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regulus-books · 2 months

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410 words - busy - @jegulus-microfic

warnings: arguing, bipolar james (although it's not directly mentioned, i wanted to add this tag because that's kinda what I was aiming for, and if you want a little more info on this specific episode of his I will definitely make a second post about it because I also have gone through similar things (lol another author using their mental illness in a fic/oneshot), and I hope you enjoy<3)

James has been busy a lot lately. A lot.

James has always been a hard worker, Regulus knows that. It just feels... purposeful this time. Maybe he's overreacting, but James gets up, works, eats (in silence), and goes back to sleep. He hangs out with Sirius on the weekends. Cycle repeats itself.

Regulus is standing outside the door of James' office.

"Jamie?" Regulus' heart squeezes painfully with worry about what James' answer will be. Silence emits in the hall. Regulus knocks again. "Amour?"

The door swings open fast, knocking Regulus back a bit. "What?" James' tone is harsh, and bitter. Regulus' face contorts and his eyes water.

"Well, um," Everything he says seems more stupid. He picks the skin around his nails. He looks at the ground. "I was just..." He doesn't know what to say next.

"Well, spit it out." James bites back, and Regulus is almost dumbfounded.

"What do you want for dinner?" Regulus selects a question from his list:

•Are you okay?

•When will you come out of that room?

•Can we just talk?

•What do you want for dinner?

•What did I do wrong?

"I don't fucking know, Regulus, figure it out yourself." James spits his name like it's a slur.

He doesn't even know what he feels. Pain, anger?

"I can't take this shit," Regulus says, shaking his head as tears fall down his face and his bags get packed. He looks at James' face.

James. The man he loves is staring at him in the doorway of their bedroom while he is packing a bag. It almost feels like a fever dream. James is leaning against the frame of their door, one hand in the pocket of his work trousers, he looks almost nonchalant.

"Are you seriously just going to fucking watch me walk out?"

"If that's what you want." James leans his head on the frame now, just watching.

"You won't even fight?"

"No."

"You won't fight for me, James? For us?" James looks down at the ground, where the bag is, almost all the way packed before looking back into Regulus' teary eyes.

"No."

Regulus heart is being eaten by wild animals. He can feel them ripping away piece by piece, each one going slower, applying more pressure, biting further in.

"Did I do something?" This time, James doesn't answer at all. Instead, he looks away from Regulus, away from the suitcase, away from his bedroom and walks back into his office.

#cw argument #regulus books #marauders #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #james x regulus #regulus and james #mention of sirius black #lomls #james and regulus #regulus arcturus black #regulus needs a hug #bipolar james potter

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pandoramusicbox · 2 years

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Prt 3, most of these are less complete

#pandoramusicbox #half dragon #art wip #shitpost #cw violence #cw abandonment #cw argument

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agrebel18 · 5 months

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"we need more wlw pairings where the characters dislike each other at first" you guys couldn't even handle lumity

#for the record i know everyone loves them but i remember all those arguments calling them 'abusive'#in a few years they're gonna get the c//tradora treatment tbh #<- filtering just in case #lumity #luz x amity #amity x luz #toh #toh spoilers #the owl house #cw shipping #romance mention #I NEED MORE WLW

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share-the-damn-bed · 1 year

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JONATHAN & MIKE || then and now

#jonathan byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #if this just doesn't make you cry #like look at them. THEY WERE BABIES #but uhg. that trust has always been there #my last jonathan and mike set for a while #unless anyone has specific requests (send an ask)#i'm finally free of whatever brain rot they had over me #my argument stands: 1 jonathan cares about mike. 2 they respect one another and work well together/have similar habits.#and 3 they have always had respect for one another and i think trust one another #especially mike #cw: flashing lights

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rttenboy · 2 months

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im baffled about how so many people are suddenly shitting on transmascs for having the audacity to label our discrimination and making fun of terms like transandophobia and mocking us for talking about transmasc-specific issues and discrimination (which is a documented thing! and we have different factors intersect with our oppression than tma folks have intersecting with transmisogyny! and NOONE is saying that transandrophobia existing makes it worse than transmisogyny either!)

