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DT: okay, I’m 51, not 37 anymore, maybe I shouldn’t throw myself around as much this time

Also DT:

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Barty Crouch Jr Headcannons

Possesive

Pretty Angsty

Seems mean at first but is a sweetheart once you get to know him

Talks to you and his friends about his past with his father

Hates his last name and goes by Barty

He loves when people play with his hair(If he knows them)

Listens to loud music at 4am while his dad's asleep

Reading stories about himself

Hates being called Barty Crouch Sr(s) son

Hates being called "Jr" (Junior)

Had a huge emo phase

Loves dark clothes

Loves when people are scared of him, makes him feel powerful

If he ever watched the movies, he'd be pissed about how little screentime he had

Loves affection (since he never got any from his father)

Stays away from people but gets attached once he starts to know them

Cried after finding out about Evan's death

Him and Evan definitely talk about Gryffindor/Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw drama

Was supposed to being Ravenclaw

All Hufflepuffs hate him

Laughed once he found out Cedric died(Rip😭)

Smokes every time he's stressed

Once he goes back to Azkaban he shares all the secrets about Hogwarts to his Azkaban cell mates (Due to the polyjuice potion)

Probably hated the way polyjuice potion tasted at first (Or loved it)

Secretly reads

Doesn't really care for muggles

Draws really creepy things and his father almost gave him up for it

Modern Day

Hates Jojo Siwa

Binge watches murder documentaries to learn

Hates "preppys"

Doesn't really know how pronouns work

Expose the most diabolical thing he's ever done but does it anonymously so he doesn't get caught

Definitely gets cancelled on twitter

Would have a bunch of cats

Has a secret TikTok account

HATES the trolls movies or any other movies like that

If you have any other Headcannons or story ideas them lmk

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I love Adam and Phyla. Let me reblog this cutie patooties

Adam: *Sees Peter and Nebula together*

Adam: They're sweet. I would put them on a boat.

Phyla:

Phyla: You mean you ship them?

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how to ask / motivate your favorite fanfic writers to post new works / update a new chapter WITHOUT rushing them or sounding entitled and rude;

don’t comment “when” or “will there be a next chapter” or “will you continue this?” quite frankly, these type of comments can sound like you’re demanding from your favorite writer, even if it may not be your intention.

if you’d love a sequel or are wondering when or if the fic will be updated, try something like “I love this so much!” *bonus if you explain why you love the fic or what you love about it* and then add something along the line of “if there’s a part 2 of this, I would be so excited / would absolutely love to read it!”

the trick is to avoid a blunt question like “will there be a part 2?” or “it’s been so long. when will you update?” etc.

honestly, DON’T ever comment something like “it’s been ___ months, ___ years” or “I don’t think the author will continue this lol” that’s one of the most effective ways to make sure your favorite author doesn’t come back to your favorite fic, and it’s just so… dishearteningly rude.

it doesn’t matter if it’s been months or years since the author’s last update, demanding and rushing them will most likely NOT give you the result you want.

reminder that fanfic authors are humans with lives and jobs outside of writing fanfiction, especially when fanfic is something they do in their free time out of love and passion, and you — the reader — get to read their works for free.

rushing and demanding will only make it sound like ‘a task that needs to get done’ for your favorite author, and it sucks out the joy of writing out of love and passion. it can be so discouraging for the authors.

fanfic authors don’t owe you anything.

even if they completely abandon the fic, it still doesn’t give you the right to be rude to them or to ask why they stopped writing or to coerce them into giving you what you want.

I can never say this enough; fanfic authors write in their free time, FOR FREE, out of love and passion. and you get to read their works FOR FREE because they’re kind enough to share their love for their comfort characters with you.

they don’t owe you anything.

it’s okay if you’re wondering when or if they’ll post something new, but it’s not okay to rush or demand from them.

comments are mostly what motivate authors into writing faster, so if you want your favorite authors to post more, comment about what you love about their works, express your gratitude to them for giving you these amazing fics for free, but don’t be an entitled reader by rushing or directly asking when they’ll update.

let’s keep fandom space safe and comforting for both writers and readers.

