#//From what I saw off the twit

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[hamletteprinceofdenmark]

Aside from the everything else about it, changing twitter’s name to X is just so … short sightedly juvenile?

Like, it’s got the energy of a nine year old calling their superhero villain X-Corp “cause it sounds cool.”

Because X as a letter is cool, it’s unique and rarely used in English because it has a very narrow purpose and sound that doesn’t get used often in everyday speech. It catches the ear … but that’s kind of all it does.

“Twitter” works as a company name, because it rolls off the tongue and, as a bonus, works etymologically. To “twit” or “be a twit” is to be silly, foolish, meaningless — the original purpose of twitter before it became one of the most essential and transformative social media platforms in terms of spreading news quickly and concisely in times of chaos and disaster (and I’m also not about to pretend that twitter has not, on the whole, remained silly, foolish, and meaningless). To “tweet” makes sense to the English brain wonderfully. It expresses exactly what it means. There is no doubt in my mind that it’s name and the way it could be adapted so easily into the language played markably into the platform’s remarkable success.

And how does “X” work in that context? How does “X” work, linguistically? Short answer, it doesn’t. It literally can’t, because of how X is used in the language. We literally use that letter to mark nothing, negative, a blank or rejected space. It represents void. And the way we say it and use it reflects that.

To say you “x’d” something means you ruled it out. You rejected it. Unmade it. It’s quite literally the opposite of creation and creativity. Of generation. On a platform that relies on creativity and constantly generating content.

Every roll out has emphasised how Elon insists on continuing to limit the use of the site, Twitter Blue, maximum posts sighted, I just saw he’s limiting the amount of times you can DM someone.

It’s become an anti-social site, being killed slowly from the inside like a mindless and completely ignorant rot.

[cuubism]

Okay but piggybacking off of your the moping Dream park is close to The New Inn post

What if Hob had finished his grading early and, while walking by, happened to see his stranger sitting on a bench, looking Very Sad? Would Hob approach? Or, would Dream notice him walking by?

Suddenly very excited about an idea I hadn't thought of before aaaaaaa

Richmond Green is the moping Dream park now, we're renaming it, it's done 😂 sorry to the people of Richmond

it's entirely feasible that Hob could just be on a walk and happen to stumble on him which is hilarious to me, it's so funny that you don't have to bend RL logic in the slightest bit for that to happen. it's a bit of a walk between the two but by no means a difficult one, I mean I literally did it the other day 😂 so Hob could 100% just be out for a walk on a nice day and be like hang the FUCK on is that actually my twit of a friend moping on a bench over there?

I honestly don't think Dream would notice him first. He was very much in his own head and in his feels. he was not paying enough attention to anything else to notice Hob. but Hob would 100% approach him, I think after all those years he'd have to seize his shot. Dream would be genuinely surprised to see him and definitely didn't consciously realize he picked his moping spot to be near the White Horse 😂 it worked out for him, though.

--

Hob's out for a walk on a rare, beautiful sunny day when he nearly trips over own his feet and falls flat on his face in the middle of Richmond Green.

Only nearly. Thankfully.

He catches himself, and turns, wondering if he's hallucinating what he thought he saw at the corner of the park.

No. He didn't. He most definitely did not imagine his stranger sitting on that bench. He's hunched and shadowed, where Hob usually thinks of him as stern and proud, and he looks sad, which-- alright, that's not so unusual. But the posture is, the idleness, the listless way he's tearing apart a baguette to feed crumbs to the birds at his feet.

Hob takes a moment to just... watch him. To take advantage of this rare moment when he's alone and doesn't know he's observed. And he looks... God. He really does look crumpled. Is he always like that, when he doesn't know someone's watching?

Possibly Hob should leave him be. But he's rarely done what he should. This might be his only shot.

There's got to be a reason he's here, of all places, right?

His stranger doesn't seem to notice him until Hob's right before him. "...My friend?"

Hob's heart flips as his stranger looks up. He doesn't flee, or call Hob out for saying 'friend'. His brow furrows in confusion. "...Hob Gadling?"

"The same," Hob says, though he doesn't go by that name now.

His stranger is still confused. "What brings you here?"

He really seems like he doesn't know. How is that possible?

Then again, he may remember where the White Horse once was, and have simply not expected Hob to be there, too. Which, if he were a more reasonable man, Hob wouldn't be.

"Just out for a walk," he says. "Nice day and all?"

Bit of a hike here from the New Inn, but Hob likes walking along the riverside, even when he has to pass the sagging form of the White Horse. And the sun's out, the weather's warm, people are out on the green with their dogs, kids are laughing-- who wouldn't want to be out on such a lovely day?

Well. His stranger, maybe. He certainly doesn't look like he thinks it's a nice day.

"Perhaps," says his stranger, and looks down again at the birds at his feet.

"Mind if I sit?" Hob asks, and when his stranger doesn't say no, sits beside him. He's situated himself deep in the corner of the park, under the shadows of the trees, able to see everything but out of the way for any passersby to see him. It would make Hob laugh if it didn't make him sad.

"I live nearby," Hob says, a continuation of his explanation from before. "Got a bit attached. It's not like me, really, stick around one place for long, but." But to leave the shadow of the White Horse felt like he was also leaving the specter of his stranger.

"You are always in London at the time of our meetings," his friend says.

"Wonder why?" Hob says to the air, and then his stranger does look at him.

"Couldn't risk missing it, could I?" Hob continues, rubbing at his ear. "I haven't spent six centuries in one place, you know. But travel wasn't always as easy as it is now. Had to make sure there was a buffer zone."

"It meant so much to you?" his stranger says, and Hob raises an eyebrow.

"Did my once-a-century meetings with the man who gave me eternal life mean so much to me?"

That doesn't really capture the half of it. His stranger looks away again as if conceding the point.

"Anyway," Hob continues, "after you--" he doesn't finish the thought. "I wanted to stay by the old White Horse. Figured that was why you showed up here."

"I had no specific intention when arriving here," says his stranger, which doesn't explain why, when he could presumably appear anywhere in the fucking world using his magic, he's somehow just sitting on a bench barely a kilometer's walk from their old meeting place. Hob really doesn't know what to do with this creature. He feels increasingly certain he was right about his need for friendship, however. And his unwillingness to acknowledge it.

"Well, since you are here," Hob says, "fancy a much-belated drink?"

"Very well," intones his stranger, and follows Hob as he gets up, looking like the entire weight of the world is upon him with each step.

Hob starts to wonder if there wasn't more at play in their missed meeting than his stranger's sullenness. He certainly hasn't seemed to take offense at Hob's familiarity so far. Hasn't run off, hasn't been too proud to stay. And he's here. However unwittingly. Like a stray animal curled on a familiar doorstep where it was once fed.

Hob doesn't take him immediately to the New Inn--besides the distance, he hasn't actually broached the whole our old inn closed down, I made us another one conversation yet--they simply find seats at the pub by the green. Neutral ground, Hob thinks, even as he silently mourns the lack of history.

His stranger gazes out over the sunlit park, lost in thought, as Hob brings their drinks back from the bar. "Here you are," Hob says, sliding the pint across the table to him. "Can get something to eat too, if you like."

His stranger wraps delicate fingers around the glass. "Thank you. But I am not hungry."

Never is, as far as Hob's seen.

"Offer stands," Hob says, and takes a sip of his own drink. He wants to ask. Wants to know why his friend's shown up now, when he skipped their last meeting, disappeared for decades. But he doesn't want to scare him away.

He does ask-- "What brought you here, then?"

His stranger looks at him, gaze piercing. "You do not wish to know why I did not make our last appointment?"

Hob winces. But well, if he's going to broach the topic. "Why didn't you, then?"

But his stranger looks away. "It's a story for another time. But know that it was not intentional. And I came to... regret. Leaving a friend waiting."

A friend. Hob lights up so much he almost misses the other part of the statement--not intentional. It gives him pause. It makes him... uneasy. A instinct that something isn't right.

But asking directly has never gotten him anywhere with his s-- with his friend.

"No matter," he says, with an encouraging smile. "I'm glad you're here now. And as for regret, I regretted how I phrased things last we met. So, I'm sorry."

His stranger looks back up at him, then, with a tiny smile. It feels like being blessed.

"Hob Gadling," he says, "You've lived your life for these centuries... without any grand sense of purpose." It could almost be an insult except he looks very sincere. "How?"

"Well, you basically told me to, didn't you?" Hob points out, and his stranger blinks once, surprised. "I asked why I was immortal, if there was some purpose for it, what I was meant to do... and you said 'just live your life'. What else is there to do, anyway?"

He wonders what it's like to live his stranger's life. It must be quite, well, strange indeed.

"I've got projects and things," he continues. "Occupy myself in different ways. But to be honest... no grand plan has become apparent. Living is the grand plan."

"And you still enjoy it," his friend says.

Hob clinks their glasses together. "Of course."

"Of course," his stranger echoes.

"Look at this day," Hob says, gesturing to the sunny park, the buzzing energy around them. "What's not to enjoy?"

That tiny smile returns to his stranger's face. "Perhaps you are right."

"Are you sure you don't want something to eat?" Hob adds. Now that he's sitting close to him, he thinks his stranger looks kind of... gaunt. Even more than the usual ascetic look he usually sports. "It's one of the things that makes life worth living, you know."

"Perhaps if you have a recommendation," his stranger concedes, and Hob grins.

He has less than zero idea what his stranger might like, so Hob picks up a few staples: chips, halloumi fries, even a salad because God only knows what a creature like this is meant to eat. He'd tried a variety in 1589 and got nowhere, but he's always willing to try again.

His friend studies everything with a critical eye, then delicately picks up a halloumi fry and takes a small bite. His expression doesn't change, but he keeps eating it so Hob takes it as a win.

"Will you tell me of your life this century?" his friend says, when he's finished the fry and picked up another.

"As usual?"

His stranger nods. He's eating the fries faster now, as if suddenly realizing how hungry he is.

"Don't choke yourself," Hob warns, laying a hand on his wrist to still him before he can think better of it.

