#he kinda...🤭🤭

[punk-o-ween]

why is eigth kinda...

all he had was no memories, a party city costume, borrowed shoes, too much chemistry with his costars and a dream. and he damn well made it work

[lilislegacy]

I really wish we could get a scene where Percy reaches his breaking point and uses all his abilities at once. I want to see a proper earthquake. I want to see what he can do with his control over storms. Like, I want to see him move mountains - literally move mountains - to take care of business. Maybe the world is about to end. Maybe Annabeth is in danger. Maybe Estelle is in danger. Maybe his own children are in danger. There are several things that could make him so angry and scared that his limits shatter.

Children of Poseidon, even demigods, are often referred to as monsters. Because like the sea, they are brutal and merciless. And Poseidon has implied that Percy has surpassed every hero he’s ever seen, even hercules, when it comes to his capabilities and determination. Leo and Hazel have said you can physically feel and see his power, even if he’s not doing anything. I want to see Percy really tap into the godly part of him. I want him to send his enemies running for their mommies. And I want to read it from someone else’s point of view. Someone who can describe what it really looks and feels like.

Becasue imagine the most frightening, intimidating man you’ve even seen - his wolffish glare, embodied by his sharp features, frightening enough to paralyze you in fear - flying straight towards you on an angry black pegasus. Hundreds of other angry pegasi fan out on either side of him, looking like something out of a mythical nightmare. Then a dark, gigantic wave spanning several miles, taller than mountains, rises behind him. It’s towering over the valleys and hills, casting a shadow over the land, and coming right towards you, ready to demolish and drown every semblance of your existence. Then all of a sudden the entire sky is dark and the air is cold, and the storm hits you with unforgiving force. The brutal winds and sharp cold rain is so strong that you can barely stand. The booming cracks of thunder make your ears ring, and the blinding bolts of lightning light up the sky like electricity is at war with itself. And now… now the entire earth is shaking. The ground is rumbling beneath you so violently that every part of your body is painfully trembling, your teeth chattering and eyes bouncing. The earth around you is splitting into wide chasms, boulders tumbling and tress falling. Oh also a fucking volcano just blew up. It’s suddenly hard to breath as rock and dirt rain down on you, and you’re about to be burned and buried by miles worth of molten ash. Pompeii part 2, brought to you by Perseus Jackson.

Only this is 10x worse, because every natural element is out for your complete and utter destruction.

Because Percy controls all of that. And if he hits his breaking point, there’s no telling what he could do if he set his mind to it.

[hawkinsbnbg]

Eddie’s lucky charm was a polaroid of Steve’s pussy. Pretty and covered in lace, glistening and flushed with Eddie’s loving kisses.

It was tucked safely in his wallet, taken discreetly after one night when Steve had been too out of it to hear the noise when the camera went off.

And though it made him look like a huge creep, Eddie couldn't help but keep taking those photos without Steve’s notice and put them into his secret collection.

He just loved his baby so much, okay? There was no law that forbade him from thirsting after his husband. Not even when he knew Steve would yell at him if the cat was out of the bag.

If was the keyword here.

Because Eddie was always careful and on the alert, making sure his every move was surreptitious, only taking the goods after Steve was asleep or too delirious to catch him red-handed.

Only that Eddie never expected Steve to have already known about his perverted hobby and have been playing along this whole time.

The reason Steve still pretended to be oblivious was because he liked to be put on display for his husband, and he also kinda got off on it.

One day, he would “confront” Eddie about those photos and demand something in return. But it wasn’t today.

Today, he was going to “conk out” right after being fucked stupid again, and try to not get too worked up when Eddie manhandled him around for better angels.

[yourlittlettoy]

Oh nooOooOoOoOoooo the hero has been captured‼️‼️😱 I sure hope nothing *terrible* happens to her nowww~ 😜🤪😝

Here’s a little behind the scenes with Wakasirasan today (Facilitated by @spiffytickler)! I got to be a SUPER HERO 😌😌~ shame it didn’t save me from any of the unspeakable things that ensued after this pic lmaooo 😰. Who’s excited to see the finished product of this shoot?? LOWKEY, I KNOW I AM 🤣. Curiosity and all to see if it looks just as evil as it felt for me to go through it 👀😅😵. Gambatte @wakasira in your editing! We look forward to your results 🥰

[skitskatdacat63]

Google, play "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails

[cakesmelons]

I missed them..💞(don't mind the uh change of clothes...)

So basically I have this discarded drawing of shattered with a... tongue and like this is my way of.... I dunno undiscarding it?

[celestie0]

need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au

[personwhowrites]

Diner Adventures 2

slight stalker!John soap Mactavish x gn!reader.

Tw: none!

Part 1

Picking up Soap’s handwritten napkin, was an odd feeling. This man annoyed you, yet still apologized with a handwritten note on some napkin covered in some slight grease. The cook gave you the stare of ‘you aren’t actually gonna..’

“Don’t say anything..” You say stuffing the napkins into your apron. “At least they stacked their plates.”

“You aren’t really gonna.. contact some stranger that kept nagging you..right?” The cook replies raising his right brow. “Don’t tell me you got for mohawk men..”

