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davidtennan-t · 5 months
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don’t look at me
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kate-komics · 1 year
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I only cried twice while drawing this.
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navnae · 1 year
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This is eating me up inside, I genuinely want to know why is Steve so okay with putting himself down and everyone just thinks it’s fine? Like no one questions why he thinks so lowly of himself even though he’s done a lot to prove that he’s more than what the show let on. I think it’s weird how in a conversation he’ll slip in comments about himself that are negative. I also think it’s so gross that he can’t have a moment of confusion without being disrespected and I know it’s supposed to be funny but at a certain point someone should really ask “is Steve okay?” I can bet money that the answer won’t be yes.
I also want to add how come Eddie (someone who doesn’t even know Steve from a can of paint other than school) find something nice to say about him and not put him down. This also adds to my list why I think steddie is real but that’s for another time
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2armsnaheartbeat · 2 years
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sorrowsofsilence · 4 months
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Handsome, handsome, men
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bruisedboys · 1 year
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so I injured my wrist and had to wash my hair one handed and I’m just thinking about how james would not let that happen.
he’d wash your hair for you even if he’s already showered himself, standing outside the shower while you stand under the spray, his shirt getting all wet from the shower water. he hardly cares, even when it gets so wet he has to change it completely. and he definitely spends way more time on your hair than he needs to, scrubbing shampoo into it as if it’s his life’s mission yo get your hair as clean as possible. he’d dry your hair for you too, and if you have curls he’ll scrunch your curls for you and put in all your special products. and he’ll re-wrap your wrist for you afterwards :(((
and like. just in general, if you injure your wrist or your hand james is suddenly doing everything for you. anything that could possibly put strain on your injury he’s gonna do for you. buttering your toast in the morning. zipping and unzipping your clothes. doing up the clasp on your bra because it hurts when you reach around your back like that. tying up your hair for you!!!! omg. he braids it so it’s out of your face and if it looks a little wonky so what? ugh I’m thinking thoughts. also this is self indulgent I’m sorry <3
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yesiamreallyanangel · 2 years
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nanaonmars · 8 months
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i just watched marry my dead body and. i’m a wreck. WHEN HE GOT THAT CUP THAT SAID LEGALIZE GAY MARRIAGE 😭😭 i was hoping for an “in another life” end credit scene 💔💔. i have so many emotions about this omg
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daylightlvrs · 7 months
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i love them so much
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http-paprika · 5 months
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All American Bitch / Alex Keller
my submission for @glitterypirateduck ‘s Alex Keller Challenge, with the prompts I don’t care what they say, you can do better than that, are you flirting or starting a fight, and is this what you wanted
wc 1260 / pairing alex keller x f!reader / warnings swearing, suggestive content but nothing graphic / reader's digression advised
summary after being snubbed countless times by your supervisor, alex decides to help you alleviate your rage.
notes yes the title and fic are inspired by the olivia rodrigo song. alex refers to reader as boss but she's not his boss. he still works with the CIA in this fic and i have no idea how the CIA works, so, inaccuracies. also, i wrote this on my phone while i had nothing to do at work, so it’s not edited.
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It had been a long day, nauseatingly long as you finally managed to escape meeting after meeting, brutal briefings and overall snubbing you received from your supervisor. Your case, the one you’d spent months meticulously gathering intel, fighting tooth and nail to be given the resources needed to get off the ground, had been snatched right from under you. And all in favor of your supervisor’s asshole of a son who had spent the day gloating over the fact that it was now his case, and you would have to answer to him.
You fumed with rage, having forced yourself to hold it all in, you didn’t need to be punished further. The CIA had already beat you up enough, denying you promotions and undermining your work. And were it not for Laswell convincing you to stay, and your pretty boyfriend, you tell yourself you’d leave. It was clear enough that you were replaceable, they might not say it out loud, but your employers make it known. It didn’t matter how long you’d been there or how hard you worked, it was never enough for them.
“Hey! I finally got that report you asked for, was a little difficult, had to use some of my Keller charm but I—“ Alex enters your office— the one you shared with a co-worker who never showed up but still had his job— freezing and dropping his signature grin when he spotted the hot, red anger that painted your face.
“Give the report to Aarons.” You snap back at him, a little too harshly. Quickly, you reel yourself in, apologizing profusely to Alex. Because a girl like you always had to be forgiving and kind, even if you were angry at everything around you.
“Why’d I give it to Aarons? It’s not his case, you’re the leader, he’s just a glorified desk jockey.” Your boyfriend chuckles, dropping the manilla folder down on your desk while he leans against it. “Can’t even speak Arabic, the only reason he’s got a passport is so he can vacation in the Bahamas. The hell would he do in Urzikstan?”
Alex’s points only added fuel to your growing flame, reminding you that it was by name alone at Aarons had been handed over the job. The man was inexperienced, prideful, and would throw anyone under the bus to save his own ass, and with your horrid luck, it would be you if the mission went south.
“What’s wrong, boss? Why do you look like a firecracker that can’t explode?” He sobers up, wanting to find the root of the problem, like always. You’d compared him once to a loyal golden retriever and the image stuck in your mind since. It was almost endearing how eager Alex was to help you and keep you happy.
“Aarons is in charge of the mission from now on, they didn’t even say anything to me until this morning when they announced it to the whole team. I got fucking blindsided!” You exclaim, letting the anger seep into your words before recollecting yourself. “Sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to hear my complaining.”