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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

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I think you'd like this story: "Our Protector ✔ || All of Us are Dead x Reader" by mai_1710 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/303431271?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=mai_1710

I don't know if this fandom is still alive but if it does, I might post a few chapters here as well. And maybe have a few changes because I can.

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I think you'd like this story: "Our Protector ✔ || All of Us are Dead x Reader" by mai_1710 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/303431271?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=mai_1710

I don't know if this fandom is still alive but if it does, I might post a few chapters here as well. And maybe have a few changes because I can.

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Obsessed with this guy because of David Tennant *smh*

Hey sweetheart

I’m not sure if you take requests for barty crouch jr but if yes could i please, please request dating headcanons with him? He’s such a cute dork and so very underrated. Thanks

Luv your blog <3

i do now💪💪

one of the best things about barty is that he’s smart

you get philosophical conversations where you get to talk about your opinions on important matters in life; discussing the deeper aspects of your relationship. it really does make the two of you feel closer.

also free tutoring

the other side of that though is barty is smart with really no effort, so he has no problem getting off track on study dates because he doesn’t really need to study

he’ll info dump probably

you ask a simple question and if you let him he will go on a tangent

please let him play with your hair it’s his favorite

✨healthy manipulation✨

it sounds worse than it is but he’s all for positive reinforcement. you forgot to eat? no kisses until you eat something❌

he liked you for a long time before asking you out— although he makes himself out to be the time to sleep around, he’s really the type to be in it for the long run

definitely softer behind closed doors, particularly because he feels he has a reputation to maintain with his friends

this isn’t to say he neglects you when he’s with the because he’s all for the princess treatment

it’s ✨dignified✨ and ✨gentlemanly✨

will tie your shoes and adjust your uniform tie with a light scolding

treats you like a trophy partner, but doesn’t expect you to act like one

actually loves it when he sees you get along with his friends

and he loves showing you off

barty prefers casual pet names. he’ll be shuffling through some papers and be like “babe, have you seen—?” or making a potion that requires his full attention and go “love, grab me those herbs, would you— yes, those right there— thank you.”

loves touching you

he is the kind of guy that, when moving you to get through or get to something he needs, will press his hand on the small of your back and gently nudge you

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my typical malay guy 😁🥰

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I hate the last sentence....

If requests are open and if this particular one happens to float your boat could you maybe write a lil something where barty jr is having a tantrum/mini breakdown because his father's putting too much pressure on him and its just getting to him and reader finds him in there and tries to comfort and reassure him despite the fact that they don't really get along and at first he's highly sus doesn't trust her and embarrassed but then just gives in and welcomes her comfort

PT 2

barty crouch jr x fem!reader

summary: as it says in the request!

warnings: swearing, daddy issues

this did happen to float my boat :)

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"Dad, I don't want to work in the ministry."

"It is a family tradition, Bartimus." Barty Crouch Senior was tearing into his son, the two of them stood secluded in part of the Hogwarts hallways. It was a silent atmosphere, a tense one, especially since the younger of the two was right outside a full classroom filled with his peers.

"Well, I don't want to be a part of the family tradition." The boy seethed at his father, trying to keep the volume low as he never knew who might be eavesdropping on the other side of the door. "I can't believe you felt the need to pull me out of class for this."

"Ministry interviews are this weekend, my son, you need to be prepared." The older man poked his sons chest so hard that the boy recoiled slightly, not meeting his fathers eye and instead casting a glance down the abandoned corridor whilst his tongue poked out quickly to lick his lips; a nervous habit. "Stop doing that, boy."

"I can't help it-"

"Speak up!"

"I can't help it." Barty Jr said louder through gritted teeth, looking up at his father who stared at him almost threateningly. "And I don't want to do an interview for the ministry-"

"I do not care what you want, Bartimus!" The father raised his voice until it was echoing through the hallways and Barty Jr was nervously looking around in case anyone was hearing it. "As the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I am sticking my neck out for you to get this job and join this fight against You-Know-Who and his supporters. A father and son team is exactly what the people will like to see. Love, trust-"

"You haven't trusted me a day in your life." Barty spat venomously and his father immediately grabbed him by his robes, pulling him close and getting right up in his face. The boy fought not to lick his lips and instead angrily stared at the man in front of him. "I-"

"I will not hear anymore of this nonsense, Bartimus." The man let him go and Barty stumbled back until he was pressed against the wall and his tongue wiped his mouth repeatedly until he forced himself to stop. "I will retrieve you on Saturday morning, you will look your smartest and the ministry will have no choice but to hire you. Good day."