His stranger goes still, looking down at where their bodies are touching. Hob almost goes to pull his hand away. He doesn't. His heart thumps once, hard, in anxiety-- worried his friend will disappear again.

He doesn't. Just studies Hob's hand for a moment, and then goes back to eating the fries. So Hob leaves his hand where it is.

"Well," he starts, ready to jump into the whole chaos of the last century-and-a-quarter, "I--"

"There you are," says a new voice, and a woman stops by their table, hands on her hips as she looks at his stranger. "I was coming to find you." Her gaze turns to Hob, unexpectedly fond considering he's never met her before. "But it seems like you already found yourself some company."

His stranger goes still, putting down a half-eaten fry.

"Don't think we've met?" Hob says, friendly but made wary by his stranger's posture.

"Not in a sense," she says, cheery, "but I do know you, Hob Gadling."

A chill runs up his spine, exactly the same as when his stranger had first approached his table in the White Horse all those years ago, and spoken Hob's name like he'd always known it.

"Consider carefully your business here, sister," warns his stranger, but the woman only snorts.

"Come off it, you know that's not why I'm here. I just wanted to check up on you. But it's sweet that you've come to care, isn't it?"

Hob hasn't the faintest idea what this is about. Sister is interesting, though. He hadn't ever really considered his stranger could have a family.

"I have not--" his stranger starts, but doesn't finish the sentence.

"Uh-huh," says the woman, and winks at Hob.

Hob still doesn't know what either of them is on about.

"Care to join us?" he asks instead, but she waves him off.

"I've work to do, I'm afraid." But she steals a fry from his stranger. "Mm! These are good!"

"...Yes," his stranger agrees, at length, looking somewhat put out about it. Now that Hob pays attention, they really do have a sibling vibe, and he'd wager his stranger is the little brother. The thought makes him grin.

"I'll come find you later," says the sister, patting his stranger on the shoulder. Then waves at Hob. "Bye, Hob!"

"Bye?" Hob says, a bit whiplashed. And then she's gone.

"Pay her no mind," says his friend with a sigh.

Hob's paying her a lot of mind, actually, but his main priority is not scaring off his friend. "I'm glad you've got someone looking out for you," he says.

"I suppose," says his stranger, looking back down at his fries.

He doesn't seem to want to talk about it, so Hob jumps into his usual spiel about everything that's gone on since they last met. When he's finished the halloumi fries, and started picking at some of the chopped vegetables in the salad as well, Hob takes him for a walk back down the Thames path, towards the New Inn. With every step he expects his stranger to disappear into shadow. But he's always there when Hob turns to check.

His stranger has always been kind of stoic, but this is taciturn even for him. Hob pauses by a bend in the river, just before the White Horse is set to come into view. "Did... something happen?" he finally asks. "Since last we met?"

His stranger considers, walking slowly beside him. "Have you ever experimented with magic, Hob?"

"Magic? Hell no. Got more than enough of a taste just being accused of it, thanks, don't need to repeat the experience."

His friend hums, seeming satisfied. "I would advise you don't, for lately it seems only to drive men to give in to their worst impulses."

"Power'll do that," Hob says. "What's this about, then?"

"It was an amateur sorcerer who kept me captive this past century," he says, and Hob stops walking.

He turns to his stranger, heart suddenly heavy in his throat. "Sorry. What?"

His stranger just looks at him evenly, as if to say, you heard what I said already. Suddenly the air seems colder, the bright afternoon sun some kind of glaring mockery instead of the lovely day it should be. His stranger's face is dappled by the shadows of overhanging trees, his hair tipped in gold, but his eyes are sad. His eyes are always so sad.

So then it wasn't spite or sulking that kept him away? It was something far more horrible? So then, he might have returned and conceded their friendship, if not for--?

Hob feels sick thinking about it. His proud stranger, imprisoned. So affected that while he may not speak much of it, it had left him sitting alone, listless, sad, in a place where he had once been offered friendship.

Hob leans in and, when his stranger doesn't lean away, pulls him into a hug.

His friend doesn't return it, exactly, but neither does he pull away, and after a moment, the tension in him seems to bleed away. He feels, well--he feels exactly like a normal person to hug. Hob doesn't know what he expected.

"An amateur sorcerer, eh?" he breathes, his friend's hair brushing his cheek.

"So he fancied himself." His voice rumbles through Hob's chest. "Though the magics he played with were very real."

"Must've been." Hob finally releases him, though reluctantly. "Does there happen to be a market for amateur sorcerer's heads nowadays?"

Now his stranger's lips curl into a smirk. "There might be, were he not already dead, and suffering eternally in Hell."

"Right. Well, that's something." No vengeance for Hob, then. Not that it was necessarily his to take.

Perhaps the force with which such violent urges rose in him should surprise him, but it doesn't. This is his old stranger, after all. Hob's stepped in to protect him before, though he didn't truly need it then.

Perhaps he needs it now.

"White Horse closed down, you know," Hob tells him, and his stranger's expression shifts in surprise. "But I've got a new place for us. Come along and I'll show you."

He offers his friend his arm, and is still surprised when he takes it. His grip is light, but steady. Hob gives him a small smile, and continues their walk along the path.

"I've banned any sorcerers from the new inn, you know," he says, and his stranger chuckles.

"Have you?"

"Well I certainly will if any show up."

His friend laughs again, a proper laugh this time. "Your defense is appreciated, my friend."

Hob can't help but beam at being called friend. He's a simple man, really. It's all he ever wanted.

"Be damned if a friend of mine ever comes to harm in my place," he declares, and his stranger just hums, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. "Now, we're about to pass the White Horse," Hob continues, "but I warn you, it's not a pretty sight--"

And like that they continue on, the river quietly meandering along beside them.

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To The Ground Floor

Heyo- Saw this next picture and just had to use it so here’s a businessman to dumb sub twunk TF! 

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I don’t know what my company was thinking when they scheduled our conference in Tenerife. It would be one thing if it was a retreat or team vacation, but it is nearly impossible to get any real work done with all these tourists stomping around and getting in my way. I was set to make it early to our morning meeting, as I always do, before this twat forced his way in before I could get to the close door button. He surely noticed since he glared at me before returning to focus on the only thing that seems to matter to him, his vanity.

In retrospect I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help but scoff as he started to take a picture of his reflection in the door. It was immature, but when dealing with this crowd of influencers or whatever these childish twits has put me off my usually stoic demeanor. He immediately responded with aggression, “You laughin’ mate? You lot all think you’re so much better than us eh?” He scowls once more at me and to his credit, I do think myself superior to him. Not afraid to say it either.

I open my mouth to shoot some clever insult at him but before I can the delinquent fully spits at me! Where does he get off! The elevator chimes as it stops at the sixth floor. I grab my handkerchief to wipe the spit off my dress shoes as I hear him run off, shouting “you’ll get yours ya git!” I look up to see the small of his back showing beneath his trailing coat and mesh top. I can’t help but stare as he runs, asshole he may be but, god, he is hot isn’t he?

I cough as I can’t believe I thought that! He’s absolute filth! Parading himself around dressed like that on a work day, my word! I don’t notice that there is no longer a handkerchief in my hand as I reach to wipe the spit off my shoes with my now empty hand. As I finally wrest my eyes from his pert body I notice that the villain pushed every button in the elevator. So help me god if I’m late to my meeting I will find him and- well, there’s not much I can do. I’m not exactly the peak specimen, unlike, uh him I suppose.

The doors click closed and begin to take me to the fifth floor. I consider hopping off to take the stairs but I’m sure he’ll be there waiting for me. I go to check my rolex when I notice I’m not wearing it? I would never go to a meeting without it though? My mind grows foggy as I thoughtlessly wipe the spit still on my hand on my suit. God it’s a little warm in this elevator isn’t it. I sniff the air and find that it still smells of that jerk. His cologne must’ve been something intense.

I continue to whiff the air before realizing that it is clearly not perfume but his natural body odor, blushing as I grow slightly jealous at his scent. I find my mind drifting as I think what a man he must be to smell so, mm. The only word I can think is, virile? Ugh, I need to get to work, this is going to set me back. The doors clink open to the fifth floor as the heat only continues to grow. Why am I wearing such a thick suit jacket anyway? It is so fucking hot on this island. I absolutely hate it here. I’ll just take it off for the rest of the elevator ride. Yeah, that couldn’t hurt right? My eyes glaze over as I think of his coat trailing off his head as he ran down the hallway and I bite my lip.

God that hot fucker. My jacket falls to the floor and before I can catch it it’s as if it was never there. I grunt as I think once more of my upcoming meeting. Surely they won’t judge right? My mind shuffles as I don’t even try to understand what has happened to my jacket. The fogginess in my head swiftly finds a form though as I see his smug smirk in my mind. Fuck I- I need to fuck him, or be fucked or? I grunt once more, my voice noticeably more dull. I try to fan my shirt open as the heat grows worse and I find myself growing hornier by the second. The elevator is already on the way to the fourth floor without my notice. I give up fanning my shirt and instead just open the buttons when I am suddenly met with something I cannot reconcile. When the fuck did I get, such, fuckable pecs? I press a finger into my own chest and start to drool as I see the depth of my muscle. I see my brown nipples grow and try to wipe the pooling drool from my mouth as I think how much my body looks like that uh, that twit? No that uh, that hot fucker?  I feel like I’m losing my mind. Or, losing myself? Uh..

The doors open and close on floor four as I struggle to think of absolutely anything but that, uh, stud. My own chest jutting out forces me to think of his own hearty pecs. The powerful curves of his body stretching his fishnet top, ugh. I see the biceps now on my own arms and struggle to not flex them thinking of that staring at himself in the elevator’s reflective wall and posing. I stare at the abs pushing out of my torso and think of his cinched waist peeking out from those sagging pants. God why didn’t I just try to fuck him then oohh.. Or no, Why didn’t I give myself to him..I moan as I loosen my belt, trying to allow my growing erection some air, instead giving my cock and ass more space to expand.

