozes off within an impressive number of minutes. You let out a sigh, not succumbing down into protests against his wishes when you’ve learn that Yoongi isn’t the type of person to take ‘no’ for an answer when it comes down to things he knows are right. In a way, you think it’s a quality that would make him a great doctor, not backing out on his word when he’s made a firm decision.

Maybe that’s why in a handful of rigorous students competitively hoping to outweigh each other to the point of becoming doctors, you’ve stuck to Min Yoongi like glue. He wasn’t so difficult to get along with and did his work, leaving you in a somewhat peaceful state of mind even when adrenaline was spiking and coursing through your veins rapidly during exam session. He was also from Daegu – just like you – which oddly left you feeling at home even though you were millions of miles away from it.

“I told you to relax, not to stare at me like you’re examining a damn specimen.”

When one of his eyes crack open to glare at you, you simply laugh.

“Yes Sir.” Fluttering close your eyes, you can feel sleep pulling you away just like the blonde-haired man next to you, all the accumulated stress and worries arising from your impending deadlines slowly washing away as the hours ticked by.

Chaeyoung smiles.

“Dr. Min and Dr. L/N are still the same.”

“Between the two of us, I think the two of them have gotten much softer.” Jimin giggles, a hand pressed to his mouth, “But don’t tell Yoongi that, he’ll get angry.”

“Deal.” She winks at him, but her vision then roams around the room, not catching onto the sight of the cheeky doctor she loves so much.

“Where are you though? You didn’t meet them in the library?”

“Uhh well…” Jimin suddenly shifts into an alarming shade of red, causing Chaeyoung to frown, “You could say my entry into their lives was a little…dramatic.”

At that, she grins, “I think I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t.”

“Then you’re in for quite a nice surprise.”

The scene transitions, spiralling and twisting until the numerous shelves and tables have disappeared into small puffs of mist. Instead, rows and rows of chairs are aligned together, students no longer adhered to the pages of their books anymore but now fixated on the man uttering words in the front of the room as they scribble down intricate drawings from the board.

Your brows are furrowed as you frantically mimic the man’s drawings, young eyes reflecting the same focus as every other student situated in the room. Next to you is Yoongi, who although holds the same stance, leans back in his chair as his eyes nonchalantly roll over the pictures.

It’s right then that Chaeyoung notices just how right Jimin is; observing how your eyes are much more different compared to the kind eyes that had first greeted her within the walls of the hospital, offering up a hand right away when she was under the wrath of her once tense superior. These are not the eyes of the Dr. L/N she’s been so well acquainted with, instead they’re the eyes of a determined and studious student, fueled with ambition and a certain degree of sharp coldness that she’s surprised to even see.

Before she can even mutter something to Jimin, he pokes the side of her arm, drawing her attention to the wide expanse of the grey doors behind all the students. Bewildered, she stares at him confused when he grins, gesturing for her to keep looking.

When Chaeyoung turns, she doesn’t expect the doors to slam wide open with a rough bam, jolting when swaying footsteps echo into the semi-quiet hall. The surprise doesn’t lie in the action though, it lies in who exactly comes out from those doors.

She blinks, not even recognizing that man that strides through the staircases as he rakes a hand through his neon orange hair, chains loosely dangling back and forth at his hips. There’s a loose smirk on his lips and a dark glimmer in his eyes, something Chaeyoung has only distinctly seen before with lesser degree of intensity.

The man strolls along the staircase until he quite ungracefully flops down onto a chair. His presence seems to cause a sudden cascade of reactions, from nearby peers immediately sneering and pushing their books away from him with grimaces, to nearby feminine eyes curiously and eagerly peeking to steal glances at him.

Even though it’s supposed to be a mere recollection, it causes Chaeyoung’s stomach to turn a bit despite her best efforts to ignore it. The black-haired man next to her leans closer and embraces an arm around her shoulders, dipping her back into the realization that even though she’s seeing the same person, they’re from two different time periods and that’s something she willing accepts.

Resuming back to the scene, she notices that the man has seated himself right next to two familiar faces.

“Great.” She watches you mumble harshly underneath your breath, “Go ask someone else.”

“But I haven’t even said anything yet.” He taunts with a vaguely similar whining voice and Chaeyoung giggles at the sound of it.

“Forget it.” There’s a venomous look in your eyes when you spit out the words – an expression that truly surprises Chaeyoung, “I’m not going to be the person you mooch off Park.”

“I missed half the lecture though!!” Immediately a collection of hushes surround him, neighboring annoyed eyes proceeding to giving the board their attention.

“How about the homework answers then?”

You don’t say a word when he so blatantly tries to bargain with you, eyes firmly squinting at the words being inscribed on the projector instead. However, it grows harder by the minute to do so when he starts to shoot you increasing worse puppy looks in a desperate attempt to wear you down. You have to eventually hold up a book to his face, ignoring his existence completely until he decides to rest his chin on the top of it, a giant pout plastered onto his lips.

A very grateful sigh escapes you when near by students begin to pack up their laid-out books once the clock’s handles shift. The speed at which you get up is instant; snatched up books in hand as you quickly follow the blonde mop of hair that leaves, failing to realize the trail of orange closely stuck to your side.

“Are you guys going to the library~”

You throw a pleading look at Yoongi when he cheekily calls out, distress leaking into your eyes. Yoongi reaches out, grabbing onto your arm and swiftly pulling you along.

“We’re actually going back to my apartment. Sorry, no pets allowed.” You don’t expect Yoongi to suddenly dash away, dragging you with him before any words get past Jimin’s lips.

“I think we’ve lost him.” You hurriedly say, luckily slowing down Yoongi who was running at a remarkable pace that went beyond all of your expectations.

A low sigh leaves you, “You know, that’s the third time this week.”

“I know – unfortunately when he bumps into you, he bumps into me too.” He leans against the wall to catch his breath, “Asked me for the psych lecture notes the other day. I told him my dog ate it.”

You scrunch up your nose, “You fed Holly your psych notes?”

“No, but I couldn’t tell him that.” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, “Listen, my dog eats like a king and that guy wasn’t going to leave me alone even if Holly did eat it.”

You hum, “I really don’t understand him. Everyone here is trying so hard just to get a step into medical school and here he is, walking around and using people to pass.”

“Me neither. The guy doesn’t stand a chance if he keeps acting like that.”

“Sometimes I wonder if we’ll even have a chance.” The grip on your backpack tightens, “They cut down the acceptances by a hundred last year Yoongi, a hundred.”

“All the more to keep trying.” He gestures for you to follow hm, “Come on, I have leftovers over at my place and all this talk about school is making my head hurt.”

A lopsided smile arises on your lips and you tread along behind him.

***

“That’s how you met?” Chaeyoung whispers, “You were trying to mooch off of them?”

Jimin shyly grins, “I wasn’t the greatest at studying and doing my work…. but I’ve gotten better now!”

Chaeyoung stares at him in disbelief, firm hands planted on her hips.

“You used to give all your paperwork to Jungkook.”

“Hey! It was a learning opportunity! He was my intern and he needed to learn!”

“Then how did you become a doctor? If you were constantly ‘mooching off’ people?”

“I already told you, it’s a longgg story.”

He points back to the scene, grinning when it changes into a different one and Chaeyoung curiously watches it unfold.

“Shit.”

Your hand reaches out, grabbing onto a nearby arm and shaking it awake as you hiss, “Yoongi, wake up! He’s back!”

The man groans for a moment, tired eyes staring back at you.

“What do you mean he’s bac–“

“Hi there!”

He sits down before you have the chance to run away, scooting over uncomfortably closer to you and Yoongi with a wide grin. Yoongi is completely awake now, sharing a dejected sigh with you and you decide that it was about time you focused on the next reading anyway after that much needed nap.

To your utter surprise, everything goes well within a couple of minutes, only minor disruptions caused by him every now and then. From his bored stare directed to the ceiling and the stretching of his legs until they bump into you, to his occasional waves and smirks being sent to some of his female companions walking by – its only inconvenient to the extent that you have to simply ignore him and resume back to studying right after.

“Were you guys avoiding me?”

He whispers it so quietly, voice dropping down into low tone and encompassing a melodramatic tinge to it that has your brows contorting. Luckily, Yoongi answers in a firm voice in place of you, not a drop of emotion in his eyes as he stares at him.

“Yes. You were following us around everywhere.”

“Oh.” He places a hand on his chest, eyes furiously widening and a gasp slipping from his lips.

“I was just merely trying to get some help and–“

“Aren’t you a fuckboy?”

The words fly out before you can catch them and even Yoongi stares at you in surprise with the forwardness. However, after the abundance of rumors speculating around him that have caught onto your ears, you can only wonder just how much of your hunch is actually true.

Much to your own relief, he doesn’t seem offended at all by your outburst, but there’s a dark glint residing in his eyes when he leans in closer to you.

“Why, what have you heard about me sweetheart?”

Your mouth immediately drops and when he sends you a playful wink, all blood drains away from your face. A boisterous laugh leaves him when you slightly scoot away, closer to Yoongi and much farther away from him.

A time period away, a horrified voice screeches.

“YOU HIT ON DR. L/N?!?”

“Might not want to mention that fact tonight.” He immediately corrects her with a wince, “And I was just teasing, Y/N wouldn’t even talk to me properly!”

“I can’t even imagine anyone else with Dr. L/N aside from Dr. Kim,” Chaeyoung whispers, donning a soured expression, “It’s just weird thinking that it could have happened.”

“Nah, I can tell you right away she wasn’t interested, plus I got the feeling that Yoongi would have killed me if I said anything.”

Jimin chuckles yet Chaeyoung quirks up a brow.

“Were you interested though?”

The very thought causes Jimin’s face to fall, though a cheesy smile soon replaces it when he gazes at her.

