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sugar coated

love is sugary sweet...or at least, he is

you let out a little giggle as you noticed the pink smudge of donut frosting on sirius' mouth. you reached out to wipe it off with your thumb, but he dodged it with a loud laugh.

"dude--quit! you've got frosting on your face!" you laughed, again lunging towards him.

"i'm saving it as a snack for later!" he complained, his tongue darting out to lick it away. "mmm, yummy--see? i can take it everywhere i go!"

"you're stupid," you stifled a laugh, not noticing the way his eyes lit up at the sight of your joy.

you were studying for exams with your legs propped up on sirius' lap.

"siri, what's the one potion that clears acne?" you asked, rustling through your bag of gummy bears. where were the blue ones? they were the only good flavor!

"i'll tell you if you give me one," was his immediate response. you rolled your eyes.

"no! remus gave it to me as a present!"

"please? come on, i'm so hungry!"

you let out a soft huff. "fine, but you can only have the orange or the yellow ones."

"maybe...maybe you can have a blue one too. if you want," you added reluctantly, quickly looking back down at your textbook.

"the moon looks quite beautiful tonight," sirius said softly, sitting down next to you on the cold marble floors of the astronomy tower. "what're you doing here all alone?"

"couldn't sleep," you shrugged lightly. "what about you? why are you over here so late?"

he paused, glancing over at you with a soft smile. "came to find you," he said simply.

he handed you a bar of chocolate, and you silently took it.

you couldn't help but giggle as you smeared frosting on his cheek, the crumbs of your wedding cake dropping onto your pristine dress. "you've got frosting on your face,"

"goodness, i wonder how it got there!" he grinned, flushed and giddy. "mrs. black, did you perhaps see the culprit?"

"i didn't," you couldn't stifle your laugh this time.

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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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Hello, I hope my message finds you well Can you help me amplify my desperate plea to survive? I wish everyone who can support my family with $5, $10 or any amount they can donate or at least reblog My pinned blog 🙏🏻

My family needs you and depends on you to survive 🍉🍉

My pinned blog link

Thanks a lot 🌹🌹

i can't donate any money, but i hope that i can help you by posting this !!

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washing machine

get it tongue-tied, tumble dry, and easy to please !

"kento, do you like these shoes?" your voice comes out in a gentle croon, his name rolling off of your tongue like syrup.

he feels his mouth go dry. his heart makes an embarrassing little lurch at your smile, and oh, he's falling for you all over again.

"...huh?" he says dumbly, but it's okay. somehow, you're already smitten with him despite how speechless he gets around you.

"the shoes, love." you giggle, and he finds himself leaning forward to be able to catch the sound better. something warm settles in his stomach at the sight of your bright smile.

"looks good," he mumbles.

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Dear Supporter,

I hope this message finds you and your family in good health and high spirits. My name is Rakan Zaqout from Gaza.🍉 I am reaching out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraising campaign. I lost both my home and my school, my parents lost their jobs too, due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions.💔

I kindly ask you to visit our campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom.🕊

Please note, our campaign has been verified by 90-ghost and aces-and-angels.☑

i can't do much to help right now, but i hope that this message reaches more people by me reposting this

i wish you the best, and i hope that you and your family are able to stay safe !!

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i knew i'd never let you get away

now playing ... 4ever by clairo

pt. 1

wc: 662

it had been three years without you. one thousand and ninety-five days without you. twenty-six thousand, two hundred and ninety-eight hours. it had been too long living without you, and it was enough to make a lesser man go insane. every second without you was agony, but he would soon be able to rectify his biggest mistake: not being the man you deserved.

he thought he would be happy if he had his family, that he could learn to love his wife one day, but he was wrong. none of it meant anything if he didn't have you. you were the light of his life, his first thought in the morning and his last thought just before he fell asleep.

