#Reggie is a good boy yes

[regegade]

Bellona doing anything for custody of her son will forever and always be my favorite shitpost

[my-castles-crumbling]

note - february 17 - black brothers - background jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 300

"Hey, Reggie?" Sirius asked, gnawing at his lip and moving to sit at the table at the Potters' beside the Slytherin. "Can we talk?"

"What is it? I'm at a good part," the younger asked, closing book and looking at Sirius with disinterest.

He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm and patient. He as Remus had talked through this conversation multiple times, ever since Sirius had found a note in a book Reggie had leant him that had been written to Barty. A note making it pretty obvious that Reggie was hiding something rather important.

"I...I know you have something you need to talk to me about. And I want you to know," Sirius said quickly, seeing the look of horror appear on his sibling's face, "I love you! No matter what! You can tell me anything, Reggie, I promise."

The Slytherin sighed and looked down, as if contemplating the truth. But eventually, the words were spoken into the air. "I...I kissed James."

"And I still love-WHAT?" Sirius gasped, taken quite off-guard.

"Yes. I...I kissed James," the Slytherin said, shrugging. "And he kissed me back, for the record. Did you...did you think I was hiding something else?"

"I...I found a note! I thought you were trans!" Sirius yelped, still taking in this new information.

At this, the younger blushed deeper. "Oh. That too."

It took Sirius several long seconds to find words. "I...that is totally fine!" he said, looking at his brother with sincerity. "I told you, I love you no matter what, but...I just had no idea about James! What the fuck, Reggie?"

"Is this a bad time to also tell you I'm gay?" the younger boy asked, a smirk falling over his lips.

Sirius just let his head fall into his hands, mumbling to himself.

[noyoucantpinmedown]

The Bowers Gang When Their Partner Has Their Period

Basically headcanons on the boys' attitude towards periods and how they handle their afab partner having one.

Belch Huggins

While Belch was raised by his loving mom, I picture Mrs. Huggins being quite old-fashioned and therefore very sheepish when it comes to talking biology with her son. Poor woman barely made it through giving him the sex talk, and as a result all Reggie knows is that whatever happens during the elusive ''time of the month'', it's not fun. Despite his lack of knowledge, Belch will be very doting of his partner if he's told they're having theirs, or even if he thinks they might be (he will never ask, or say the P word.) His SO can expect even more cuddles, random store bought or home-cooked treats (Mama Huggins is proud of how considerate her boy is), supplies kept on hand in the glove compartment of his car, patience, and compassion. Will assume sex is out of the question for the time being, but if his partner asks, he's more than happy to oblige. Generally will check on his SO constantly to the point of being annoying, and is willing to do anything they want, being nothing but understanding and obliging the whole time, even if his partner is cranky and takes out their frustration on him. Clueless as he is, he's ready to do anything he can think of to help, and is eager to be directed on what his SO needs. Will it kill him inside to be seen out buying pads for his partner? Yes. Will he do it anyway without complaint? Also yes. 10/10 in terms of support.

Victor Criss

I headcanon Victor as having two younger sisters and one of them is around the Losers' age, so aside from actually having been educated by his parents, he has actually witnessed what it can be like. He's the best prepared for this scenario and the most mature about it. As most teenage boys, Vic is a bit grossed out by the whole thing, but he's determined to handle it maturely and discuss it openly with his partner. Once he knows Aunt Flo is in town, he'll steal some pads from his sister and mom's stash to keep in his backpack, along with some Advil for cramps. He will show empathy for his SO's aches and mood swings, but unlike Belch, he will not take his SO directing their frustration at him- they may be bleeding, but that does not get them a free pass to treat him badly. In terms of intimacy, he's squicked out by blood in a sexual context, so his partner is on their own for that one. Other that that, he's happy to provide whatever his SO needs- he'll cuddle and read with his partner when they're bedridden with cramps, supply them with warm drinks, listen to them rant, and provide plenty of affection.

We're done with the sweet boyfriends part- onto the shitty ones.

Patrick Hockstetter

Patrick's knowledge on menstruation amounts to sexist stereotypes, and shameless as he is, he's not afraid to talk about it. The type to bring it up whenever his partner is grumpier than usual (''Oh, I see. Shark week, is it?''), and enjoys coming up with names for it- they're about as gross as you can expect. He's curious about how it really works, though, which might make it even worse, because now his taunts are even more based in reality. The stereotypical ones don't really stop either, though. The only one who will not tell their partner if their clothes are stained in public, because it's funnier if they're walking around with a red spot on the back of their pants. Patrick has an uncanny ability to just know when his partner's having their monthly visitor without them having to mention it (because he's a stalker with great observational skills). Doesn't give a shit about what their partner is going through, no emotional support to be found here. He's just as likely to take mood swings and crankiness in good fun (but there will be some form of punishment if his SO crosses the line of what he considers entertaining sass) as he is to get bored with it and avoid his partner until they're in a more agreeable mood. But hey, he is not completely useless- will give his partner all the physical affection they want, because he enjoys his partner being clingy and it's easy to transition to sex from there. Every now and then he'll swipe treats and supplies from the store even if he is not asked for them. The more attached Patrick feels to his SO, the more likely he is to do it and the more likely he is to not ask for anything in return... the latter still isn't a lot, he'll still expect his partner to fall over themselves thanking him for his sacrifice and generosity (that being the one chocolate bar he stole while going to steal cigarettes for himself). Generally speaking though, for Patrick it's business as usual. Ditto for intimacy. The negative is that he will expect his partner to put out in some form of another; the positive is that his partner will not be without if they habe those kind of cravings, and absolutely nothing is off the table because we know Patrick is nasty as hell and really enjoys blood. If his partner really wants nothing to do with him in that department, no big deal! He'll just find someone who does while he waits out the crimson tide :) He's such a catch, guys!

Henry Bowers

Oh boy. So, here's the thing: unlike Patrick, Henry actually wants to help. Unlike Vic and Belch, Henry is too stoic and hard-headed to even touch the topic. All he knows about menstruation is wrapped up in sexism, so he probably thinks that ''it's not that big of a deal'', or that ''women play it up for attention''. But he's squeamish when it comes to the reality of All Things Afab, so if he pulls the ''are you on you period'' card when his partner is in a bad mood and his partner answers Yes, I am, expect blushing and stammering. Wants to help, but does not want to talk about it, and a lot of the things that would help he considers demeaning (he will not be caught dead in the feminine care aisle). Not much to offer in the way of emotional support, except awkward pats and clumsy attempts at validation. He will show his partner more grace than usual, but if they're the type to complain a lot, get snappy or emotional, he'll get very tired very quickly. As far as sex is concerned, Henry expects his needs to still be met but refuses to touch his partner below the hips- he won't push his SO more than once or twice, though, and will wait it out without bringing it up again. Generally better at the quiet moments: sitting with his SO while they nap or watch a movie, wordlessly giving them food or a hot water bottle and trying to blissfully ignore the whole situation as much as he can.

[websterss]

THE DEVIL WEARS CONVERSE — LUKE PATTERSON

SUMMARY: If there's one thing Caleb is scared of it's the color red and the devil.

WARNING(S): angst, some fluff, implications of smut, some making out

WORD COUNT: 3,604

PAIRING: Luke Patterson x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed! This was one fic I lost when I made a new blog and was reposting my works.

MASTERLIST

You had caught Luke's eye as soon as he stepped out onto the floor. Many people flaunting and going amidst their night caught his attention. He felt that he and the guys were a little underdressed for the fancy club, but it had been your appearance alone that had you catching their eyes like flies. They were drawn to you in particular. Luke most of all, couldn't sway where his sights were directed towards.

"Hey boys, I'll be right back." He made to move past Reggie, his hand on his chest in passing but was stopped when Willie intersected him. Luke looked down at the hand that Willie pressed against his chest. He scoffed in amusement. "Where's the fire?"

"N-Nowhere, but there could be. I wouldn't recommend it. Not her. Y/n isn't someone you just go up and talk to." Willie's face fell with fear.

"Oh yeah, why's that? Is she important or something?" Luke laughed, but Willie wasn't finding Luke's advances towards you hilarious. "She off-bounds?"

"Yea- Yeah, she is in fact," Willie said nervously. After taking notice of Willie's shift in tone when he spoke of you, Luke's eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.

"What are you getting at, Willie? You seem protective." Luke questioned as he put two and two together. He was almost certain that Alex was Willie's crush, he didn't take him to swing both ways or had he simply misread him, that and the way he reacted just now…it seemed unprecedented. "I thought you liked Alex?" Luke crossed his arms.

"I do- It's not like that. Just- Just promise me you won't approach her. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you guys." Willie pleads.

Luke couldn't help but raise a brow, Willie was acting like she was some sort of monster. "A heartbreaker then, that's okay Willie. I've had my fair share of girls like her." He smiled boyishly. He reached up to slap Willie on his upper arm in reassurance. "Nothing's going to happen." Luke shrugged off Willie. Willie was being dramatic. The interest of doing something irrational intrigued him like a child who was told to not play with fire.

"Luke, I mean it. She's not even a regular. You won't see her that much. She's only ever here on business."

