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the bond between a girl and her room is stronger than the gravitational force of the earth

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loonie moodboard

Thank you @honeybcj for the tag<33

this was so fun and HARD to do but here we are!!

i don't know if you already did this but np tags: @orchideous-nox @mothbart @winnienora14 and whoever wants to do it too!<33

#moodboard #pinterest board #loonie lore

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Slow dancing is their love language

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“he would not fucking say that” except it’s “he would not fucking listen to taylor swift”

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also i think james comes untouched a lot while eating out regulus. at first he was kinda embarrassed about it but after it happened a few times? there’s no shame in admitting how hot regulus sounds and looks when he comes on james’ tongue

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I liked the idea of ​​Regulus the trapeze artist too much🛐

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i did smth so stupid either i'm actually gonna kms or i'm gonna die from embarrassment

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@jegulus-microfic / rank / 705 words / game of truth or dare goes wrong, or not?

“Trust me Sirius, you will regret this,” Regulus whispered in his brother’s ears as everyone around them cheered for the next game. 

“I’m your big brother, I will never regret embarrassing you.” Sirius took Regulus by the shoulders and made him sit on a chair in the middle of the circle. It was the first party where both Sirius’ group of friends and Regulus’ were hanging out, it was Dorcas and Marlene’s idea now that they were dating. 

“The game is really easy, you take a drop of veritaserum, and someone gets to ask a question. Got it?” Everyone around the room hummed in confirmation as Regulus drank his dose of the potion. His eyes met James’ across the room, his boyfriend tried to conceal his nervousness with a smile. If their friends were smarter, Regulus was sure they would’ve picked up on their relationship by now, without the need of a veritaserum. 

First, they went through the normal round of questions just to make sure that the potion was working. No more than three questions in and Sirius decided it was time for the actual fun.

“Do I actually embarrass you, Reggie?” Sirius teased, but he was clearly eager for the answer. 

“No, you’re my favorite person and I love you.” A round of loud ‘awwws’ echoed in the room. “Oh shut up, and just ask another question,” Regulus blurted out. 

He immediately regretted it as he saw Barty’s mind clearly plotting something. 

“Okay, I have one. Dear Regulus, would you be so kind as to rank your best kisses?”

“Ew! NO!” Sirius quickly protested. 

From the corner of his eye, Regulus could tell how the question made James' heart race. This was not how they had planned to tell everyone they were dating. 

“Shhh! I want to know,” Remus insisted.

“I don’t! Knowing you two kissed when you did perfect rounds together is all the information I need about the matter!” Sirius was hysterical. 

“Just answer the question Reg, start with the third place,” Barty instructed. 

Regulus tried to fight the truth, this truly was the last way he wanted his brother and friends to know he had been dating Gryffindor’s golden boy. He once again searched for James’ eyes, and James was already looking at him, so lovingly. His boyfriend mouthed the words ‘it’s okay’, so Regulus took a deep breath and answered. 

“Fine. Third place would be Evan.”

“Quite the kisser you are too, love.” Evan blew him a kiss in response and everyone started laughing and commenting. 

“Shhh, I want to know who is in second place,” Dorcas intercepted. 

“Sirius, don’t hate me,” Regulus said as he closed his eyes and fought once more the words that were about to come out. “Second one is Rem-”

“I’M LEAVING!” Sirius announced loudly as he got up. 

“Sirius, don’t be dramatic, don’t you want to know who is actually first?” Remus said, trying to distract him. 

“Don’t worry, it’s me,” Barty said with an immense amount of confidence. 

“Ugh, it couldn’t get worse I guess,” Sirius mumbled as he sat on Remus’ lap. “If you say James I will fucking kill you, Regulus.”

Regulus' eyes widened and a violent blush crept from his neck towards his cheeks, without thinking he snapped his head towards James who was the same shade of crimson as him. Fuck. His reaction had been too noticeable. Everyone around had caught it, especially Sirius. 

“Regulus! Say right now that James does not have the first place in your fucking kissing list!”

Silence. 