like what do you want us to do? are we just supposed to shut up and take it because us being afab means our problems are "lesser"? are we supposed to say that every other trans person has it worse so we can't talk about it anymore? what is the proposed solution here? mocking transmascs and harassing them and sending horrific anons to them isn't exactly a solid answer.

i genuinely truly don't understand why people are so upset about this and why it's such a big deal for us to label our experiences and talk about it when everyone was falling all over themselves to adopt new phrases when the terms transmisogyny and tma/tme started gaining traction. it's gross and weird. we're all siblings in the same fight here, infighting is pointless and a waste of energy. why are we trying to to beat each other down when this energy would be, y'know, actually progressive punching up and fighting the oppressive structures CAUSING these issues instead?

#this isn't the oppression olympics!!!!! y'all are acting likw fucking children #this is the kind of discourse i wouldve expected on here 10 years ago #and i genuinely do not understand why so many people are SO passionate about this and refuse to explain why?#like genuinely. autistically. if it's legitimately actively actually harmful i wanna know #but noone has any compelling arguments besides ''silly girl doesn't understand opwession uwu''#i've seen people call transmascs princess and talk about SAing them over this bullshit #do none of you see what you're doing? do none of you care how you sound?#i need to purge my following list tbqh #this is ridiculous #rant #transandrophobia #transandrophobia cw #discourse #ask to tag #be fucking normal about this post please im actually confused and not trying to start a fight

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flythesail · 8 months

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Alright my nace people! I think we all just need to

#some of those arguments.. good angst #plus nancy being the first one ace calls when something horrible happens and nancy showing right up- i-#i think they spent too much time with the ghost though #main thing is it worries me that it feels like we need to take a big leap to get nace back together #however... something something life is precious... something something nancy's role in things will make a decision more immediate #idk i do worry because we only have one chance to get it all right #but they did pack a lot into 3x13 for example #and just generally speaking i want to be hopeful now #i have the rest of time to be disappointed.. and i want to enjoy this last week as much as i can #nace #nancy drew cw #nancy drew #nancy drew spoilers #flythepost

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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"NO Don't headcanon characters who were intended as male as actually being trans woman eggs based off irl transfem experiences and treat them as canonically female because of it,that's lazy and offensive and not actually caring about women!!!"And then y'all don't care about characters who were intended as girls in canon unless it's to prop up male characters or use them as token 'mean lesbians' and bash canon tgirls

@thisismisogynoir

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emilylorange · 6 months

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time to be weird for a month or so

Duckvember

Day 1 - dead Day 2 - yucky Day 3 - crafty

cw blood, fire, physical argument

#duckvember #duckvember 2023 #mdtas #wildwing flashblade #drake ducaine #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #dabble flashblade #emily l'orange #OCs #breakaway #mighty ducks animated #disney afternoon #cw b #cw blood #cw fire #cw physical argument

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twyrineslut · 2 months

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clara / changeling magical girl transformation sequence with all the flashy lights and effects but at the end she looks exactly the same and just tells you to kill yourself

#she transforms mid argument and bachelor is like wtf was that and she just kicks him in the shins #clara pathologic #cw kys joke #cw sui mention #i think?#just to be safe

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theshoesofatiredman · 7 months

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I'm revisiting a part of The High School Survival Guide: Making the Most of the Best Time of Your Life (so far) by Adam Palmer. It's a Christian book despite the fact that the title makes it seem totally areligious, and I read parts of it when I was in high school. It was the first time I ever read about being gay in a book. I found a free version online and while I didn't think the Bible could shock me anymore my mouth dropped open at this:

Apparently the MSG version of this passage really says the quiet part out loud. Gay people aren't even human / lose the knowledge of how to be human. Not sure how that works. There's such a dissonance between the tone of this verse and the tone of the text in the book too.

