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Hi I saw you're taking requests, what about enemies to lovers and academic rivals with reg? ❤️

Almost | R.A.B x u

Pairing : Regulas black x animagus!reader( platonic marauders x gn!reader , sirius x Lupin )

Plot : stolen glances , almost smiles , regulas black couldn't stand you , there's loathing and hatred and something you are yet to discover in his cold contempt eyes , he's inclined towards dark arts and excellent at dark unforgivable spell but yet Sirius knows he would never hurt you . Regulas black seems to love the black cat he met as he feeds and strokes , why are you purring and meowing and not scratching him ?

J.d note - i understood that this one was supposed to be a fun fic , but I wanted to do something big , so here i present Regulas black journey from Hogwarts to death Eater to death , with the love of his life , and they almost made it . Thankyou for requesting ❤️ request now can you reblog for merlins sake ?

Themes - academic rivals , implied Sirius x Remus , everything same except reader added in marauders , death Eater! Regulas , this is their fifth year timeline , few months age gap between Sirius and regulas so they are in same year , gn!reader , no blood status , no house mentioned, marauder!reader , mutual pinning . Witty!reader , animagus is cat , black cat , overprotective!Sirius

Part 1 / ?

The Noble and most ancient house of black

Toujours pur

" You are not here " harry said after scanning the bottom of the golden tree closely , " I used to be " Sirius said , pointing at the holed tapestry like a cigarette burn , harry looked at the next name with curiousity , " That's my younger brother .. Regulus black ..he became a death Eater"

Sirius seemed to drown back in house of memories , it was harder to stay in this house ...when he laid half asleep he realised something he had left , he was on his feet , dragging himself out of bed , in his house laid many dark objects , dark and expensive , lavish like the house black , he soon was in quest to found it , it was in his hands , the brown parchment was no ordinary..the black brother's did tremendous things when they were sixteen , he ran away , Regulus became a death Eater

" - why ? " Sirius choked at very glimpse of parchment, it was the last birthday present he got from him , " You can ask me one thing ...it will answer you correctly " Regulus smiled , he was holding on the a hand that was so fresh in his memories ...yours .

He never ever used it , what can he ask ? Are you a death Eater ? He already knew , he wasn't sure what he should ask but the lump in Sirius throat was thicker , so as he couldn't breath .

So he did it , The last time he met regulus was when he was sixteen , standing near the mirror was erised ,the dark mark glowing on his left forearm .

So he took a quill as scribbled down the words ...

" Reg , what did you see in the mirror of erised ? "

He waited as the ink dissolved ,and something scribbled out , it was a very familiar word , a very familiar name .

-

" ouch.. that's my toe Sirius " you whimpered while Sirius filled the air with hushed apologies , " i can't see .. can't we use some light " Sirius asked after he stepped three time in a row on your toe , this time you bumped your nose into him , " ow- "

" shut up idiots " whispered james , the one leading , " invisibility cloak doesn't muffle noise - "

" james that's not your wand , that's my finger "

" this is the fourth time sirius , my toe is smashed - "

" Okay , here " james removed the cloak as you were finally in the restricted section of library , " lumos " you said , your wand Swiftly passing over the books , some had dried blood over them hooking you over , " no wonder they ended up here " Sirius winked at you, " oh ...it must be around - " you paused to examine the cursed dark arts series you wanted to read ," merlins beard " you gasped , " you found it eh ? " James rushed with tiptoeing towards you , " no but where's the second part , i already read it "

" you are miserable ! " james mouthed , " hey! " Sirius opened his arms , gesturing to protect you , " where's the standard bewitching magic book ? "

" i think it must be there " you pointed towards the narrow shelves , you all are working on becoming animagus , it's nearly down except some spells that don't end you up with claws and tail , " found it " james smiled as he grabbed , " let's go ..i am so sleepy " Sirius yawned so hard that even you felt your eyes flutter .

" james , Sirius - " you smiled

" NO - " james cried

" YEAH ! " Sirius threw his hands up

" you two can go ..I would take only a few minutes "

" i am not going without you " Sirius looked at james who liked your idea , " i would need to find it , i wouldn't take much - "

" no , we all are staying " Sirius said , you didn't knew where you would find the second part so it wasn't worth making Sirius yawn and james tapping his feet out in so cold .

" Off you go " you raised your wand , giving Sirius a funny push , " jamie " you winked and james took him by shoulder taking him away , " take no more time than .." Sirius thought of a deadline "- five minutes " he was finally out , no hushed footsteps and you were alone .

" where are you little one ? " You looked around , shelves filled with dangerous magical books , ready to corrupt you .

You heard something , you freezed , footsteps that came from other side halted too .you took a step , your wand raised , you felt something warm behind your neck .

That fragrance..oh no !

" caught you ." He coldly said behind you , his hand grabbing your waist while the other poking his wand on your throat from behind . he's none other than Regulus black

" ahh , can't leave me for a minute ..can you ? " you smirked , you eyes suddenly catching a glimpse of what looked like a shabby red small book, with gold roman letters glowing , ' PART 2 ' it read .

Your eyes glinted at the sight of it .

" you are giving yourself too much importance "

" still angry ? Professor slughorn knows talent MR. Black "

" got one thing correct and you are all so witty " he pressed the wand deeper , making your Adam apple shift through inside .

" that's not how you use a wand " you said , eyes still fixed on the book , " i shouldn't be wasting time on stupid people like you - " Regulus black snapped , pushing you forward so now you were face to face , wands raised high .

" i don't like that smile of yours " regulus hissed, his eyes glancing back and forth between your eyes and lips , " sometimes I want to wipe it out " he hissed again .

You smiled more , eyes narrowing at him , there's something so magnificent about him that is yet to be discovered , the way his eyes look , there's so much more than utter loathing and hatred , a thin line yet to be crossed .

" still mad about yesterday ? " Your triumph from yesterday's potion lesson made your eyes twinkle .

" just cramming up few lines doens't make you great " black got a point but still when a question was shot , he was the first one to raise his hands high , it was always this way

You admired him , he was smart , witty , though he kept himself composed but there would be moments when his mouth would almost , almost curl up in a smile at some Sirius jokes , but it would be gone , so soon , no trace left behind those cold eyes , you thought it would draw his attention to you when you would be as good as him , all spells tounge tied , all ingredients of potions scribbled in your heart but that seem to disappoint him , that begin the famous rivalry of you and him , even professors would get in a dilemma when two hands shot up so high , " nevermind, let's get along with class " they would say hesitation in their tone .

