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cher-rei · 2 months

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afterglow- pt.5 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 5.4k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]

notes: it's finally here!! only took like 70 years.

a few months had passed since you were first employed. it was now late november, and oh boy had it been an interesting yet stressful few months not just for you, but the team as well.

robbo and thiago were out due to injuries, and there was no telling when they were coming back. your mum was breathing down your neck all the way from london, asking when you were finally coming to visit seen as it's been nearly a year, your nephew alex was sick with chicken pox and in order to stay in your healthy state you decided to stay with your dad for 2 weeks.

and now you were sitting in the booth beside clara, your knee bouncing up and down as you watched manchester city eat your team up alive with 30 minutes left on the clock.

how fun.

oh, and did I mention that you and trent hadn't gotten the opportunity to have a proper conversation in nearly 2 weeks...

it was going so well. there wasn't really telling what "it" was, but you felt it. you felt it whenever he smiled at you, whenever he replied to you story or commented on your Instagram posts, when he would ask you to join him for his session in the gym instead of taking your break in the cafeteria— and sure as hell when he gave you that look.

the one you caught him giving you from the other side of the room. even if you weren't looking you could feel his gaze boring into your head and it took every nerve in your body not to look back at him. you were too afraid of drowning yourself in even more delusions.

but that bit of time that you shared was cut short after a surprise appearance at the luton match two weeks prior.

the surprise was dressed in a liverpool jersey with trent's number at the back and by the look on his face when he saw, it didn't take a lot for you to realise that it was his jersey.

you don't even know how she got into the tunnel, but she didn't waste a second and jumped into his arms. you watched his facial expression flicker from utter confusion to slight hurt. but why?

she pulled away from the hug and beamed up at him, "did you miss me?"

that was a sign to keep your distance.

there wasn't anything going on between you anyway. perhaps just a slight moment, a flicker of something more, but it didn't last, and you didn't bother either.

before you knew it, the ref had finally blown the whistle for full-time not too long after trent managed to score a goal. that boy was nothing short of a miracle.

"I think we need to consider putting haaland into a temporary coma," you suggested jokingly as you followed ali and virgil through the tunnel and of course only ali found it somewhat funny, whereas virgil narrowed his eyes at you.

you raised your hands in defense, "I was kidding."

the team's captain let out an unconvincing hum and opened the changing room door for you to enter before the post-match interview. he continued to go on about how the team just wasn't on their a game today, meaning that their heads were all elsewhere.

"we were nervous that's all, and I'm sure the stats will be more of a tell tale for that," he said and sat down on the bench with a sigh.

you let out a scoff, "save that for the interview not me. but seriously," your face scrunched in slight emphathy, "they were practically walking through you."

virgil sat up at the comment and was just about to answer when someone else chimed in. "first of all!"

your head dropped at the sound of cutis' voice as he entered the room. "you try running around for 90 minutes with expectations as big as virgil's forehead."

the room fell silent, and you immediately expected virgil to have curtis stuffed inside one of the lockers, but to everyone's surprise, he just nodded in agreement.

after a few minutes of banter, virgil left for the post-match interview, leaving everyone else to gather their things and get them to the bus which you were more than delighted to do. it had been a tiring week, work hours were insane even though you were barely at the office.

if you weren't prepping for the extra content that you'd be shooting the following week, then you were making phone calls to sponsors, answering journalists, finalising any media content that needed to put out on time or overseeing practices then you were sleeping.

even now as you were sitting on the bus beside dominik, while your eyes averted their focus from your laptop that was situated on your lap to your phone in your hand with clara's chat open.

"okay, I see you, multitasker," he said with an impressed chuckle that managed to make your eyes roll. he leaned over your shoulder a bit to get a better look at the email displayed on your laptop screen.

"dear ms carter," he began with mock enthusiasm. "regarding my previous email blah blah-- boring."

you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his lack of interest, knowing very well how he felt. "is this all you do? reply to boring emails?"

your nose scrunched in disagreement at the question. "without these boring emails you'd be living in shambles. and besides," a sigh escaped your lips as you finished typing your response. "my job is more than just emails. I get to travel, I get to meet awesome people--"

"--awesome people like me of course," dominik interjected with a grin and you pursed your lips.

"I was talking about literally anyone else."

"she was talking about me!" mo yelled from the back and you nodded in absolute agreement.

"so are you making the trip or not?"

you've been on the same phone call for the past ten minutes, trying to be reasonable with someone as stubborn as a 7-year-old before their bedtime on a friday.

and you were starting to think that winning this battle was pointless, because he'd get his way regardless.

"I have a busy schedule, bro I've been telling you this. I start filming today and--"

"--you can take two days off jamie. please."

you let out an exasperated sigh as you stepped out onto the training field, where the camera crew were setting up, and giving the team a rundown of how today was going to play out.

"I still have a job to do you know? just because they're not playing doesn't mean I don't have things to do," your answer came out more sarcastic than you intended but he just wasn't listening.

"you're lucky that I didn't ask for you to stay the entire month and asked for a weekend instead. I'd be happy with anything at this point."

okay, he had a point there. and you were starting to get fed up with this back and forth, knowing that you weren't going to get your way.

you barely found time for yourself, but now that you though about it an off weekend didn't sound too bad.

you let out a sigh, "I still need to go back home to london to see my mum."

a loud bang echoed through the receiver end, "you'll find time to see her. the flight is already booked, you'll be gone by tuesday and back for thursday for your match. you won't be missing out."

once again, there was no point in arguing so you just hummed in response, a ghost of a smile present on your lips. "you better make that week worth it."

what was the point in staying for a few days? might as well stay from the tuesday till the following monday. you already told jurgen about it, complaining about how persistent the boy was being but the team's manager wasn't helping your case and instead suggested that you go.