“I think it’s pretty clear at this point who I’m interested in.”

***

You sigh, eyes still glaring at the orange mop of hair that refuses to leave your side no matter what you do. Leaning over, you make eye contact with Yoongi who simply shrugs, having long given up trying to get rid of the man that sticks you like a piece of gum.

Within a short period of time, you have learned quite a few things. Number one – his name is Jimin and he’s a thorn in your side that you can’t get rid of, having followed you and Yoongi around and pestering you for days with questions. He meets you at every corner no matter how far you and Yoongi run and he’s somehow managed to get the blonde-haired doctor to accept his presence. You on the other hand, not so much.

Number two – his reputation has proven to be true. From the flirty winks and playful smirks he constantly sends, your suspicions have confirmed to be a hundred percent true. Although it doesn’t bother you with what he spends his spare time doing, it becomes quite annoying when his distractions tend to accompany him around too, disrupting many of your study sessions that you and Yoongi used to lead once in comfortable silence.

Number three – he’s incredibly annoying. From his random outbursts and loud bolstering voice, you wonder if the man ever has the realization that there’s people around him studying, or worse that they’re sitting right beside him studying. It causes you to sigh even more than usual, a set of noise cancelling ear plugs always in your hand as you and Yoongi casually share them, not sure what to do anymore when you’ve simply grown tired and just need to study for your impending exams.

Something also worthy to note, is that Jimin doesn’t really seem to care about exams at all. Either he asks you or Yoongi with a frown about what you’re doing, and then resumes back to playing around with the chains on his jeans. Heck, you don’t think you’ve seen him actually pull out a book of his own, either grabbing one of yours to read until he grows bored and discards it to the side.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, your patience growing thinner and thinner as time spins.

“I just don’t get it! Why is this guy even here in the first place if he isn’t going to study? Why stick to two nerds when he can go to one of his girls and do whatever he wants?!” Yoongi frowns when you use the word ‘nerds’ but lets it slip when your voice comes out harsh, teeth gritting from just the memories of him disrupting you two.

He simply shrugs, “All you can do is just leave it Y/N, exams are around the corner and neither of us have the time to deal with him right now even if we wanted to.”

You hum and Yoongi slings his bag over his shoulder, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately.

“I have to head back to my place now, but feel free to drop by.”

With a reassuring smile, he leaves. Letting out a troubled exhale, you spin around and wonder if Yoongi is perhaps right. At this point, you’re at a loss with the options in your hand and the most you can do is just concentrate on your studying even as the presence of a certain orange haired man continuously plagues you.

As if the mere mention is brought into light for him, an arm is soon looping around your neck.

“Y/N!”

You shrug it off with a scoff, “Oh look, you actually remembered my name.”

He gasps, “Of course I would remember! Plus it had such a nice ring to it, Y/N~”

Loudly giggling, you roll your eyes and clutch onto your bag tighter, “Nice, now if you excuse me I need to go study.”

“Ooh I’ll come with! There was a chapter I wanted to go over.”

You huff, telling yourself to just deal with him for a couple of hours since you luckily still had a handful of earplugs Yoongi had generously gotten for you. But that’s when his rambles continue on and on, failing to realize that every word he enounces drives your eyebrow to twitch and fist to clench more.

When the cord finally snaps, you stop in the middle of the hallway, spinning on your heels so incredibly fast with a deadly glare in your eyes.

“Listen Park, I don’t know what you’re so hooked on following me and Yoongi around, but I’d like to get some time to study by myself.”

The words are intentionally acidic and you’re silently hope they’re enough to drive him away from you so you can get some peace and quiet, but he’s soon pouting in front of you, acting like a child that had just been scolded at.

“Aw come on Y/N!” He loudly whines, catching the curious glances of nearby passersby, “Why don’t you like me?! Even Yoongi doesn’t mind!”

“I’m not Yoongi.” You grit out, exhaling when he still continues to pout and you realize you honestly don’t have time for any of this, not wanting to go into the extensive explanation that the blonde haired man has just given up similarly to you and accepted his nonchalant presence.

“Just leave me alone, I have things to do.”

And with that, you walk away. Thankfully, there’s no footsteps accompanying behind you for once and you exhale in relief, wondering how much Yoongi would share the mutual feeling when you can just slip back into studying together without any unwanted disruptions. However just as your mind is filled with the thoughts of your close friend, a screeching siren violently blares out.

Your vision is clouded with angry hues of red, a hand pressed against the building’s door when multiple white vehicles begin to emerge out of nowhere. The car doors are slammed open, a flood of people surging out and surrounding the car that had been smashed to bits across the pavement.

That’s when your eyes slowly shift over to the ground, the very faint yet distinctly familiar blonde locks covered in scarlet, sprayed out right beside fallen shades of metal. You can feel a collection of sharp breezes from around you, whispers and murmurs echoing and stealing a glance at the commotion rampaging outside.

But you do not move.

You stare there, hand still gripping onto the door for dear life when your shoes feel like cement has sunken into them, ears drowning in the sound of the sirens and eyes still filled with the beaming bright red that madly flashes.

You don’t notice the hand that grasps onto your shoulder, you don’t notice the sensation of being whisked around, eyes confronting frantic orange instead of blonde and you especially don’t notice the terrified expression Jimin dons.

***

It’s all a blur.

One moment you’re standing outside the building watching all of this unravel before your eyes and the next, you’re situated outside of a hospital room, eyes glued to the ground as the orange haired man beside you paces around.

You don’t look up when he stops right in front you, kneeling down so that your eyes are inches away for him when he reaches out for your hands.

“Y-Y/N?” His voice is extremely coarse, something that doesn’t strike a flicker within your eyes. “Are–…are you okay?”

When you finally spare him a glance, the tears come bursting out. You seem to have no control left when they harshly shudder out of your body, adjacent blue sleeves reaching up to wipe them away hurriedly before they can meet the ground.

You don’t seem to notice when Jimin tugs you into his arms, your sobs being muffled by his shirt.

“T-There’s so much blood.” You choke out, “I-I…I don’t know if he’s going to make it out Jimin, I–“

“He will.” Jimin quickly whispers, yet a faint tremor is lodged within his voice, “H-He has to...”

Your entire form trembles when you clutch onto him tighter.

“I can’t lose him too, I-I just can’t.”

Jimin freezes, confusion masking onto him for a brief moment until you tremble in his arms again. He casts the thought away altogether, focusing on holding you instead of his own pondering.

When the silence falls, you’re the first to move.

Parting away from Jimin whose gaze lingers on your red eyes, a lone tear runs down as you sniffle. He doesn’t say anything accompanying you where the chairs are, sitting down with a weak sigh.

Despite your best attempts, your voice croaks.

“D-Did you see him?”

He instantly nods, “I swear it didn’t look so bad, but he definitely needs treatment.”

“Hmm.”

Silence echoes again.

“Can I…” He bites his lip, mind in chaos from his pondering again, “Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“You said you can’t lose him too…what did you mean by that?”

His eyes are hurriedly tracing all over your features, wondering if he said something out of line with the question.

“I’ve lost some very dear people to me over the years.” You mumble, “I guess you can say he’s all I have left now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“No, I really am sorry. I stuck around with you guys, even when it was clear you didn’t want me around. I just–” He sighs, a light tint of pink to his cheeks, “I just wanted to be friends.”

“Friends? Why would you want to be friends with us?”

You look at him bewildered through your wet eyes and he softly smiles.

“Because you two seemed like the only people that could have handled someone like me.”

There are a million questions dancing through your mind at that, but when you try to press forward on the issue, a young doctor steps out of Yoongi’s room.

On alert, you and Jimin instantly stand up, “Are you here for Mr. Min?”

Nodding, he smiles, “He’s doing okay, luckily there wasn’t any major blood loss but his shoulder had been dislocated. It should be fine within a couple of days.”

“Thank you so much.” Jimin says, the young doctor smiling before gesturing for them to enter inside.

You’re short a handful of words when you take a step inside the room, eyes landing right on the patch of blonde hair situated on a bed, his head severely bandaged as his arm is propped up in a cast. It only takes one turn of his head for you and Jimin both to completely crumble, soon endlessly sobbing and embracing each other much to Yoongi’s own amusement.

His lip quirks up, “What? You guys thought I was dead?”

“Don’t you dare even joke about that.” You spit out, suddenly realizing that you’ve been stuck to Jimin this whole entire time. Hastily shuffling away, you put some distance between you and him as you awkwardly cough. Jimin doesn’t seem to mind much, because in comparison to you, he doesn’t have any level of calmness regarding the current matter.

“Y-You…o-outside…ambulance…” Jimin mumbles out, tears flowing out of his eyes until he throws himself onto the man, more harsh sobs leaving him.

Fortunately, Jimin doesn’t lean against his casted arm, but Yoongi doesn’t bear the same sentiment when there’s a heavy dead weight being planted against his body.

“Yah! Park Jimin, get off of me!”

Jimin cutely shakes his head, arms twisted around Yoongi’s form as an amused chuckle escapes your lips. He seems to notice right away, eyes instantly brightening at the sound.

“Can we go back to studying?” Yoongi questions, sighing when Jimin latches onto his arm as he turns to meet your eyes, “Exams start next week and I don’t have time to stay injured.”

“Are you sure?” Your gaze is serious, knowing that his injury wasn’t one that he could simply brush off so easily.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life working here anyways and I don’t plan on starting now.” Yoongi scrunches his nose in disgust, “Can you also get this idiot off of me already?”

He gestures to Jimin’s shrunken form and you fondly smile, peeling the man off of Yoongi who gladly exhales. Yoongi slips off the bed much to Jimin’s protests, grabbing his tucked away hoodie and backpack.

