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don't give up on me.

Regulus Black x F!Reader

Summary: You're sick. Regulus knows that. But how can he convince you that you're worth saving?

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: IN DEPTH DISCUSSIONS OF EDS, WEIGHT LOSS, THROWING UP, FAINTING, HOSPITAL WING VISITS, ANY AND ALL ED-RELATED WARNINGS

AN: If this kind of content is triggering for you, PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING!!! nothing is more important to me than y'all keeping yourselves healthy - both mentally and physically! If this shit helps you then, here ya go :) (P.S. the summary is really bad sorry!!)

You ran back to the dorms, promising Pandora that you'd be back before breakfast. Lie.

Every day was pretty much the same: you weighed yourself on the muggle scale that you'd snuck into your bags behind your dad's back, and then based on that number, you'd eat. Or you wouldn't. It was easy to miss mealtimes - you'd make the excuse of needing to finish some homework or having forgotten something in the dorms. If you went to the hall during mealtimes, you'd put a little food on your plate and push it around to make it seem like you'd eaten loads when you hadn't touched anything at all.

If the number on the scale weren't acceptable to some extreme standard you'd set yourself to, then you'd spiral - only small amounts of food, you'd go on a run before dinner (strategically showing up late enough that there wouldn't be much left), calling yourself the worst names in the mirror.

It was a routine that you hated - you wanted to kick it, but you couldn't. It was a safety net. You needed control, and this was the only way to have it. It was your drug and you were dependent on it.

It had started as a need to look better, more like your sister. She was taller, skinnier, better at everything she did. You wanted that. So you started skipping meals, spending more time doing workouts - you'd bought one of those muggle aerobics DVDs, and you'd follow it almost every day. You lost a few kilograms in the first few weeks of summer, and the pride of achieving your goal outweighed the hunger pains and headaches. Your weight became an obsession to you and you weighed yourself after every meal and in the morning and night, and your diet to become healthier quickly became a desire to be smaller.

It didn't help that you remained invisible to everyone except your few Hogwarts friends. They owled you frequently, begging you to come up to London so you could spend time together, but you lived too far away for that to be possible. Your dad was busy all the time - it wasn't easy for him after the divorce - and your sister was busy with all her friends. They didn't like you very much, finding you odd as you went to school so far away. They left you alone for the most part - you only saw them when your sister agreed to drive you somewhere.

Not eating became natural after a while: the hunger pains stopped being painful, the headaches disappeared, and the desire to eat had all but disappeared. No one really noticed - you were pretty good at hiding your tricks - but your quickly shrinking body was noticeable. Your dad brought it up once, worried about how your clothes looked so big on your body: he offered to drive you to the doctors, wondering if being a wizard meant that you were more prone to getting sick. You shook your head, telling him that you were fine, but you made a mental reminder to buy much baggier clothes to hide the weight loss.

After that, you quickly went from loving your new body to despising it. You hid every inch of your skin even in the height of summer - hiding under baggy clothes, blankets, and behind pillows. You shoved your mirror to the back of your wardrobe.

By the time you went back to Hogwarts in September, your robes were far too big for you. You'd altered them sneakily: you kept the robes you had but they rested on your body better.

You'd avoided hugs from your friends, lying about an injured arm, but you'd happily reunited with them on the Hogwarts express. They all commented on how they were loving your new look - you smiled sadly at the reason. You remember getting off the train onto the platform - Regulus had helped you down from the train, gripping your hand tightly as you stepped off. As your friends dragged you away, you'd looked back at him. He'd looked almost concerned.

You came back to the Great Hall halfway through breakfast. You sat down with your friend, adjusting your collar where it was rubbing against your neck. You felt uncomfortable, almost like there was an emptiness in the back of your mind.

Pandora caught your eyes mouthing, are you ok? You nodded in response. You grabbed a glass of water and some fruit. Your throat was so dry and every single movement made you nauseous. It's fine, you told yourself, you can run it off before Charms. You're fine.

You were lying to yourself. You weren't okay, you had a problem and you knew it. But you couldn't pluck up the courage to go to Madam Pomfrey and get help. This was comfortable. You never wanted to go back to the way it was before - constantly hating your body for the way it looked in clothing, jealous of what others looked like. You'd take a few bad days like this over that.

You yawned. You were exhausted but your sleep wasn't restful or comfortable. Some parts of your body would always be sore when you woke up.

You felt someone move to sit next to you, and before you could turn to see who it was, they grabbed the apple out of your hand. You turned to protest, before seeing Regulus' pointed look and the knife in his hand. He began to cut up small slices and feed them to you, not giving you time to protest until the apple was finished and entirely consumed.

"Get a room lovebirds, someone from down the table called, but Regulus was quick to shoot them the finger. You smiled at that and Regulus let out a breath at the sight of it.

"It's nice to see you smile, canari. You don't seem to do it as much anymore," He said lowly, making sure his voice was only for you.

You pat his shoulder to reassure him, trying to hide your panicked mind behind gentle touches. He smiled at you before standing up to leave. He offered you a hand, which you gratefully took, and you both headed towards Defense Against the Dark Arts - your first lesson of the day.

That night, you had been planning on skipping dinner. You had convinced Pandora and Barty that you had an essay for Professor McGonagall that you hadn't even started, and they had believed you. They left you in the common room, promising to bring back one of your favourites - a Pumpkin Pasty. All was well.

You slipped out of your dorm room and down the stairs to the front door, heading out for a quick run.

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice cut through the cool air. You shut your eyes. Busted.

Regulus walked up to you, raising his eyebrows and waiting for an answer. "Tell me, Reggie, does growing up rich make you so entitled or are you just naturally a pompous ass?"

He laughed, throwing his head back, and grabbing your hand, "I'm going to let it go because you haven't eaten anything and you're probably hangry." He dragged you down to the Great Hall, even as you dragged your feet.

He pulled you in and sat you down by his side, piling your plate high with all the foods he knew were your favourite. If your anxiety wasn't spiraling, you would be touched that Regulus knew exactly what you liked and what you didn't.

People were sat all around the table, making small talk and eating. You took deep breaths as nonchalantly as you could, cutting up the food Regulus had piled on your plate. You didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem - you’d have a few days of no one noticing you skipping meals, then you could comfortably eat dinner with no worries. You could prepare for that. But, after breakfast this morning was sprung on you, you didn’t think you should be eating this soon. I mean you had only just run off the apple you had for breakfast. How were you going to keep your weight down if you were gorging yourself on the most unhealthy food every minute of every day.

You tried to join in with the conversation every so often, pushing things around on your plate as you did so. You thought you were hiding it well, but you caught Regulus glancing at you in concern, every time you finished speaking.

Catching onto this habit, you worriedly stood up, grabbing your things and getting ready to go.

“Leaving again so early?” Barty asked, grabbing your wrist. He looked at the wrist almost concerned but you tugged your hand away. You looked around the table before your eyes landed on Regulus, concern filling his face.

You swallowed nervously, “Yeah, I'm going to head up to bed. Goodnight,” You stepped over the bench and left through one of the back doors. Regulus watched you leave. Something didn’t sit right with him.

As soon as you rounded the corner, you picked up the pace almost breaking into a jog. You made it down the stairs to the Slytherin common room, heart pounding in your chest and nearly threw yourself up the stairs to your dorm. You closed the door and locked yourself in the bathroom. You were usually methodical about this process, you had a system. But you were desperate at this point. You tied your hair up messily and filled up a hidden water bottle at the sink before chugging it and turning to the toilet.

Back in the Great Hall, Regulus decided that he was going to go check on you. He excused himself and bid everyone a good night - just like you had - before heading in the direction of the Slytherin dorm.

You were bent over the toilet, retching. You hated this so much. It didn’t feel good - it almost hurt - but you felt so relieved doing it. You couldn’t explain it. It was somehow the one thing that helped you feel better.

Regulus quickly made his way up the stairs to face your dorm. The stairs were enchanted to stop the boys from climbing up them, but Regulus was able to jump and skip a few steps to make it to the top. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to you. Not now.

Regulus knocked on your dorm door, to which he was met with silence. You couldn’t hear him. Not liking the feeling in his gut, he slowly pushed the door open. To his surprise, you weren’t there.

From the bathroom, he heard the faint sound of someone retching. Regulus furrowed his brows. You hadn't seemed sick this morning. Why didn’t you say something? You were going to go on a walk, for Merlin's sake! Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the bathroom door, pressing his ear to the door. That was definitely you retching. He knocked. You froze.

“Canari? Are you okay in there?” He asked, leaning against the door.

Shit.

You scrambled to get up, quickly flushing the toilet and washing your hands.

"Canari?"

You splashed your face with water before replying, “I’m fine, Reg.” You cursed yourself for the wavering in your voice.

You turned to the mirror - you were a mess, your tear-streaked face red and splotchy. You washed your face, trying to get rid of as much inflammation as you could.

You took a deep breath and leaned against the sink. How could you have been so stupid? How were you going to talk yourself out of this?

“Can you open the door, please?” Regulus said. He was half intending to break the door down, but he wouldn't violate you like that.

You sighed and opened the door with your head down. You tried to walk past Regulus, but he gently pulled you towards him, your head resting just over his heart. His finger tilted your face upwards, his eyes widening at your red eyes and face.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?” he asked.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You tried to pry yourself away from him, but he wasn't letting you go so easily.

“You’re not fine if you’re throwing up. What's really going on?”

“It’s nothing. I had a stomach bug over the summer. Sometimes it acts up a little. It's fine. I'm fine.” you affirmed. Your solidness was almost more to convince yourself than him.

One look at Regulus told you he was not convinced. He pulled you back into his chest. "You sure that's all it is? You'll tell me if it gets worse?"

"Yeah, Reg, I'll tell you if it gets worse. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

"It's okay, Canari. As long as you are okay, it's okay."

You managed to avoid any more confrontations until Christmas. You decided to stay at school over the Christmas holidays, like you usually did, which meant no friends to worry about your ever-growing problem.

You woke up to a dry throat and a pounding headache. The usual. You coaxed your body into slumping out of bed and you brushed your teeth. God, you looked a mess. The dark circles under your eyes were prominent and your face was pale and gaunt. You almost looked like a skeleton.

The sun was pretty high in the sky - it was probably almost afternoon. Shit. How could you have slept half the day away? It's fine you'll just have to stay up later tonight to finish all your essays. You walked out into the dorm to be greeted with 4 other empty beds - everyone else had gone home for the holidays. You figured it was probably safer to stay at school than to go home looking so terrible.

Begrudgingly, you pulled on a pair of jeans and a Slytherin sweater you were almost sure wasn't yours, and slipped down to the common room. You'd left an essay for Professor Binns in front of the fireplace - you had rushed to the bathroom after Barty had practically force-fed you a few. You'd blamed it on the fact you got a dog food-flavoured one (you didn't - it was chocolate brownie, which was almost worse), but the side-long glance Regulus had given you made you retreat into your dorm room for the rest of the night.