"don't be boring jamie. it's not like we're going to die on this side without you."

"week??" the excitement was evident in his voice, and you tried so hard to fight back a smile, but what came next was enough to make you beam.

"that goal will be for you, i promise. i'll even do some stupid shit to make sure everyone knows that it's for you."

fucking sweet talker.

"shut up, I'm leaving bye."

when you ended the call, you were immediately called over by one of the directors so you could be miced up. you spent a few minutes running through the agenda for the team's newest series, Up! The Reds!

it took forever to think of a good name so don't even. you had the entire media team sit in for a meeting just for a good title until you just settled for this one. it was a process okay...

every week, along with Inside Training, an episode of at least 30 minutes would be uploaded where the team would compete in various challenges and games against each other with you as a host. so for this week's episode, you figured that you'd start out with a field day segment.

three legged races, sack races, an egg and spoon race, and musical chairs.

nothing like grown men doing preschool field day challenges.

spamjam._. added to their story

"welcome to the first episode of Up! The Reds!"

you heard a snort from the group of boys on either side of you. "that's the title?" curtis called out, trying to suppress his laughter and you forced a smile at the camera.

"how about you stop talking and let me do my job?" you asked passive-aggressively, the smile deepening into that of irritation and he quickly apologised and cleared his throat, ushering for you to continue.

when you were finally done with the introduction, you had everyone play a quick of rock paper scissors to split them into pairs for the first game, the three legged race.

"okay so we have kostas and macca, mo and ibou--" a laugh escaped your lips as you paired the two up and handed them the bandana, ibou taking it with a heavy sigh and a head shake.

he walked mo's way, complaining about how he was going to have him dragging on the floor but everyone was too busy laughing to even consider that slight issue. "It's for the entertainment, it's fine," virgil spoke up and pat him on the back.

you cleared your throat and got back to reading out the groups with a smile. "dom and jarell, cody and darwin, ali and virgil- oh I love that. joe and endo, and lastly curtis and shorty."

harvey walked past you with a look of disgust, obviously having to look up at you. "I hate you."

"what?" you bent down a bit and put you hand to your ear. "I can't hear you."

that had the entire media crew doubling over, and you couldn't help but feel a swarm of warmth spread through your chest. you didn't quite know why, but you didn't ponder and let the moment flow naturally.

once everyone had calmed down, you clutched tighter onto the last bandana in your hand when trent spoke up. "what about me?"

a smile drew to your lips and you lifted the bandana in your hand, waving it from side to side. "you're with me. it's bonding time. literally."

it didn't take too long for everyone to actually get into the line. the winners would be decided via process of elimination, two pairs at a time until there was a winning team. nothing complicated. the first pairs to compete with each other were ali and virgil, and kostas and macca.

the rest of the team sat along the side to watch the race, cameras out and excited smiles while they cheered for their teammates. the distance that they were wasn't too long you hoped, but you needed something good enough for their too be a struggle.

"ready... set... go!" you blew your whistle and they were off with waddles and screams of struggle. it was a mess right from the get-go and you loved every bit of it.

you watched as virgil and ali struggled, and surprisingly kostas and macca were in the lead.

while they screamed and tried to find a rhythm, nearly tipping over multiple times, kostas and macca's counting could be heard as they kept their determined eyes on the ground. "one, two. one, two. one, two."

the early afternoon air was filled with laughter and screaming as everyone enjoyed the array of games that were set out for them. from an absolute mess, and nearly breaking their legs in the three-legged race, and to the smart idea of playing catch with am egg, to endo rolling around in the sack to finish line instead of hopping, and to the wwe showdown of musical chairs that you won.

"you cheater," trent said as he got up from the floor while you sat on the last chair, a proud smile on your face as the rest of the team applauded you.

he walked over to you with a smile of disbelief, trying to argue his point. "you can't kick the chair away and throw me to the floor. that's such a foul."

you shrugged innocently, "tactics my boy."

you wrapped up filming after 4 hours, and you were happy to say that everyone had a good time. it was finally time to go home though, and you needed a shower immediately.

you bid your goodbyes to everyone and hopped into your car without a second thought, your mind drifting off until you got home to hear the most heartwarming call of your name.

"jamie!"

"alex!"

when you were done settling in for the evening, as usual, you spent some time cutting down on the clips of today's filming before you could send them back to the filming crew for final editing. you sat at your desk with one leg up on your chair covered by a blanket and some snacks as you watched through the clips.

you caught yourself laughing more than you hoped. you thought back to your time in the field during all of this, and a smile drew to your lips, then you felt your eyes fixate on someone. your eyes unknowingly followed his every motion, watching as the distance between the two of you decreased as you spoke to each other.

it felt a bit awkward at first when you partnered up with trent but as time progressed the atmosphere eased back into its comfortability. in the moment it didn't feel like much because your mind was occupied with other things but now that you were watching everything back, you could get a closer look at certain things. and then you caught it.

the look.

you were trying to help darwin get the egg on the spoon, standing nowhere near trent but his eyes were on you. a glint of something in his eyes. but that was the issue.

it was only something. the feeling was frustrating, and it was worse that you couldn't even act on it. he had a girlfriend or whatever she was. her name was skylar, and judging by the look robbo gave her the day she came back— she must've done something wrong.

normally you would let this thing with trent play out and entertain it out of curiosity but you had to push your feelings to the side and suck up whatever pride you had and accept that he had someone... kind of.

a heavy sigh left your lips and you ran your fingers through your hair. "fucking hell jamie."

just as you were about to shut off your pc and take refuge under your bed covers, your phone began to ring. it was almost pitiful to see how quickly you answered the call the second you saw it was trent.

