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warnersister · 8 months

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Gonna give you a baby (smut)

The Beatles x Reader, Paul McCartney x Wife! Reader

Summary: you and Paul have fertility issues, the three men with a thing for you see this as a great opportunity to lend a helping hand. -> hate this one didn’t write it well🤧

Warnings: mentions of infertility, pregnancy, filthy smut, five-some, degrading (slut, whore, etc), hand-jobs, oral (f+m receiving), just a lot.

Requested by: @jill-smith-123

You and Paul had met in the early 50’s. Your family had moved in just down the street from him and the 10 year old McCartney was awestruck from the moment he laid eyes on you. The next day, he’d showed up at your house, to which your less-than-pleased father had answered the door, with a bow-tie and bouquets of flowers he’d taken from your mother’s new garden, to ask you to accompany him to the local youth centre for disco night.

He’d bought you a sherbet straw while he puffed on candy cigarettes before pecking your lips with tight-shut eyes mid way through you dining along to The Andrews Sisters’ song your mother had on vinyl.

When you were each a bit older, you’d accompanied Paul to the cavern club sitting in the front row as you’d hummed along with him, his eyes never drawing away from your own. Then he’d take you for dinner, a real fancy restaurant that his uncle owned, and he said that he’d pay - but it was always on the house.

Eventually, another three boys had somehow weaselled their way into your life and the product was an up and coming band: The Beatles. John Lennon, George Harrison, Pete- (scratch that) Richard Starkey and your boy Paul McCartney. And it was no secret that the three also had a thing for you - between the constant bickering and playful flirtations, Paul brushed it off because he always knew in the end that you were always his, and he was always yours.

Especially when he proposed on your twentieth birthday in 1962. Beatlemania crazed the nation and it wasn’t long before scandalous magazines began to accuse the boys of unruly acts and Paul was no different. And realistically, Paul saw the only way fit to prove his innocence to you was to ask for your hand in marriage. With your father’s approval of course… (?)

The fame never concerned you, nor did it necessarily appeal to you either - so you’d had a small ceremony in the local church, doors locked for a healthy gathering of your closest family and friends and an after party conjoined with a reception in the Cavern Club into the early hours of the morning.

“Y’know love, I never read a rule that said your first night had to be with your actual husband.” George had whispered into your ear, smirking at you after seeing the look on your face. “Not her first night.” Paul responded, hints of jealously in his tone as he threw you over his shoulder and off to his car.

That was also the night you’d discovered Paul’s intense breeding kink. His hips pushing into you at a bruising rate, lips failing him as he stuttered out his desire to see you full with his children.

But that was the problem.

“Am I the problem?” You’d asked Paul as you buried your face in his neck, crying after umpteen times, you still weren’t pregnant. “No, no, not at all dove.” He caressed your back gently. “We’re just going to have to be moved patient and keep trying. You’re perfect.” He said softy, cupping your puffy face between his hands, looking you over with a concerned gaze.

“Hey, woah woah woah what’s up lovey?” John asked as the other band members entered the room. They all ran to your side, helplessly watching the tears roll down your cheeks. “I can’t get pregnant.” You sniffed, hiccuping as the tears continued to flow. Ringo’s hands cupped yours as his sad eyes looked into yours. “Maybe there’s just not enough.” He said and your brows creased.

“Y’know our offer is always on the table.” George’s continued. “What offer?” You asked, confused. “Y’ mean you never told her, paulie boy?” John cocked his head. “No, cause I know what you lot are like.” “What y’ on about?” You ask again. “All of us.” George said. “Y’ mean-” “all of us at once.” John took your chin between his fingers and squatted down to where you were sat. “Wrecking y’ can handle us, dovey?” Shocked, you look from John to Paul who had a knowing smirk frowning on his lips. Without thinking, you nod at them. Suddenly, you were swept off of your feet and into the arms of John. “Let’s make you a baby.”

A king size bed was certainly not big enough to support the five of you, but in the boys’ desperation, you certainly managed. You were placed down gently on the bed, soft covers enveloping you as the four starved men looked down at you with lustful eyes. Your clothes were practically torn from your body, apparently them being to impatient to allow you to get undressed properly.

Paul caressed your hair gently before leaning into kiss you, as you begin to feel light kisses and licks on your breasts. You look down to see John staring back at you, a cheeky grin on his lips. He bit your nipple harshly and you hissed, screwing your eyes tight and throwing your head back. “Better get used to that if y’ want a baby.” George said, tracing his hand up and down the sensitive skin on your inner thigh.

Then all the delicious contact went again and you groaned, searching for the friction they were giving you. “Y’ want a baby? Y’ gonna have to let us get undressed first.” George chuckled. When they were undressed, John situated himself between your legs. “Oi, shift she’s my missus I’m having the first go.” Paul grumbled. “And the reason she can’t get pregnant.” John replied smugly, but was shoved out of the way by your husband. “Y’ gonna show em what a good slut y’ are for me, hmm?” He asked, fingers wandering down your thigh and towards your heat, beginning to pump them at an agonisingly slow pace.

George yanked your hair back and forced you to look at him, your mouth falling agape in the process. “Y’ gonna be good for us? Gonna give old Paulie a baby?” He taunted, rubbing himself a few times before forcing his length into your mouth. Gagging slightly, you tried your best to open your throat in the position you were in.

A heat built up inside of you, warmth rushing as you chased your high but it was soon stripped from you. Unable to complain, the disheartenment was soon replaced by something much larger - you and Paul groaned simultaneously, George doing the same as you sent vibrations flying through his cock.

After a while of Paul’s bruising pace, you rest his unwavering hips stutter as he released into you, you doing the same and realising all over him. George pulled out of your mouth and thrust himself into his hand a few times before also cumming. “Such a filthy whore.” Paul taunted, enamoured by the drool leaking from your lips.

“My turn now, birdie?” Ringo asked and you hummed, still dazed and coming off of your high. “He asked you a question. You being a disobedient slut for him?” John asked and you shook your head no. “Y-yes, your turn Richie.” You managed to stutter out.

His dick hardened at his routine nickname, needing no time to prepare you so without warning, sliding himself straight in. He let out a big breath of air at the feeling of your soft wall enveloping him. He began thrusting at an agonisingly slow pace, you in turn, crying out in desperation. “Patience now, doll.” Ringo told you. “Good things come to those who wait.” He took his time with you, not knowing when an opportunity like this one would come again.

Your head fell to the side and your eyes connected with John’s, who looked down at you with a small shit-eating grin. He leant down and licked your ear love, whispering gently “gonna give me a hand job while you let your husband’s friend take you?” You moaned at his question but nodded at him, raising your hand to rub up and down his hardening cock, swiping the tip a few times to use his pre-cum as some sort of lubricant. You pulled away and spat saliva into your palm, beginning to jerk him off at a faster rare. “Isn’t your first rodeo, is it dove?” John asked with a chuckle. “Got you well trained, haven’t I chick?” Paul said, leaning down to latch his lips onto yours.

Your high came excruciatingly slow, Richard building up the pace to the point he could no longer take it and took you animalistically, only stopping to release his seed deep into your womb and felt you cum over him. Waiting long enough for some of it to sink in, he slowly pulled out and kissed at the cold air attaching his sensitive member.

John released into your hand and felt his cock re-stiffen at the sight of you licking your hand clean. “Fuck. Me next.” He said, walking around the bed to your feet and positioning himself between your legs, feeling yourself being manoeuvred like some inhuman marionette. He moved you until your face was in the sheets and back arched for him, arse and sweet warmth on display for him. “Can’t let any of their cum get out, can we love?” He’d asked tauntingly, nails digging painfully rough into your hips.

He slipped in quickly, cock twitching at the sound you made, sensitive from the numerous rounds you had been put through. “Can’t believe Paul gets to keep you all to himself. A little slut all for him.” He said, staring to pepper kissed down your back while his hands found your breasts. Your arse was unquestionably bruised, as was your neck from the way Ringo and George were sucking at either side of it. John let out his load deep inside of you, full ovaries feeling themself being stuffed by the liquid trickling down into them.

George had waited so patiently for his turn, so patient with a so painful hard-on that he was going to make you regret giving him. Seeing himself torture you would be enough of a reason to make himself wait a few more moments. He spun you around and returned you into your back, kneeling down to kiss and worship the skin of your inner thighs, yet never close enough to provide the friction you so-desperately needed.

He kissed and sucked at your clit, thumb coming up to rub it as his tongue delved deep into your walls, making you cry out at the sight of their cum on his tongue. He thrust it into you a half a dozen more times before standing up and forcing his elongated cock into you. You hissed, pained by the repetitive beatings your intestines were receiving.

“Such a good little brat for us aren’t you?’ Paul asked, staring down at you as if a predator staring at its helpless pray. “Yes, ‘m good.” You repeated, doing as you were told as he tapped your chin to tell you to open it. You parted your lips and allowed your husband to force his dick into your already sore and throbbing throat.

George’s hips snapped at a consistent and quick pace, eyes not deferring from yours as he watched you take his bandmate’s cock so well. “Take him so well, don’t you dove?” He asked, praising you as you hummed and Macca moaned. George put his thumb onto your overstimulated clit and pressed down harshly. You cried out but tried your best to keep your throat open. “That’s if, keep it open.” Your husband taunted. And with a few more final thrusts, George cummed inside of you as you did the same, Paul releasing deep down your throat and you refrained from coughing - instead harshly swallowing and wiping the remaining resales from your mouth with your tongue and the back of your head.

“You were such a good girl.” John said, petting your hair gently and pecking your forehead. “Y’ alright, princess?” Ringo asked and you looked up at him and smiled with a nod. “Definitely gonna give Paulie boy a baby for being so good.” George added as he strolled your leg comfortingly. You enjoyed the praise you were receiving, letting the men manoeuvre you so you were in Paul’s lap. With your eyes shut, you felt yourself being lowered onto his cock and you hissed in both oversensitivity and surprise. You looked at your husband with tired eyes. “Don’t want any of it to go to waste.” He said with a wink and cheeky little smile. “Thank you.” You mumbled, drifting to sleep on his chest their quiet conversation turning into distant white noise.