" i guess performing spells that could lead one to azkaban makes you great , no ? " you smirked , he looked theatened .

" you seem to fancy me way too much , i am afraid " he said " shouldn't it be a disappointment to peak , but i like you much enough to demonstrate my capabilities here " he flexed his wand , keeping one foot in front , " say which one darling ? " he smirked , you were sure of him , you have seen him practising , the way he said " cruicio " with so much rage inside him , he didn't look like his age , rather a ...you were afraid...a death Eater as they called them , you would not deny peaking at him while he practiced his dark spells in Deserted classrooms , the secret books he got from restricted section , he was upto something .

" i was thinking about the imperius curse ...you would obey me , won't you ? "

" shut up regulus black "

" you filthy - "

" REGULUS ! " Sirius came running , his wand raised , Regulus looked like if disappointment had a face , he would resemble it .

" I TOLD YOU TO COME ALONG ! " he was screaming in a low whsiper at you , " Sirius " regulas sighed , he glanced at you for a moment and then at him , Sirius shot him a angry look .

" you should tell your friend to stay out of my buisness "

" your buisness doesn't look so great , reg " he really sounded like big brother .

" you ruined my moment " he coldly said , " accio dark arts 2 " he called , and the book flied across to him .

" oh no " you cried , " it's okay ..he can't keep it forever " Sirius caught your hand as he dragged you out , for a moment you saw a wince of pain and uprising in Regulus eyes when it flickered at you and sirius and it was gone soon enough but you almost saw it , almost you knew what it was , almost you forgot .

-

" he could have hurt you " Lupin said as dipped your quill in ink , " oh he wouldn't have - " Sirius said , " my brother ain't so much of a bad guy "

Sirius bent in to copy your essay , " no siruis ! " you slapped his hand .

" Two more lines and it would be done "

" hear me out , make it big " james threw his five inches parchment at him , no more than instructed while you sat there with your seven and half , neat small handwriting , siruis copied a rubbish line which was mere james headcannon about the goblins rebellion in ugly big letters , Lupin let out a snort .

" how do you know he wouldn't ? He was using.. imperius curse - "

" shh " james hissed , siruis gave a very unsual expression , hard to read ..." I can't tell you " he winced , you narrowed your eyes , " don't give me that look " he looked away . remus who looked utterly lost in the book he was reading , " moony " siruis called , now that you have all managed to become animagus, siruis - a big Black dog , padfoot as you all called , potter was called prongs and wormtail who was home in the Christmas holiday , you were a cat , black shiny fur just like Sirius .

" Padfoot " Lupin said , with affection ..he was so emotional when all of you showed up in your animagus form , it was just some months ago when you had your back pressed against Regulus black , it hasn't been since , he seems to loath you more , the more you got points for every correct answer, the more his eyes glinted at you in mere affection that is a lovely hatred .

-

The whole castle was fast asleep when you woke up from your vivid dreams , you soon found yourself strolling in Hogwarts desserted corridor , you knew Regulus was staying back too but it was not often you saw him , for he and you rather avoided each other but just then you heard a little whisper , you looked back it was Regulus black in plain velvet Black robes with a green silk collar , does he sleep with those on ? You thought and rather shushed the imagination of him flooding your brain , even with your funny thoughts you felt everything inside you freeze , it was only your shadow in moonlight that assured you were strolling in your animagus form , a black cat . He wouldn't know for no one knew you were unregistered animagus , you tried to move away when you felt his hands touching you , you screamed but it came as a meow , he was stroking your black shiny fur , " beautiful, aren't you ? So pretty " he caressed your skin , he was good with animals than with you ...it struck you as a desire to be a cat all your life , to be ..to be loved by him.

" Come here " he picked you up , stroking you gently and you were liking it , for you could have scratched him , ran out , ran out for your life because even if as a cat , your brain was bursting and heart stuck somewhere your throat .

You purred in his lap as he walked , slowly ...he wasn't exactly tiptoeing around but walked with some pride .

" i wonder if you are hungry , are you ? " he touched the skin under your chin when you have reached the Slytherin common room , you never thought of it that one day you would be in Regulus black lap while he fed you sweet cake with his own hands , he had a smile that really made your forget, that sort of affection and look that he had , it looked like the thin line you always wanted to cross yet you never reached , almost you have lost , but now it's here in front of you , the Regulus black you never saw before ...he smiled so much that it felt as if it were illegal , you purred , meowed and he talked and you felt like falling somewhere , yet to be known but it was enchanting , a bliss , a gust of snow in breezy hot day , such a sweet boy reg was , you thought .

You wondered how your friends would react when you would tell them , especially siruis , you don't think they would beleive you ... would siruis know his brother this way ?

" you must be cold " he said , wrapping you a black satin fabric that was really warm , it was many moments when he just talked to you , about nothing but everything , he was talking as if you were a person , a soft smile , almost a smirk , then he dozed off , you thought about his reaction if you turned back to human form while there , while he carresed you lovingly , he would have died of shock and that made you smile .

You carefully got out of the Slytherin common room , the satin fabric as your hood and found yourself running.

You didn't know why you were taking the shawl with you but you wouldn't trade it away no matter what .

You didn't tell anyone anything about the nighttime stroll .

" you look quiet " siruis was pushing back the toasts he stuffed all at once and gulping pumpkin juice to help it down .

" Shut up , i have to go library " you scooped the last bite of porridge and ran for your life because the pink glow wouldn't leave , " Oi ! " you heard him shout but you wouldn't risk .

And with those hurried footsteps and smiling to yourself, you bumped straight into nerd with atleast two large landing on your toe which has enough resistance due to Sirius attempts to squash it down in nightime strolls under the invisibility cloak , " damn - merlins beard " you muttered , " I swear on Salazar if - " regulus stopped as he saw you , " you ? " his face went pale then a sweet red glow glorified his beauty , " oh ..umm , er- "

" PATHETIC " he muttered and picked up his books , " strange ..." You ranted straight for one hour as you scribbled the notes , how could he have more love for cats than humans , he really wasn't the same person he was two nights ago , " ARGhHHGHG " you really screamed and it didn't came out as meow for you were sitting in library , several heads popped out to see you , you were grateful that you didn't get much detention Except cleaning some shelves without magic , you were on the tallest Planck of stool when you heard some giggles from other side , " have you ever seen regulus black smile ? He said pathetic to ...he smiled .... really ?...yes ...so beautiful " you were so passionate to hear more that you were really leaning hard until you stumbled , a steady hand came , swiftly pressed on your back as you were about to crash land , a slow cliff hanger , " Careful " he said , those genetically beautiful black family looks , he looked like the person who called you ' love ' if only your animagus form .