"Only ever here for business, huh?" Luke repeated curiously with an eyebrow up. "Then why can't I talk to her? What's gonna happen, Willie?" Luke wasn't one for following orders, that was not in his nature. He couldn't stand being told what not to do, it only made him crave what he wasn't meant to have or do even more. So, it was no mistake that Willie had made one just now. This little curiosity of Luke's was going to get the best of him. The way Willie made it sound like you did some kind of illicit activity intrigued him even more. "What, does she work for the mob or something?" He said half-jokingly with a brow lift. It was only natural to be enticed by a beautiful woman whom people were being tight-lipped about, it only made you seem more interesting and willing to know more about in his books.

"N-Nothing good." He muttered softly. "Why don't I show you guys to your table?"

"Yes, please!" Alex raised a finger, eager to move past Willie's sudden fear-stricken face.

"You guys go ahead. I'll be right back." Luke finally did move past Reggie and began making his way over to you.

"Luke, I wouldn't!" Willie exclaimed.

"I'm just gonna say hi." He turned to walk backwards as he faced him with a cheeky smile. Then turned as he approached the empty bar, beside you and the bartender giving you your drinks with shaky hands. That had him raising his brows with interest.

-

"Hi Marcus, long time no see." You flashed the man with a sweet smirk. Marcus's smile fell upon the realization you were sitting before the bar. He stopped cleaning the glass in his hands letting it fall to the ground with a smash. He winced at the sound of it breaking. He remained composed as your smile didn't let up. You were the mere image of innocence, you conjured up the identity of a teenage girl this time around. Last year you looked older, dressed up as a woman in a black dress, but this by far was his least favorite one on you, your childlike nature and appearance was scaring him shitless. Your soul was pure rotten, you by no means represented youth and innocence.

"Y/n." He dipped his head in greetings.

"I see Caleb still keeps you around." You tilted your head.

Because he knows I can keep you tranquil. He wanted to say but opted not to. "I'm the only one who can make a dirty cocktail." He lets out nervously.

"That you can, sweetie. Though I'm more in the mood for something sweet tonight, like you." You poke his sternum. Your sweet angelic laughter unsettles him, but he laughs along with you. Knowing Caleb would have his soul again if he made you angry.

"Perhaps a living soul?" He offered with a timid smile.

"Hell no, Lucifer knows I deal with too many of them back home as it is. Why on earth would I waste my time on one tonight? Though you do have a fair amount of them tonight..." You hum surveying the floor. You turned back to the bar. "How about a slushy, make it strong, and fruity." You order.

"So you're not here to collect a soul?"

"I have other matters to tend to Marcus. I've been getting screwed over you see. My bargain with your showman has not been followed down to the last letter, and I am not happy Marcus." You sigh. "I mean how stupid does Caleb peg me? Stealing souls from me." Your laughter darkens with every word that escapes you. "I am a woman of business, and I don't see my need to be tethered to one so insidious. You understand, Marcus?"

Marcus nods furiously. "Where's Willie? As of now, he's my new eyes and ears. Caleb still has his soul right? Of course, he does that's how he controls you all. If this gets out to Caleb sweetie, I'll be the one to devour that pure soul of yours." You raise a brow in question gesturing to his chest. Marcus nods and snaps his fingers. Your requested drink appearing before you. You raised the glass to your lips and let your shoulders drop. "This is why I love you, Marcus."

"Am I no longer your eyes and ears?"

"No." You could see Marcus's disappointment flash in his eyes. "You've been upgraded to my personal assistant."

Marcus felt honored. "Oh wow. Does this mean I don't have to be behind the bar anymore?"

"Only when we come to the club, but other than that..." You snap your fingers nonchalantly. Caleb's stupid stamp floated off of Marcus's wrist. The poor man looked as though he'd cry.

He did.

"Consider it a gift, sweetie. That's all you're gonna get...really." You shrug. You didn't like getting too sentimental with others. Marcus palmed his mouth. Covering it to muffle his cries. You looked around hopefully no one was watching the scene unfold before you. You shrink in your stool and take another sip of your drink. You took another gulp of your drink, enjoying the flavor it had, it was indeed what you had asked for.

"Marcus." You called his name softly when the tears finally stopped flowing. "Look at me." Marcus's head raised and eyes widened with fear once again. "Stop, please."

"S-Sorry. I'm good, I'm good." You nodded with him, your eyes widened with concern. "Thank you..." He muttered softly.

"Sure." You laughed out nervously wanting his hands off you. “Marcus.” You spoke sternly this time which brought him to pay attention and made him stop touching you. “How about another drink, yeah.” You shifted the mood, hoping to reassure him by taking his mind off of being freed by you. "Surprise me this time."

"Yes- Yes, right away." He composed himself as best he could and began to make your new drink.

Luke's gaze was fixated on the bartender's shaky hands, having caught the last of your conversation with him before he grew close. It was something that caught his attention to no end. A burning hole in his brain as he wondered why you had such an effect on people, good and bad. He wanted to know more about you. So he sat on the stool right beside you.

He turned towards you; his hands were resting on the counter, as he tapped along to the melody playing throughout the club. Luke's gaze met yours, raising a brow as he took notice that you were eyeing him. It made him a little self-conscious, but he hid that fact with an amused smirk.

"Nice shoes." His grin brightened. "I'm more of a vans guy myself but I think it's time I make a drastic brand change." Luke turned in the stool, next to the very pretty girl, who looked completely out of place. Your leather jacket and dark blue denim, not to mention your incredibly red shoes, didn't fit the club's dress code.

You peered over the glass in your hand. Your eyes narrowed curiously at the curly-haired stranger who unashamedly sat in the vacant seat next to yours. Surely he had to be pulling your hair. When you saw no falter in his charming smile, you played along. Hoping to amuse the poor lad unaware of the person you were, of your identity. Most would cower at the sight of you but his lack of knowledge told you all you needed to. He was clueless...and a pretty sight. You set your drink down and smirk, turning your full self towards him.

"Thanks. I had them dyed with the blood of the damned." You stuck your leg out, tilting your head in admiration of your shoes.

Your brows pinched closer together upon his laugh. You were confused by his reaction, what had been so funny? You were being your most sincere.

He snickered again, trying hard not to laugh, in fear of offending you. He let out another brief laugh, trying his best not to lose it. It was the way your words so casually rolled off your tongue that got him. He smirked. "Damned you say. Does that mean that you had to damn them yourself or were they already damned and you just decided to take advantage of the opportunity." He joked around, though curiosity filled his mind as he wondered what your answer would be. He sure wasn't expecting your sweet angelic tune that escaped you as a response. Your head fell back. Marcus stilled, looking at the new stranger who caused such a reaction from you and then at you. Was this a stroke you were having and he was completely unaware? He opted to join in, his fake laughs weren't noticed by you luckily.

He eyed Luke as though he put the moon in the sky. He got you to laugh. Completely unheard of.

Luke felt satisfied. His grin widened as he softly joined in on your bubbled display of joy. "I mean they do make killer shoes. I kind of want some now." He shrugged with half interest.

Marcus finally released a stifled laugh. The poor man was holding it in, not knowing where you two would take the conversation. "I can't say I've ever had the urge to wear shoes made of human blood," He spoke in an attempt to keep the energy at bay.

"Well," Luke started, "they're rather fashionable, right? I mean, I know leather clothing is still in style, you're perfectly on top of that trend already." He joked back casually. You felt something strange in your chest as he raked his eyes up and down your entirety. "All I'd be missing is the shoes..." He bit his lip.

"Yeah?" You looked back at him amused. "You want a pair?"

"Why not?" He entertained the idea.

"What is happening?" Marcus mouthed in shock.

What was happening indeed? Didn't he know who you were? His lack of fear was the most shocking part of this whole interaction. Surely he wasn't one of Caleb's newest edition of collected ghosts. Another soul he had taken, or made Willie lure him in to take it while he's blindsighted by the pretty picture Caleb paints for him. For once you wanted to lay your claim on a soul. To rub it in Caleb's face for stealing your portion of the bargain. You extended your hand out to him and asked him what any wise girl would do. You asked for his name.

"I'm Luke." He took your hand gently. Unaware of the marking you placed under his skin. Your bargains, your markings, were more subtle than Caleb's, where he wanted to show them off, you kept yours hidden behind a mere handshake. Along with the idea of never actually telling them you had done so.

"Pleasure." Your grip on his hand remained firm and tight as your eyes searched his own. You could already envision Caleb brewing with envy once he sees you and Luke engaging in a friendly, and dare you say romantic conversation. Luke didn't appear to know the full truth of what was going on. He appeared to be so blindly curious and unaware. So you went ahead and lit a spark to that curiosity as you pressed a finger to the back of his hand, caressing the length of it.

"Luke," you said slowly, testing it out. The name sounded nice; it rolled off your tongue perfectly. Luke, Luke, Luke. He would be your plaything for tonight, perhaps another time as well should you choose to extend that privilege. You felt a tinge of regret for marking a soul as pure as his, you could feel his warmth the second he sat down, but that was soon washed away with his charming grin; it made you want to make him break his moral barriers all the more. He seemed so different from the others, he was your next perfect leverage on Caleb. "I'm Y/n." You leaned forward, Luke's eyes falling in a daze at your sultry voice and doe eyes.

"Y/n..." He breathed out, mesmerized.

"Marcus I want a private space." You turned to the poor lad who was still stunned that this one guy alone was able to sweeten you down like honey. Get on your good side in the blink of an eye. "Now!"

-

Willie had paced back and forth, going over what he would say to Caleb as he waited for him at the bottom steps of his dressing room. When the man of the hour finally descended the steps Willied perked up.