God his fuckable ass was impossible to miss even through those jeans. I bite my lip once more trying to stop myself from moaning as the doors open to the third floor. No one is there to see or hear me as my pants drop to the floor and disappear as if they were never there. As if I would wear pleated pants ever I think blushing. My cock begins to grow to fill my boxers. Or no hee hee- Surely I’m not wearing boxers right haha, giggling as I look down and see the clear imprint of my erection in my tight spandex. Mikey would never let me wear something so unattractive as boxers~

I feel an itch in my crotch as I think of Mikey once more, not hesitating to wonder how I could possibly know his name. Nor why he brings me such intense, feelings. It’s just, I’m so lucky to have him! Ah- I might lose control if I keep thinking about him, I need to keep it together for my uh, meeting? I shove my hand into my crotch to deal with whatever that itch is when I find it’s not my still growing cock, but a jungle of pubes that have begun to grow down there. I feel my fingers drag through them, now covered in sweat as the pubes begin to push themselves above my waistline. 

I giggle to myself as I see the thick black hair inch its way to create a perfect treasure trail up my stomach. I’ve gotta keep it looking good for Mikey after all! I play with the lengthening hair in my crotch, giggling to myself, as the elevator makes its landing on the second floor. I raise my sweaty hand to smell it as some prude stares in disbelief in the elevator lobby. I smile coily at him as he narrows his eyes in shock. He almost looks a little familiar but I’d certainly not waste any of my time on him haha!

He decides not to get on for some reason, not that I care as I look at my sharpening reflection. I play with my chest feeling the ebb and flow of my strength as I start to smell my own scent fill the elevator. I notice my feet are now bare on the dirty elevator’s floor. Ah, I hope Mikey won’t be upset if my feet are gross, smiling to myself as I think of him chewing me out. I feel a similar forest begin to grow in my pits as the elevator stops unceremoniously on the first floor before making its way to the ground floor.

I rub my hands all over on my now almost completely unclothed body as I feel my spandex shrink and tighten into a yellow speedo. My hands glide smoothly around the muscular curves, only ever getting caught on my tangled pubes as I giggle to myself. Wasn’t there something I had to do when I got to the ground floor? I raise my arm to bask in my scent as the elevator finally delivers me to my destination, and who could be standing there but Mikey!

“Mikey!” I shout at him! He looks so happy to see me, before responding, “well you’re looking great aren’t ya love.” He pushes and prods me as if he’s inspecting me as I proudly stand there giving him the doe eyes he demands. He smirks as he pulls me out of the elevator and plants his lips on mine. I can barely help but come right there as I feel my cock stretch at my speedo. I moan but keep it together, feeling his pursed lips grow into a smirk before he pulls away and laughs. 

I tilt my head at him before he speaks once more, “you remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now right, pet?” My face grows warm with blush, surely betraying my cluelessness as I struggle to remember. I had a meeting or? No, Haha As if! I, I could never work a stupid office job~ I try to look as coy as possible, inviting him to jog my memory. His eyes grow dark, not from aggression, but a hunger welling within him as he answers, “I need ya to get those posh wankers and bring them to me eh, doll? Need to them to submit yeh?”

My smile grows wide as my mind fills with excitement for this task. I’m gonna be so good and Mikey will be so proud of me! None of those boring businessmen will be able to resist me hehe! I begin to make my way out to the beach looking for any salarymen looking especially susceptible to my charms. I strut around, my body on display to everyone, monkeysuit suckers and other horny tourists alike. As if any of them have something more important going on hee hee! Soon they’ll all realize there is nothing more important than pleasuring Mikey!

[izels-writing]

s. black — how you get the girl [2/2]

Pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: sirius finally has an idea on how to get the girl.

Warnings: rushed (i forgot abt this until a few days ago), smoking (weed), use of the word slut (in a funny way), slight teen angst (funny), marlene may seem mean a bit here but she’s not she’s my baby yall i love her

PART ONE, PART TWO

"hey marls!" sirius black exclaimed happily as he ran toward the blonde. her friend, though he didn't know her, gave him a look and bid a goodbye to marlene as she walked off. sirius narrowed his eyes at her as she left, before looking at marlene happily.

marlene gave him a deadpan look, crossing her arms. "where's my magic tattoo gun sirius?"

sirius grinned, "don't worry your pretty head, marls, i'll give it back to you soon," he said casually.

he had no idea where he had left it in his room.

"cool, what do you want?" marlene asked.

sirius' jaw dropped, as he dramatically placed a hand over his heart. "you know, first year marls had much better manners...and root touch up,"

"sirius, you have five seconds—!" marlene exclaimed.

sirius quickly covered her mouth, pulling her into a more private corner in the corridor. "okay, okay! so you know how i'm in love with y/n?"

"yeah, me and the rest of hogwarts, what's your point?" marlene asked.

"why won't she date me?" sirius asked bluntly.

marlene scoffed. "oh no, no, no, no! i am not getting in the middle!" she tried to walk past sirius, but in sirius black fashion, he quickly followed and persisted with his questions. begged even.

"marlene, please! you're my only hope!" sirius exclaimed, ignoring the glares he was getting from the angry blonde.

marlene finally whipped around, looking around for any peering eyes or listening ears and grabbed sirius' hand, promptly pulling the tall boy into an empty classroom. the door shut behind them as she looked at sirius.

"fine! you really want to know why she won't date you?" marlene asked.

"yes, please," sirius begged.

marlene saw the genuine pleading in his eyes and softened her look and toning down her angry, snappy tone. she sighed, "she's scared,"

"of dating?" sirius questioned.

"no, you twit! she's scared of you!" marlene yelled.

sirius furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "why in merlin's beard would she be scared of me?"

"because you're a slut, sirius! you sleep with people and don't bother to hold a relationship, much less a conversation with them," marlene replied sincerely. "y/n needs more than that, she wants more than that—and it's clear she's not going to get it from you,"

"okay, first of all, that's an offensive word," sirius began. "secondly, i would give her whatever she asked. a relationship, a courtship, whatever in merlin's name she wants!"

"you mean it?" marlene asked. she seemed genuine this time, genuinely concerned and curious. she crossed her arms and stared at sirius—her blue eyes boring into his grey ones.

sirius nodded, seemingly getting shy as he said, "god, marls, i'd marry her if she wanted me to,"

marlene's eyes softened. she rubbed sirius' arm and smiled softly, grabbing his forearm. quickly, she linked arms with the boy.

"she's working a shift at hogsmeade for the evening, so we're going to my dorm and i will give you a crash course on everything you need to do to woo y/n, sound good?" marlene grinned.

sirius' face lit up and he hugged marlene tightly, despite her rule. "thank you, marls!"

"yeah, yeah, you get five more seconds of this hug before you lose your arms," marlene scoffed.

"right, forgot the marlene rule," sirius quickly backed off.

——

you sighed quietly, entering your dorm as you removed your apron and set it over your desk chair. marlene and dorcas sat on marlene's bed together, marlene painting her nails as dorcas flipped through a magazine.

"how'd it go today?" dorcas asked you kindly.

"as well as it can go, i really hate being a waitress," you sighed—sliding your shoes off with a laugh.

dorcas laughed. "i know, maybe we should all marry a rich man so he can take care of us for the rest of our lives,"

"hey, nice thing to say in front of your girlfriend," marlene scoffed playfully, swatting dorcas' ankle. dorcas grinned.

"don't worry, baby, you'd be my forever mistress and the one i'd marry after he's died—and i'll share my wealth with you," dorcas chuckled, moving over to kiss marlene's cheek.

you laughed. "hey, a wife and sugar mommy? i'll marry you if marls doesn't,"

marlene rolled her eyes playfully and sat up, finishing her last nail. "anyway, y/n, we're all hanging out tonight in the common room—want to join?"

you debated it, but frankly, you were genuinely in the mood to hang out with friends. "sure, what time?"

"in about an hour," marlene replied, glancing at her watch. "so, shower, and do all of your usual stuff, and we can head down. it's casual—i'm going in pajamas and dorcas is in sweats... our lily will be there, mary too, just the usual,"

you glanced at the clock you had hug in your shared room and nodded. "sounds good, i'll go ahead and shower now then," you replied.

——

if you could go back and time and smack marlene, you would.

when marlene had told you that the three of you were to hang out with friends in the common room, you were under the impression it was people you could be around.

sirius black was not apart of those people.

you two hadn't spoken for four days now, since the incident in the common room. granted, to normal people that wasn't a long time. but sirius spoke to you every. single. day. even if you blew him off. a part of you was starting to fear he had moved on.

and the other sensible part of you was kicking you in the head for even fearing it in the first place. because dear god, your feelings for him were more than confusing.

"so, lily, how do you feel about that herbology test?" marlene grinned. lily glared at her.

"oh, shove off, marls," lily grumbled. you raised your eyebrows at lily and grinned, "that bad, huh?"

"it was dreadful!" james added dramatically. lily nodded in agreement. "i mean, i swear she didn't teach half of that stuff,"

"why didn't you just ask y/n for help? she's very smart, especially in herbology." sirius asked sincerely. you paused. a compliment that didn't have to do with you looks or getting your attention?

you smiled at him slightly as he caught your eye and he returned the gesture. james shrugged and looked at lily before replying, "honestly, i didn't even think of that,"

lily smiled. "would you be willing to help us with next test? if i get another p, i swear i will spiral,"

you laughed. "of course, lils, just say when and i'm there,"

"well, what should we do? we've no classes tomorrow and i'm in the mood for some fun," mary asked with a grin.

remus reached into his school bag, which conveniently laid across one of the loveseats that wasn't being occupied. wordlessly, he pulled out a tube and shook it onto his hand, from it emerging a thick blunt.

"hell yes!" james grinned, smiling at the fact that lily giggled in agreement. he pulled out his own lighter.