GEE I WONDER WHY??? How strange that Christians, who believe their sacred text claims that homosexual acts strip people of God, love, and their humanity, view homosexuality as 'icky' and 'gross.' In fact, I would think they'd think much worse in that scenario and treat gay people far worse. In fact, it kinda seems like you're downplaying the absolutely brutal treatment and systemic discrimination of gay people that was carried out in the name of Jesus.

And all of this is being aimed at (presumably Christian) teenagers who think they might be gay. There's no real advice here other than to surrender to god and to seek accountability.

I was keenly aware as a gay Christian that I was at the center of a culture war I did not want to be a part of. People out beyond my religious community were fighting for an acceptance and celebration of homosexuality that I thought was harmful and sinful. People inside my religious community had all kinds of incorrect ideas about gay people and I didn't think there was much space for me to be "out of the closet" even if I stayed single, celibate, and god-fearing. And I had no idea what to do about any of it.

I didn't come out to anyone until after high school. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed, and the weight was still heavy. God did not make it easier, did not lift the burden of homosexuality from me. I had plenty of accountability in my life, constantly watched by helicopter parents with Internet filters, confessing sin regularly in men's groups (both before and after I started to tell people I 'struggled with same-sex attraction). 'Accountability' only served to intensify my shame.

The only time things got easier was when I started to take God out of the equation, when I started to see my sexuality as a part of myself to embrace rather than excise. Christians will drone on and on about how Christ sets people free from their sins. In my experience, to be free of my sin I had to first be free of Christ.

#I thought this book was when I encountered the “actually gay people just have a bad relationship with their same sex parents” argument but #turns out that's not the case #which is not helpful for the other thing I was writing but now im making this post #this book is so crazy too like it really neatly packages the evangelical worldview and aims it at high schoolers #Rereading it is eerie cause it's presenting stuff that's nearly exactly what I believed as a Christian #but it's not like my entire worldview came from this book #I don't remember even reading this book all the way through and I doubt I did #it's just very good at bottling up the theological waters in which I as swimming and serving it to in its simplest form #exvangelical #tw: homophobia #cw: homophobia #homophobia #ex christian #ex fundamentalist #ex fundie #ex religious #apostate #gay exvangelical #religious trauma #shoesofatiredman

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ghcstcd · 5 months

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WAIT NO TELL US HOW THEY HID THE BODY

Well, you see, a Sibling of Sin listened too closely through the door. How could Omega not notice? It was really their fault, you see. Human's shouldn't wander deep into the catacombs. Certainly not when two ghoulish lovers might be in a quarrel. A disagreement on their situation. Omega has become too soft-

Or perhaps not. Omega acted without thinking. No, he did think. Clearly he made a choice. He looked between the body before him, and Alpha.

Omega goes to Dewdrop first. Perhaps not the most quiet of ghouls, but certainly not one to rat out her fellow demons. He asked Dewdrop to bring the body to the bottom of the lake, weigh it down, so that the water may take its flesh. It would take just a few days for the fish strip the bones clean.

Then, the bones at the bottom of the lake are gathered, and brought to Mountain. He already knows Omega's request. Fresh, finely ground bones make for a fine fertilizer.

#death cw #No I'm not telling you what the argument was 100% about :)#you can't know EVERYTHING that goes on in this big brain of mine /j #messages from beyond the ask box #anonymous #ghost and ghouls headcanons #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #nameless ghouls

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dreamdaddydutch · 1 year

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Javier x reader crying during an argument??

Thanks for your request - as always it's appreciated. This ended up being longer than I'd planned.

As a side note - I reference that the reader was sick with a virus a few months previous, this isn't based on any particular virus/illness, so if you think symptoms don't really add up with anything - that's why. It's just for the stories sake.

Pairing: Javier x gn!reader Word Count: 1,782 Warnings: Intensity of argument and accusations. Some swearing. Descriptions of illness.

As you stormed through the camp, you knew all eyes would be on you and that most of the others would have heard the harsh words spoken between you and Javier. But you cared little for gossip, you cared little about what they thought, they didn’t know Javier like you did and they didn’t know you.