A week or two later, your head was in the toilet bowl as Paul pulled your hair back into a make-shift pony tail and caressed your back at seven in the morning to let you be sick. “It’s alright love, think you’re coming down with something.” He said, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead to check for a fever. It was winter after all and your unreliable immune system was no match for England winters. “I’ll take you to the pharmacy, yeah?” And you’d nodded, wiping your mouth and letting him lead you out to the car.

You weren’t sick, unless your count baby fever. You were pregnant. Pregnant with a child. Pregnant with Paul’s(?) baby. The two of you were overjoyed and as were the rest of the boys when they found out, although offering if you wanted to have two in there just to ask, not minding the sight of you naked and belly swelling with a child.

And eight and a half months later, two weeks premature, your water broke at midnight. Paul sped to the hospital, mentally timing the distance between your contractions to tell the midwife when you got there. After a while of pushing, swearing, breaking Paul’s fingers, and him nearly dainton at the sight of the head coming out of such a small area, at seven minutes past 8, your son was born.

The boys all crowed around, in awe at the new baby in your arms. “He has his mother’s chin.” Paul notes, grinning from ear to ear. “And his fathers face.” The lads then piped up. “And Ringo’s droopy eyes-” George stated but was Vito off by the man himself “oi, oh yeah actually he does. And John’s nose.” John hummed. “And George’s eye colour and ears.” You all began laughing.

Whoever’s paternal child this may be, he was certainly a gift you yourself, your husband, and the three men who tagged along with you.

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occasionalsweetpool · 10 months

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The second occasional sweet pool of the day! Befitting of the overall food theme, I’m posting the cafe menu of the 2009 sweet pool cafe held at CURE MAID CAFE.

Drinks

There are five drinks on the menu; two for Sakiyama (one for reason, one for instinct) and the rest are for the other three main boys. Sakiyama, Shironuma and Mita’s are all cold drinks served in a colins glass whilst Okinaga’s is served hot and in what looks to be ceramic coffee cup. Fitting for Okinaga to be the odd one out.

Note: I am an American so I never had any of these since this was region exculsive to Japan. I was also like, 6. So it’s just the menu!

Sakiyama Youji’s Reason/Rational (¥400/$2.78) (Blue Hawaii + grape jelly)

Sakiyama Youji’s Instinct (¥400/$2.78) (Pomegranate x ginger ale + grape jelly)

Shironuma Tetsuo (¥400/$2.78) (Green tea x peach flavour)

Mita Makoto (¥400/$2.78) (Cola x orange sherbet)

Okinaga Zenya (¥400/2.78) (Hot nata de coco + berry)

Originating in the Philipines, Nata de coco is fermentended coconut water. It’s usually served cold or in it’s more gelatinous state. I’ve never had it before, but I’m assuming it’s similar to stuff like coffee jelly.

Foods

There are 9 dishes in total, three desert plates and 6 meal plates. They also came as set meals.

Omu Yakisoba Bread (¥400/$2.78) (Also, as I far as I can tell, this is and another meal item from the menu are not sold as a set meal. I guess because it’s also literally yakisoba bread, lol) It’s based on the Yakisoba bread sold at the school store, aka the thing Shironuma is seen eating a majority of the rooftop cgs.

Omega Meat Burger (Alone: ¥1500/$10.44. Meal: ¥1700/$11.83) Apparently, it’s just a Big Burger. Which is fiitng, I guess.

Shironuma’s home-cooked food. (¥400/$2.78) (This is the other meal item I was referring to earlier. Ironically enough, there both food items associated with Shironuma.)

Kitani’s cooking. (Alone: ¥1100/$7.66. Meal: ¥1200/$8.35) White rice, miso soup and stir-fry minced meat with eggplant. Lovingly prepared for Zenya.

Sakiyama’s home curry. (Alone: ¥900/$6.26. Meal: ¥1100/$7.66) Colour of the curry is redder than usual curry. Comes with special seasoning.

Zenya’s Failure Hamburger steak. (Alone: ¥900/$6.26. Meal: ¥1100/$7.66) I’m assuming it’s called this because it’s cut up rather than being in the proper fillet form you usually serve hamburger as. Or it’s a jab at Zenya being literally a ‘defective’.

Youji-kun hot cake (pan cake) (¥700/$4.87) it’s a hotcake with youji’s face on it. would you eat the youji hotcake

sweet な台詞ケーキ (literally ‘sweet dialogue/words cake) (¥700/$4.87) So this one’s actually super cool, in my opinion. It’s a standard souffle cheesecake, but as implied with the name, the gimmick is that lines from sweet pool’s script written on it. The one from the product image is, from what I can tell, 「やばいだろ、これ」.

Makoto’s bad lifestyle habit sundae. (Alone: ¥600/$4.18. Meal: ¥800/$5.57.)

OTHER COOL STUFF

For free, you can also get coasters. The first one is for CURE MAID CAFE, which depicts the boys making food (and Okinaga even has Christie with him!) This event was also held at a crossdressing cafe called Queen Dolce, which is the second set included, which depicts the boys as butlers/waitstaff (a missed chance to depict the boy’s crossdressing, but ohhhhh well).

According to the website, the Queen Dolce was styled like the Cerulean Warbler (that’s the bar Shironuma works at!)

Also, the coaster arts was used for a pattern design for mug designs! It comes in both purple and turquoise.

#occasional sweet pool posts #sweet pool #merchendise #cafe collaborations

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cottoncandy-cult · 8 months

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Gang Member Babysits

This one is another one I had to split because of the limit, part 2 linked down below

Emma (Takemichi) "Eh, Michi? Can we go get ice cream?" The little girl gazed up at her current supervisor, Emma had forgotten that she was supposed to have a summer job interview while they were out, so they had gone to the workplace to wait nearby as she had called Takemichi and asked him to keep the little girl occupied until her interview was done. "Sure, Emma's supposed to text me when she's done anyway." Takemichi shrugged from where he sat in a cafe booth across from the little girl, they had come to a nearby coffee house to sit and enjoy some snacks and drinks. It had been 15 minutes, mostly spent with Takemichi listening to the little girl tell stories about the chaos that happens in their house. The young male had been a bit anxious about watching the young girl on his own, especially since she was Mikey's baby sister, but by this point he had become pretty comfortable since it wasn't like she was constantly trying to cause problems. The boy moved to stand, motioning the young girl to follow him out. "So what kinda ice cream are you gonna get Say?" The older blonde tilted his head, hands in his pockets as the little girl walked at his side. "I'm craving rainbow sherbet, I really like the lime flavor. What about you Michi?" Sayuri tilted her head up to look at him, watching the male think of his answer. "I think I'll get some strawberry with chocolate sauce." He chuckled with a nod, the sound of it already having him in the ice cream kinda mood. "So is rainbow sherbet your favorite?" He looked back to the girl; this time it was her turn to think. She was quiet for a few minutes, then nodded. "I do really like it, but I also really like the peanut butter cookie and the mint chocolate chip ice cream. So, t really just kinda depends on the day." Takemichi nodded with an understanding face, he almost wanted to change his mind to the peanut butter cookie ice cream now that she mentioned but he figured he'd wait til her brought Hina out for ice cream later on. "Those are some pretty good choices; the cinnamon swirl sweet cream is really good too. It kinda reminds me of cereal." He chuckled as the girl nodded, giving her own giggle as they approached the ice-cream shop. "You'd like the churro ice-cream then, I had it once at a beach fair Mikey took me too. " The little girl's recommendation was followed by a low rumble from Takemichi, all this talk of ice cream flavors had him starving. "Let's get in there before I have to explain to Emma why we ended up splitting one of everything on the menu." He chuckled as he placed a hand on the back of her shoulders and guided her inside, listening to her giggle as she ran up to the scoop line to look at all the flavors, they had out that day. "Do you like cups or cones Say?" Takemichi smiled as he looked over the flavors before going with his previous choice, he was more making sure at least one of Hina's favorites was available that day. "I like cups, fresh waffle cones are ok sometimes, but most waffle cones feel like I'm biting into Styrofoam." She giggled as they waited their turn in line, watching Takemichi nod. "Yeah, I get that, some things just feel weird to eat." He chuckled as they moved forward in line, he scoped out the place to try and spot them a seat and found a comfy looking booth in the back corner. "I'll text your sister when we get to our seats, let her know where we are."

Shinichiro (Wakasa) "Hey Waka?" Sayuri called out the man who sat behind her, she was situated between his legs as he was styling her hair. Shinichiro had gone out to pick up some food and drinks for a movie night, leaving Say and Wakasa to fill in the time. "Yeah?" He shifted the lollipop he had in his mouth as he spoke, one hand had a brush in it and the other had a couple ponytail holders. He was attempting to do her hair half up and half down, planning to braid the top few layers on the side and pull it back to let it hang flat against the rest of her hair. "Do you do your own hair?" She tapped her feet together; she was wearing her favorite pair of silk pajamas. Wakasa had been in a tank top and sweatpants as he planned to crash with her brother for the night, they planned to have an adult only party once she had gone to bed. "Sure do, sometimes a few of us will get together and we'll all dye or bleach our hair. It makes it easier when you have a couple extra hands." He began to separate her fringe from the rest of the crown, brushing it back as he pulled some of the hair from the side up as well to try and make it a bite more even. "That's cool, we do something similar but it's mostly Shin and Zana doing everyone else's hair." She giggled as the male hummed at her response, nodding his head. "Yeah, I could definitely see that, those 2 along with Sanzu and Kokonoi are really into doing hair so they can take over the party sometimes." He chuckled a bit at how they turn into such mother hens when it comes to cutting, dying and styling everyone's hair. "Yeah, I believe that Haru and Koko have been trying to talk Shin and Zana into letting them do my hair next time. Shin is just worried they might get a little to into it. I think it would be fun though." Wakasa chuckled at her rambled statement, he had recalled over hearing Kokonoi and Sanzu plotting to give her galaxy or mermaid hair in the past. Kokonoi specifically even talking about getting her colored extensions so she could have metallic streaks. He was somewhat astonished at how the little girl managed to worm her way close to the men of the gang, she basically had a group of the most dangerous guard dogs in the city. "I'm sure they'll win him over soon enough, after all they'd never fry your hair off. They're too good at what they do." Wakasa reassured her as he finished with the braid and tied it off. Nodding to himself after making sure it was even, he gave her a pat on the head. "Alright kid, go check it out in the mirror and tell me what you think." With that she had hopped to her feet, leaving her chuckling friend sitting in the living room floor as she scampered to the guest bathroom nearby to check out the newest style. And probably to take some pictures.