wake up, pat the sheets next to him in his half-asleep daze to check if you were still there. you aren't. you never are anymore. eat breakfast, miss your cooking and how you always made sure he was well-fed. go to work, his only distraction from you. come home, look down at the keychain you had given to him after a date at the carnival as he unlocks the door. eat dinner, yearn to be back in your kitchen and in your arms. you used to dance with him under the fluorescent lights as you waited for the food to finish cooking.

sometimes when he showers, he still feels the ghost of your fingers in his hair. and when he closes his eyes, the warmth of the water almost feels like you again. the water bill had never been higher.

and of course he had been keeping tabs on you throughout your time apart. he'd made you a promise, after all. he needed to be able to find you. you had become an art dealer now like you had always wanted, and, true to your promise, you waited for him.

you still live in the same house. you never dated anyone new. despite everything he had done to you, you waited for him. you're still waiting for him.

that fact was enough for him to gather the courage to come back to you again. he had waited long enough to be with you. the divorce with his wife had been finalized a year ago, but the last thing he wanted to do was disrupt your life while you were trying to move on.

he stands in front of your art gallery, nervously adjusting his tie and brushing away any loose strands of hair. he takes in frantic gulps of air, steeling himself as he walks inside.

he clasps his hands behind his back, trying to look every bit of the proper gentleman he aspires to be.

"hello, is there something i can help you find-" it's you. he feels his knees grow weak, the breath getting knocked out of his lungs. you're so beautiful. how did he go so long without seeing your face like this?

"-satoru," you say softly, a dazzling smile lighting up your features. just when he thought you couldn't be prettier, you're smiling. at him.

he's imagined your reunion a thousand times over. and he's dreamed about it twice as much, but nothing could ever compare to the real thing. that knowing twinkle in your eye was something his mind never could have conjured, which makes this moment so much better.

he stands there like an idiot, his mouth gaping open. "i came back for you, baby. like i promised," he chokes out, his voice thin and breathless.

you stay silent, just grinning at him before you launch yourself into his arms. he catches you without hesitation, one arm around your waist and the other cradling the back of your head. like always.

he has a silent moment of gratitude to all the gods in existence, thanking them for leading him back to you. he's not a religious man, but as he stands there, with you finally back in his arms, he thinks that maybe he could be.

tags:

@dekusdante @drownedpoetess

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jujutsu kaisen masterlist !

🍵 = headcanon  💌 = oneshot 🪞= series

satoru gojo

dumb love, i love being stupid 2🪞

kento nanami

washing machine 💌

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dumb love, i love being stupid

this is just a personal theory, but love is the most twisted curse of them all

wc: 1,891

pt. 2

it was stupid to have an affair with a married man. you knew he couldn't fully commit to you, and yet, like an idiot, you still went and fell in love with him. and like an even bigger idiot, he fell in love with you too.

you lay on the couch with him, enjoying another stolen moment before he's forced to go home to his wife. there's a lingering discomfort that settles deep within your bones, but you push it down.

"you're so pretty, you know that?" he says in a hushed tone, despite no one else being there to overhear him.

"i think i do know. after all, you say it every day, don't you?" you tease, nudging him playfully.

your smiles slowly fade as a familiar, high-pitched noise penetrates the air. but that chiming of his phone isn't just a noise. it's a special ringtone dedicated solely to his wife. it's the noise that shatters the perfect illusion of happiness that exists only in your home. because you can't be happy. not like this.

"i'll go wait in the kitchen. you should have privacy to talk to your wife," you offer him a tight-lipped smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you stand up.

satoru cranes his head up, leaning as far into your touch as possible. it makes you laugh quietly, momentarily distracting you from the self-deprecating thoughts that swirl around inside your head.

you immediately busy yourself with making a cup of hot tea, not wanting to eavesdrop on his conversation. you knew you were just the other woman. maybe he loved you back, but he still had a wife waiting for him at home.

you had to be cool. you had to be the cool girl if you wanted him to stay. but sometimes it didn't even feel worth it anymore. what was the point in being cool if he couldn't be fully yours?

you stared down at your steaming mug, barely noticing his footsteps get closer and closer until you schooled your features into a mask of cheerfulness. "done already?"