“Let’s go before they realize I’m gone.” Yoongi hurriedly whispers, taking a once over behind him before quickly following behind you. Exiting the room, the coast is luckily clear as you walk down the hallway, failing to realize a certain a pair of footsteps lingering behind but not quite meeting up with your steps.

You turn, frowning.

“I…I should get going…” Jimin’s hand is on the back of his head, gaze on the floor. You exchange a look with Yoongi, footsteps continuing to walk.

“Why? You’re not going to join us?”

He snaps his head back to see you and Yoongi standing in front of him.

There’s a giant joyous grin painted onto his features when he sees you reaching out your hand for him, a knowing look in your eyes as Yoongi amusedly smirks at the interaction. He instantly grabs on, his grip strong and firm when he follows closely behind you.

Although the hallways are filled with Yoongi’s protests and Jimin’s whines when the latter tries to offer to carry him the rest of the way, alongside your laughter when Yoongi says he regrets the decision he made with you just two seconds ago already, the three of you keep walking until the hall changes completely. Instead of being lined with lockers and students, it soon morphs into the familiar white walls, doors leading into different patient rooms as the soon to be doctors get down to work.

***

There’s only awe leftover in Chaeyoung’s bright eyes when the black-haired doctor keeps staring at his reflection, a new and softer expression brimming on his features.

“You’ve stayed friends this whole time…”

Jimin’s eyes flicker when she whispers, snapping him out of it as he grins.

“Welll, there was the whole transitioning over to medical school part, and then passing the exams to get our licences and then trying to get hired.” Jimin deeply exhales at that, brows furrowing, “Now that I think about it, I guess we have been through a lot.”

Chaeyoung smiles when Jimin lightly laughs, a hand raking through his black locks when there’s a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Rushing over, she notices how clock’s handles have rapidly spun forward and that could only meet one thing.

“LET’S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!!” A voice exclaims, dramatically louder in comparison as Chaeyoung giggles and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“You know I have neighbors that are asleep at this hour, right?” Jimin deadpans, causing Jin to scoff and shake his head.

“Geez, you’re seriously no fun.” He turns to Namjoon, “Are we sure it’s okay to bring him along?”

Namjoon kindly smiles, “I think it would be a huge problem if we didn’t, he is the life of the party.”

Jimin grins, rushing over to hug his superior as Namjoon chuckles, awkwardly patting him on the back. That’s when Jimin catches a glimpse of blonde hair, seemingly standing with the group but being pushed to the back by a doctor that possibly wanted to first yell into the apartment.

“YOONGI~!!” Jimin exclaims, instantly hanging onto the man like a koala bear. Yoongi grunts, already pushing him off.

“Yah Park Jimin-ah! When will you realize that I can’t carry you?!” He brushes off his suit, now crinkled because of the man’s affectionate display.

“But you like my hugs don’t you~” Jimin simply replies, hugging the man that just retorts with an exhausted sigh. Right behind him, a man with orange hair giggles at the doting display and Jimin beams.

“Hoseok!”

He throws him into a hug and smiles, “It’s been a while!”

“It sure has, thanks for inviting me too.” Hoseok sheepishly smiles, surrounded by doctors and interns that he usually has no part with.

Yoongi adjusts his tie, mumbling underneath his breath, “If I’m going then you’re going.”

Hoseok chuckles at that and Namjoon checks his watch swiftly, altering his fellow doctors that they should be on their way out by now. With a nod, everyone leaves the apartment and Chaeyoung smiles fondly when Jimin doesn’t leave Yoongi’s side, constantly pestering him as the latter retorts that he’s annoying.

Her eyes suddenly widen, taking in the giant van parked outside.

“We’re all going in this?”

Namjoon hums, “We needed enough space for six people.”

Chaeyoung bits her lip, “Who’s driving though…?”

Jin smiles, “I am! No offense, but I don’t think we can trust Namjoon driving just yet.”

He hums, exchanging a look with Jin, “None taken. I rather we all get there in one piece.”

With that, the doors open and somehow everyone manages to squish inside. Jin takes the wheel as Yoongi sits next to him, directions on his phone already laid out when he begins to reverse out of the parking. Jimin and Chaeyoung take the middle seats along with Namjoon and Hoseok sharing the back, luckily being able to breathe with the sheer amount of people sitting in the car.

“Take a left.” Yoongi mutters, eyes focused on the dashboard with a frown, “Should I just leave it here?”

He gestures to his phone and Jin shakes his head right away, “It’ll fall down.”

As if on cue, Yoongi’s phone slips away from the dashboard and falls into his lap, causing Jin to burst out laughing.

Yoongi snorts, “Yeah, that wasn’t a good choice.”

“What happened? What happened?” Jimin butts his nose in right away, eagerly glancing between the two men but cramping up the space they have in the process even more.

“Yah! I need to drive, move back!” Jin exclaims, causing Jimin to whine. Chaeyoung reaches out, pulling him back to sit next to her so that the duo doesn’t feel so suffocated. Seeing Jimin pout, her eyes dart between him and a particular doctor sitting next to Jin, a soft smile on her features.

“Dr. Min.” He hums, eyes still glued to his phone, “Jimin was telling me you and Dr. L/N have been friends with him since college?”

Yoongi’s eyes perk up, his head turning around to see Jimin practically glowing with a huge smile and to her own surprise, he mimics it.

“What has he told you?”

“Just about how you all met during college and how your shoulder had gotten dislocated.”

“Ah, yeah.” Yoongi faintly touches his shoulder, as if he could still feel the throbbing pain from so long ago. He frowns at Jimin, a questioning glint in his eyes, “You didn’t tell her anything else?”

“I didn’t have time to!” Jimin throws his hands up in the air and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“How did you get hired again Dr. Park?” Jin inquires, eyes on the road but a sharp provoking tone in his voice.

“Well of course Namjoon saw my credentials and knew I was the best fit.” His eyes dart over to the head doctor, who’s engaged in deep conversation with Hoseok until his name is mentioned. He blinks innocently, eyes glancing around.

“What? Hiring Jimin?” He nods and Namjoon hums, “He was the first one and I think it was just the two of us for a while actually. Though I was quite surprised when I found out that he was friends with Yoongi.”

“Surprised?” Jin asks, “Why?”

“Because me and Namjoon have known each other since middle school.” Yoongi retorts, causing a bunch of wide eyes to look in his direction.

“WHAT?!” Jimin screeches and Yoongi smugly nods.

“I’ve known Namjoon way before any of you did.” He points at finger at him, “7 years. With this guy.”

“Woah woah woah!” Jin exclaims, wanting to turn around but focused in on driving, “How come we didn’t know about this Namjoon-ah?!”

Namjoon shrugs, “It never came up.”

“Anyone else here know each other beforehand, speak up now or forever hold your peace!” Jimin practically yells, but no one comes forth with any more revelations and he sighs in relief.

“So Jimin was hired and then you hired Yoongi because you knew him…?” Chaeyoung quietly questions but Namjoon shakes his head.

“I hired Jimin first and then he had introduced me to Y/N and Yoongi after a year. Bumping into Yoongi was just a coincidence but I was more than happy to add him onto the team.”

Jin blinks, “Wait, you and Jimin were in the hospital alone for a year?”

Namjoon hums, fondly smiling at Jimin, “Those were the days…”

“That must have been so lonely.” Chaeyoung remarks and Jimin’s about to speak up, but Yoongi beats him to it.

“They probably were. I don’t think either me or Y/N got a chance to sit down when we were first hired because this guy was jumping all around the place.”

Jin snorts and Chaeyoung giggles, while Jimin’s loud protests flooding the car, “I got you both jobs at my hospital!! Of course I would be happy!!”

“Don’t get me started on his ‘I am definitely professional phase’.” Yoongi ignores him, tenderly talking to Chaeyoung as he continues, “Came to work one day with his shirt tucked in and his hair dyed black declaring that he was going to get an intern when Y/N brought Jin to the hospital.”

Chaeyoung laughs and Jimin exasperatedly whines in the background.

“A very good decision indeed.” Jin retorts.

Hoseok pipes up with a smile, “I can second that.”

Jin smiles but then a thought crosses him, “What about Taehyung then? What was it like when he was first hired?” He frowns, lips pouting, “I can’t really remember…”

Yoongi and Jimin both go silent, staring at each other with wide eyes. Even Namjoon shuffles in his seat.

Jin quickly glances around, “What?”

“You want to take this one?” Yoongi side-eyes Namjoon, who lets out a rough cough. Hoseok glances at the two of them confused.

“Was it that bad?”

“Well….”

“It was horrible. Like someone set off the fire alarm and forgot to turn it off.” Yoongi cuts off Namjoon right away. Jimin sighs, a hand fisting through his locks.

“I’ve never seen Y/N that angry.” He points to himself, looking at Chaeyoung, “Not even at me.”

“It couldn’t have been that bad…” Excluding Hoseok, Chaeyoung and Jin, everyone immediately tenses up, “…right?”

“Trust me. You’ve seen them fight around a bit and then turn into lovebirds.” Yoongi starts and Jimin finishes, eyes still wide in horror.

“You haven’t seen them since day one.”

***

Loud footsteps thump against the ground, hands fisted with crumbled papers as a white coat whizzes by.

“Y/N~!” Jimin immediately finds you, racing over. You stop in front of Yoongi’s office, dumping the contents into his hands.

“Here. Look these over and then pass them on to your colleague.” You grit out, causing Yoongi to raise an eyebrow when you cross your arms.

“You want me to give them to him?”

You sarcastically laugh, snatching them up, “On second thought – I’ll go chuck them at his head.”

Yoongi grabs onto your arm, dragging you back as he plucks the papers out of your arms.