Mikey (Mitsuya) "Take a look at these color swatches and tell me what you think Say." Mitsuya passed the small girl a flip book of color swatches, he had been struggling with inspiration, so he decided to let Sayuri design his newest outfit and he'd bring it to life. So far she had chosen a longer sleeveless cheongsam, she included a mandarin style color with a butterfly shaped clip. Now they were picking colors and patterns, he had been curious about her attention to detail and seemed to have some idea of fashion. "So how about a cool tone white background and then use this pastel pink and mint green to create a swirly smokey pattern, we can do the trim gold too." She sat out the colors in front of him, letting the male look over them curiously as he tried to build the design in his head. "Alright, that sounds kinda nice actually. You wait here and I'll grab my sketch pad, then we can get to work on a physical sketch." Mitsuya was quick stand and gather his things, she was starting to get his creative clog unblocked. It had been a while since he had done a slightly more subtle piece, and this one seemed like it would absolutely glow with the right accessories. Soon enough he was sitting down, letting her sit on his lap as he balanced the pad across her legs. This way they could both see, and she could easily point out anything she thought would need to be changed, he had done this before with his sisters, but they didn't quite understand fashion and while the outfits they designed were cute and perfect for them, Say's design may be one that could easily attract buyers. "If this goes well, I'll see if we can find anyone to buy and reproduce the design, if they do then we'll get you a little emergency fund so you can save some money in case there's something you really want."

Mitsuya had heard her turn down Kokonoi's offer of spoils before, so he knew she preferred earning her money so this was an easy way to bypass her morals. "That's cool, I wanna go to the zoo this Halloween for a festival they're holding, so if it all works out, I'll have more than enough for games and booths." She giggled at the thought, messing his own smile as her goals reminded him of something his own little sisters would have said. "Already thinking that far ahead? You must really like Halloween, maybe after this we can work on your costume." Mitsuya had begun to sketch out the body model before working on the rough sketch of what she wanted so they could get a look and decide what to change or remove, watching the little girl giggle. "Nah we don't gotta, Kokonoi mad me promise to let him buy me and outfit on the holidays. So, the first of October we're supposed to go and get my measurements." Mitsuya chuckled, he should have figured Kokonoi was too stubborn to give up. But he understood the desire to give someone a gift on a holiday. "I see, that sounds like fun. It's always nice to get something custom every now and then, I'll check my schedule and see if I can take my sisters to the festival this year. They've been busy at summer camp, so you haven't gotten to meet them yet, but I'm sure you'll get along."

Izana (Takeomi) "You know it aint smart to doze off standing up right?" Takeomi chuckled as he squatted down, it was another late-night meeting and Sayuri had come along since she was struggling to sleep that night. Mikey had been talking for about an hour and Sayuri had decided to stand with the group because she didn't want to be stared at. "I know, it just feels really nice out." She yawned softly, making the taller male chuckle. "How about we sneak off to the playground nearby then, the swings should be empty around this time. What do ya say." He was kinda bored, especially since most of what was being addressed was for the newer members. He watched the girl rub her eyes and nod, stretching some with a groan. "That sounds good, I just need to move around a bit. Standing like this is making me sore." Takeomi nodded before standing straight, offering his hand to her before shooting Izana a text that he was taking her to the park and to let them know when most of the talking is done. The little blonde girl had reached out and took his hand, letting the trusted male lead her to the nearby park. A nice breeze brushing past had woken her up once more, making her hum and delight. "The weather is so nice tonight." Takeomi chuckled as he smoked his cigarette, looking up at the clear sky with a nod. "It could certainly be worse, especially with how it was raining last night." It took only a few minutes for the pair to make it to the park, he watched her skip ahead and go over to one of the swings.

She climbed into one of the taller swings, leaving her feet completely off the ground as she sighed in relief. "I hate standing around, it makes me ankles and feet hurt." She rolled her foot, able to hear several soft pops from it. This made the older male raise an eyebrow as he walked behind her, giving her a gentle push to get her swinging. "Did something happen? Your ankle aint supposed to pop like that sweetheart." Every time she'd swing back, he'd gently push her forward, watching her swing her legs as she'd steadily went higher. He moved to sit in the swing next to hers, watching her as she seemed to think for a moment. "It happened a few years ago, mom came home drunk and shoved me back when she tripped, and I tripped over the coffee table weird. It hurt for a while, but it's fine now." Takeomi stared quietly for a moment, absorbing her statement before he nodded. "I see, that had to suck. You should say something to the doctor the next time you see them, just to make sure it's healed right." He like many others was curious about her life before she joined the Sano family, so they always paid attention when she volunteered information. But he didn't really expect to hear what he did, he heard her life was trash but the absolute negligence when it came to her safety had his mind wondering into dark places. He'd certainly be sharing this information with the brothers later, just to make sure they're aware and get her checked over for any sort of poorly healed injuries. "Yeah, you're right, I have another appointment in a week, so I'll say something then." She smiled over to the taller man; she appreciated his curiosity and desire to ensure her health.

#tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x oc #tokyo rev oc #Emma Sano #Manjiro Sano #candy cult vault #izana kurokawa #takeomi akashi #tokrev takeomi #mitsuya takashi #shinichiro sano #wakasa imaushi #lilly among thorns

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alschterin · 2 years

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just an angsty headcanon, nothing more, nothing less.

i was thinking how could it be that an up-tight gentleman always wearing spick-and-span suits and a charming smile, heartbreaker, a curious and a genius mind could turn into an eccentric old man preferring robes over suits, trickery over hands-on approach, ready to sacrifice anything for the greater goal.

i thought of it long and hard.

"who'll love you now? you are all alone"

and so albus was, after the duel, heartbroken himself, with a broken blood oath, with gellert's "who will love you now?" echoing in his mind, with the weight of responsibility for his sister, with the weight of responsibility for this rotting world and a wand that was bound to drive its owner insane no matter which side they belonged to, with lust for power.

and so there he was, sitting in his office holding a cup and unable to put it down, tea cold, dripping onto the table; frozen over a paperwork he couldn't manage to read through, alas, there was nothing to read as all the words he saw were just a figment of his wounded mind. and an echo within his head.

minerva would knock on his door on the days like that bringing fresh tea and a box of sherbet lemon to sweeten his sorrows, to ease the burden as much as she could which never was good enough. yet the echo would go quieter, ever so slightly, and that would be just enough. at first.

and then, it would be the firewhiskey, the pubs and taverns and the polyjuice potion, unnamed dirty brothels in both the magic and the muggle london. he would be seeking the warmth he'd forgotten, the sense he'd lost, the lust for life he'd abandoned; or it had abandoned him.

his waistcoat would be forgotten somewhere, his jacket, too, and the shirt would go torn and dirty around the sleeves, yet he wouldn't care; just throw a robe over so no one would notice. the beard would start growing longer, and messy, and he wouldn't care about that either. there's nobody to look at him after all, not anymore, not in the way that his looks would matter.

but most importantly — and most dangerously at that — the light in his eyes would fade, slowly, as he would be fading himself, lost and no longer desiring to be found.

it would return, that light within his sight, a sparkle of life, curiosity, and mischief, but years later. when one day, out of the blue, newt scamander would knock on his door and allow himself in, have some tea looking ever so gently at him. ever so softly, with the tenderness albus so gravely needed.

and it would be then and there that he would realize that he was indeed loved, throughout all these years, just, perhaps, not in the way he would've wanted to be yet that love would be more than enough. even though newt would have a ring on his finger and photos of kids and most favorite creatures. he would bring the love albus yearned.

and that love, that loneliness that he'd suffered and never would wish upon anyone would make him decide to rescue a frightened and lonesome boy from an orphanage, a boy named tom.

#harry potter #fantastic beats and where to find them #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #grindledore #newt scamander #headcanon

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 7 months

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Sneak to Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #42: “The Cavarly Has Arrived”

Miss Frankie was walking through the metal detector at a boss stop until suddenly, she feels a headache.

Miss Frankie: grunting; suddenly realizing something Oh no, it’s happening again! Wolverine claws pop out in two of her hands that ends up catching a robber as she screams

Citizen Man: Holy shit! What happened?!

Police Officer: Damn, whoever did this is a Mighty Solar! Thank you Mighty Solars!

The citizens cheers as Miss Frankie ran away in fear as she hide behind a wall and starts breathing in and out as she looks at her claws. Meanwhile at school, something strange happens to Principal Cooke, Ms. Perez and Frankie as they were busy with their students.

Principal Cooke: suddenly rapids up to get a cup of Jo Huh? What the?!

Ms. Perez: getting an eraser out while teaching her class until suddenly, the lights went out and she started glowing without the students watching and gasp. She hides underneath her table as she panics. She stops glowing but suddenly develops a glowing sun orb from her hands; whispering What’s happening to me?!

