#in a few hours hopefully

[itsjaywalkers]

a lil smth under the cut for u guys (part 2) <3

part 1 part 3

Regulus gives himself one last look at the mirror in the locker room, cheeks tinted pink and brows furrowed. 

James’ clothes look ridiculously big on him; the black t-shirt reaches his mid-thighs, and the collar is so low on him his collarbones are on full display. He had to tie the basketball shorts quite tightly, and they still feel a bit loose, even if not at risk of leaving him exposed. 

And really, the point of this is being comfortable, not looking pretty, but Regulus is used to always wearing outfits that fit him like a glove, that don’t have a single crinkle and are perfectly pristine. He feels too out of his element like this. 

There’s also the fact that he’s not very sure about how to deal with the fact that he’s wearing James’ clothes, his scent cloaking his senses and making him dizzy, but he refuses to focus on that side of things. Regulus is already feeling restless enough as it is. 

With a tiny sigh, he sets his shoulders and makes his way out of the locker room, raising his chin slightly as soon as James appears in his sight. He’s leaning against the side of the ring, lazily checking something on his phone with his lips pulled up in half a smile. 

Regulus hates the little flip his stomach gives. Despite how very little he can stand to be around the other man, it’s impossible to deny how attractive he looks. Regulus especially likes him right now, away from the spotlight and without all those flashes lighting up his face. No shirt, still a little sweaty after today’s training, dark hair even messier than usual and shorts riding low on his hips. The laces of his right trainer half undone, and that little golden ring he only takes off during fights shining in his ear.

He does miss the glasses, though. James barely wears them, because he’s vain like that, and also because boxing isn’t the best place for them, but Regulus has caught him with them a couple times. He doesn’t think James is very fond of them, but Regulus thinks they suit him, even though he’d rather die than let the other man know.

They make him look more real. Tangible. Less like a character created to please the masses, and more like a normal man. The kind of bloke you’d cross paths with at Tesco while doing some last minute shopping before it closes, instead of an internationally famous boxer that hasn’t lost a single match since he seemingly appeared out of nowhere, a little over a year ago. 

Regulus doesn’t like James, regardless of the version of himself he chooses to show, but at least one of them doesn’t feel scripted. 

James raises his head all of a sudden, and Regulus isn’t quick enough to avert his gaze before he’s caught staring. Heat climbs up his neck just as a scowl twists his features, a couple of excuses and snarky responses appearing inside his brain, already ready at the tip of his tongue to argue against whatever arrogant bullshit James decides to spout this time. 

However, it never comes.

The other man seems to have frozen in place, watching Regulus with parted lips and wide eyes. The blatant gaping makes him want to squirm, but he refuses to give him a single reaction, so he opts for arching an eyebrow and closing his arms over his chest, waiting patiently for James to make the first move. 

“Fuck,” James murmurs, the word sounding almost like it’s been punched out of him. “Come here.”

Regulus considers refusing, or being difficult about it, or even demand that James comes there himself, but it wouldn’t make much sense, considering he needs to get in the ring for what they’re about to do. 

Arguing with James, disagreeing with everything that comes out of his mouth, it’s second-nature to Regulus at this point. Sometimes, he has to take a moment to turn that side of his brain off. Not like he has the necessity of doing so often.

He huffs a little, but Regulus still does as he’s told, walking slowly and with some wariness in his step, but never faltering. It doesn’t take him long to reach the ring, but he keeps a little distance between his body and James’.

This has nothing to do with the way James’ gaze follows every single one of his movements, or the way his pupils dilate when his eyes fall onto his exposed legs. Regulus’ hands twitch with the need of pulling the hem of the shorts down. He can only hope that the heat he can feel climbing up his neck isn’t showing in his face. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Regulus grumbles, after a few more seconds of complete staring and a lot of intense staring. 

James’ eyebrows shoot up and he blinks at him. “Can I?”

Regulus sputters a bit, losing his proud stance and even taking a step back. His cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he’s unable to look away from James’ sparkling gaze.