Still, you needed to finish that essay and you headed down the steps, pausing halfway down to calm your racing heart. The common room was cold and empty - it usually was in the winter, given that most Slytherin students went home for the break. You shivered violently - the cold that nestled into your bones in early October had refused to leave. Now, without at least a jumper or two under your robes, you were constantly shivering.

You glanced at all the tables - there was no parchment or quills. There was no one still here that would want to steal your essay or your quills, so you were surprised to see all your stuff gone and the common room completely clean. You searched everywhere in case the house elves had moved it while cleaning, but you couldn't find it anywhere.

Tears started brimming in your eyes knowing that those were the only quills you had and there wasn't much chance that you could afford to buy a whole set of new ones and finish your essay before Christmas day.

"Good morning, Canari." You whirled around to see Regulus standing behind you, his obsidian-black suit perfectly ironed and immaculately clean. His hair was perfectly coiffed - as it usually was - and his face clean of the stubble you knew that he was able to grow. Not a hair out of place. Never a hair out of place. Why couldn't you be more like Regulus - perfect without trying. Skinny and pretty and fun to be around. Not always worrying about if you were trying too hard.

A lone tear slipped out of your eye and down your face. Regulus was there in an instant, his hands grasping your face, thumbs wiping away any tears.

"What's wrong, Canari? Why are you crying?" Regulus said, pulling you into his chest. You felt him stiffen against you, his fingers running over your protruding spine. But you nestled into his warmth, the chill in your bones just barely sated by his heat.

You looked up into his eyes, sniffling, "Someone took all my stuff."

"What?"

"I forgot my stuff down here last night - my essay for Binns and all my quills were on the table, but now they're gone," your breathing picked up as you began to panic, "And I can't afford to buy a whole new pack of quills, which means that I won't be able to finish any of my other essays and Professor McGona-"

"Canari. I have your stuff." Regulus interrupted, his arms running up and down your back, "It's okay. I took it to my dorm before I went to bed. Here." Regulus led you to the staircase leading up to his dorm and made you wait as he dashed upstairs and got your things. He handed them to you in a neat pile before leading you back to your dorm with his hand on your lower back. "Put your stuff away and then come down with me. Let's eat breakfast together."

Alarm bells started ringing in your head. Eat? Now? With so much to do? How could you waste your time? But you couldn't make Regulus more suspicious of your behaviour.

You head down to the Great Hall with him, pulling at your sleeves as he placed all manner of pies and treats on your plate. You felt nauseated by the smell alone.

It didn't skip your notice how Regulus looked at you as if you were going to break at any second. Hell, he probably thought you already had.

You turned the corner off the path to head into the Forbidden Forest. If any of the Professors found you out here they'd give you a detention. That coincidentally would mean that you missed dinner. Two birds, one stone.

You set off on your run, keeping to the border of the forbidden forest, but deep enough in that no one would be able to see you without looking. You kept a steady pace - you were used to this routine. If you overate, you'd run until you felt exhausted and then you'd slip back into the dorm and skip dinner.

Except the snow was never normally this heavy and with every breath you exhaled a puff of smoke left your lungs. The inhales were almost painful, the cold air rough on your fragile lungs. You could hear your heart pounding in your head and your ears were starting to ring but you ploughed on.

What a mistake that was. You feel your foot slipping before you can even grab onto something. The next thing you know everything was black.

Regulus was worried. He'd paid close attention to your ever-deteriorating health, and he was worried, to say the least. After you'd run from lunch with him and Barty, he'd followed you back to the dorm. You hadn't even noticed him trailing you as you almost ran back to the common room. You'd slammed your dorm door shut and hadn't left for hours. You'd finally left when you thought no one was in the common room, dressed in some sweatpants and a jumper that was far too thin for this ghastly weather. He'd grabbed his own coat and a spare jacket for you, before following you through the hallways. He'd contemplated calling your name once, but clearly, there was something going on. And Regulus wanted to know what.

You'd slipped out of one of the doors to the courtyard and set off on a light jog down toward Hagrid's hut. That's odd, Regulus thought, you didn't have detention. Of course, it didn't pass his mind that you may just be running. After all, who would willingly go on a run in the middle of December in Scotland. Still, he watched as you ran down the steps that led to the now frost-covered pumpkin patches. Maybe you needed to collect something from him, he thought. Yes, that's probably it. Far more likely than Miss 'golden-girl' having a detention. Professor Kettleburn probably needed something and sent you to go get it.

His confusion only multiplied when you bypassed Hagrid's hut and disappeared into the thicket of the Forbidden Forest. Regulus picked up his pace, making sure that he wasn't caught as he followed your footsteps. He tried to keep up but you were always a faster runner than him, always making it to class on time even if you were both running late. He quickly lost you, having to resort to tracking your footsteps through the deep snow. He was ever more confused as to why you were out here - if anyone caught you here, you'd have a month's worth of evening detentions. Not the best way to start the year.

When he finally caught up to you, his heart dropped to his feet. You were lying face down in the snow, clothing soaked through. He knelt beside you, his hands running over your face as he softly called your name. Your skin was cold to the touch, causing Regulus to panic. He quickly bundled you up in the spare coat he brought with him. He removed the scarf from around his neck and wrapped it around yours, before tucking your hands into the pocket of the jacket.

He hoisted you up in his arms, wrapping his arms securely under your body. He slowly started walking back to the castle, being careful to avoid anyone seeing him leave the Forbidden Forest - the last thing he needed was the both of you getting in more trouble. He carried you through the hallways to the hospital wing, rapping his knuckles sharply against the window while you remained unconscious in his arms.

Madam Pomfrey was quick to open the door and, at the sight of your unconscious body, ushered you both inside, helping Regulus to lay you on one of the free beds. She laid a thick blanket over you and dug out a heating potion to dispel the chill from your bones. Regulus just sat by your side and held your hand. It was ice-cold as usual, but somehow Regulus never wanted to let go.

"...Mr. Black?" Madam Pomfrey asked, but Regulus had missed the question while he was staring at you. He looked up at her questioningly, silently asking her to repeat the question, "I said, will you get some dry clothes for her? I trust that you have something you can give her."

Regulus nodded dumbly, leaving the hospital wing before breaking into a run. He ran upstairs and pulled a sweater and some sweatpants for you. They would be big on you but hopefully, they would keep you from getting too cold. His heart was pounding as he returned to the hospital wing.

He diligently gave the jumper and sweatpants to Madam Pomfrey, before turning around so she could change your clothes modestly. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, he wanted to tell Madam Pomfrey, but somehow he was sure that she wouldn't appreciate that sentiment.

Once she was done and you were nestled under two layers of blankets and in clean clothes, Madam Pomfrey turned back to Regulus.

"Mr. Black, I'm going to have to collect a report from this accident from you, if you would so oblige."

"Uhh, of course, yeah. Um, well," Regulus prided himself on being a good liar, but under so much pressure, not so much. "We found a - uh - salamander on the fifth floor by the library when we were studying there earlier. She said she'd go tell Hagrid so she headed down to his hut. I wanted to find her to finish my essay before dinner so I headed down to see Hagrid, but then I found her lying in the snow."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, "Did Hagrid find out about the Salamander?"

Regulus nodded, "Yeah, one of the third years told him. I heard them talking about it while I was looking for her." It wasn't a total lie. Two third years had found a Salamander by the fifth-floor boys' toilets. They'd told Hagrid, and Regulus had overheard them talking about it.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, sealing away the report and filing it away. Regulus stood up to go back to the common room when Madam Pomfrey stopped him.

"She's incredibly thin, Mr. Black. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" Regulus shook his head, "It's worrying how underweight she is. You haven't noticed anything? Anything out of the ordinary?"

Regulus shook his head again before turning around to leave the hospital wing. He knew something was wrong. He just didn't know what.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you could feel was heat. You were warm. After months of being on the edge of freezing all the time, it was nice.

The second thing you noticed was the smell of cologne. A familiar cologne. Regulus' cologne. It was an expensive one - the Black family was rich and they weren't scared to show it off.

You opened your eyes slowly, grateful for the darkness. You looked towards the window to see that it was nighttime. You furrowed your brow in confusion. You could have sworn that it was just past lunch. You pushed yourself up further only to realise that you were in the hospital wing.

Before you could push yourself up even further, a voice interrupted you, "And just where do you think you're going, young lady?" Madam Pomfrey walked up to you with a glass of pumpkin juice in hand and two tablets. "You're dehydrated. And possibly have a concussion. You should be glad Mr. Black found you when he did."

Regulus found me? How the hell did he know where I was?

You took the pills from her hand and swallowed them down quickly. You savoured the taste of the Pumpkin Juice - it had been so long since you'd had the calorie-filled drink.

You turned to the door just in time to see Regulus walk in. It was as if he had exhaled for the first time seeing you awake. His shoulders dropped, his chest relaxed and all the tension in his face melted away.

He sat by your side gently, letting you finish the juice. Madam Pomfrey spoke up again, "Now, young lady, do you want to explain that nasty little fainting spell?" She said, her eyebrows raised as she scrutinised you.

"Uhh, well - I was - uh - walking down to Hagrid's hut, and - uh - my ears started ringing, and I think I fell." You said, your voice hoarse from disuse.

"And it has nothing to do with the fact that you are underweight?" Madam Pomfrey pressed.

"I've just been nauseous the last few days." You lied quickly, slightly recoiling under her heavy words, "I think it's stress but it might be a bug. I remember Pandora complaining about her stomach the night before she went home."

Madam Pomfrey seemed convinced. Regulus less so. As soon as Madam Pomfrey left, he turned to you.

"You lied." You shifted nervously under his intense gaze.

"I didn't. I have been nauseous all week."

"If you were nauseous, why were you on a run?"

"I thought the fresh air might help."

"Fresh air in the Forbidden Forest? Bullshit." Your heart dropped. He'd followed you there.

"Why did you follow me?"

"Why were you there alone? If I hadn't followed you and you'd fainted, you would have been dead by the time anyone found you."

"Oh, so I guess that means I should thank you now, should I? Oh, thank His Lordship, Mr. Black for saving my life, even thOUGH NO ONE ASKED HIM TOO!" You exclaimed, seething. You threw his hands off you and tried to push him away but he refused to budge.

"Stop being difficult," Regulus said, pulling the blankets back over your frail body.

"OH I'M BEING DIFF-"

"JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH!" He interrupted, his blue eyes blazing with fury. You could just about pick out the lingering concern that was embedded in his gaze. You saw red.

"GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" You pushed Regulus away with every ounce of strength in your body. He fell off the chair, crashing to the ground in an undignified heap.

You watched, in horror at what you'd done, as he walked over to the door. He cast you a longing glance as he left, almost as if he was begging you, pleading you to let him in, to not shut him out. To let him help you.

You sighed. You weren't sure if you could be helped.

On Christmas Eve, Madam Pomfrey let you go back to your own bed, with the promise that you'd visit her every day so she could check up on you. Regulus hadn't visited since you told him to leave, and a small part of you was glad that he hadn't. The rest of you had missed him dearly.