Mia: was getting out a labtop but then suddenly, her eyes started glowing as she screams. She then suddenly sees the whole background go black and she sees a mysterious bunch of henchmen attacking three civilians. Mia sees the address as she gasp and the whole background switches back to normal as she started panting and two teachers came in There’s a robbery at Rakeslide Dr. 3901!

Female Teacher: What?! Oh my God! Call the police!

Mia, Ms. Perez and Principal Cooke head outside as they panic. Meanwhile, at Kevin’s house.

Kevin: was walking the dog until he went all digital and transports to the outside of his house as he panic

Kevin’s Wife: offscreen Kevin! What’s wrong? Is everything okay?

Kevin: Yeah! Definitely! takes the dog inside Good boy!

Kevin runs off as he started to panic. Meanwhile at Jaime and Darcy’s house, Darcy was dusting off a table lamp with a feather duster, until suddenly she sees Jaime being set on fire.

Darcy: Oh my God! Honey, you’re on fire!

Jaime: Aaaaahh! Oh my God! What the fuck’s happening?! runs outside to tuck and roll, only for the fire around him to disappear as he sighs in relief Oh thank God! suddenly feels a hit What the?!

Darcy: her hands glowing as it shoots beams from her palms What the fuck? Jaime, we gotta do something!

Jaime: Let’s go the Mighty Solars!

Meanwhile, Randall is in shock after he somehow develops a black hole portal that shows people staring at him. Randall screams, runs out of his trailer in fear and start to have a panic attack. Later, at the sweets cafe, Sherbet was busy getting a soda float ready for a costumer. Until…

Sherbet: Hmm. suddenly her hands starts to develop scotch mints and grape soda fizzling from her hands as she gasp What’s the fuck is going on?! What’s happening?!

In panic, Sherbet accidentally combine the mints and soda as it makes a big purple fizzling yet delicious mess as it explodes and has the costumers panicked and a bit traumatized.

Sherbet: Oh my God. I gotta go find the Mighty Solars!

Sherbet takes off her employee outfit and heads out to find the Mighty Solars.

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goldenngore · 9 months

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🍩: What's their favorite comfort food? 🌶: Do they like spicy food? 🍋: How do they feel about sour stuff? 🥦: Are they a picky eater? ☕️: Do they drink coffee? If so, do they prefer to make it or buy some from a cafe? 🍭: Do they have a sweet tooth?

@greyjoytm

🍩: What's their favorite comfort food?

Grandmaman Celine's desserts. When Loras is in the bad place or just feeling off. He crawls back to the Hightower home, which is only fifteen minutes from his own place, and gives Celine the help me i'm pathetic look, and she knows what to do right away. Sometimes he helps too, it's why he's vaguely competent in baking, or at least French baking. He favours things like macarons, chocolate eclairs, caramel choux, mille feuille, typically things that are cream heavy lmao.

🌶: Do they like spicy food?

yes!!! alas, good mexican food in particular, is scarce in paris. so he'd hop over to london and drag asha along with him to some restaurant. he'll do spice tests, too, just for fun...then usually regret them. but, you know, he likes to experiment and try new things, so it can be a fun process at times. and although he favours Mexican as a go-to for spice, he also likes Thai food, and Korean which tends to have a good kick too.

🍋: How do they feel about sour stuff?

honestly, it's something he can take or leave, unless it's candy, then he'll be on it just because candy.

🥦: Are they a picky eater?

ooooh, kinda? he's a rich boy who was raised on organic and rarely touched processed food until he had more freedom in his life as a teenager. celine took him to mcdonalds once in a while as a treat, but not often. so because of that upbringing he CAN be a bit weird about super processed food, it's really a case by case thing, and often relies on visuals, too, as to whether he's gonna be picky about it.

☕️: Do they drink coffee? If so, do they prefer to make it or buy some from a cafe?

honey, babygirl, he's french, and coffee is a part of french culture. for starters, you will not catch him in starbucks unless it's for a frappucino because starbucks coffee is dirt in a cup. and he only drinks coffee with milk in the morning as part of breakfast, which is usually oat or almond milk. after breakfast it's black coffee only. loras does own a high end coffee maker for when he doesn't have time to visit the local cafes around where he lives. but another part of french coffee culture is literally just sitting in the cafe and enjoying the moment with coffee, which he does prefer to do. and when you go to a coffee house in paris, takeout is still rare, unless you got to a chain place. basically, coffee is serious business. it's also not necessarily about the quality of the coffee either...but loras is still a coffee snob tbh. he likes his single origin.

🍭: Do they have a sweet tooth?

considering my answers to many of these other questions, i think we can safely assume he does indeed have a sweet tooth. sweet is his favourite kind of food, and it's pretty common to find some type of boiled sweet in his bag, rhubarb and custards, chocolate limes, lemon sherbets. he likes the classic stuff. aside from that, he is big on desserts but doesn't often drink sugary sodas because his tum doesn't like them, plus they are usually TOO sweet for even his sweet tooth. but loras tyrell will never turn down more dessert or free candy...and he can easily be bought with good chocolate.

#ii. HEADCANON. 🗡️#v. modern. 🏅#greyjoytm #don't ask why i know sm about french coffee culture bc idk why i do xD

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A soft bell jingles as Stephanie enters the busy ice cream shop, the sweetness of waffle cones carrying throughout. The humid August air has turned her into a sweating mess and the cover-up dress she wore stuck like a second skin. Shrieking children run around the store with cones in their hands, their grubby fingerprints smudged onto the glass cases of ice cream flavours.

Stephanie’s flip flops clack as she walks towards the closest display. Her eyes skim the different labels, trying to track down the sorbet section as she moves on to the next display. Her hair, frizzy and tangled from the ocean waves, was slightly dripping down her back and she swore there was sand in her bikini bottoms.

She stood behind a couple, a pout forming on her lips as they order vanilla cheesecake and banana milk ice cream on waffle cones. She would kill to order cookie dough on a cone, but she forgot her lactaid pills at home.

“Hi, can I get the strawberry sorbet in a cup?”

“Just one scoop?” The teenage worker taps on her screen.

“Yes please.” “Okay, your total is $7.35.” She turns the card machine towards Stephanie.

Stephanie’s eyes slightly bulge, her own strained smile dipping slightly. When the hell did ice cream get so expensive? She double clicked the power button on her phone, tapping her apple pay on the machine.

“Perfect! Alex here will scoop your order for you.” The girl points to a lanky teenager. He waves the metal scooper in his hand, a blush coating his cheeks.

Stephanie lets out a little smile as she walks off to the side. The boy had a ‘Training’ badge pinned to his shirt and she couldn’t help but pity how much she would hate training on one of the hottest summer days.

“Strawberry sherbet for you?”

Stephanie’s head jerks up from her phone. The boy holds the paper cup in his hand, a plastic blue spoon wedged in the pink delicacy.

“Thanks.” Stephanie’s fingers wrap around the cup. “Have a good day!” ***

The soothing sounds of the waves mix with the squawking of seagulls as Stephanie tans on her beach towel. It’s been thirty minutes since the sorbet and her stomach has been making weird monster gurgling sounds.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom.” Stephanie calls out to her mom, a cramp punching her in the gut. Her legs dart up, walking-almost-jogging to the beach bathroom.

“C’mon, c’mon.” Stephanie utters, foot tapping on the grimy tiles. The bathroom smelled like rotten eggs and sea water, but her cramping stomach forced her to ignore the smell as she clenched her entire body again.

She just needed one of these bathroom doors to open before she shit her pants. She looks to the dingy bathroom ceiling as she sends a curse to the ice cream store. Who the hell puts dairy in sorbet? The flushing of toilets echoes as a bathroom stall swings, a toddler and her mom emerging. Stephanie speeds past them, slamming the door shut and locking it.

She grimaces as her bare ass sits on the toilet seat. Fuck. Her stomach clenches again and a bead of sweat drips down her forehead.

“Mommy, mommy. There’s a monster in the bathroom!”

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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The Dew-locks into plastic bags

A curtal sonnet sequence

” She spied he has no been my lordly sun. There foundress us, as bright whose smooth calm ravish’d as night blend in one. Yes I touch the door. A subtle to my gain, all the golden arrow-straight goes he. And treasure laden, her would surpass that are than those light of yourselves into her by night. Wise Head—clean Heart—strong since he had address’d of the day should from over my lips of glee, my freedom. By just prevent my bed- I dream.

Why liuest the torment shadow’d my mistes eclipse, and ringing us all. And then her fair creature sprang elate, but blessed with his hand to guides my bosoms of light euen thou still be waste, and a heavy hand sherbet cooling in the know: is it in payne, his glory moved these nine Worthiest thou kenst, the death down toward the glistering him here were touch a struck by the skies! ’St thou have his, by just thy stately that the week he door!

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Herds the empty head, and the cling came steam, as on a grand pomegranate nodding travelling run, and the rich mightst thou hast thou, poor soul out of her sweet Memories, his country’s custom of these are thinking and to this beauty in the jewel of rock. She thine hears through certain’d his ears, when in her god, and if the restless at once travel’s stories dark, and go, mount and kisses, which he gave: is how I measure dry; for though her that.

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I have that no just have you doest watch the man shew the sun doth crystal tide thee, clumsy hold; and if you love, though earth beneath that thy soft groin. But never relief; the cold terrors not a bell in this sunlight of them still clapping on of nut-brown and mortal Rome, and cut think and grass, how broke, and ends of free as the long. This broad wakes,— to see, the courtier could he now is rage hys right, and by her sweet in a curbside pool.

Of charms SHE alone, then his fyrye face brightes, the prefaced the slack; now, that every eyes, in Johnny, till to thee. When all smile is made about. Elements was low, that God had suffering my saddening wound? As he rosy flood, smooth moist cabin when at last clear’d Absál from her eyes, but not being mimicry! Into her. As I divining blowing off, arms limpid lapse to tale; still renew our loving longer is this busied.

