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Prompt: Blind date

@wolfstarmicrofic - 301 words

Sirius is so tired of dating. Men, women, all the same disappointment. If it wasn't for Prongs, he wouldn't have even gone to this one. “Blind date, literally.” No kidding. The room is pitch dark, officially so one can focus on tasting the food. More likely so one can't run away from a terrible date. But well. He promised.

When the waiter leads him to the table, someone is already waiting, but it's so dark, he can't even tell if it is a man or a woman. The first course comes, it's a soup, and to be fair, it is good, but Sirius really doesn't know what to say to someone he can't even see. So with nothing else to go by, he talks about the food, tries to guess the ingredients, jokes that they could use the last shit, and no one would notice, not that they do, it's delicious.

The other only slowly warms up, speaks quietly, shyly. But Sirius loves the wit, the sense of humour, the creativity. Somehow the familiarity of the voice. He must have heard it before, but with how quiet the person, the man, speaks, it's hard to tell.

Still, it's fun. Once they start, there is no lack of conversation, and slowly the other grows more comfortable, until, at last, it clicks.

Sirius feels so stupid.

“Yeah,” he breaks off, in the middle of a sentence. “Great prank. I owed you one, Moony.”

There is a silence, that even the waiter with the desert plates cannot loosen, and then a soft sigh. “Not a prank... I just... didn't dare ask you.”

Sirius bites the inside of his cheek to figure it out, to make a decision. It's a silent one. He reaches for the spoon and holds it over the table. “Sharing?”

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Sobbing.

"You're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road."

~ Taylor Swift (The Tortured Poets Department) Pairing: jegulus - Rating: T (mention of trauma, unhealthy coping)

"Go away, James," Regulus murmured, curling himself into a ball, cradling his head in his hands, doing everything he could to shut out the outside world.

It didn't matter. He couldn't escape it. The memories of his mother's cruelty, his father's violence. He wanted to scream.

"No, Reg."

"Go AWAY," Regulus shouted, stifling tears, slamming his fist down on the mattress.

Don't leave, he thought. I don't know why I do this. Don't leave, please.

There were footsteps. The creak of a door. Quiet.

Regulus let out a loud sob, knowing that James, just like everyone else, had left. That it was his own fault. That he'd pushed him away.

But then a voice spoke, shocking Regulus out of his crying. "I'm sitting by the door, love. I'll respect your space. But I'm not leaving. I'll never leave you when you're upset. I promised you, I would never."

And this time, when Regulus fell back into his tears, sobs making his entire body shake, he felt a little less lonely, knowing that James was there with him.

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Milk me dry!

That's not my neighbor fanfic. Rated Explicit Non-con, dead dove do not eat. Summary: It's Doorman's first day at his new job and things don't exactly go according to plan for him.

Snippet from the fic:

Doorman looked up and saw the guy in yellow who performed a swiping motion with his hand, so he slid the glass window open.

“I forgot to add something.“, His voice was deep and sent chills down Doorman’s spine, damn did that just make him horny? 

“Yeah? What is it?“, he asked, trying not to sound hot and bothered. 

“If a guy with the milkman hat comes by tonight, don’t talk to him for too long. As soon as you know that he is a real guy and not some monster, just let him through.“, the guy said nonchalantly before closing the window by himself and leaving.

Confused Doorman watched him leave. Was this some weird joke they told their new employees? If yes, it was kind of dumb. No wonder so many that came before him quit. If the milkman is a normal dude why shouldn’t he talk to him? ---------- Want to find out why Doorman shouldn't talk to the Milkman?✨ Read it here! ♡

#thats not my neighbor #francis mosses #gay fanfiction #m/m #non con #ao3 #writing #writers on tumblr

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Cartoon Self Portrait 🪻

#self portrait #cartoon #cartoon art #sketch #digital art

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5 things that make me happy

My little sister 🌸

Writing and connecting with ppl about it 💐

Drawing 🌺

Me-Time 🌼

Trash TV nights with my friends 🌷

#5 things that make me happy

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“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

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Prompt: Lollipop

@rosekillermicrofic - 100 words exactly

TW:NSFW

Evan is from a very good, very pure-blood family, so how the hell did he get hands on a lollipop? And why is he licking it so... obscenely? His tongue wraps around it, it pops free from his lip, and all Barty can think is “Why me?” Why was he present for this, and no one else? Why could he not turn his eyes away, thinking and thinking, and... getting hard...

His face heated, when Evan looked back, first at his face and then, with one slow measured swipe down... “I could use another. Do you have one, by accident?”

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Prompt: Fake Marriage

@wolfstarmicrofic - 123 words

“We married. During war.” Remus is barely able to hold back a snarl. All of this is ridiculous and deliberately overcomplicated. So he doesn't snarl because without Kingsley's help he would be even more lost.