You felt him walk up to you as you lounged on one of the sofas in front of the fire.

"Room for one more?" He asked hesitantly, standing in front of you. You shuffled to the edge of the sofa to give him room to sit down.

"So how are you?" He said, hands toying with his wand as he tried to avoid staring at you.

"We don't have to do this, Reg. Can we just let it go?" You sighed, hoping that you didn't have to get into this conversation right now.

"Yes, we do. Tell me, Canari, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine, Reg." You both sat in awkward silence, not exactly knowing how to approach this conversation. "I'm gonna - uh - go. Now. Uh - bye."

You stood up, trying to escape into your dorm room, but Regulus beat you to it - blocking you with his body. It wasn't fair that he was almost a whole head taller than you.

"No, what's going on? Are you sick?" Regulus insisted, hands coming up to brush your arms. You shuddered at the gentle touch, but he still didn't pull away.

“Reg-”

“Canari.” he insisted. "Don't lie to me."

You took a deep breath. "I'm sick," you whispered quietly, but loud enough for Regulus to hear it.

He shifted on his feet, “What do you mean?”

You looked at him, noting the tears building up on his lash line. Regulus never cried. More than once, Barty had joked that the 'snowman didn't have a heart'. You shook your head, "It won’t make sense."

"Then help me understand."

You took a few breaths, trying to get your thoughts in order. Regulus led you back to the couch, his large warm hands covering your cold frail ones. You tried to get your thoughts in order, tried to figure out where to start. Well, it's probably best to start at the beginning. “I don’t know what happened. I was just supposed to lose a little weight. I started eating less, doing some muggle workouts. And it worked. But now - now, now I just can't stop." you finished.

Regulus' face contorted to one of concern. You avoided his gaze, your eyes filled with tears at finally revealing your secret. Regulus pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest. You nestled into them, your head of his heart as sobs started to wrack your body. Regulus held you tightly, whispering that it would be okay. He breathed deeply and steadily, hoping you would fall into rhythm with him.

Eventually, your heaving breaths slowed, and you began to calm down. After a few moments of silence, Bucky asked “How long has this been going on?”

"Since the summer break. But I think the problem's been going on a lot longer than that." You whispered into his chest, defeated.

Regulus took a deep breath, his mind relaying all the suspicious behaviour he'd picked up on over the past term. "Why didn’t you say anything?"

You shrugged weakly, "It wasn’t your problem."

You jostled in his lap as he turned you to face him. "Canari. Your problems are my problems. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm here? Because I want to be here. For you. I want to help, Canari. Please." You avoided his gaze because you knew what you'd find. Genuine concern. Something you weren't sure if you deserved. "You always help me or anyone else whenever we need it. Remember when Pandora had those nightmares for months and every night you'd hold her hand until she fell asleep? Or when Barty told us that he was afraid of the dark so you gave him an enchanted tea candle that would never go out? Hmm? If we were going through this, wouldn’t you want to help us?"

"Of course, I would," you said firmly, tears building up in your eyes again. You rubbed the way with the corner of your sleeve, but Regulus caught your hand.

"So why can’t you let me help you the same way?" he asked, his eyes shining with sincerity.

You shook your head lightly, "It’s not that simple, Reg."

"Why?"

"Because.”

"Because what?"

"It's just not the same," you said a little louder, pushing yourself off his lap. You had to put a distance between him and yourself, or you knew that you would break. You turned around heading in any direction that was not here, not in front of the only man capable of reducing you to tears.

"I don't get it. What’s the difference between me and you? Why can’t you-"

“Because I don’t HATE you!” you exclaimed, turning around to face him again. The pain in your eyes was evident as you tried to shrink further into yourself. Regulus was up in an instant, cradling your head in his hands as if you were a porcelain doll. You took a shuddering breath, "It’s not the same thing because I don’t hate you. I want to help you all, because you are good people, and I like you."

Tears streamed down your face as the confession spilled from your lips. You told him about everything, the loneliness, the self-loathing, the punishments, everything. Regulus stood there as you sobbed in his arms and confessed to him, taking every beating and tucking it away in the corner of his frozen heart that was reserved for you.

When you had finally settled, Regulus looked at you sadly. His gaze was heavy as if he was trying to see if there were any other secrets you were hiding. "Is that really how you feel about yourself?" he asked, saddened even more when you began nodding. "What did you do that was so wrong?"

You didn’t know. The loneliness that had plagued your childhood had melted into the insecurity that you didn't belong anywhere, and you never would. So slowly, you accepted that you never would. Your voice was weak when you spoke up again, "I'm sick, Reg. I know that. But I don't think this kind of sick can be healed by one of Madam Pomfrey's potions. People catch colds or break bones - those can be fixed. And once it's fixed, it won’t bother them again. But this," you gestured your body repeatedly, "this I don’t know if I fix. I don’t know how, I don’t know where to start. It’s me against me. It's a losing game. I’m not the kind of sick that gets better, Reg," you shrugged slightly and shook your head.

Regulus wrapped his arms around you tighter, "There's always a cure."

"Not for me."

"No. You're not giving up. YOU CAN'T FUCKING GIVE UP WHEN YOU HAVEN'T EVEN TRIED TO GET BETTER!" Regulus wasn't one to lose composure ever. In fact, Regulus wasn't one to show much emotion at all, but here he was, crying and yelling over you. Trying to convince you to get better. He tucked his chest into you, whispering, "Please. Please, you can't- you can't leave me here. Not alone, please, Canari."

You rested your face on his head, your cheek pressed against his beautiful curly hair. You stayed like that, you pulled into his lap, his head cocooned into your chest, your head laying on the top of his head. Both of you expended every last tear in your body before he spoke up again.

“Can I try to help?"

"Hmm?"

"I mean you want to get better? Right?" Regulus removed himself from your chest and looked into your eyes. His hands traveled to rest on your face. You nodded. "You can always talk to me about anything," You avoided his gaze, "you know that right?"

At the uncertain look on your face, Regulus stiffened. You quickly spoke up, "It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do, but-" You paused thinking how best to word this.

"Yes?"

"It’s just that I don’t want to disappoint you," you said, your voice trailing off as you spoke. "I don’t want to fuck up and end up hurting you because I couldn’t be better. I don’t want you to worry every bloody day. You don't deserve that." you took a deep breath and looked away again. "I don’t want you to leave because I couldn’t be strong for you."

"Is that really what you think I would do?" Regulus asked, his tone growing angrier. You cowered under his anger, and Regulus noticed. He tried to level his breathing as he continued, "I would never be disappointed with you, because you're trying your best. You said it: you're sick. And sometimes it takes time to heal. And you're healing for you, so that you can have a happy life. A long life." He paused, considering whether to add this next part, "No matter whether that life has me in it."

You leaned into him again, his arms wrapping you into a tight hug. Your life would always have Regulus in it, no matter how long, short, sick, or healthy it would end up being. Regulus made you promise to go back to Madam Pomfrey in the morning to tell her the whole truth.

"Promise you will be there the whole time?" you asked softly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, and exhaustion washed over you.

His arms tightened around you, "I promise. As long as you promise not to give up. Even when it gets hard."

You smiled your first proper smile in what felt like an age.

"I promise."

fin.

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vxntagedior · 1 year

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Can i request bf!Rafe taking you dress shopping for midsummers?

Maybe he sees that you like a specific dress but don’t want to go get it bc it is expensive

"what's the holdup baby?" rafe frowned, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

you stood in front of mirror, examining the dress once again. it was perfect, it fit you beautifully, the material was amazing and it matched with rafe's tux.

but it was way out of your budget. you couldn't justify buying a dress that much knowing you were only going to wear it once.

"it's too expensive." you frowned turning to look at him. "it's okay though, i'm going to get the other dress."

when you went back into the dressing room, rafe was able to find the lady who helped the two of you, handing her his card.

"the last dress she bought, the one she was just wearing, charge it." he spoke.

rafe wanted midsummers to special and he knew if you didn't have the right dress it wouldn't be right for him, if you weren't happy, neither would he.

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gurugirl · 18 days

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I need a breeding kink blurb PLS 🙏🙏🙏

⛔️ WARNING ‼️ SMUTTY SMUT BREEDING KINK SIZE KINK ALL THE KINK (enjoy 🤭) + plus a link to an audio porn on tumblr to really get into that wet pussy sound 🙈 I'm so sorry in advance but I am in fact ovulating according to my calculator and this was... Anyway there's no plot, this is basically only smut. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS KIND OF THING THANK YOU

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"Oh baby... look a'you... getting stuffed so deep. Loves getting her little pussy filled up and bred yeah? Need Daddy's come honey? Need me to put more babies in this belly? Fuck you til your tummy's swollen, your tits are full of milk, and pussy ruined?"

"Mmm..." you tried moaning but you were out of breath and your gargled noises were stifled by the way he was plowing into you, long and heavy strokes that dipped into your guts and punched the air from your lungs. All you could do was lie there with your legs spread apart as he fucked the life from you. His fat cock was making your walls ache he'd been going at if for so long.

"Can't speak, little mama? Don't want the kids to hear do we? That's right... just let daddy fuck you til your come hole is full of my sperm and let it sink in deep so I can knock you up over and over again. Likes her pussy stuffed with cock and come and her womb full of babies..."

Harry loved it when you were pregnant. You already had two kids and he was raring to go for a third. But so were you. You loved watching him be a dad. And you'd love to see him holding another tiny baby again - your tall, tattooed, and strong husband holding that delicate bundle against his chest with tears in his eyes, humming a tune and swaying slowly back and forth. Just for that, you'd give him as many babies as he wanted.

"Already had you stuffed with all my cream this morning, now here you are all sweaty and gagging for more. Fucking need it don't you? Gonna take my come honey? Little mama wants it, yeah?"

You could barely nod but you managed to knock your head back and forth. You were exhausted after he'd already given you two orgasms but now you could feel him coming to his end, his arms were shaking and his thrusts were getting sloppy with that big cock twitching as he stretched your walls. His impressive size was addicting.

"You ready? Think you can take another load?"

"Mmmm..." a pathetic wet mumble fell from your lips as Harry choked out a groan, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake the kids and you felt him throb and throb as he dropped his mouth open wide and pasted his hips against yours, unloading hours and hours worth of vital come into your womb, his balls emptying every drop inside of you.

You were very much done for by the time he pulled out but Harry wasn't. He angled your hips up with a heaving chest and stuffed himself back inside, holding his shaft to keep steady as he fucked his come into you, "There we go. Let's get that all in there," he watched as he dipped inward, keeping you full of his sperm, wet squelches (NSFW LINK - opens up a tumblr audio porn, no visuals 😈) coming from your pussy with the way he was plunging back into you to make sure his come didn't leak out, "Get that pussy fed and happy," he hissed as he pumped in gently, his cock sensitive to the touch after his orgasm.