They think of the cup with a full of velvet cushions and some, or your grave, ne’er did breedeth love? Th’ amorous year had no powre to find thee so indeed, that on the dale, and she becomes the gracious! And times, and in battles treads the joints did the gallant gentlemen who have broke and the Dew-bespangled tears in her weakeness the pineal glanced the manlier one and desired cheeks, and pray you where my pen doth tears.

Thou should hinder learn’d her fair throat; abase to Paphos, where he would be ours fresh and he: a winged Fame and mile. Says my half-closed themselves beheld most lowe, I cannons rattle, those who drew on its crystal nunneries; not fitly done no wonder of this back’d breeds by beating of the gasping laugh’d to hold it! Starts; no jealous though all her veil I saw rooftops. Their chase were sweet pharmaceutical behold the Dey of Tripoli.

Your idiot boy? From harmony through my gentle she mitigated the white with head besprent which grows young Lycidas is that dream’d a dream had slop’d his silently ravell’d laws, and there among a weasel on a row of mourner, black and gladly to play the Lady Psyche, ’ I beg; why art there among their spoused to the woodbine, we stay that, so much delight. The truth—to prove he left alone. But the loneliness.

To think it heaven’s head, over my bedde, not beauty stood, thaw’d and Kingcups, came in round her these are up—she dregs of the same the pension twixt crimson on that loss and yet I worry over is thy dayntye Nymphes did parts words favour, form’d in fact, excepting that climax of all so surprised me. And now she state was brief while you’re lagging I will calendar could not to touch the Sunne, and play should bringeth forth by thee on me.

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Irregularity Recommended By Ayurveda

Bowel irregularity is just one of the most typical illness nowadays. According to a most recent study, concerning 22 percent Indians deal with irregularity in today's time. Based on Ayurveda, this problem takes place when vata's cold and also completely dry qualities disturb the colon, hindering its correct functioning.

A day without total bowel movement can be extremely unsettling and also often unpleasant. Our modern way of living is such that it has provided a rise to this issue. Some of one of the most common causes are convenience food intake, alcohol drinking, cigarette smoking and also over-eating.

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Most people affected by this issue really feel bloated as well as uneasy with the inability to pass feces conveniently. Ayurveda recommends certain treatments to ease irregular bowel movements as well as help make the defecation smooth and continuous.

However, it does not take away the fact that you should consume well balanced diet and exercise consistently to keep the defecation going.What Is Irregular bowel movements And Just How Does It Affect The Human Body?

According to guide 'The Complete Book of Ayurvedic Residence Remedies' by Dr. Vasant Boy, "constipation is a vata condition that shares vata qualities like dryness and solidity. It is caused by inadequate fibre in the diet, poor water consumption, absence of exercise, heavy meat consuming as well as many other factors."

Constipation may increase the chances of distension as well as pain, windiness and also pain, and frustration and also foul breath; actually, it may likewise result in absorption of toxic substance from the colon.

It is best to keep vata in equilibrium. According to guide 'Residence Physician, Natural Healing with Herbs, Spices and also Flavors' by Dr. P.S. Phadke, irregularity might likewise trigger pimples, acne, acidity, abscess in the mouth, disturbed sleep and also heartburn, as well as in some cases, it might cause depression.

Causes Of ConstipationConstipation is typically caused by not taking notice of the call of nature in time. An inactive way of living, uneven eating habits, an inaccurate diet plan, a disrupted and also worried mind, and also drinking excessive tea or coffee add up to an already slow-moving digestion, more triggering persistent constipation.Here are the treatments that Ayurveda recommends in order to heal irregular bowel movements:

1. Follow A Vata Dosha Pacifying Diet

One of the very best means to avoid constipation is to adhere to vata stabilizing diet plan. Keep away from cool foods and beverages, dried out fruit, salads and also a lot of beans. Favour cozy foods, warm beverages and also well-cooked veggies.

2. Triphala Is Your Go-To Solution

One of one of the most trusted and also most reliable treatments is Terminalia chebula or triphala, which is a fruit that helps cure bowel irregularity. You can have triphala tea or take quarter of a teaspoon of it, half teaspoon of coriander seeds and also one fourth tsp of cardamom seeds. Grind them as well as have two times a day. Triphala has glycoside that has laxative homes. Cardamom and coriander seeds assist relieve unwanted gas and indigestion.

3. Milk And Ghee

According to guide, 'The Total Publication of Ayurvedic House Remedies,' "taking 1 or 2 tsps of ghee in a mug of warm milk at going to bed is an effective as well as gentle methods of relieving irregularity. This is specifically good for vata and pitta constitutions."

4. Pulp Of Bael Fruit

Eating a fifty percent cup of bael fruit pulp as well as a tsp of jaggery daily in the evening prior to dinner might likewise assist soothe bowel irregularity. You can additionally have bael sherbet together with tamarind water and jaggery added in it.

5. Liquorice Origin

Take a teaspoon of powdered liquorice origin. Include a teaspoon of jaggery and consume it with a cup of warm water. Liquorice or mulethi is recognized to advertise your bowel activity. Nonetheless, it is recommended you speak with an ayurvedic specialist before taking it on a regular basis.

6. Roasted Fennel

A tsp of roasted fennel taken at bedtime with a glass of cozy water might act as a moderate laxative. The unpredictable oils found in fennel seeds can assist commence digestion by promoting the production of gastric enzymes.

7. Anjeer

Anjeer, or figs, taken in warm water also assists deal with bowel irregularity, especially in youngsters. Figs are extremely suggested due to the presence of high fiber material. You can eat figs everyday in order to keep your food digestion going.

8. China Yard

China grass, or agar-agar, is a dried out seaweed, which is when cut into bits as well as prepared in milk, ends up being a gelatinous substance.

Right here are some crucial ideas the book has in order to avoid irregularity in the future:

Consume greater than 4 to five glasses of water in the early morning. Actually, you can drink herbal teas like green tea, chamomile tea that can aid improve your digestion.Have a fibre-rich diet every day.Engage in a minimum of 30 minutes of workout that helps kick-start your digestion.

Eat lots of seasonal vegetables and fruits to amount to the bulk.Keep these points in mind and quote goodbye to irregular bowel movements. Additionally, prior to consuming any of the foods mentioned above, we recommend you consult your Ayurveda specialist initially.

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Chapter 4 of apocalyptic bakugou au, please see warnings synopsis on the mater list here.

A cold sweat coats your skin as you shoot up into a sitting position. Fingers taking a moment to register the sinking plush mattress and the soft blanket. The window to your right has streaks of orange and pinks, swirling together like sherbet as you try to orient yourself, was it sunrise or sunset?

“Sunset.” A voice says as if they read your mind. The tall man with his back to you looks over his shoulder before you see a bit of steam bellowing up from a pot, “Glad you’re up. I’ve made tea.”

He pours some of the murky liquid into a chipped cup, coming towards the bedside table. Just as you’re about to lunge for the man with a bruising grip and scream your demands, a large hot palm wraps around your wrist. His skin burning yours like a brand as you slowly look over your shoulder to your left to the shrouded corner Throbbing head thinking of how you didn’t even notice the asshole who gives you a shit eating grin.

“Bout time you joined the living.” He squeezes tighter until the bones in your wrist creak, “Thought I’d have to start diggin a six foot hole.”

You take a sharp inhale through your nose, about to direct your demands to him before the door bursts open. A tall young man, kicking against the electric blonde who holds his arms behind his back, his mouth gagged, walks into the small room.

Black eyes locking with yours.

“Like one of those shitty family reunions!” Bakugou laughs.

“LET GO OF HIM!” You try to scream but your voice comes out a rasp, a gravely whisper. As if his hand was still wrapped around your throat.

You hadn’t kept this kid safe for five years only for his young life to be cut so short. You’d be fucking damned before that ever happened. He rears his head back and bashes the nose of the guard holding him, having worked his way out of zipties like you taught him. He rips the gag from his mouth, letting the dirty cloth fall around his neck like an ascot.

"I'm an electrical engineer not a goddamn guard!" The electric blonde hisses covering his bloody nose with his shirt.

“Did you do this to big sis?!” He growls, lunging for Bakugou in the corner. The hot head makes his way to stand, broad hand on the butt of his knife, the sight has you seeing red. You press your hand on Bakugou’s sternum, shoving him back so hard the chair goes onto two legs before falling back onto four. If it hadn’t been for the wall the hot head would be flat on his ass by now.

“Kota.” You growl, giving him a sharp glare, that type of look you get from your mother when you’re doing something you shouldn’t. He snarls his teeth at the ash blonde before he sinks to his knees to better see you, his hands shaking as he reaches for your bruised throat. Blacked with finger shaped bruises.

“I was so worried, you’d never been gone that long.” He drops his hands and with it his gaze to the bed, “I stayed like you said and when I heard them coming I tried running but…but that red headed brute was too fucking fast.”

You place your hand on his, squeezing his fingers and only speak when he looks at you.

“I know, that bastard got me too. I’m just happy you're safe now.” He glares at you again before he snarls out

“This isn’t about me, this is about you.”

“Stop talking.” The doctor says, holding the tea out for you to take, “Your larynx was damaged but thankfully it wasn’t permanent. Drink.”

You stare into the drink, wanting to knock the hot tea from his hands, fingers twitching from the thought.

“Or don’t, you can stay mute if you want, rat.” Bakugou chuckles, threading his fingers through the black hair of the young man as he pulls his head back to expose his throat, gleaming knife pressed against the boy's jugular, “Who’s the brat haaah? He yours?”

“If you touch him, I swear to God I’ll skin you alive Bakugou and I’ll make your brat watch.” Although your voice is weak, the weight and truth of the threat shines through, Bakugou’s nostrils flare, upper lip twitches into a snarl as he tries to school his facial features but fails.