“What? No!” he exclaims, hugging himself tightly. “I was teasing! Why would you even want a picture in the first place?”

James blinks a bit more, as if he’s waking up from a daze, and then he grins widely at Regulus, cocking his head to the side. 

“You’re wearing my clothes,” he says, like that explains everything. 

“And?” Regulus questions, incredulous. 

“And I want to fucking devour you,” James responds without missing a beat, tone calm as if he’s merely commenting on the weather. 

Regulus chokes on his own spit, and he opens his mouth, ready to curse the other man out, but his voice refuses to cooperate. 

“Shut up,” he ends up mumbling, too aware of the red that must be covering his whole face. Even his ears feel hot. “I thought you were supposed to be teaching me how to punch.” 

James snorts, shaking his head softly, but he turns around to grab the ropes of the ring and pull himself up, slipping inside with an ease that Regulus refuses to find attractive. 

Every single boxer gets in and out of the ring the same way, with the same naturality that can only be born from habit. If he doesn’t get affected by watching Barty doing it, he shouldn’t feel anything when it’s James, either. 

If only his brain could get with the program. 

James offers him a hand, the other one holding onto the ropes to keep his balance, even though he can probably lift Regulus without breaking a sweat. Regulus stares at his palm for a couple of seconds, lips pursed, before he takes it with a sigh, barely repressing a yelp when James pulls him up with a harsh tug.

He stumbles forward, and the only things that keep him from falling onto his ass are the ropes he crashes into and James’ hand grabbing him by the waist. Regulus is too dazed to appreciate the other man’s raw strength, the way he holds him up easily even after letting go of the ropes himself. Regulus is still trying to make his heart slow down while James helps him inside the ring, not letting go of him for a second until he’s sure that he can stand on his own, and he's far away from the ring’s edge.

“Careful,” James murmurs, squeezing his waist before he finally steps back and stops touching him. 

Regulus can’t help but send a glare his way. “A bit late for that, isn’t it? And it was your fault, anyway.” 

“How was it my fault?” James questions, a disbelieving laugh slipping between his words. 

“You pulled me too hard!” Regulus retorts, pointing an accusatory finger at him, uncertain if his embarrassment is due to almost falling in front of James or to having had him so close, manhandling him with such ease. “None of it would've happened if it weren’t for you!” 

James rolls his eyes, a smile already pulling at his mouth. “I was just trying to help you, love. But I didn’t expect you to weigh so little.”

Regulus scoffs, pointedly ignoring the urge of rubbing at his very warm cheeks. “I weigh a perfectly average amount for my age,” he hisses, eyes never focusing on James, always jumping from the floor, to the ropes, to the door that leads to the locker rooms. “It’s you who’s—”

“I’m… what?” James cuts him off, shit-eating grin already in place. Regulus can’t wait to be able to wipe it off his face with his fists. “Incredibly strong? Insanely fit?” 

“Desperately trying to overcompensate,” Regulus finishes drily. 

James huffs, but it sounds amused, and instead of responding with something snarky of his own, he shakes his head a little and begins rolling his shoulders. It takes Regulus a beat too long to realise that James is stretching. 

He rushes to do the same after the other man arches an eyebrow at him, still doing his best to keep their gazes from meeting. Regulus focuses on James’ movements, on the way he rolls his ankles and how tightly he pulls his arms over his head. 

They both work in silence, and despite it not being uncomfortable, it does feel a bit heavy. Tense. Like there’s a sword swinging over their heads, waiting for the right time to be dropped down. 

Regulus isn’t sure if that’d be a good or a bad thing.

By the time James finally starts to slow down, shaking his limbs to loosen them up, Regulus is already feeling some soreness in his muscles. James’ stretching wasn’t exhaustive, or even that intense; Regulus has seen what his actual routine looks like, as well as his daily training, and this was nothing in comparison. 

But, well. James is a professional athlete, while Regulus sits behind a computer to write his articles. He likes to think he’s in decent shape, despite having what’s mostly an office job, but this is making him start to doubt it.