"does anyone object? i was thinking we could smoke this and play truth or dare or something," remus suggested.

everyone muttered in agreement, and quickly, the smoking began.

being high was fun, in fact, you enjoyed it thoroughly. it calmed your mind and it helped that everyone around you was as giggly as you were. the only thing you didn't enjoy was how heightened everything was. more specifically, being aware how cold you were which suddenly tripled. you were easily cold, everyone knew, but when you were high—it was like being in the arctic for you.

you shivered quietly beside sirius as lily got dared to sing her favorite song backwards, which was already going all sorts of wrong because you all couldn't stop giggling. you curled up, bringing your knees to your chest as you attempted to rub your calves for heat. from beside you, sirius glanced at you. then, he looked at your more clearly.

"you alright?" he whispered to you, careful not to bring much attention to you. marlene said you didn't like attention, and now that he really thought about it, that bit was more obvious than he had realized.

"cold," you muttered, placing your cheek on your knees.

"oh...here," he whispered. he reached over the couch, as you had all descended to the floor to get in a perfect circle, and grabbed the blanket that was on the couch—wrapping it around you promptly. you looked at him slightly surprised. no sly comment? no attempt to wrap his arm around you? what had gotten into him?

"what?" he asked curiously.

"nothing, thank you," you smiled, nudging his arm with your blanket covered arm.

——

ever since that day, sirius hadn't been his usual self. and it had gotten more obvious. he'd been calmer, he hadn't had a girl at his arm in days, and he managed to keep a completely platonic tone and vibe with you. you knew you should be happy about it, relieved even, but you weren't. the only thing you were happy and over the moon about was the fact that he hadn't had a girl at his arm lately—but everything else? he just wasn't himself.

so, you did the only thing you could think of. go to his best friend in the entire world. not being you were concerned or anything like that...just curious.

you spotted james, sitting by a window, likely waiting for his next class. you glanced around subtly, making sure no one was about to witness the most humiliating thing you were ever going to do.

you sprinted over to james, sitting beside him, making him look up in surprise. nonetheless, he smiled and greeted you, "hey, y/n,"

you smiled back nervously. "hey james,"

he surveyed you. "you alright? you look nervous!"

"i'm not nervous, just out of breath," you chuckled, smoothing out your skirt.

he rolled his eyes playfully and grinned. "alright, what's going on then?"

you debated whether you really wanted to do this. on one hand, if you did, you would finally know what's going on with your ( for lack of a better word, you swear! ) friend but also be heavily ridiculed by said friend and your mutual friends. on the other hand, I'd you didn't ask, you would never figure out what's wrong with sirius and then you'd have to live with the idea that maybe sirius finally has stopped chasing you because he was tired of your rejection. was standing on your principle so important to you that you might've just given up a chance with someone you actually liked?

fuck it.

"what's going on with him?" you blurted sternly.

james raised an eyebrow at you. "him who?"

"sirius!" you breathed out. "why is he being so...i dunno...not himself?"

james smirked at you and gave you a knowing look. "is that a tone of concern i detect, y/n?" he said smugly.

"potter..." you warned.

"fine, forgive me for having some fun," james mumbled. "if you really want to know, why not just ask him?"

"because..." you said promptly.

"because...?" he questioned, searching for your eyes, looking confused.

"because i can't. you know why i can't. do you know or not?" you sighed.

he smiled at you. "honestly? not much, he told me marlene had given him lessons on how to win you over. he wanted your attention,"

you chuckled. "you're serious?"

with a completely serious tone, james replied, "oh no, i'm not—he is,"

you rolled your eyes and shoved his arm, before standing up. "so you're saying talk to marlene?" you asked.

james nodded. "she definitely knows more than i do,"

you nodded, "thanks, potter,"

turning on your heel, you started to walk off—trying to remember where marlene was for the afternoon.

"y/n!" james called out, a few feet from you.

you spun around, looking at james curiously.

he grinned knowingly. "he didn't need those lessons, did he?" he teased.

you chuckled. "no, he didn’t, you twat,"

then, you were off.

——

though you hadn't found marlene, you had seen dorcas who informed you where the bubbly blonde was. she had planned to meet up with sirius by the black lake for another lesson about you. whether to he flattered or a bit put off by how much matlene knew you, you weren't sure.

as you made your way down the hill, you walked quietly toward them, unsure how to approach them. you didn't want them to think you were angry, because really you weren't. it was sweet of them to care this much about you.

"marlene? sirius?" you said. marlene and sirius quickly scrambled up from their seats on the ground and turned to you.

"hey, y/n," sirius smiled.

"hi," you replied with a small smile.

"marlene, what's going on?" you asked the bubbly blonde.

"i'm giving sirius advice on how to get your attention, of course!" she grinned. sirius looked at her shocked and turned a bright shade of pink as he looked at you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"but..." you trailed off.

"but what, y/n? spit it out! i mean come on, you hesitate so much!" marlene chuckled at you. you knew she was doing it on purpose, trying to make you angry. marlene knew you spoke your mind when you were frustrated. god damn it, she knew you well.

"i like him exactly how he is! why are you lying to him and advising him the wrong way?" you blurted, unable to stop yourself.

marlene smirked, looking knowingly between the two of you. "because it got your attention, didn't it?" she giggled. "i'm gonna go now,"

the blonde hardly gave either of you time to interject, because within a less than a minute, she was halfway on the way back to the castle. you closed your eyes and sighed quietly, trying to figure out the best way for the ground to swallow you whole.

"you fancy me?" sirius asked tentatively.

you supposed it was now or never.

"yeah," you muttered. "i do,"

"look, i fancy you. so much. but i also know you. i'm not just going to sit around and wait for you to get tired of me," you added sternly, stepping closer to him, as though it would really prove your tone. "i'm not just going to be another girl you throw away because you think it's fun, i'm worth much more than that and i—"

he pressed his lips to yours. they were soft and you felt like you could melt into the ground from the way he grabbed your face. you kissed him back softly.

"i know you're worth more than that. you are amazing and beautiful and smart, and i'd be lucky to be your boyfriend. which is what i want, if you'd let me," he mumbled to you.

you looked up at him. “promise not to make me regret this?”

“i swear my life to you,” sirius grinned.

you smiled. “i like the sound of that,”

bonus;

james tearily finished his speech before remus pushed him off the stage with a chuckle. james went to hug lily and their one year old harry, wiping his eyes subtly.

you and sirius laughed at him, appreciating the sweet sentiments he added about both of you in his best man speech. you looked at your now husband and leaned over, kissing him softly.

“now that everyone’s speeches are done,” remus smiled, “can we please cheer for mr. and mrs. black as they begin their first dance as newlyweds?”

you and sirius stood as the soft piano played, not caring a single hit that everyone had their attention on you two. you didn’t care as long as you were with him.

he wrapped his arms around your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck, smiling brightly at each other.

“do you know how amazing that is to hear? mrs. black,” he grinned to you. you chuckled.

“almost as great as getting to call you my husband,” you replied cheesily.

“i told you i wouldn’t make you regret it,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“i never doubted it for a second,” you mumbled back, closing the gap between you two softly.

[s0rinsleeps]

Twit cap: What if I went full TLOU ellie mode to protect my sister and u knew and didn’t tell the cops bcs u think I’m sooo sexy and sooo mysterious

ALOT OF DETAILS IF U WANT THEM UNDER THE CUT

Very very random spontaneous au moment!!

•Vander let’s vi/pow live in a secluded cabin in the woods to get them away from his shady lifestyle (he wants to quit but silco and Co. want him dead) anyway vi does her best to protect them both but unfortunately Powder gets kidnapped. (They want to use her as leverage against Vander) And well,, vi as said above, does what she has to do to get her sis back. Brutally. In her rage she fucks up and leaves incriminating evidence behind, so, desperate, she goes to the only other person she knows.

•Caitlyn learns abt this and decides to protect Vi and fuck up evidence to help vi hide. Vi feels guilty for letting Caitlyn get caught up in her mess but caitlyn tbh doesn’t gaf (we Stan a morally questionable woman) and she just wants silco and co captured./ they r wanted for. A numerous amount of things, drugs, murder, etc.

•(Also vi befriended Caitlyn a bit before this happened. I was thinking that the two met after Cait caught Powder practicing her marksmanship in the woods. Caitlyn is a detective for the local town and is curious abt the two. Although a bit moreso of the scary woman who looks like she’s never seen a bed in her life lol.)

-Was also thinking of giving Vander and vi a unstable/complicated relationship. ?

•Vi loves Vander like a father (classic he took them in at a very young age blah blah) but still hates the fact that her and powder have been dragged into all this, also he kind is bad dad (sorry) and doesn’t know how to give vi the emotional support she needs/she still becomes basically a mom for powder since he’s usually never home.

-Vander is trying his best, very much reflective of how he is in canon. The whole, ‘I’m trying to keep u alive but it’s not enough to keep ur innocence safe’ thing.

Also Vander is worried about the fact Silco now knows of his kiddos, and seems to have shown an interest in powder (while she was kidnapped she offed some guys which showed off her talent with a gun and silco was like wow cool I could use that)

-also silco was present but pow nor Vi saw him/ he was quickly hidden by sevika after VI started going ham on his goons.

•Powder(nickname jinx, she still has a lot of mental issues but she’s getting treated so she’s not ..that bad) takes a liking to caitlyn when she realizes that she wouldn’t rat them out to the cops and also the classic ‘they both can shoot!’ Thing, I’m sucker for caitlyn and pow bonding

(Also potential for powder trying to get vi and cait together because she wants Vi to have someone to rely on that isn’t Vander and also sees VI’s too nervous/self deprecating to make a move on her obvious crush) :p

Anyway that’s all I thought of rn!! Idek if I’ll draw more of this I just got carried away a little with the writing hahaha

[aeferfckr]

"my pussy's so lonely without you, please come home sooner~ 💕"

content warnings. nsfw. fem!bodied / afab!reader. nude pictures. sex toys (vibrator). vision usage. slight teasing. implied fingering. cunnulingus. petnames (doll, darling, dearest, baby, etc.)

masterlist.

laying on your back, anticipating your lover, you were naked, vulnerable, and soaking wet. you rub your thighs together for some sort of relief for your aching core, your clit twitching in anticipation for attention.

after you sent a picture to your girlfriend, you followed her orders obediently. reaching for your phone on the nightstand, you look back to the picture you sent to her.

your back curved into a pleasant arch, the mirror in the background displaying your pretty little pussy, and a cheeky smile on your face to match the sultry caption: "my pussy's so lonely without you, please come home sooner~ 💕"

you could feel your stomach flutter as you heard the front door opening. quickly throwing your phone back to the side and resuming the same position, raising your legs slightly to show off. your girlfriend enters the room with something very special for her darling.