“I’ll do it. You stay here.”

“What’s going on?” Jimin innocently questions, wondering why on earth you appeared to be fuming so much.

The words are taken away from your mouth when the long strides enter the hallway, arms behind his back and that stupid frame of glasses perched on top of the bridge of his nose.

“That’s strange. The last hospital I was in usually filed in their paperwork on time and had the decency to greet their fellow doctors.” He sighs, a small smirk on his lips when he glances in your direction, “I guess having manners isn’t translated over to every workplace.”

Your eye twitches and before you can do anything, Yoongi holds you back and Jimin races over to your office, a man with black hair seated and working on some reports.

“Jin~” Jimin sweetly says, causing him to look up confused, “Do you have a minute?”

“I’m kind of busy, I was writing up th-WOAH!”

Jimin doesn’t even wait for a proper reply when he’s grabbing onto his hands, leading him back to the scene when your face seems a couple shades redder and Dr. Kim has a challenging stare heavily rooted in his eyes.

“Tell Dr. L/N you have a question and go.” Jimin quickly whispers to him. Jin frowns, darting his eyes around.

“What, why?”

“Just go.” Jimin whispers, this time harsher much to Jin’s surprise, before turning around with a huge smile on his features. “Dr. Kim~! How have you been on this fine morning?”

The doctor narrows his eyes, giving him a once over before turning his head to face you and Yoongi. Much to his own dismay, you’ve long left with your intern and there’s only Yoongi left, who stares at Dr. Kim with an equally annoyed expression.

“You’re new here, so you probably don’t know how things work,” Yoongi steps forward, “But we work as a team and treat each other as valuable members.”

“Including Y/N.” Jimin mumbles, standing next to Yoongi with a very uncertain look on his features. The doctor with the glasses simply chuckles, eyes darting between them.

“As long as I get paid at the end of the day, I frankly don’t care.” He smiles and turns, walking away from the doctors when one of them drops his jaw down.

“What the heck was that?!” Jimin exclaims, waving his arms up and down as he turns to Yoongi. He sighs, eyes concerned as the doctor’s backside slowly decreases until he disappears into his office.

“I don’t know…but I don’t like it. Namjoon’s made some interesting hiring decisions this time around.”

Jimin hums, Yoongi turning to him with serious eyes, “Keep an eye on him and Y/N. If he says anything to her, give him a piece of our mind.”

With one mutual exchange of their eyes, the doctors part ways.

***

Hoseok lowly whistles when the car’s gone silent and Chaeyoung’s expression has completely fallen.

“So if you didn’t drag me over in time, Y/N would have probably murdered Taehyung by then.”

“Pretty much.” Yoongi simply replies to Jin.

He frowns, “I guess I should have just trusted Jimin back then…”

“That’s right!!” Jimin yells from the back, causing Jin to sigh. Chaeyoung glances at the two curiously.

“What happened then?”

“More fighting. We broke it up a couple of times and I think Namjoon had to step in once.” Yoongi squints his eyes, looking over at him, “But he told them that they needed to accept each other to work together or something like that and Y/N freaked out.”

“Ooh right!” Jimin quickly retorts, “Y/N nearly quit at that point.”

“So Namjoon talked to her privately and convinced her to stay by just maintaining some distance. The same goes for Taehyung too.”

“It was so odd.” Namjoon chuckles, shaking his head and glancing at Chaeyoung’s wide eyes, “Together they were terrible but separately, they were so amazing at their jobs.”

There’s a collective hum that resonates through the car before it stops, the car coming to a pause and Jin whirling around suddenly in his seat.

“Finally! It’s so hard driving with you guys talking behind me so much!” He exclaims, “Also, we’re here by the way.”

“Speaking of the devils.” Yoongi smiles, staring out at the broad old brown building as everyone begins to pool out of the car. Suddenly a flashing black Mercedes-Benzes pulls up right behind them, abruptly coming to a stop. A young girl hurriedly steps out from the passenger seat, bright pink flowers laced into her hair and the ends of a long flowing salmon coloured dress bunched up into her hands.

“Sorry we’re late! There was a lot of traffic on the road!”

Jimin grins when the second car door opens up, a young man dressed in a black suit and a bouquet of roses held tightly in his arms stepping out, eyes trained on locking his car. Once he turns around though, the older individual is soon jumping on top of him.

“JUNGKOOKIEEEEEEE~”

Jungkook nearly drops the roses, but thankfully a wave of pink flashes by and catches them before they land onto the ground. He shoots her a relieved smile, being too occupied with the hazard of getting his doctor counterpart off of him.

Jin flicks Jimin’s forehead in dismay, causing him to release Jungkook with a pout. That’s when Jin moves closer to him, arms wide open as he takes a step forward.

“JK!”

“Jin!” Jungkook quickly envelopes his arms around him, turning to smile at Chaeyoung who kindly waves at him. Namjoon reaches over, patting him on the back as Yoongi gives him a content nod.

“Oh!” Jungkook gets too caught in the moment of reuniting that when he turns over to her, there’s a shy smile on his lips. Reaches his hand out, she instantly grabs onto it and he gestures for her to stand right by his side.

“You probably don’t know anyone here…”

“But we certainly know about you.” Chaeyoung warmly smiles, putting a friendly arm around her shoulders, “My name is Chaeyoung and I’m Jimin’s girlfriend.”

The girl’s eyes widen, “I’m Jin, Y/N’s old intern and now a doctor at the hospital. Me and Jungkook were hired together.”

She nods, blinking as if trying to grasp onto all the new information when Chaeyoung points over to the remaining members, “That’s Yoongi and Namjoon, they’re also doctors at the hospital.”

When her eyes land on Hoseok in confusion, he darts his hand out right away, “I’m Hoseok and I’m with Yoongi, but I’m not a doctor even though I’m friends with a lot of them.”

She takes his hand with a giggle, “I know how you feel.”

Jungkook’s eyes are beaming at the comfortable atmosphere and Jimin loops an arm around him.

“So~ you and Jungkook~~?”

Jungkook’s gaze timidly falls down to the ground but she smiles, nodding at his question, “I’m assuming all of you would know that we’re together.”

“What do you mean?”

She laughs, hand hovering over her mouth as her eyes lock onto Jungkook’s, “Well you did spy on us during our first couple of dates. “

Jimin’s jaw drops and Jungkook stifles back a laugh.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!”

“I told her Hyung,” Jungkook takes his arm off his shoulders, “and it wasn’t like any of you were being secretive about it.”

Jimin pouts at him, turning to her, “He’s so mean sometimes, isn’t he?”

Chaeyoung leans forward, “That’s because you can be a real handful at times.”

Everyone laughs at that, Jin’s loud laughter overruling them when Jimin places a heart on his hand like he’s been betrayed.

“CHAE!!”

She shrugs, causing Jungkook and his girlfriend to smile when she sends them a fond look. As Chaeyoung consoles a whining Jimin, Namjoon turns to all of them with his eyes glued to his watch.

“We have to head inside now!” The group breaks up and begins to shuffle over to the building. Upon arrival, there’s a hoard of people residing inside, loud chattering echoing as some move to get themselves seated while others hold drinks and converse with each other. An array of rose pink and lilac flowers are positioned at the front of the milky carpet, several white chairs surrounding the guests.

“Wow.” Jungkook whispers, doe eyes only growing wider the more he takes in the scenery.

“They really outdid themselves!” Jin exclaims, vision straying over to the buffet tables.

As Yoongi hums, the man next to him bursts out in sobs.

“IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!” Chaeyoung pats him on the shoulder, his cries increasing by the second. The girl that has her arm wrapped around Jungkook’s frowns, leaning closer to him in a low whisper.

“Is he always like this?”

Jungkook hums, “You eventually get used to it.”

“To think this day has finally come.” Namjoon chuckles, glancing at Jimin and Yoongi, “We probably couldn’t have predicted this.”

Yoongi smirks, “I kind of did.”

“But I didn’t!” Jimin starts wailing loudly, drawing nearby onlookers to him. His wails only increase, causing Yoongi to grimace and Jin to roll his eyes. Jungkook covers his ears and then opts out to covering his girlfriend’s ears, who can only look at his mentor with more and more bizarre confusion.

There’s suddenly a tug of the curtains behind them, unraveling rapidly when Jimin pipes down and everyone turns around in confusion. A blur of white passes by, standing right before the man with her hands on her hips.

“Should I even be proud I knew that was Jimin?” You sarcastically retort, but suddenly there’s gasps flooding the room, all eyes on you.

“Y/N!!” Jimin yells, running up to you with sparkles in his. He quickly engulfs you into a hug, causing a bundle of laughs to cascade out.

“Good to see you guys finally made it.”

“We wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Chaeyoung warmly smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder as you beam.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” Namjoon remarks, causing a sincere smile to spread onto your features.

“She does.”

Everyone turns to face the young man that walks up next to your side, a black suit and tie adorned instead of his white coat. His brown hair is parted to the side, a large pair of dark shades resting on his nose.

He encircles your waist with his arm, “After all, she is getting married to me.”

You exhale playfully, “I guess it’s too early to back out now.”

He leans closer to your ear, lowly whispering.

“If you do, I’ll just have to run and catch you again.”

As your roll your eyes, there’s a loud squeal that erupts from the corner. You look up to see Jungkook’s girlfriend hurriedly covering her mouth with her hands, wide eyes bouncing between the two of you.

“Sorry!” She quickly says, hands fidgeting as Jungkook stifles a laugh right next to her. A sweet smile tugs on your lips.

“Wait a minute!” Jin suddenly shouts, eyeing the two of you down before he points to Taehyung, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to see the bride during the wedding?”

You let out a low sigh, already well prepared for what Taehyung was going to say.