“At this point in my dating life, i might settle down for anything.” You joke with a small grin. “Come on, they seemed nice didn’t they?”

“Weren’t we just talking bad about them?” The cook groans and grabs the plates. “Again, didn’t he nag you about the menu? How disgusting it was and how on earth us Americans would eat that crap?”

“Yes, but he apologized.” You point out grabbing the empty cups.

“On a grease used napkin.” The cook reminds you before shaking his head. “They did seem hungry.. they ate everything up.”

“..you’re right..” You mumble looking at the empty plates in the cooks hand. “Maybe someone finally liked your cooking!”

“..That Gaz guy said i should stir the pancake better.” The cook chuckles and walks into the back.

You stand there for a moment, before quickly following. The cook sighs in some defeat as he stares at the dirty plates in the sink.

“We should get a dishwasher.” The cook mentions while placing the dishes in the sink. “It can help us.”

“No one in their right mind would be some dishwasher for a diner in the middle of nowhere.” You reply and walk to the sink. “Rock paper scissors?”

The cook groans and nods, soon you start playing rock paper scissors. As your about to throw rock, the manager comes in with a nasty look on their face.

“Aren’t you two supposed to be tending to the customers!” The manager hisses as she points to the kitchen. “Go go! I’ll do the dishes.”

You and the cook stare at her confused. What customers? Last time you both check there was no one. The cook hurries to the kitchen, before calling out your name. You walk out fast, there is a line of people waiting now. You both stare at each other, confused on how so many people arrived.

“Hello! Uh.. how many?” You say approaching the people.

“Party of five, can we get a table?” The person says as you grab the menus. “Thank you so much sweetie.”

You just nod and lead them to a table, you set them down grabbing their order of drinks. You rush over to the cook, telling him to help you get the drinks as you set down more parties of five or three people. The place was buzzing with activity, yet you didn’t understand how. Suddenly you notice someone on the roof coming down. You pause everything leaving the cook to tend to everyone. Rushing out you meet with stranger, a tool belt attached to his hips.

“Hey!” You shout approaching them. “The hell are y…you… doing…” you pause as you see the new lit sign of the diner. “..what?”

“Some Mactavish called me and my buddy to come by this diner.” The repair man says pointing his buddy. “Saying that the sign was damage.. but honestly you folks just needed to connect some plug.”

“What?” You say as the repair man shrugs. “..Mactavish?”

“Yeah some guy named John Mactavish paid in advance too.” The repair says and looks at the diner. “I drive by here all the time and I thought this place was abandoned.. good to know it isn’t.”

Before you could reply he walks away with buddy. Both getting in their truck and driving away into the dark night. The red lights of their cars soon turning smaller and smaller by the second. The cook exits the diner and shouts your name, telling you to come back and help him.

“Coming!” You yell before digging into your apron for the handwritten napkins.

You find Soap’s note, reading it over before quickly rushing back into the diner. The napkin stuffed in the back of your pocket..

When it came time for you to shut down for the day, the cook offered you a ride home. He knew how far you walked just to get to this diner.

“Just come on, I‘ll tell my wife I’ll be dropping you off.” The cook says with a warm smile. “She would rather me give you a ride than you to walk in the dark.”

“Fine..” you mumble as you two put your jacket on and the day shift comes in. “Come on that’s our cue.”

The cook waves bye to the day shift people, taking you with him to his car. You take the passenger front seat and watch as he gets in his drivers seat.

“..Those people who came to fix the car..” You pause and look down at your apron. “They said some John Mactavish guy called them at graveyard hours to come fix it.”

“Really now?” The cook replies pulling out the parking lot. “Well, it helped didn’t it? We both got a lot of tips and the manager actually did something for once.”

“Mark.. I think those four guys we tended to.. really are important more than we think.” You say looking at Mark with a a tense look. “What if they come back?”

“Didn’t the notes say they would?” Mark replies and looks at the road. “You still live at those apartment complex’s?”

“Moved out, i live more in the north side of town.” You reply and look out the window. The morning sunlight shining against you face. “Mark.. do you think that.. they might hurt us?”

“Christ.. you always think positive eh?” Mark mumbles stopping at a red light. “..well I don’t know..”

There was a tense silence as Mark drove again. He let out a frustrating sigh and looked at you.

“Mactavish you said?” Mark says and stops a parking lot. “Sounds Scottish.”

“Scottish?” You reply before remembering soap sounded different than the others. “..Scottish..”

“What’s the address?” Mark says pulling up Google maps. “To your new home.”

“Oh.. it’s… Avr. 2863 North.. aprment 2” you mumble looking at your apron. “…Mark.. do you think it was that soap guy?”

Mark stays silent before sighing and pulling up to your apartment complex.

“That’s for you to find out..” Mark say and smiles. “See you Monday, have a good day? Night? I don’t know anymore.”

You chuckle and get out the car, waving bye to him as he drives away. You walk over to your apartment, a cozy home for you and your lovely cat. Which you call “mr.boo”. His front two paws are white, his chest is plum up with white fur while the rest of his fur is black. . He quietly greets you with a slow blink with those beautiful green eyes before running over to your legs, circling them while purring.