" oh yes .." you lost your speech and you straighten up , " PATHETIC " he muttered as he left and you wonder if he almost smiled .

Regulus Black - Asking for a Friend

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 4.4k Warning : I'm not sure if there's any, but let me know if I missed any. Synopsis : Regulus comes to the realisation that the admiration he holds of her was more than a platonic one and it just so happen that Valentine's day was just around the corner. Notes : Post no 2 for my 1 Year Anniversary Celebration. Don't forget to fill the form here if you'd like to be tagged for my future works. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Regulus Black's Masterlist click here. Taglist : @jsjcue @coffeehurricanes @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kaz-mf-brekker @sofiacblair @when-you-cant-think-of-anything

“Have you ever had a friend that you're just so fond of and you wish that your partner would be just like them?”

Regulus’ question broke the stillness of the table, making his study mates to look up. Now Pandora, having been known to be the most studious of the group, has always hated it when someone causes any distraction in their study sessions yet for this one particular topic, she seems to be intrigued rather than looking bothered. It isn’t everyday your best friend of 5 years would talk about their romantic interest, after all.

“Elaborate.” Pandora says, her brows knitted together.

“I mean, you know.. You wish that your partner would be just like them.”

Evan squints his eyes, seemingly confused at his brief explanation, “I’m not sure I’m following you, mate. Doesn’t that just simply mean that you fancy them?”

The nonchalant expression on Regulus’ face turns blank in an instant. As if someone has just flicked the light bulb on top of his head, clearing the haze that has been fogging his mind. The sudden clarity has knocked him for six. Is that truly what it means? Days spent silently praising her beauty and nights wasted recalling their conversations were because he fancies her?

Over the years Regulus would find more of her personality to be his weakness, growing the softest spot in his heart specially reserved for her. He would always admire her witty comments, how she always conveyed her mind with the most articulate and intelligent words. Her friendly and warm nature is always something he adores and the way she would always listen to every worthless remark Regulus has with that magnetising smile and understanding eyes, it was impossible for Regulus to not wish his partner would be someone like her.

“So,” Barty asks, nudging on the raven haired boy with a teasing smile “Which friend do we fancy?”

Regulus’ cheeks turn rosy. All hell would break loose if Barty or Evan found out about it. Those boys are as good as a toothpick for a door bolt. The moment they knew about his growing affection for her, they would most immediately spill the beans and make things awkward between them.

And no, Regulus could certainly never have that.

“No one.” Regulus lies as he looks back down to his parchment paper “We fancy no one.”

“Oh come on now, Big Boy.” Barty whines “You’ve ripped off the bandage, might as well show us the scar.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, attempting to look as nonchalant as he could, “You’re fond of Evan’s presence, doesn’t mean you fancy him now, do you?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t say that’s impossible.” Barty jests as he begins to make fake kissing expressions to Evan.

“Oh, my Darling, Barty Bear.” Evan indulges in his best friend’s stunt, fake snogging Barty.

Regulus’ lips twitch into a smile, amused at the play-act his best friends are performing. He let out a relieved sigh, knowing that he’s just flee himself from being pestered by questions about his crush, but when he turned his gaze to the only girl at the table, Regulus knew that the little smirk plastered on Pandora’s face would be a form of nightmare he’ll be facing from that day onwards. He knows that she wouldn’t rest until he gives out a name and though she looks like she already knows who the lucky girl is, Regulus is certain that Pandora wouldn’t show him any mercy from the teasing and taunts.

—-

Dinner has been hard to swallow ever since the realisation of his budding infatuation for her. Regulus finds it impossible to not glance at her table, watching her from his peripheral vision as she chats and laughs with her group of friends. Whatever joke Barty throws or moans Evan has about his class have entered and left his ear like an insignificant noise, mind completely enamoured with her candid beauty.

His grip on the fork only tightens as he realises that she was walking to their table, a brilliant smile decorating her face as she takes a seat next to him, “Evening my favourite Serpents.”

“Fantastic, you’re here!” Evan exclaims gleefully, taking her hands to his that made Regulus’ stomach drop a little “Regulus here has been so out of it since this afternoon, we think he’s broken.”

Barty nods eagerly, “He didn’t even twitch a muscle at my joke and mind you it was bloody brilliant!”

She let out a chuckle, looking at Regulus lovingly (at least in his mind) before turning back to face Evan and Barty. Now the words exchanged between the five of them have gone from a trifling noise to a completely deafen sound. His eyes were glued on hers, taking mental notes of all the little gestures she made. How she would close her eyes shut whenever she laughs, how her brows crinkled more often than not, and how her cheekbones pop wherever she smiles, making her look a thousand times more hypnotising.

Now it was nothing out of the ordinary for Regulus to be the most quiet party of the table, but the little to no words uttered by him was making her suspicious. Sure it wouldn’t be the first time he would watch her intently and just agree with whatever is being discussed, but something’s different this time. The way his shoulder relaxes and how the small curl on his lip never waters was making her feel a little bit flustered to say the least.

“You’re awfully quiet,” She says as she turns to the lovestruck boy, resting her chin on her palm to stare back at him “Cat caught your tongue?”

Regulus blinks, gulping at the close proximity, “Just— Didn’t really have anything to say, is all.”

“Really?” She asks with a raised brow “That’s very unlike you.”

“How is it unlike me?”

“Well, you always have something to say. Whether or not you speak of it is an entirely different conversation to have, but you always have something to say, Regulus.”

Regulus bites his inner cheek. How is it that she could read him like an open book? Was he really that transparent or was he really that spellbound in her charms?

“Don’t bother him. Big boy here is trying to sort his feelings out.” Evan retorts.

“Really?” She replies, amused “What sort of feelings?”

“The loving, sappy kind of feelings.” Barty mocks “Regulus is in love.”

“Shut up, Barty!”

Regulus turns to her, uneasy over the fact that she might figure out his little secret but the look on her face was disheartening. As much as he wished he could have just half of her ability to read him, it was nearly impossible for Regulus to decipher her expression. She was staring back at him, her brows knitted as if she’s trying to read through him too but wasn’t sure on what to look at. It was a whole new expression he’s never seen before.

“Reggie wouldn’t give us the name,” Evan continues, completely oblivious of the awkward tension rising “Can we take a guess, Reg? Say yes if we guess correctly?”