"Oh hey um, Caleb." He smiled. "I brought those ghosts I met, um it's still cool they're here right?"

"Of course William! I even reserved a special table for them." Caleb shrugged him off nonchalantly.

"Woah! Uh alright, um thank you!" Willie reeled back, not expecting him to do something so nice.

"No, no, thank you!" Caleb sipped at his tea and watched as Willie made his way to leave but turned the wrong way.

"That way!" Willie laughed as he turned to go in the right direction this time.

"Hey William, while I have you here. Make sure to let me know when Y/n has arrived. I need at least half an hour to ready myself before her arrival."

"Oh, Y/n? She's already here." Willie shook his head confused, hadn't he known?

Certainly not, it appeared.

"What!" Caleb screeched, making Willie to flinch. The cup in his hands clattered onto the steps. Willie shrunk in on himself as Caleb berated him. "You useless monkey, why do I even keep you around? Oh my god, I'm not even dressed. Quick go make sure she gets everything she wants. Hopefully not my soul...Whatever she wants give it to her. A lifer's soul, it's hers. I don't care. I need to go look presentable. Go!" Willie straightened out as he walked away from Caleb's dressing room with haste. Caleb ordered staff to make sure you remained in a good mood. He was late, you had been earlier than expected and he was about to lose his shit.

-

When Caleb dispersed from the dancers and band, you had rolled your eyes as he made his entrance past the golden curtain.

He gulped nervously when his eyes danced back and forth between you sitting back on the sofa, and Luke kissing down your neck like a lovesick puppy. You hadn't stopped his attack on your skin. Caleb straightened out, clearly his throat to make his presence known.

"I don't like being kept waiting, Caleb, I have better things to do." Your voice broke in soft breaths as Luke found your sweet spot.

"Y/n, nice to have you back my sweet. We've missed your presence at the club and I-"

"Don't patronize me, ghost." You rolled your head back against the cushion.

"Ah, I see you've found our special guest of the night." He laughed nervously. "Have we bored you already, the night has only just begun." Caleb was thankful he didn't have to find you in a much more compromising situation. As he watched your hand run through Luke’s hair, a pang of emotion rose in him, jealousy? Anger? Regret? He felt his emotions bubble over as he watched Luke's lips meet your collarbones, his hands running down your back to your waist. Caleb bit his lip to keep an audible curse from escaping his lips.

You smirked, he was lucky that Luke wasn't getting too ahead of himself, but seeing how things were playing out at the moment it wouldn't take much for Luke to slip. Your attention turned back to him once Luke's lips had moved elsewhere on your body.

"Caleb, how stupid do you think I am?" Your question had caught him off guard.

He was speechless for a few moments before he regained his composure. He laughed a bit in your face. "Y/n, it's obvious," He took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "He's a soul I promise to you in our deal. I got two more waiting on you out on the floor."

Luke's head dropped lower to your chest, his kisses stooping lower down your blouse. Caleb's eyes narrowed at the sight.

"Luke's already mine." You sigh in contentment. "I meant about the souls you’re taking for yourself, Caleb."

"What of them?" Caleb's face remained emotionless. He kept his arms crossed while your head was nuzzled into Luke's neck, you were barely holding on to the conversation while your chest had been preoccupied with Luke's hot breaths. His hands slide up and down your body.

"You can't even deny you've broken our bargain." You reminded him, your mind clouded with the sensation of his kisses. "You know what happens when people cross me, Caleb." You giggled as your breath hitched with every word spoken. You placed a hand over Luke's curls to stop him from continuing his kisses down your torso, his lips rested on your chest instead.

"Surely, we can work something out." He begins softly.

"I don't think so." You spoke plainly, your eyes finally focusing on Caleb. Your hands placed on the back of the sofa, you were feeling a bit confident and sassy, something Caleb hadn't seen for a good while, not with him at least. You sit up causing Luke to fall off you. You grip his chin gently and turn his face towards Caleb. You watch as the ghost shrinks back into the shell of the man that he is as Luke's gorgeous brown eyes flash red at him.

You staked your claim on him. "You touch the other two, and this all goes away." You gesture to the room, to the entirety of the club. "I’m going to need Willie's soul by the strike of midnight. Poor thing needs a break from you seeing as you can't do your job properly. He's mine until I say so. You understand, Caleb." You recline back into the cushion.

"Yes ma'am." He nods, feeling like a child being scolded.

"You can see yourself out now. It's like you said; the night is only getting started." Your angelic laugh is one for his nightmares. Not to mention your red eyes. You hold his gaze as you push down on Luke's curls, his body sinking to the carpet before you. "You might not want to stay around for this next part Caleb. Wouldn't want to traumatize you as it is." Caleb gasps and turns in place of the sound of your zipper being pulled.

Caleb's jaw went slack. His head tilted to the side. He tried hard to hide his surprise, but he wasn't sure what he should have said in this occurrence. "Right… I will be leaving. Enjoy yourselves." He uttered stiffly. Caleb retreated out of the room.

Luke's warm hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them slightly. His lips moved back up to your neck. His fingertips trailed lightly along your collarbone, his breath hot, you could feel his blood rushing. Once you were sure Caleb was out of earshot you pulled Luke up by the collar of his shirt.

"What's wrong?" Luke's dazed-out look had you feeling a smidge of guilt. "I thought we were having fun?" He breathed out a laugh as he tried to lean in to kiss you.

"It's not that kind of business, baby. Another time." You gripped his chin and sweetly placed a kiss on his lips. 

[chloe-skywalker]

Bulldog's Or Sister - Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea x Jones Fem!reader

FP x Daughter Fem!Reader

Jughead x Sister Fem!Reader

Fangs x Toni x Fem!Reader (Friends)

Warnings: mention of near death bullying

Word count: 966

Summary: Reggie beat’s up Y/n and Sweet pEa isn’t ok with it. Neither is Fangs and Toni or FP. BUt Jughead her brother thinks there must of been some type of misunderstanding. Which makes things wrose between him and the Serpents. Y/n’s been one of them way longer than him.

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“This is going to far.” Sweet Pea shakes his head trying to control his anger.

“Agreed.” Fangs stated crossing his arms.

“They hurt Y/n. I don’t know about you but I want revenge.” Toni all but growled in defense of her friend.

“I’m right here Toni.” Y/n smiled gratefully at her best friend before turning her attention back to everyone. “And I want revenge to.” Y/n stated from her seated position, still hurting all over from the beating.

“We’ll get it princess. We will. We all will.” FP promised his daughter as he walked over to her, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

Seconds later the door to the Wyrm burst open and in walked the beanie wearing teen that everyone had been trying to get ahold of.

“What happened?” Jughead said once she was fully in the bar. As he looked around he noticed pretty much everyone was there.

“Where have you been?” FP turned to his son, fuming in rage.

“I was with Betty, we had to look into something. I came as soon as I could.” Jughead shrugged his shoulders, not getting the urgency.

“We called and texted you hundreds of times.” Toni spoke up glaring at Jughead. How could he just ignore everyone trying to get a hold of him.

“Not to mention hours ago.” Fangs joined Toni in glaring at the beanie wearing boy.

“Sorry. I was busy.” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows in confusion on why everyone seemed so passed at him.

“To busy to come to the aid of your bleeding sister?!” Sweet Pea yells enraged, he took a step forward. How could he not care about his own sister then again Sweet Pea felt he shouldn’t be surprised. Jughead always seemed to only care about his Northsider friends, more than he cared about anyone else.

“We had to take her to the hospital.” Fangs added, he to stepped forward off the wall. Fangs stared at Jughead, pissed off. “You didn’t even get here till she was already discharged.”

“Do you even care?” Toni narrowed her eyes as she put the question out there.

“Of course I care.” Jughead scoffed looking over to his sister seeing her all bruised and bandaged, cut’s littered her face and neck. He could only imagine what was under her clothes. “What happened anyway? Who hurt you?”

Jughead’s lack of concern on his face and in his tone were shocking to everyone.

“Reggie and the rest of the bulldog’s. That’s who.” Y/n spat at her brother. How could he be so nonchalant about this?!

“Are you okay?” he asked although there wasn't any concern in his voice. That’s obvious.

Do I look okay?!” Y/n yelled not believing her brother just could stand there in front of her looking at her all injured and not seem to care at all. “I’m hurt, bruised, bleeding and broken. I’m in pain and one of the people I wanted here for me was my brother and he couldn’t even bother!”

“Why’d they attack you?” Jughead asks, pointing at his sister.

“Why?” Sweet Pea copied Jughead’s words while clenching his fists.

“Yes, why? I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.” Jughead himself narrowed his eyes at the taller serpent.

“They targeted me, Jughead.” Y/n spoke up, getting more upset with her brother by the minute.

“Did they think you were someone else?” Jughead was trying to find a solution as to why the Bulldogs would do this.

It shocked and amazed all the serpents and not in a good way that Jughead instead of seeing his sister and caring or wanting revenge he would try to defend the one’s recognizable for almost killing his own sister.

“Stop trying to make excuses for them!” Sweet Pea yelled, slamming his hand down on the nearest table. Which happened to be the table Toni and Y/n were sitting at.

Y/n reached for Sweet Pea’s hand, hoping to calm him down. To reassure him she was there. Before Y/n turned her gaze back to her brother.

“They followed me, they conquered me and they attacked me. They knew it was me, I was the intended target for their attack… And you don’t even care.” Y/n had tears welling up in her eye’s at recalling what had happened to her and that it seemed her brother could care less about her.