"hey, are you busy?"

your breath hitched at the sound of his voice.

pathetic.

your eyes roamed your room in contemplation. "uh, no. I just finished cutting down some clips for editing." you blinked a few times at the silence, "why?"

trent's chuckle vibrated through the speaker and you swear you could feel it in your stomach. "I just felt like calling you."

your eyes widened a fraction. "oh."

OH????

"yeah." there was a beat of silence, neither of you knowing what to say. "do you want to go for a drive?"

#trent alexander arnold fluff #footballer imagine #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold x reader #footballer x reader #liverpool x reader #fanfic #football imagine #footballer x you #trent alexander arnold fanfic #afterglow trent alexander arnold #friends to lovers #cherrei writes

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phaeton-flier · 1 month

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You are 70/30 Dems winning the Presidency in 2024!! Explain yourself, why is Nate Silver an idiot ^_^

Alright, this was a gut level response. Starting from 50/50, because I think Biden has a better chance than Trump, I think public sentiment is lagging the improving economy by ~6 mo, I think "Biden is old" is going to get to be less of a thing as he and Trump debate and Trump's own mental faculties start getting called into question (If you think he's actually got a faulty brain watch some actual speeches of his and not just a few gaffes from the Obama Administration Gaffe Machine. The problems with him being old are him having some out of time political positions.) I think a lot of the "voters say Biden's age is a problem" are less solidly-held positions and more responses to it being repeated in the news cycle, and that's a position

I think the Israel/Palestine situation will be less of a drag not because a miracle occurs but just because it lags out of people's minds/his (real and perceived) position shifts as time goes on, and certain major left wing figures push against protest votes (Bernie's already done this). This sucks and I wish the answer was "Biden pulls a solution out of the bag and stops the genocide".

Trump's legal situation is likely to start really being a factor in people's minds, I think a lot of the voting public isn't aren't aware of the seriousness of the charges and they just sorta assume it's all mudslinging. I disagree with the occasionally thrown around view that he can just turn it all into an attack on him; Sure, some of the major base will believe that but I think the median voter is gonna start raising eyebrows. The money issue he's going thru right now isn't going to help matters, especially as he's made paying his legal fees the first payment tranche of donations. Filling the RNC with his own picks does not speak top competent picks.

I know it's a common criticism, but I kinda think Nate Silver's let punditry outweigh data, and from what I've seen his position here doesn't seem as data driven as it was before. Biden was A-Tier since he announced according to Nate's own podcast back in the day, and that's something that's only improved by incumbency; Trump, meanwhile, has the disadvantage of not being able to run like he was in 2016 because people know his actual presidency, mired though it is through the mind of the average voter.

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junior-high-rui-official · 3 months

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( //tws for bullying and suicide mentions under the cut. )

...

Rui walks down the hallway after lunch, dragging his feet. He hadn't eaten, instead opting to go up to the rooftop and spend the lunch break with Mizuki.

He really, truly did not want to be here. He'd have liked to skip class again, but...

[after getting a 70 on a language quiz? pathetic, really...I need to be spending more time in class, maybe...]

He's suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by the approaching sound of footsteps behind him. Or, perhaps more sinister- the sound of giggling that tends to accompany it.

He turns around, and three students approach him.

"Oi, look! Kamishiro kept her hair brushed for more than a week! It's a miracle!"

He feels someone grab him by his hair, causing his head to jerk backwards and nearly throwing him off balance.

Someone in the group laughs and mimics his near-fall.

A bright light flashes in his face. He's being recorded.

"wow, yeah, not a tangle in this thing. Hey, are you sure you're the Kamishiro we know?"

His hair is pulled again, and this time he's actually knocked off balance. the trio erupts in laughter.

He hits the ground, and reminds himself not to open his mouth.

[It'll be fine. Just let them have what they want of you. Be the bigger person. Don't be angry. Why are you angry? Stop feeling that way. Stop it. Don't react. Don't react. Don't react.]

"Yeah, are you feeling alright? You really haven't been acting like yourself lately! Especially after you bombed that quiz."

Rui purses his lips.

[Rumors really do travel like wildfire here, huh? I'd ask how they know, but... it's not like it matters.]

"Do you have to choose between getting good grades or acting like a functional human being? Is that what it is?"

"pfft, imagine not being able to brush your hair and get a quiz right in the same day... embarrassing. I'd kill myself."

"she's tried that one already!"

More laughter.

...Rui's eyes are beginning to sting.

"How come you never went through with that? It's like for once you had the right idea about something, and you still blew it. I know your fellow weirdo stopped you, but, like, why'd you listen? Unless you were gonna stop acting like this."

The person speaking to him doesn't seem satisfied with his response - or lack thereof - and opts to kick him in the stomach.

"answer me, you fucking creep! Why won't you talk? I swear, your brain doesn't work right."

The person hits the side of his head a few times, and then crouches down to his level, grabbing him by the chin.

"I'm not gonna go til you say something. You should have done it. Really, nobody wants people like you around here."

[oh, god, please, no...!]

Despite his pleas with his own body, a sob escapes his lips.

"hey, look, she's crying!"

There's yet more laughter as Rui's vision begins to blur with tears.

He's not quite sure why, but that along with a few more kicks - some of which will definitely bruise - seems to leave the pack of kids satisfied as they head off to their classes.

For a while, he just...sits there. He doesn't want to go to class, or leave, or even move. Honestly, if he could drop dead right there, that might have been ideal.