“I bet it’s that girl Regulus always sits next to in Potion.” Barty mutters.

“Or that girl Regulus did his Herbology essay with. They spent weeks on that assignment, remember?” Evan counters “Or maybe that Gryffindor—,”

“It’s not any of those girls,” Pandora cuts.

“How would you know?” Evan asked.

“Oh, I just do,” Pandora says with a confident shrug, turning to Regulus “Don’t I, Reg?”

Regulus shakes his head, still trying to do the most possible damage control though he knew that such effort seems fruitless now. Cat’s out of the bag. It would only be a matter of time now until she realises that she’s the girl he’s been swooning over.

Ironic how long it took for him to realise that he fancies her yet it took no time for the secret to be spilled.

“Don’t push his buttons, guys,” She says with a warm laughter “If Regulus doesn’t want to drop names, then let him. It’s not our business now, is it?”

Now Regulus frowns a little. Her words sting a way he was never familiar with. What does she mean that it isn’t their business? Does she not care about who he’s crushing on?

“If you say so,” Pandora said to her, winking as if there was some secret message sent between the two.

Regulus studies her expression intently, trying to see if Pandora has cracked his secret and is now spilling it to her. Salazar, Regulus hopes that that wasn’t the case. He needs time to sort out his feelings, as Evan said, and if she found out about his budding infatuation before he could figure out a proper way to profess it— Well, Regulus hoped that it would never get to that point. Ever.

—-

If Regulus was ever asked, which of the following could ever compare to the beauty that is her: sun, moon, or star, Regulus would argue that she is the beautiful crescent moon with its bright yet soft light washing over his skin as he stares at her silently on his window pane. Regulus would argue, if he ever allows himself to be so bold, that she is his ideal. Her intelligence not to mention beauty would be the sweet honey to his tea, the butterfly to his garden of flowers.

But Regulus was never half as confident as she is. Never half as open and friendly to others. He was reserved, quiet, oftentimes perceived as cold and callous. But not to her. She could always see him through his distant exterior, involving him in every discussion they would have and perhaps that was the one thing that made him yield his heart to her.

Regulus never paid any mind to big dates and celebrations, but something about the upcoming Valentines date shakes his core. Perhaps it was the fact that it fell on the very day of their Hogsmeade trip this week, or the fact that all of his friends were buzzing about who they're going to ask to be their Valentines date, or maybe the fact that for once, Regulus might have a proper chance to ask her to be his date.

Chance. That word felt too optimistic for his presumptive mind. It was as if she ever looked at him that way.

“Regulus?” She called and squeezed his forearm lightly, making him burst his bubble of thought. He turns to her, cheeks slightly rosy from the shame of having ignored her. Just how pathetic he is to zoned out about her when she's sitting right beside him “Are you alright? You've been off of it all morning, I’ve noticed.”

He nods, flashing a shy smile, “All is well, no worries.”

She smiles, taking her hand off of him and continues her work.

Regulus turns his head, stopping at the sight of some Ravenclaw boy asking some Hufflepuff girl by the library entrance. The bashful gesture he’s showing and the giddy smile she shows makes it easy for him to tell the situation is happening at the spot. Another couple for the Valentine's Hogsmeade trip, he reckons.

A little twist in his stomach grows. With the many people asking each other out for the Hogsmeade trip, it would only be normal for him to ask her too, right? The timing was right, they could just go as friends in the worst case scenario. All he has to do is ask, but why are the words stuck at the tip of his tongue?

“Actually,” Regulus starts, secretly playing with the hem of his robe in nervousness “I have something to ask you.”

She looks up, meeting him with a warm smile, “Shoot.”

“I was wondering if you have a date for the Hogsmeade trip?”

“Oh,” She answers, utterly taken aback by his question. A hint of rosiness spread on her cheeks, something Regulus has to convince himself has nothing to do with his question. She always has that natural flush on her face, surely it must be nothing as pleasant as his stupid heart is hoping for “No, I don’t have a date at the moment. Why do you ask?”

“Just.. Asking for a friend.”

Regulus mentally slapped himself, having to be defeated by his anxiety once again that he has to come up with a lie. She stares at him with a confused look, the glimmer on her eyes dims down from the words he uttered. It was as if she was disappointed at his answer.

“I see,” She says with a nod “Do you plan to ask anyone?”

“Not sure,” He answers truthfully “Do you have anyone you hope would ask you?”

She plays with her quill, tapping it to the parchment paper as if she was piecing the right words to reply to him, “I suppose I do but I’m not counting on it.”

Regulus frowns, ignoring the slight crack of his heart, “Who?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Regulus pursed his lips, acting to be in a deep thought, “No.”

She chuckles, turning back to her paperwork.

“But, if—” Regulus calls again, not wanting to end their conversation just yet “If my friend were to ask you, would you say yes?”

“Well it truly depends on which friend you’re talking about now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but what is the possibility of you saying yes to my said friend? 50%? 60%? Or are you fully waiting for your prince charming to ask you?”

She stares at him with a smile, looking completely amused at the questions thrown at her. If she didn’t know better she would think that Regulus was asking for himself from all the persistent queries, but then of course, we all know how Regulus Black is. No girl in this castle is good enough for him and this rule applies to her too.

“Why don’t you just tell this friend to come to me himself, hm?” She answers, resting her chin on her palm and stares at him fondly “I truly can’t give you any answers unless you give me a name, Reg.”

“It’s Evan.” He blurts, cheeks feeling hot from her gaze.

“Rosier?” She asks with a raised eyebrow “I thought he’s going with Pandora? I was sure she told me he asked her last week.”

“Did I say Evan? I meant Barty.” Regulus fake coughed, clearing his throat “Barty wanted to ask you to be his date.”

The soft and gentle expression on her face turns into an appalled one, bewildered at the answer Regulus gives. His brain has haywired that he neglected the fact that Barty was her cousin, and though cousin romance is deemed acceptable in the wizarding world, Barty and her would never pursue each other romantically for one too many reasons. If Regulus could just tame his nervousness for just a degree, he would’ve realised how idiotic his answer was.

“Barty wants to be my date?” She asks, trying to confirm his answer that sounded like a death sentence for her.

Regulus nods, “He does.”

She narrows her eyes, trying to catch his lie but the stern and rigid expression on Regulus’ face makes her question her own mind. Regulus was never one to be deceitful yet the idea of Barty wanting to ask her to be his date is just as illogical. The only plausible reason behind such a stunt would be them trying to pull some prank on her, but even with that, Regulus was never one to ever indulge in the mischief her cousin and Rosier would always find themselves in.