“Good to see you too mr.boo.” You smile and kneel down petting him.

Mr.boo just meows, before walking away to his cat tree. Taking your shoes off and setting them down by the front door felt like a relief, you were home.. finally home.

After a warm nice shower you lay down on your bed. Looking at your apron on the bedside desk, the same question pondering. Is soap real name John Mactavish? You quickly sit up and grab the apron searching for the napkins.

Your body ache, but the question couldn’t be unanswered. You grab your phone on the charger and start to type in soap number. Your eyes slowly closing in the process, with a yawn you write a sleep text not even double checking as you click send. You set the phone down and fall asleep, closing the world with Mr.boo purring on your back.

After a few hours you heard Mr.boo meowing, he was hungry. Sheepishly you get out of bed, heading into the kitchen to grab a can of cat food. You reach other for a clean cat plate and open the can, setting the food down.

“Mr.Boo, come here baby.” You say with a yawn. “Come on..”

Within seconds, you hear your phone buz with activity. You walk back tinto your bedroom grabbing your charger. The notifications still blaring, one after another. It was the number you texted, soap number to exact.

Who is this? How do you know my name?

Do you need money?

Do you have someone I love? Who is it? what’s your demand?

Question after question, you stare at the messages confused. Then.. remembered, you texted soap in a sleepy state a couple hours ago. You scroll up to the text you sent.

John Mactavish is it? Thanks for the favor, might return one to you soon. Maybe price you less than allowed to.

The message seemed like some treat. You quickly start typing, and send him a message.

Im so sorry! This is the waitress from the diner. I fell asleep and just now saw the text.

You pause and bite you lip before sending another message.

You wrote your number on a napkin, apologizing for nagging me. Also, thank you for getting Simeon to fix that sign.

The message got read, there was some text bubbles before disappearing. You quickly type another message.

The maintenance guy said your name, so I thought it would be you since it sounded Scottish..

The message got read again before finally a text on his end shows up.

Maybe next time start with your name, had a heart attack over here. I thought someone bad had gotten my number lass

You sigh softly but then stare the message. Someone bad? Who is bad in his life? Another message came through, shaking you out of your thoughts.

You’re welcome to fixing the sign

You smile a bit and start typing back before another message comes in.

Diner was busy after that, wasn’t it?

You soon stare at the message, did he drive by with his buddies again? To see the massive crowd in that diner..?

Yeah it was

There was moment of silence, then a text back from Soap.

Text you later, I’m in the middle of doing something right now

You smile and start to type back.

All good, I need to rest anyways night shifts aren’t fun

The message was read but there was no reply. You set the phone back down before walking to the kitchen, looking down at the empty bowl.

“You eat good huh?” You call out to Mr.Boo. “Who wants a treat!”

The following day was spent with you sleeping, resting up. The next day was Saturday, a day off for you to wonder around town to get needed items for your apartment. There was a small market near your home, but it barely had the items you needed. So walking to a store that did was a pain.

You hear knocking on the front door. You stare at it puzzled, you weren’t expecting anyone or anything. You walk over and peer to the hole to see a deliver driver with a couple of bags. Unknowingly you open the door, the guy smiles.

“Here you ma’am! Thank you for shopping with Diamond Dove Market!” The guy said handing out the bags to you. “Hope you have a good day!”

Before you can even protest the guy walks away. Your phone buzzes, you quickly take it out and see a text from soap.

You should really rest, got you some stuff for the week. No need to go out there and walk. :)

You stare at the message wide eyes, this man.. knew where you work.. and now live.

[amburppp]

weeb from this game that I don’t even play

[resident-gay-bitch]

Regulus’ heart breaks as he stands there, just behind the willow tree, watching James and Sirius roll around on the grass, play fighting in their own little world.

Of course he left him. Of course James would pick Sirius over Regulus, wouldn’t everyone? Regulus has never been picked first. Not once.

Not by his parents, who ignored him throughout his entire childhood to focus on framing Sirius as the perfect son and heir.

Not by Sirius, who ran away, picking James to be his brother and not bothering to ask Regulus to tag along.

Not in team games, where students would pick through the class one by one, and Regulus would be one of the last few standing.

Not by his friends, who all would chose their partners, or the other people in the group first. He joined last, it’s only fair.

Not even by the lizard who inhabits his dorm room, who picks the three other boys to crawl over to first, every time.

And certainly not by James.

He thought, for once, the cycle might be broken. He thought, for once, someone would pick him first. He’d get chosen over someone else, just once.

He should have known better.

He should have known that the moment Sirius found out about he and James sneaking around in dark corridors and whispering sweet words to each other, James would have to pick.

He was foolish to think James would pick him over Sirius. He was foolish to think that James would pick him over anyone.

And as Lily, with her fiery red hair pulled back into braids, comes marching over to the boys, snatching James up by his collar and earning herself a cheek kiss, Regulus realises he should have seen that coming too.