"you don't have to fake your emotions with me, baby. i know you're upset, and i-i'm really sorry. i feel awful that you have to go through this." he says quietly, cupping your face and rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

"you clearly don't feel awful enough, seeing as you still haven't done anything about it." your tone is clipped and bitter, a pang of guilt settling in your stomach at the hurt in his eyes. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have said that."

he winces, glancing down at his feet. "no, you shouldn't have to apologize. i-i know i deserved that. it's not that i don't feel bad, i do. it's just..."

"complicated?"

"i'm sorry." and he is sorry. but it's not enough for you anymore.

"of course it's complicated, satoru...but you told me you loved me. you told me you'd get a divorce. you told me that you wanted to shout from the rooftops about how much you loved me." your voice is embarrassingly fragile, and you hope he doesn't notice.

he rakes a hand through his silver hair, a gesture so familiar and endearing it aches. "i meant all of that, my love. i swear. i do want a divorce, but my parents won't let me,"

he reaches out for your hand, and you let him. he rubs the same soothing circles over your knuckles as he always does, but this time it does nothing to placate you.

"you're a grown man, satoru. you can make your own decisions now." you say quietly, tensing under his touch.

"i know that," he whispers, squeezing your hand. "but it's not that simple. they're my family. they wanted me to get married, and i can't disappoint them. their opinions are...everything, to me."

there's a slow dawn of resignation that comes to you, and it makes your shoulders slump with defeat. "i understand."

you stare up at him with a devastated look on your face you clearly don't cover up well enough, or maybe he just knows you too well. you allow yourself a selfish moment to engrave his face into your mind one last time. despite the numerous photos of him that sit in your camera roll, there isn't a single one of them that does his beauty any justice.

"please don't look at me like that, baby. please, don't..." he whimpers beseechingly, leaning down to your level with a pleading expression. "please, my love. don't look at me like i've already lost you,"

you take a deep, shuddering breath as you cup his face, trying to put on a brave face for his sake. "i know you're torn between me and your family..."

he shivers, looking so miserable you want to cry. he leans into your touch, desperate for any shred of comfort he can get. "i-i wish i could have it all, but i can't. but p-please, don't give up on me...please,"

"so i'll choose for you, satoru." you continue softly, leaning your forehead against his. you shut your eyes, breathing in his scent before the moment ends. every last one of his details needs to be committed to memory before you let him go. you need to let him go. it's for the greater good.

citrus, cedarwood, and mint. citrus, cedarwood, and mint. citrus, cedarwood, and mint. citrus, cedarwood, and mint.

"n-no, no, no! don't do this, please don't do this...please, don't do this to me," he pleads, his lips quivering. he grabs your wrists, refusing to let go as if you'd slip away from his grasp otherwise. "i'm begging you, please,"

"i wish it didn't have to be like this, satoru." you bite your tongue, determined not to cry. in this moment, at least one of you has to be strong.

"please, it doesn't have to be! w-we can fix this, please...! i can't lose you," desperation claws at his throat, his voice breaking as tears freely drip down his cheeks.

this man who is always so proud, so egotistical, is kneeling at your feet, hugging your waist and bowing his head into your stomach as if you are a goddess to be worshiped. he looks up at you pitifully with that yearning gaze you've become so accustomed to, as if you're his only salvation.

"satoru," you say softly, tracing a gentle finger over his cheekbone. "you'll be alright, i know it. can you promise me something?"

he shakes his head frantically, letting out a sob as he grips the fabric of your shirt. "n-no, no, i'll never be alright if you leave me, i swear it! p-please, please don't l-leave me, i'll do anything!"

"promise me that one day, if things ever become...less complicated, that you'll come find me. one day, if you have no other ties holding you down--no wife, no family you're worried about disappointing, i'd like you to come to me. i'll be waiting for you, alright?" you offer him a weak smile, the sight of his anguish too much to bear.