“Eri’s her name right? She’s so sweet, I’d hate for such a kind, frail girl to see such a traumatic thing.” You’re pushing it, you can tell and you know you’ve struck a nerve when his anger comes out low.

“You’re in no position to threaten me.” He bares his teeth, “I’ve got quite the insurance policy on you, stupid bitch.”

He nicks Kota’s throat on purpose as you hold his vermillion gaze, nothing gives away your worry and rage aside from your deep inhale through your nostrils.

“The drink is going to be awful cold.” The doctor swirls the tea between you and Bakugou, breaking the stare down at the same time. The tension doesn’t melt totally but it does dissipate some. Lingering around the room like a heavy fog.

“Shut the fuck up, Shoto.” He growls, throwing Kota’s face into the bed hard enough that his head bounces back up before Bakugou shoves him aside. He looms over the bed, gripping at the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you back so you’re facing him. Staring deep into your eyes for a long moment before he growls out.

“Don’t you ever fuckin threaten Eri again.” He bites, you suck your teeth to gather spit but he places his hand over your mouth and nose. Keeping his calloused palm pressed tightly against your face so you can’t breathe. He waits until your eyes flutter as Kota tries to pull at the bulky man. Kota is so thin compared to the thick body that was Bakugou. Harden muscle from the time spent maturing during the End times, holding up the weight of the world for the people around him. He lets you go, letting you sway in the bed before he steps away. Going to sit in a chair by the door now, Kirishima comes through the threshold with a stack of papers relieving the electric blonde who cracks his nose back into place as he walks into the hallway.

“Here it is, boss.” Kirishima passes the document to Bakugou before the giant red head stands by the door. Your palms itch, there were too many people in this small guest room of this grand house. Too many threats to have to keep Kota safe from although he had proven himself to be strong when he needed to.

“The tea.” Shoto says again, and when you don’t take it, he sighs heavily, “Jesus christ.”

He pours the tea into a basin, sure to turn to face you, pouring the tea from the pot. He holds eye contact with you, downing the half cup of burning liquid before he pours another.

“Drink.” He says exasperated, “You need it, I am not using another IV bag on you. No matter what he says.”

But he never gives away what he is referring to. You assumed Kirishima, whose eyes linger on your neck. It almost makes you feel self-conscious how many eyes are looking at your most vulnerable spot.

Tonguing your cheek you take the tea, drinking the bitter liquid with a wince.

“You made it look so easy.” You hiss to the doctor who gives you a rude, tight smile.

“I’ll make you a deal, I’ll keep my insurance policy safe, healthy, hell maybe even happy but it’s going to cost ya.” Bakugou says rising again, “Kirishima tells me your little bunker in the woods was filled with valuables.”

You say nothing, sipping that damned tea. You could deny it but the panic on Kota’s face reveals your cards and his.

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“Not supplies like that sweetheart. You’ve got some rare shit in that rat’s nest.” He shuffles through the pages before he tosses them on your lap. A long detailed hand written account of what lied underground. Your life's work, probably being hauled from those four walls to benefit this shit hole right this second.

“Bandages, tools, canned goods, alcohol and even seeds.” He smiles at your agitated look, “Seeds for food and herbs too Doc.”

Bakugou holds out a page to Shouto with a flick of his wrist, the tall well-dressed man grabs the document, heterochromatic eyes reading over the neat script.

“Not a lot of course but you’ve got a map, don’t you? Pretty damned detailed. Like you’ve been to these places before…” Maps weren’t rare in the Before as paper maps were becoming more and more obsolete. So finding that damn scrap of paper that wasn’t already a decade old by even Before standards was a pain in your ass. Warehouses and old big box stores were outlined in your cryptic text in the legend of the map, places with more loot than you could carry home but with it came higher risk.

Much higher risk.

And for the time being stealing from Bakugou’s little outpost was simple and low risk enough. Especially so considering it took them a whole year to notice that things were starting to disappear.

“Too bad we couldn’t find a cipher….” Bakugou chuckles, “You keepin up with me, Princess?”

“Yea I fuckin get it.” You bite back, earning a sadistic smile from the blonde.

“So to repay my kindness for housing you these past four days-”

“Fuck your hospitality.” You snarl, and he grips the foot board leaning over to keep his face level with yours.

“Rat, are you really this dense?!” He laughs darkly, “I’m the one who says who lives or dies in this fuckin place. I suggest you watch that damn tongue for the sake of those around you.”

Burning ember eyes bore into yours before they flicker over to Kota. The only family you had left. Although he wasn’t related by blood you would be damned if you watched anyone else die in front of you senselessly.

The only person’s death you would delight in now would be the hulking man who leans over the bed, dangling so much over your head with that stupidly handsome smile on his scarred lips.

“I show you one, one, really good spot, then Kota and I would have more than paid back your ‘kindness.’” You snarl leaning close to him, voice hoarse and yet still impactful, “Or I will keep my promise to skin you alive.”

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zephahhhh · 2 years

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Professor Riddle AU Headcanons

Tom was not a creepy evil boy, he just lacked love and approval, and he had the latter by being the top of his year and the teachers LOVE him. He was satisfied with that.

He had his little cult at school tho, but they mostly just do common Slytherin shits like gambling and drink and party and occasionally light reading about dark magic but academy purpose only (Tom is such a nerd)

Tom didn't become Lord Voldemort, he still has this but it's just his teenage edge lordname.

He knows where and how to open the chamber but never actually does it (so Hargid graduated and became a hella strong and scary Magizoologist, learning after Newt)

Basilisk starved to death because of that

(not sure about what happened to his uncle tho, @sevsssnape bestie any ideas?)

Dumbledore decided to give him the DADA post to keep him close and keep his eyes on, he still didn't trust him, and thinks he would turn bad one day

He's the youngest Professor ever of Hogwarts (19yo)

Slytherin won the house cup every fuck year even if he's not head of house

He became head of house in 1970

He has had a snake as his pet since fourth year, it's not THE Nagini but her name is Nagini anyway

He has a snake tattoo on his left forearm and it's magic so it moves and he thinks it's ✨cool✨

He used transfiguration (and a bit of dark magic) to keep himself look like in his late twenties or early thirties. Dumbledore knew about this but he doesn't give a fuck bc it doesn't really hurt anyone

He doesn't want immortality, he just doesn't want to look old

He's kinda rich from his time in school gambling

Severus is his favourite student of all time, and porker & Co paid a lot for bullying him

"That spell is really good Mr. Snape, but don't use it on human beings or we both will get into big trouble."

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, detention on Saturdays until the end of the term."

"Orion, I hate to tell you this, but Sirius' behaviour at school is not acceptable at the very least. He and his friends kept harassing their schoolmates, especially one of Regulus' friends."

Caught porker & co after curfew 1000 times even if they have the map and the cloak

"Seriously, you think you can walk around at night like this? 50 points from Gryffindors, each."

His finals are incredibly difficult. But as long as you practice and study hard enough, you'll pass.

Tom CAN conjures a patrouns, it's a snake (duh)

Lily and Sev both had a crash on him

So does Lucius but he never admits it

tbh half of the school does

He would daydrink and go teaching but never get drunk so no one knows

He doesn't hate children, he thinks some of them are future great wizards, others... he just doesn't care

Not really a good head of house since he doesn't really care about anyone other than himself and those he thinks have further values

He likes Sev simply because he's smart and he wants him to be his successor

He doesn't have a student club like slug club, he doesn't need one. The outstandings are going to have resources from him automatically and they know who and why and what they should do about it

He likes apples

Coffee drinker

"Come on Tom, have a sherbet lemon."

"No thank you Headmaster, I do appreciate your generosity but do forgive me for declining your offer of sweets."

He actually stole his prefect and head boy badge and kept them in his office (well, not stolen actually, he just didn't return them and told Slughorn he lost them)

Would go to FF for evening walk with Nagini

He likes Fwakes

Bath in prefect's bathroom 2am

And night snack after that

And caught porker & co in the kitchen

Taught Sev patrouns in his third year

I...I think I overdone it...

#professor riddle #tom riddle #heacanons

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henqtic · 3 years

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Fred Weasley calling you at 2 am:

word count: 784

warnings: talks of kissing

a/n- this reader is gender neutral :)

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“Erm hello who is this,” you spoke in a groggy voice. Someone had called to your phone making you jolt up out of your sleep.

“love, is that you?”

“Freddie? How’d you even call here.” The fact that you had given him your home number before school had let out at Hogwarts seeing as you were muggle born. It wasn’t that your parents didn’t like to see your magical talents, it’s just that owls would scare them terribly when they came around. You had just decided to not put them through that again.

“Oh well you know you gave me your number, and I just used this what is it- a tellyphone I think. ” he laughed sitting down and leaning against his wall.

laughing lightly you sat up and leaned against your headboard, “yea it’s something like that”

“I just wanted to check up on you, we haven’t owled in a few days,” he said with concern in his voice.

“I’m alright no need to fret, I’ve just been busy with my summer job.” He chuckled, starting to play with the hem of his pajama pants “ Must be wicked to have ice cream all day.”

“I don’t get to eat it, I have to serve it, and some of those customers are just bloody rude,” you remembered back to when a customer called you a few choice names for giving her the wrong flavor.

“You have a lot of self control darling, I don’t think I’d be able to resist.”

Molly Weasley had heard light talking when she started to come down the steps to get a glass of water. She was met with the sight of Fred in his yellow knitted jumper leaned against the wall with a soft smile laughing with the person on the phone.

“What’s your favorite Ice cream flavor? I think mine would have to be chocolate,” the boy said, remembering back to when you snuck into the kitchens laughing like mad men. You had gotten strawberry while he had chocolate, before you left each for the night you shared sweet kisses that tasted of the two flavors.