Fuck them, you thought, I don’t care.

But lies don’t last long, not even the ones you tell yourself. They either get buried and fester until they become something ugly, something you eventually believe but never for the best. Or within moments the truth seeps through and you’re unable to deny the truth any longer. Today was one of those days.

Javier had gone to rob a stagecoach with Sean and John, he’d asked you to stay behind. Pretty much commanded it. But you were bored of being left behind and longed for adventure, longed to do your bit. Hunting was more your thing, hunting and gathering berries, herbs, whatever you could forage. Occasionally you’d see some action when it came to robberies and the little missions Dutch sent the others on but hearing the excitement in the voices of those who’d come back frequently from such excursions, made you want to do it all the more.

Additionally, you missed Javier. The two of you would go fishing together and sometimes he’d come hunting with you, but you wanted to be gun slinging by his side as it felt like it was somewhat romantic to you. It’s not that Javier didn’t think you’d be good at it or that you’d be a liability, he knew you could handle yourself, it’s just you were better with a bow, better at hunting and tracking. Better with formulating plans and the theory behind the actions.

Besides, recently you hadn’t been well. You’d caught a nasty virus in Clemens Point that left you bed bound for several weeks and even now you were still feeling the effects. You suspected this was the real reason Javier had been so adamant about you not joining them on any jobs for the foreseeable future. But Javier didn’t own you and so on this day for this particular robbery you’d decided to surprise the other three and turn up to help.

Only it hadn’t gone to plan. If anything, it had hindered the others, who had returned empty handed. It

On the way back to camp Javier had remained silent, furiously riding Boaz behind you so that he didn’t let you out of his site, while the others rode in front. You felt like you were being punished, that the other 3 had no trust in you so were escorting you back. Any time you tried to speak to Javier he said nothing, his face angry and hurt, the only words he said the entire time was, “Not now.”

That was what hurt, the fact he wouldn’t even acknowledge your presence. Did he really think that little of you now?

Back at the camp it was little better, you hitched your horses and then John and Sean departed quickly, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire between the two of you.

You could handle the silence no longer, it hung in the air cloying, suffocating, unrelenting, “I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry I don’t know what…” Javier held his hand up to silence you, “Don’t.”

“What do you want me to say?” You begged

“Nothing!” Javier shouted back, “Nothing, there is nothing to be said okay. It is done, it’s done,” he said, his voice calming a little.

“I just wanted to be…helpful.”

Javier shook his head in disbelief, “Well, look how that turned out huh? We came back empty handed, you nearly died… Sean could have been shot. You just don’t think do you?”

“Don’t think?” You snapped, “All I do is think, you’re away so often it’s not like I can talk to you about anything. I think about you, where you are and who you’re with, especially when you don’t come back at night. Is that why you don’t like me coming with you?”

The genuine look of shook on Javier’s face at your implied accusation made you regret your words immediately. Javier was the most faithful and loyal of the lot.

You hung your head in shame, “I’m sorry Javier, that was cruel. I know you’re not…I know you’d never.”

The damage was done, “I need some time on my own.”

You looked up with tears in your eyes, but Javier had already turned away and begun walking.

All the things you wanted to say, to tell him to fuck off, to tell him to grow up, to tell him how sorry you were and how much you loved them. You opened your mouth but nothing came out, the regret just swimming in your stomach causing nausea, bile climbing your throat.

So you’d stormed through the Shady Belle camp and into the house, straight to the room you and Javier shared, slamming the door behind you.

“Trouble in paradise?” You heard Micah shout as he started laughing, “Told me you should be with me and not that…”

“Shut the fuck up or I swear to god I will ram my fist down your fucking throat you!” You paused as you saw Abigail stare at you, Jack by his side. Oh…

You turned away from the window, slamming that closed too and pulled the curtains close.