He taps the frame of his sunglasses, “Technically I currently can’t see her.”

“Oh pshhh.” Jimin retorts, “I bet you can see Y/N and you’re just trying to hog her all to yourself.”

Taehyung smirks, “Well I can’t say that last one isn’t true.”

Before Jungkook’s girlfriend can have a heart attack from the display, it’s announced that the preparations are complete and that the groom take his place at the front. Taehyung swoops in to plant a quick kiss on your cheek before walking away, relief crossing his features when he can finally yank the giant pair of sunglasses off his face and into some discarded corner.

Soon everyone begins to take their individuals places – Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, Chaeyoung, Jungkook and his girlfriend sit right in the front row among all the guests, which includes a mix of Taehyung’s and your own distant relatives. Your aunt decides to take the seat next to Namjoon, eyes watching you with a tender smile when you loop your arm around Jimin’s.

He cheekily grins, “Shall we?”

With a playful smile, you nod. The faint tune is played in the background, a bouquet tightly clutched within your hands. There are rows and rows of eyes glued to you as your dress glides against the silky carpet, but your breath is immediately stolen when your eyes come into contact with Taehyung’s – whose eyes are as widest as you ever seen them.

He’s seen you in white before, working hurriedly by his side as the long hours churned out, hair falling delicately on the side of your face when you’re assisting patients or writing up reports.

But he’s yet to have the opportunity to see you like this – adorned in the pure colour with a ray of joy circling around you, ready to become his and his only until the inevitable end.

It’s everything he’s ever wished for and when you pause right in front of him, glancing at Jimin with a tender smile that he shares before turning to him, expectant yet nervous eyes finding his right away, he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

The man on your side begins to sprout out the words that will forever bind you together and the entire time, your eyes stay with Taehyung’s. You wonder if it’s because he’s not wearing his glasses, or how he looks so extremely dashing in his suit, or maybe how his eyes are looking at you as if you were some type of goddess that had just descended down. Either way you can see it and feel it, how everything that has lead up to this one moment flashes before your eyes, how through all the ups and downs, you knew at the end of the day, you’ll be holding his hand with yours.

You can hear the faint giggles of a boy and a girl underneath a mountain of cheery blossoms, you can hear the sobs of a girl parting away from her friend, leaving him behind for what felt like the last time. You can then hear the angry footsteps echoing against the white walls, you can hear the sharp arguments ensuring and you can hear the pure resentment, the pure hatred darkly clouding the air.

And now all you can hear is a voice mumbling that he can kiss you, the same boy that had caused so much joy for you and the same man that had caused so much trouble for you, the same person whose grasping onto your hand like he never wants to let it go, looking at you like you’re his entire world.

When he leans in, so do you, not hearing the loud rapturous sounds of cheers behind you, not hearing the whistles coming from a certain section that contains your shared friends. You don’t hear anything until Taehyung parts from you, close enough to whisper words that have you turning utterly red.

“You’re mine now.” When he catches sight of you blushing, he leans in to kiss you again and you can hear someone gasp, falling into the arms of her boyfriend from the sight.

“So possessive.” You mumble, but you rest your head against his chest as he gently holds you, a radiating smile that doesn’t seem to be disappearing from you anytime soon.

From a distance away, a pair of eyes warmly watches the two of you adoringly, recalling the time he had stumbled into a lecture hall and decided to sit next to you. His memories remember the faint laughter of three kids, leaving the rigorous hours of studying and rushing into the world of adulthood, one of them now making her way to her own path of happiness.

When a lone tear escapes and rolls down his cheek, Chaeyoung reaches out and gently swipes it away, causing him to faintly smile at her when she gives him a knowing look.

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jamiatt · 4 years

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morgandria · 4 years

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Moon Musings

I am on day #!^* of One Of -Those- Migraines (thanks, March), so while I’m sitting here trying not to be miserable, you’re getting some moon stuff. I have a pile of random thoughts that are trying to coalesce themselves into a coherent lunar-focused project in the future, so the moon has been on my mind. In many ways, I miss the moon. I live on a street corner in town where two separate lights shine directly on my yard, and since they installed new LED lights there's no such thing as darkness at night. Even my backyard, which would be in the shadow of the house normally, is lit since the LEDs spill farther and brighter now, and my neighbours keep their back porch light on all the time. We won't even talk about the fact that out of the last 16 months, I think we had full cloud cover for about 14 of them. That's the reality.

So this is more of the woo side. This is UPG, 100%. I often don’t use traditional names for the different Full Moons - some of them don’t resonate, so I do what works for me. Secondly, my personal lunar lore behind the names I do use is all mashed up with a whole lot of synesthesia, and some personal experiences. So...if any of this works for you or entertains you, cool. If not? No worries. Do your thing, and I’ll do mine. I also live in Ontario, and always have, so my experiences and practices are absolutely rooted here. Weather patterns and seasons won't work the same elsewhere, so you need to work with what you've got.

January: Wolf Moon

I do use a traditional name for this moon, but only because I used to go howling with the wolves in the back 40 when I was a teenager. I used to be able to take long white walks in the fields when they were all lit up, and were fortunate to have some lupine neighbours. I love the sharpness of the night sky, and finding moments of silence and stillness. More practically these days I bundle up at home away from the ice and the cold and enjoy a good cup of tea when I can. The vibration of this moon's energy always seems to bring me insomnia, though. The colours I associate with January’s moon are white, silver, red, and a deep amethyst. Other things, more randomly: birch trees, the sound of cracking ice, the hissing of river reeds in the wind.

February: Storm Moon

There’s a tempestuous feel to February’s moon for me. It’s usually the month we get intensely cold. January is often a icy, thaw/freeze mess, but February always feels like the time when Winter decides it’s time to really throw its’ weight around with some serious storms. The feel of this moon’s energy is sinuous for me, sliding around and into everything, but also fierce. There’s something profoundly cleansing about letting a sharp winter wind pierce through to your bones and strip away all the gunk cluttering up your energy. My colours for this moon are grey and deep blues, like Prussian blue or steel blue. Other things: labradorite, blue tiger’s eye, and the smell of wintergreen,

March: Crow Moon

This is the moon when my crows come back to my neighbourhood. They usually move out around the start of December, and I start to see and hear them again around the start of March. Nothing about March in Ontario is spring-like: it’s either a solid mass of ice coating everything, or faded grey-brown and thick with mud. Ugh. I actually used to camp on March break as a teenager, but inevitably it ended up with a dozen frozen teenagers in a friend's kitchen having an impromptu Sunday breakfast while I woke up and wondered where everyone'd gone. (Stir-crazy kids in the sticks with nothing to do for a week do silly things.) Nowadays, I’d rather look up at the skies than down at the earth during this moon, and I choose to focus on my corvid friends because they make me happy. Crow Moon is somehow all aquas and peacock blues in colour, and mare’s tails in impossible blue skies, and the world smells once again of fresh, clean Earth, when the ice lets it through.

April: Seed Moon

Maybe the moon where (people who are better gardeners than me) start to get their seeds in the ground. I live in a snow belt, so I don't trust myself to plant anything until May. It's still not super warm, or even remotely dry, but there starts to be hints of things like warmer sun and breezes around the edges. Later in the month you get those days where pollen and snow can fly at the same time. There's no leaves yet, but you can see the buds getting fatter. I think of it as a "restful" time during the year, before summer gets really busy with family and friends. If we're having a good Spring I might get a day or two where I can actually get outside and tidy the yard some. I associate Seed Moon with the colours of soft buttery yellow and pale peridot green, which starts to invade around the rust-brown-green background. It's a citrine month, and also one where those little blue flowers come up in people's lawns.

May: Hare Moon

We don't have hares here. I wish we did - I used to see snowshoe hares in the country when I was wee - but I have rabbits, at least. And yet, this is not "Rabbit Moon". A hare is a different beast from a rabbit entirely. They have a fierce wildness that our Eastern Cottontails do not. And for me, the moon of May, the month of Beltane and the nuptials of the Lord and Lady, have a fierce, wild joy as the world finally explodes with warmth and light and leaves and flowers. I don't ever really trust winter is gone until mid-May. Hare Moon is emerald and violet and velvet, the shadow of leaves and sweet intoxicating aromas. There's something tactile about it - you want to run your hands through it, let it brush past you and run its' fingers through your hair.

June: Mead Moon

I sometimes also call this the Honey Moon. It is the sweetest time of the summer for me, before it's mind-meltingly hot. You get those gorgeous days that are still draped in gentle grey veils of rain on the growing, swaying green fields, and the flowers are growing tall and tangled - honeysuckle, clover, alfalfa and St. John's Wort. There are bees -everywhere-, and the very first of the summer fruits are coming ripe and I spend eight months of the year absolutely dying for the four when we get local, seasonal fruit. It's an idyll, before I'm completely sunbaked and dried out in the heat. Mead Moon is all sky blue and honey gold, saffron and ultramarine. It's warm sand and cold lakes, the smell of hay drying in the fields, and long drives down country roads to escape the concrete of town.

July: Satyr Moon

This month's moon is probably the time when folks in these parts get up to the most outdoor activity. I associate it most with a kind of revelry and hedonism - hence the 'satyr'. We get people taking their vacations, heading to the cottage, the campsite, and having their reunions and parties. Concerts, fairs, festivals...we have a lot to cram into a short time. The lilies in my yard finally have bloomed their brilliant orange, by the start of the month, and July is one long stretch of pure jewel-like greens, under bleached blue skies. This is the other month, like April, where everything feels like it's just poised, waiting to explode with the brisk business of harvest. For me, this moon is natural life in its' prime, and despite my dislike of intense heat and humidity I try to remind myself to enjoy it where and how I can. Satyr Moon is an endless mosaic of greens, a heady musky smell of wood and water, cedar and leaf, shadows and firelight dancing, and distant music everywhere.