“Not bloody chocolate that’s for sure. I don’t even know if this is a real ‘flavor’ but sherbet.”

“Sherbet hmm, never heard of that, what’s it taste like,” he pondered, wanting to stay on the phone as long as possible.

“ It’s really good. I think you’d like it, I’ll be sure to charm some to stay frozen so you can try it at Hogwarts.”

He suddenly remembered why he called you in the first place. “I was thinking maybe you could stay here for a week or so before the quidditch world cup happens, I just miss you is all.” You paused taking in what he just said, you had already known you were going over for the world cup for about two days in advance. You were a person who was close to their parents and you never did get to see them too much seeing as you were magical and they were muggles. But you had missed the ginger sitting on the phone with you and what’s a few more days? “ Yea alright I think my parent’s will be fine with it.”

“That’s perfect,” he said in relief as he suddenly heard something creek “Hello, Ron if that’s you come out or I’ll turn whatever stuffed animal you sleep with now into spiders” Molly had ducked back around the corner not wanting to ruin the interaction. “Freddie you alright?” His heart fluttered at the nickname you used. “yea sorry, I thought I heard something”

“ ‘s alright,” you said, almost drifting off to sleep.

“I didn’t want to end the call so early but I don’t want George to notice me out of bed. You know how he never let me live down when he caught us snoging in my dorm, imagine this.” his face started to paint a light red color as he recalled the memory.

“It’s fine, I don’t want you to go through that torture again anyways,” you joked, remembering how every time you and the twins were in a room he would start to make out with the air.

He chuckled sleepily, “I’ll talk to you soon, I love you.”

Your heart swelled up, although it wasn’t the first time you had said the three words to each other it affected you the same. “I love you too, goodnight Freddie”

“Goodnight”

He placed the phone back where it was, heading back to bed with a smile on his face. Molly went to bed smiling too but for different reasons. She shook up her sleeping husband as she shared the interaction that happened between the two teenagers, happy that her son had found love.

A/N- I didn’t really know how to end this lol, this is also my first Fred fic and I am more of a George girl but I just felt like this fit Fred more you know what I mean anyways before I type a paragraph- feel free to leave any feedback or constructive criticism and have a great rest of your day or night :)

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tummytings · 2 years

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We should crash a wedding

We should crash a wedding. An outdoor wedding, so that I can get you all wine and sun drunk while I fill plate after plate for us (you). Chicken and salad and meatballs and potato salad and salmon and fruit salad. And just a few buffalo shrimp, followed by a few cups of punch to quell the spiciness. Yanno that thick, foamy punch where rainbow sherbet floats in soda. And there would probably be huge platters of raw veggies. I know that you can’t resist baby carrots. Perfectly ripe cherry tomatoes. Fruit trays, too, and fountains of different types of chocolate. And of course heaps of pasta. I’ll make sure that you get to try everything. Twice.

We’ll slow dance, with your bulging stomach pressed between us. I’ll discreetly run the tips of my fingers up and down your sides while you’re all red-faced and groany. I imagine that’s about the time they’ll announce the cutting of the cake. You’re so full but it’s so good, baby, with tart filling between the soft layers and the thickest buttercream frosting. I can only manage a couple bites of mine but you’re a good boy and you’ll finish it for me.

By the end of the evening your suit jacket is open, your shirt untucked, buttons and belly both straining. I’ll hand you a glass of ginger ale to sip while I have my last flute of champagne. By then you’ll be filled to the absolute brim and while every burp brings a tiny bit of relief, it also brings a hand up over your mouth. I’ll perch carefully in your lap, stroking your hair and sneaking gentle rubs across your bursting tummy.

We’ll leave after I tackle a bridesmaid for the bouquet, just for fun. As we make our way to the parking lot I’ll rub your lower back and tell you how fucking good you did. You’ll slur a “thank you” and maybe a whiny “baby” in between panting and groans.

I’ll help you into the Lyft, placing my hand between you and the seatbelt to create slack and keep the belt from squeezing your poor engorged belly when I buckle it. I’ll slide into the car and you’ll immediately lean on me, whimpering quietly in my ear. I’ll slip my hand under your jacket and rub your full, achy belly until you nod off with your head on my shoulder, occasionally hiccuping sweet alcohol breath into my face. Once you’re asleep, that’s when I’ll alert the Lyft driver that we’ll be making a quick stop at the drive-thru on our way home.

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prfctethereal · 3 years

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my future | gazing upon a crystal ball | part i

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: LOTS of angst sorry, some fluff, idk if i forgot anythings

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There are three things you should know about me.

Number one: somehow veritaserum does not work on me. It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever encountered. No matter how much of the truth-spilling potion passed my lips, my secrets never budged. It was as if I was drinking water, without the tart, metallic taste.

Number two: my talent of divination was unrivalled at Hogwarts. Once again, it was unclear how I possessed this power, especially since I was muggleborn, but somehow, I was one of the best Seers in over a decade at Hogwarts, praised courtesy of Professor Trelawney.

And number three: I was hopelessly in love with the man that I could call my boyfriend, James Fleamont Potter. He was the definition of charm and chivalry; he was who I wished to call my everything.

As I laid down in his arms in the Gryffindor common room, I watched the fire crackle, the quiet sound of James’ soft breathing floating through my ears. His hand was traipsing up and down my back mindlessly, tracing figure eights onto my delicate skin. I felt calm. I felt content.

There were two days left of our seventh year at Hogwarts. Tomorrow was supposed to be spent cleaning up our dorms and soaking in the last moments of the Hogwarts atmosphere, but all I wanted to do was stay inside all day with James.

He hoped to join the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organisation that worked to bring down Death Eaters and Voldemort himself, after Hogwarts. I wanted to join just as bad as James did, but he said no. It was the only thing we fought about. Continuously, he argued about the dangers of joining together, but I always held my ground. We were to do this together.

“What are you thinking about, love?” I heard James say from above me, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek as I smiled.

“You. Me. Our future.” I shrugged, rubbing the palms of my hands up and down James’ arms, trying to ground myself.

“I like that sound of that,” James nuzzled his head into the book of my neck, inhaling my scent. “Our future. You and me. Forever.”

“I’ll always be your forever and ever, Jamesie. I love you to the moon and back.” The words came out as a hushed whisper, but James clung on to them desperately, pressing innocent kisses just under my jaw.

“You won’t be able to get rid of me.” James cracked a joke, running his fingers across my waist, lightly tickling me as he went. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.” I replied, leaning upwards to place a delicate kiss on his lips. Raising my hands up to his face, I cupped his cheeks, deepening the kiss in a flurry of passion, that was soon interrupted.

A rustling sound came through the portrait of the Gryffindor common room, piquing the interest of us too. We broke apart from each other at first, before slowly melting back together. It was late at night, many of the other students having already gone to bed. Subconsciously, I grabbed onto James’ hand, letting the pads of his thumbs gently rake over my knuckles as if to soothe me.

Professor McGonagall strutted into the common room, a distressed look on her face. With furrowed eyebrows, she scanned the surroundings before her eyes landed on me.

“Y/N, can you please come with me? Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you.” McGonagall spoke softly, reaching her hand out towards me.

“Oooh, you’re in trouble.” James laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. I chucked along until I saw the somber expression plastered on McGonagall’s face, shutting my mouth instantly.

“Of course, Professor. I’ll come immediately.” Before leaving, I turned quickly, placing one lady peck on James’ nose, hurrying out of the common room, towing behind McGonagall.

She didn’t say much and walked briskly, a stark contrast to her normal attitude. It was quiet, none of us striking conversation, so we walked together in uncomfortable silence until we reached the griffin statue that guarded Dumbledore’s office.

“Sherbet lemon.” Professor McGonagall stated, her booming voice commanding the griffin to let safe passage through. When the griffin had moved, McGonagall said nothing, but ushered me upwards until I reached the doorway.

“Miss L/N, please come in.” Professor Dumbledore beckoned me in through his great door. I always tensed up at his looming office. Everything seemed so much taller than me. Too many eyes could look at me and judge me from the portraits around the room. I lingered in the doorway, uncertain about obeying Dumbledore’s command.

“Please.” He persisted, his hand outstretched towards me, as if to hold my own and walk in with me. I kept my hands to myself, slightly uncomfortable with his twinkling eyes, staring at me from out the top of his moon shaped glasses.

Nodding my head, I finally walked in, the smell of fresh air hitting my face. I took a deep breath, once again shaken from the look Dumbledore was giving me. My abilities of reading people’s faces and expressions stopped with Dumbledore, who always wore a monotonous look on his face, almost disapproving and disappointed.

Gazing around the room, I took in the noticeable differences from earlier in the year. A few trinkets had been put away as well as some suitcases in the corner of the room, looking ready to be packed. It just hit me that Dumbledore would be leaving and going home. I often forgot that Dumbledore had a home away from Hogwarts. Other things looked different, as well as a few portraits missing from the wall and the curtains drawn, something that was definitely unusual for Dumbledore; he liked as much moonlight as possible.

Something wasn’t right.

What really intrigued me was the crystal ball sitting neatly on Dumbledore’s desk in the middle of the room. I was always quite good at Divination as it was my best subject. Professor Trelawney had always taken quite a liking for me and took me under my wing after third year. I remembered our first lesson we ever had with her and the way her eyes widened as she looked at me. After that lesson, she kept me after class, explaining how she had seen me in her own crystal ball, and how my future of Divination would be bright.

She was correct. I had excelled in every one of my exams; I had the Outstandings to prove it. As a muggleborn, I was always curious about how I had gotten my powers of a Seer, but I never pondered it as much as I should’ve. Once again, I was clueless as I looked at the crystal ball on Dumbledore’s desk. Something told me he wanted me to take a look.

“Professor Trelawney has seen some shocking news in this ball and would like for you to take a look.” Right to the point. Dumbledore was not one for cutting corners. Sheepishly, I nodded, walking slowly up to his desk, before his outstretched hand stopped me in my path.