He swept away, leaving his son in the dust with his black cloaks billowing behind him. Followed by his proteges. Barty took a deep breath and leant his head back against the wall as his chest heaved with heavy breaths, his lips were wettened by his tongue, and he felt his mind scrambling dangerously.

Bartimus Crouch Senior was not someone he wanted to follow in the footsteps of. He resented the man, wanted to be the exact opposite.

There was no way Barty would be going back into his classroom after the way his father had yelled at him, right by the room and right by the ears of his classmates who were sure to ridicule him more than they already do about his habits. His friends were in there, bad hobbies for bad people. People he didn't get along with were in there, people who's parents worked in the ministry too and they weren't suffering the same kind of pressure as he was.

The people he picked on. One of them was a girl. She might've been kind, she might've been mean. Barty didn't know, all he knew was that he had seen her laughing and smiling with what he assumed was her father in the ministry one day. Getting along. He had looked at them and only saw what he wished he and his father would be like.

And so he crafted his own personal vengeance. She had a better life than him so he wanted to make hers worse, her essays went mysteriously missing. Her shoelaces mysteriously tied together at the end of classes with their strict Defence teacher. Juvenile pranks, but one that made red hues burn her cheeks.

It only got worse when he turned a corner one day, paused at the sight of her crying and then hid behind a statue when more girls that she had been hanging around with came to her side and comforted her. A bond that Barty would never have. He never cried and when he did he'd hide it away because all his friend would do is give him odd looks.

This girl had the parents, the friends, the life. So he upped his game. Barty spread rumours, he called her names, he ridiculed her in front of everyone. Teased her until her head was ducked down and she said nothing, teased until she was seeking the help of her prefects. Barty had points taken off of him, but that made her a snitch and so he carried on.

From fifth-year to seventh-year, all he had done was make her life hell. And she sat in that classroom, perched the closest to the door (he had all her seats memorised) so she could easily hear and spread around that Barty Crouch Jr wasn't the asshole he pretended he was.

At this knowledge, he ran. People would believe her, after all he had been making a dig at the girl when his father had come in the room and demanded his son to be excused. Flitwick had no choice, but hurriedly dismissed Barty who smirked at the girl as he left, to intimidate her.

He supposed she would be smirking now. That's why he ran, tears stinging with tears which they didn't often do. But his life felt as though it was falling apart when he crashed open one of the doors to an empty broom closet and sat himself on an upside down, bucket. He grabbed at his hair, tried to calm his breathing, gave choked sobs but tried to be silent.

"Bartimus?"

It was her voice, the girl. She had come to tease him. Privately. What an experience that would be for her, laying into her bully whilst he sat a dishevelled mess before her, tears tracking his face and hair all disfigured. He scoffed at her voice, this was the last thing he needed.

"Fuck off, L/N." He said it, but there was a catch in his breath. A tell. He quietly cursed, she knew he had been crying. She would tell everyone, maybe she had a camera in her hand and would snap a picture of it to put all around school.

The door to the broom closet clicked open and he covered his face with his hands so whatever camera she had couldn't catch his face. He stayed like that until he felt the flash on the face...the flash that never came. He listened out for the click of the camera but there was none.

Just another click of the door, shutting out the light that had filtered in from the corridor outside. She hadn't left, he could feel her presence before him and he felt the air waft as she supposedly knelt down to be eye level with him. He turned away from her.

"I-"

"I said fuck off." He snapped, taking his hands away from his face and looking at her. There was no camera in sight, no smirk on her face, nothing except her eyes glinting in the dark and a taken aback expression that he examined for a moment before turning away again.