For a few minutes you stood alone, agitated and unsure of what you were supposed to do now, what he expected of you. You pulled your arms round yourself into a tight hug and tried to fight back the tears, they came anyway whether you wanted them or not. Maybe Javier was right, you should have listened and not put the others in danger, yourself in danger. It was only now you realised how close you’d come to death.

The door flung open and Javier stormed in, his presence looming over you, a shadow cast across the wall.

“Don’t Javier, if you’re here to berate me, make me feel stupid, I already feel like shit.”

“Ay, ay ay,” Javier shook his head, “Don’t you get it? I’m not mad at you over the money, I couldn’t care less. They’ll be other stagecoaches. I’m mad because you nearly got yourself killed.”

You bit your lower lip, “It wasn’t that bad…” you whispered.

Javier put his head in his hands, “Wasn’t that bad huh? If…” he stopped, clearly pained as he thought about what had happened, “You know how close you were to getting a bullet through the head?”

You shook your head, actually…you weren’t sure. “If…if…that horse hadn’t of bucked when it did you would be dead do you hear me? You would be dead.”

Dead, the word pierced through the air.

“And I,” he patted his chest, “Would be all alone and forever I would carry that guilt, what could I have done to protect you.”

“I’m not your property or some creature you can just keep Javier, it’s my life.”

He gave a mirthless laugh, clearly exhausted from the day and tired of trying to make you understand, but right now this seemed impossible.

“Mi amor, that virus that struck you down, don’t you remember?”

“Of course, I remember, how could I forget, throwing up onto the floor and having to watch the girls clean it up. Pissing myself, coughing up blood, snotty nose. What an attractive beast I must have been.” Javier let out a small chuckle, “You were still beautiful.”

He took a step closer to you, “But that isn’t what I meant. What I meant was what the doctor said afterwards, when you’d mostly recovered?”

He looked at you as he reached for your shoulder, you shook your head. You didn’t remember what he said.

“That for some time, possibly six months the illness would still have an impact. You may feel dizzy very quickly, struggle to remember things, to focus…struggle with things like taking aim, your reflexes.”

Your heart sunk as the penny dropped, shit, the doctor had said that hadn’t he? Javier wasn’t trying to keep you back at camp because he thought you were incapable or better doing camp jobs, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you or think you’d fuck things up. He was doing it because he knew it wasn’t safe for you to be participating in anything like that right now, he knew the very real danger and how easy it would be for you to get lost, confused or fail to react quickly when reacting quickly would be the only thing to stand between life and death.

You struggled to meet his gaze for a few moments, as his words sunk in, feeling foolish and ashamed you finally faced him. A sob erupted from your lips, “Oh Javier, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I didn’t remember. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should have listened to you.”

Stepping forwards you sobbed into his chest making it damp with your tears as Javier held you, the palm of his hand pressed against the small of your back.

“It’s okay, shhhh mi amor. It’s done now, it’s done and you’re still here as is Sean,” Javier attempted to reassure you, though you barely heard his words through the sound of your tears and heart pounding in your chest.

He tilted your chin up gently, his thumb gently brushing over your lower lip, “I know you didn’t mean what you said. I know you didn’t mean for that to happen.”

His dark brown eyes studied you, saw how you reacted to his words, whether you trusted in him, whether you believed in him. You did, no matter how hard it was, you believed because you had to.

“I love you, there is no one else for me. You know I respect you,” Javier begun but you reached up and placed a finger to his lips, “I know, it’s me who should be apologising and not you.”

Javier shook his head, “No, we both said things we didn’t mean, I over-reacted,” he paused, “A little anyway,” his lip curled into a small smile, his hand reached for your face, fingers tracing back across your scalp.

“Just promise me you’ll listen going forward if I say no there’s a reason, okay? Please trust me.”

“I will and I do, I do trust you.” Javier placed a kiss to your lips and held you against him for a few seconds.

As he held you he made the best suggestion you’d heard in a while, “Let’s stay in here for a bit before we go out to the others huh?”

#Javier Escuella #javier escuella x reader #reader insert #requests #writing #gn! reader #arguments #swearing #cw: illness

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