“I— Well, I guess you should tell him to ask me himself?” She answers, questioning herself.

“I’ll do that,” Regulus nods firmly, trying to keep his act in place “I’ll tell him you said that.”

—-

A couple of days has passed ever since that incident of him blurting Barty’s name at the library. Regulus was still ever so stressed out to ask her himself that he still hasn’t realised the stupid mistake he’s done. Now with the Hogsmeade trip coming closer, Regulus really has no other time but now to ask her.

Yet before he could do so, the universe crushed his dream.

Barty entered the Slytherin Common Room with the brightest grin on his face, making Evan, Regulus, and Pandora look at each other from the strange sight. He jumps to the sofa, sighing with delight as he lay on it and rests his feet to the hand rest. Barty turns to see his friends who now still look at him with a baffled expression, enjoying the sight and looking forward to stomping on one of them in the next minute.

“Gentlemen,” Barty greets before turning to Pandora “My Lady.”

“What’s with you?” Evan asks, an amused smile plastered on his face “You look like you’ve just won a lottery.”

“Even better, I just got a date.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, “A date? Who?”

Barty coos, saying her name.

“Wait, isn’t she—”

“Brilliant, indeed.” Barty cuts, not letting Evan to correct the fact that they’re cousins. He shot him a look, one that conveys I’ll tell you later and Evan nods in understanding.

Colour drains from Regulus’ face. Just when he finally gathered enough courage to come forward, he just has to be beaten to the race. By Barty of all people. Supposed she came and asked Barty about their conversation that day and knowing Barty, he would never let such an opportunity slip. Who would ever not want to have her as their date after all?

“Who would’ve thought, right?” Barty fawns, pouring Regulus’ jealousy with petrol “Barty Crouch Jr having such a beautiful bird as his date for Valentine's.”

Evan was eyeing his friend with a sceptical look, clearly lost at the scheme Barty was pulling, “Barty, can I see that Transfiguration homework you promised me now? I have quite a lot to catch up on.”

“Sure,” Barty says, catching Evan’s bullshit right away as he stood from the sofa “It’s in my room.”

And so the two boys left, leaving Regulus who looks like he’s second away from vomiting all contents of his stomach and Pandora who’s casually flipping the pages of a magazine in her hand, an all knowing smirk present on her lips.

“Pandora,” Regulus calls, eyes still vacant “Do you have your wand with you?”

Pandora hums.

“Please hex me to death right now.”

The girl laughs at his request. Pandora put down the magazine and looked at Regulus with a teasing smile, “Why would you ask me that, Reggie?”

Regulus glares, “You know why. I saw your smile the other day when she came to our table. You know about it, don’t you?”

“About what?”

“That I was crushing on her.”

Pandora shrugs, “Maybe.”

“Ugh,” Regulus crowls “What am I to do now?”

Pandora chuckles, patting Regulus’ shoulder in an attempt to console him. Pandora felt cruel now to be the one to suggest the prank, to tell her and Barty to go on a fake date just to mess with Regulus. In her defence, out of the five of them, it seems like Regulus is the only one who doesn’t realise his growing affection for her. It was a public secret for the group now that he’s been sending her heart eyes. All he needed was a push and Pandora felt like it was her duty to help him.

Even when Regulus would surely throw a fit once he knew she was the mastermind behind his distraught now.

“Why don’t you just come to Hogsmeade, Reg?” Pandora suggests, playing the innocent supportive friend now “If their date doesn’t go well, you can go and rescue her.”

Regulus turns to see Pandora, his eyes hopeful at the advice, “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Pandora encourages “I mean, how many similarities does she have with Barty? Almost none. I’m pretty sure their date will turn downhill the moment they step into Madam Puddifoot’s shop.”

“How do you know they’ll go to Madam Puddifoot’s?”

Pandora shrugs, “Don’t all couples go there?”

Regulus bites his inner cheek as he gives it a thought. The idea of her going to such a sappy tea shop with Barty peels his skin. It should be him and her, not Barty and her. What was in her bloody mind to ever say yes to Barty’s invite in the first place?

“Fine,” Regulus says with an exasperated sigh “I’ll go to Hogsmeade.”

—-

Regulus’ tea has long gone cold, untouched as he impatiently waits for her and Barty to enter the tea shop. He figured, if they wanted to have their date here, where else would be the best place to spy on them than the very shop itself? So he got himself a table, ordered himself tea and biscuits that only served as props on his table, while his eyes were glued to the door. Every jingle of the bell felt like an invisible blade thrown to pierce his heart.

He looks down to his watch. It’s been more than an hour now. When would they come? How long should he wait? Will they even come to this tea shop like Pandora said?

Before his head could explode with more questions, Regulus’ breath was held on his chest as she finally entered the establishment. Her cheeks were rosy, probably from the cold wind outside. Regulus wished he could take a picture of her now because Merlin, just how hypnotising could she be?

To think that she dressed up for a date with Barty crushes him, but where even is Barty?

Regulus’ brows were raised now. Did Barty stood her up? Is that why she’s alone now? But she doesn’t look the slightest bit annoyed or sad if such a scenario did occur. She has her eyes scanning the tables now, looking for something, someone, and when their eyes meet, her smile blooms and walks closer to him.

“Hello, there,” She greets, pointing at the empty seat in front of him “Is this seat taken?”

Regulus shakes his head, in loss of words as he tries to assess the situation happening.

She happily took her seat, ordering herself something to drink before turning back to Regulus. Her gaze met his, hands clasped on the table. Her brilliant smile was still evident and it’s making Regulus feel like he could melt and die right on that instant.

“So,” She started, her tone cheerful “What are you doing here, Regulus?”

“I— Uh—” Regulus stutters “I— I was supposed to meet someone.”

“Really?” She asks, intrigued “Who?”

“Just— No one important.” He answers, running his palms to his trousers in nervousness “What are you doing here? I heard you have a date with Barty today. Where is he?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Did he stood you up?” Regulus asked, his anger starting to rise. How dare he stood her up?

“Oh, no, he didn’t. I just cancelled our date.” She says nonchalantly “I find it too cruel to proceed so I bailed on them.”

“Cruel? Them?” Regulus asked, confused “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you sweet soul,” She says with a gentle chuckle, taking one of his hands softly and caressing the back of it with her thumb “Who is it again that you said was asking me for a date?