Not even two weeks has passed since Regulus placed second to his brother, as he does in fucking everything, and James has already moved on.

Regulus would never be anyone’s first choice, he should have known better.

He knows better now.

It’s not until three months later that Regulus finally shatters from it. The crushing weight of never being enough, never being someone’s first choice.

It’s Slytherin against Ravenclaw for the quidditch cup, and there in the crowd, he spots his brother and James.

They’re decked out in silver and blue, and they don’t look at Regulus, not even once.

Barty finds him in the showers, once the entire teams cleared out. He’s dressed in a confusing mix of blue and green, for his own house and his friends.

Hes crying. Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever cried this hard before. The water is pouring down over his head, and he’s still fully dressed in his uniform.

Slytherin lost. He lost them the match, because he was more focused on trying to catch James or Sirius looking his way just once than getting the snitch. They didn’t, and he lost.

Barty clearly doesn’t know how to handle this. The lowest he’s ever seen Regulus would have been prior to an exam he stressed himself out about. Besides, Barty has always been a little awkward when handling emotions.

Regulus tries to tell him to leave him be, he really does. But his words get all chocked up in his throat and he can’t get out much more than a wail or a sob. It fucking hurts.

“What’s the matter, Black?” Barty asks, switching the water off before crouching down in front of him, “What’s got your knickers in a twist, hey?”

“I-I’ll never be… good enough.” Regulus confesses. He’s never said it out loud before. He’s not a vulnerable person, he doesn’t do this. He knows better than to let out his sob story to someone, they can hold it over him one day. But he can’t help himself, he finds. He needs to get it off his chest before it rips him open, “I’ll never… b-be enough.”

Barty’s silent for a while, clearly unsure of what to say. It only makes Regulus sob more. He pulls his knees up to his chest and hides his head in his hand, and he fucking cries. He’s sure if anyone’s still out side, they’d hear it, but Barty locked the door when he came in. At least that’s something.

“I can never be enough.” Regulus sobs again, and this time Barty kicks into action.

He’s still awkward about it, Regulus can tell, he probably has better things to do than listen to Regulus cry as well, which only makes this worse. He pushes Regulus’ sopping hair out of his face and pats his face dry with the end of his Slytherin scarf before hauling them both to their feet.

“Who told ya that?” Barty asks, pulling his wand out to try his hand at a drying spell. It mostly works, so Regulus can’t complain.

“I don’t have to be told something to know it, Barty.” Regulus sniffles, wiping his eyes. They sting, and he knows he looks terrible, but there’s no use in worrying about that now.

“Well… I think, if you haven’t been told, it can’t be true.” Barty shrugs, tucking his wand back in his pocket.

“Fine.” Regulus nods, “My entire fucking family has told me then, on several occasions.”

“Oh.” Barty stills, and he has a look on his face of utter confusion.

Regulus shakes his head and goes to walk for the door, but he winces when he puts pressure on his ankle. He fell on it weirdly, midway through the match when he was knocked off his broom. It didn’t bother him before, but it does now.

“You hurt?” Barty asks, and Regulus nods.

Silently, Barty reaches out and wraps his arm around Regulus’ waist. He flinches at first, startled by the slightly intimate touch, but then Barty pulls Regulus to shift his weight, and he relaxes into it a little. Together, they walk back across the field, Barty carrying Regulus’ broom, and half of Regulus’ weight, and make their way back to the castle.

It’s oddly silent.

It’s always quiet, between them. Regulus isn’t much of a talker, and when Barty runs out of stupid things to say he goes quiet and people watches. He usually watches Regulus, since they’re always together, something that took a while to get used to. Barty really likes to watch Regulus read, it makes him a little self conscious of any strange expressions he might be making.

But it’s a strange sort of quiet now. It’s silent. Regulus isn’t talking, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he feels ashamed for breaking down like that. He doesn’t just break down. Men don’t fucking break down. Especially not in front of people like that. He feels embarrassed that Barty found him.

Well, he’s grateful it was Barty over anyone else, seeing as though they’re supposed to be close friends, Merlin forbid Sirius found him. But it’s still uncomfortable.

The only friend any of them have that likes to talk about feelings is Pandora. Regulus assumed this was because she was a girl, at first, however, Dorcas doesn’t like talking about them either. Pandoras just strange like that, she cares about people in odd ways. Sometimes it’s nice, but mostly it’s terrifying.

Barty looks like he wants to talk. He also looks like he wants to watch Regulus, but every time he turns his head to do so he probably sees the red rimming of Regulus’ eyes and finds something much uglier than usual. It only makes Regulus feel all the more ashamed.

Barty starts whistling. It’s not his regular noise filling whistles either, it’s his uncomfortable whistling. He doesn’t want to be here, Regulus can tell. Merlin, he needs to get away.

“Going back to your dorm?” Barty asks as they round a corridor in the castle.

Regulus nods, “Is Evan-“

“He’s there.” Barty says, “Cas too… dunno about Dora, she’s always off with the fairies. If she’s not hugging Dorcas about their loss then I dunno where she is.”

Regulus goes tense, “I don’t want them to see me.”