"i promise. i'm yours, a-always. i'll come find you, i swear." he whispers, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen as he slowly stands back up.

he envelops you in a hug, and for a moment, everything feels okay again. one arm wrapped around your waist, one hand cradling the back of your head to press you further into him. there is no safer space than in his arms, and it's a haven that you will soon no longer have access to.

"satoru...do you think we'd be happy in another universe?"

"so happy...we'd be the happiest...but not in this one. we're not meant to have our happy ending, are we?" he laughs bitterly, his arms clutching you tighter as if to mold your body to his.

"we might," you say halfheartedly. his cologne is stronger in this proximity.

citrus, cedarwood, and mint.

"still such an optimist, aren't you?" he laughs again, and it's a humorless, hollow sound that doesn't fit him at all.

"i know this is selfish, but...could i kiss you? one last time?" you whisper, your composure cracking as a single tear drips from your eye.

he instinctively brushes your tears away with his nimble fingers, not even taking a second thought to do so. "of course, my love. you can have anything you want. just ask, and it's yours. i'd give you...everything."

he sounds absolutely gutted, and it makes your heart shatter. how could this possibly be for the greater good if it feels so painful?

he kisses you the same way a drowning man claws for his last pockets of air--desperately, breathlessly, pleadingly. he kisses you like he's starving for your touch, and in a way, he is. he kisses you as if he's trying to remember the feel of your lips, the taste of your mouth in case he never gets to again, and you know he is--because you're doing the same.

he lets out a wounded noise as you pull away, chasing your lips. just to feel you one last time.

"i don't blame you for leaving. not one bit, baby. but i swear to you--i swear on my life, i'll find you again one day. and i won't be such a fool next time. i'll be the man you deserve, i promise." he lets out a shaky breath, resting his forehead against yours.

"i look forward to that day, satoru. i'll be waiting for you."

"i wish i could keep you forever," he whispers.

"i know. me too." you take a moment to breathe and collect yourself, knowing that if he stays for much longer, you won't have the strength to break up with him.

you cradle his face with your hands, memorizing the exact sensation of his hair between your fingers. "i love you," you speak into his skin as you press a lingering kiss on his forehead, almost hoping that he'd absorb your words and never forget how much you meant to him.

truthfully, you didn't really believe that he would come back to you one day. but as long as he could have his family, as long as he was happy, you would be fine.

he turns his head and brushes his lips against the inside of your wrist, a reverent act that makes your heart twist.

"goodbye satoru," you can't even muster up the strength to smile. satoru was your strength, your happiness, your love, your everything. and once he left your house, he would take all of that with him.

the sound of your front door closing is a white-hot spike driving into your stomach. it's so definitive, so final that you feel your heart break just a little bit more.

you watch him leave with a familiar ache in your chest, trying to ignore the way his shoulders shake, or the way he drags his feet. you try to ignore the way he turns back with a desolate expression, seeking your gaze one last time. you try to ignore the way his fists clench so tightly that blood trickles down his fingers. but you can't, so you close your curtains and turn away so you can cry properly.

he's not dead, so why does it feel as if you're mourning him?

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i'm cooking...

be ready...

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an: major spoilers for the last chapter!! read more here <3

as soon as shoko comes out of the operating room, you run up to her, meeting her exhausted yet troubled eyes.

“can i see..?”

the sigh she lets out is a gruesome one, her eyes closing briefly as she throws away her dirty gloves and the mask before touching your elbow hastily.

“i don’t think you should—”

“please.”

shoko shakes her head, her expression turning impatient and somewhat pitiful as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“listen, i know it’s hard for you, believe me, it’s hard for me too, but—”

she once again is cut off, but this time not by your pleas. instead, it’s him, emerging from the door as if nothing has changed and looking around in bewilderment before his eyes settle on shoko.

and then they move to you, widening in recognition and realisation.

you stare back at him for a second, horrified by the way he looks so familiar. like it wasn’t his body ripped in half, laying on the dusty ground with destruction surrounding it and snow falling over it; like the ugly sutures on his forehead, barely covered with the white strands of his hair is the most normal thing.