“What happened to my son that loved and protected his sister? Cause that’s not what I’m seeing.” FP shook his head, eyes filled with disappointment.

“Dad-” Jughead start’s with wide eyes at his father’s words.

“They hurt her and you're defending them, trying to find an out.” FP stated raising his voice, anger and pain obvious in his words as he spoke. “Get out Jughead.”

Jughead loaded at his dad like he was crazy. He wants him to leave! “What?”

“Get out of my home. Get out of my serpent den. Till you can care about your family again, get out.” FP had made his decision. He didn’t recognize his son right now.

Jughead looked around seeing how no one is opposing his fathers statements of kicking him out.

“Not that you care but they did this to send a message.” Toni tells Jughead before he turned to leave.

“They left a letter with me when they left me to wither in pain and almost die. It was a threat, and doing this to me was only the beginning.” Y/n told her brother with anger and sadness in her eye’s. Letting out an unamused laugh shaking her head. “Hope you enjoy your Northside friends Jughead. Since you apparently care more about them than your family.”

A tear ran down her check as she looked at her brother like a stranger.

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[ariays]

What makes Minho a unique teen romance male lead:

1. He’s the “Mean but Not Malicious” Type

A lot of teen series have the classic bad boy male lead who’s brooding, mysterious, and sometimes outright toxic (cough Nate Jacobs from Euphoria or Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl). But Minho? He’s different.

Yes, he starts off snarky and arrogant, but he’s never cruel. His “mean” moments are more about sass, self-confidence, and playful teasing rather than being manipulative or emotionally unavailable. He’s that guy who thinks he’s all that—but is actually really soft underneath it all.

2. He’s a Himbo, But a Smart One

Minho gives off major himbo energy—he’s rich, ridiculously good-looking, and very aware of it. But unlike a lot of stereotypical “dumb jocks” in teen dramas (think Reggie from Riverdale), Minho actually has depth. He has goals, he cares about his friends, and despite his superficial exterior, he’s pretty emotionally perceptive—especially when it comes to Kitty.

3. His Character Growth Feels Earned

Some male leads in teen series tend to change too quickly once they develop feelings for the female lead. (Looking at you, Hardin from After). But Minho’s growth is gradual and believable. He doesn’t just flip a switch from “annoying rich boy” to “perfect boyfriend material.” Instead, his feelings for Kitty creep up on him, and you can see the shift in how he interacts with her.

He still teases her, but it becomes more affectionate. He still acts cocky, but you start noticing those small, vulnerable moments—like the Chuseok kitchen scene—where he actually lets his guard down.

4. He’s Unapologetically Dramatic

Minho is extra in a way that most teen drama male leads aren’t. He’s not just confident—he’s theatrical. From his grand entrances to his over-the-top reactions, he brings a comedic flair that makes him entertaining without making him a joke.

A lot of teen drama male leads tend to be serious, broody, or deeply angsty. Minho, on the other hand, brings comedic energy while still being emotionally compelling.

5. He’s Stylish & Unapologetically Metrosexual

Unlike the usual rugged, broody, or athletic male leads in teen series (think Nate from Euphoria or Conrad from The Summer I Turned Pretty), Minho embraces fashion, skincare, and self-care in a way that isn’t played off as a joke.

A lot of male leads in Western teen dramas either: ✔ Stick to basic, "masculine" fashion (hoodies, leather jackets, plain tees) ✔ Look effortlessly disheveled (the whole ‘hot but doesn’t care’ aesthetic) ✔ Avoid anything remotely “feminine” to maintain their "tough" image

Minho, on the other hand, is deliberately put together. He’s well-groomed, he cares about his appearance, and he fully owns it. From his tailored fits to his expensive skincare routine, he has a level of self-awareness and confidence that makes him unique. Instead of needing to be macho, he leans into a softer masculinity, which is refreshing.

6. He’s Not the Broody, Emotionally-Closed-Off Male Lead

Most classic teen romance male leads fall into one of these categories:

The dark, brooding, emotionally unavailable love interest (Conrad from TSITP, Hardin from After)

The soft, nerdy best friend who secretly loves the female lead (Ben from Never Have I Ever)

The overprotective, jock-type boyfriend (Noah from The Kissing Booth)

Minho doesn’t fit into any of these boxes. Yes, he starts off as a bit of a snarky, rich-boy, but he’s not emotionally closed-off. He expresses himself, he reacts dramatically, and he’s not afraid to show his feelings, whether it’s through humor, frustration, or genuine care.

His emotional openness, combined with his flair for the dramatic, makes him feel more alive compared to brooding, silent male leads who struggle to express affection.

7. He Exudes Non-Traditional Masculinity

Most male leads in teen dramas stick to a traditionally masculine aesthetic—either super muscular (Noah from The Kissing Booth) or effortlessly scruffy and rebellious (JJ from Outer Banks). Even the ones who are more “soft boy” (like Josh from To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before) tend to be written in a way that contrasts them against a tougher male lead.

Minho, however, balances both masculine and non-masculine traits in a way that makes him unique: ✔ He’s confident, but not aggressively dominant. ✔ He’s fashionable and expressive, but not reduced to a stereotype. ✔ He’s attractive, but not in the rugged bad boy way—his appeal comes from his charisma, playfulness, and charm.

His character doesn’t need to be hyper-masculine to be desirable, which is a refreshing departure from traditional male leads. He’s proof that a guy can be well-dressed, expressive, and a little flamboyant while still being a compelling love interest.

8. He’s Secure in Himself (Without Trying to Prove Anything)

Minho never tries to “prove” his masculinity. A lot of teen male leads are obsessed with dominance—whether it’s through fighting, being emotionally unavailable, or acting like they don’t care about anything.

But Minho? He doesn’t need to do that. He’s secure in himself. He knows he’s attractive. He knows he’s stylish. And he owns it. He can be extra, dramatic, and funny, but it doesn’t make him any less confident or appealing.

This is what makes him stand out from the usual teen romance male lead—he doesn’t fall into outdated ideas of what it means to be a man. He’s just him, and that’s enough.

[bartysbunny]

I'm Quite Sure It Would Kill Me

Pairing: Regulus Black x reader

Summary: Regulus has a hard time showing how much he cares and you take that as him simply not caring how you feel.

Warnings: Angst

Category: Hurt/Comfort, little angst

Word Count: 691

You needed comfort—it was simple, really. That was unless your boyfriend was Regulus Black, who prided himself on not showing his emotions, and that bled into his relationships. When you had gone to him for comfort before, it didn’t end well because he didn’t know what you needed and you couldn’t articulate your words to tell him. So you hid it.

“How are you doing, Angel?” Regulus asked as you sat down next to him for dinner.

You looked at him and smiled at him, “Pretty well.” You lied right through your teeth, and unfortunately for you, he didn’t notice.

“Well that’s great my love,” he kissed your forehead and started up a conversation with Evan who was sitting across from him. You tried not to look disappointed that he couldn’t tell you were lying. 

You ate your dinner in silence, occasionally commenting on what the two boys were talking about. Deciding you wanted to be alone and wallow in your inability to tell Regulus how you were feeling, you got up, “I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.” You leaned down and kissed Regulus on the head.

“Is everything alright love? You never go to bed this early,” Regulus looked at you with worry. You assured him you were alright then left and headed toward the Slytherin dorms. 

When you got there, you threw yourself onto your bed and curled into a ball. You cried into your pillow and hugged your stuffed animal tightly.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up with tear-stained cheeks and a horrible headache. You decided to go to the common room to get a drink. You tip-toed out of the girls dorms and into the common room. You gasped when you saw Regulus sitting on one of the lounge sofas. 

“You scared me,” you whispered. He didn’t turn to look at you.

“Why did you lie to me today?” he asked simply, still not looking at you. You were caught off-guard by his question.

“What?”

“When I asked if you were okay and you said you were, you lied to me,” he got up and finally turned to look at you. 

“Well anytime I try to talk about how I’m feeling you seem wildly uninterested,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “So yes, I lied to you.”

“I do care,” his voice softened at your harsh words.

“Then why is it so hard for you to show that?!” you raised your voice slightly, keeping in mind the dorms were mere feet away.

“Because!” Regulus burst out. “I’m scared of caring too much! What if I lose you? What if one day you decide I’m not good enough for you? I would be left with this gaping hole that I could never fill again, and I’m quite sure it would kill me!” He huffed, finally finished. He turned back toward the fire.

“Reggie…” your heart broke. He really felt that way? You walked over to him, but he refused to look at you. “Reggie, please look at me.”

You gently grabbed his face and forced him to look at you. His eyes were filled with unshed tears that made your heart ache. “I’m sorry for thinking you didn’t care. And I’m sorry for hiding my feelings from you.”

“I should be the one apologizing,” Regulus sniffled. “I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about things that are bothering you because of my fear of losing you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you so your body was flush against his. He buried his face in your neck and placed feather-light kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

You moved so you both were lying on the sofa, you lying on top of Regulus. “I really didn’t know you were hurting,” you whispered. You rubbed small circles on his chest with your thumb.

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” Regulus’s arm tightened around your waist. “You’re my partner, you deserve to be able to come to me with your frustrations and problems.”

You laid there in silence until you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

[bradleysass]

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The kitchen is too warm for comfort, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to the back of Regulus' neck despite the shade drawn across the windows. The light filters in anyway, soft and golden and far too romantic for the conversation currently unfolding over chipped teacups and mismatched chairs.