“Okay, love,” James begins, and his voice startles Regulus a little. This might be the longest they’ve been silent in each other’s presence. “The first thing you need to understand about punching is that you don’t do it with your arms, you do it—”

“With your whole body,” Regulus intervenes, grinning a bit smugly. “I already knew that. Sirius told me ages ago.”

James rolls his eyes so hard he even tilts his head back, and Regulus has to make an active effort to repress a snort. 

“Good. I see he’s not completely useless,” James sighs, and Regulus narrows his eyes at him.

“I also know that you shouldn’t tuck your thumb inside, unless you wanna end up breaking it, and that your lead foot should be forward for jabs and crosses.” 

James sighs, his smile slowly becoming less genuine and more strained. “Fine, then. Since you’re such an expert, I’ll skip the basics. Show me your stance.”

Regulus lets out a quiet exhale and nods, a furrow setting between his eyebrows as he tries to remember Sirius’ lessons back when they were teens. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t remember that much, because they were quite young, and his brother wasn’t even half as good back then, but he’s too proud to admit this to James.

He spreads his legs slightly, always making sure that his right foot remains forward. Regulus pushes his shoulders back and crouches slightly, raising his arms enough to adopt a defensive position. 

When he’s satisfied, he raises his head, sneaking a glance at James, who’s looking at him with an unreadable face. 

“So?” Regulus questions after a moment.

“Wrong,” is all that James says, his tone neutral. 

Regulus does a double take. “Excuse me?” 

“Wrong,” James barks again, his focus shifting from his body to his gaze. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“How is it wrong?” Regulus demands, losing his stance just so he can properly scowl at James.

“It just is.” James shrugs, always so nonchalant it makes Regulus sick. “Spread your legs a little wider.”

Regulus scoffs, but he listens, even if a bit begrudgingly. 

“Wider,” James instructs again, and Regulus huffs loudly, but he still does as he’s told. “Okay, no, that’s too wide.” 

He throws his arms up in the air, already more than done with James’ stupid lesson. He’s about to let him know what he thinks of his shitty teaching skills when James closes the distance between them with two long strides. Regulus snaps his mouth shut even before the first syllable has left his parted lips.

It takes him a lot of effort to keep his body from taking a step back.

James’ eyes slide down his body, slow and careful, and Regulus bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood. There’s none of the usual interest in James’ expression; he’s focused on the task at hand, looking for flaws and ready to correct Regulus’ form like a surprisingly stern teacher. 

That doesn’t mean he can’t feel the weight of James’ gaze on him like a brand, Regulus’ skin burning in every zone where the other man’s eyes stop. 

“Close your legs, we’re starting again,” James instructs, and Regulus hesitates momentarily, trying to blink himself out of his daze. 

He does, rolling his eyes for good measure, and then waits for James’ next order with the most deadpan face he can muster. 

James walks around him, deep in thought. 

“Open,” he murmurs, frowning slightly. “Like you did the first time.”

Regulus gives him a very pointed look over his shoulder, but he complies, and this time, he doesn’t try as hard to get it right. He’s had enough judgement for the day. 

When he stops, James squints his eyes. “Open more,” he presses, attention never leaving Regulus’ legs.

“How much more?” Regulus asks, with a bite in his tone. “Because I also did that last time, and apparently it was wrong.”

“Just a little bit, Reg,” James sighs, and he has no business sounding so exasperated when Regulus is the one dealing with that attitude of his. “It’s not rocket science.”

“Well, that’s what I thought too, until you started to criticise my stance as if we’re doing something actually complicated, instead of just throwing a stupid—”

James interrupts him with a groan, and before Regulus can tell him to fuck off, the other man is moving forward, extending his hands and making Regulus go completely stiff. 

Noticing the sudden tension, he stops right before his fingers wrap around his waist, so very close Regulus can already feel their warmth. 

“Can I?” James wonders gently, and Regulus swallows thickly. 