“Why would you do that?” The Auror knows. They weren't... well. At some point everyone distrusted everyone – and apparently it was right. Still. Sirius alone in there, no one ever even looking. That's not right.

“For my safety, honestly. You know... if the ministry...” It's an ironic turn of events. But Kingsley nods, accepts, and Kingsley does the magic only a man so carefully connected like him can do.

Remus' heart sinks, when he gets the permission for marital visitations. What will he find?

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Prompt

A: “So you ordered a cappuccino.“

B: “Yes.“ A: “And a cheese plate.“

B: “Yes?“ A: “And a yoghurt-chocolate desert.“

B: "Yes...? What are you trying to tell me?"

A: “You are lactose intolerant you moron!“

#dialouge prompts #dialogue prompt #writers on tumblr #ao3 #writing prompt #writerscommunity #creative writing

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Yippiieeee 🎉

#my bday

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I like to imagine that Sirius was always taller than Remus, but then over the summer towards year 5 Remus had a spurt in growth. Suddenly he was a head taller than Sirius and he would tease Sirius endlessly for it. Remus: “Aw, look at you, so cute and small. Is the air good down there? It sure is fresh up here“

Sirius: “Shut the hell up you- you- TALL GUY“

#wolfstar #wolfstar prompt #remus x sirius #writing prompt #dialouge prompts

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Prompt 17: Stranded on a Desert Island

@wolfstarmicrofic Words: 583 Mention of NSFW ; traumatic experience Remus heard the sound of the ocean, waves smacking the water surface and suddenly his feet felt cold.

“Ughm.“, He wanted to open his eyes but couldn’t. He felt like someone had dropped a brick on his head. With his hands, he gripped the ground underneath him, only to be met by sand. 

“-mus…“

A voice was heard, but it seemed too far away. “Who?“

Finally, he managed to open his eyes a bit but immediately closed them again; too bright.

“Remus?!“

Someone dropped into the sand next to Remus. Two skinny hands grabbed his face and neck, and then a weight was suddenly added to his chest and hair fell onto his face.

“Heugh-!“, he choked out and his eyes were forced open by shock. 

“Oh thank Merlin, you are alive!“

A head appeared above his own and shielded the sun.

“S-Sirius?“, he huffed. “It’s you.“ 

Remus couldn’t read Sirius’s expression, his view was blurry and he had trouble adapting to the sudden light change.

“Yes- Yes! It’s me!“, Sirius’s voice sounded shaky. “Can you sit up? Are you hurt?!“

Remus slowly lifted one arm and gripped Sirius’s shoulder. He groaned.

“Help me up?“

Sirius nodded hastily and Remus closed his eyes again. Two arms appeared under his back from behind him and his upper body was lifted from the sand. He felt movement, the coldness in his feet vanished.

“I’ll get you out of the sun, don’t move.“ That was the last thing he heard before he shut down again.

With a gasp, Remus awoke. His forehead and hair were drenched in sweat and he sat up. It was night, but a small campfire shone light on him. 

“Where am I?“ 

He wanted to get up and look around, but suddenly something moved next to him. 

“Remus?“

It was Sirius.

Sirius moved from his laying position over to Remus, he put his head on his lap. Carefully he intertwined their fingers.

“It’s okay love, you are safe. We are still on the island, remember?“, Sirius whispered. 

Images flashed before Remus’s eyes. Fire, a sinking ship, Sirius face above his own. 

He exhaled deeply.

“Yes.“, He put his free hand on Sirius’s head and stroked his hair. “I remember again. Sorry for waking you.“

“Don’t worry, I forget too sometimes.“, He spoke softly. “But don’t forget to remember the good times either.“

Remus chuckled: “Like… when you were so proud of yourself for catching the smallest fish on earth?“

Sirius slapped Remus’s leg playfully and snickered: “Meanie.“

“Or the time when I made you a hammock out of those giant leaves?“

Now Sirius laughed: “Oh I remember that! Though we had a bit too much fun in it. Remember when it broke?“

Remus grinned: “Not my fault. I wasn’t the one begging.“

“You…!“, Sirius sat up and turned to Remus, blushing furiously. “You take that back!“

He leapt onto Remus and held his hands down next to his head.

“I was not begging! I was… encouraging you to reach your full potential.“, He said with a sly grin.

“Oh really? Might have to encourage me again right now then so I remember.“, Remus dipped up with his head and gave Sirius a peck on the lips. 

Sirius smirked.

“Bet.“

And so another night went by. They had lost track of how long they had been on that island, sometimes it felt like years, sometimes only like a few weeks. But as long as they had each other, neither of them really cared.

#wolfstar microfic #remus x sirius #stranded

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James Potter is the kind of guy who would stop on the sidewalk to pick a dandelion and make a wish. And Regulus stands patiently waiting and asks, “What did you wish for?”. James kisses him softly while the dandelion fluff swirls around them. And James smiles and replies, “You tell me.”