He enjoyed the view of it... your shiny puffy pussy wrapped around his thick shaft as he pushed his come back inside you until he couldn't stay hard any longer. You were sure that was baby number three.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 8 months

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Ooh can you do like our Simmer lovebirds wedding planning 😭

“What’s wrong?”

Eddie had come home with arms full of groceries to find you hunched over the dining table, face buried in your hands and he knew well enough now that the direct approach was best with you.

“Baby,” he said when you didn’t reply. Eddie shoved the bags on the kitchen counter and crossed the space easily, bending down by your chair and using two big hands to curl around your wrists. Gently, he tugged your own away from you, your glassy eyes appearing from behind. “Hey, hey, s’wrong, huh? You hurt or somethin’?”

“No,” you sniffed, suddenly feeling silly. But planning a wedding was pretty stressful and with two weeks to go, the catering pulling out wasn’t making it any easier. Your head throbbed. “No. Uh, the catering people called. They double booked. They cancelled.”

Eddie frowned, swearing under his breath in annoyance but when your lip trembled again, he smoothed out his face and reached for you. “Hey, no, no, none of that, ‘kay?” Eddie tutted, a sympathetic sound and he rubbed a gentle thumb under your cheek, soothing along your red rimmed eyes. “It’s okay, yeah? I’ll fix it, don’t worry.”

You hated how petulant you sounded but you couldn’t help it. “How?” You wanted to wail but your voice was a choked whisper. The level of organisation that had been needed through the whole process was starting to wear you thin. It would be worth it, you knew it would, but god. Your brain hurt. “There’s two weeks to go, Eddie, there’s no way we can fi—“

“I’ll do it,” he said simply.

You snorted, soft and amused. “You can’t cater your own wedding, handsome.”

Eddie shrugged, standing up only to pull you with him. He hummed, taking your damp face in both of his hands and leaning down to nudge his nose against your own. “Sure I can,” he indulged you in a kiss, soft and tasting like his morning coffee, the chocolate croissant and cigarette he had for breakfast. “I know all your favourite foods.”

“I’d like to think you’ll be too busy that day to cook,” you chided but you leant into him regardless, seeking comfort in the crook of his neck.

“Maybe a little,” Eddie admitted, grinning. His arms curled around you, one hand patting lightly at your butt. “But luckily, I have a whole team who only answer ‘yes, chef,’ to anything I say.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, even though the boy couldn’t see.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, lady,” Eddie muttered.

“They’re your friends,” you reminded your fiancé. “They’re invited to the wedding, Eddie.”

Eddie sighed, weary and long suffering and dramatic, like you were being purposefully difficult. He grinned when you poked at the spaces between his ribs, an argument on your lips that he swiftly kissed away. He looked down at you, affection clinging to him in every way.

“Baby, I’ll sort something, alright?”

You peered at him, stressed and unsure.

“I promise. You trust me, yeah?”

You nodded. Of course you did. That wasn’t even a question.

“C’mon, need to hear it,” there was a lilt to his voice, a playful, teasing cadence that let you know exactly what he wanted.

You pressed your lips together, evading the smile that was trying to break free. “Yes, chef.”

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withleeknow · 1 day

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how he would take care of you during shark week. ⤷ chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

pairing: jeongin x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff; menstruation obvi

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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jeongin, who is so utterly clueless that it kinda hurts your soul a little. sure it's cute, and sure he's at least trying, but holy shit, there isn't a single thought in his head when it comes to things like this. blame it on not having a sister or close female friends, you suppose.

jeongin, who stands in the supermarket aisle for the better part of an hour, with question marks materializing from the crown of his head as he internally freaks out over which products you asked him to get. in the end, he gets the wrong kind because honestly, he thinks it's your fault. you didn't specify what you needed, you just told him "regular ones with wings. any brand will do," and sent him on his merry way.

jeongin, who buys you a month's worth of snacks to satisfy your odd cravings, but ends up eating most of them himself. he swears it was an accident; you were taking a nap and he was bored and had to occupy his time somehow, seeing that he couldn't bother you while you were resting.

jeongin, whom his hyungs think is the most adorable person on earth when he asks them for advice, with questions ranging from she says her stomach hurts, what do i do? to does ramyeon help? it's the only thing i know how to cook. sometimes, he's jealous of minho, because he'd like to make you your comfort food during your time of the month too.

jeongin, who watches dozens of videos of men trying period pain simulators, and winces every time as if he was the one in the simulation. by the end of it, he's kinda thankful that he was born a guy.

jeongin, whose body heat you take advantage of when you snuggle close to him at night. you often have to kick him away from you because he runs like a damn furnace all year round, but baby bread the human heater proves to be quite useful in times like these, where you can substitute your heating pad with his arm around your waist as his warmth lulls you to sleep.

#stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you #jeongin fluff #jeongin scenarios #jeongin x reader #jeongin imagines #jeongin x you #stray kids #jeongin

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The Child Called Sharpe (Thomas Sharpe x fem! Reader Blurb)

Summary: You and Thomas Sharpe welcome your first baby and his second, as Thomas himself faces his own demons regarding his past.

Word Count: 1K (er...blurb or short oneshot, whatever)

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy and childbirth, but nothing graphic. In this version, though I try to have a more nuanced take on Lucille, In this fic I choose to portray the Lucille/Thomas relationship as nonconsensual, pedophilic, and abusive so if you don't like that don't read this, so mentions of sexual abuse, death, illness, blood with some of the canon events of Crimson Peak. But it becomes a lot of tooth-rotting fluff.

A/N: I can't please everyone with Crimson Peak on the is Lucille good or bad vrs. is Thomas good or bad discourse, so why bother trying anymore. I just wanna write my stuff. From @holdmytesseract's request!

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Love for him meant creation. It brought out Thomas’s gift of invention tenfold- for love itself was creation. For the first time in his life, an act of love brought out the child’s creation. So it was natural for Thomas to spend hours inventing more for this little child on their way.

That is, his second child. For he had a child, once, and lost that child, once.

Yes, it was a child conceived from control rather than consent…but it was still a child in need of care. A hungry baby- a human life crying for milk, and burning with fever. A child “born wrong.” A child Enola swore to fight to keep alive.

And a child that despite everything died anyway. As did Enola.

Despite Lucille’s cruelty, he did pity her grief for that child- For it was his grief as well.

Lucille caught ill and died not long after. He at least made sure she died comfortably. Warm beneath blankets on a soft bed. Assured her she was loved and kissed her cheek as she took her last breath.

It was complicated, his feelings about his late sister. He never could decide one thing about her. For everything was true- there was both in her. Lucille, both cruel and misunderstood, powerful and pitiful, villain and victim.

Though he never once forced himself on anyone or took advantage of a child as she did to him…

And yet…

He was still guilty of scheming, of blood, of darkness as she was. Of the invention that he wanted to be funded, that he bought at the price of three women’s lives…

But… assaulting him when he was little? Using his innocence until when he was grown he knew no other but her? You would tell him that even if the murders were understandable, she did cross a line in that regard.

He still didn’t know if the woman who at once was his partner, his equal, his sister as well as his jailer, his predator, his molester was deserving of it.

Or not.

Or both.

Yet, all of that darkness and blood was now in the past. Here you were his current wife. A wife who would never take advantage of him. A wife who listened and respected when he said “no.” A wife who wouldn’t push him. Wouldn’t manipulate him. Wouldn’t control him. A wife who forgave him and saw he was now trying to do right with his life, and his choices and would be there to support him.

Your pregnancy was poignant. A reminder that he had a new life now- and a life that was about to expand as your stomach did each month. A new life was about to come forth literally and figuratively for him.

In the corner of his workshop in a special box were toys he made once. Toys were made for the first child who died.

He never prayed, but he did now to whoever listened. For once, those toys would know being loved, being played, and for a baby’s laughter and delight and adoration. They wouldn’t rust from age, but with use. To be worn not with dust, but with love.

He brought out the box one morning and set it in the nursery of his new house. A simpler house compared to Allerdale Hall’s Majesty. Smaller and brighter, made of cherrywood and over earth rather than clay. But cheerful, the warmth bursting in every room.

The toys were cleaned and set ready in that nursery corner. You squeezed his hand after he did so.

When making sure you were comfortable, or when you slept or napped, away he would be in his workshop. He had a special toy shop now next to the house. So in his downtime, he would be found creating little toys that a child of any sex would love. A little teddy bear that twirled on top of a drum. A little cat that lifted to lick its little paw next to a puppy that wagged its tail.

But…what else would a baby need!? His mind was reeling. It had been too long…

Of course! A place to sleep! You had insisted the old wooden rocker would work…but he still had that itching, the gears in his mind whirring faster than any clay mine.

He took a few weeks to study the designs and then set right to work. He stayed up late, rolling up his sleeves. Working on one where if you pressed a small pedal, it would rock gently, oh so gently, as to not stir a baby to more wailing, but only to sleep.

So when he discovered that Lady Sharpe’s water broke, he insisted on staying by you.

“Thomas! But…husbands don’t..don’t usually stay!” you cried. You clutched his hand as he led you to the bed.

Lucille would urge him to leave when it was time to put a cleaver into one of the wives.

For once, he would look at the blood and the bodily innards spilling from his wife and not turn away.

He shook his head, though his hand was still in yours.

“No- My dear, all of my life, I closed my eyes and ran away. I didn’t look when things happened. Not this time- after I get the midwife, I am staying with you. I will not run away for once. I’m going to stay with my wife and keep my eyes open, no matter what I see. I love you- and for once, I am not leaving.” I will not leave you alone to deal with it now.

You grabbed him and kissed his cheek. Then he ran and fetched the midwife. He held to his word and stayed.

Labor is always long. Labor is always primal. But he waited there. Squeezing your hand, cooling your head for every painful cry and push.

Then, after the long hours, though he was a man used to blood he turned pale… Then at last there was a cry.

The midwives smiled, bringing out a little baby in their blaket. Declaring, “It’s a girl!”

You let out a smile and then a laugh of relief. Thomas kissed your hand, then looked at her. His blue eyes brimmed with tears, but for once in his life they were happy ones.

The little girl was brought out in her blanket, needing her mother’s touch- being so new to this cold world and wanting the soft embrace of knowing she was loved now that she was here.

“Look at her…look at her- our baby! Our daughter! Oh!” you cried, a mess of crying, swear, and relief—the pain of the last several hours was forgotten for the tiny baby.

“I never could imagine it,” he agreed, he pecked her tiny forehead.

Once she had settled down, you handed her over to Thomas. The warm, living bundle in his arms. Yes, her cry was loud and bright…but it only signaled that she was alive.. He had never known such joy without confinement, without limits.

The midwives and nurses were paid and thanked. They left, but though it was a long day his Daedelian mind was eager to share his gift.

As you sat in the bed after a while, Thomas got up.

“I have a gift now. For her,” he announced.

Setting you in the wheelchair for rest, he led you to the nursery. The little girl in your arms. Inside the little pastel room there was something in the middle that was tall beneath a blanket.