If anyone else heard the complaining or the loud, violent anger, you knew you’d get written up. Giving your supervisor even more of a reason to take what you’d fought for and give to his trust fund son. And that pissed you off, you couldn’t have anything anymore it seemed, you couldn’t do anything without it being seen as wrong. Even your relationship with Alex had been criticized by your employers for being unprofessional, despite how many of your other co-workers dated around the office.
“Aren’t you the one who tells me I shouldn’t be making assumptions? So how do you know I don’t want to hear it? Come on, boss. Hit me with it, give me your best shot. I can handle a bit of anger, I’ve seen worse.” The last sentence made you raise an eyebrow, coming to realize that he was purposefully riling you up. Alex wanted to get under your skin, make you kick and scream until you’d blown off enough steam.
“I’m not doing this,” You state, annoyed by his proposition. The antics he could get away with, you didn’t have the luxury of. Alex was the star operative, he could do no wrong in the eyes of your supervisors. And sometimes, it rubbed you wrong.
“Aren’t you sick of being the better man, boss? Letting them walk all over you, taking away your credit? Come on, where’s your backbone? You can do better than that.” Taking deep breaths, you try to ignore him as he starts impersonating Aarons, waiting to see how long it would take you to finally let loose and scream. Alex knows you too well, knows how you swallow back your words and attempt to stay the picture perfect operator. Knows that despite your countless attempts, they wouldn’t see how talented and wonderful you were, not like he would.
“I told you, I’m not doing this.” Still though, you held back even as your anger ebbed away at you. He shook his head, amazed by your stubbornness and moved around the desk so that he was now behind you. His large hands resting on your shoulders, messaging them and loosening your tightened muscles.
“One way or another, I’m gonna get that frustration out of you boss. You’re just gonna decide how you want it.” His voice is like honey, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear before he moves his mouth down, peppering kisses underneath the collar of your shirt, leaving small marks where no one else but him would see.
“Alex—“ You groan, knowing the problems that could arise because of his behavior. “Someone’s gonna see.”
“So? Let them, boss, I don’t care what they say. They’re jealous of you anyway, how smart you are—“ He says, sucking on your tender skin, causing you to reach up and grab onto his hair. “—How talented you are, how fucking gorgeous you look when you’re working. You make me the luckiest man in this whole goddamn place.”
His instant praises continue as he moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, squeezing and running his hands over your soft skin. You can feel the tension easing, your head spinning as he kisses along your jaw. “Feeling better yet, boss? Or do you need more?”
You bite back a moan as his hands grip at the sensitive skin, moving them up under your bra and kneading. His mouth never lets up, staying attached to your neck, alternating from biting and kissing. After you squeeze your eyes shut, you think you’re seeing stars right there in your office, and when he abruptly stops you let out an annoyed huff.
“Is this what you wanted?” You ask him, having come completely undone and turning into a panting, shivering mess. Your body aching for the warmth of his hands.
Cupping your chin, Alex makes you look up at him, his pale blue eyes gleaming along with a smirk on his face. “I don’t know. Did I instill enough confidence in you to go get what’s yours?”
“Is this an attempt at flirting with me, or getting me to start a fight with Aarons?” His smirk manages to grow bigger at your question, and he bends down pressing a kiss on your lips.
“I support women’s rights. And wrongs, boss. Give him fucking hell if you want.”
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secretsandlabrats · 3 months
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“You’re the closest thing that I have to family”
“Daisy?”
SCREAMING, GAUGING MY EYES OUT, PUKING, BDIDBEJSKDH WHAT?? HELLO?
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navnae · 1 year
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I like to think that when it comes to Eddie calling Steve “big boy” means that he thinks very highly of him and it was obvious that there was a form of attraction there that would make him even come up with a nickname for him in the first place. I’m just rambling at this point but I really love the idea that Eddie only come up with nicknames for people he cares about and that he feels comfortable with meaning that even when the amount of time Steve and Eddie spent together was short he still managed to feel some form of comfort around him, plus respecting the way Steve carry himself and his protective nature for everyone around him.
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ascendingtostardust · 5 months
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girl-hwat · 6 months
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and like the idea that since the TARDIS experiences all time and space at once, and even has power as a memory
it’s like she’s got a little, safe, warm pocket for every version of the doctor, every one of his friends, and oh how she loves them
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thranduel · 1 year
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how am i supposed to rewatch stranger things knowing that noah and will both started to discover and accept themselves at the same time? how am i supposed to rewatch the scenes in season 1 where characters talk about will and use homophobic slurs while now knowing these are things noah probably had to deal with too at such a young age? how am i supposed to rewatch the “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” scene and see will’s face as he looks absolutely shattered? how am i supposed to watch will break down during the van scene after confessing his love for his best friend and admitting that he sometimes feels like a mistake for being different? how am i supposed to watch jonathan remind will he’ll always love him no matter what and then seeing will burst into tears because this is the first time he’s felt truly accepted for who he is?
this entire time, it wasn’t just will going through these things alone, but it was also noah. he would’ve understood everything will went through and all the fear and struggles and emotions that came with figuring himself out and that makes everything hit so much harder. i really hope noah knows how loved and appreciated he is and how proud we all are of him.
noah and will, we love you SO much 🫶🏼
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gonna tell my kids this was pit babe the series
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