Regulus is pretending to read the Daily Prophet, though it’s upside down. Evan is slicing a pear with surgical precision, and Barty—Barty is dangerously close to being bored.

Which is never a good thing.

“I’m so tired of your secrets,” Barty drawls, kicking Regulus under the table. “You always act like you're plotting something sinister, but it’s probably just more brooding about your hair or James Potter’s forearms.”

Regulus flinches. A rookie mistake. He tries to cover it with a scoff, but Barty’s eyes are already glittering. “You’re deranged.”

“And you’re obvious,” Barty counters. “Seriously, do you think no one notices the way you go completely catatonic when Potter walks into the room?”

Regulus stiffens. “I don’t.”

“You do,” Evan says mildly, setting the knife down. “The other day he asked you what time it was and you gave him your family tree.”

Regulus glares at both of them. “I’m never telling either of you anything again.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Barty says sweetly. “I already know everything. Like, for instance…” He leans suddenly, plucking the folded parchment from under Regulus’ hand like a magician pulling a coin from behind someone’s ear. “This little gem.”

“Barty—” Regulus reaches, too late. The paper is already unfolding, and Barty’s smirk is widening by the second.

“‘Top Ten People I’d Shag,’” he reads aloud, eyebrows raising with each word. “Underlined? Oh, Reggie.”

Regulus is halfway out of his chair. “Give. It. Back.”

“Relax,” Barty says, holding the paper out of reach like he’s taunting a first-year with a levitating quill. “Let’s see… who made the cut?”

Evan takes a sip of tea, utterly unbothered. “Skip to number one. That’s where the real shame lives.”

Barty grins like a shark. “Ah, yes. The crown jewel. The man of the hour. The Gryffindor Golden Boy himself… James Potter.”

Regulus practically vibrates with indignation. “It’s not—he’s not—I was just—”

“You were just ranking people you definitely haven’t fantasized about in the showers?” Barty supplies helpfully. “Sure.”

“I didn’t mean for anyone to read it!” Regulus snaps, face burning. “It was just… a joke.”

“Funny how you only wrote it for yourself and yet underlined the title twice,” Evan muses. “Do you often joke in calligraphy?”

Regulus groans and buries his face in his hands. “I hate both of you.”

Barty swings his legs under the table. “You know what I think?” he says, ignoring the pointed look Evan gives him that says please don’t ruin his life in the next thirty seconds. “I think you wrote this list hoping someone would find it.”

“I did not—”

“Subconsciously,” Barty cuts in. “You wanted to be caught. And not by us,” he adds, glancing at the parchment. “You wanted him to find it. To see his name, right there, number one. Maybe he’d laugh. Maybe he’d get that stupid smug grin he gets when someone flirts with him. Maybe—just maybe—he’d kiss you.”

Regulus is silent. He doesn’t deny it.

Evan, ever the merciful executioner, changes the subject—sort of. “He does flirt with you, you know,” he says conversationally. “Every time you walk into a room he perks up like a dog hearing his owner’s voice.”

“He flirts with everyone,” Regulus mumbles through his hands. “That’s not special.”

“It’s different with you,” Evan says simply. “He waits for your reaction.”

Regulus doesn’t speak.

He can’t.

Because of course he’s noticed. The way James leans closer when he talks to him, like he’s bracing for impact. The way he ruffles his already chaotic hair when Regulus is around. The way he says his name—Regulus, like it’s a spell he’s trying to master, over and over, until he gets it right.

But it’s not real, is it?

It’s James Potter.

And Regulus is… not.

Not that kind of brave. Not that kind of bold. Not the kind of person who admits what he wants, let alone writes it down and lets his friends laugh about it over breakfast.

He stays quiet long enough for Barty to roll his eyes.

“I’m telling him,” Barty announces.

“No,” Regulus says, leaping up so fast he nearly trips over his chair.

“I’m writing him a list,” Barty continues, already reaching for a quill. “Top ten things Regulus wants to do to you, and surprise, all of them are variations on—”

“Touch that quill and I will hex your fingers off.”

“Worth it.”

Evan plucks the quill away and hands it to Regulus. “Leave him alone, Barty.”

“He’s pining. Pathetically.”

“I am right here,” Regulus mutters.

Barty sighs and flops back dramatically in his chair. “Fine. Keep your secrets. But when you die of unresolved sexual tension, don’t come crying to me.”

“I won’t. I’ll be dead.”

“Exactly.”

The kitchen falls into a quieter rhythm again, the tension softening like butter on toast. Evan goes back to slicing fruit. Regulus folds the list, carefully this time, and tucks it deep into his pocket.

He will burn it later.

Probably.

Unless he doesn’t.

Unless he gives it to James one day, maybe years from now, maybe when it doesn’t make his stomach turn upside down. Maybe when he’s ready.

Until then, it stays folded. Safe. Just a stupid list in his pocket, with a stupid name at the top.

James Potter.

God, he’s such an idiot.

But at least he’s not alone.

Not completely.

[ethereacals]

SO AMERICAN <3

CHAPTER 7: BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

synopsis: Remus grows attached to an american exchange student from Ilvermorny

pairings: remus lupin x american!reader

cw;, foul language

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a/n: do you guys like the new banner???

"EMILIA DRUGGED REMUS WITH AMORTENTIA." James concluded, his hands landed firmly on your shoulders as you processed the information.

"W-What?"

"It's clear! He's been all over her instead of you!"

"Doesn't mean he's drugged." You sniffed.

"You don't have to believe me, but you will soon." James announced, leaping out of the broom closet and marching his way over to where ever he was going.

"James- James!" You chased after him, frantically clearing your tears.

"James, what if it’s too late? What if he actually—"

"No. No way. This isn’t Remus. This is some twisted potion-induced fantasy that Emilia cooked up. He would never—"

"But he thinks it’s real. That’s the problem." "Then we make him see reality." James insisted, as you ran down the hallways.

"We have to do something, but we can’t just barge in and scream ‘you’ve been drugged’ at him." You reasoned, already out of breath.

"Why not? Sounds efficient to me." James turned his gaze towards you. "Because that’s how people get hexed, James." You deadpanned. "Fine, fine. Who do we tell? Sirius?" "He’ll want to murder someone." "Yeah, I’m counting on it."

"James! You cannot murder someone! Last time I checked it was illegal." You scolded, and right before James was about to respond, you heard the most sickeningly familiar laugh.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

Exactly who you needed.

"There's our guy."

"James? James!" You were getting increasingly more confused.

"Oi! Lockhart." James yelled, catching the boys attention before slamming him up against the wall.

His posse scattered in a fearful blitz.

"What the-"

"What's your damage, Lockhart?" You spat, replacing James as you pinned him to the wall.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-" Gilderoy writhed under you.

"You had sixth year potions last year, didn't you? You know how to brew Amortentia, don't you?" You accused, unbeknownst to you- James was incredibly impressed.

"I- Maybe-"

"A fucking maybe doesn't cut it! Yes or no?"

"Y-Yes! Yes I- I did! I do! W-What's this about?"

"Don't play dumb, dipshit. You helped Emilia Sallow drug Remus!" You nudged him farther into the wall, pressing your wand against his throat as he quivered.

"M-Yes! Yes- I did! S-She said that-that she would make one for me to-to drug y-you when sh-e finished this course!" He admitted.

"I knew it!" James cheered, and you released Gilderoy.

"Fuck off, Lockhart, and if you're smart- you'll never speak to me again." You threatened, as he scrambled to his feet and dashed away.

James clapped, as your adrenaline skyrocketed.

"That felt good."

"Good? That was bloody brilliant!" James smiled widely, grabbing your hand and tugging you away from the scene.

A plan was underway, a big one.

"WE NEED TO GET HIM ALONE, BUT Emilia is glued to his side." You eyed Remus and Emilia, as you and James sat together in the Great Hall. "He's even sitting with her." Sirius mentioned.

"I couldn't tell." You deadpanned, fists clenched.

"What's the plan?" Peter asked meekly.

"Just- waiting until Emilia cracks, we need to find an antidote though." James answered, though he sounded a bit uncertain of himself.

"You could ask someone who's knows a great deal about potions?" Lily suggested, and Sirius had an idea.

"You could talk to Reggie! He knows tons." Sirius urged, and James' head went into auto-pilot.

"R-Regulus? I'll go talk to him!" James got up- quicker than he should have according to the confused looks on his friends faces.

"I-I mean... I guess I'll go talk to him.." James sank back down in his seats.

"I'll go talk to Slughorn, but don't worry, I'm great at being discreet."

"PROFESSOR, DO YOU KNOW OF ANY antidotes for someone who is-hypothetically-under the influence of a love potion?" Slughorn turned to you, his brow furrowed.

"Hypothetically? What is this for, Ms. L/N?" He questioned.

"Well- We have that whole project on the subject. I felt it would be a good addition to my presentation." You smiled, and he nodded.

"Ah, of course. I do enjoy seeing my students so passionate about something I teach." He prided himself, as he led you to his desk.

"You would need Wiggentree bark, crushed bezoar and essence of dittany. Cures it like a charm, every time it's been tested." He smiled, turning back to you as you mentally noted what ingredients you were to be using.

"Perfect, thank you very much, Professor." You turned to leave, the second stage of your plan complete.

"REMUS... CAN WE talk?" You stuttered, you hadn't spoken to him since potions.