Thomas walked forward and slipped the blanket off. You let out a gasp.

Beneath was the cradle Thomas made. It was stunningly beautiful- a little pedal that when he stepped on it, would make it rock. Over the bed was a music box on the side that trinkled a lullabye. Stars and a crescent moon dangled were placed to spin over the babies head where she would be placed.

You gasped, seeing how ornate it was. Every bit made with love. As you got up and placed her inside, she opened her little eyes and cooed. You made a little gasp as she took in the sight- her parents and her special gift. Music, rocking, and the stars and moon to dance above her.

To think, after all he had seen, experienced, and done…that he would come to know this moment. Here it was…and he didn’t feel worthy of it.

What when she was older? His own father was a monster. And for a while, fatherhood was linked to such things…

“I only hope I shall be a good father for that little girl…” Thomas wondered..

“You already are,” you assured him. You wrapped an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek.

That night, you were set to sleep after the exhaustion of delivery and elation of the baby. Thomas offered to be there in the nursery. For she was crying through that night, as any baby. Not that she was hungry, as he found out, she just needed warmth.

He got her out of the lovely cradle and went to the rocking chair. He wanted to hold her, feel her close. Her warmth and beating heart and life.

His most precious creation of all…and the one that would survive. He knew she would.

“I promise you, my little love…” Thomas told the baby. “You will not know of attics. Of cold and punishments. Of plotting and murders. Of blood and cruelty…”

He kissed the top of her head.

“No- you will be Protected. Wanted…and loved.”

He would do everything so that his daughter would never have to suffer as he did.

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rhaenzokla · 3 months

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Smoke In My Lungs

Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader (separately)

Summary: Stoner Boyfriend head canons and blurb

CW: teasing from Gojo (ofc), sexual innuendo in Toji's blurb.

Suguru Geto

Sweet Suguru would be a wake and baker and a night-time puffer.

As soon as his eyes are open in the morning, he's reaching for his grinder and bong.

His bong is his prized possession of his smoking materials.

It's dark blue with black accents wiping all around the triangular base and long neck.

It has a wide hole as he prefers to stick his lips in the opening instead of over the lip.

He defiantly loves to put on some lo-fi in the background as he smokes.

He will absolutely smoke on his own if he can't find anyone to share his stash with, but he prefers a group setting.

He loves the bond between sharing bud and telling/listening to some vulnerable stories.

He's generous with his stash as well (except for Satoru).

One of his friends, or worse, you, doesn't have anymore stash left?

He's bagging up some from his own stash for you to take with you, but only after he smokes you out, that is.

At night, he's smoking bowl after bowl to get ready for sleep.

He's an insomniac with his work, so smoking before always helps him sleep.

Imagine his shirtless frame waking you up from the bubbling sound of his first pull of the morning, smiling at you as he releases the smoke from his lungs. "Want some, baby? It's gooooood." he asks as he waves the bong lightly in front of you. "It's 7am, Suguru, of course I want some." you playfully bite out as you sit up in the bed, taking the bong from him and slowly taking a hit. His lungs are far more used to being abused so early in the morning than yours so you take your time. His eyes droop lowly as the affects of the drug start to take over, making his heart calm and mind slow. You cuddle up into his side and block his arm in the process. "How am I supposed to hit this when you're laying on my arm baby girl?" he asks with a slight aggravated smirk. "Just light the bowl and I'll pull it for you." You're pretty sure you saw hearts in his eyes at your words and he instantly sparks up the lighter, setting to the bowl. You carefully watch the chamber as to not let it get too opaque, pulpit for him as he takes in the hit. He hums softly as he releases the smoke and kisses your head. "I think I just fell in love with you all over again..." He smiles and goes in for an actual kiss, you can taste the left over residue on his tongue. "Why?" you ask, genuinely confused." "Only stoners will know why you touched my heart just now. You'll get there in no time." He chuckles and hands you the bong.

Satoru Gojo

Satoru would be the smoker who will whip out a joint just about anytime he can, especially after any inconvenience.

As you might've guessed, Gojo's medium is joints.

He loves the classic Raw 1.5s but he also loves splurging on flavoured papers, as well as flower wraps.

He has a light blue Bic lighter that he keeps in the inside pocket of his sorcerer jacket.

He used to carry his joints in an altoids container to try and hide the smell before you, his loving girlfriend decided to gift him joint tubes.

Now its smell proof, and he doesn't have to walk around smelling like spicy baby powder anymore.

He can easily finish a joint by himself in 10 minutes or less.

While he enjoys a group sesh, he'd much rather smoke alone or with his partner.

Will only share his stash with you and Suguru, unless they can pay for their share.

Loves shotgunning with you, no surprise here, he loves teasing you, after all.

What better way to do that than to get your lips impossibly close and get the remnants of smoke he allows you to have.

Satoru had just finished up work for the day and he's making his way down the street, smoking a joint. He was meeting you for dinner at a little shoppe at the corner of this road. it hadn't been long since you had made your way to the dining space either, bumping into him on the way. "Funny seeing you here." He says with a smirk, joint lit and realising a thin line of smoke in its wake. "Were meeting for dinner, literally, right now." You chuckle because you knew he was teasing. "Hmm. I remember now... this shit is pretty good, want some?" His head tilts down towards you to gauge your reaction as he takes a slow drag. When you nodded, he pulled the perfectly burned joint from his lips and placed it against your own, his fingers touching your cupids bow in the process, sending shivers down your neck. He chuckled lightly as he pulled away and a light couch left your lips from the potency of the hit. "Let's eat and then I'll teach you how to hit this properly, maybe ill even teach you to shotgun." he finished off the joint as you both made your way to the restaurant, hand in hand.

Kento Nanami

This man, is in no way, shape or form, a stoner.

HOWEVER, he does enjoy a good edible when work gets rough, and a celebratory bowl from his pipe he has just for the occasion.

Now, normally when I say bowl or pipe, you're probably thinking of a glass blown bowl or a titanium two-hitter, but no.

His father passed his tobacco pipe down to him when he passed and since Nanami liked the taste of tobacco even more than Mary Jane, he uses it exclusively for his celebratory bowls.

What celebrations he might break it out for is an engagement announcement, baby announcement, death of someone, and/or birthdays (under certain circumstances)

His favourite type of edible is gummies. They're easier to eat without leaving a residue in his mouth, and its not overly sweet.

He'll definitely take his edible in whatever way you want to make them, but he doesn't have a big sweet tooth, but he'll eat anything you make for him.

"Hey baby! Welcome home!" You smiled wide as your boyfriend walked into the kitchen. "How was work?" He smiles at you, immediately brightening his day. "Not so bad now, Angel." He pulls you into his chest for a quick hug before he realises what he smells. Marajuana and sugar flood his nose after he realises its there. "What ya making, sweetheart?" you can see his nostrils flare slightly as he takes in the smells. "Just some chocolate chip cookies for you. wanted to try a new recipe and since we have that trip coming up soon, I thought that now would be the best time to try it. They should be ready any min-" you were cut off by the timer on the oven, you pull the cookies out and let them set. Two hours and two cookies, for each of you, later and you are relaxing in each others arms on the couch with a random movie on in the background. Both of your eyes start drooping as you slowly drift off in each others arms. Maybe you only need one cookie next time. This recipe is really good.

Toji Fushiguro

This man right here, is the king of stoners.

Bitch is broke because he spends all his money on upping his stash.

He ONLY smokes blunts and wraps. Mofo will pack that shit tight.

And know that he will be using the stash he dropped on his couch two days ago to fill in the gaps.

He can't afford to let any of it go to waste.

He has a four compartment grinder and he waits until he's done with his oz to open the kief collector and smoke a kief only blunt.

He smokes in the morning, during the day, at night before he sleeps, he'll even wake up in the middle of the night and roll another blunt.

Expects you to have your own stash if you wanna smoke with him, no charity cases with him. Even for you, pookie.

Will smoke in a group setting, but he not sharing, and he's the only one allowed to roll.

Rolls fat dubies that take forever to smoke because he packs those shits hella tight.

Makes sure his shit burns slow to make it last.

Toji grumbles under his breath as you make your way down the street, towards a shoppe you wanted to stop by for some time now. "You don't have to come in, babe. Just stay out here, ill be just a second." You smiled sweetly at the tall, fit figure looming over some poor kid that was sitting at the bench closest to the store. The kid instantly booked it when he realised Toji was going to sit and wait for you. He waits deadass two minutes before he gets impatient and pulls out his smoking case, pulling a pre wrapped blunt from the sleeve, holding it in his mouth like a cigarette as he flicks his lighter, carefully lighting the dark brown blunt. He's half way done with it by the time you return back to him, bags in your hands. "See you couldn't wait for me?" You look at him with a fake pout. He stands, taking your hand in his and walking towards your shared apartment. "This is the blunt with just my stash. We can crack our shared one open at home. Then maybe I can crack something else after with those clothes in your bag." He snickers as he pulls one side of your bag open to see a set of lingerie. "Who said I bought this for you?" you snicker evilly as his eyes darkened and stayed silent the rest of the way home. You knew what you were doing, and he knew it too.

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LEWIS HAMILTON MASTERLIST

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― ✦ SOCIAL MEDIA AU

it's just us against the world (f): Some fans noticed how Leiws is constantly listening to Y/n’s songs and decided to back him up and make it happen a bit faster. Will their cupid play work?

jealousy, jealousy (f): After a red carpet interaction, people are shipping Yn with Chris Evans without knowing that she’s dating a pilot. What will Lewis do when he sees the fuss internet is making about it?

a friend of a friend (f): After a friend in common introduced them, Lewis and Yn can’t seem to stay away from each other, and the fans are quick to catch and manifest a relationship.

part of your world (f): What happens when Lewis goes to the theater with his nephews and realizes he now has a new favorite Disney movie. The princess? Ynl Yln and she’s definitely fairytale-worthy outside the screens as well.

she's that girl (f): Lewis would never imagine that something, or rather someone, could take his attention off Beyonce during her own show, but one of her dancers did

sunshine (f): In which Lewis starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.

moonshine (f): In which Lewis is sunshine, but dates a grumpy!reader and fans start noticing how different they are.

food baby (f): Yn is used to posting her belly after meals, claiming it’s her “food baby”, but fans are hell-bent on waiting for the reveal of a real baby Hamilton.

mó paz (f): It’s time for the Interlagos GP and fans are excited to see how Lewis’ Portuguese sounds after becoming a citizen AND dating Yn.

after the afterparty (f): Fans have been watching Yn and Lewis interact since she first started attending races. Nothing seemed enough for them to pinpoint what was going on between the two until the Las Vegas Gran Prix happened, and contrary to the belief, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas. Yn and Lewis are about to find out.

your time (a): A couple months after the biggest breakup in the F1 paddock, your song gets leaked, and the internet uproars about your relationship again. This time they have more ammunition than ever to feed the narrative that Lewis Hamilton cheated on you. Are they right though?

more than friends (f): You’re friends with Lewis, but fans don’t buy the “just friends” discourse - for them, you and Lewis make the most powerful couple, even if you’re not famous. And maybe they’re right, maybe you’re supposed to be more than friends.