Barty stops and swallows, “Okay… how about my dorm then? My roommates are all down by the lake. They snagged some firewhisky.”

“Okay.” Regulus agrees, because he has no where else to go.

Once settled in Barty’s dorm, Regulus changes into more comfortable clothes. Plaid pyjama pants and a green knitted sweater he knows is his own that went “missing” last year. He doesn’t question it, Barty’s strange like that. He likes to collect things, and especially Regulus’ things.

They’re both sitting on his bed, Regulus tucked up under the covers and Barty sitting on the other end. He’s flipping through one of his dorm mates magazines and whistling to himself, his regular whistling again. It calms Regulus a bit.

Lying there, stuck with his own thoughts, he can’t hide from the images that pop into his mind every time he closes his eyes. All of Sirius and James, all of them examples where Regulus placed last.

There’s so many it’s hard to filter out which ones are new and which ones are old.

They all hurt just the same.

“Whatcha crying about now?” Barty asks, looking over at Regulus. He didn’t even realise he was crying again, but he is. “Did I do something wrong? I’ll fix it, whatever. Get ya whatever you need, promise.”

“You didn’t do anything.” Regulus sniffles, rolling onto his back to look up at the ceiling. Barty’s stuck posters up there, muggle ones of girls on motorcycles and punk bands, just to piss off his dad. “I’m just…”

“Go on.” Barty asks, sitting up now, cross legged and attentive. “There’s no one here, just me. Promise I’ll never tell.”

Regulus sighs and fiddles with his fingers, “I don’t need your pity, Barty. I’ve survived this long, I can survive some more.”

“Yeah, but you’re crying.” He says, and Regulus glares at him. “What? I ain’t seen you cry before, it’s weird. I know it’s really gotta be botherin ya if you’re crying like this. What would Dora say?”

“She’d probably try to hug me and make me cry more.” Regulus offers.

“Do you want… me to- uhm, hug you?”

“No.” Regulus glares at him. “I don’t want your pity, I said.”

“It’s not my pity, Regulus!” Barty splutters, “It’s a bloody hug. Dora says there really good for ya! I love her hugs, you know. Get ‘em all the time. I- I know I’m no Pandora but… I mean, I can offer ya a real bony one.”

Regulus snickers and looks back up at the roof, “No thanks. That’s weird.”

“Is it?” Barty asks, “Cause… cause I’ve been listening to what she’s sayin and… I think it would be nice.”

“If I hugged you right now?” Regulus raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah… and other times.” Barty shrugged, “I dunno, might be dumb but… we’re supposed to be friends, ya know? Friends hug. Cas hates ‘em, unless they’re from Dora, but Evan and I hug sometimes.”

“You’re being weird.”

“I’m not trying to.” Barty frowned, “I just… I care about you, I suppose.”

Regulus swallowed. The only person who’s said that before has been Pandora, but she cares about everyone.

Barty… well, he doesn’t care about much at all. He cares about so little, that Regulus thought the only thing he probably cared about was pissing off his dad and Pandora herself. But apparently that’s not true.

Regulus doesn’t want to believe it. He doesn’t want to hurt himself by believing that he could be one of the very few things Barty has come to care about.

But they’re friends, and Barty watches him a lot, and collects Regulus’ things, and helps him when he cries, and offers to hug him.

Now Regulus is crying for a whole other reason.

“One hug?” Barty offers, sticking out his arms, “I’ll make it so quick and if you hate it we don’t ever have to do it again.”

Regulus contemplates it. He doesn’t remember the last time he was hugged.

He knows the last good one was Pandora, maybe last year, when they were leaving for summer. Quick and carefree. The last bad one, that was James. Not that it was bad at the time, but it hurts to think about now. It was false stability and ended in heartbreak. The last time he was hugged to be soothed though? His mind takes him back to Sirius, when they were still little.

“Fine.” Regulus mutters, sitting up under the covers, “But make it quick.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Barty nods and moves in, “Sorry if I’m uncomfortable.”

Regulus nods and sits very still as Barty wraps himself around Regulus’ shoulders. It’s awkward, to say the least. They’ve never done this before, and they’re going about it very strangely.

“Reg… you gotta relax a bit.”

“How am I supposed to relax when I have a boney man attached to me?”

Barty scoffs and squeezes him a little tighter, “Just put your head on my shoulder, orrite. Relax, just for a second.”

Regulus huffs but does it anyway. He leans his head over to rest on Barty’ shoulder and drops his own, and… oh, it’s nice. It’s actually really, really nice. Barty’s soothing his back, and twisting his finger around the end of Regulus’ hair. And it’s nice.

He can’t even feel Barty’s ribs poking him or anything. It’s really, really cosy.

Regulus pushes him away, wiping his tears.

Barty gives him a guilty smile, “Terrible?”

“No.” Regulus sniffles, “It was actually grossly nice.”

Barty snickers and nods his head, “Well, if you ever need another hug, I’ll give ya as many as ya kneed.”

“Thanks.”

“No problems, Black.”