"You don’t have to check in on me, I’m fine. You should be worrying about James, not me."

Oh, for god's sake—enough with this ‘I’m fine’ shit! You’re about as fine as Peter is at lying!"

"I don’t have time for this."

"You always used to have time for me."

"Things change." Remus spat.

"No, they don’t. You change under a full moon. This? This isn’t you. And you know it." You urged him.

"I… I love Emilia."

"I never said anything about Emilia."

"I love her." He pushed.

"Do you? Or do you just think you do?"

"I—I don’t know! It’s like—I think about her, and it feels right, but then—then I see you and it—" He stopped himself abruptly.

"Then what?"

"Then it feels wrong."

"Then fight it! Before it’s too late."

Remus looked at you, his eyes full of something deep and pained—something real. But just as quickly as it appears, he shoved it down, his body tense.

"I need to go." His voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, he turns and walks away, his posture rigid, leaving you standing there, fists clenched at your sides.

"We don’t have much time." You thought.

GRYFFINDOR WAS hosting a large party after their quidditch win against Hufflepuff, and most students 5th year and above were in attendance.

"Do you think their gonna show up?" James leaned over towards you, Sirius mirroring him on your other side.

"We can only hope?"

"Oh, speak of the devil." Lily muttered, as Emilia came strutting in with Remus as if he was on a leash.

The snake sauntered over to Gilderoy as they held a pleasant conversation, before James sauntered over to a large table in the center of the common room.

Sirius also took action, pulling Remus aside and into their dorm room as "shit was about to hit the fan" according to Marlene.

"Attention everyone!" James shouted, actively gaining attention from his peers.

"I just wanted to congratulate my mind-blowing team, on another win!" The Gryffindors erupted into applause and cheers, just as James shushed them once more.

"I just have one question-" He added, his loyal crowd waiting in suspence.

"Emilia, you look great tonight." He started, and her face lit with shock.

"O-oh? Really?" She batted her eyelashes.

"How long have you been drugging Remus Lupin?"

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[kawaiibarty]

unedited jegulus oneshot at exactly 1,4k words based on this insta post (please check out the artist they're so cool) the ending is so rushed because i cba 😭😭😭😭😭

Saying that Regulus wasn't used to this would be one of the greatest understatements he'd ever make, and given his past, well that says a lot.

It happened when he and James were in the library, and where Regulus was meant to be studying, he'd found himself staring at the other boy intently. He couldn't help it, anyway. The boy that was usually loud, chatting non-stop to ensure that Regulus was painfully aware of his presence now sat with his nose buried deep in a book he'd chosen from the shelf at random. Except he hadn't turned the page in about seven full minutes and Regulus was beginning to feel weirdly irritated by the fact that James hadn't said anything since he'd asked to join him (which would be a groundbreaking first).

“Good book?” He finally asked, and James jerked, clutching the book towards him as if it would run away. Regulus frowned at the startled ‘deer-in-headlights’ look on the other boy's face.

“Uh, yeah?” James said, cheeks turning pink, and he must have noticed the vaguely irritated way Regulus watched him because he stared back at the open book. He gestured to it rather weakly and said, “Very interesting. Yes.”

“So tell me what it's about.”

James balked, looking rather stupid with his mouth hanging open. Regulus sighed, running a hand through his hair, cursing himself mentally as he asked “Potter, are you okay? And don't give me that look, I'm just as surprised as you are that I care.”

James' blush spread to his ears and he shook his head, then nodded and when Regulus sighed again he shrugged, defeated.

“If I wasn't, there's not much you could do to help anyway.” James said, looking back at the book, trying his best to feign nonchalance but Regulus wasn't stupid. He reached forward, pulling the book away from James.

“Hey, that's not fair.” James grumbled indignantly but made no move to take it back.

“Come on, Potter. You force shit out of me the same way, have a taste of your own medicine.”

James worried his lip, looking down at the table, “I told you. You can't do anything about it. It's stupid.”

Regulus groaned, sitting all the way back in his chair.

“Potter, between you and I, I sort of actually care about you, okay? Seriously, if you have something that's bothering you,” he caught James’ eyes, finishing weakly under the curious scrutiny, “you can tell me...”

Silence dragged and Regulus wondered if he'd pushed too hard. The golden boy of Gryffindor tower looked as though he hadn't slept for days and Regulus told himself that he was right to ask, after all James’ eyes were far too tired for someone who is usually smiling at everything.

Regulus opened his mouth, then closed it. An overwhelming urge to bundle the other boy up in a giant blanket and stroke his hair until he fell asleep washed over him. He cringed, attempting to shake the thought out of his head and promptly failed when he turned his eyes back to James. The Gryffindor looked pathetic and he wanted to kiss him square on the forehead. He couldn't stop himself, Regulus let his mouth betray him. Just this once.

“I could hug you, if that's what you want.” As James laughed, Regulus thought that the betrayal was worth it. It was small but it was something.

“Did you mean to say that out loud, Reggie?” a tinge of humour, almost entirely sincere.

“Hm, maybe. What gave it away?”

James perked up slightly, head tilted to the side in that curious way of his, “I'm pretty sure that when you don't like a thought you've made you screw your face up and all. You do it a lot anyway.”

Regulus scoffed, a little embarrassed “No, that's ridiculous. What's wrong with you? You've never turned down a hug before, anyway”

“Real smooth subject change, and I never did turn it down. I just—” James smiled a little bashfully this time, fingers picking at the edge of the table, “— uhm, it's really nothing. I, uhm…”

Regulus mused that he must have sighed a million times by then. He rolled his eyes, palms smacking against the table.

“You're frustrating me.”

James mimicked him, “You're frustrating me.” He punctuated it with an exaggerated pout, slamming his hands on the table and flinching at the noise. Stupid Potter.

“Okay, so you want to be hugged?” Regulus would be lying if he said he'd feel disappointed if the hug was properly rejected, but he kept his face as neutral as possible.

James hid himself behind his hands, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses, “Yeaaah, I guess.”

“Ugh, what do you mean, ‘I guess’? It's either yes or no.”

“I'm like,” James reached out to thin air, waving his hands in little circles and Regulus would've found it endearing if he wasn't itching with mild irritation, “I don't know? Like, uhm…”

“Merlin's fucking beard, Potter. Spit. It. Out.”

“You're so tiny!” James screwed his face up, shaking his head.

“What? I am not.” Regulus didn't bother with being embarrassed by how defiant he sounded because James Bloody Potter calling him tiny was not something he wanted to hear after being picked on by Barty and Sirius for his height every time he breathed.

“I mean, like—” he gestured to Regulus, then to himself and when it seemed words failed him he groaned, hands coming back to his eyes.

“I hug you right?”

Regulus squinted at him, “Uh huh…” every word that James sputtered out concerned him more but he let the other boy speak. He wanted to hear everything.

“And then, uhm, yeah it's like,” James gestured stupidly again, “I hug you, and you can, you know? Lay your head on my chest.”

Understanding dawned on Regulus, he smiled, then caught himself and schooled his expression as best as he could. Pointless, considering James had already noticed and the Gryffindor’s face was redder than Regulus had had the privilege of seeing. He looked dumb. In a cute way.

“You're scrunching your face up again.” James mumbled.

“So you want to feel smaller than me when you're being hugged?”

There was a moment of Regulus waiting expectantly for a vacant James to answer and when he didn't, Regulus nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up as he stood, pulling a stool away from the bookshelf behind them.

“I'll take that as a yes, then.”

Regulus stood on the stool, arms held open.

“What are you—”

“I'm not waiting all day, Potter.”

“I didn't take you for a jokester.” James said, something vulnerable in his voice caused Regulus' heart to stutter in his chest.

“I'm not. Now come on, before someone sees me standing here like an imbecile.”

Slowly, James stood too. He looked everywhere but at Regulus, inching forward like a little kid afraid of tripping over something.

“James. It's fine.” Regulus’ attempt at sounding genuine must have worked because as soon as he'd said that, James' forehead was touching his chest. Regulus cautiously wrapped his arms around the boy, feeling arms snake around him at the same time.

James sighed, breath hitching a little. They stood like that for a bit, Regulus praying to whatever muggle god was out there to mute his racing heartbeat.

“So…are you okay, Potter?” he asked as a distraction.

Fists clenched into Regulus' shirt, another little sigh. A little bit like a hiccup. Regulus’ heart did that jumpy thing again.

“Potter, I asked—”

“Say it again.” muffled and softer than Regulus had heard James speak in his entire schooling career at Hogwarts. A lot of firsts for one day, it started to make Regulus dizzy.

“Are you okay, Potter?”

James shook his head defiantly, probably messing up Regulus’ shirt and tie in the process, “Nah uh.”

Regulus fought a tired groan from escaping, gritting his teeth he managed; “Use your words, you baby.”

“My name.”

"I did—" Oh.

Oh. Regulus was properly blushing now.

“Oh, uh. James, are you okay?” he whispered, knees weak with embarrassment.

James' grip relaxed and he pulled himself away gently, looking up at Regulus. A dopey smile plastered on his face, eyes a little watery.

“Yeah, I think I'm good.”

“Okay.”

Regulus really, honest to Merlin could not stop himself this time as he leant forward, kissing James on the forehead.

He was stupid. In a cute way. So it's fine.