― ✦ BLURBS

Home (f)

Essays and cuddles (f)

More than friends (a)

― ✦ REGULAR IMAGINES

the phantom of miscommunication (a): Dating a professional athlete is hard, and it’s even harder when you are famous too, and your schedules just keep crashing. How will their love beat their insecurities?

haunted (s): Lost in the years, lost in the days, Lewis Hamilton haunts the house that once was his. The house where he was killed. And the house that now has new inhabitants. He was used to blowing candles, breaking chinas, and it being enough for the curious newbies to leave. However, it was the first time he met someone who wouldn’t act terrified by his presence. Yn was curious, and that curiosity had a price. Lewis was the one who would collect the debt.

bad religion (s)✷: He used to be a sinner, maybe that’s why nowadays he has so much compassion for those. Your kindness, however, can be your downfall. Especially when directed towards a demon. A breach and a hand to hold were all that Yn needed to complete the Devil’s wish. Lewis should have crushed the snake’s head before she swiftly bit him.

this love is ours (f): Relationships aren’t usually easy. Add to it the fact that you date a world champion racing driver, and your dad doesn’t really like said driver and the media is ready to dissect every move you make. At the end of the day, the stakes are high and the waters can be rough, but what you share with Lewis is true love, and it’s yours

heartdresser (f): When Lewis finds himself just a couple days away from a racing weekend and without his usual braids he desperately searches for suggestions of available hairdressers in the area. As the saying goes, love can come from the most unexpected places, and Lewis is about to discover that this is, in fact, true.

― ✦ HEADCANONS

♡ lewis dating a korean girl ♡ lewis marrying a desi girl ♡ lewis as a dad ✷

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harrystyles day one of honeymoon: already annoyed her 🫠

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yourinstagram just to clarify he was meant to look for directions before leaving the hotel and we had no cash, no wi-fi and didn't speak the language. 😡

pilowpersonpp no yeah. i would have divorced him by now.

harrystyles i said i was sorry! 😞

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harrystyles i didn't hear you compain last night!

yourinstagram this is a family show, harold!

gemmastyles pls don't leave him. he doesn't know better. he is just a baby.

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gemmastyles shave it!

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yourinstagram say hi to meatball 🐶!

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harryfans293 does this mean that Harry is a dad?

harrysfan031 he is! he is a daddy.

yourmom Another dog?

yourinstagram this will be the last I swear 🙏🏼

yourmom you said the same thing abt the last one. 🙄

yourinstagram i can't help myself ☺️

harrystyles why am i not part of this picture? and where is my hat? 😒

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harrystyles two weeks since our wedding. two weeks of being yours. two weeks of utter blissfulness❤️

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gemmastyles still waiting for those wedding pictures

niallhoran so happy for you two 💞

annetwist I can't wait until you both get back!

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harryfan2156 harry was seeing having dinner on his own last night on the south of italy. Is the honeymoon over already? Is there trouble in paradise? 🙃

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harryfan24 girl he posted abt her last night

yourinstagram You all really love to push this narrative.😂 I was simply sunburned and had a migraine, so I opted for room service. Not that I owe anyone explanations about my marriage.

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enews A few hours ago, Harry Styles was spotted enjoying his honeymoon with his newly wedded wife, Y/N Y/L/N. They were seen laughing and sharing kisses, putting to rest any rumors of trouble in paradise. Just two days prior, speculation had arisen after Harry was seen dining alone. The celebrated author set the record straight in a comment, stating, "You all really love to push this narrative. I was simply sunburned and had a migraine, so I opted for room service. Not that I owe anyone explanations about my marriage." What do you think about her comment?

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harryflowers I think you should all mind your own business and let them enjoy their honeymoon in peace. 😐

harrysfan4ever this is exacly what Y/N is talking about in her comment. leave them alone! let them live. 🙃

harrytruestfan i think the world has bigger things to worry than what Harry and Y/N are doing.

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hii! i love your writing, and i’ve been like bed-ridden for the past two days from really high fever and couldn’t help but wonder how Coryo would act and maybe comfort reader if she’s sick, and i was wondering if you could maybe please do a little blurb about that? thank you!! 🤍🤍

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When you didn’t show up for your study session, he’d never admit it, but Coriolanus was worried. You never missed your study dates and, as a result, Coriolanus thought that it was very odd when you didn’t turn up. He sat and thought about it for a while and realised that you hadn’t actually spoken to him for the past couple of days and that began to freak him out even more. Coriolanus thought that he’d finally found someone who accepted him as he is and it terrified him to think that you might have change your mind.

The moment he arrived at your house, your mother let him in, pointing him in the direction of your bedroom, knowing that you’re the reason he’d come. He knocked lightly on your door, opening it gently when he heard you call softly. He was greeted by the sight of you curled up in bed, practically smothered by your blankets.

‘Hi, love,’ Coriolanus murmured softly, not wanting to disturb you. The sound of his voice had you sitting up in bed slightly, not expecting him to have come.

‘Coryo? What are you doing here?’ you asked and the moment you spoke, he knew you were ill. Your voice was scratchy and you sounded tired. Even from the doorway, he could see that your eyes were red and you were shivering.

‘I was worried,’ he admitted and you noted the wary look in his eyes, clearly unused to admitting things like this. ‘I haven’t heard from you for a couple of days and then you didn’t show up to our study date so I thought you were avoiding me or trying to break up with me.’

‘No!’ you exclaimed, your voice cutting out by a cough before you sat up a bit straighter, leaning on the headboard. ‘I’ve just been ill, I haven’t looked at my phone so I wasn’t able to text you. I don’t want to break up, I’d never want that!’

Coriolanus felt a wave of relief wash over him as he made his way further into the room, closing the door gently behind him. He walked over to your bed and sat on the edge. ‘Are you cold?’ he asked, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. ‘Baby, you’re burning up,’ he said, making to move some of the blankets off of you in an attempt to cool you down.

‘It’s just the fever,’ you protested, pulling the blankets back around you, ‘I’m actually freezing.’

‘You’re cold?’ he asked, furrowing his brows, absentmindedly tightening the blanket around you. ‘Have you called the doctor because your skin is boiling to the touch but you’re cold and - ’

‘I don’t need to call the doctor, it’s just the flu, Coryo, I’ll be fine in a couple of days,’ you reassured him, cupping his cheek with your palm and he couldn’t help but notice that your skin was slightly clammy.

Coriolanus looked at you for a couple of seconds, still trying to decide if he was going to call the doctors or not. However, the look in your eyes told him that there was no point in trying to convince you. Sighing, he untucked the blanket and slid in next to you, pulling you to lay across his chest, his ice cold hands resting against your skin, trying to break your fever. ‘Wait, what are you doing?’ you protested, trying to escape his hold. ‘You’ll get ill too.’

‘If I get ill I get ill,’ he replied calmly, ‘but I’m not letting you sit on your own. So, we’re going to lay in bed, watching whatever films you want until you get better. Understand?’

You hid your smile in his shirt before replying in a muffled voice.

‘Understand.’

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Instagram prompt with Laura harrier ?

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yourinstagram all smiles lately 🥹

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yourbff my girl got her dream job ily

jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻

harryfan1 i’m here bc harry followed her hello

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↳ harryfan3 and jeff also commented who is sheee

↳ harryfan4 she was in the lnt music video and she’s a photographer !

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anthonypham ❤️

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City II. August, 2022.

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harryfan1 BABYYY

harris_reed It’s giving camp candy cane and I’m obsessed

yourinstagram I can’t wait to see the show 🤍

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↳ yourinstagram oh just a silly little photographer

↳ harryfan2 NEW TOUR PHOTOGRAPHER I CALLED IT

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rollingstone Presenting our first-ever global cover star: The world's most wanted man, @Harry_Styles.

The pop icon opens up about his huge year, his two new films, activism, sexuality, therapy, and more.

Photographer @.yourinstagram

Writer @.brittanyspanos

Styling @.harry_lambert

[…]

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harryfan1 OMFGGGG

harry_lambert Angel ❤️

yourinstagram i still can’t believe i got this honor 🥹 thank you thank you @.harrystyles @.jefezoff @.rollingstone

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harryfan2 MY BABYYYYY

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yourinstagram i had the honor of a lifetime photographing @.harrystyles for @.rollingstone’s first-ever global cover (also my first magazine cover ever 🥺) and i also have the honor to join his one of a kind love on tour residencies

last year i was struggling to pay rent and now this is my life, never give up on your dreams, kids 🥲

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yourbff SO PROUD OF YOU

harryfan1 aww this is so cute ! i loved the RS shoot so i can’t wait to see the pics she takes on tour

pillowpersonpp ❤️

sabrinacarpenter the best out there 🤍

harrystyles Welcome to the road x

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harryupdates “If you see a tiny lady sneaking around the pit, don’t try to kick her out and make sure to smile at her, she’s in charge of capturing all of your faces tonight and the following nights, give it up fro YN!” - Harry introducing his new photographer tonight !

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harryfan1 aww that’s cute

harryfan2 i can confirm that she’s tiny

harryfan3 i love her already

harryfan4 my baby

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yourinstagram the tiny lady who sneaks into pit 😁 thank you for the warm welcome 🤍

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harry_lambert She’s small but don’t underestimate her

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pillowpersonpp The tiny lady and the mother drummer are already best friends ❤️

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harryfan2 she took pics of me and my girlfriend last night she’s the sweetest

↳ yourinstagram dm me so i can email you those pics !

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harrystyles ❤️ x

↳ harryfan1 HARRYYYYY

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City III. August, 2022.

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harryfan2 amazing picture wow

yourinstagram my doing 🥺🥺

↳ harryfan3 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING US

YN’S INSTAGRAM STORIES

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harryupdates Harry and his photographer YN out in New York today !

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harryfan1 BABYYY

harryfan2 besties 🌟

harryfan3 i’m not going to say what i’m thinking

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yourinstagram guess who’s behind the camera now

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pillowpersonpp 💖💖👀

harryfan1 harrryyyyyy

paulithepsm yooo i wanted to thirdwheel

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harryfan3 imagine harry taking pictures of you

harrystyles Great photography skills x

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City VII. September, 2022

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harryfan1 HE DID IT AGAIN

annetwist ❤️❤️

yourinstagram i feel so honored to capture this moment 🤍

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harryfan3 i love you

YN’S INSTAGRAM STORIES

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City VIII. September, 2022.

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harryfan1 MY BOY

harris_reed Nobody puts baby in a box ❤️

yourinstagram love me some soft goods 🥰

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harryfan2 would you cancel me if i saw i would be happy if she dated harry?