August: Barley Moon

This moon is the first harvest moon, here, when the wheat is finally harvested and all that dust in the air makes it ripe and golden and warm. Haying season will sometimes give the moon a bit of a gold tint earlier on, but not those deep amber rises I adore in August. I am an August Virgo, and I adore the Barley Moon - I mean, I quite literally worship wheat. All the first fruits of harvest are peaking, there's SO much goodness in the fields, and yet I can feel summer slowing down, and gradually waning to a bronze-green glowing that I absolutely adore. The nature of daylight changes, subtly, and I try to catch onto every sunset and fix it into my brain, to save it for those white winter days when we haven't seen even the notion of sun for weeks. When we slide from the scorch of the dog days into long, gloaming evenings and cooler nights and the hints of colour on the leaves at the end of the month - heaven. Barley Moon is wheaten and speckled browns, endless golds, blackberry and peach, the smell of dry grass and fresh corn. It's countless toasted tomato sandwiches, far too much zucchini, and penetrating spears of bronze light through the trees as the sun slides away to let the fat amber moon rise up.

September: Harvest Moon

There's no stopping harvest. This moon is when -everything- comes down, and you have no choice but to get your ass moving. You try to get as much of it off the vine while it's best. I get very hobbity when Harvest comes, and I want to be living a simple life. I start to miss home, and rural life, and my family, a lot. It feels different than my youth, and it's...wrong now, somehow. These days it's more like Second July - it rarely cools off below 20°C., it's often stupidly humid, and can be much, much warmer. Our changing climate makes it feel like a month of dragging what I dislike most about Summer out, and it just feels unnatural. Add into that everyone still running around trying to pretend like Summer isn't ending, and I do not like it much for that reason. September always ends up cluttered and rushed, just too much going on in our lives for various reasons. I wish I appreciated it more, but I don't. But there are moments: the deepening indigo of September twilights, the movement of the birds (both those ready to move on and those snatching up all the food they can before the cold comes), the exuberance of goldenrod and Queen Anne's lace and asters. Harvest Moon is indigo and wine-red, the sweetness of a frost-touched grape, the musk of a yeast-laden apple's skin, and the first cries of the migrating geese.

October: Hunter's Moon

Hunter's Moon has two sides. From the start of October, until Thanksgiving, is gorgeous, brilliant leaves and bright crisp skies. It's deep blue waters reflecting streaks of smoke and high cloud. Any time after that, it can snow. It certainly will get wet and windy, at the very least. And then everything is grey, torrents of wine-dark leaves all with that sugar-sweet rot as they lie where they fall intertwined with the smell of the cold and everyone's woodstoves firing up. I cannot tell you how much this season refills my spirit. It's always been a hunter's moon for me. Various hunting seasons start (turkey, duck, deer, then into moose later in the fall), and I have many fond memories of delicious game meat meals with family well into the spring. It was a vital part of life, and always done with respect and thanks. Hunter's Moon is grey on grey, the edges of smokey obsidian and crimson-carnelian-red. It is antler and bone and slow-burning hardwood, the hissing of the corn stalks drying in the darkening fields.

November: Snow Moon

You'll see Snow Moons all over the winter calender, depending on where you live. For me, winter starts at Samhain, and it is inevitable that we have snow here very close to that date (whether before or after). It was true living on the Rideau, and it's still true over here in the Central Ontario snowbelts off Georgian Bay. November's is another two-sided moon: there's the gold, and the grey, The gold is of a clear day's sun through the last of the golden maple leaves clinging to the branches is clarion, of wetland reeds and cow corn still standing in the now-frosty fields. The grey comes softer than October, creeping softly across lawns and windows and the brown leaves curling on the ground, and as drifting veils of snow blowing in to cover the land in its' first lingering solid coats of white. I love the world's withdrawal into silence - I too, withdraw into myself and listen to inner voices. Snow Moon is white and silver (but also pearl grey and ash and brown) and the nights are long, powdery indigo, mounted by silent owl wings, iolite eyes set in silver frames.

December: Oak Moon

This last moon is curious for me, in that I do not know precisely why I continue to use this name. I like it - it has many associations for me in my Craft - but I guess I haven't thought much about it. Many oak trees do keep some or all of their rich tannin-brown leathery leaves through winter, though, and I do enjoy their song (along with the remnants of the leaves on our ash trees) in the wind... but that's not it. Neither is the whole Oak King/Holly King construct, which I don't really engage with. I have a strong connection with a particular energy, that of an aged, Green Man sage-type spirit that comes with this moon, so perhaps that's part of it as well. I suspect it will always be a bit of a Mystery, which I'm ok with. December's night skies seem curiously leeched of their blue hues, as the nights grow longer, a velvety black glittering blanket. Oak Moon comes dressed in the deep, rich colours of the Earth element - glossy evergreens, rich brown, deepest black, and is redolent of pine and cedar, and the flash of cardinals and blue jays at the bird feeder.

I don't know if any of that is useful, entertaining, or even intelligible. I hope at the very least, it prompts you to think about how you interact with the moons of the year, and the seasons, and how you perceive the world around you.

#lunar calendar #full moons #UPG #witchcraft #musings #personal #seasons #Ontario #i miss living in the country

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Heat in the rain pt. 3: One of those job things.

(Oof, we’re getting into the fluff now! Also, slightly unrelated but: I have a headcanon that the twins drink an absurd amount of coffee, that’s all - Hope you enjoy it! xxx)

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

Description: Reader decides they should get “one of those job things” (points if you get the reference- well I did use the gif so it shouldn’t be hard lol), and heads out, while she’s gone Fred urges George to confess his feelings.

Warnings: None, just a load of fluff

Word count: 2257

It was ten-thirty am on Sunday when the twins shuffled out of George’s bedroom looking tired. You were already sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea while reading a newspaper, before you sat a stack of three other newspapers, all open on the same pages,

“Morning,” Fred yawned, scratching his hair lazily, he beelined for the fridge whilst George headed for the kettle, making himself a cup of coffee. He took a sip and sat down beside you,

“What are you up to?” He asked, his voice gravely and sleepy, he rubbed his eyes as he squinted at the pages,

“Are those job articles?” He asked, scooting closer to you, you smiled at him,

“I figured I should get a job as well, make some money, get back on my feet” You took a sip of your tea, Fred pulled out his wand and behind him, eggs started cracking themselves into the heated pan on the stove, some potatoes leftover from yesterday were being chopped by an enchanted knife and bacon was separating itself from the pack and placing itself delicately onto the pan as well, popping and sizzling with the eggs,

“You know, Y/n, if you wanted a job, you could just ask us,” Fred said, pouring himself some coffee as well, “Yeah we’d be happy to let you help out with the shop,” George added, eyes glancing up from the newspaper he’d stolen from your pile,

“That’s sweet, guys but I couldn’t work for you, I’m already living with you for free,” You said, “It wouldn’t be fair be take from your pay as well,” You pulled the newspaper a little closer to you,

“besides,” You pointed to the newspapers, “There are some pretty good jobs out there, I think,”

Fred walked over beside you, looking over the black and white pages,

“Like what? window cleaning?” Fred asked, grinning, “or dog walking?” he broke into a laugh,

“Well, I wasn’t gonna pick those,” You said, slapping Fred gently on the arm,

“Madam Malkin’s is hiring,” George said, pointing to an article in the newspaper he was reading, “That might not be too bad,” He added, grabbing a pen you circled it,

“Thanks, George,” You said, giving him a smile, “You’re welcome,” He answered, sipping his coffee, “But if everything fails you better apply at the shop,”

“Or just apply now, you know we’ll hire you immediately,” Fred said, scooping some eggs and bacon onto a plate, “Out of the question!” you said, downing the last sip of your tea and standing up, “But I have to head out now, I have to write a killer resumé without mentioning that I have zero experience,” you explained as you headed towards the door, collecting your jacket, George stared at you tying your shoes,

“And you can’t do that here because?” He said, drawing out the last word, you beamed up at him slightly mischievously, he didn’t let it show, but something inside his chest squirmed when you looked at him like that, “Because,” You said, mimicking the way he’d said it, “you two won’t be working today, which means you’ll be here,” You tied a scarf around your neck as the two twins stared at you, still not getting the point by the look of their faces, “and I have learned from years of trying to study with you two that you can’t be quiet for more than five minutes, so: I’m going to a more quiet place,” finally, you grabbed your bag.

Fred frowned a little, then said, “Fair point,” smirking behind his coffee cup.

“What about breakfast?” George asked,

“I’ve already eaten, I was up at 7,” You said, causing them both to gawk at you like you’d grown a second head,

“Okay,” Said Fred, swirling the coffee around in his cup with a frown, looking like he was trying to solve a riddle, “Why?” He then asked, looking up at you,

“Believe it or not, Freddie, some of us like to get up before noon,”

“Us meaning you and all the roosters in England, I suppose,” Fred laughed, George joining in,

Chuckling a little as well, you opened the door,

“Enjoy your Sunday!” You yelled behind you as you stepped out onto the stairs.

***

Walking down Diagon Alley, you glanced at the storefronts as you passed them by, taking in the fresh winter air. It was a busy scene, which wasn’t unusual, however with Christmas coming, it was even more crowded than usual. You walked for a while, trying to find somewhere that would be quiet enough for you to work out your essay, you’d figured a library at first, but you didn’t feel like walking all that far, you stopped in front of a small café, looking through the windows, something about the warm lights, plants and the various other small trinkets drew you in.

