✺ (2/16) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: tear — 1,058 words (college/uni au; when your boyfriend tries to distract you from working on your schoolwork and you’re so strong about it)
At this point, Regulus is about ten seconds from bashing his head into the table. He’s been in the library study room for hours already, only so much time still left on the max amount that he’s allowed to use it for. Just a little while longer to get some of the piled up work he needs to get done, and then he can take a break.
And yet.
Groaning, he sinks enough in his chair to thump his forehead onto the tabletop. Whose grand fucking idea was it to get a masters degree? Why did he think that was a good plan? This thesis is going to be the death of him.
You could still drop out. There’s still time to do that. You’re smart, you’re pretty, you’ve finished enough school, you’ll figure it out. You can just—
The study room door opens, cutting his spiral short. Regulus lifts his head, automatically ready to snap at whoever’s come to interrupt him before his time in the room is up. Except when he sees that it’s James, his annoyed expression quickly melts away.
There’s a to-go coffee cup and a white paper bag in James’ hand, the other reaching out to push the door shut quietly behind him. He comes around the far end of the large table —too large for one person, really, but Regulus has a couple books, his laptop, and various notes scattered over it, taking up space. James still finds an empty spot beside his laptop to set the bag and cup down then bends to kiss the top of Regulus’ head.
Regulus tilts back to look up at him. “I thought you were at the gym.”
“Baby, I went to the gym at like eight-thirty. It’s eleven now,” James chuckles, sliding his hand back and forth between his shoulders. He nods his head toward what he’s brought when Regulus quirks a brow at him wordlessly. “Figured you didn’t have anything before coming here.”
“I had a coffee already,” Regulus replies.
“And did you eat?”
He drops his chin, eyeing the white paper bag with a barely hidden sheepish look.
“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.” James squeezes his shoulder then moves around where Regulus sits to plop into one of the chairs closest to him. “It’s one of those almond croissants you can never say no to, so.”
Regulus’ lips tick upward into a gentle smile, gaze flicking sideways. “Oh, you’re really going for it, are you?”
“Going for what?” James asks, feigning innocence.
With a knowing roll of his eyes, Regulus reaches for the bag, pulls out the croissant, and settles it on the outside. He tears a piece off and pauses before bringing it to his mouth, swiveling his chair to knock his knee into James’.
“I told you, I have to stay here for at least three hours. I have too much work to get done.” Regulus pops the bite of food in his mouth, chews and swallows before tilting his head. “You don’t get to try to butter me up and pull me away from it.”
James narrows his eyes at him a little, thumbs tapping over his shirt where he keeps his hands folded on his stomach. “Maybe I’m just being nice.”
“Mm, and why should I believe you?”
“Because I’m always nice.”
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
“Come on now, love, you know I’m only mean to you when you ask me to be.” James winks, his grin inching wider when Regulus blushes at the insinuation.
He swallows another bite of food with a shake of his head, washing it down with a sip of coffee —black with one sugar, just like James knows he prefers it. He sets the cup back down and proceeds to point at the door James came through.
“Get out.”
Like the flip of a switch, James goes from playful to downright pouty, huffing petulantly and slumping in his chair.
“Regulus, it’s the weekend,” He complains.
“It’s Friday. Still a week day,” Regulus points out.
“Close enough,” James grumbles. He sits up straight abruptly again, leaning forward to press his elbow into the table, chin propped in his palm. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Your dick isn’t going to write my thesis, I’m afraid.”
James snorts, looking terribly smug as his hazel eyes drop to Regulus’ mouth then dart back up again. “Could write your thesis on it, though, couldn’t you? In more ways than one.”
“Out,” Regulus emphasizes, blushing bright red up to his ears. “I can’t deal with you for at least another hour. Leave me alone.”
“About to shed a tear here, baby,” James jokes, bringing a hand to his chest in further dramatics.
“Then cry about it. Somewhere else, ideally,” Regulus says.
Laughing, James seems to concede to his dismissal because he pushes up from his chair. He leans one hand on the table and tucks the other beneath Regulus’ chin to tilt his head back.
Despite kicking his boyfriend out, Regulus sighs contently, eyes falling shut when James dips down and presses a lingering kiss to his lips. No matter his insistence to avoid distraction, kissing James is one lovely indulgence Regulus will not deprive himself of. James’ thumb brushes over his chin before he touches their foreheads together.
“An hour?” James checks.
“At least,” Regulus confirms.
“Okay, fine.” James kisses him one, two, three more quick times before separating. “You’ve got this, love. Don’t stress yourself out too much.”
Regulus hums, nodding his head, watching James head for the door. “Thank you for the breakfast.”
“Of course.” James pauses with his hand on the handle, glancing him over one more time, warm smile and fond gaze unfading. “Love you.”
He tries, he really does, to contain the smile that tugs at his lips, making his own affection unbearably obvious when he ultimately fails. He typically does now. Regulus Black, made soft after all. He can’t even be mad about it anymore, not when being with James feels as good as it does.
Breathing in deep through his nose, Regulus mentally steels himself against the swoop in his stomach and a resolve that could crumble fast if James stays for too much longer.
“Love you,” He says in return. And because he has to, obviously, he tacks on an additional, playful, “Now leave.”
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who is Moonzy? I had no awareness of their existence until Ranboo moved to the US and suddenly Moonzy was in almost every irl stream? When/how did they meet? Are they living together? Where did Moonzy come from? I think I must have missed all the details bc I have no idea who they are lmao
moonzy is a creator ranboo used to interact with a lot with back during the very early beginning of their streaming career! (moonzy is genderfluid and uses they/them pronouns) they were a member of bearsmp back in the day if you remember that (a mc server aimsey and guqqie were on) ranboo and them didn’t have much public contact after 2020, up until just a few months ago where it seems they’ve reconnected :D ik during one of aimseys recent subathons they spent a lot of time chilling together in vc
also they aren’t living together no, moonzy has their own place, but they’ve been traveling together a lot and im sure moonzy has been helping ranboo move too. im sure it’s been a big help having them bc moving countries away from ur close friends is not easy at all, so having them has probably lessened that whole stress yk
but yeah :D moonzy is primarily on instagram here, streams at moonzycat on twitch and has a youtube channel here. they also post on twitter occasionally here! go follow them they’re absolutely lovely and im so glad to get to see them and ranboo hang out and see more of their friendship ^_^
i’ll leave you with a cursed old interaction from the two of them years ago.
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i’ve been thinking a lot about if johnny would ever let v call him robert
thinking about if johnny has his body back, but has been struggling to fit into the 2077 night city. but at the end of the day, he knows v is there for him, always there
v is his home, he’s safe with them, he feels so comfortable with them
and of course johnny calls them by their name when it’s just them two alone, it just feels right
so one night, johnny is laying down on the couch, his head on v’s lap as they’re playing with his hair and he says “do you mind calling me robert? you know… when it’s just the two of us?” and v just nods, happy, knowing how much johnny saying their name means to them, but also that johnny felt comfortable to even ask that
johnny sheds his full rockerboy persona in front of v and bares his soul to them. they aren’t johnny, famous musician & v, top level merc — they’re robert and valerie/vincent when they’re together, two people so deep in love, knowing everything about each other
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