Regulus fiddles with the ends of his sleeve, refusing to look up at Barty, who he knows is sitting there and staring. He’s so quiet, when he stares. It’s as if any noise Barty makes would ruin his ability to set his full attention solely on Regulus.

It’s so strange. He’s so strange.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Regulus mumbles.

“What, that we hugged?” Barty laughs.

“No.” He scoffs, “What I said before, wanker. In the showers.”

“Oh.” Barty nods, “Well, I wasn’t gonna anyway. Course not, Reg. I know you. I know you hate people knowing your business.”

Regulus nods, “You really wouldn’t have told anyone? Not even Dora?”

“Cross my heart.” Barty smiles, doing just that, “I know she’s my best friend, but you are too. It means something, you know?”

“Oh.” Regulus mumbles.

Barty can only laugh at him, and Regulus turns a little pink.

“Can I… no, don’t worry about it.”

“No, go on.” Barty offers, “It’s just you and me.”

Regulus sighs, “I just… I’m tired of not being good enough, Barty.”

“I dunno what you mean, Black. You’re bloody brilliant.” Barty says, flopping down on his back like a starfish, “You shoulda been in Ravenclaw with your smarts, and not to mention your skills as a seeker. You’re top of the class, Reggie, course you’re good enough.”

Regulus thinks Barty will never understand how much that singular sentence fucking means to him, even if he tries to explain it. It stings, how good it feels to hear it. He never has. Not once.

“Not just in school, Barty. Everywhere else.” Regulus mumbles, wiping his teary eyes. They’re stinging again, and he really doesn’t want to cry, but he knows he will. It’s so stupid. “Everything else. I’m just…”

Barty rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his elbow to look at Regulus, “Like, with your family?”

Regulus nods, chewing on a hangnail.

“Yeah, I get that.” Barty sighs, “Is this about… those who must not be named?”

Regulus closes his eyes to compose himself, and nods again.

“Right.” Barty says, “Did Sirius do something? You know he barked at me the other day, like a fucking dog. So I’ll go hex him, happily, if you want?”

“No, Barty. Don’t.” Regulus shook his head, “He didn’t… I… they both just…”

“Go on.” Barty said softly, softer than Regulus has ever heard him speak before as he slowly sits up to get level with him.

“I’ll always be second best.” Regulus mutters, and then he starts crying again. Hot tears down his cheeks, redness in his eyes, stuttering over himself as he shakes.

“Oh, Reg…”

“He- he just picked James, over his own blood brother. Every time it’s James and… and I… and James just… I loved him. I loved him Barty, I was in love with him. I think part of me still is, but… he, he picked Sirius too. He picked Sirius, and Lily, because she’s just… she’s so pretty, and smart, and she’s got everything that I’ve got but, she’s just… she’s just so much better.” Regulus heaved, pressing a hand to his chest, “Everywhere, I see it everywhere. Not just with them, but mostly, I- I’ll never… I’ve never been someone’s first choice, Barty. Ever. And I don’t think I ever will be. No one picks me just because they can.”

His shoulders shake as he cries, his breath short and stuttered. When Barty reaches out in offer for another hug, Regulus falls forward into his arms, head pressed against his friends chest.

It feels so safe there, to be cradled in Barty’s arms, it’s warm. He cries a puddle through his sweater, but Barty doesn’t seem to mind.

“Shh, Reggie.” Barry sooths, lightly scratching his nails over Regulus’ back and sifting his fingers through his hair. “Just breathe, love. Just breathe.”

Regulus follows his command, taking deep breaths and timing them with the rise and fall of Barty’s chest beneath his head. He relaxes there, letting his eyes fall shut, and Barty continues to rub his back and play with his hair.

“I’m so tired.” Regulus mumbles through the last of his tears, “I’m going to fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

“That’s okay.” Barty laughs softly, “How about we lie down?”

“Isn’t that weird?” Regulus asks.

“Isn’t everything I do weird?”

Regulus shrugs and follows when Barty pulls him down to lay against the pillows. Barty slips under the covers with him, and pulls Regulus’ head against his chest again. Bartys heart is beating faster than it should be, but Regulus ignores it and wiggles around until he’s comfortable.

Once again, Barty strokes his back and scratches his scalp, and folds himself into Regulus a little.

He presses a little kiss to the top of Regulus’ head, and his heartbeat speeds up rapidly.

Regulus tenses, “Why is your heart beating like that, Barty? Are you okay? Did I make you uncomfortable?” He questions, already coming up with a million terrible reasons for it. He’s been so stupidly selfish about his own problems he didn’t even notice how uncomfortable he’s made his supposed best friend.

“No…” Barty half follows as Regulus sits up, leaning back on his elbows, “No, Reg. Obviously not.”

Regulus’ shoulders relax a little, “Well, then what is it?”

Barty looks away, “Come on, don’t tease, Reggie. I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m not teasing.” He shakes his head, “What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem, obviously.” Barty snickers, “Come on, we can just… we can forget about it by tomorrow if it’s weird.

“What’s weird, Crouch?” Regulus pressed, “I don’t understand.”

Barty looked at him for a moment, eyebrows drawn together in the middle, and his mouth slowly fell open, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Regulus asked.