“satoru!” you breathe out, moving shoko out of your way to get closer to him, and she can’t find it in herself to stop you even though the clock is ticking. loudly.

you know it’s yuuta in there.

from the way he can barely get out a word, standing still a little awkwardly as if feeling out of place in a crowd of people. from the way his eyes don’t soften at the sight of you, only deepening with horror and pity when you step closer and look up at him as if you’ve seen the god.

from the way his fingers twitch but it isn’t an arbitrary response to your close proximity.

you put the side of your face against his chest, right where satoru’s heart is, yet the absence of a heartbeat or any kind of warmth opens the gates of your eyes, the tears falling down as you sob quietly into his shirt. arms wrapped tightly around his now whole middle, you grip the flesh in an attempt to grasp the reality of things that starts to sink in a lot deeper than you’d like.

“i know you hear me, satoru,” you cry in pure, uncontrollable pain. “i’m so sorry!”

you don’t see the way yuuta looks at shoko in panic, as both of them witness the will of gojo’s soul controlling his body momentarily; his arms that continue twitching until they embrace you snugly, one arm around your waist and the other heavy on your shoulders, pushing you closer to himself.

your breath hitches as you realise that the presence of satoru is so deep within his body that he’s able to connect with you even through the darkness — hugging the way only he ever does.

“i love you, my satoru, i always will.”

you place a small kiss on his chest, on his heart, barely able to peel yourself of off him, and step away shakily, shoko’s faint touch on your elbow grounding you.

“goodbye.” you smile up at him softly.

and while it’s yuuta’s eyes that stare at you through his, it’s satoru fingers that refuse to let go of yours as shoko leads you away.

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Hey,,,

Can you write something about James Potter and a ravenclaw reader already being in a secret relationship for quite some months in their 7th year but when they announce it and you know let the school population know, their relationship take a bit of down turn from involvement of third party and them having problems handling things....

The specific focus with lily Evans being suddenly very interested in james. In a period where the couple take a break to cool down from fights and have a level headed conversation, lily asks him out. You know not liking that he was off the market when she was there thinking that he is getting better, has stopped bulllying and all for her, she thought he will ask he out anytime now. But anyways after the sort of break she tries to up her games and make James see that if he can have her , why go for someone like reader. Someone lesser than the lily...

So basically I want lily in a bit of villian-esque. But at the end she just looses because reader and James are made for each other etc...

Totally understand if you are a lily fans or a jily fan and don't like to do such writing projects...just please let me know either way....

hey, sorry it took a while for me to get this out !! i've been a little busy this past week, but i hope you like it :) i also saw your other message in my inbox, so this is a male reader fic

come and get your love

"did you hear about james' breakup?"

"looks like potter's back on the market!"

"thank merlin! when i first heard he was dating y/n, i was actually so confused,"

those harsh whispers followed you everywhere you went, and it was a painful reminder of how happy you could have been. you had been the one to suggest going public with your relationship, and it had only gone downhill from there.

"hey, so...don't shoot the messenger, okay?" sirius black walked up to you in a ridiculous disguise, peering from side to side to ensure that no one noticed him talking to you. even with the fake mustache and obnoxiously large sunglasses, it was still obvious that the man standing in front of you was, in fact, sirius black.

"what?"

"lily's planning to ask james out to hogsmeade this weekend. and if you do believe in shooting the messenger, please just avoid the face! it's my moneymaker," sirius said quickly. he put his hands up in front of his face and scrunched his eyes shut.

"put your hands down, black. i'm not going to hit you." you rolled your eyes, an insecure frown beginning to overtake your face. he wouldn't accept her offer, right?

sure, the two of you were in a bit of a rough patch. and sure, he'd had a crush on evans for almost six years. but the two of you were just on a little break to cool your heads. and you'd make your way back to each other any day now...right?

it didn't matter if she was a girl and you weren't. it didn't matter that it would be seen as more socially acceptable if they dated instead. because he liked you. he chose you. didn't he?