He considers refusing, kind of curious to see what James will do, how will he react, especially considering that he’s a master of casual touches, and he usually never asks before wrapping an arm around Regulus’ shoulders, or patting him on the back and letting his hand linger for a few seconds too long. 

In the end, though, he’s also too tired of arguing. 

“Yeah,” he mumbles, looking away from James’ hovering hands. 

James seems to doubt for a second, before he finally grips Regulus’ tightly, squeezing for a moment and dragging a tiny gasp out of Regulus. It earns him another squeeze, this time, longer than the other one. 

The other man sneaks a leg between Regulus’ thighs, and he kicks softly at his feet until he opens the slightest bit wider, murmuring a breathy “good” when he likes the width. 

Regulus is helpless to the shiver that racks his frame. He’s sort of expecting James to make a teasing comment about it, or maybe just laugh a little, but he stays silent, still holding onto Regulus. 

Somehow, that’s even worse.

[petricorah]

felt like drawing something sweet [id in alt]

[kokodrawings]

Artober day 7: Spring

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[chaotichyacinth]

The Last Good Day.

[foolsocracy]

can u two act like you like each other

[heybiji]

[mobius-m-mobius]

OWEN WILSON and TOM HIDDLESTON in LOKI S2

[queenmabsim]

a glimpse at our unknown.

name

[redacted] unknown

traits

bookworm lovebug genius cunning unconventional

original timeline

[redacted] unknown

preferences

likes

cello & harp gardening & horse riding research & debate painting & writing pink, black, & grey baroque, classical, & retro music singer-songwriter spooky & strange tunes stories cerebral & family motivated sims

dislikes

dj mixing media production video games dj & electronica music batuu music egotistical sims

fun facts

unknown's only memories from the time before come in moments of blinding pain. her migraines are consistently fast tracked by any attempt to remember more. however, the smell of freshly cut flowers is somehow painfully nostalgic.

not a vampire, not a witch, not a ghost, certainly not normal, but definitely cursed. as such, unknown possesses a nearly indefinable life state. it can be somewhat transient at the most inconvenient of times.

unknown has a strong discomfort near anything electronic. gadgets and gizmos visibly make her uneasy and even a bad lightning storm can cause dissociation.

known sayings

"W-Why do I remember dying? Why can't I remember anything else?"

[ to be continued...

[zarvasace]

Hesitantly moving forward on this :) please check out the form if you would be interested in contributing to, downloading, or purchasing something in this vein. My goal with this form is to get a rough idea of how big this could be! Please share this with people you know outside of Tumblr who may be interested, too!

I am hoping this fanzine encompasses more than the short stories and polished digital art you might be thinking of (though of course that too)! If you have a talent for sheet music, a craft, recipes, cosplay, photobashing (credited), or other sorts of things that could be included in a visual format, feel free to mention that!

I am reiterating here as well as in the form itself: if any physical products, including but not limited to books and keychains, are made and shipped, they will be sold as close to at-cost as possible, estimating on the higher side. Any extra funds will be donated to charity. (The form has a spot to suggest them.)

[goldkirk]

All the years of my life I never had negative side effects from vaccines, aside from totally reasonable soreness (and in the case of tetanus, more intense soreness for several days) and yet specifically the COVID vaccine hits me like varying levels of a truck crash. I am so amazed at how this goes. Nothing else ever makes me feel actually sick after g vaccinations but COVID ones absolutely whack me. The worst time I was lying on the floor crying with ice packs over my joints while I ran a fever overnight. I’m so glad this time it’s just a huge amount of shoulder pain and tightness and the overall flu feeling and spine joint aches, not all the joints in my body yelling or me getting conked out by a fever on the kitchen floor. Meanwhile my flu shot spot isn’t even sore 😂

[viwifey]

IM NORMAL!!!

[somegrumpynerd]

Time for a new toy!

Cat toy won by a pretty good margin, so tomorrow there will be a little novelty cat toy in the garden!

So that means...

