Barty tosses the plastic bag full of gas station snacks to the back of the car and pops the two slurpees into the cup holders, Barty’s brown concoction of different flavors looking rather depressing next to James’ bright blue.
“Did you get the purple skittles you know I like those better—”
“Yes, Jesus James, I got your stupid fuckin’ purple skittles. And your chips too. Don’t insult me.” Barty scoffs at the idea, acting as if he hadn’t screwed this exact thing up the last time they went on a road trip together. It’d ended in an argument so bad James hadn’t even gotten a blowjob out of it.
“You don’t exactly have the best track record. And since you three refuse to give me any kind of gas money this is my pathetic form of payment for the trouble.”
Barty puts on an overly-offended face—mouth stretched open to the point of possible tearing, eyes wide, and a hand over his chest. “Trouble? As if you didn’t practically beg to come along.”
Given the audacity of the statement, James figures it his turn to play up how much they affect him and physically recoils at the words. “Beg? I did not fucking beg. If I recall correctly you were the one who refused to fuck me until I agreed to come.” James turns in his seat, giving Barty a full view of himself as he crosses his arms and just looks at him.
“Tomato, tomato. Who cares? You’re here now, let's not worry how we got to this point.”
James rolls his eyes, turning back forward to start the car and pull out onto the road. Barty messes with the aux, making sure to bend it just right so the frayed wires are able to function correctly. The quality of James’ busted speakers is ass, but it hardly even matters as Barty opens his big mouth once more.
“You’ll want to make a right soon to get to Evan’s…”
James tunes him out the second he hears Evan’s name, quietly seething as he drives. Evan this, Evan that. It would be too soon if he never heard his name or saw the guy again. Evan with his weird obsession with death, his off-putting demeanor, and a stare which sent chills straight to James’ soul. No matter how hard he tries, James just couldn’t get a read on the guy. Even now, years of knowing him, James still has no clue if Evan even likes him or not.
And that’s not even scratching the surface. Evan and Barty have this thing, and it drives James up the walls. It’s different from anything he has with his own friends—sure he’s close with Sirius and Remus, but Evan and Barty operate on a whole different level. It makes it all the more ridiculous how irked James gets because he knows well enough by now that it’s not romantic. It’s just weird. And he knows perfectly well he’s not jealousy because who the fuck gets jealous over Barty Crouch.
Not that he would have any right to complain or be jealous if it was romantic. Him and Barty are just….him and Barty. James has no desire for that to change. Whatever.
He cuts Barty off mid-ramble. “God, why the fuck did I even agree to this ridiculous-ass road trip anyway.”
Barty doesn’t falter. “‘Cause my dick’s so good you couldn’t bear to go a week without it.” Barty grins, it’s all teeth and his eyes are a little too wide. The metal of his smiley glints in the late-afternoon sun filtering through the windows. James hates it. He wants those teeth to sink into his skin.
He also doesn’t have a rebuttal for Barty’s response, knowing all too well that if he tries to deny how good Barty’s dick is now they’ll waste even more time as they pull over and he rails James into the backseat.
In the short span of time when James just glares at him, refusing to give Barty the satisfaction, the asshole takes a drag from his newly-acquired vape and exhales directly into James’ face. The flavor is banana split, or something equally disgusting, and smells downright rancid.
“Blegh.” James gags, reaching his hand out and shoving at Barty’s face, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach as he barks out a laugh, high-pitched and hyena-like. It’s a terrible laugh, really. Ugly even.
James never wants it to stop.
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James fisting barty
mmmmm yes i can see it. barty has fisted james before and one day barty is just like fuck it yes let’s do it the other way around. james is shaking because he’s like fuck my whole fist is going to fuck him, but he’s in absolute awe. like jaw to the floor as he watches his hand disappear inside barty. barty’s brow is like pinched, mouth falling open in a silent moan <3 oh it’s so delicious. love love loving this.
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Though he’d promised Aziraphale his attention, his head was turned towards a screen on his right, and the angle of his camera suggested the phone was tucked at the base of his keyboard and monitor. Aziraphale was actually grateful for it; Crowley’s momentary distractedness gave him the time to recover from the sight of him dressed up so professionally.
“I, er— yes. I need your help though.”
Crowley turned to him suddenly, leaning in close and grinning like a shared secret.
Big Name Feelings • 3. Speeding Up
i am so at peace. 5 hrs totally zenned out on these colours. i'm gonna see his face in my dreams 🥰
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Westeros History AU
Royal Portrait of the XXXVII Lady Lannister of Casterly Rock, Brienne Lannister of Tarth.
Tradition dating back to Lann The Clever has the newest Lady of The Rock (at the time, Queen) painted close to a lion representing the Great House.
Source: “The Sun, The Star and The Lion’s Roar” by Gaëlle Bouhier
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reg setting barty and James up together 😏 he’s just a matchmaker fr fr
hdsjlsals reg would be like “okay, barty meet my brother’s terribly annoying friend james. and james meet my terribly annoying friend barty”. ooh i just want to see james and barty but heads a bit but it’s all in the name of unresolved sexual tension. they’ll just keep bickering and one day they’re all up in each other’s faces and boom they kiss and there’s no going back from there <3
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Here in the dark inside the hole in my heart
I'm fighting all of my demons tryna tear me apart
And I'm still not sure what you ever saw in me
No, I'm a, I'm a fallen angel
And no matter where my heart is
There's no way I'll ever
Reach up to Heaven
To you
you can't tell me fallen angel doesn't fit jaime (thinking abt brienne) like a glove
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