"umm...i can feel you spiralling, so i'm gonna just...go," sirius gulped, slowly creeping away from you.

"honestly, i don't know what james was thinking, dating y/n. thank merlin they're broken up. i mean, he changed for me! he stopped bullying people for me!" lily complained, her cheeks flushed with anger.

marlene and alice shared a look.

"hon, i'm thinking maybe you should just...let it go?" marlene suggested, picking at her cuticles. "james seemed pretty happy with him."

"maybe, but they still broke up! marlene, whose side are you even on?" lily flashed a glare at marlene before continuing her rant. "it's my chance to swoop in, pretend to be a caring friend, and when he's all vulnerable, i can just....make my moves."

james sighed, his expression forlorn as he stared up at the ceiling. if he looked close enough and squinted just the right amount, he could see your face in the peeling paint. "i'm miserable without him, moony. i miss his stupid jokes. i miss his stupid face. i even miss when he'd try to be romantic and play with my hair, but he'd just end up tangling it and his hands would get stuck. you know, i almost had to shave my whole head because he fucked up my hair so badly. i miss him so much,"

"i don't understand why you're here complaining to me about it. go get him back. you're not broken up yet. not officially, anyway." remus shrugged.

"but...what if he doesn't want me back?" james said feebly.

"then you won't get him back. but if you never try, the answer will always be no."

"hey james, i-" lily's stride was confident as she walked up to james, an expectant smile on her face.

"not now, evans. i've got a boyfriend to get back," he quickly brushed her off, his eyes darting around in search of your familiar form.

"oh." her grin drops from her face, replaced with an irritated scowl.

you cock your head to the side, a breathless james coming to a stop in front of you. "potter?"

"don't call me that, please don't call me that." he begs, his warm hands enveloping yours. "call me james, jamie, dickhead, just...just stop being so distant with me. so just listen, okay?"

you feel your heart beginning to race, a familiar heat creeping up your cheeks. even after weeks of not speaking to each other, he still makes you feel so much.

"okay," you breathe out, a slow smile spreading across your face. you squeeze his hand.

the simple action is worth a million words-- i've missed you. i forgive you. i love you.

he squeezes back. i've missed you too. i'm sorry. i love you too.

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wait i'm goated (i posted 3 times in a month)

wait i'm goated (this is probably the bare minimum)

wait i'm goated (i will definitely be disappearing for another 2 months at least)

wait i'm goated (i still have 50 drafts i need to clean out)

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hi! I was wondering if you could write something about a shy remus noticing he developed feelings for slytherin!reader (she's in their friend group) after they come back from summer break? she always sat next to him and was kind and lowkey feels the same towards him but he's just an insecure lil guy

i'm on it bro 🫡 idk if it's a little more angsty than you'd want but yeah i hope it's how you imagined it !

cupid's chokehold

what was it about you that made his heart beat so quickly? why did the very thought of you dilate his pupils to the point that they swallowed up the usual honey color of his eyes?

was it the way that your slytherin tie complimented your skin so well? you never judged him for being a werewolf the way your housemates surely would.

he loved the way you would sit next to him during meals, the way you'd casually press your shoulders against his. you'd lean into him as if it meant nothing to you, but it meant everything to him.

you would express affection with him so nonchalantly, playing with his hair and interlocking your arms with his. even the slightest touch would cause his heart to leap up into his throat.

"how was your summer, rem? i didn't hear from you at all. i was worried, y'know." you nudged him, looking up at him with that affectionate gaze he loved so much.

oh. oh. he loved you.