“About me…”

“About you… what?” Regulus shook his head.

“About…” Barty sighed, shaking his head in delirium. He laughed, at himself, mostly, which only confused Regulus more, “Everyone said it was obvious. I just thought we both… I thought we had an understanding. That we’d both ignore it and go on with our lives.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Barty?” Regulus asked, shoving at his chest.

“Oi!” Barty snickered, “That I… well… I thought you knew you’d be my first choice for everything.”

Regulus froze, scowling at him for a moment, “Don’t tease-“

“Not teasing, Reggie.” Barty looked away, taking a short breath. “Look, if it’s… if it’s too weird, I get it. But, I’m okay pretending, if you want.”

“P-pretending?” Regulus whispered.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, sitting up and loosely hugging his knees, “Pretending I’m not in love with you.”

Regulus didn’t have an answer for that. He was truely wound speechless. Barty… loves him?

“I meant it… I’d pick- I’d pick you over everything else in this world. I really mean it, Reggie. I promise.” Barty mumbled, “You’re my first pick, always have been.”

Regulus’ heart stops in his chest for a moment. His throat hurts and his eyes sting again. Regulus doesn’t think he’s cried as much as he has today through his entire life, including when he was a baby.

He can’t help it, crying again. Because Regulus believes him. Barty’s always been devastatingly honest, even at the worst of times. So why would he lie about this? And he looks so earnest, sounds it too. He sounds like he really, truely means it.

No ones ever picked Regulus first, besides Barty Crouch Jr, who has a collection of Regulus’ things, and who stares at him unashamedly, and consoles Regulus when he cries even if it makes him uncomfortable.

And Regulus has been too self centred to ever notice.

But Barty is in love with him, and by the sounds of it he has been for a while. Apparently everyone knows it.

He thinks about it for a moment, while he sobs and cries and heaves. Barty does all that he can to soothe him, reaching out to wipe away tears, and hold him, and rub his arms and back.

Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever felt as safe as he doesn’t when he’s around Barty. Which is an odd thing to realise, because Barty is kind of a loose cannon. He’s violent, and angry, and snarky and rude. But with Regulus he’s always… well, he’s funny, and he can still be a little rude sometimes, but he’s also kind and generous and a little odd.

Regulus now realises all that oddness he’s noticed is just things Barty does that signals he’s in love with him. But Regulus has never noticed, he’s never looked to see how Barty doesn’t do all these very things with other people.

He’s Barty’s first choice.

And now that he thinks of it, Barty might just be his.

He’s the only person Regulus trusts to see him like this. Not even Pandora could, as much as he loves her. Regulus just hates being vulnerable. But he supposed it’s a little different with Barty, because he’s always been a little vulnerable with Regulus.

It’s comforting, to say the least, to have confirmation that he’s wanted. That he’s cared for. That he’s somebodies first choice.

And Barty loves him, which is strange. He’s never looked at Barty in that way before. And sure, Barty makes plenty of jokes about finding Regulus fit and wanting to snog him and so on and so forth, but he’s never thought too deeply about it.

He does that with other people, doesn’t he?

Now that Regulus thinks about it, he definitely doesn’t do it as much as he does it to Regulus.

Barty pulls away, rubbing up and down Regulus’ biceps, as he gives a nervous smile. It’s crooked, like most of Barty’s smiles, but this time Regulus really notices it.

“I’m sorry if it’s weird, I dunno what to do, Reggie.” Barty tries, “How do I stop you crying?”

Regulus sniffled and blinked his tears away slowly, refusing to cry anymore. His cheeks are all wet and sticky, and his eyes fucking ache, as well as his throat, but he’s not thinking about that.

“Do you really mean that?” Regulus sniffles, and he blinks away a few more tears, “Me being your first choice?”

“Of course, why would I lie about that, Reg. It clearly means a lot to you- I just… I thought you knew.”

Regulus scrunches up his nose, “Well, why would I cry about how I’m no one’s first choice if I knew I was yours?”

Barty’s quiet for a moment. He retracts his hands and ducks his head to mumble, “I just thought… well I thought I didn’t really matter, at the end of it all.” He shrugged, “I’d do anything for you- I already have, you know, and… I just… I thought you knew. And I thought it didn’t matter to you because… well, I’m the same, I suppose. I don’t think anyone’s picked me first either.”

“You still… even thinking that I just- I just didn’t care about you, or your feelings or… or anything at all, you still…” Regulus scrunched up his nose, ducking his head to catch Barty’s eye, “You still would have picked me first?”

Barty nodded, “Done anything for you.”

“Oh.” Regulus whispered, shaking his head, “Barty…”

“Yeah?” Barty asked, swallowing a large lump in his throat.

Regulus kisses him. No thoughts, no warnings, no nothing at all. He just leans forward and kisses him right on the mouth.

Barty pulls away first, almost immediately, wide eyed and startled, “What the fuck did you do that for?”

“I don’t know.” Regulus muttered, touching his lips, “You just… I… you love me, and… fuck, Barty. You’re my best friend.”

