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The voice sent a shiver down Marlene's spine before she even looked up to see the face of the person who had spoken.
“Uh?”
Not her most eloquent response—but her hands were coated with motor oil and the tip of her nose was freezing and she couldn't figure out what was wrong with her bike and she was frustrated.
And she had, apparently, crossed paths with the most dazzling woman she'd ever set eyes on.
“You look like you could use a ride.” The woman pushed her microbraids over her shoulder, amused. “The name's Dorcas, by the way.”
Dorcas, Marlene learned, was heading back home from travelling across the country in her truck. And Dorcas, Marlene learned as well, could make Marlene’s stomach do the oddest jolts every time she met her eyes.
And she so happened to head in the same direction Marlene was, and the next town over would probably have a garage Marlene could drop by.
And so Marlene found herself climbing onto the passenger seat, after they managed to haul her bike onto the back of the truck.
Dorcas did most of the talking—Marlene kept shifting in her seat, checking the mirrors and the cars around, unused to not being the one driving. Her hands itched to grab the wheel, to step on the gas and roll down the windows to feel the wind on her face. And her eyes—her eyes kept catching on Dorcas’s hand gripping the gear stick.
On her long acrylic nails, on the rings that clung against the plastic every time she shifted gear. Marlene’s mouth would go dry, and she'd think of what it'd feel like to have those nails scrape against her back—to have them dig into her shortly cropped hair, drag against the shaved sides and onto her nape.
Her eyes kept catching on Dorcas’s exposed legs, the thighs her skirt revealed as it rode up with leg movement, every time she hit the brakes—Marlene wanted to sink her teeth into every inch of exposed skin, she wanted to get her hands there, wanted to grab Dorcas’s thighs, wanted to push her skirt higher up—
She checked the rearview mirrors again.
The sign announcing the next town was soon in view, but neither of them addressed it. Half an hour later, the sign was far behind them.
“There’s an outlet in my kitchen that needs fixing,” Dorcas said at some point, glancing nonchalantly at Marlene. “You’re good with those hands of yours, right?”
“Oh, well—” Marlene held up her hands in front of her, wincing at the state of her bitten nails and the motor oil still staining them. “I’m not, like, an electrician or—”
At that moment, she looked up to Dorcas, and met her eyes. Something about the way she looked at her, about the desire in her eyes, made Marlene’s cheeks burn and warmth pool between her thighs.
“Sure,” she choked out, and nearly snapped her neck turning back to look at the road. “I can do that.”
Dorcas chuckled, and resumed the conversation for the three hours they had left to her town. Marlene kept staring at the road the entire time—trying—failing to. Her bike might be wrecked, and it might take her forever to get back to her initial route, but she had never been so happy to be anyone’s passenger than in that moment. And when Dorcas parked in front of the rental house she said she shared with college friends, Marlene could not wait to return the favour—which she did, the entire night, the malfunctioning outlet long forgotten.
Vintage - Dorlene - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 225 words - AO3
Marlene stops talking, not hearing a word Lily says beside her as she notices Dorcas descend the stairs to the Great Hall. With gold cuffs in braids that are pulled into a high bun, and a vintage black dress adorned with sequins and hugging her frame in the most wonderful way, the Slytherin looks like a literal goddess.
“You’re drooling,” Dorcas chuckles when she approaches them.
Instantly, she slams her mouth, that was wide open as she stared at her, shut. ”Fuck, Cas, you look…so unbelievably stunning.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Mckinnon.”
“And I think that’s my cue to leave,” Lily exclaims, heading towards her own date.
Dorcas extends her arm, asking, “Shall we?”
“Or…” Marlene smirks, “we could skip the ball instead and take advantage of the empty dorm.”
“Hmm, tempting,” her girlfriend muses. “But I’ve been looking forward to this evening for weeks.”
“Oh, alright,” she sighs, and locks elbows with her before leading her into the beautifully decorated hall, though it could never compare to Dorcas’ beauty. “We’ll still have a blast though.”
“Of course. But if we just so happen to get bored or tired before it’s over, we could always…rest in your dorm.”
Marlene places a quick, sneaky kiss on her cheek. “What a great idea. You’re so smart, baby.”
daylight - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 264
It’s when James saw daylight peeking in through the windows of the corridors he was creeping through that he knew he was well and truly fucked. That there was no way in hell his friends hadn't noticed he was gone.
It’s just…the hours passed by like minutes. Sitting there with Regulus, staring at the stars, laughing as the younger boy snarked about every joke he tried to tell….it’d been more magical than any lesson he’d experienced in his seven years here. How on earth could he have possibly kept track of the time?
And yes, at first, he’d been worried that he was bothering the Slytherin. But by the end…Reg genuinely looked sad to part. Like he almost wanted to ask to do something again.
Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
But it didn’t really matter anyway because James was probably a dead man when he got back. His only hope was convincing Sirius that he was with anyone other than Regulus Black.
He crept through the portrait hole, practicing a story in his mind. He was so focused on this task that he didn’t see the figure waiting for him in the common room until–
“James.”
He jumped about a mile. Sirius was sitting there by the fire, looking expectant.
“Ah! Uh, Pads!” He said, voice full of false cheer. “I was, um….out with…” His mind raced, trying to figure out what to say.
It was then that Sirius held up the Marauders Map, a single eyebrow raised as he gave James a knowing look.
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happy disability pride month to anyone with invisible disabilities btw you are so so valid. as someone who has had judgement in the past for "not being disabled enough" and who has been accused of faking my disability, I do understand how hard it can be. but I see you and I love you for everything you are <3
Sirius draw intricate tattoos on Remus’ back with henna and begs him to get each one tattooed, but Remus doesn’t because he knows Sirius would want to draw more
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"In the tents, the pain is not limited to losing our homes; it also means enduring the intense heat day after day. Bodies exhausted by hardship, and children searching for a patch of shade to protect them from the scorching sun, while patience remains our only weapon in the face of this suffering.💔⛺☀️"
"Hey, whoa," James said, putting out his arms to try and fend off the swarm of girls who were pressing a little too close for comfort.
"But Jamie—"
"My name's James," he chuckled, still managing to smile as he tried to walk towards the quidditch changing tents. "Hey, why don't you talk to Peter? I hear he's looking for a girlfriend."
"Thanks mate," Peter grinned, waving from at the edge of the crowd, beside Sirius and Remus. Sirius rolled his eyes, hanging off Remus's arm, and gesturing for them to go somewhere else as they clearly weren't getting through the crowd of girls to say hi.
"I really need to go get changed," James said, still smiling, but making more of an effort now to actually push away from the girls. They continued to press forward though, so he shrugged, glanced to see how far he had to go to get to the changing tents, and ran for it.
He reached it, ducking inside and spelling the tent flaps shut from anyone trying to get in. That done, he finally took a breath.
"Well, the quidditch celebrity has arrived," someone said drily from across the room.
"Regulus," James gave a tired grin of relief, striding over to him.
"Wait— hey, you stink!" Regulus protested as James scooped him up in a hug. "Stop!"
"Mwha!" James said, making a loud kissing sound as he placed a kiss on his cheek. "You played amazing in the game, love. I can't believe you caught the snitch so early!"
"Well, we still didn't win the game," he grumbled, putting on a half hearted act of trying to wriggle out of James's embrace.
"It's not your fault your teams chasers suck," James said, shrugging. "You're the best player for sure."
"Thanks," Regulus said, blushing. Somehow he still hadn't gotten used to the compliments even after they'd been dating for a whole year. "But I didn't like seeing you with all those girls outside. They were way too close."
"That's their fault," James protested. "I was trying to escape them, you must have seen me running!"
Regulus managed to keep a straight face for a second longer before his facade broke.
"I know," he said, nuzzling his face into James's neck. "You still stink by the way."
"I can tell you hate it," James grinned as he felt the warm tickle of air across his neck that told him Regulus was inhaling his smell.
"Go shower," Regulus scowled, pushing him away and crossing his arms.
"Want to join me?" James raised an eyebrow.
Regulus turned his back, stalking across to his own shower, but not quite managing to hide the pinkness in his cheeks.
1) Vaping is confirmed to cause cancer. Vaping coats the lungs with toxic substances, such as heavy metals and benzene, which are known to cause cancer
2) Many vapes contain diacetyl, which, when inhaled causes popcorn lung, or scarring of the lung
3) Ultrafine particles, when being inhaled, can be lodged in the trachea (not good!)
4) Ultrafine particles can also constrict the arteries in the lungs potentially causing A HEART ATTACK
5) Vaping is relatively new. Not much studies have been done in comparison to tobacco. Plus, the vaping companies are powerful people. There is a large chance that they are purposely downplaying and even burying any evidence that vaping is harmful - just like the tobacco companies before them. They do not care about you, or your health, or the truth. They only care for money
Please I’m begging yall as an asthmatic, your fruit-flavored vapor will still give people around you who are smoke-sensitive attacks. So will weed. Don’t do it inside; if you’re at a bus stop or something try to not stand right next to people or move downwind of them if you can.
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The Pitt is baby's first fandom for so many people. Wdym I should hate Langdon, because he was stealing pills and treating patients high? I was 9 years old watching Dr House pop 3 stolen Vicodin with a half bottle of Whiskey and then treating the Black Plague. Who am I to judge?
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