[my-castles-crumbling]

blush - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 306

“...nah, mate!” James Potter was yelling boisterously to Sirius and a gaggle of other boys as he lounged on a bench in the Entrance Hall, obviously waiting for dinner. “We’ve got the Quidditch Cup in the bag this year, don’t we? The after party’s going to be one for the ages! All the other houses don’t stand a chance. We’ll wipe the floor with them, guaranteed…”

He prattled on obliviously as Regulus, arms crossed and an unamused look on his face, watched from a few meters away.

“Gonna put him in his place?” Barty chuckled, smirking knowingly.

Regulus rolled his eyes. Normally, he’d reprimand James in private, but he was feeling particularly bored this morning. So, he squared his shoulders and cleared his throat.

“That’s not what you said last night,” he called across the Hall, voice cutting across the raucous group’s laughter and making them all stop cold and stare.

James’s face when he realized it was him…oh, Regulus would cherish it for years to come. 

Stepping forward, arms still folded, Regulus walked up to the Gryffindors, face carefully aloof. “What did you say, Jamie?” he asked sweetly, enjoying the blush that spread across his boyfriend’s cheeks. “Oh, yes. ‘You’re fucking fantastic, Reggie. I swear you’re the best Quidditch player I’ve ever seen. Watching you on a broom? Godric, I adore you.’ Or was that just to get in my pants?”

James only stared, mouth open wide, before he had the good sense to say abashedly, “No, baby, of course not. I meant it.”

The crowd tittered and cat-called, but James didn’t back down. He just smiled at Regulus a bit dazedly, the apology all over his awe-filled face. 

“Good,” Regulus smirked, trying to hide his own fondness. “Don’t you forget it, either.”

And he walked away towards a guffawing Barty, leaving James to his friends’ good-natured teasing.

[regtheseeker]

oh fuck, we got the same colors? (Remus Lupin x Barty Crouch Jr. x Regulus Black)

smut without plot.

Peter is hosting a party but he is afraid that his party is going to suck so he plans a game. Before entering the house everyone should pick a paper. Every paper has it is own color but there are same mixed colors. The people who chose the same colors must fuck.

Regulus pops the head of Barty's cock out his mouth when Remus enters the room. 

"Oh fuck, we got the same colors?" Remus groans and wants to step back but some hand pushes him inside the room.

"Not enjoying the view?" Barty grins breathlessly. Regulus glances back but continues licking Barty's balls sloppily. Barty pulls Regulus's hair making him moan. Remus is not sure to join since one of them is his best friend's boyfriend and the other is kinkiest motherfucker in the world. 

"Oh c'mon Moony, don't you want to slap your dick on my face?" Barty sticks out his tongue while pushing himself in Regulus's throat making him gag. "Is it tasty, Reggie?" Regulus nods and moans enjoyingly. Remus is so desperate for sex since he broke up with his boyfriend and the view front of him makes him hungry.

"Fuck you, Peter, for fuck's sake." Remus approaches  Regulus's back and starts kissing. Regulus takes out Barty's cock and turns to Remus. Remus licks the saliva from his mouth. Regulus grins and takes off Remus's clothes. Now Regulus is on his knees sucking both Remus's and Barty's dick. 

"You are such a whore, Black. You deserve two dicks in your small mouth, don't you my little slut?" Remus slaps Regulus's face while fucking his mouth. Barty pulls Remus closer and  kisses his lips, sticking his tongue in his mouth. Remus wraps his fingers around Barty and chokes him while eating his mouth.

"I am gonna fuck both of your asses." Barty moans Remus's mouth. Remus raises his eyebrow.

"Get down on your knees, Crouch, suck my cock. I want to see it in your mouth." Barty gulps and sits beside Regulus. Regulus takes out Remus's cock from his mouth and plays it with his long fingers. Regulus starts to rub Remus's cock on Barty's juicy lips. Remus throws his head back when he feels Barty's lips wrapping around his thick cock.

"Suck it, yes, oh shit-" Remus groans and puts his cock all inside of Barty's mouth. Barty gags. "Now, both of you, suck it together. Rub your tongues all over it." Remus pulls both Regulus's and Barty's hair and sticks his cock between their mouths.

"I wonder how will your boyfriends react if they see you eating my cock right now" Remus slaps his dick on Barty's face, as he wished before. "I bet Evan would enjoy the view and get jealous for not eating your giant cock, Lupin" Barty smirks while sucking the juice out of Remus's cock. Remus looks at Regulus and pulls him up to his eyesight.

"What about you, Reggie? What do you think? How would James and Sirius react? Would they be satisfied by your mouth around my soft balls, hm?" Remus starts to pull Regulus's dick, making him moan.

"James hates sharing me." Regulus's pre-come drips out of his dick. 

"But you enjoy new cocks in you," Remus slaps his ass. Now he pulls Barty and lays on the bed. 

"Regulus, be a good boy and take my cock inside, baby." Regulus obeys Remus and sits on him. Barty starts kissing Remus's lips sloppily, while Regulus tries to stick Remus's cocks head in. "Oh.. Shit you are so tight, Reg.. Doesnt James fuck that ass often?" Regulus moans and starts moving.

"It's not because- It is your cock.. So big to fit inside." Regulus moans breathlessly. He moves faster as he gets used to the big cock. Barty is so desperate. He pulls his dick but doesn't feel satisfied. Remus looks at Barty's dick and then his face, he opens his mouth. Barty grins to this gesture and rubs his dick to Remus's tongue. Barty closes his eyes and moans. He loves Remus's mouth.

"Is it good, Lupin? Do you want me to fuck your mouth harder, while you fuck my best friend?" Barty slaps his dick all over Remus's face. Now his face shines from all that sticky water. "I want to come on to your face and lick it, Lupin. Let me ruin your pretty face with my cum."

"Yes, come on my face, Crouch. I want to feel it, taste it." Remus groans as Regulus jumps on him. He sucks Barty's dick with joy. Barty pulls and puts his dick, rubs to his face. 

"Oh shit- Remus, I'm gonna come, are you ready?' Barty moans and comes to Remus's face. Remus licks around his mouth. He is ready to come too.

"Reg-" He moans. "Faster baby, I am about to come." Regulus moans while hitting his ass to Remus's body. Barty licks his cum from Remus's face. Then he sticks his tongue out to show it to Remus. Remus pulls him closer and starts kissing his lips. Barty spits his cum to Remus's mouth. Remus swallows and comes inside Regulus. Regulus lays beside Remus, tired.

"Now, Barty, you gotta clean your best friend's ass" Remus grins while looking at both. Barty sticks his face on Regulus's ass, licking Remus's cum out of his hole. Then he pushes come inside Regulus again. Remus starts sucking Regulus's red pulsing dick. Regulus moans and comes to Remus's mouth.

"I would gladly fuck your ass, too, Barty but you need to wait for the second round." Remus cleans around his mouth from Regulus's cum and licks his finger. Three of them lays on the bed with heavy breaths.

[noblehouseofgay]

We're Gonna Break You

Rosestarkiller microfic

Nsfw, pure fucking smut

Trans regulus

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"Fine."

Barty and Evan blinked.

"Fine? Like- you mean yes?"

"Yes. Fine. I want to do it."

Barty jumped out of his seat, immediately pinning Regulus to the wall. The green haired boy smirked and leaned in close.

"We're gonna break you, Black."

Barty immediately attacks his mouth. Kissing. Biting. Regulus let's out a whimper in surprise. His hands latch onto Barty's shirt.

Already lost in the feeling, he didn't notice Evan sneak in, gently mouthing at Regulus' neck. He slid Regulus' collar to the side, leaving kisses on his shoulder.

He could get used to this. Really.

"I want to eat you. Get on the bed."

He was in a daze, Barty's words and Evan's gentle pull towards the bed were the only things keeping him on the ground.

Evan stopped them near the bed. Barty came over and shoved Regulus down.

Barty climbed on top of him, straddling the smaller boy. He ran his hands up Regulus' body, stopping at his neck to gently squeeze. His gaze was hungry, wanting to take Regulus apart under him.

He moved back, pulling Regulus' legs apart and taking off his pants. Regulus was already wet, and Barty smirked.

"That excited already, Reggie?"

"Just fuck me, Crouch."

He had a wicked grin as he bit down on Regulus' thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. Regulus yelped, clutching the bed. Not wasting a second to let him prepare, Barty dove in. He licked between wet folds, mouthing at Regulus' clit.

"B- Barty-! Fuck-"

Evan coming back into the picture, sat above Regulus' head. He leaned down to kiss him, swallowing the moans he let out.

He leaned into Regulus' ear, Evan's deep voice whispering, "Such a good boy for us."

Regulus was panting now, looking up at Evan.

"K-kiss me again, Ev."

He obliged, kissing him messily. Evan grabbed Regulus hair, pulling his head to the side to kiss his neck. Evan left mark after mark down to Regulus' shoulders.

Regulus was shaking now, legs tensing up and wrapping around Barty, who was eating him like a starved man.

Barty shoved his tongue into Regulus' hole, making the smaller boy tighten his legs.

"I- I'm- fuck- I'm gonna-"

Barty dug his nails into Regulus' thighs as he came into his mouth, crying out a stream of curses. He didn't leave a single drop behind, licking every inch of Regulus clean.

Regulus was shaking and trying to breathe, tears drying on his cheeks. Evan was gently petting his head, helping him come down from the high.

Once he could think again, he looked at both of the boys.

"Get inside me. I don't care who. I want someone inside me. Fuck me stupid."