“He does…”

The room erupted in a million loud voices laughing, screaming and questions aimed at both him and James. 

When did this happen!? 

How am I not on your list!?

Are you dating!?

Or are you fucking!?

Regulus began feeling dizzy and overwhelmed, he got up the chair to try to breathe but felt his legs falter. He felt familiar hands, calloused hands, warm hands steady him. James.

“It’s okay, baby,” James assured him as his arms wrapped around Regulus’ waist. 

James’ voice brought him back to reality, he saw Sirius approaching and couldn’t help the words that left his mouth with a laugh, “I told you so.”

They never played with veritaserum again.

more microfics here

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mdni. 18+ | bartylily.

[01:08AM] barty: just got some new shit, you at home?? [01:09AM] lily: yeah, you otw? [01:09AM] barty: yes ma’am

barty presses his foot down harder on the gas, moving up a gear with his windows down. he’s excited to see his favourite girl, his fingers flexing around the steering wheel, and a shit-eating grin on his face as he pictures her getting all ready to see him. he pulls up outside her house, combing back his hair when the sight of her standing on the side of the street comes into view. sticking his head forward, barty lets out a low whistle, massaging his jaw. “you lookin’ like this just for me, angel? i’m honoured.”

lily rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she opens the passenger door, hugging her cow printed pyjama set close to her body. “ass.” she mumbles with a small smile and barty floors the gas pedal then, watching the way lily leans back in her seat, lifting her legs to rest her feet up on the dash. “don’t dirty my shit, yeah?” he tells her, mouth full with his lit joint. he keeps one hand on the wheel, puffing out the smoke before passing the blunt over. “jus’ bought this baby.”

pursing her lips around the stick, lily breathes in, holding the smoke in her lungs before blowing out in his direction. she watches how his bicep tenses when he shifts up a gear, switching to fourth, and she licks her lips before taking another smoke. she looks around his car, shrugging. “it’s nice.”

they hit the highway, speeding down in the rain and they’re most likely going to crash at some point, lily thinks. she’s not sure if she cares, her ankles crossing over one another and barty can’t help but look at her legs. he pulls over at an exit, parking his car on the edge of a truck stop, behind the bushes. barty reaches over the console and into the backseat, finding a ziploc bag before throwing it over to lily. she picks it up, holding her flashlight to it before looking at him with wide eyes, “are you serious?”

“yeah, yeah—jus’ one line though, don’t get used to this shit.” barty waves her off before snatching the bag from her, lifting his leg up on the seat and taking out one of his cards.

nodding pathetically, lily catches her bottom lip in between her teeth, all anxious as she watches him. he’s careful in how he handles it and it’s so different to what he’s usually like, she thinks. “relax, ‘m here.” he murmurs, pouring a small pile of the white powder onto his thigh then carefully cutting into it with his credit card. “not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”

“i know.” lily whispers, her eyes completely focused on the way he slices the coke on his leg into three white lines. 

barty leans back in his seat, looking up at lily when he’s all done. he rubs at the back of his neck, sighing, “in your mouth or up your nose, kid?” but lily shrugs, completely clueless at this sort of thing. she opens her mouth to speak but barty’s gripping onto her chin then, his strong hand keeping a hold on her. he runs his thumb over her lips, smiling with his eyes wide and red. “open f’me.” he tells her and it’s a strange mix of gentle and harsh, and it’s something lily thinks she likes. she nods in his hold, her plump lips parting. “good girl, now—i ain’t letting you do this shit again, so appreciate what i’m giving you, yeah?”

lily nods, waiting with eager eyes. her eyes shift to where his two fingers on his free hand reach to gather up some of the coke on his leg. his fingers push up under her top lip, smearing the powder all over her gums, and he grins when she whimpers. she shuts her eyes tight, taking all that he gives her and when he pulls his fingers out from her mouth, he lightly hits the side of her face. “gotta keep those eyes on me, angel.” he tells her and when she does, barty shifts slightly, watching the way her pupils slowly expand. 