But he has to.

His phone fell a ways away when he got knocked over, so he gets up to grab it, checking the time.

...

He's late for his next class.

[That'll go on my report card...]

...

is it...even worth it?

he murmurs aloud to himself, sinking down against the wall again with fresh tears in his eyes.

#rooftop whispers #tw bullying #tw sui mentioned

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 13 Migration

Spoilers Below

-Starting out on the boat

-Marinette wants to talk to Luka. I can already hear the screeching from here

-Luka's got jokes

-Luka got a degree in psychology during the last few weeks cause he playing therapist

-Points to Marinette for being self aware.

-And there is the guitar strumming.

-Luka being like "Nah bitch, you gave me material to work with.”

- you know I wonder why I’m so hard on Luka sometimes…

-Oh right! I remember he knows their identities and blatantly lied about it.

-at the very least, at least Luka sees what we the audience see.

-Adrien and Marinette are adorable

-Adrien’s therapy session. (Seriously someone get this boy legit therapy. He has gone through so much.)

-someone PLEASE tell them to remove their shoes on the bed. It’s gross.

-Adrien’s main worry isn’t finding out the truth but worried it would make Marinette uncomfortable or hurt to do so. Damn that’s actually a fascinating contrast between their relationship with Marinette. Luka wanted the truth not caring what it was, while Adrien wants the truth but not the expense of Marinette. Fascinating

-Luka really said “Fuck the true selves narrative”

-JAGGED TOO! Seriously? Is he everyone’s therapist?! No wonder there are akuma everywhere! This Paris is actually a dystopia

-So Jagged is actually trying to be a better dad here, but knows he can’t stay cause him and anarke aren’t getting back together. Points for trying.

-Jagged and penny is sailing!

-Penny sounding like the only one with actual s*** to deal with but…

- PENNY TOO! Damn he should start charging. He’d make a boat load of cash (Hehehe)

-penny out here telling us she is in love with Jagged even though he is a disaster. Pfff problematic faves

-Can’t believe Luka figured out the 3 questions needed to be a successful therapist.

-not gonna lie. I was hoping Bob was next.

-Anarke YEETED HIM. I think she gave him a life preserver. That’s funny

-Luka really being ladynoir shipping trash

-Kitty section is mid. But Bob gonna be plottin

-Anarke being the only adult here. She is right.

-IT WAS A RUBBER DUCKY! That’s funny!

-okay, Luka being like “Mom…” and anarke saying she will stop throwing people overboard. HOW OFTEN DOES SHE DO THAT?!

-Bob roth pulling the “I was lying but now I’m honest” routine

-Luka…. You of all people shouldn’t trust him after silencer.

-They seriously signed it…

-These expressions will haunt my nightmares

-They really should have read the contracts. Like seriously. Anarke, YOU OF ALL PEOPLE could have read it.

-Bob roth came prepared to be yeeted that time. I gotta respect the play.

-Damn, that contract is Disney evil.

-Now there’s Luka looking visibly distraught. Now this is what I wanted from silencer

-Monarch out here loving the pain and suffering

-Silencer 2.0 let’s go!

-So Monarch Can’t read minds, but he can read emotions, picking up that Luka was trying to hide the fact he knew who ladybug and chat noir are! Oh damn!

-He smashed the guitar! Well karma’s a bitch Luka. You lost a guitar over it (but probably not cause miracle cure)

-How did Bob create duplicates so quickly?!

-Monarch really said he be settling today.

-I like the 70’s skeevy record producer look with gold. It works for Bobs villain form

-Rip guitar. I guess that’s 1 consequence of his actions.

-OH DAMN! Julrose confirmed!?

-oh… she loves her friends. Okay that’s just lesBaiting.

-HE YEETED HER INTO SPACE!

-Luka getting everyone to hide but having Marinette hide somewhere else. Marinette seemed sus of it but didn’t complain.

-Luka was Hinting hard there.

-Juleka!

-Screw you bob, Juleka’s music was low key heat.

-THE Rubber DUCKY! Also Bob is right. That Ducky mix tape slapped

-He put it with his golden records. Amazing

-Mood chat noir

-Pigeon record was not a hit

-Luka revealed that He knows ladybug’s Marinette to ladybug.

-Marinette didn’t get it right away.

-THERE IT IS

-and she blames herself.

-Oh look at that he doesn’t get in trouble for when he blatantly lied to her about seeing the identities last season. WHAT A FUCKING SHOCK! (Sarcasm)

-so he got caught to distract him. So in other words they gambled that he wouldn’t blab in his heart’s song immediately.

-Bob Really thought ladybug and chat noir would protect him?! That’s amusing

- And here we have Luka being ‘Noble’ by saying he has to leave. (At least Adrien found out he knew)

- Jagged quitting the Rockstar life to be with his son. Juleka is in charge of kitty section.

-Price of blatantly lying about knowing ladybug’s identities. ( One Guitar, and a world trip)

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4/10

If I ignored my bias probably 6/10.

I’m still mad Luka basically got off scot free. I was waiting for at least SOMEONE to yell at him. But no. We got nobody mad at him. He gets a hero sacrifice. And while this was Luka’s best season, he still has s*** to own up to. Aside from that the episode was entertaining but also kind of mid. Also I’m salty about the Julrose fake out.

That being said.

Bye blue boy.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml migration #ml migration spoilers #ml spoilers #Luka couffaine

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sayakxmi · 1 month

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[Magi reread] Night 70: Bird

Yeaah, wasn't exactly feeling very Magi lately. Or anything. Kinda hard to go back to normal uni mode from a winter break, so I was busy trying to make sense of my sleeping schedule, which, frankly, is still shit, but, hey, I'm doing my best here XD

Also, damn, I really like that new blog theme. It's so readable. For me, at least. No regrets.