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LISA

lisa comes in with a wand in her hand, seering with the power of electro. she had a mischievous look on her face, she was definitely plotting something.

“my darling, are you ready for what i'm about to do~"

she traces the toy over your body: from your nipples, to your waist, back up to the valley between your breasts, and back down to your heat. she collects your slick with the vibrator as you shiver from its cool touch.

"hmm?~ you're so wet. is it the electro-power vibrator i have right here, or was it your excitement after sending me that slutty picture~"

you while as she activates the toy, shivers shooting up yourt spine as the gentle vibrations and occassional electro buzzes stimalte your clit. one of lisa's hands control thg toy as she drags it up and down your sex, while the other holds your face in place as she places open mouthed kisses all over your face.

you could tell from the way she sucked on your neck that she wouldn't let you finish for now...

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NINGGUANG

ningguang comes in with a irked look. her halk like eyes scanning your entire body, all while playing with the rings that adorned her long, slender, fingers. you could tell what happened during the day purely because of her aura, she had a bad day. which means that she’s looking for a stress reliever

“oh dearest, you have no idea how much i need you right now”

ningguang sits beside you on the bed, her ring adorned fingers running over your face, to your chest, to your stomach. she plays with your body before she properly pleases you. she always loved to take her time, much to your dismay at the moment.

the tianquen lays at her side, her fingers roaming down your front as she sinks into the mattress. she kisses your forehead as her fingers reached at your hole, swipping the slick youve produced just to bring it toyour mouth. she didn’t have to give a command because as soon as you saw her glistening fingers, your mouth slack open.

“good girl, you’re doing so good for mommy”

her now wet fingers slip back down your body as they prod at your core, slowly slipping in between your folds.

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DEHYA

dehya comes in with her hands on her mouth, wiping away the drool she's accumulated from fantasing about you, thinking about your cunt. the position you were in just made it so much worse, your dribbling pussy on full display as you raised your knees to your chest.

"oh doll, look at you" she dotes, creeping up the bed below you, "looking so so pretty for me"

you open your legs in response to her words as she gently holds your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh.

"imma make you feel real good, mkay?"

she starts with a short kiss to your thighs, sucking and biting at the skin as soon to be maroon spots bloom. then she goes to your clit, the bundle of nerves continuously twitching as she blows on it.

you feel her mouth envelop your clit and shiver, her tongue swirling and sucking at it as you thrash in the bed.

"so sensitive," she lets go for a moment, quickly replacing her mouth with her fingers "i haven't even gotten to the good part yet.”

© aeferfckr

[scarletttries]

Roman Roy (Succession) x Reader Headcanons Part Two

Pairing: Roman Roy (Succession) x Reader

Word count: 2.3k (warnings: mention of Logany child abuse)

Author’s Note: Roman Roy, when did you make such a permanent camp in my little heart? Thank you for all the messages and comments asking for part two of these headcanons! Part one of these headcanons are here, they were initially written as age gap headcanons but I think these could be enjoyed with any (adult) reader's age in mind at this point :) Also please continue to fill my inbox with Kendall and Roman requests because I am thinking about little else! 😊

- When your friends ask exactly what's going on between you and Roman it's not easy to answer. Deep down you know that there isn't anyone he feel closer to, Roman opting to spend as much of his time hassling you as possible, but he doesn't exactly articulate what he's feeling, leaving you to piece together the clues in his behaviour to work out just what you mean to him.

- Like the first time you ever saw him scared; you were both stood leaning against the back wall of the bullpen while Logan set up a makeshift stage to rally the troops and reassure them that despite the recent headlines 'he wasn't fucking going anywhere.' Roman had been his usual sarcastic joking self as the speech kicked off, happy for a reason to have you huddled next to him, unable to draw his gaze from your face, awestruck by your beauty even in the office's hard fluorescent lighting, and then Logan raised his voice. His shouts of 'killing the competition' and 'annihilating anyone in their way' immediately turned Roman from a charming, blasé professional to a scared little boy, stood frozen to attention lest he do something to piss off his father. You watch as his eyes all but clenched shut at the chorus of shouts, his jaw tensing to the point we were sure you could see his muscles trembling. Conscious of the crowd around you, you scooted one small step to the side, edging closer to Roman until with a gentle lean your right shoulder delicately met his left. You stilled as you gaged his reaction, not wanting to push a man who already had a habit of retreating away from any affection shone his way. But after a few seconds you watched his eyes blink open, his lips parting to let out a trembling sigh as he leaned his weight slightly into you, your brushing shoulders the anchor he needed in the storm of his father's tirade. Even after Logan's speech had ended and the crowd dispersed, he seemed reluctant to part himself from the warmth of the corner you shared, promising to come find you later 'just in case the Roy's hadn't wasted enough of your time today.'

- The supportive instincts you felt towards Roman as you grew close were not unreciprocated, the usually isolated man being surprised by his own protective streak as it emerged. It would come across in small ways at first, Roman keeping an eye out for who spoke to you at parties and inserting himself in the middle of conversations if he thought someone was getting a bit too friendly. He'd hold a door open to guide you through, putting his hand on your lower back as you moved past him only to feel his entire body jolt with electricity at the slightest bit of contact with your skin.

- One morning he'd be perched on the edge of your desk, where he found himself more and more these days, the hours he spent away from your company dragging until you were together again, like his life had been spent entirely in the shadows but suddenly he had the sun all to himself in you. As you let him fill you in about the latest drama from the top floor, the deafening shriek of the fire alarm blared down on you, making you flinch with its uncomfortable volume. Before you could move out of your seat, you felt the warm hands of Roman Roy settle either side of your face, protecting your ears as he tried to mouth 'It's just a test' over the echoing rings. As his hands rested against your cheeks they didn't tremble or twitch like he usually did around you, they were soft and safe, comforting you while blocking out the noise, Roman pleasantly surprised by how comfortable he felt touching you like this, your soft, rosy cheeks warm under his touch. It took him a few adoring seconds too long to realise the alarm had stopped and now you were just staring at him with a soft smile that had his stomach turning in a way he didn't quite recognise, but wouldn't mind feeling again.

- Reading between the lines is an essential skill when it comes to being close friends with Roman, his childhood of ridicule and discipline making him wary of opening himself up and asking for what he wants. You find him waiting for you in the Reception of Waystar one morning, practically launching himself out of his seat once you step through the large glass doors.

"Jesus don't you ever take a day off? Like, just fucking play hookie sometimes?" First thing in the morning you feel like you've joined a conversation that's been happening without you for an hour, trying to get catch up,

"Uhh, I guess I usually take the holidays off, and my birthday. Why? Should I be playing hookie on some random Thursday in April?" You watch his expression closely, recognising the familiar action of his mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the perfect nonchalant way to ask for something, his voice quiet when he speaks again as if he's already hurt his own feelings before you get the chance.

"Fuck you, this random Thursday happens to be my birthday." He feigns looking hurt that you didn't already have this marked in your diary, but you can see what Roman needs and just how badly he needs you to be the one to suggest it.

"Today's your birthday? Happy Birthday Roman! You should definitely take today off! And I should play hookie with you! Come on, let's get out of here." You dial the enthusiasm up to 100 and drag him from the building before he can attempt to make an unconvincing argument that that's not why he mentioned it, grateful that your gentle grip in his hand seems to have momentarily rendered him speechless.

- You spend the rest of the day sat in a local park in the sun, having takeout delivered for lunch, including the best cake your delivery app can make happen at such short notice, watching Roman protest as you tell him to make a wish and blow out the candle, the ever-cynical man telling you that his wish was for 'world peace', so it was guaranteed it wouldn't happen now that you knew.

- The next day when Roman trudged up to his COO office, still internally walking on air after the best birthday he could ever remember. There he found a haphazardly wrapped gift, the first he could ever remember receiving that didn't look like a department store display piece. Inside was a home-baked treat from you, and a planet earth jigsaw with a note that said that his wish of 'World Pieces' had come true. Roman kept that note in the top drawer of his desk whenever he needed to smile, hoping the wish he actually made would come true as well.

- When the nights of family functions grew particularly exhausting, and you had stopped being in Logan's focus enough to merit an invitation, sometimes Roman would find himself torn by indecision of whether or not to try and find you once he escaped the gala in question. Eventually after a few missed late night calls, and an embarrassed cold shoulder from him the next day, you showed him how to just add your phone's location to his 'in case of a work emergency', watching the warm smile flush across his cheeks at how comforted he felt in the knowledge that even when you weren't together, he'd know just how far apart you are.

- It wouldn't be long until one Friday night you'd be at a bar with your friends, probably still trying to collectively decipher what to call you and Roman, having never known anyone quite like him, and suddenly you'd see him slink through the door. He'd look so out of place and uncomfortable in a dive bar without you by his side, increasingly self conscious as each of your friends turn to face him, a knowing giggle spreading round the table as they witnessed the latest event in your bizarre relationship. Roman stood frozen in the doorway as he weighed up what to do, having never thought further than just needing to be wherever you are after a long night of being his father's whipping boy, desperate to be somewhere he felt safe and understood. Recognising the despondent look on his face from reacting to his father's raised voice, you said your goodbyes and collected your things, running over to Roman before he could dash out the door and pretend he hadn't come all this way just to see you.

"I was just about to head home, do you want to make sure I get home safe?" You offered, ignoring the elephant in the dimly lit room of why he was there, a visible wave of relief washing over Roman as he nodded and took your hand,

"Yeah, I'd like that. I have a car outside."