"I-I just came to see if you were okay." She stuttered quietly. He saw her shoulders slump from the corner of his eyes, almost as if she was disappointed. Her eyes tried to search his face but it was turned away.

"Why?" He asked quickly and suspiciously, harshly wiping the tears from his cheeks and then rubbing his wet eyes. The stains of the tears wouldn't leave but he hoped they couldn't be seen in the dim lighting of the singular candle in the closet they were in.

"Because, well- I mean, I heard what happened. Then I heard you running and you know, I- I know the, uh...the feeling." She stammered over her words and Barty wondered why she was stammering, why the hell she was nervous.

And then it struck him. She was nervous because she was in a tiny broom closet with a boy that had made her life the embodiment of hell for the last two to three years. He had already snapped at her but she stayed with him, she was nervous about what she was doing and she was looking down at the floor whilst she spoke.

Barty watched her, turned his head the slightest bit as she tried to reason with how she didn't completely understand because everyone had different experiences and obviously not every person feels the same things. He squinted his eyes at her, why the hell was she being so nice?

And then he watched as she paused in her speaking and nervously, her tongue came out to lick at her lips because she was nervous. He sat up slightly straighter and just continued to stare at her whilst she talked.

"Why are you being nice to me?" He cut across her, and she finally looked up to meet his eyes. Hers were a beautiful shade and Barty stared at the specks of colour inside them, he could've continued but his mouth forced something else out of them too. "You should hate me."

"You're right." She took a deep breath and nodded, choosing her words with him carefully. "I should. But I don't. Not anymore."

"I don't need your pity, L/N." He laughed humourlessly but she just shook her head and told him it wasn't pity. She looked down again, licked her lips and Barty watched her, she had all of his attention and this time it wasn't because he had pulled her chair out from underneath her.

"It's not pity, Bartimus. It's understanding." She told him and hesitantly lifted one of her hands to his knee, he was tempted to yank his knee away but only froze under her comforting touch. 

“Why would you understand me?” He mumbled bitterly, she had the perfect life. A loving father, a caring group of friends, good grades, amazing Quidditch skills. A good life path carved out for her from the moment she opened her eyes. “We are nothing alike.”

“I think we’re more alike then you imagine, Barty.” She was trying it out, said his shortened name with such hesitance that it almost made him smile. It didn’t. But it almost did. Her hand came off her knee and she pulled a second bucket over to them, sitting on it so they were at the same level.

He felt an odd kind of warmth. But also a stronger sense of envy, of course she was an incredibly kind person. Of course this contrasting figure in his life, the bane of his existence, was someone that opened their heart up to anyone. And forgave. She seemed to be the embodiment of sunshine that attempted to light up his night sky. Barty was determined to keep it dark, but her eyes were very tempting to stay looking into.

“My name is Y/N L/N, I’m a pure-blood just like you. My dad works in the ministry just like yours.” She started off, gesturing to him. He never realised how much better her name sounded when it was said sincerely by herself rather than spat out like venom by him. “We both go to Hogwarts, we take the same classes. We both have eyes, noses, mouths. We both have big foreheads-”

He actually did smile at that one, just a little one.

“We can both talk. And we both have hearts.” She said to him. “Hearts that can be broken, shattered, stomped on and crushed. Hearts that can ache, flutter, turn cold but also be gold. Hearts that pump the right amount of blood to our bodies and to our lungs to help us to breathe. Hearts that weigh with guilt when we don’t live up to parental expectations.”

“What would you know about parental expectations?”

“You think I want to work behind a desk all my life?” She laughed slightly and Barty furrowed his eyebrows at her, she had seemed so happy and delighted in the Ministry that day with her father. “God, no. Not at all. I want to travel the world, I want to fight for a good cause, I want to make a difference, go off on adventures, save lives, fix the world. I want to find all the wonders of the world and experience them first-hand, not out of some crappy textbook or ministry folders.”

He looked at her, saw how much her eyes sparkled and lit up at the mere thought of escaping the country. Escaping these walls. The thought of having a free life away from her fathers work, away from all the laws that the ministry put in place for the stupidest reasons. He had seen her in Care of Magical Creatures, so articulate in her tasks that he almost didn’t want to disturb her peace in that class.