Stepping inside you sighed quietly as you were taken out of the cold and instead stood in the warm, coffee-filled, air. A woman behind the counter greeted you, then moved on to make someone else’s drink, you eyed the menu hanging on the wall for a bit, then something caught your eye, a small note was stood on the counter,

“Looking for baristas to work Wednesday-Sunday,

if interested, please ask after Beatrice.”

“Can I help you?” The woman behind the counter said, you glanced at her name tag and saw that she was the Beatrice mentioned on the note,

“Uhm yeah, I’m looking for a job and I was wondering if you’re still hiring?” The words slipped out of your mouth almost automatically, Beatrice’s lips split into a warm smile,

“Sure, when can you start?” She asked you blinked,

“Erh, don’t you have to interview me first?” You asked, Beatrice, grinned even wider, “I probably should but truth be told I hate job interviews, too formal,” She explained, “How do you like your coffee?” She asked. You took a moment to think, this was all happening very fast, however, Beatrice had that kind of warm, welcoming energy about her, so you decided to go along with it,

“Uhm, can you make me a flat white, please?” you said the first thing your eyes saw on the menu, your voice still slightly timid, “Sure thing,” Beatrice said, beginning to scoop some coffee powder into a small cup, you noticed how she didn’t use magic to prepare the coffee, she looked up at you and seemed to notice your slightly questioning look,

“My mother was a muggle, she owned a coffee shop too,” Beatrice pulled what looked like a small lever, “-and even after she married my dad she swore that coffee tasted better when it was made by hand, even if magic is faster,” She explained, a look of fondness in her brown eyes, “And I have to say that I agree,” She chuckled a little, pouring some milk into the cup and handing it to you, “There you go, now let’s go over there and we can talk a little, not an interview though, just a conversation,” She said, chuckling again at the last bit, you smiled as you followed her to a comfortable corner of the café.

***

In the shop, the twins were in the very back of their store, having been bored upstairs, so now, they were stacking boxes onto shelves and unboxing others, placing their content onto a small cart, meant for restocking the shelves in the storefront,

“So,” Fred said, opening a box,

“So?” George said, stacking a few boxes on Wonder Witch onto the cart,

“Are you gonna tell her how you feel soon?” Fred asked frankly, George paused, put down the boxes and spun around meeting his brother’s grinning face, “What do you mean?” George said. He knew exactly what Fred meant.

“C’mon Georgie, you’re not still pretending that you don’t love her, are you?”

“I never pretended anything,” George said, sulking a little,

“Oh sure,” Said Fred, a smirk growing on his face as he turned around and opened another box, “And you two never left the yule ball early to snog in the common room either,” He said, the immediate silence from his twin told Fred that he’d struck gold,

“How do you know about that?” George’s voice asked Fred, who still had his back turned to him, Fred strained not to laugh,

“I have my sources,” Fred said mysteriously, still stifling a laugh, George went back to the pink boxes, then regretted doing so. He knew damn well that those products were inspired by you, as you’d given them the idea for it at breakfast one morning, he remembered clearly how he and Fred had been exhausted from trying to come up with new ideas, and for the first time in a long time, with little luck, he still remembered how his stomach had done a somersault when your e/c eyes met his and asked,

“Why don’t you try and make something for girls? like, colour changing mascara or something?” You hadn’t been trying to look pretty when you’d said it, mouth half-full of toast, but to George, you’d looked so gorgeous as you sat there, bathed in the morning light, streaming in through the big windows in the Great hall, he’d had to stop himself from leaning over the table and pressing lips to yours,

“I don’t think she feels that way about me,” George heard himself say, his eyes still fixed on the boxes,

“If she didn’t then why did she agree to ditch her actual date to the ball, sneaking off to snog you?” Fred asked, glancing at his brother, who still seemed fixated on the boxes, Fred came to a halt as well and turned to face his brother again,

“George, I’m pretty sure there’s a reason she came here, and I’m pretty sure that reason revolves around you,” Fred said in an unusually quiet manner, “The worst that can happen is that she says she doesn’t like you in that way, and even then, she’ll still be your friend,”

“We don’t know that” Said George hopelessly, Fred took a step towards him,

“We do know that, George, otherwise she wouldn’t be here in the first place,” Fred clasped a hand onto George’s shoulder, “You just have to buck up some courage and grow a pair,” He said, George looked at him, looking a little too beaten down for Fred’s taste, “And then what?” He asked quietly, causing Fred to laugh, “Tell her, mate.”

***

Exiting the café you felt positively euphoric, Beatrice turned out to be the nicest, calmest and most charming person you could have ever imagined as a boss, during your talk she’d introduced herself as a single mother of a young son, who was starting pre-school soon, hence why she needed some extra hands, who loved everything coffee related, though her secret obsession was baking, she’d laughed when she’d told you how much time she spent watching muggle baking shows, besides owning the shop, she’d always wanted to go on a tour of France, visiting various hotspots for cuisine and wine. When it had been your turn to speak, you’d told her everything, feeling safe in the little nook of the coffee shop amongst pillows, blankets and flowers, she hadn’t spoken when you’d told her about your whole situation with the war and your parents, she’d simply put a warm, soft hand on top of your own as a tear slipped down your face. All in all: She’d proven to be a fantastic person. You were pretty sure, as you turned a corner, heading towards the twins’ shop, that meeting her and getting the job there was the universe trying to make up for the many misfortunes that had hit you in the past half-year.

Walking into the flat you were met by George, who seemed to be doing some of the accounting work that came with owning the shop, he glanced up at you and gave you smile,

“How was writing?” He asked as you shrugged off your coat, “Well, not that great, since I didn’t write a resumé at all, however,” You said, walking up to him, “I got a job instead!” You announced, beaming at the redhead who looked at you with raised eyebrows, “Really? that’s amazing!” He said, standing up to hug you, “I know! I start on Tuesday,” You said, wrapping your arms around George.

There was something different about the way he hugged you, you thought, it was… slower? softer? You couldn’t really name it, but something in the way he held onto you so gingerly compared to the way he used to hug you (which you’d once described as trying to hug a bludger coming at you with full speed, same went for Fred) however he also kept his arms wrapped around you for way longer than he’d ever held onto you, well safe for one time, you blushed as you remembered suddenly all too well how the yule ball had played out for you, the feeling of George’s lips pressed against your own, his hand steadily placed on your waist, the other on your face, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb - It all came to you as he held you, his head resting on top of your own, you felt your cheeks burning. You didn’t say anything.

What you didn’t know was that George’s mind was also racing, fleeting memories of you smiling at him, quickly touching his hands and arms to get his attention in class, hugging him tightly after winning a quidditch match, the way your hair looked in the sunlight as you came running onto the pitch to congratulate him and, of course, you kissing him in front of the fireplace in the common room, the feeling of your soft lips engulfing him, making him lose all sense of time and space.

Fred was right, George thought, all he had to do was tell you.

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RocketBook Flip - a rare review and it’s not a game!

Before I go any further, I feel I must point out that I don’t have any financial connection to RocketBook whatsoever – this isn’t a piece that was requested or courted by RocketBook or affiliates and I’m not receiving any reward or sponsorship either in product or direct payment for this article. I just like the damn thing and love it when an innovative piece of tech (in this case quite low key) just works. Hi I’m Paul, and I have a bit of a problem with notebooks – A4 lined, sketch, reporters, Black & Reds (ohhhh the sheer number of B&Rs), goofy ones, serious work ones, battered ones, pristine ‘for best only’ ones – and they all fill at an alarming rate. I make notes on everything. Working as a sound engineer and designer, there’s always mix notes, soundscape plots, ideas, VO notes and scripts, SFX ideas etc etc. At home it’s a very different story – it’s much worse. Game notes; blog notes; hurriedly scribbled quiz questions spurred by watching another episode of Mental Floss’ 500 facts about cheese; RPG notes and story ideas; my own script writing; world building; sketches; other creative ideas; song/music notes and ideas; and that’s before we get to to-do lists; and the dreaded ‘things I must remember’. So my journal life is many, varied and plenty. The usual issue is… ‘what frakking journal did I put that amazing idea in????’, and that’s way before we get to the utter horror that is possibly losing a whole journal or forgetting to bring one home from work. I’m 53, I forget more than I recall, and journals help bring some semblance of order to a massively chaotic and fertile brain. What I’ve needed for a long time is some way of organising all this info or centralising it in some way. Sure I’ve looked at apps – I used Things, Evernote, Notes, and One Note for years, and they are really, really good, but they relied on either having a charged device exactly when I need it (yeah – me too) or net access, which for a new-ish theatre, is surprisingly a bit of an issue at work. And the most important part – I actually enjoy the physical act of handwriting long-hand. I still write actual physical letters to people, it’s adorable and a bit creepy in this age, but I call it charming and leave it at that. Handwriting, for me, allows me time to think and process in a way that typing just doesn’t. Handwriting is slower, I rarely cross anything out, and so I always have the whole of the thought. So what I’ve ideally wanted for years, was a reliable way of organising all my notes and storing them electronically so I have access even without the actual journal, with OCR so they’re editable, and still being a tactile handwritten experience. I’m naturally a sceptic (I actually subscribe to Fortean Times – yeah – I card carry!) and so online ads and particularly FaceAche ads are a field day for critical thinking triggers. I don’t think I’ve ever received from Wish, exactly what I ordered from Wish. And so when an ad from RocketBook constantly kept popping up on my timeline a few weeks ago, I was naturally “it’ll never work” But their website looked legit enough – they had a dedicated UK shop, it was relatively steep to buy in but not so wild that if it didn’t work I wouldn’t be crying too much about the money wasted, and at the end of the day it was a 10th the price of a ReMarkable 2 which is actually what I thought would solve my problem. I’m furloughed at the mo and though I could argue the case for £300+ notebook (test me, I could), I just couldn’t justify it now. And RocketBook had a good summer intro offer. I ordered on the Wednesday, and the impressively glitzy and graphic-design-playbook poly package was dropped on my doorstep just 2 days later by my cheery postie who yelled up the drive “Package for ya, looks very exciting!!!!” I like that our postal service is still invested in the hopes and dreams of their customers. It was exciting. All the instructions for getting started with my new Teal RocketBook A4 Flip were right there before you even open it. The main body houses the pad and a cleaning cloth, and a clever little side pocket houses the supplied Pilot Frixion pen.