- Roman was clearly on the edge of saying something on the ride back to your place, his lips twitching nervously as if every word that tried to escape them would ruin everything you two had precariously built. It wasn't until he was safely in your home that you perched on the edge of your counter, bringing you to eye level with the fidgeting shape in front of you, that you tried to open the can of worms.

"Is everything okay Roman?" You spoke softly enough that Roman had to stop his pacing and settle into the spot in front of you to reply, letting his torso almost meet your legs where they dangled off the kitchen island.

"All good honey, just all fucking good." He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair as the words felt like acid rising in his throat, even the slightest pet name stirring up every nerve inside of him as he continued, "Speaking of good - we've got a good thing here right?" He gestured between the two of you as he spoke, his hand almost landing on your thigh but never quite braving the landing. His eyes darted up to your confused expression from where they rested, looking down at his shoes like if he didn't see the disgust and judgement on your face then it wasn't there.

You tried to respond kindly, thoughtfully, unsure of exactly how to define the thing between you and even less certain of how Roman saw it,

"Yeah, it's good Roman. We're close." Roman nodded, satisfied enough with the response to continue, desperately trying to ignore the vicious voice of mockery running through his own head, usually echoing his father's words.

"Exactly! We're close...so if I were to call you my girlfriend? That'd be normal right? Like even though we don't..." He trailed off as if he couldn't face addressing his own deviant thoughts or the mental block that stood between him and physical intimacy. His heart hammered in his chest as you considered his words and your own feelings carefully, before gently taking his hand in yours. You let your knees drift apart just enough for Roman to stand between them, encouraging him to take a step forward so your faces were barely an inch or two apart.

"Yeah, I could call you my boyfriend." You tried to deliver the words in the same relaxed tone that the question was asked in, and the walls Roman kept his heart behind betrayed him as a sincere smile flashed across his face at your sweet sentence. He nodded again, his breathing seeming to settle at the agreement, more relaxed now that he knew that these feelings weren't one-sided, that despite being unorthodox this relationship still meant to you what he needed it to.

As the warmth of the moment ran like brandy through his veins he let his eyes drift up to yours, warm and happy, and then to your lips. Roman had never really found himself craving someone's kiss before, but he'd also never felt anything like this, and somehow he knew this time would feel different. Slowly, timidly, like at the back of his mind he still might get a smack across the face at any moment for his behaviour, he leant forward until his lips met yours, barely letting them taste the soft, sweet reception you gave him before drawing back. He took a deep breath and leaned in again, letting himself savour the moment a little longer this time, feeling the corners of his lips tilt up as you kissed him back, the slight pressure against his lips sending his head spinning. His hand found your cheek, somehow even softer than he remembered as he leant his chest forward against yours, his lips parting to capture yours again, needier and hungry to taste more of you, finally understanding why people would write songs and books and films about this feeling, the insatiable need to feel you on his lips sure to plague his thoughts forevermore. You let one hand settle on this back of his neck, thumb stroking softly over the tense muscles there as he forced himself to pull away to breathe, manic hyena laugh echoing through your home as pure exuberance burst out of him that he was finally feeling like this, and with someone as kind and as perfect as you. Quietly you heard him mumble under his breath, "That was actually pretty nice." Which only made you both laugh more, the novelty of finally crossing the line from friends to more, and the ecstatic joy of finding the person you were hoping for, waiting on the other side of that line too.

[bringthekaos]

Kaos are you alive? Did u saw the trailer? Did u saw the poster? Are you okay and safe and still have your phone?? You dont have to answer thiz i just Love you and hope youre okay <3333

Yesss I’m alive, I’m just more active on Twitter these days. Just… irl keeps piling shit on, and I’m so monumentally stressed out that the 2-sentence freak-out format over there has been easier for me.

That said, I AM STILL REELING FROM THAT TRAILER. Jayce’s wrist… with the gemstone burned into it, what the fuck?!?! I have a feeling the gemstone is going to have activated during the attack, possibly to create a shield or protect him in some way. Cuz if it was burned in by natural means, aka fire/extremely high heat, he would have a LOT more scarring/burns.

And still no Viktor but… Viktor adjacent crumbs?? Like, those people with runes carved into them?! Is that the start of the glorious evolved?!?! One of them had a foot just like his! And that Coronavirus lookin ass orb, that HAS to be the Hexcore! But it has obviously evolved (haha) even further… V, what did you do???

And finally, this.

There’s some discussion over on Twit on whether or not this is the Hexgate, but I think it 100% is. Cuz we’ve all pretty much come to the conclusion that this, whatever it is, is Viktor’s base, for lack of a better word, and those huts are the shimmer addicts/Glorious Evolved. And like… Piltover is at war with Zaun. And Piltover has the means to crush them, but the only reason they do is because A) they are a prosperous and wealthy city that can afford just about whatever they want/need to crush a rebellion, and it’s all because of those Hexgates, and B) they can ship armies in within a nanosecond. So what’s the fastest way to cripple them right out of the gate? To level the playing field?

Take out the Hexgate. And there’s one person who knows intimately how to do that. And I truly think he will. Whether it’s a strategic move in the war effort or a broken-hearted act of aggression against Jayce (or a bit of both) remains to be seen. But my personal opinion is that Viktor will take out the Hexgate. He won’t be alone when he does it, it’s too ambitious of a task. So who will he ally with? A chem-baron? (Renataaaaaaaaaa plzzzzz), an army of cultists? Jinx and the people who have rallied behind her as a symbol for Zaun’s rebellion? Idk, but I’m freakin out over here.

Anyhoo, thanks for checking in on me, I know I’ve dropped off the map a little. Just need life to fuckin CHILL with the major life changes, it’s killing me. Until then, I’m clinging to Arcane s2 like a lifeline 😩

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 14 - Prompt: Devil @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 999 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

“James! Where are you?” Regulus yelled, covering his ears as the shout bounced back at him.

“I went right, then left, then right twice more.”

Sirius cleared his throat and pointed at Padfoot. Regulus let out a relieved sigh, then followed him into the winding cave. He wasn’t actually certain Padfoot could find James, but it reassured his brother enough to stop screaming hysterically.

“James,” Sirius called calmly. “Call Padfoot.”

The dog’s head perked up when a sharp whistle pierced the air. “Pads! Come here, bud!”

Padfoot bounded down the left side of the cave passageways, the opposite of where James said he went. Regulus clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he followed, looking over his shoulder at the other entrance.

When Padfoot slowed, Sirius called, “Again, James.”

“Pads! Over here!” James said, along with a smacking sound.

The dog rushed to the right with Sirius on his heels, but Regulus hesitated to go further, eyeing the main entrance worriedly. “I’m going to stay here, Sirius, to watch the tide.”

“Alright.”

Sirius hurried after Padfoot as he made three sharp turns, then skidded to a stop and leapt up in the air. The sound of his claws scraping against something soft was a good sign, but Sirius couldn’t see a thing. He whipped out his phone and opened the flashlight app.

“Ouch!”

“James?”

His camera flash flickered for a moment, then lit up the cavern in front of him. Sirius stared at the comical scene and bit back a laugh. What a twit!

James was wedged into an opening that would have challenged Sirius to crawl through. Somehow, the utter twat had squeezed his shoulders into the hole, but then stopped. Now, he was on his back with his knees bent and his arms trapped beside his head. Meanwhile, Padfoot was jumping over his belly and trying to wrestle with the bottom two-thirds of his body. Sirius quickly snapped a photo.

“Take it easy, Pads,” James chastised. “You’re going to smash my bits.”

“Don’t let Padfoot smash his bits!” Regulus ordered, his voice wavering.

Sirius chuckled as he leaned down to assess the situation. “What the fuck have you done, mate? You’re way too big for this hole.”

“I found a pretty rock in here and tried to grab it to show Regulus because he wouldn’t come in this far, but I had to reach in pretty deep and…got stuck.” James rambled as he wriggled his body, then huffed in exasperation. “A little help?”

“Yeah, alright. Pads, quit.” Sirius settled the dog, then propped his phone on a rock to shine the light at James.

Slowly, he worked James’s right shoulder back and forth while pressing down the skin to protect it from the jagged rim of the hole. After several minutes of easing him loose, James’s shoulder popped out of the hole. As he began working on the left side, he heard snuffling behind him and rolled his eyes at Padfoot’s exploring.

“Can you hurry?” Regulus asked.

Sirius pulled harder and scoffed, “I’m trying!”

James shifted his stance and forcefully pushed against the stone. A few pieces of rock fell around them, but he hadn’t budged much. He repeated the movement again, then swore under his breath.

“Regulus, are you alright?” he yelled, pausing his struggle to listen.

“It’s just that the water is up to the front of the cave and I-I’m worried we won’t be able to get out.”

“Get out of the cave, Reggie!” Sirius insisted, tossing the dog’s leash aside. “Take Padfoot with you. James and I can swim, if necessary. Go get him, Pads!”

“You know how to swim? When did you-” Regulus was cut-off by an excited yap and huffed loudly. “Hold on a minute, mutt!”

The sounds of his brother grumbling and Padfoot’s feet dancing on the stone amused Sirius for an entire thirty seconds, until he saw the cut on James’s arm. James hissed through his teeth when Sirius touched the skin around it gingerly.

“Fuck, that hurt.”

“Yeah, you did a number on it arsehole.”

James wriggled harder as Sirius turned and pressed his left shoulder to help ease it free from the sharp rocks gripping it. Every centimetre of progress was undone by a slight shift in James’s stance. The twat must have twisted his upper body to fit into the crevice.

“For fuck’s sake,” Sirius said, swatting James’s side. “Why didn’t you just take a bloody picture?”

“Yeah, well. I didn’t think of that.”

Suddenly, Sirius’s knees were soaked by a flood of water that rushed into the cave. “Shite!”

“That’s about the sum of it, yeah,” James gasped, shivering violently.

A loud thud and a splash echoed through the cave and James stilled. His chest spasmed with a shaky breath. “Regulus? Don’t come in here if you can’t swim!”

“That’s not him. He’s not big enough too-” When large hands grabbed him around the middle, Sirius startled and flailed. “Wha…who…I?”