But anyway, the actual chapter.

RIP Alibaba's Weapon DE burnt arms, you will be missed by ME, because I thought they were super cool.

Tbh, I don't think it evolved? I've always read it as Alibaba not mastering it fully, actually. I mean, most DE's cover the body better, and later naturally transform into Full-Body DEs. So, basically, it wasn't until that moment that he actually reached Weapon Djinn Equip.

Low blow.

Well, fuck

Very good catch, Morgiana.

Tbh, I don't think they would've died... Or at least, I don't think Sinbad would've died, cuz I think Alibaba could've cushioned him a little, but it also probably would've really sucked for him, too. Like, from that hit, his spine could've broken, probably...

Actually, damn, the fact that Alibaba's didn't break. Or, damn, shouldn't he have some head trauma? By now he probably should've. Anyway, but also I checked the previous page, and from the way he hit the wall, he sort of avoided hitting his head, but god damn, the fact that his spine is fine after this is a goddamn miracle.

You know, I really think it's pretty cool. Just, these two working together. Idk, man, I'm always weak for Sinbad and Alibaba.

It took me an embarrassing moment to realize he was being pulled by Djinn!Cassim's gravity powers...

This entire part deserved to be here. I love how aware he is that he can't do it yet, and just braces himself for a hit... that never comes.

10/10. And the fact that SAHBMAD is commanding them.

When did you get back there.

Also, love how he's so concerned for them, but Sinbad calms him down.

-claps- You go, guys

I genuinely love how desperate the situation is, and how everybody's trying, anyway.

Lowkey made me think about Honkai Impact 3rd's "Everlasting Flames" animated short. There's that quote "We're connected by this sword. It will burn up the darkness to make way for light!". Feels quite fitting.

Like, it has nothing to do with each other, obviously, but I just thought it was fun.

JUDAR FUCKING JUMPSCARE

Like, I genuinely forgot he appears here.

Also, damn, Alibaba gets no breaks, does he?

I love that Sinbad's immediately next to him.

Alibaba, being the normalest guy around: Al-Thamen: Nope, we can't have that.

Jokes aside, yeah, dude's not wrong. Alibaba might be nothing special compared to behemots like Sinbad or Kouen, but he's got an ungodly amount of willpower when push comes to shove, and is smart enought to maneuver himself in difficult situations. Tho the fact that he seems so unremarkable is also to his benefit, since people tend to underestimate him.

But Al-Thamen doesn't. It makes sense for them - they've been running the world from the shadows for hundreds of years. They know that just because somebody might not look like they can amount to much, doesn't mean they aren't capable of it. And Alibaba's given them the proof of it. He went not only against fate they'd envisioned, but also against the one Sinbad had. He is a threat-in-making.

Well, yeah, the situation really fucking sucks. I've said it before & I'm saying it again, I like how Alibaba isn't fucking fooling himself into believing he can do this... but at the same time, he doesn't give up. He has to do this, somehow. He just doesn't know how yet. And it's well in line with his characterization, just like his talk with Cassim about avoiding bloodshed. He doesn't know yet, but he will figure something out. There's too much to lose if he doesn't.

I mean, yeah, somebody had to handle this.

"That's...?"

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Like, bro, what do I say. This fucking sucks.

HIT ITAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I NEED A HERO~!

You know I had to.

#saya's magi reread #magi #alibaba saluja

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ghostlyhamburger · 9 months

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Husband Watches Miraculous Ladybug - Miracle Queen

You know there's some people in Marinette's class who should have been at that party that weren't there. Like Alya, her mom works at the hotel. And Max, his mom is the train operator and the chauffeur I think?

I hate Miracle Queen's design. It's not super bad, but it's got too much Style Queen which I did dislike.

I like that they address why Alya's mom wasn't there. They're having a nice family thing with Nino there. and her dad looks so out of place.

So it's a super amped up version of her poison sting except now it creates drones.

God Audrey's legs are like 70% of her body.

"You're still thinking of Adrien, aren't you?" Yeah cause he's better than you, and you know it.

God that river is SO green.

I'm actually really interested in this episode. It's a really good followup.

Wow let's just fuck up everyone's secret identity.

You know who's wearing some of the miraculouses!

I think the game is actually supposed to take place after this. That would explain her anger and willingness to work with Hawkmoth. it doesn't make sense before.

"Of all the plans I concocted, I never wanted this." Bull fucking shit.

If he wasn't a dick, the miraculous could have been repaired by the dude right in fromt of him.

Is this really the time to be having a breakdown?

She's held like ten powers at once!

I really like that unified design.

How are you gonna give the power to the cat? Ah. Water bubble.

Now give the snake to the cat.

Oh she's actually doing it!

That's an interesting design. It's a bit Marvel.

Oh he's just in the sun now this is fine

I wonder if cataclysming the miraculous hurts Pollen at all?

I'm liking how they show that the usage of the powers drains the kwamis.

Oh we're getting to see the other kwamis. This is going to go poorly.

Yeah she technically only used water dragon.

Why do people say this show isn't shonen? This is literally the down up of shonen.

On Fu's part, it is a smart move. He can't give up the identities if he doesn't know them, but that's not something that we as the audience know. If the show had been more blatantly building her up as the new guardian, him teaching her, and the dangers of passing along the guardianship, then this would have been a good story. But instead of us knowing more than the characters, this feels like an ass pull. This doesn't feel like a win. it feels like Fu gave up. Which works really well for his character.

