tumblr is such a trash website but there’s not rlly anywhere else good that has the anonymity, every other fuck ass app is like “sync your phone contacts?? add facebook friends??? suggest your account to every person who has ever been within a five mile radius of you????” NO, BITCH, I ONLY WANT TO TALK TO WEIRDO FREAK STRANGERS, PISS OFF
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@jegulus-microfic // september 24 // prompt: capture // words: 580 // part 1 + part 3 + part 4
Regulus would like to tell you he is here against his will but, unfortunately, that would be a lie.
When James texted him that the frat was doing charity events all week, the car wash flashed through his mind. He is not proud, but his first thought was maybe I can borrow Barty’s car to go to the car wash again. His second thought was what the fuck.
But then James mentioned an activities fair and a kissing booth and all of a sudden, Regulus is standing in line to be kissed. By James Potter.
The line is ridiculously long, which really shouldn’t be a surprise. He caught a glimpse of James earlier. He is once again wearing that dumb fucking snap back and that dumb fucking chain around his neck, but at least there is a shirt this time. Silver linings.
The line inches forward and finally, Regulus makes it to the front. James throws his head back and cackles when he sees Regulus.
“Oh, sweetheart, if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just asked. Although I do think you should take me to dinner first,” James tells him. Regulus wants to throttle him. And kiss him. It’s a confusing combination.
“Shut up,” Regulus says. He glances at the menu hanging behind James. It’s two dollars for a kiss on the cheek and five dollars for a kiss on the lips. He hands James a five-dollar bill. “It’s for charity.”
“Well, in that case, c’mere.”
James leans forward, one hand sliding into Regulus’ hair. Regulus can feel James’ breath ghost over the side of his face right as his eyes flutter closed. James captures his lips in a kiss. It’s chaste, a bit more than a peck, but only barely. It’s nothing toe-curling, but still, Regulus’ toes curl.
It lasts less than a minute, probably, but it feels longer. Or maybe it really is longer, because a pointed cough behind him makes him pull away from the kiss. A girl is tapping her foot impatiently and Regulus barely contains a sneer.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” James says with a pleased smile on his face. He tips an imaginary hat at Regulus as he turns away. Which, by the way, looks idiotic considering the fact that James is actually wearing a hat, just backward.
Regulus walks back the way he came, silently counting the number of people currently in line. Eleven. That’s… hmm…
Regulus doesn’t know what comes over him. Jealousy, lust, possessiveness, something else entirely, maybe. But he suddenly finds himself at the back of the line. Again.
Time moves at a snail’s pace, and so does the queue for James’ dumb fucking kissing booth. More people have joined behind him, waiting for their turn, and Regulus feels his eye twitch in annoyance. He does a breathing exercise. Hums a Ke$ha song. Counts the blades of grass but gives up when he loses track for the fifth time. And then finally, it’s his turn again.
James looks startled to see him, but he hides it easily behind a smirk. “Back for more, Reggie?” he asks.
“Shut up," Regulus says, slamming a fifty-dollar bill down on the counter. "Whatever this can get me, I’ll take. It’s for charity, okay?"
James simply laughs, puts the bill in the money jar, and flips the sign from open to closed. Everyone in line behind him groans, but Regulus doesn’t hear it, because James is reeling him in again for a kiss.
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