Barty and Evan smirked at each other, switching places on the bed.

Evan gently ran his fingers along Regulus' cunt. "You sure you can handle it?"

"Did I stutter, Rosier? I said fuck me."

He gave a sly smile, pulling a condom out from a drawer. He took off his pants and positioned himself over Regulus.

He was big. Regulus bit his lip, looking at it. Barty leaned down by his ear.

"Like what you see?"

Regulus nodded.

"Rosie will treat you well. Promise." He bit Regulus ear lobe before pulling away.

Already stretched, Evan slowly slid himself in. Regulus winced, gripping the sheets. "Fuck, Ev..."

"Shh...I'll take care of you, Reg."

Regulus whimpered, watching him gently start to thrust. Barty held Regulus' head in place, making him watch Evan take him apart from the inside.

Tears came to his eyes as it got harder and faster. "Ev- Evan! Please- fuck!"

One last slam back into him and they were both coming, Regulus yelling so loud the common room probably heard.

He slowly pulled out, leaning forward to kiss Regulus again. "Good boy."

Once they were apart, Barty shoved Evan down.

"My turn. I wanna ride my Rosie."

Regulus laughed, feeling completely fucked out. He just laid there, watching Barty on top of Evan. It was hot to say the least.

They'd definitely be doing this again.

[dear-theodosia22]

James was not prepared for this conversation to happen now.

It had all started so innocently with James asking Sirius about their potions homework.

From there it devolved into other topics as is their other conversations they've had before.

Until eventually it landed here

"Well?" Sirius asked, with an eyebrow raised.

"Erm, I'm not.. really sure mate..." James replied albeit nervously.

"Well you've gotta know I've seen you recently"

" But I... don't wanna make you upset?" James said, ending with a more question-like response.

" Are you asking me or telling me? Why would it make me mad?" Sirius smirked blowing a piece of hair from his makeshift bun made with his wand

" Erm... telling you?"

"Oh, Prongs you sweet lovely innocent boy, Tell me"

James' eyebrow furrowed, he already knew his answer but he didn't wanna upset anyone. He was beginning to get frustrated.

At that moment the dorm door swung open, revealing Remus and Peter back from the kitchens, their hands piled with snacks and sweets for them all to enjoy

Remus took one look at Sirius and James and turned right back around.

Peter chuckled to himself and left some snacks in the dorm before leaving.

" Good luck lads, hope your friendship with each other can withstand whatever this is"

Sirius looked at Peter before giving James a puzzled glance before going back to their conversation

Sirius cleared his throat, "I think, you already have your answer"

James nervously nodded, his throat bobbing.

"Well I mean your crush can't be too bad. Not like it's Mulciber or Merlin forbid, Snivelus" Sirius says, obviously to crack the tension but having the opposite affect

"What, why would I want to shag them? That's like me wanting to shag your brother" James awkwardly replies with a slight crack to his voice.

Sirius' eyes narrow, turning into every bit the Black Heir as he was trained to be.

"It's Reggie isn't it?" Sirius snides coldy, no longer joking.

James starts to fear for his life.

" Do you love him?"

"Yes, I do"

" Will you do whatever is necessary for him?"

" Erm.... Yes?"

" Even murder?"

" Yes" James replied, because if he's ever been sure of anything in his life it's this.

Sirius takes a deep breath, then smiles all joyful and friendly. " Welcome to the family Prongs!"

"Wha-what, that's it?"

" Yup you've officially passed the Black family test!" Sirius grinned.

" The old croon may have been insane and wrong about nearly everything, but shockingly not that. Though technically she never came up with that." Sirius ponders for a minute but then shrugs as if it was a brief thought.

James wanted to act confused but after years of being Sirius' friend he's used to the Black family dramatics.

Doesn't make it any better to deal with though.

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 14!!

July 14th <3

Rejection - @jegulus-microfic - words: 590

First part Previous part

His eyelashes flickered slightly, the once darkness of his eyelids turning brighter and brighter by the minute. The once quiet of their room, with the occasional snore from James, had turned into birds singing and whispers in his ear.

“Regulus.”

There was no answer, only the piercing gaze of James that he could just about feel burning into his skin.

“Regulus.”

“Reggie.” A harsh rugged whisper in his ear, hushed like a secret that was shared between the two boys even though they were all alone. Alone..

He turned his head to the side, becoming face to face with James Potter, crouched down next to his bed with soft eyes scanning over him. He had a hand on Regulus’ cheek, tapping it to wake him up.

A groan.

He fought every urge he had within himself to lean into the hand, but his tired, sleep filled mine clearly didn’t get the memo as he leant into the warmth and safeness of his roommates hand.

Fingers traced over his cheeks, rubbing in circles then brushing over the small dimple lower on his cheek. Regulus wasn’t sure if James realised what he was doing, but oh did it feel sweet.

“Get up.” James spoke through a smile.

He grumbled, shaking his head and rolling his face to shove it directly in the pillow.

“Oh my god.” James ruffled his curls, he seemed to like doing that, touching Regulus’ hair. Not that Regulus was complaining, if it were up to him he’d have James’ hands there all night. “You’re so cute.”

And if Regulus wasn’t awake before, he surely is now.

-

Yes, Regulus knows he has a crippling fear of rejection, it’s been strung bone deep into him since he was a child. Don’t want to get hurt? Don’t offer your feelings up on a silver platter for everyone to see, simply hide them away within the dark depths of your head and pray you forget about them eventually.

So right now, Regulus could feel those feelings roaring from the back of his head as he watched James idly talk to a girl.

Of course he knew he had no right to be so jealous about the fact that James was speaking to Lily Evans, she was gorgeous and James was probably straight. Even though Regulus pondered on that point every time James looked at him with that adoring glint in his eyes. But that was surely just him being delusional, a man can dream.

He just settled for watching from a distance, and thinking, which probably wasn’t a good thing to do, as when his mind started going it never seemed to stop. It just flew memories and hopeful nothings through his brain, swiping through his life like it was fucking instagram.

Right now, for instance, that one quote from James wound round and round in his head.

You’re so cute.

Is that a good thing? Or was he treating him like a child, like his best friends adorable little brother? Honest to god, Regulus can read everyone, everyone but James, and it’s driving him insane.

Now on the way that James glared at Pandora while she lay on his lap, and how distracted James got just by a smile that he became an absolute mess.

How could someone be so happy, so genuine, so caring and selfless yet so impossible to figure out. Regulus was convinced there’s many layers to who James Potter is, and he wants to peel them away one by one and admire every single version of him.

Next part

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Drawing Her

Regulus Black x Potter! Reader

word count: ~550

warnings: none

note: ... i've been gone awhile, without warning i'm sorry. it was really just a lot of personal stuff, then my sister had another baby so i was helping with her toddler and just been busy but i'm hopefully back (??)

The air was calm, which wasn’t usual around the black lake. The couple were on the rocky shore, Y/n had brought a blanket for the two since they were planning to spend their day together there. It was the weekend and most of the students were at Hogsmeade, including the marauders so they decided that staying back at the castle was the best way to get some alone time together. 

Y/n was standing feet half in the water. It was an optical spot for skipping rocks, or that's what she told Regulus when he asked why she was taking off her shoes and tossing them to him. Unlike his girlfriend Regulus wasn’t interested in what he called a ‘physical activity’.

“Did ya see that one, Reg?! I reckon that was what? 4? 5? Skips!” She turned on her heels, feet digging further down in the sand, and saw that Regulus was more focused on his sketchbook than her. “Love!” 

Her yelling broke the boy from his focused stare, “Yes?” He said, wiping his head up to face her. He instead didn’t only got his beautiful girlfriend running up and falling down on the ground next to him, in turn he subconsciously blocked his page from her view, an action she noticed instantly.

“What were you drawing?” “N-nothing, it was just the uh- view, the water and mountains.. And the castle.” “The view? Me? Were you drawing me? I’ve never had a boyfriend who drew, a boy has never drawn me! That is such a movie moment!” She rambled, not even conscious of what she’s saying, now she’s worried that maybe that wasn’t something he wanted her to know, or worse he wasn't even drawing her at all. 

“You can look.” He mumbled while handing the book over to her.

“I don’t have too.” “It’s fine.” “Okay.” She smiled, making grabby hands and moved to lean her head back on her boyfriend’s lap.

The book settled on her chest to be comfortable in front of her face, and with Regulus’ hands running through her hair. Her eyes now landed on the drawing, a landscape of the hills and part of the castle in the background, and in the centre of it all was the young girl skipping her rocks.

“Reggie! This is so good!” She muttered and studied the piece, then flipped the page to the previous, it being a sketch of the male anatomy. “Woah! Warn a girl.” 

She flipped back a few pages and landed on another sketch of a girl that looked just like her. “This is me. You’ve drawn me before.” “Many times.” “‘Many times’!” “Yes, and suppose that may sound creepy or a bit stalker-ish.” “Maybe, but I think it’s cute. How many drawings do you have of me?” “Um.. Well, a few from over the past 5-6 years.” 

Y/n sat up fully, and sat criss-cross while facing him. “Since your first year?!” “Okay, yes, it’s bloody creepy but- I mean I’ve liked you for so long and I just think you're beautiful. I’m sorry if it creeps you out-” “No really, Hun. I think it’s really sweet. I mean it makes me feel great, aren’t I just irresistible?”

Just as always, Regulus rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and mumbled, “Yes, darling you really are.”

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