Hawkmoth is reacting here as if he knows what's going to happen. Why should he care what transferring the guardianship does? How does he know more than us?

Also he can just steal Wayzz there.

And then he just leaves? He's won!

Well I can tell who wrote this episode. The person who hates Chloe.

So Fu's just a random 180-something year old now. And this is the ending everyone's supposed to be sad about?

Nothing is fixed though. Nothing can progress from here. The only logical way for things to progress is none of those revealed miraculous holders can get those miraculouses again, because it's too risky. If we're going by actual superhero rules, those people should NEVER get those miraculouses again. But I know that's not gonna happen. This is a good season ender because one of the major plot points kind of got resolved? Sort of? But that's another ass pull because how did Mayura grab the tablet and know that the thing was on it? And why would Fu, who was so careful, be so stupid as to have an unlocked tablet that has a complete translation of the book?

But also it paints the writers into a corner because it can't give any of the heroes a new powerup unless they spend an entire season getting the tablet back, which I don't think they will.

It would've been a great present for Fu to have a box with the tablet in it that has a message from Fu as a goodbye and guiding them.

Fu's goodbye doesn't feel earned, this episode set feels like an ass pull, and I have never been more frustrated with this series. They can't use any of their old allies, the flip flopping of Chloe is so bad from episode to episode and apparently only gets worse from what you've told me

It's so fucking stupid

Argh

What are the byproducts of the memory erasure? Is it everything regarding miraculous or is it from before you were a guardian until now and now you're just suddenly old? It doesn't seem like complete erasure because he doesn't seem surprised that he's old, but going into the Marinette thing, clearly Marinette and Adrien are still endgame. That would be horrible for her to one day look at an old Adrien who she still loves and have no idea how they got together or why he calls her Milady. Does that sound like a happily ever after to you?

Oh that's a cute moment with Marianne.

This is supposed to be the writers going oooh what if Marinette and Adrien AREN'T supposed to be together? Bullshit. they literally have the soulmate kwamis.

#miraculous ladybug #ghostly's husband #husband watches miraculous ladybug #miracle queen

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travelogue day ??? 12/31/23

it was snowing when we left chicago. less of a tearful parting than usual since I’ll be back before they know it in the fall and probably impossible to get rid of. felt like a christmas miracle. bad roads and low vis in indiana.

strange pink light in the sky over Delta Ohio turned out to be giant marijuana greenhouses (???)

stopped at the commodore perry for a bagel and fries. stepped out into the rain slick night feeling strangely invigorated. stuck in close proximity to dad for uncomfortable conversation re: deadlines. hate the way he talks to me sometimes: like I’m careless, lazy, irresponsible— like all my hard work means precisely jack shit. I wish I wasn’t scared of him sometimes. We got pulled over shortly after than just eleven minutes from the hotel. Left camera running just in case. We were apparently doing 82 in a 65 but she marked us down for a 70.

listening to the sound of early fireworks in the rain and hoping for a twilight zone broadcast. it’s the only part of new year’s I like.

#travelogue

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( marvelling at awful miracles | mcu v. )

the first time it happens is when everything else is changing too. with both parents gone, a half-brother going off the rails, and a complicated network of status to keep up with, there's a six-year-old girl desperate for a safety. an escape. well, everyone knows what they say about wishes. there's four years of having an entirely other life that started in both 1924 and 1991, leaving decades between her and her closest friends, before thea has any idea of what's actually going on. she has no idea, of course, that it's been real the whole time or who exactly the boys are other than bucky and steve, because it didn't matter. she didn't know anyone like that before meeting them, and the connections weren't made until a history project in class. she wants to at least tell tony, to make sure she isn't going crazy, but finds the words won't come out. every time she tries either he's pulling away or something entirely different comes out of her mouth. or nothing at all, horrifingly. she's ten years old when she realizes that she knows these two boys are going to die, and there's nothing she can do to save them. because it turns out, the same thing happens when trying to talk to them about it. she got really sick, once, mute for almost two weeks in both lives. she collapsed another. whatever was letting this happen wouldn't give her the grace to help on either end, so she resolves to stay and give everything else that she can. and it's a resolve that works well for another six years. then it gets harder to stay. the gaps between seeing them get longer, and thea fights to keep what she can because she doesn't want to lose anyone else. but by the end of 1936, she stops being able to go at all. there's only the life in the 21st century left, and everything keeps changing. getting more serious. getting more dire. and, she finds, she still can't talk to anyone about the life she's now lost.

this verse has a lot going on it. thea is the daughter of howard stark, making her tony's half-sister and younger by 15 years. around the time of howard and maria's deaths in dec. 1991, thea's powers start to awake and she finds herself time-shifting to an era where bucky and steve are kids. she simultaneously grows up alongside them as well as on her own through the '90s and early '00s, unable to warn them about what's coming or tell anyone in the future that she's got an entirely separate life. this secondary life is aliased Dorothea Strand not by her choosing, but as the name that comes out when she goes to introduce herself for the first time as kids. thankfully she's still able to shorten this to thea.

much later down the line ( after steve is out of the ice and the avengers have been avengering, but before the events around the fall of shield ), thea starts experiencing a new time-shift aliased as Talia Starikova that exists in the late 60s to early 70s, in the Red Room and under the tutelage of (among others) the Winter Soldier. there's a lot that happens during this second time-shift era, though it is a massive surprise when the fall of shield happens and its found out that bucky is still alive in 2014. talia's experiences do a lot of damage to thea, resulting in a current day flurry of guilt, nightmares, phantom pains, and more.

her general life as anthea stark is keeping her private life to herself as best she can, and putting on a show for the public to enjoy. she often gets called " the good child " to tony's " the screw-up genius " but keeps a mostly frank and honest relationship with him. she's terrified to lose tony after everything else that's happened in her life, and it greatly pains her to have no real way to tell him about her abilities no matter how hard she tries.

additional note: much of the timeline of events i will refer to is the same general one in use on my marvel multi, but can be plotted around on. the most important notes are that bucky has a trial post-ws, which results in cw and everything after largely not happening.