“Barty.” Regulus says with a nervous gulp.

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t truly him now, was it?” She asks “Cause I’m pretty sure Barty would never be interested in me in that way, seeing that we’re cousins.”

Regulus closes his eyes, letting out an embarrassed sigh. That day in the Common Room must have been some sick joke the other’s were pulling at him. How Barty entered with such a huge grin and Pandora’s pitiful yet teasing look at him. They both must have been the miscreants behind this humiliating act.

“I’m going to kill them,” Regulus mutters, not meeting her eyes.

“Please, don’t,” She answers with a laugh “They mean well, I promise you.”

“They’re making me look pathetic in front of you.”

“That’s debatable,” She remarks “I find it cute and adorable, to be honest. And to be fair, it was you who lied to me first. They’re just following your ruse.”

“I’m sorry,” Regulus says “Are you angry at me?”

“No,” She says, shaking her head “I was appalled at first, but then I realised that you might just be shy about it so I just brushed it off.”

Regulus nods, smiling at her weakly from her understanding.

Now what? He thought. Cats out of the bag, for good this time. What should he say now? What should he do? Would she like him to say anything about it? Do anything about it? What if she’s just here out of a friendly gesture? That she doesn’t want to embarrass himself further in front of the others?

But the tender gaze she gives to him now, the understanding smile and the gentle touch she’s giving him, it all feels like a supportive push for him to go forward. To finally embrace his realisation of affection and hand his heart to her now.

“So I guess you know already..” He begins “About my feelings.”

“I have a rough idea of it.” She teases.

“What do you think about it?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, do you think it was okay? For me to fancy you?” Regulus asks, uncertainty bleeding out of his voice “Would it be okay if I like you?”

“If it wasn’t okay with me I wouldn’t be here with you, would I?” She argues, her kind smile still tugging on her lips “I do have to confess that I expected more than just ‘fancy’ or ‘like’. I thought we’ve gone past that phase already.”

“We?”

She raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t really think that this flows one way, did you?”

“I— I don’t know.”

“Oh, you blind child,” She chuckles “I fancy you too, Regulus. Perhaps even more than that.”

“I— Really?” Regulus asks, blushing yet still trying to understand her words as if she’s been speaking in a different language “This better not be another prank you and Pandora or Barty or Evan is pulling on me.”

She chuckles, “It’s not, I can assure you.”

“Prove it.”

She squints her eyes, giving his challenge a thought before standing a little from her seat. She begins to lean in, inching closer to his face and closing her eyes when their hot breaths begin to meet each other’s skin. She gives the lightest brush to his lips, so soft that it felt feather-like but still sent jolts of electricity down his spine. 

She pulls away a little, still so close to him that their noses brush with each other. She gazes into his eyes, lovestruck and content, “Was that enough of a proof?”

“No,” Regulus breathes, whispering “Do it again.”

i am damaged goods

i come with a safety pamphlet and caution tape

there is a sticker pressed onto my skin that reads ‘fragile’

you know who i am. you know that i’m weak.

you know that. i told you that.

so why do you feel so betrayed when i break?

i came like this

i love to see girls with pretty hairstyles:

braids and plats and buns and high ponytails-

hairstyles that would be impossible to do on your own.

hairstyles that would require someone behind you, combing and twisting your hair while you sit down uncomfortably and stare at a wall.

your mother ties a hair lackey before patting you on the back and telling you to go brush your teeth and put on your uniform.

your friends say that your hair looks nice today. some of your friends have half up-half down hairstyles. some of them have neat pigtails. one of them has their hair down.

you come home, your hair now tangled from pulling at your scalp. nails short from biting anxiously. lips bleeding from biting compulsively.

your mother asks you if you did well on the exam.

later that night she reads your university pamphlets.

on your last day of school, your mother sits behind you and curls your hair with a straighter she’s had since she was 27. it’s old and barley works, but it gets the job done.

you kiss her on the cheek before she tells you to go brush your teeth and put your uniform on.

your friends all look very pretty. their hair is straightened, curled, braided. one girl has the same hair as always.

you come home and cry in the shower. your hair is back to how it was before your mother curled it. it’s back to how it was when you were born. the first hairstyle your mother ever gave you.

later that night she makes your toast.

you’re in your university dorm room, and you can’t seem to get your hair right.

you try to put it in pigtails, but strands are falling in the back. it’s not neat or pretty- it’s lopsided.

you try to put it into a high ponytail, but the hair lackey breaks.

you try to curl your hair, but there are too many sections you can’t reach.

you can’t ask your friend for help. she doesn’t know how to do it either.

you can’t ask your mum, she’s halfway across the country.

so you let it be. your hair is down and unstyled.

you look around at your friends and teachers. their hair is all down. maybe in a low pony.

no buns, no braids, no pigtails, no half up-half downs, no plats, no ponytails.

their mothers are gone now.

maybe one day you’ll learn how to style someone’s hair. maybe you can sit behind a little girl and neatly put her hair in plats after watching hours of videos on how to do it right.

maybe one day you will sit down in front of your mother again. maybe she’ll kiss your head, brush through your hair with her fingers, and tell you that your hair is beautiful. she’ll turn to look at you and smile, gazing at the hair that she made.

it’s down and unstyled and natural.

it’s wavy or curly or straight or fluffy or frizzy or thick or thin. and it’s beautiful.

because she is beautiful.

you once told me that the best movies are never ‘good’

that movies you hate are the movies that are simply better than others.

when you showed me your favourite movie, i told you that i thought it was good.

and it was objectively good.

couldn’t it just be good?

but it didn’t matter that the movie was good or bad or that it was maybe just ‘ok’.

what mattered was that i had contradicted you.

you expected me to remember everything you said, memorise every rule and regulations you had set.

but i couldn’t remember every law that fell from your lips.

i couldn’t fathom every thought that you told me to think.

and now we’re sitting on your couch in silence, watching the credits roll.

the movie was good. and i’m sorry that it was.

picture with Prismo and Scarab making ocs on Prismo's pc #125

School years make me very emotional. When they were just allowed to be kids and do all the silly things they wanted to and just be 16

Also my first time drawing peter and he turned out really well.

do u ever walk from a social interaction like damn. this is why i keep my mouth shut most of the time

you wouldnt understand.