“Out of the way,” Remus said gruffly, moving him aside. The bloke knelt in the shallow water and peered up into the hole with one eye closed. “Well, James. Stuck yourself good, didn’t ya?”

James burst out laughing, but it sounded more delirious than amused. “Fuck me. Thank the devil it’s you, Remus.”

“I’ll pass for now, thanks, but I might have to get a bit familiar with you to pull you out.”

“Whatever. Go for it.”

Sirius stared in awe as Remus straddled James’s hips, braced himself, wrapped both arms around James’s chest and yanked hard. Remus’s back muscles strained against his shirt as he repeated the move twice more with a grunt. There was a sickening pop when James finally broke free.

James grimaced as he rubbed at his shoulder and sat up. When he spotted Sirius, he offered him an apologetic grin and held out his hand. A smooth green stone with coral bits attached on one side lay in the palm of his hand.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” he asked earnestly.

Sirius rubbed his temples and sighed.

Next Part>>>

[pedriswife]

smut where y/n gives pedri head when he’s on a call🫣🫠

Warning! Smut ahead (also, I never played fifa in my life, and I wrote this hungover af, so there may be more mistakes than usual) part 2

☆

"Gavi! Pass me the damn ball you twit!" Pedri yelled through the headset, playing fifa with his mates always caused his anger levels to rise.

You turned your head, the noise becoming too much for what you wanted to be a calm evening. He was playing nearly for 2 hours now, too focused on the game, but promising to give you attention later. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You made your way over to him on the couch, gently stroking his thigh to get his attention. He smiled at in return, whispering 10 more minutes before continuing with his game.

His gaze turned dark when he saw you kneel in front of him, your hand stroking over his clothed cock which you felt harden under your touch. He kept his eyes on you, only averting his gaze when he heard Gavi yell at him through the headset for losing the ball.

His breathing accelerated when you took his cock out of his shorts, stroking his entire length as he bit his bottom lip, trying not to moan out loud.

You spread the beads of precum over the tip with your thumb, his hips slightly jerking up to the touch. You licked a stripe over his cock before finally taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so you could fit him in without gagging.

You sucked on his tip, then went down again, your saliva covering his whole length, some dribbling down on your chin, soaking his shorts. Your eyes had tears in the corners, threatening to falk as you continued to move on his cock.

You knew he was close by the way that he twitched inside your mouth, a small groan escaping from his lips.

"Bro, are you good?" Gavi's voice was heard once again, as Pedri tried his best to formulate his answer without giving himself away.

"Yeah, yeah, just stubbed my toe," he shakily answered, your head still bobbing up and down, tasting his precum in your mouth and wanting to bring him over the edge.

He muted the mic, seconds before he came, a moan of your name on his lips as he shot his load down your throat, his half lidded eyes watching you as you swallowed, licking the remains from your lips.

Once again, you could hear Gavi yell through the headset, Pedri quickly saying that he has to go before switching the thing off completely.

He stood up, taking your hand in his, taking you to the bedroom.

"It's my turn to return the favour, hermosa."

[starlightandfairies]

Lovely ~Daryl Dixon~

Description: Reader is one of Negan’s wives, she is thrown into the same cell as Daryl while Negan has Daryl.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst,

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 639

I have a Daryl Dixon fanfic on wattpad! If you want it, send me a request or message and I'll give it to you. Or you could search it yourself It's called Broken Crown by Moonlight161 and starts from the very beginning

1st Person's POV

Fucking Negan. 

That's all I can say, is fucking Negan, I fucking hate him. He, himself killed my entire family and made me watch. Sounds very movie-like, though I cannot express in words how much I want this man to die. After he killed them, the twit had the audacity to make me one of his wives. I wore a short little black dress, did everything he said and did just so I could survive. 

I pissed him off. I yelled at him for what he did, but Negan didn't seem to take it very well. He threw me into one of his cells and then left me in the darkness. 

"I'm going to kill him," I muttered bitterly, jumping as a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. 

"Keep 'ya voice down." 

I turned to face the person, only a small amount of light letting me see the man's features, my heart shattered seeing the broken man in front of me. I didn't think that I would see him again, I didn't think I would see anyone that I knew again. 

"Daryl?" I whispered lightly, he lunged forward slightly and cupped my face in his hands. 

"Y/n?" 

"Hey," I whispered softly, sobbing softly as he held me in his arms. Daryl didn't let me go, he didn't once let go of me and rested a small kiss on my temples. 

"I thought you died." He whispered, I shook my head and gave him a tiny smile. We hadn't seen each other since the prison, which honestly feels like a lifetime ago after the prison was infested with walkers and everyone got separated, I was lucky that I got with my family however the whole Negan ordeal ruined everything.

We both shared the story of our lives since we last saw each other, it ached to know that Glenn was dead and I could clearly see that Daryl was taking it personally, that his actions got him killed and I really wanted him to know that it was not his fault.

Negan kept me in there for two days, no one bothered either of us, it was a nice way to catch up and just hang out with him. It was cold in the cell, the little black dress was revealing too much of my skin. I moved over to Daryl, carefully touching his arm and once he accepted my touch. I his arm, wrapping it around me and curled into his chest. 

"So, Negan's forced you to be his wife?" 

"Yes. Out of all the other ladies, he keeps me under lock and key the most. I think he knows what I can do." Daryl shook his head, he didn't say anything about what I said. However, he rested a kiss on my forehead and rubbed my arm. 

"He's planning something," Daryl whispered. 

"I know but I have you back and I want to be here with you." 

"Okay." I knew this hurt for Daryl, we both loved each other, hadn't seen each other in so long and now we were here together yet we couldn't be together. I think that's Negan punishment. I think he knew that we loved each other and that be being his wife would hurt Daryl. 

"Isn't it lovely? Having someone familiar?" I questioned, Daryl brought my lips to his, I grinned into the kiss and soaked it all in. 

"I miss you, I looked for you but I couldn't find you. I will stay, I won't let him hurt you and I won't let him take me away from you." 

"You will, don't be stupid." 

"I'm going to be stupid and in love."

[roboreviewer]

"You call being chased by a lunatic snowman scary? You twit."

Name: The Computer

(Mental) Age: Adult (implied)

Pronouns: He/Him It/It's

Appearance(s): Courage The Cowardly Dog, The Fog of Courage, Straight Outta Nowhere: Scooby-Doo! Meets Courage the Cowardly Dog

Fandom Activity: dead at the moment. More on this later

Fanon accuracy: Man.. it's too complicated to say here

------In Canon------

Computer (yes that's its name) is the computer owned by the Bagge's located I'm their attic. Courage uses him to search for how to defeat the monster of the day, research specific items, with occasional off screen NORMAL computer activities

Computer appears in every season if the show: 9 times in season 1 (one being a cameo), 5 times in season two, 3 times in season 3, and four times in season four. He makes two quick appearances in The Fog Of Courage and Straight Outta Nowhere: Scooby-Doo! Meets Courage the Cowardly Dog movies.

The Computer will usually say a snippy one liner before and or after actually giving the information Courage wants.

Courage (searching for a cure): "What should I do?"

Computer: "if I were you, I'd get a big mallet and-" (smash them presumably)

Courage: "No no NO! A cure! A cure!"

Computer: "Oh....... That's easy, get a little hair from the mole that bit you."

(Courage gets ready to leave)

Computer: "just don't get bitten!~" (teasing tone meant to shake courage up)

The Computer has a masculine British voice DRIPPING with sarcasm, having a new voice actor in every new appearance: Simon Prebble, Paul Schoeffler, and Jeff Bergman respectfully

------Analysis------

- The computer is most likely based off of a Amiga 3000

You can see the resemblance yes? Cube monitor that sits on top the rectangle (I forgot the name sue me) with the clunky keyboard (ho mama) honestly perfect for a cartoon. Although he is still simplified, without a mouse and numpad (fair enough)

- In season 2 episode 14 he gains an off switch meant only as a gag. The Computer makes fun of Courage for.. being a cowardly dog and Courage flips the switch turning it off. It then disappears for the rest of the season until season 3, where it now has the words "OFF" under it.

- In season 3 episode seven, Muriel presses a random key on the Computers keyboard. Which then plays [SENSUAL TRUMPET NOISE] and presumably shows something in his screen, it isn't shown to the audience and Courage covers it up embarrassed. The Computer then says "Hey, push that button again!" in a..flirtatious??? Tone, To which Courage responds by ripping out the key and tossing it.. did Courage have a P@%# Hot key?? Was it giving The Computer physical satisfaction?? Gross.

- Anyway in this episode The computer has three keys near both sides of the space bar (unlike the images shown above before this episode, which has two keys on each side)

Courage rips out the one in the bottom right of the keyboard. Here's an image of the Amiga 3000 keyboard

As you can see it doesn't HAVE a third key at the bottom. The quality is s$!÷ but the closest one is the right ALT key. Meaning the 'button' is either the ALT key in earlier episodes or (going off of other keyboards) the right CTRL key in this episode

- the Computer regularly says suggestive S#!÷ in a suggestive tone. In Straight Outta Nowhere: Scooby-Doo! Meets Courage the Cowardly Dog: he outright flirts with Velmas iPad and asks if later she would want to do some "Downloading and updating"

Yeah I don't even know man

- The computer is a lot nicer in the Scooby-Doo movie. When I say a lot nicer I mean he only insults someone like once

-----This part------

Okay so when I first looked up the computer, I just did a quick search on Tumblr and saw only a few posts. So like a sane person I just assumed he wasn't very popular and moved on.

BUT NO! F#@%!×$ NO!!

For S#!+$ and giggles I did one lazy search and found All things End: A Computer x Courage slow burn

If you use your eyes you can see 3 things: one, this has 144 chapters, 2 this has 415,955 words, so those aren't SHORT chapters, and three-

THIS IS PART F@#$%!÷ ONE!!!

This series has 3 parts, the final STILL BEING WRITTEN. it started in 2010-07-31. As of writing this that's 13.86 YEARS! This series would be getting ready for high-school!