THIS VERSE AND BLOG ARE NOT IW OR EG FRIENDLY. this includes all events derived from the spiralling effects of what happens post iw & eg.

#marvel verse #( exploring other gardens | verses )#( marvelling at awful miracles | mcu v. )#anti endgame #[ we'll toss that on there just in case ]#[ had to type at least one verse ff ]

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littleharpethcrossfit · 2 years

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Thursday, 21 July, 2022....... Warmup.....Military Press..... 12 Minute AMRAP.....Dips.

It twas a very warm and humid afternoon at the Barn. The Global warming crisis is upon us and we are certainly all going to burn up soon.

Warmup:

5 Minute EMOM

3 Burpees 4 Pull-Ups 5 Push-Ups

Military Press:

10 / 8 / 6 / 4 / 2

Overhead hold The Last Rep Of Each Set For 3 Seconds

Armando=165 Larry/Neal=155 Robert=135 Ed=130 Bernie/Chad=125 Smoothie=115 Coach/Dyer/Tom=105 Herb=100 Timmy=95 Dana=85 Alicia=75 Cheri=70 Linda/Joe/Elisa=65 Sue=55 Shannon=45 Sam/Jackie/Warren G/Noah/Tripp/Andy H/and a whole bunch of others: Failed to post.

Metabolic Conditioner:

12 Minute AMRAP

10 / 15 / 20 / 25 / 30 / 35 / 40 / etc....

(45 / 35)

Military Press

Bent Row

50 Jump Rope (ANY !!) Each Round

Score: For Total Reps Press’s and Row’s

Armando=340 Herb=310 Smoothie/Chad=270 �� Bernie=240 Dana=235 Dyer=230 Tom=223 Coach=218 Ed=200 Linda/Sue=190 Cheri=185 Joe=180 Alicia=170 Shannon/Elisa=140

Neal/Robert/Larry/Timmy/Warren G=did an un-authorized workout. It was probably a very difficult elite workout. Since most of these didn’t stay for wine, it is assumed that they are Jehovah’s Witnesses, Adventists, Mormon’s, or maybe just COC. Some one preached to me once that in the 1st Miracle of Jesus, the wine at the wedding was not alcoholic, and besides, the Bible doesn’t say that he drank it. I read recently that after Armageddon only 144,000 of Jehovah’s Witnesses will ascend into Heaven. I hope that the rest of us are sitting around a picnic table having a party when that occurs.

Jackie/Noah/Tripp/Warren G/Andy/Sam=No posting

Cool-Down:

Anyhow Dips 10 / 8 / 6 / 4

Notes:

A wine tasting followed. There was so much food/snacks/chips&dips/pizza on a stick/nuts/cheeses/and much more on the picnic table that you couldn’t even SEE the table. And wines: at least a dozen of multiple varieties. Also there was beer, and some sort of alcoholic punch in a can. The party didn’t break up until the HOST (ME) got up to go pee, and everybody thought that was the signal to go home. Whilst I was relieving myself unfortunately near the Arboretum path, who should stroll by but Mr and Mrs Butler. I waved.

July 22 is Herb’s Birthday. We sang a hearty “Happy Birthday” for him. We got in trouble once in the past for doing that. Greg Glassman’s birthday is also the 22nd.

Saturday at 0730 and 0930. Chose your poison. The early class is usually less judgmental and competitive. Someday we will serve coffee and donuts.

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foul legacy 🥰🤤

#genshin #genshin impact #gi #genshin fanart #art #doodles #childe #tartaglia #ajax #I PULLED HIS ASS AND GOT HIM TO C1!!!!!#there was no miracle it got him in the 70+ pulls #the only miracle is that i won the first 50/50 #anywa #WHEN HE SWITCHES POSES...THIS LIL POSE HE DOES....SIR..

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gardenianoire · 2 years

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Happy Black History Month. So I'm in danger of being evicted. Okay so here's my sob story. I live paycheck to paycheck and in December my dad had a stroke so I went to Cleveland to check in on him (he's permanently blind in one eye now but otherwise he's okay). So in order to do this I had to miss about 7 days of work. At this time I was working two jobs at around 50 hour weeks. so missing a check meant being late on rent while having other expenses I couldn't keep up with. I returned to New Orleans in late December and was offered a higher paying job with more hours so now I had increased my working hours to 70 a week (my sister does 80 my bipolar ass could pull it off right?). anyways I ended up getting fired from the new job because I was exhausted everyday and showing up 10 to 15 minutes late but I got a raise at my first job and I'm in talks to get a promotion so yay. but I'm still behind on my rent and I've been scrambling to find a loan, side hustle that won't risk my first job, a miracle and I'm coming up short and it seems like everywhere I turn I have an unexpected expense. I just need to get over this last hump. I can't even afford to move because paying the back rent would be much cheaper than hiring movers, paying first and last month's rent, finding affordable housing

tl;dr I don't want to be homeless please help me. also I'm sorry I'm failing at being an adult and I have to keep having my handout 😔

