#REGGIE.

[hiracths]

— REGGIE + INSTAGRAM.

Reggie has two accounts on the platform — the profile that he considers to be his personal ( reggiefalvey ) and the joint profile that he shares with his best friend Ralphie ( gobros ). His personal account is mainly comprised of photos of himself along with features from his dog Rocky, and has amassed a significant following thanks to his viral videos on various other platforms. His joint account, on the other hand, is purely biking videos that either he or Ralphie filmed. However, it’s not been utilized in over a year. The last video that he’s featured in that’s been publicly posted is shortly before his accident and he hasn’t touched it since.

[bloodykneestm]

"you got a pie?" he asks first, then he hesitates, puts his hand up in the air to halt any reply and tries again. "hell. i mean, you pickin' up or placin' an order there, boss?" he seems dissatisfied once again with his choice of words, shaking his head before he tries one last time, letting the raised hand fall in a sweeping gesture toward the heating rack, pointing to the single box on it. "—you the one with the meat lover's?"

@cannib4l liked this for a new muse starter!

[swtsours-archived]

“   you   want   gentle   ?   wrong   fucking   address   .   ”

[bugdoesscribbles]

I had a vision. Regulus. Fur cloak. Snow. Red nose and rosy cheeks. (Edit : everyone saying he’s Jon snow — you’re wrong. He’s clearly Sansa.)

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Remus: how did Reggie first came out to you?

Sirius: well there were always signs, but when he really did, he did it by giving me a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"

Remus: That's cute

Sirius: It was NOT cute!

Sirius: I thought he was pregnant.

[raphael-angele]

James: Dad, this is my boyfriend, Regulus. Reggie, this is my dad, Fleamont

Monty: *goes to shake his hand* Monty is just fine

Regulus: *shakes his hand* Nice to finally meet you, sir.

Monty: Wow, look at you. You're much more attractive than those pictures your brother has of you.

James: Dad...

Monty: What a handsome young man you are.

James: Dad!

Monty: *chuckles* Well, I'm gonna go help your mother in the kitchen. Are you staying for supper, Regulus?

Regulus: Uhm...*looks at James*

James: I was about to ask him that.

Regulus: It would be a pleasure, sir.

Monty: I look forward to it. *leaves*

Regulus: *tucks his hair behind his ears and fixes his sleeves*

James: ...what was that?

Regulus: What?

James: You tucked your hair behind your ear and you fixed your sleeves

Regulus: So?

James: ...you only do that when you like someone!

Regulus: What? No, I don't

James: You did it for me, for Crouch, and for Remus! I know that move!

Regulus: You're being ridiculous

James: And my dad?! Are you kidding me?! My dad?

Regulus: Well...you look just like him.

James: Doesn't change the fact that he's my dad. And he's married. Not to mention the fact that he's basically 70

Regulus: And a successful potioneer.

James: Are you serious right now?

Regulus: Wha- Sirius already called dibs?!

James: Oh my Gods!!!

[elilelibeli]

The first time Regulus kissed James they were rudely interrupted, by an annoying beeping sound.

Regulus did try to ignore the sound but he had to stop when James suddenly took his hands from Regulus’s waist and hid them behind his back.

“James what’s happening” Regulus looked behind James’s broad shoulders.

“Nothing” James answered shaking his head accompanied with the same annoying beeping sound.

Regulus raised his eyebrow and with one swift motion grabbed James’s arm. James looked at him defeated and quickly put his hand in front.

“It’s my watch, okay?” he answered looking a little embarrassed, “the sound is to let me know when my heart rate is too elevated when I work out” he continued red creeping up his cheeks.

“The heart rate..” Regulus mumbled while examining the watch on James’s wrist, playful smirk appearing in the place of his pursed lips full of confusion.

He quickly pecked James’s lips, slowly moved from his lips to his jaw, while glancing at the watch on his wrist start with the sound of beeping again.

Look of embarrassment, torture and excessive blushing were covering James’s face when Regulus looked at him and giggled. His giggle turned into a full blown, head thrown, beautiful laugh as the sound of the beeping from the watch became so loud and so quick it could surely be heard from down the hall.