The plot is about courage falling Ill with a rare fatal disease that will soon kill him. So he and the computer go on a quest to get the cure. The Computer gets a dog body, and the creator has drawn posters for each volume (although only volume one's showed up for me)

The first volume has 415,955 words

The second volume has 474,148 words

The final volume as of writing has 110,744 words

The total word count of the series 1,000,847 words. Giving it 217,770 more words than the kings James version of the Bible which- may I repeat the final is STILL GOING. I hope to one day finish reading this masterpiece. Godspeed Couragefan09 o7

------My Opinion------

10/10 this all started with a video on my YouTube recommended, which I use for most of the pictures. I came out of this having a new fanfic to read for the summer.. and probably fall too. With that being said his character actually made me laugh out loud and I'm SO F#@%!$# PISSED NO ONE TALKS ABOUT HIM! WATCH IT, WATCH IT NOW

[tparker48]

(A preview into tomorrow's request. ^^)

He marched across the room with a blissful stride, swaying his bag like a basket of bread as he tossed it near one of its legs. “Perfect, now I can get my routine started.”

"Oi! What you think you doin’?!"

 Pyke blinked, looking around the room for the source of the voice. “Huh?”

“Down here, you walking drumbstick!”  

He lowered his gaze to a ladder along the edge of the bench, a small man climbing to the surface. He was no bigger than a weight holder, almost blending into the leathered texture.

Pyke cocked a brow. “And you are?”

"I’m big Timmy!!” The man boasted, marching to Pyke’s side “ But you can call me your worst nightmare, This here’s my bench!”

“Yours?”

“Ya heard right! This bench has been mine since I first came here.”

“Then it looks you’re gonna have to change routine, because I saw this bench first.” Pyke reached into his bag, drawing his water bottle and a towel. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to start on my reps.”

"Not on this bench you're not!" Timmy barked. “Get off me bench and shove off you twit!”

Pyke could feel a vein throb in his neck, but took a breath. “Listen, Timmy-”

“That’s Big Timmy to you!”

 “Right.. Let me put this in a way that you understand. I saw this bench, no one was on this bench. So guess what? I’m taking this bench.” He flicked the man, sending him skidding to the end of the bench. “So why don't you go find a sponge to sit on or something.”

The man rolled to his feet, digging into his bag. “Oh you think you can just take me bench now do ya?! How’s about you fight me for it?” 

"Don’t be ridiculous I'm not gonna-"

 A dampened object struck the side of Pyke’s head, luke warm fluid oozing onto his cheeks. Peeling it away, he  eyed the miniscule object between his fingers. A spitball.

 “Seriously?”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” Timmy pulled a crumbled receipt from his bag, ripping another piece as he chewed upon it. "Come on, ya pussy. Fight me!"

He angled his straw higher, shooting another spitball as if he were a cannon. Pyke shielded its blow with a palm, wincing in disgust as it slumped to the bench,  more launched into his palm, just as a crowd slowly poured. Eyes peered towards him, Their whispers carrying through the room as phones hovered over their heads. This is getting way out of hand.

A solid wet ball struck near his eyes. “Fuck!”

“What you looking at, Drumbstick? I’m down here.” Timmy snarked.

"I'm not fighting some half pint for a stupid bench!"

"Then it seems you need some motivation."

[football-and-fanfics]

The Medic - #1 - Trent Alexander-Arnold

About the series: The Medic will be an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold Prompt: "How long have you been hiding this?" Warnings: none

It was a quiet time for you right now. With Liverpool's injury list blissfully empty, the pressure on your department, the medical department, was a lot less at the moment.

You were reading reports on a few routine check-ups of some players, when the sound of footsteps announced the arrival of someone.

"Hi."

You didn't even need to look up from the report you were reading to know Trent had just appeared in the door opening of your office. The Scouse accent dripped even from that single word.

"Hey, Trent," you greeted him back, "anything I can do for you?" "Uhm..." Trent hesitated slightly. "Would you mind taking a look at something for me?"

Out of professional habit, your eyes immediately scanned over Trent's body in search for obvious injuries, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. "Sure," you answered, "something the matter?" "It's my ankle." Trent still spoke with a slight hesitance to his voice. "It's playing up a little bit." In his entire posture you could see he was ill at ease about this. "Alright, let's have a look."

Trent sat himself down on the treatment table on the other end of your office space. Without you having to ask for it, he took off his shoe and sock, rolled the leg of his trousers up to just below the knee, and stretched his leg out on the table.

His skin felt warm against your hands as you held his foot to examine him. You ran your fingers along his ankle when you pressed and felt and tested the movement of the joint. Trent silently watched you work.

Upon a careful stretch to the right, a shock went through Trent's entire leg and he winced audibly. You frowned at the obvious injury to his ankle. Something about this was not as it should be, and a suspicion started to form in your mind.

"How long have you been hiding this?" You asked out of the blue. "I..." Trent stammered at first. He looked to be searching for a way out of this, but immediately realized you already knew. "About two weeks ago. I twisted it during training."

The frown on your face deepened. You were sure you hadn't seen Trent for it back then, and you couldn't remember seeing any reports from your colleagues regarding such an injury. "I didn't see anyone for it," Trent confessed, accurately interpreting your silence and the frown on your face. "Why not?" The tone of your voice betrayed your opinion on that decision. Trent averted his gaze, avoiding to look at you, and shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't think it was that bad." "And you played how many matches with this? Two?" You asked a little sternly. "Three," Trent mumbled softly, "and I never skipped a training session."

"Okay." You decided not to pass any further judgement on the choice Trent had made, and instead focused on at least treating the injury now. "I don't think you tore anything, but I do think you gave some muscles and ligaments a stretch." "Did I make it worse?" The realization of what could have happened shone in Trent's eyes. "You might have," you answered honestly, "but hopefully you still came to me in time. And since you can still walk quite normally, I think you'll be alright."

"So... what now?" Trent asked quietly. "I'll tape it in for now," you answered, "so it's stable and you don't twist it again, but I want to see you back tomorrow. We'll do a quick scan to make sure there indeed is no serious damage."

Trent nodded calmly. He knew he hadn't made the best choices in this, and that he would now maybe suffer the consequences of it, but he was glad for the way you handled this without passing too much judgement on him.

Trent's eyes followed your every move with interest as you applied the medical tape to his ankle. His leg twitched slightly when you smoothened out the tape underneath his foot. "Painful?" You asked. "No." He shook his head, chuckling. "That tickles." You laughed softly. "Sorry about that. All done already." Trent examined the skillfully applied red tape now supporting his ankle, before putting his sock and shoe back on.

"How did you know?" He asked, "that this wasn't a fresh injury?" There was genuine wonder in his eyes. "It's still slightly swollen, but there isn't much heat anymore," you explained, "with an injury like that you always see a lot of heat forming along with the swelling. You probably had that, but two weeks ago."

Trent nodded somewhat guiltily. "I promise I'll come to you straight away if it ever happens again." "Yeah, you better," you chuckled. "I will," Trent smiled a guilt-ridden smile. "I learnt my lesson."

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[sweetbuckybarnes]

The Eras Tour: 01. Anthony Reveals Tickets

Pairings: Colin Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington, Anthony + Kate Bridgerton

Polin Masterlist | Series Masterlist

April 8, 2023

Violet Bridgerton had taken Penelope out for birthday shopping and was also dragging Eloise, Francesca, Hyacinth and Kate along with them.

Each lady had about four or five bags each - but still managed to put their new belongings in other bags.

They walked up the stairs of Bridgerton House (it had been in the family for centuries, no matter how much the English Heritage asked - they weren't giving up the very well-loved family home).

Walking down the stairs were the second and third Bridgerton children (as well as the second and third Bridgerton sons - Benedict and Colin - Penelope always jokes that they'll never forget where in the alphabet they belong).

"Happy birthday, Penelope!" Benedict smiles, pressing a kiss to her cheek - Benedict Bridgerton always flirted with her (much like Barney flirted with Lily in How I Met Your Mother).

"Thank you!" Penelope smiled up at Benedict.

Colin wrapped Penelope up in a hug. It seemed like whenever Benedict was nearby, Colin seemed to amp up his 'affections'. "Happy birthday, Pen."

"Thank you, Colin."

"She was my friend first, Colin," Eloise uttered as she walked past her older brother.

Colin pulled a face as the Bridgerton boys followed the women up the steps.

"I'm going to make sure Anthony isn't buried in his work," Kate Bridgerton (Violet Bridgerton's first daughter-in-law) branched off from the group to go see her husband.

The ladies plus Benedict, Colin, and Gregory (who had smothered his favourite person in a hug, singing happy birthday up to her - at 13 years old he was nearly as tall as her).

"Thank you, Gregory," she leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

She sat down on one of the chairs, leaning her head against the top when the distinct sound of heavy footsteps (which could only be Anthony's footsteps).

"Penelope," he said, standing an arm's length away from her. She opened her eyes and saw that Anthony was holding out a white envelope to her. "Happy birthday."

She reached out and took it. "An envelope for my birthday. Lovely."

"Open it, you twit," Eloise said, looking over at Colin who continued to eat his mother out of the house and home.

Penelope rolled her eyes at her best friend's comments but opened the envelope either way.

Sitting there, deceived in the white envelope, was a Taylor Swift Eras Tour ticket.

"Anthony, what is this?" Penelope asked quietly, Benedict and Colin walked over to look over her shoulder. "Are these Eras tickets?"

"Night One, in Nashville."

Penelope looked up at Anthony with huge eyes. "You're my favourite Bridgerton!"

"What about me?" Eloise questioned.

"Have you bought me Eras tickets?" Penelope questioned. Eloise was silent for a moment before Penelope looked back up at Anthony. "How did you know l wanted to go to the Nashville show?'

Anthony thought for a second. "I must have overheard you mention it to Eloise."

"What's the big deal with these tickets, anyway?" Benedict asked, looking over Penelope's shoulder.

"Let me put it in a way that you would understand," Penelope thinks for a second. "To you, these tickets are much like your FA Cup final or the World Cup final - and it would be the only time you would go."