“Yeah.” Barty nodded, there’s water in his eyes now, and Regulus can tell he’s trying to hold it back, “And you just kissed me. Please don’t- don’t do that. I’m… I can’t handle that, Reg. I can handle us being friends, even though it’s driving me mad, but… I just- I can’t-“

“Well, don’t you want to be more?”

“Fucking hell, Regulus.” Barty leers back.

“What?” Regulus scoffs.

“You can’t just fucking… don’t say that.” He shakes his head, taking a moment to compose himself, “Don’t be stupid, orrite. I can’t fucking… I love you, Reggie. I can’t handle… possibilities because I’m just… I’m gonna drive myself crazy thinking about them. And that’s not good.”

“I’ve never had someone love me before, Barty.” Regulus whispers, “I’ve never had someone… I want- I want to chose you too. You’re my best friend, and I already do choose you. But I want to do it more. I want to… please?”

“I don’t understand, Reg.” Barty whispered back.

Regulus took his hand, smoothing his fingers over Barty’s rigid knuckles. They’re rough and scarred, just as they always are. Just as Regulus knows them to be.

“I don’t really either, Barty.” He admits, “I never knew you felt that way, and I’ve never thought about it- you- us. I’ve never thought about us like that before, but I… I can picture it.”

Barty closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Barty. I don’t want to lead you on. I want to try. Don’t you want to try?”

Barty keeps his eyes sealed shut and he shakes his head no, “What happens when you get bored of me? What- what happens when Potter comes crawling back to you? What happens when you realise I’m fucking… more insane than you thought? I’d- don’t tempt me, Regulus, because I meant what I said, I’d do anything for you.” Barty’s breath trembles, “I’d kill him, I’d kill them both. I’d kill all of them, just to make you happy. So you never feel like a second choice to them ever again- I- I mean it, Regulus.”

“I know.” Regulus breaths, and it scares him, what Barty’s saying, because he does know. It’s not just words. But those words aren’t the part that scare him, it’s the fact that he likes it that does. It makes him want. “I know, Barty. And I know that if I hurt you, truly, truly hurt you like this, you’d make my life a living hell. I know.”

“What about Potter?” Barty asks, trying to mask tears of his own, “Don’t you love him?”

“Maybe.” Regulus admits, regretfully so, “But I don’t want to. He’d never… he could never love me the way you could anyway. The way that I need.”

“And how do you need it?”

“To be your first choice.” Regulus whispered, “How do you need it, Barty?”

Barty took a deep breath, thinking about it for a moment. He looked up at Regulus with a pout and hopeful eyes, “I just want to be good enough for love before anything else.”

Regulus smiles, “You are.”

Barty shakes his head.

“You are.” Regulus confirms, “To me, you are.”

Barty sniffles, “Do you love me… like that?”

Regulus sighs, “N… no.” He scolds himself for the truth, because it seems to shatter Barty’s heart to pieces. “But I want to, Barty… I want to love you the way you do me. And I think I will. You just have to let me.”

“Really?” Barty sobs.

Regulus nods, “Will you let me?”

Barty nods and leans back in, and Regulus kisses him again. They both had wet cheeks, and headaches, and heartaches from crying, but they kiss anyway. And Regulus cries again, for hopefully the last time, because Barty kisses like he never wants to stop.

Regulus has never been kissed like that before.

Regulus has never been loved before.

He thinks with Barty, he might just be enough.

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Bartylus shippers unite.

This one’s so angsty I’m sorry but I can’t help it and yerr Reggie kinda has misogynistic views which is gross but it’s the fucking 70’s and look at his parents. I USUALLY write them all to be better than that and not arseholes but I wanted to make this one hurt.

Also I don’t think I’ve written from Reggie’s pov before sooooo that was interesting.

Idk I liked this. Let me know your thoughts :)

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[spacemanxpaninis]

Are you normal or did you use being attracted to almost the entire main cast as a reason when trying to convince someone to watch community

[wormdevourer]

guys hear me out 🤭🤭 they made him hot

[skitskatdacat63]

His bullfighting days aren't over quite yet.

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[oldfruitloop]

Stay with me in this y’all Duke!Eren who finds out your secret identity as a gossip sheet writer, says nothing he does nothing but you know he Knows.

Nobody not even him paid you much attention but after finding out? His eyes look for you without thinking, and one time when he finds you in a crowded room he takes it around himself to make his move.

He casually escorts you into the garden despite your soft plea for your reputation.

That made him laugh your “reputation” was from behind your pen name but YOU? You’d never been the most popular, and until now he’s sure he’s the first to see you like this.

Her bottom lip poked out, her eyes slightly watery, and her breathing heavy. By God, it sets him off and something inside him is set ablaze as he backs you into a wall making no effort to stop until his body is pressed against his.

[keybordcaps]

The Winged Lion from Dungeon Meshi cannot be your "Hear Me Out..." Character

that is a conventionally attractive lion

spoilers under cut, but it really just. adds to my reasoning for this post

but like guys. he really is just conventionally attractive.

[sleepystella]

Oh, H-Hi Angel!

W-Wh-What are y-you doing..in here?