The way Gabriel never doubted for a second that Beelzebub was going to give him the specialest bestest treatement in Hell. That boy was ready to yeet himself out of heaven to be a sugar baby and never once looked back

beelzebub and woman regulus and unfinished sirius

i don’t give a damn ‘bout my reputation // living in the past, it’s a new generation

my fav headcanon is that marls wasn’t popular at all: ppl hated her bc she dressed ‘weird’, she was an open lesbian and a sport fanatic, loud and mean. outcast marlene best marlene.

(song is bad reputation by joan jett, aka marls’ anthem by marls’ no 1 artist)

im actually losing my mind because of this damn song

I just watched Avatar for the first time all the way through, and yeah, it’s great, but the one thing that surprised me was how different Katara was compared to the fandom interpretation I’d seen and internalized before watching.

Like, before you watch Avatar, you’ve seen all these memes about Katara and her mom, and based on those memes, you assume it’s one of those lines you have to get used to hearing at least once every episode. But then you watch the show and realize that she only talks about her mom maybe five or six times per season and you also realize she only brings her up when she’s trying to comfort someone or empathize with them because that’s how she processes her grief and that’s one way she connects with people.

Or you hear the infamous line, “then you didn’t love [our mother] the way I did” and you prepare yourself for one of the worst character assassinations ever only to see the scene after nearly three seasons worth of context and realize she was kinda right. She’s been the mother, the nurturer, the comforter. She’s been patient, gentle, and accommodating where everyone else has gotten to be insensible and reckless and childish, and the one moment where she allows herself to feel her grief, suddenly she’s this evil bitch and not, y’know, a 14 year old girl whose been thrusted into adulthood in a way no other character has. A 14 year old girl who should be allowed immaturity and raw emotion and anger instead of the patience and grace she’s been forced to extend to every character without even the smallest amount of gratitude or even consideration in return.

Or you see all of the clips where Katara puts Aang in the “friendzone” and you expect to have this wishy washy back and forth where Aang is putting his feelings out there only to have Katara neither commit nor express any clear reciprocation or rejection. Then you watch and realize that, as cute as the ship is initially, that there’s never a point where Aang returns any comfort or grace to Katara despite her always doing this for him to the point of coddling. That for as much as Aang says he loves her, he never seems to outgrow his perception of her so he can recognize her as someone who feels grief, anger, and pain as much as she expresses love, kindness, and maturity. And instead of having moments where he learns to see her beyond her strength or compassion, you’re instead given moments where Aang forces his feelings onto her, both romantic and non-romantic, and Katara is expected to just…shoulder those feelings the way she shoulders everyone else’s.

Katara is the most misunderstood character in the show. As much as people recognize the complexities of Zuko, Sokka, and Azula, they struggle to do the same for Katara because they see her struggles as somehow lesser, and therefore, less deserving of sympathy. They can handle her so long as she’s being endlessly patient and loving and kind, but the moment her endless love, patience, and kindness runs out, she’s suddenly this annoying bitch who can’t shut up about her mother or reciprocate Aang’s feelings. But Katara’s trauma does matter as much as anyone else’s. No, she wasn’t banished from her kingdom. No, she didn’t lose her entire community, and no, she isn’t the only one who lost her mother. But the difference between her and everyone else whose experienced loss because of the Fire Nation is that she’s never given time to process her trauma. Aang gets to lean on Katara constantly. Toph gets to express her feelings to Katara, and yeah, Sokka also lost their mother, but unlike Katara, he isn’t put in the position of being a substitute for everyone’s parent. He even admits that he sees his sister as a mother. The only characters who ever comfort Katara or allow her to vent is Zuko and her father and that’s, like, three scenes in a show where the other characters are consistently given opportunities to seek out Katara for unconditional support.

The fandom interpretation of Katara has been so bastardized that even those who haven’t watched the show know her for this fanon version and not for who she is. She’s such an interesting character beyond her fandom limitations, though. She’s brave, hot-headed, and hopeful as well as gentle and caring. She wishes to learn waterbending, not only because she wants to fight in the war, but because she wants to continue her culture’s practices because, and people often forget this, she also lost an entire subculture within her already fractured tribe. And she wants to defeat the Fire Nation both because of her deep love and empathy for other people, but also because she wants to avenge her mother. But because some of the fans have reduced Katara to a bitch who constantly whines about her mother and friendzones Aang, you wouldn’t know any of this, and it sucks because she’s the only character whose been dumbed down to such an extent.

moonwater is for the unlikely friends. those from different backgrounds but with the same yearn of love. the ones you don’t realise are together until you catch just one of regulus’ glimpses at remus; the soft chuckle remus lets out when regulus says something sarcastic. the soulmates that truly deserve their happy ending. <moonwater3

@mo0n-water

i think abt female remus lupin a lot

i wanna draw a female marauders comic bud i have no ideas. my life is hell 😁

me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings

i like the idea of remus being friends with everyone and not knowing?? and he’s friends with more people than any of the other marauders bc james and sirius are really cliquey and peter just follows them around.

so he’s friends with most of the gryffindors- especially the older years because he sells drugs to them 👮‍♂️ remus lupin in the head of the hogwarts black market

like hes obviously besties with regulus (don’t tell sirius) so he’s friends with pandora by proxy. they’re a cute friend group who talk shit together.

and then he’s ’one of the girls’ and is constantly hanging around lily, mary, marlene and dorcas. they have a book club and talk shit about the marauders and their teachers

don’t forget the ravenclaws! mf spends most of the time in the library. there r bound to be some ravenclaws who frequent the library and got curious abt the nerd with all the scars. so bc of all these new ravenclaw friends, he absentmindedly founds a whole ass study group.

then all the younger years from all the houses join said group. alongside the older years from other houses that sit in so that when the younger years leave they can buy cigarettes off of him.

and don’t forget the teachers! do u really think he doesn’t have afternoon tea with madam pomfrey, even when it’s not a full moon?

i can imagine remus spending his day pissing about with the marauders in the morning, going to his study club after school, meeting up with the girls in the common room, heading out to have a chat with pomfrey, and then going back to the dorms to listen to music with the marauders while he conspires a plan on how to sneak out to the astronomy tower to meet up with regulus and pandora later.

bros a quadruple-timing friend whore

best friends best friends best friends

a study session you wouldn't want to interrupt

they're smiling but

something tells me i’m i little obsessed with them

i hate it when i look at my screen time and it’s 5 hours on tumblr. what is this?? 2012???

crying screaming foaming at the mouth

wound too tight | h. brown

❥ — PAIRING hobie brown x gn! bassist! reader

❥ — SUMMARY you and your neighbour are the loudest people in your apartment building - drowning out the sound of each other's music with your own. You hadn't realised that your neighbour saw it less like a competition and more like a collaboration.