RocketBooks come in several models, all configured slightly differently. I have the Flip which is a top spiral-bound softback pad with 21 double sided ‘pages’ giving 42 pages in total. The Flip has lined paper one side, and dot paper on the reverse (great for D&D maps, impromptu tables, mixer channel plots etc)

DELIVERY & FIRST IMPRESSIONS The pads are nicely made, with sturdy covers (available in some really nice colours too) and a solid, thick plastic ring binding. Initially, The RocketBook does feel a bit odd. Its ‘pages’ are actually a synthetic polyester blend and feel quite shiny to the touch. The sort of surface you just instantly feel is not going to be great for ink! Each page is edge-to-edge lined or dotted with a heavy black border. At the bottom is a prominent QR code used for scanning and some very feint icons. These 7 icons are the key to the ease of use of the RocketBook series. But more later.

THE APP

The pads work with a companion app, that is absolutely free and available for Apple & Android. In fact, RB even do downloadable printable pages so you can try the whole system absolutely free before you buy – I didn’t, I just bought one, y’know. The app allows you to set up your destination locations, your preferences and does the actual scanning. Just one quick note, I have the app on both my phone and iPad and had to set-up the app the same for both, there appears to be no way of swapping preference settings between devices, though I can see why this may be intentional.

Currently, the RocketBook allows you to choose from the following locations to send files to: GoogleDrive, box, EverNote, DropBox, slack, OneNote, iCloud, OneDrive as well as simply to an email (or multiple) addresses and iMessage. Impressively, these are not fixed either, so you could choose your 7 destinations to be 7 email addresses of team members. These 7 locations are the icons at the bottom of each page. To select a destination for your file, you just make a mark in that icon box (tick, circle, something unsavoury) and that page will be sent to whichever you select. This makes the system very flexible indeed as not every page is necessarily sent to every destination. You always decide every time you fill a page. Change your mind on a second revision? No problem, add or change icons at any time and re-upload.

There’s a really handy table on the inside front cover for you to note what icon sends what where. This is also wipeable, so can be changed anytime.

I have mine set by default to:

Rocket > main email address (either as PDF, JPG, OCR embedded or as separate txt file)

Diamond > GoogleDrive (you can specify exactly what folder too)

Apple > iMessage

Bell > OneNote

That actually still leaves me 3 spare: shamrock; star; and horseshoe.

The app took me maybe 20mins to set-up, that included decision time for destinations and setting up a few target folders. It also included a few ‘test firings’. I didn’t get everything right first time and a few things didn’t send, but crucially, a tiny bit of digging revealed very simple troubleshooting (including the aforementioned issue with no sync’ing of phone and iPad), and all in I was finding the files in all the right destinations within about 30 mins. The website, FAQs and community are immensely helpful with any other issues as well. I had a tiny issue with OneNote seeming to take ages to sync, but I think that’s an issue with my OneNote settings, everything else was almost instantaneous. You can also handily set the app to auto-send as soon as it scans, or allow for manual review.

CLEAN UP ON AISLE ROCKETPAD The main reason I wanted to look at the RocketBook was the issue of reusability. My journal shenanigans are by no means the biggest ecological disaster on the planet, but if we are to believe Tesco (who probably issue as many receipts at our local Tesco Express in a day as journals I’ve ever used), every little helps. If I could find an ecologically better solution, I should at least take a look. The RocketPads work by partnering with Pilot pens called Frixion. The really clever bit is RB’s paper technology and how it works with the Frixion ink. At present, the pads only work with the Frixion pens – except the RB Colour which works with Crayola’s dry-erase crayons. When you write on the ‘paper’ with a Frixion pen, it remains wet for a few seconds and then dries pretty quickly. There’s no smudging whatsoever in transit, which is pretty cool. From then on, it may as well be permanent, until you have transmitted your page and decide you don’t want the text anymore. To wipe the page clean, you can dampen the supplied cloth and just wipe the surface clean, it’s weird but it works! But then damp cloth in your bag? So I use kitchen roll to dampen, then wipe dry with theirs. Others even have an adorably kitsch spray bottle in their kit. RB reckon if you are not going to use the pad for a few months, to clean the pages as the ink can get trickier to shift after a long time, but for day-to-day use, I’ve tried writing and wiping well over 20x and the page hasn’t become discoloured or tarnished at all. The only pad different in the range is the Wave which cleans by microwaving! Do NOT do this with any of the others, bad things will happen. The ink doesn’t take scrubbing or any time to come up, I clean my pages in about 10-15s. The page can feel a little tacky when it’s damp, but leave a minute or so and the page will be back to normal. RB do say that odd things can happen if the book is left near a heatsource or in a hot car, vis-à-vis, the ink can completely disappear horrifyingly enough. They say that putting the pen or the pad in the freezer for a little while will actually restore the ink, but I’ve not tried it yet so can’t confirm or deny how that goes. Handy for spies in hot countries though, so there’s another target market. If you are always going to send your pages to the same places, then don’t erase the marked icons, and the page is ready for new notes straight away, otherwise, scrub them too.

I CAN’T READ YOUR WRITING – ARE YOU A DOCTOR? Initially, the RB pads send their files as scans of the pages in high contrast monochrome (colour is available) when you snap the page in the app (which auto-frames for you and takes maybe 10s to capture). The formats are either as images or PDF. If that had been it, I would have been quite happy, but the RB pads have another trick up their sleeve. Firstly, they have a function called ‘Smart Titles’ which allows you to name your files directly from the page by writing a filename between double hashtags ie ## this is my scrawl 24/8/20 ## and the file will pop up in your destinations with the filename “this is my scrawl 24/08/20” – this is insanely handy – there’s no protocol except your own and the hashtags, and it makes your files super easy to search. You can even send groups of pages as a single PDF. But the notebooks go even further. They actually offer full searchable OCR which the app can be set to send embedded in the PDF or image, or more usefully, as a companion separate .txt file. Now, my handwriting isn’t the neatest, but it’s not bad so I was prepared for some editing to be necessary, but impressively again, the OCR was about 90-95% accurate. In a page of text it missed maybe 3 or 4 words and even those not badly. This is all considering their full OCR is still only in beta! It gets confused with diagrams on the page, but that’s to be expected.

Text Generated by OCR: ## Blog post och test Aug 2020 ## This is a little demonstration of the OCR capabilities of the Rocket Book pads and app. I've told the lovely people that the hit rate is about 90-95% so please dant let me down here flip pad. Hopefully the file name will also prove another point further up in the section and not make me look like some charlatan or snake-oil salesman.Hope you enjoyed this demonstrahen, now go away and leave me to write the next great novella.Bye!

HOW MUCH? On average, I pay anywhere from £4-8 for a decent A4 notebook/journal, so at £30-37 (dependent on model), the RocketBook pads are not a whim purchase. That said, I get through a lot of journals in a year, and given that I would expect to easily get 2-3 years out of a RocketBook pad, then I’ve saved money. Will it replace all my notebooks? No. You need to be thinking of carrying this round as a kit: pad, Frixion pen (at least 2), and cloth. RB do a series of portfolio sleeves for the pads but it does push the price up a bit still, but for a rep, engineer or salesperson, this still makes sense. They’re less bulky than a normal A4 pad too. What I would say is Tesco and Sainsbury’s currently stock Frixion pens and at much better prices than buying them from RB directly, I just paid £3 for 3 pens on offer at Tesco compared to £10 from RB. You get one pen with the pad, but you’re going to want more soon, so stock up next time you’re shopping for truffle oil crisps. If you use whiteboards a lot, RB also have you covered. Instead of the pad, £16 will get you a 4 pack of ‘beacons’ – little self-adhesive triangles that effectively do the same thing as the QR code in the pad. You don’t have the icon options obviously, but if you’re looking to distribute quick meeting or group notes, this would be a boon. CONCLUSION Considering this was a fairly speculative purchase on my part, my early experiences with the RocketBook Flip have been really impressive. The flexibility, the ability to store every page in a different location if you really wanted to make it fantastic for organising my notes, which can save me hours of finding the right ^^$&^$&$ notebook in the first place, then scouring that for the one paragraph I was looking for etc etc. The searchable text facility, in-app history for re-sending etc and last but no way least, functional handwriting OCR, makes the RocketBook not only novel, but actually useable! Would I buy another? As a second notebook – yes. I look forward to seeing what the actual longevity of the product is once I come off furlough and start cramming my day bag with all my junk and a notepad again, but yes, I’d probably just have one at home, and one for work, but make the last 5 mins of each day, scanning and sending work notes so I have them with me wherever. Impressively, the RocketBook Flip just works and it works well. ‘Er Across The Table has already sold several folk at her work on the idea and she doesn’t even have one herself yet! I love it. It’s taking a little adjusting to, but it’s all good. The most important thing though is the writing experience, and I have to say, the combination of the Frixion pen/ink and the polymer technology of the Flip, again, just works. It’s smooth, doesn’t skip or smudge for me (I know some right to left users and left handers have reported some issues) and feels great to write on. If anything I have to slow down a bit as the contact is so smooth that your writing can get a bit ahead of you! RocketBook have produced a cracker of a product. It might not seem like much, but if practical working journals are your thing (ie not create and keep things) then I can highly recommend the RocketBook series.

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