("Nothing" option will still attract a cat)

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

🪿🪿🪿🪿Dove! 🤌👏🫰 ayoooo

I’m here for the followes event —

I’d like to yhhh request prompt #3 with Jade :] 🔪

It can be fluffy/hurt/comfort honestly whichever you’re feeling (I know sometimes the writing does what it wants once you get into it lol)

Backup prompt: #4

Backup characters: Malleus, Riddle

Thankfuho you (I just wokeu p and can’t type to spell but whatever I’m just leaving it ❤️)

Discovering Old Secrets; Jade Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, implied romantic relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; I originally had something else in mind that used the knife emoji but my brain wasn't braining. But this, this is so much better and fluffier than I had planned /positive.

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were down in the basement, lantern in hand illuminating the way. The power had gone out, and of course, the fuse box was in the basement of all places. Sevens forbid the person who built the cottage you were staying in actually put it in an easy-to-access spot. Nope! They had to put it in the creepy, old, basement. And since Jade was out getting groceries, that left you to fix it yourself. So, lantern in hand, you started fiddling with the fuse box, trying to find the one that had blown. At least you had some prior experience, what, living in Ramshackle and all; you had become well acquainted with getting stubborn fuses to work for you, even jokingly calling it your unique magic. 

“Come on, work for me baby,” you muttered, and all of the lights flickered to life once again. “Ha ha! Me? One! Fuse box? Zero!” You dusted yourself off and looked around the basement, now that you could see everything.

Apparently the people who rented this place out didn’t take out all of the old owners’ boxes, and they were just laying there collecting dust and cobwebs. There couldn’t be any harm in just taking a tiny peak, never know what you could find.

As you were gently looking through the boxes — hey, they’re probably old and you didn’t want to accidentally break anything — you heard the front door open and close. Jade was back which meant you had been digging for a bit. Sighing, you stretched, and made your way to the kitchen with its bright yellow cupboards. 

Jade hummed you a greeting and chuckled a bit at seeing the dust. “What did you get into while I was away, dear,” his voice was teasing, but he was genuinely curious.

“Welllll,” you drawled, “the power went out so I had a little fight with the fuse box, I won by the way, and discovered some old boxes down in the basement and was seeing if they held anything interesting.” A loud sneeze escaped from you, a result of all of the dust. “But all I found was a tonne of dust, way too many spiders for my liking, and,” you fished around in your pocket, “this key.”

Jade set the groceries down and came over to inspect it. “Well that’s rather interesting…” he murmured. “May I?”

You handed him the key, curious about what he seemed so interested in. Sure it was pretty, made from silver and inlaid with abalone and pearls, which were now weathered with time. There must have been a good reason why it peaked his interest.

Jade wandered into the living room, and started running his hand under the shelves of the large bookcase which was built in the wall. And then he stopped, a proud and large smile gracing his face. He placed the key into a divot in the bookcase, and it swung inwards, revealing stone steps leading down. “Looks like you just helped discover an old secret, my dear,” he chuckled, beckoning you to follow him down the stairs.

Slowly, you followed him, the light from the cottage helping to illuminate the way, as well as a pale blue glow from below. And then you stopped, having reached the bottom. In front of you was what looked like an underwater sea cave, with a shallow beach. And light gently filtered from a small hole at the top, causing the blue glow that you saw.

You looked over to Jade, hoping for an explanation, but you found him looking at you instead, expression soft.

“What did you mean by old secrets,” you whispered, not wanting for something louder to break the serene scene.

Jade took your hands in his and led you to the water, just deep enough where the water lapped against your calves. “The key you found, this place,” he briefly broke eye contact so he could observe the cavern before they travelled back to you. “It opens a secret meeting place, where land and sea can live together… it was forged by the love of a human and a merfolk.”

Just like us. 

Jade continued moving deeper until you were chest deep in the water, and he dived under, changing into his merform before coming back up. “And is only discovered by those curious enough to pursue it.”

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[favoure]

me when my homie doesn't love me like he used to

[ghostygenetics]

day 2. i call this one: "shapes."