# A/N i keep seeing “drummer reader” this and “drummer reader” that so, as a fellow bassist, i’m giving us little guys some food

Your neighbour did not like you.

Luckily for them, the feeling was mutual.

Whenever you had a spare second, you'd take the opportunity to grab your bass and unwind, pulling out a CD you had burnt with all the songs you could play. You had strong feelings about paying a subscription fee to listen to music without ads, so you opted for totally legal youtube to mp3 converters.

You had never really been a noisy neighbour, keeping your amp as quiet as possible and stopping as soon as you knew people would be going to bed. Generally, the people that knew you in the building were fond of you.

So when the old lady in the flat next to you moved out, needing to live with family for the support, and a young man your age turned up, guitar case slung over his shoulder, you were curious. Eager to be friends, even.

The first week was quiet. There was an occasional clatter on the wall that connected your flats, but other than that you could've forgotten your old neighbour had even left. You occasionally saw him entering his apartment as you left, or vice versa, and he'd spare you a momentary glance as you offered a smile. A little rude, in your opinion, but not uncommon.

After that first week, your curiosity had died down and you had been following your regular routine, sifting through your CDs. You had one with a specific set of songs and you couldn't find it anywhere. After an hour, you had turned your entire apartment upside down to no avail and frowned at your own mess. You'd clean it up later.

Not bothering with a CD, you plugged it into your amp and checked the tuning of your bass, instinctively playing the familiar bassline of Boys Don't Cry - it had become habit for it to be the first thing you played, having been the first song you learnt.

What you didn't expect was, hardly five minutes later, an incredibly loud guitar strum to echo throughout your flat, barely muffled by your neighbour's walls. You listened in (not really having a choice due to it's volume) and recognised that he was playing a song you knew; one of the ones you had on that missing CD. It was a favourite of yours.

Biting the inside of your cheek you listened to him finish the first verse, aware that you couldn't practice with him making so much noise. When he reached the chorus, however, you used your foot to bump up the volume of your amp and play along, hoping that he could hear you (and that he was smart enough to realise he had been disturbing your practice).

It carried on like that for at least an hour, both of you gradually increasing the volume in an attempt to overpower the other.

When you finished, you immediately felt guilty for being an annoyance to just about everyone else in the building. You'd apologise for the disturbance the next morning.

That morning, you made a quick trip to your local cornershop, buying some baking ingredients so you could apologise with more than just a promise not to get carried away again.

None of your neighbours disliked you, easily accepting the apology and baked goods when you sputtered out an explanation for all the noise. A couple of them even invited you in for a cup of tea, which was always welcome.

"That boy," the middle aged woman across from you leaned closer, a devious glint in her eyes, "the one that just moved in, are you friends?"

"Uh, no," you tilted your head to the side, feeling like you were 17 again and being questioned by aunts about 'when will you bring someone home?', "we haven't even spoken, actually."

"Oh," you watched her deflated, "that's boring. I thought you two would've been fast friends."

It was difficult not to laugh at her lack of subtlety and you took it as a sign to leave before you had to dodge any more questions. Maybe in another universe she was a pestering aunt - you didn't think you'd hate that.

As you walked across the hall to your apartment, you noticed your neighbour was leaving, no guitar in sight.

You caught eyes momentarily before letting unlocking your door. As you made your way inside, you couldn't help feeling like there were still eyes on you.

This became a frequent routine - you'd practice bass, only to get interrupted by your lovely, polite neighbour deciding he wanted to play guitar whenever you didn't want him to, and a war over who could play louder would ensue.

It would've been funny the first time, but it was causing you to lose enjoyment out of practicing and a significant portion of your paycheck was being spent on ingrediants that you didn't even get to enjoy the results of. You were certain that the patience of your other neighbours were running thin, too.

So, like any normal person would, you began waiting for the familiar click of your neighbour's door closing before you even thought about touching your bass. The door, for whatever reason, had always been a sound you could hear from your apartment - you'd mostly tuned it out but now it proved vital in letting you practice bass in peace. And it worked.

For all of two days.

The last thing you expected when walking past your neighbour on the stairs was for him to reach out and grab your arm, stopping you in your tracks. His fingers were calloused, undoubtedly from guitar, but soft on your skin.

The contact made you turn to face him and you both stood like that for, what felt like, minutes. Just looking at each other. You hadn't noticed all his piercings. You hadn't noticed that he was as attractive as he was irritating.

"You the bassist?"

His words took you by surprise. Obviously he knew it was you - you didn't live with anyone, so there couldn't be multiple suspects.

"Yeah, I am."

His face broke out into a smile, grip tightening so he could pull you into him, slinging an arm over your shoulders. He smelt of aftershave and what you could only think to describe as an old library.

Since he had moved in, a word hadn't been spoken between you - a smile hadn't been shared. Now he'd nestled you under his arm, after just one admission from you.

"Mate," he was buzzing, "you are the sickest bassist I think I've ever heard. Every time you play I gotta join in, you're jus' too good!"

All ill-will towards the man melted away at his words: he was just joining in. It was cute, almost.

"Thanks," you offered, "I hadn't realised that's what you were doing, to be honest."

He didn't respond, catching sight of the plastic corner-shop bag in your hands. Flour, eggs, sugar, chocolate chips. Today you were making chocolate-chip muffins, it was one of the bakery recipes left in your cook book that you hadn't tried yet.

"You baking?"

"For the neighbours-"

"For me?" his smile only brightened, unintentionally leaning closer to you, "What's the occa-"

"To apologise for someone's noise," you shot back, not missing a beat. The statement had paused him in his tracks, lips pursed together and arm dropping away from you. It felt like you were missing something as he pulled away. If you didnt know better, you would've thought he hadn't even spared a second thought to your neighbours, or the volume of his amp.

"Hadn't really thought about that, I guess."

He'd proven you wrong; you didn't know better.

With the lull in conversation at his statement, you took a step away from him, offering your sweetest smile as you outstretched your arm with the bag, "I think I'm overdue some help, don't you?"

reblogs are hugely appreciated ♡

[masterlist]

Loves of my life

*chanting* BAND AU BAND AU!!

milf lowkey

She loved him like a son

that one scene from stranger things but it’s wolfstar

peter had enough. and rightfully so.

(james is in the back filming everything for the girls, he pulled out the phone as soon as peter got up from the seat)