James, his watch and his heartbeat were in serious trouble surrounded by the most beautiful sounds of Reggie’s laugh.

this is based on a twitter post screenshot (which I can find anymore) i saw like months ago but can’t stop thinking about cause it’s just so so cute

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

sirius black would NEVER ask an angry girl if it's her time of the month.

he DOES, however, ask his boyfriend and brother constantly, and has been kicked by both for asking

[alexsays-no]

Uncle Reggie setting the good example

[maladaptivewriting]

james potter was a high school bully. he would not be a soft dom, he would reform his behavior in public, but that mean spirit has to go somewhere. he’s a mean dom. it’s okay though, regulus loves it

[hiracths]

— REGGIE + ROMAN, Aluma Lake’s physical therapy office. / @lcvesnvrlcst.

If anyone’s asking Reggie what he dislikes the most about living at home, his answer is easily the lack of independence. Going from country to country at the drop of a hat to shackled in the small, tourist town he spent his teens in is hard enough, never mind the fact that he feels as though he can’t do anything without his parents’ approval first. In truth, he just finds it to be a bit humiliating — asking permission for his every move like he’s a little kid again, getting carted around town and dropped off at appointment after appointment like it’s his first day of school. Half the time he has to physically stop himself from turning around with an overly dramatic wave once he gets out of the car with his crutches, just for the bit.   He knows, objectively, that it’s not their fault though — they’re just looking out for him however they know how, and they’ve got way too much damn time on their hands to do so — but still, he would appreciate if they stop looking so forlorn when he tells them he’s fine to wait in the lobby by himself. As much as they may believe he’s mentally regressed in the terrible year he’s had, he’s still decidedly not a child. He doesn’t need to be babied.  Besides, it’s not like he’s unfamiliar with the physical therapist’s office by any means. With how often he’s been, they’re practically his best friends.   His point’s all but proven as he’s greeted by name when he makes his way to the receptionist’s desk, and he responds in kind with a friendly smile. The interaction’s short and pleasant as he checks in, and he’s told to find a seat before the doctor’s ready for him. He turns around to find a jam-packed lobby, and from here he’s got a choice: he can sit beside a couple on the couch clearly having a hushed argument of sorts underneath their breath, or he can sit on the complete opposite side of them beside—  Roman. He’s paralyzed for a moment in indecision, both options completely undesirable to him for a multitude of reasons, but as someone else says ‘excuse me’ and brushes past to pick their own poison, the choice is taken from him and the seat beside his brother’s old bandmate is the only one left. Great, he thinks to himself — or maybe he’s said it out loud? He can feel the other’s eyes on him regardless as he lowers into the uncomfortably cushioned chair and sucks a breath in through his teeth when his leg feels uncomfortably stiff.

[fircbolts]

house of black.

[industrations]

Pugulus

[ultravioletbrit]

“remember” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 342 words

“You do not.”

“I do too.”

“You remember the exact day you fell in love with me?” Regulus ask James incredulously.

“I think I nearly know the exact minute I fell in love.” James tells him.

“Bollocks.” Regulus says and James just shrugs. “Alright. When?” Regulus challenges.

“1 September 1972. I’m going to say…” James thinks for a moment. “…about 11:08am, give or take five minutes.”

“Oh, shut up, you did not.” Regulus dismisses.

“I did.” James shrugs, but his expression is completely genuine. “I didn’t know what it was at the time. But I remember it. I felt it. And it never went away.” James says.

Regulus softens, but still looks at James skeptically. “What did you feel?” He whispers and James smiles.

“I had just met you, you scolded me for calling you Reggie, shook my hand and told me my hair was atrocious.” James says with a small chuckle. “And I remember thinking ‘what eleven-year-old shakes hands and uses the word atrocious?’ But then I felt it, while we were shaking hands my stomach did this little somersault. And I didn’t know what it was, I had never felt anything like that before and I didn’t know what to do, so…” James trails off, looking at Regulus.

“So, you laughed.” Regulus finishes.

“And you thought I was laughing at you.” James smiles softly.

“And I hated you for it.” Regulus says, with a little pout.

“Yup.” James says, popping the ‘p’, and they both chuckle. “But every time I saw you my stomach did that little somersault. It took me a few years to figure out what it meant, but it was always there.” James tells Regulus as he looks deep into his eyes. “It’s still there.”

Regulus is gazing back at James with so many emotions and trying his best to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He puts his hands on James’ cheeks and leans in so they’re only a breath apart.

“You are a sap, and I love you so much.” Regulus whispers sweetly and pulls James in for a kiss.

[nataliescatorccio]

#so long riverdale, and thanks for all the memes

[rhetthammersmithhorror]