"i was busy with babysitting my younger cousins, sorry. i didn't have time to respond to your letters-- i was too tired from dealing with those kids all day." the lie sounded fake even to his own ears, but he hoped that you'd believe it.

your eyes flickered for a moment, your smile faltering before you quickly fixed your expression. "i know you're lying, but i'm sure you have your reasons. just let me know if you ever need to talk, okay? i'm here for you."

what else was he supposed to say? that he was trying so hard to deny his feelings for you he avoided you all summer? that he wanted to prove to himself that this was just a phase, and that the next school year he could be friends with you? just friends? nothing more, nothing less?

the very thought of that stung like salt on a fresh wound, but as long as you were in his life, he didn't care how. he didn't even care if you would one day grow to hate him. no matter what words spilled from your pretty lips, as long as they were directed at him, as long as your attention was faced towards him, his longing for you would be satiated.

but it didn't work that way at all. every waking moment, you had consumed his thoughts. he would smell your perfume in the wind and turn around, only to see no one there.

he had never met anyone who had bewitched him in such a way, made him feel so yearning. he would ask you out one day, once he was sure you felt the same.

but until then, he'd stand behind you like a loyal dog, content to stare at your back.

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Sorry for the spam liking, your Vic's are truly amazing! <3

I was wondering if you could maybe make a yule ball fic with Regulus Black? Maybe how he asked her or the day of it ! 💗

no omg don't apologize for spam liking 😭 i truly don't gaf, it makes me happy to see that people are enjoying my writing :)

i hope you like it !!

heart burn

"no, that's stupid! stupid, stupid, stupid! why would she want roses? she has a pollen allergy!" regulus paced around his dorm, raking a hand through his now unruly curls.

once pristine, his anxious habits had caused his hair to become frizzy and tangled. his eyes were wide and bloodshot, his tie loosened and hanging limply down his wrinkled shirt.

"reg, who are you talking to- oh. should i come back later?" evan rosier poked his head into the room, hiding a laugh behind his hand. "why do you look like that?"

"shut up, i know!" regulus complained.

"does this have something to do with a certain girl? the yule ball's coming up-"

"you think i don't know that?!" regulus hissed frantically before clearing his throat to regain his composure. "excuse me. i was just trying to figure out a way to ask y/n out to the yule ball."

"that's easy, innit? just ask her. maybe some flowers, chocolates, i dunno. don't girls like that sort of thing?" evan shrugged. "anyway, i just wanted to come up here and tell you to shut the hell up. we can all hear you pacing around from the common room, so...."

sirius cooed at his little brother, pinching his gaunt cheeks. "my baby brother has finally come to me for advice on girls! i always knew this day would come! should i get balloons for this very special occasion?"

"don't make it weird," regulus rolled his eyes as he pushed sirius away. "it's just...a hypothetical situation, is all. how would one...not me, by the way....go about inviting someone to the yule ball? hypothetically, of course."

"well...hypothetically, what kinds of things does this person like? hypothetically, you should just center the invite around that person. i think you're overthinking this way too much, reggie."

"well, that's no help! obviously i should go for what she-- i mean...um, what this person likes. you've never had trouble with girls, so of course you wouldn't be able to offer any real advice..." regulus sulked.

sirius chuckled quietly, poking regulus' forehead. "c'mon kid, don't be like that. that's just the thing: it doesn't always have to be some big, monumental gesture. it's the quieter, more intimate stuff that they hold closer to their hearts. think love letters, buying that item they've been talking about for ages. to be loved is to be seen-- that's their favorite quote. that's why i told you to center everything around what she likes."

"you know, i don't care what everyone else says about you. you're actually pretty smart sometimes."

"thanks, reggie!" sirius beamed. "hey, wait a minute..."

"can i take you to the yule ball?" regulus blurted in the middle of your study date. "i-i mean, i had this whole plan, and sirius gave me advice and everything, but you just look so...pretty right now, so i just wanted to ask anyway. um, i'll just shut up now."

you let out a quiet laugh, the sound washing over him like warm ganache. "yes, reg. we'll go to the yule ball together."

"um...thank you." regulus cleared his throat in an attempt to appear nonchalant. "so...where were we? transfiguring candles?"

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HEY I WASNT BEING OMINOUS DAMN 😞😞 ok do you want me to wish you WERENT doing well 😞 its so hard being nice in this economy (/sarcastic)

STOP DENYING IT

YOU WISH THE WORST OF ME I KNOW IT

i can feel you cursing me over the screen 🙁