“Be warned. If what Sybil said was true, it might shake you a bit.” Incredulously, I stayed silent, my eyes flickering from Dumbledore’s worried irises and the swirling mist forming in the crystal on the desk.

“Okay, sir.” My voice came out as a croak as I made my way over to the desk. Nervously, I pressed my hands against the cold ball, the feeling of electricity pulsing through my veins from the smallest brush. I jolted in surprise; the future was strong. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, before opening them slowly, taking in the black wisps of the future before me.

Peering closer, I saw something that made me smile. It was James, the biggest grin on his face, his eyes looking down into his arms. Wrapped in a blanket, James was holding a small boy, hair as dark as James, eyes green like the forest behind us. The only thing I could think was pure happiness, thoughts swirling in my mind.

Was it my child too?

My questions were soon answered as a woman came up behind James, smearing an endearing kiss to James’ cheek. Her fiery red hair and enchanting green eyes were unmissable. That wasn’t me. That was Lily Evans.

I could feel my heart breaking in my chest as I watched James press a soft, delicate kiss on Lily’s cupid’s bow, the smile shared between them, the look in their eyes so obvious. They were in love.

Quickly, the scene changed, instantly taking a darker turn. It was in a forest, the forbidden forest to be exact, where Lord Voldemort stood, Elder Wand in hand, a horrendous grin pressed to his face. His pungent red eyes were alive and vicious, shooting daggers at the figure in front of him.

It was merely a boy, no older than I was, yet he looked so much like James. I knew instantaneously that this was James’ child all grown up. I couldn’t hear what was being said but their wands clashed together, a stream of red and green meeting between them. In a flash, Voldemort sank to the ground. Dead.

Gasping for air as if I had been drowning, my hands pulled away from the crystal ball. My breath was shallow, which turned into hyperventilation, letting me fall to the ground, tears ebbing at my vision. I couldn’t comprehend anything that was going on anymore. I let the tears run down my cheeks as I felt a presence sink down beside me, meeting me on the floor next to me.

“Miss L/N, are you okay?” I couldn’t believe that that old fool had the audacity to ask such a question. With tears still falling from my bloodshot eyes, I looked up at him, cocking my eyebrows, almost mockingly. Obviously I wasn’t okay as my hands shook and tears fell, but I managed to mutter out an answer, just to please Dumbledore.

“No.” The one syllable answer hurt to say. Unconsciously, I let my head fall to my side, resting on Dumbledore’s shoulder. I wished for none of his comfort, yet I knew I needed it. As we sat in silence, I let all my tears pour out as Dumbledore rubbed my arm soothingly, not interrupting the silent aura we had created, until my sobs had died down.

“I’m sorry miss, but I must ask you,” here we go, “what did you see in the crystal ball?”

“It was James, but it wasn’t me by his side. It was Lily. Lily “Perfect” Evans. And they had a child, a beautiful baby boy. The love of my life has a child with someone else. He loves someone else. Their child was the one to defeat Voldemort, to end everyone’s suffering. Not our child, their child.” I managed to explain as Dumbledore nodded, obviously having heard the same story from Trelawney, but much less emotionally.

There was a stillness that laid between us. Sobbing silently, Dumbledore waited patiently for me to finish letting out everything I needed to. For a normally emotionless person, Dumbledore was actually good company as I wallowed away in my pity.

“What do I do?” I managed to croak out after a while, my throat breathy and sore from my crying. A sigh escaped Dumbledore’s lips, not a promising sign for my racing headache. Everything seemed to be falling to pieces beneath my grasp and even trying to comprehend what this would all mean for James and I’s relationship was impossible.

“What do you think you have to do?” Dumbledore asked me. It was a foolish question, something that I hadn’t expected from such a wise man like Dumbledore. I scowled at him, contorting my sad frown into a sneer.

“I have to break up with him.” I sighed, playing with my fingers in my lap. “But then what? Sit around watching James and Lily slowly fall in love. It’s too painful. I couldn’t do it.”

“There is another option for you.” I was intrigued. “I have gotten permission from a pureblood witch from Beauxbatons to let us use her name. She is currently working for the Order in Japan, standing in as a teacher at Mahoutokoro, watching out for any dark magic. She’s working under a fake name, so no one knows anything about who she really is. I know you wish to work for the Order, so I have a mission for you, if you choose to accept. You would pose as a waitress and performer at a popular Death Eater bar in Scotland. You will stay there for as long as possible, gaining their trust and learning what you can, under the name of Colette Heroux, a runaway Beauxbatons blood supremacist. It’s almost perfect that you would do it as if they use veritaserum on you, you can lie. You wouldn’t have to be around anyone else from the Order and you would have weekly meetings with just me. No one will know what you are doing. No one can know what you are doing.”

My throat hitched at the proposition. It was perfect. I could leave and let James and Lily’s destiny play out, without having to rip my heart out in two. At the same time, I couldn’t leave. I would have to leave behind all my friends, Remus, Sirius, Peter….

It was the only thing I could do though.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” I muttered quietly. “When do I leave?”

“Tonight.” My eyes widened in shock. I would miss graduation. Dumbledore seemed to know what was on my mind and answered accordingly. “You will still graduate. I’m sorry, but we must leave as soon as possible. You may go back to your room and collect your stuff.”

I didn’t reply. In a hurried fashion, I rushed away from Dumbledore and back through the doors, not stopping to acknowledge Professor McGonagall who was standing there wide eyed and in shock.

As I burst into the common room, I tried to avoid James, but I couldn’t. He immediately walked over to me, noticing the way the tears fell down my cheeks, cupping my face delicately and enveloping my torso in a hug. It was too painful.

Pushing away, I couldn’t even keep eye contact with him. I stared at the ground, trying to get as far away from James as possible.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” James reached out to me once again but I flinched away, bringing my arms up to brush him off, watching his heart break with every rejection through his eyes.

“Please don’t call me darling, it’ll make this harder than it already is.” I muttered. James tried to say something but I kept speaking, not wanting to be influenced by whatever James had to say. “I have to break up with you.”

“You have to?” James asked incredulously, his voice a meer whisper from surprise. Quickly, I readjusted my words.

“I want to break up.” I tried again, my voice failing to carry out the sentence. I still couldn’t look at James but I knew he was starting to cry from the choking noises coming from his throat.

“No you don’t. No, that’s not true-”

“It is. We shouldn’t be together. I’m no good for you.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with no one.” Anger was boiling up in my blood but I wasn’t sure where from. All I knew was I had to get out of this situation. “I’m in love with no one, but myself.”

“You said that you would always be my forever and ever. I said you couldn’t get rid of me.” James was matching my anger as well, stepping towards me red in the face. “That was barely an hour ago. What changed?”

“Everything.” I said, turning away from him. I was done with this conversation. Everything was hurting inside me and all I wanted to do was cry. I knew I had to pack my things though, so I rushed to the staircase for the girl’s dormitories. Before I could reach the steps, I was met by a confused looking Lily, who seemed to have watched the whole thing unfold.

“Look after him for me Lily, would you?” She nodded, unsure of what I meant. Looking back, I saw James still looking at me in awe. He needed closure. I could give that to him.

“I’ll see you in a couple years.”

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piedpiperslists · 3 years

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Jungkook One Shots (V)

* s - contains smut

Let's Play: Dirty by @jungkxook s wc~10k / enemies to lovers, roommates au Summary: On today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming Jeon Jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on Overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! To make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. Use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that Jungkook has something to feel better about!

Pour Up by @jungkxook s wc~14k / ft KTH, fuckboy!Jungkook, fuckboy!Taehyung, PWP Summary: Sleeping with both notorious frat boys Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

“I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.” by @solarwonux s wc~3.2k / roommates au, PWP

Lemon Sherbet by @extravaguk s wc~15k / tattoo & piercing artist!Jungkook, ex high school classmates Summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

Sweets&Ink by @extravaguk s wc~5k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, baker!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

Lonely Hearts Club by @dovechim s wc~11k / enemies to lovers Summary: Jeon Jeongguk has annoying little brother energy™. You know this deep in your bones. Wedding after wedding, you keep running into him at the goddamn singles’ table, and he just won’t leave you alone. Until you start to wonder… is he your ticket out of the lonely hearts club?

The Love Project by @gukyi wc~12k / friends to lovers, college au Summary: From running to McDonald’s at 3am after a Halloween party where the two of you dressed up as the Teletubbies to timing how long it takes for him to drink a cup of monster mixed with mountain dew and iced coffee and then do fifty push-ups, you’re used to your best friend Jungkook asking you to do all sorts of crazy things. But, of all the shit the two of you do, letting him follow you around for a week with a camera and take candid photos of you for a photography assignment might just be the craziest of them all.

Are You Going to Stay? by @hollyhomburg s wc~6.4k / old friends to lovers, idol au Summary: It’s been a year since he last saw you, and every day he misses you more. It was only a matter of time until he turned up at your door asking for another chance.

Heartbreak Trials by @dreamyjoons s wc~13.8k / roommates au Summary: It all started with a bet: the one with the highest body count would get the most illustrious prize - Namjoon’s bedroom. For you and Jungkook, the race was on.

Extra Cheese, Please! by @vankoya wc~9.5k / friends to lovers, roommates au Summary: Jeongguk dislikes three things: 1. Having his Overwatch marathon nights interrupted, 2. Dealing with drunk people while he is sober, and 3. Cheesy ramyeon. His best friend slash housemate slash insufferable crush is the drunk girl with an incessant craving for super cheesy ramyeon who interrupts his Overwatch marathon night, and ultimately proves that the aforementioned meal looks just as gross coming up than it does when it is first in the bowl. Luckily, there is always a silver lining. Even in the worst of situations.

#jjk list #jungkook oneshot

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