She longed for freedom. And so did he. 

“My mother works in the ministry too, a busier department and all they do when they come home is eat dinner and go and do work. Work, work, work. They barely ever talk and especially not to me, it’s probably the reason their marriage has lasted this long. I get little attention, little love.” She wasn’t even trying to appeal to him anymore, just looking down at the floor once more and Barty felt his cold, dead, stone heart swell just the tiniest bit for Y/N L/N.

“I pushed all of my friends away all of my life.” She whispered, quietly. “I want to go against my parents. Be everything they’re not. They are not people I want to follow in the footsteps of. I resent them, I want to be the exact opposite.”

“But you looked so happy.” He said and she looked back up at him, eyebrows pinching together in confusion whilst she stared at him and he shook his head at the girl. “The day I saw you, you were smiling with your father. You were happy.”

“He said to me that if I managed to get all of my O.W.Ls then I could do anything I wanted in life.” Y/N muttered and Barty frowned slightly, he practically hated her for nothing and yet he couldn’t bring himself to apologise. “Of course at that point he thought what I wanted was to sign my names on stupid documents and sentence people to Azkaban. When he figured out that wasn’t in fact what I wanted to do he uh…he ripped my copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them right in front of me.”

Barty opened his mouth slightly, maybe to apologise, show how sorry he felt for her. But he didn’t quite know what to say, this girl he had bullied for years hadn’t just been bullied by himself but by her own father. Just like he had. She had been right, they’re more alike then he liked to imagine.

“It was a copy signed by Newt Scamander himself. Irreplaceable.” She whispered, feeling the anguish all over again whilst she watch page after page being torn from the spine and ripped to pieces. “I snuck out of the house to meet him, he’s never been one for the fame but Dumbledore said he’d be happy to sign a book for me. Meeting him was the greatest experience of my life, he’s awkward but so am I.”

“Your dads a piece of shit.” Barty said, sniffing slightly as he became alight with the revelation that she had managed to calm him down. “Who does that?”

“My dad, I guess.” She sighed disappointedly and just looked at him again, reaching out to put her hand on his knee again. He didn’t freeze under her touch this time, just let it happen whilst she gave him a soft smile and made his heart flutter like she had said all hearts too.

She was melting his frozen heart. He didn’t quite know how to feel.

“You’re right, Y/N.” He mumbled and her eyes widened, that’s the first time he had ever uttered her first name. “We’re really alike. I didn’t wanna admit it or think of it but you’ve proved your point.”

“Well if you think about it we’re still kind of different. I didn’t bully you for two years.” She joked, grinning at him and Barty shook his head. He smiled, the widest one yet and run a hand through his hair. “Kidding, kidding.”

“So you’re gonna be a magizoologist?” He asked her; he had his career meeting with his head of house the other day and once again they just talked about the ministry. Ministry this, ministry that.

“Bartimus Crouch, I am going to be something you have never even heard of.” She laughed and he felt like if he could bottle it up forever, he would. Then he became slightly uncomfortable with himself, he shouldn’t be feeling this way about the girl he had been so selfishly horrible to.

“Oh Y/N,” He sighed and her laughs died down. His eyes pierced into hers and he grinned, a devilish one that forced her lips up too. “You’re gonna change the world.”

And she would’ve, if Barty had not been on the wrong side of the coming war.

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employer, going over Barty's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

Barty: Yes

employer: Okay... may I know what you create?

Barty: Problems.

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Barty's future partner: So what’s for dinner? 
Barty, staring at the food he just burnt: Regret.

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Friendly reminder that Barty literally got 12 O.W.L.s so who tf came up with the idea of portraying him as a stupid dumbass? /nm

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Yas!!!! Canon Barty is just a chef's kiss

I like how people think I love marauders era/fanon Barty but I actually love canon Barty..

David Tennant is just so 🛐

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Barty was a little too good at pretending to be Mad Eye Moody… mans should have pursued an acting career. 

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Who casted David mf Tennant as Barty Crouch Jr? And then they dare to ask why we like him-

idk but I'm willing to sell my soul for the casting director