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harrystyles Madison Square Garden is YN’s House x

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YN’S INSTAGRAM STORIES

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yourinstagram tonight concludes 15 nights of photographing this kind, beautiful and witty soul. 15 nights of laughter, music and lots and lots of love. i don’t know what i did right to find someone as h in my life, but i thank my lucky stars every night i did

here’s to new beginnings 🌟

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harryfan1 CUTE 🥺

annetwist I can’t wait to meet you, dear ❤️

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harryfan3 they’re dating i’m calling it

harrystyles ❤️x

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harryfan2 DID HE JUST SOFT HARD LAUNCH THEIR RELATIONSHIP???

harryfan3 I TOLD YOU THEY WERE DATING and also this is the cutest pic ever 🥺

yourinstagram can’t get you off my mind 🤍

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sirius flirting with nurse!reader in the ER

"so you come here often?" his pickup line made you snort, rolling your eyes as you continued his sutures.

trying to move his face to get a better look at you, causing you to grab his jaw, moving it back to where it was.

"you have a very pretty face and i would not like to leave a scar, would you like one?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"no." he murmured. moving his eyes over to remus who was standing next to him watching, he whispered loudly, "she thinks i'm pretty."

"did i tell you he was still a little drunk." remus said.

"yes." you laughed, "don't worry he isn't the first one to come in with a drunk injury."

"if i get hurt again can you be my nurse." looking back at sirius, it looked his eyes were hearts by the way he looked at you.

"sure." you smiled.

#fi's baby blurbs #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x nurse!reader #sirius black x fem!nurse!reader #nurse!reader #sirius black #sirius black fluff #sirius black baby blurb

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1d1195 · 1 year

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Zipper Extra I

I wanted to save this particular little blurb for a later date, but I wanted to post something now. I hope you enjoy!

It takes place after this of course: Zipper, within their first year of dating.

There are no warnings that I can see.

True to his word, he forgot her birthday. She kind of thought it was okay that he did—at least he warned her. But he was also right that it was mind-bogglingly irritating. She knew it was marked on his calendar. He drew a heart around the number on his desk calendar and she found that utterly sweet. It wasn’t entirely his fault either—he had a huge case he was working on, and it monopolized most of the week leading up to her day and then some. Any spare moment they had together within the last month was spent checking Harry’s arguments and working through pages of files.

It hurt a bit still—but she was prepared at least.

Instead of going out on her birthday, she sat in her apartment watching a trashy Hallmark movie eating ice cream and responding to plenty of birthday messages.

Gemma was the one that texted Harry.

At first it was a host of punctuated speech bubbles.

Harry.

Harry Goddamit.

HARRY

HONESTLY

I CANNOT BeLiEvE YOU

HARRY ANSWER YOUR PHONE GODDAMIT

Jesus, Harry! Do you know what today is? There were several angry emojis that followed.

Harry was still at the office debriefing his latest meeting to himself and analyzing more of this case. He honestly couldn't tell anyone why he looked at his phone in that moment. He rarely did when he had a big case like this. Gemma went unanswered most oftentimes, unless she called him—but after the fifth vibration on his desk, he couldn’t help but look.

His eyebrows pinched together reading her words. They didn't click at first. It was like he wasn't understanding the language. Surely she wasn't mad at him. Glancing at his calendar he gasped at the heart-shaped number. “FUCK,” he said out loud.

Shit, shit, shit! He responded.

You’re an idiot, Harry. She’s literally watching a movie all by herself. More angry emojis.

Harry felt sick.

Don’t mess this up! I LOVE her.

Harry dropped all of his work, it was as good as it was going to get for tonight and he would be back in the morning on a Saturday before he knew it. Harry raced to the grocery store as it was closing getting a bouquet and card while the workers grumbled at him. In the checkout line, he added a single KitKat to his order.

Outside he signed the card and then hurried to her apartment building. He caught the door as someone left and he took the stairs two at a time to her floor. Knocking quickly on her door, he barely caught his breath.

“Baby,” he whispered anxiously when the door opened.

“Hi,” she giggled at her breathless boyfriend.

“Kitten, m’so sorry,” he said hurrying through the door. He made himself at home in her kitchen finding a vase under the sink and began trimming the bottom of the flowers before adding the flower food to the water.

“For what?” She tilted her head at him curiously. He warned her!—she couldn’t be mad. She wasn’t mad. If he was going to further prove his word, he would make it up to her another day and honestly, she couldn’t wait to see what he would do. Even if he didn't do something grand, she would still forgive him. He was busy and he warned her. Despite it being her birthday, he felt the burning need to shake her. He huffed at her. “You warned me that you would forget!”

“You shouldn’t settle for that,” he grumbled angrily looking at the window across her apartment. He was mad he wasted the evening cooped up at the office, unknowingly forgetting her.

“I’m confused. Do you want me to be mad at you?”

“You literally are the most infuriating person I know.”

She giggled. “Fine, I’m mad at you.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“Harry,” she sighed. “It’s okay.” Harry didn’t want her to be mad, but he didn’t want her to settle for his stupidity. It wasn’t fair to her. She deserved the world and he hated that he constantly had to remind her—she should expect everything good and wonderful, like it belonged to her. It was exactly the reason he pushed all his feelings away. He wanted to be the best for her because that was what she deserved.

Harry felt like a horrible person. He strongly considered breaking up with her solely so she could find someone better. It was almost too much. His hands fiddling with the stems of the flowers while the wheels in his head spun about when an appropriate time to break up would be—certainly not on her birthday. But then she had a really important client visit on Monday...Valentine’s Day would be here before he knew it and so then—

Harry settled the vase on her counter and was ready to start another bout of the argument. His mind weighed his options again of just ripping the band aid off now. More of a reason she could fully hate him—what asshole breaks up with the woman of their dreams on her birthday? He couldn’t break up with her. He loved her so much—always, there wasn’t any denying it anymore. He couldn’t leave her if he wanted to. She bit her lip looking at the roses. “You got me flowers,” she said softly as if she only just really noticed.

“Honestly, kitten. I could shake you,” he shook his head quickly and sounded utterly exasperated. They weren’t even good roses—they were from a grocery store, and they were probably going to last all on the inside of twenty-four hours. “Of all the things I could do the moment I remembered—”

“No guy has ever gotten me flowers before,” she interrupted quickly gazing at them as if they were the most beautiful flowers on earth. As if they appeared from thin air.

Harry stopped his embittered rant he was about to begin and finally looked at the sweet girl: she wasn't wearing a lavish birthday outfit for a night on the town nor was she in her beautifully professional attire. Instead she looked cozy beyond belief in leggings and an oversized shirt that had sleeves that nearly reached her fingertips. She looked so fragile and small and beautiful in the middle of her darkened kitchen—just the soft light from her TV and end table lamp illuminating her. “What?” He asked quietly, nearly whispered the surprised breath out. Surely, he misheard her. That guy she dated for a year had to have gotten her flowers—there was an anniversary involved, Valentine’s Day, fuck she got her undergraduate degree in that time! There were prom dates in school. The weddings of friends she attended with a date. The men that were brave enough to ask her out when they met her, they had to have gotten her a floral arrangement just in thanks for talking to them...that’s what she deserved!

“My mom and dad are the only ones who’ve ever gotten me flowers,” she said and reached out and delicately pinched a petal between her fingers and enjoyed how soft and velvety it felt. Her face softened more as she looked at the bouquet.

Harry exhaled deeply. He forgot about breaking up with her. That was by far the stupidest idea he had ever had anyway. “Oh,” he murmured. Harry spent a lot of his life talking. He talked to clients, he talked to juries, he talked to his family and friends. Harry wasn’t someone who was at a loss for words—almost ever. But hearing how no one who’s ever even remotely cared about this poor, sweet girl outside of her family has never sent her flowers in her 27 years of life... Harry was speechless.

“That was really sweet,” she said still touching the petals of the flowers—as if she was checking to see if they were still there. “They’re beautiful,” the admiration was thick in her voice. “Thank you,” she whispered. Harry realized she was serious in her gratitude.

Harry could have cried that she was grateful for his last-minute gift. He told himself for a month he wasn’t going to forget. This was her birthday. He couldn’t forget. His brain was spinning with ideas for what he could do to make this better. He wasn’t even going to accept her thank you for the sub-par flowers. “Do you want to do anything, m’love?” He asked finally. “I’ll make any call I have to,” he promised.

“No, m’just glad you’re here,” she said sheepishly. “Could we snuggle while I finish my movie? And order some pizza?”

“Is that all you want?” Harry felt like this was the lamest, most terrible birthday she could have had.

“Well, a kiss would be pretty nice as well.”

He smiled, albeit a bit tiredly at her silly request. Shaking his head as he cupped her face. “You’re so stupid,” he said softly. Of all the things she could have asked for in that moment.

She grinned. “S’not very nice of you to say that after you forgot my birthday.”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes and kissed her so sweetly and deeply she could feel it in her toes.

When she arrived at her office on Monday—after a flurry of birthday celebrations all weekend long, no less—she found easily fifty vases of flowers lining the window shelf behind her desk. She wrinkled her nose and felt tears prick her eyes. She walked along the near forest of flowers that was her office and bit her lip as she admired all the different bouquets.

Harry wasn’t in the office yet—he had an early court hearing and wouldn’t be back for a while. She wondered when he did this. There was a note on her desk when she turned to settle her belongings down. It was handwritten by Harry, and she wanted to frame it so she could treasure it forever and gaze at it for the rest of her life.

You deserve flowers every single day, my angel

I love you, always

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ladylooch · 1 year

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would love to read anything about Nico <33 I loveee the blurbs you’ve done w him already so similar vibes to those maybe??

thank you x

A/N: Thank you for asking for more of this! It has been a stressful first week of playoffs, so let's end it with some softness from What my World Spins Around AU. I know I posted for this AU earlier today, but I just really love these two. Thank you for encouraging me to write them.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Swearing, tears/angst, fluff.

I’m having a bad day.

A few minor disturbances happened earlier like half the grocery list being out of stock and having to make an extra trip to a different store. Then I needed to stop and get gas. I pulled up to an unmarked, broken pump, having to circle around multiple times to wait for a new one. On my way up to our apartment, one of the grocery bag handles broke and smashed our eggs into the elevator floor. None of these things are big problems, but enough little things have compounded into me feeling like I am inept at existing.

This is awful timing, I think as I stir the onions and garlic in pancetta fat. I’m making Cacio e Pepe for dinner tonight. Because I am desperate for comfort food and Nico is in-between games.

Of course this would happen in the middle of the Devils playoff series with the Rangers when Nico is so focused on hockey that I only exist when I speak directly to him. I glance over my shoulder at my fiancé. His eyebrows are drawn low while he looks at his iPad stacked with clips from the Rangers Power Play. I sniff a bit, wiping at my runny nose from the few tears that have sporadically leaked out while I’ve been at the stove. This catches Nico’s attention.

“Are you okay, babe?” He asks, pausing his video and drilling his brown eyes into me.

“Yeah, the onions made my eyes water.” I lie. These are small problems that I’m not going to bother him with.

“You need those goggles.” He jokes, starting the video up again. The lack of interaction makes my body sag glumly. I feel invisible to him.

