fire - April 3 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 312

“Fuck–stop. No, Reg, stop!”

James Potter had never hated himself more as he peeled a very drunk Regulus Black off of his body and held him back at an arm’s length in the dark of the tiny closet.

No, scratch that. He hated himself more now, as Regulus gave him a glare, eyes filled with fire, jaw set.

“It’s the fucking game, Potter. The bottle landed on us, we snog in the closet. Let’s go,” Regulus insisted, slurring slightly and lurching toward him again. “Isn’t this what you’ve wanted for weeks? You’ve been teasing me enough.”

It was true. James Potter was as gone for Regulus Black as the day was long or as Snivellus’s hair was greasy. But…

“I can’t. Not like this,” he murmured, heart clenching. Gods, Regulus looked good like this. Hair disheveled, cheeks pink, eyes glazed. He wanted to wreck him. But he couldn’t. “You’re drunk. You didn’t…”

“Didn’t what?” the younger boy snapped, clearly fuming. 

“Didn’t choose it. Didn’t choose me,” he mumbled, thankful for the dark that hid his blush at the vulnerable words.

Regulus was silent for about ten seconds before he scoffed and threw his hands in the air. “Bloody hell, Potter! You’re an idiot! D’you think that bottle would have gotten anywhere near you if I didn’t want to kiss you? Barty and I charmed it this morning!”

He gaped. “You…?”

Regulus’s expression–what James could see of it–was impatient and angry, but also a tiny bit anxious. “Yes. So is that good enough? Can you stop being a gentleman and–?”

He was cut off by the blinding light as someone opened the door. “Time’s up!”

“Fucking hell, I’m going to kill someone,” Regulus whispered as he stepped out.

But James just grabbed his hand, pulling him back. “We’re talking about this tomorrow,” he promised, ignoring Sirius’s suspicious glare.

Regulus blinked, expression unsure. “Alright.”

i hate how reward systems never work for me like i can’t just say “if i finish this assignment i can have a cookie” bc my brain is like “…..or u could just have one right now” and i can’t argue with that logic

Self-imposed deadlines don’t work either because I know the guy who set them and he’s full of shit

Mutuals can DM. Mutuals can ask for Discord. Mutuals can rip open my corpse and huddle inside it for warmth.

(Not mine)

Don’t get attached to unpopular ships because you will run out of fic and die

Alternatively: create the content and become adored by like 3 people forever

Alternatively: create your own unpopular ship and drag your friends kicking and screaming into it

Alternatively: create your own unpopular ship and drag complete strangers into it who then become beloved friends

SEIS fag sex? En esta economia?

Sirius: James’ eyes are brown, right?

Regulus: No. They’re hazel with flecks of brown and gold when the light hits them just right.

Sirius: And when was the last time he smiled?

Regulus: Yesterday morning at 11:30 a.m. when he laughed at something Remus said.

Sirius: What about his favorite animal?

Regulus: Red pandas, because they’re really cute and soft even though them being endangered makes him sad.

Sirius: Uh-huh. And when’s my birthday?

Regulus:

Sirius: When’s my birthday, Regulus.

this is vital info for the people to know

Remus could tell Sirius he’s the dumbest, most annoying person he’s ever met, and Sirius would smile like he’s just been proposed to.

I be like "omg, i have so much to do" and then go lay down

In a universe where Damian was raised by Bruce since birth and never was told his siblings were adopted

Damian, age 12 helping unpacking things at Dicks new apartment: whos that?

Dick: Who?

Damian: That guy in the photo with you

Dick:

Dick: you mean- my dad? I never showed my parents to you?

Damian: there is no way thats our dad

Dick: our? Damian you- you know I’m adopted right?

Damian:

Dick:

Dick: we are all adopted, Damian.

Damian:

Damian: Even Cass?

Dick: you were there at her adoption.

Damian: I’m twelve! Probably didn’t payed attention to it.

Dick: you never asked yourself why do we don’t call Bruce ‘dad’?

Damian: I thought it was some petty teenager thing!

Dick: I’M 26!

Damian:

Damian: is Tim adopted?

Dick: yes?

Damian: knew it.

"Think before you speak"

Regulus definitely heard that a million times growing up.

"Think." Because every word out of your mouth is said for the ancient noble house of black.

"Think." Because if you say something the paintings will snitch.

"Think!" Because mother will hit.

"Think before you speak" was said so many times he just stopped speaking and only thought. That is until he was with James.

It took a bit, but even in the beginning he felt more safe. Regulus felt less worry behind his words, less fear for how someone will react to hearing them. James knows, Sirius told him about it before, so he's ecstatic when Regulus starts speaking without worry, without thought.

Think before you speak but not with him. With him you speak what you think and he will love you for it. No matter what.

Trans Regulus who after years of keeping his hair short to fit conformity with looking "male" finally grows it long and he sobs in the mirror because he looks so much like his brother who he never seen grow up.

lore dropping is kinda crazy because sometimes when I’m mid conversation I realize that actually did happen to me

Me today when I randomly dropped on the guy my bestie has a crush on "oh yeah I almost lost a finger a couple months back" & he was like. What

Same when I told him my dad is dead

Like sorry my life is more interesting than yours?? 🙄