lily’s eyes gloss over and he nudges at her jaw, “come on,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking over the skin on her cheek. “i know you can take it, kid.” barty tells her, before scooping the rest of the substance on his leg onto his card, snorting it clean off. he rolls his shoulders back, wiping his nose clean as he feels it in his head. 

lily’s lips have suddenly gone dry and her fingers itch to feel something. barty takes the blunt from behind his ear and shoves it between her lips, her fingers instinctively holding it there. he takes out his lighter, holding the flame to it for her and he watches her smoke the rest of it, his lips curling up at the corners. he keeps a hand on her shoulder, making sure she stays awake. he plays with her hair a little, twirling the strands between his fingers. then he hears a soft moan come from beside him and his brows raise, watching the way her thighs rub against one another. “coke get you all wet, kid?” he snickers, his hand trailing down from her shoulder until it rests on her thigh.

lily nods dumbly, a slight shrug following. “coke, weed, you, i don’t know.”

barty hums, his eyes closing momentarily, the revelation filling him with pride. his fingers graze the edge of her shorts, before slipping under and pushing her panties to the side. he shakes his head, tongue in cheek. “shit, babe, you’re soaked.”

lily lets out soft little moans, deliriously begging him for more. he watches her eyes before cursing and pulling his hand away, getting out of the car and making his way to her side. he opens the passenger door, pulling her out carefully and setting her down on the backseat. barty crawls in between her legs, his hands roaming over her pyjamas as he chuckles slightly, “these fuckin’ cows.” but lily whines on the seat, aching for him.

“i’m here, kid.” he murmurs, pressing light kisses along her jaw and down her throat. “relax f’me.” he tells her, his fingers sliding into her shorts and into her panties. he relishes in the way her back arches and how she pushes herself against his fingers, it’s desperate and pathetic. 

barty fucks his fingers up into lily, his own cock twitching in grey sweatpants. he gets off on her little moans and gasps, eager to hear more of the pretty noises she makes. “w-want.. want..” she trembles, barely able to speak, her words being interrupted by her own moans. 

“what? can’t—can’t talk? already fucked those words out of you?” he asks, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. lily can’t help but whine, reaching for one of his hands on her hips, placing it over her neck. barty grunts, squeezing her neck lightly before letting go. “tell me, kid—i brought you out for a good time, don’t be rude now.” he speaks slightly strained, still much more composed than lily, focusing on the way your face twists. 

“w-want you to— ohh fuck.” lily moans, barty purposely speeding up his thrusts, groaning. he could be so mean. “what? cat got your tongue?” he chuckles to himself, not stopping his thrusts. 

lily scratches at his arms, squirming. “choke—want you to choke me.” she pants, tears falling down her cheek and landing on the leather seats of his car. “w—what?” he stumbles, pace slowing down so he can examine her expression, slowly stilling his fingers inside her. 

she nods dumbly, waiting for it. he sighs, his hand wrapping around her throat, pushing her further onto the seats. he squeezes at her pulse points, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “yeah—yeah, there you go.. should be ashamed of yourself. cumming from your dealer choking you? real, real dirty.” he adds, biting his lips back from groaning at the way her walls contract around him. 

“better not be doing this shit with ya other dealers, yeah?”

lily shakes her head quickly, legs trembling. “you’re the only one, barty, promise.” she smiles dopey, barely able to form a thought at the way she struggles to hold on, the pressure around her neck feeling way better than the coke.

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Wow reblogging that popular post by my mutual huh? I bet you don’t even fuck with their flop posts. Name 5 of their personal traumas

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im really into romantic friendships, but specifically ones where the lines are already so blurred & yet the concept of romance hangs like a guillotine over both heads

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Please please please please please let me sit in ur lap I promise I won't wiggle my ass and get you worked up and then pretend I was just trying to get comfy please please please please please

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*about to call mutual by name* *checks their bio* *i remembered their name correctly* *starts writing the post* *deletes it and checks the url again* *stares at url telling myself i know their name* *checks their bio again and i was still right* *writes post* *drafts it so i can check one more time before posting*

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dumb barty has to be my least favorite headcanon. we have got to stop this himbo agenda for half of the marauders

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