I toss the cheese, pasta lemon juice and pasta water together. The dish comes together quickly. A few spritz of seasonings has us sitting down to eat within ten minutes. I grab my glass of red wine, sucking down two glugs of it before slowly twirling my pasta onto my fork. Nico has already been eating, watching the Carolina and Islanders game play out in the living room. I’m scrolling through Instagram, looking for something funny to lift this dark cloud.

“This is amazing, baby. Thank you.” Nico murmurs, running his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip. An insurance commercial plays out on the screen, so I’m getting his undivided attention.

“I’m glad you like it.” I respond, not looking up at him, but turning the app off to focus on dinner.

Nico stills with his fork close to his mouth, reading me like an open book. When I don’t meet his gaze, his fork continues to his lips. He chews slowly, then slides his bowl to the side. His hand comes across the counter, stilling mine from nudging my pasta around.

“What’s up?” I shake my head. “No. What’s up.”

“It’s stupid.” I huff.

“I doubt that.”

“I’m just having a bad day.” I push out. My lip wobbles weakly, so I tuck it into my mouth and bite down hard.

“Were those real tears, not onion tears?” I nod my head as one spills from my lashes. “Sweets.” He sighs, scooting his chair closer to me. He encloses me in a warm, soft embrace. His designer sweatshirt is a thick, comfy fabric that brushes welcomingly against my skin. I slide my hands up his thighs to his back, clinging to him.

I feel so dumb and dramatic. Nothing bad has even happened. Why do I feel this way?

“Will you talk to me?” He asks against my hair, breath tickling my scalp.

“There really isn’t anything to talk about.” I sniff, weaving my hand between our bodies to wipe at my eyes.

“You’re crying.” He points out simply.

“I’m just being dramatic.”

“You’re rarely like this.” He shakes his head, pulling back to see my face. His thumb and pointer finger tilt my chin up.

“I don’t want to be a distraction to you. You have more important things to focus on than me.”

“What’s more important to me than you?” His hand sneaks beneath the hem of my t-shirt and rubs along the length of my spine. I say nothing, just stare at him with my red, tear-rimmed eyes. I shake my head. “Yeah, nothing.” He knows that’s not what I meant. “Come here.” His hands work themselves under my thighs to move me into his lap. I look down into his face. I raise my fingers to trace along his nose and cheek bones, purposefully avoiding those dewey brown eyes. “Baby.” He finally tires of my avoidance.

“I think I just miss you.” I finally bubble out, tucking my falling hair behind my ear.

“I’m right here.”

“You know you’re not.” He pauses, staring back at me with measured eyes. “It’s fine.” I try to walk it back. “I’m marrying the captain; I know what I signed up for.” My fingers reach out and fiddle with the strings of his hoodie, hanging down his chest. “I think I just want to go to bed.” Nico says nothing. He lets me crawl off his lap, hands falling to hang by his sides. I grab my phone, leaving my dishes and untouched food on the counter. I can feel his gaze burrowing into my back as I head to our bedroom.

Nico comes in after the Canes- Islanders game ends.

“You’re not wrong.” He mumbles to me as he pulls his sweatshirt off his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” I shake my head, not really wanting to get into it. “Hey.” His tone softens further. “I love you even when hockey consumes every moment of our lives.”

“I know. I love you too.” I avoid his eyes, picking at a piece of loose skin by my thumb nail.

Nico comes to the end of the bed, crawling up my body so he lays completely on top of me. his weight smothers me into the bed. He wiggles his cheek between my breasts. Reaching to his right, he places my hand on top of his hair. I do my part, weaving my fingers into his hair, kneading his scalp.

“I know this is hard for you. Thank you.” I lace our other hands together, squeezing his fingers in acknowledgement.

We are quiet for a few minutes. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his head. Nico sighs, settling deeper into my chest, breathing light. Eventually, his soft snores begin to ripple my shirt. I wrap my leg around his body, letting my foot rest against his solid thigh. I close my eyes, ignoring the fact that the bedroom light is on. Nico feels so good right here in my arms, nothing could move me.

My lips spread into a coy smile, taking comfort in knowing I’m the only person in the world who gets to see him like this.

#nico hischier blurbs #nico hischier fic #nico hischier #hockey writing #hockey fan fiction #NHL fan fiction #New Jersey devils

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lxve-and-lxght · 1 year

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the way we get by

joel miller x afab!reader

based on this blurb

warnings: mean!joel, hitting, edging, lowkey breeding kink, slight drinking, i wrote this at 3:00am and didn’t edit it so apologies for the mistakes

the shower water was beating down on the back of your head and you were pressing a finger to the bruise on your hip. it stung a bit but it was proof it’d happened. and you couldn’t stop smiling at the purple mark.

joel made good on his promise. he’d touched you like no one ever had. and he could tell himself over and over that he wouldn’t do it ever again but he was lying. christ, of course he was lying, you looked at him like he put the damn stars in the sky when he made you cum.

so he waited on the couch, listening to the shower run and while he just stared at the floorboards praying to God that he could keeping his fuckin’ composure.

when you finally came out of the bathroom he refused to look up and was halfway through a bottle you’d left out.

“trying to forget about me already?” you asked walking over.

“don’t start with me y/n.”

“start with you?” you chuckled, “you’re the one who started it miller.” joel stood to hover over you and gave a mean glare.

“should never have happened.” joel replied. “you’re too fuckin’ immature.”

“says the guy who stole half my moonshine to cope with the fact he had sex.” you scoffed turning to walk away. joel gripped your wrist and pulled you back into him.

“watch your damn mouth little girl.” he whispered against your cheek.

“who’s gonna make me?” you were winding him up. if the only way you could reach him was defiance, you’d do it. you didn’t care. “.. a deaf old man who couldn’t stand twenty minutes of his own thoughts?”

and he did it again. he smacked you right across the mouth and pulled your chin closer to his face.

“you’re never satisfied are you?” joel replied. your big doe eyes just stared back at him. he kissed you again. finally. fucking finally. and it hurt at first. teeth gnashing against each other till he pressed his tongue into your mouth.

your hands held desperately onto his arm and you tried to pull him closer but his hand found it’s way to your hair and pulled your head till you were forced to look him in the eye.

“tell me what you want from me y/n.” joel demanded.

“— i want you to make it hurt,” you winced when he pulled harder. “make me forget i was born in a dying world mr miller.” you teased. giving him a smile. and that was it. all the resolve he had out the window while he dragged you down the hall into your bedroom.

he pushed you back till your legs hit the bed and you fell into the mattress while he climbed over you pressing his weight against your hips and pinning you there.

“you enjoy riling me up. don’t ya?” he asked lifting your shirt up overhead and letting his hand feel up your sides and your sternum. “i know you fuckin’ do.”

joel sat back to pull your shorts down your legs and he bit into your hip as he trailed back up your body. you could feel the heat swelling in your stomach and couldn’t breathe for a second. you could feel him licking the mark he left.

and you just sighed. maybe he got off on the bruises and adrenaline just as much as you did.

“so damn pretty...” he muttered letting his hands reach into the top of your panties so he could pull those down too. “.. can’t stand your fucking attitude but you sound so. damn. pretty.”

you reached to touch his hair. you just wanted to touch him. but he pulled your hand back to your side and pushed your legs open so he could bite into your thigh. you whined out his name and he bit harder.

“fuck joel.. ” you breathed. he looked at you and his mouth was smeared in blood.

“you said you wanted it to hurt baby, no take backs.” joel smirked. he was so fucking smug. staring you right in the eye as he buried his mouth in between your legs.

“oh my fucking god!” you whined. the heat going straight to your head and scrambling your fucking brains. but he was persistent and pressed two fingers inside you.

he went at you for forever and you could feel it coming. you were almost fucking there.

you gasped and tried your best not to dig your fingers into the hand that was pressing down on your belly because he was so fucking good. joel knew how to hurt you just right. yeah tomorrow you’d be sore and whiney but tonight you were his. he pulled back but continued to fuck his fingers into you.

“this is what you wanted right princess?” joel groaned, “wanted me to fuck you so dumb you ‘forget about the world’ while you run your fuckin’ mouth about how i do it?”

you nodded your head fervently and joel withdrew his fingers.

“no don’t- why did yo-“

“ask me to fuck you y/n.” he said, licking your mess off his hand. “be a big girl for once and use your damn words.”

you pouted at him but you were burning under his gaze and at this point desperate for whatever he’d give you.

“fuck me joel..” you muttered.

“i want to hear you beggin’ me.” he smirked.

“jesus pleaseee joellll. fuck me and i’ll give you whatever you want.” you bargained, “… i’ll let you come inside me this time.”

“yeah darlin?” he asked unbuttoning his jeans. you just nodded. staring at him again with those big fucking eyes. you sat up to help him.

you pulled his jeans open and couldn’t help but run your finger over the tip, joel was red and leaking all over himself. but you just had to. and joel let out a pretty groan when you wrapped your lips around him.

he let you keep going for a few more seconds before pulling you off.

“if you suck it all out of me there won’t be any left for your pussy.” you bit your lip and smiled. “nuh uh little girl, you made a promise. bend over.”

your face was buried in a pillow when he pulled your hips back toward him and finally began to push into you you gasped while he stretched you open. “christ, joel, pleaseee i need you to move baby.”

he did as he was asked and fuck it was so good. you saw the stars again and whined into the mattress till joel pulled you up by your hair and reached to rub you between your legs.

and he just kept going. fucking you so good you could feel yourself starting to drip down your leg. “oh god please.” you whined when you felt yourself tightening around him.

“jesus baby i’m gonna have to loosen you up. you’re so fuckin’ tight.” joel groaned. “always so tight for me.”

you were so close. so close. it was building up and up until he slowed down his pace. fucking you much slower but much deeper than he had before. joel almost had it and now he was just fucking with you. you dug a hand into his hair and tugged. “you’re a bad man joel miller.”

he pushed you back down onto your hands and smacked your ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

“you wanted this babydoll.” joel chuckled pounding into you again at his previous speed. the heat started building again and he wrapped a hand around your throat.

your eyes shut so tight you were seeing splotches and he wasn’t stopping this time.

“fuck fuck fuckkk.” you whined, “i’m gonna cum joel, please.”

“yeah darlin?” he teased.

“please fuck! joel! please let me cum.”

“go ahead babygirl.”

and that was all it took for the splotches to turn into fireworks. your body shook and the band in your belly had snapped. your arms went limp after the orgasm fell over you and you were face down in the mattress again.

joel kept going. he was so close and pounding your soft body until he was ready to snap. he wasn’t gonna miss this opportunity. he pushed one final time and his cum starting spurting inside you.

you let out a little sigh when joel pulled out. for a second you thought he’d come to lie with you but he turned you on your back and shoved his leaking cum back into you with his fingers.

you let out a little yelp and tried to move his hand away but he pushed harder.

“it’s was gift darlin’, don’t be ungrateful.”

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