$400/1625

paypal: paypal.me/xandrachantal

cashapp: $jocedun94

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YO IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT,, SAME PUPPY GIRLS ARE PERFECTION and i can't think a scenario where there's no breedin cause 😩😩 breeding kink is,, hot 🌚 that 70% is deserved... pls the thought of dem insides painted white cause you're so full of his cum,, cock pumping in and out of your sensitive puffy pussy, your folded legs giving full access to 'bedo, tail down so nothing gets in the way of his dick— he'll hold your thighs as he just hits your deepest parts in that position, your delicious moans urging him to go further and further. the way you desperately need to cling to him, feel his body against yours as he kept pounding your squishy and moist insides, the sound of his balls smacking your skin with no mercy making you dumb. maybe he'd be a bit surprised by your high libido, since you never told him about your heats— he's never seen you in such a whiny, needy state... the usually chirpy puppy girl, who got into trouble she could have avoided, chasing after cicins because she thought they were little toys at the start, helped him reorganize his lab with her tail wagging all over the place which somehow made him feel warm— suddenly craved for him to knock her up and fill her with his pretty cock? begged for it?

say no more. there will be no empty spaces, he ensures you will be full of his cum. after all, how can he hold back when you make such lewd faces and noises for him? and him only?

i am in heaven or well hell 🛐🛐 not me thinking about him brat-taming u around the "trouble you coul have avoided" part or smth— WAIT DON'T— gets bonked

AND HEY THAT'S GOOD TO KNOW :D HUGS just reading you've been well made me smile hh— what made ya feel good? is it just a good day or did something happen,, if i may ask? 💫 did he come home bby 👀🛐

as for me i've been pretty good myself! my summons suck tho cause i already used all of my primos for hu tao thoma and childe... so doubt i'll get albedo- im only at 22 pity, don't think i can reach that many primos before the banner ends :,) i might as well wait for the next rerun cause i know for a fact that if i spend my money on genshin i will get addicted... so i must hold back 😤

I GOT BEST BOY BENNETT THO THATS A BIG WIN FOR ME

HOW BOUT YOU WHAT DID YOU GET? 🛐🛐 best part is that the sword the event gives you is perfect for bedo is it not? so that's another win— PLS I HOPE HE COMIN HOME AT 30 PITY SOMEHOW MY GAME HAS TO DO MIRACLES WPNFRJRU

- Hug Anon

okay but albedo's pretty little puppy girl bouncing on his cock while he scratches her behind the ears <333 him rawing you on his desk, experiments long forgotten, while your tail wraps around him, pulling his cock deeper into your drippy cunt <33 i can imagine him tracking your heats, being sure to lock the door to his lab whenever they were due. maybe he would even be sure to edge himself, wanting to have lots and lots of cum to stuff into you when you needed it <333 you'd be whining about wanting your belly to be swollen with a litter of his pups, which would only make him thrust into you faster. i think i may be a whore for this man.

BRAT TAMER ALBEDO THOUGH ??? you can't just throw something like that out there and run :((( once he's finally used to his puppy, maybe she got super needy while sucrose or timaeus was in the lab, sitting on his lap to rut against his thighs. once they left he would sit and tell you how he didn't want to punish you, but his pretty pup needed to be taught a lesson <333 imagine him making you help out with one of his "experiments" as your punishment, only to feed you an aphrodisiac !! sweet bedo only wanted to see how long his pet could last without coming undone, though it would quickly turn into seeing how many times he could make you cum while you were extra sensitive <333

NOW TO SWITCH IT UP A SEC,, i'm just not feeling terrible anymore, so a little improvement can do wonders haha. i also did get albedo, definitely did not buy him CONGRATS ON BENNY THO !!! i don't really use him much but mine's c4 or 5 now since i got a couple copies of him <33 the event sword is also perfect for albedo !! i have it maxed out, just waiting for the next part of the event so i can get it to r5 :(( BUT GOOD LUCK THO BBY I HOPE U GET HIM AT LOW PITY

#thena.mail #thena.thirsts #❥︎—hug anon #˘ᵕ˘ albedo

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pastrnaks-sainz · 3 years

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I Like You

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Drinking, swearing

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: It was Friday night. You deserved a night out with your friends. Being at the same bar as some of your favorite hockey players would have ordinarily freaked you out, but you weren’t letting anything get in the way of your Friday night. Matty’s teammates saw him eyeing you all night. Finally fed up with their chirping, he walked over to you with a plan.

Request: 70 and 63 from the fluffy list with Matty Tkachuk if that's okay (from anon)

Fluff Prompt #70: “If you laugh at something I said then write a fake number on my arm I win twenty bucks from each of them. Help a guy out?”

A/N: I only used 70 because I thought that made the story flow better

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“Shut up, everyone shut up,” Marcie said, her cheeks tinged pink with the liquor coursing through her system. “Everyone raise a glass to Y/N in congratulations to surviving Professor Reed’s class.”

“I hate you,” you giggled, but clinked your shot glass against your friends nonetheless. You made a face as the liquor burned on its way down your throat. “This is why I never drink.”

“It’s not obvious,” Alex winked, nudging you. “You handle your booze pretty well.”

“So well that that group of guys over there have been eyeing you up all night,” Marcie whispered, leaning over. You glanced over your shoulder to see a group of guys talking and laughing. You recognized them immediately. Especially the one who looked away the second you made eye contact.

“You two don’t know who they are, do you?” you asked, turning back to your friends. Alex and Marcie exchanged looks and shook their heads. “They’re Flames players. Jacob Markstrom, Sam Bennett, Elias Lindholm, and Matthew Tkachuk.”

“Matthew Tkachuk?” Marcie asked, her voice raising. You quickly shushed her. “Is this the same Matthew Tkachuk that you are literally in love with?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed.

“I am shocked you aren't, like, passed out on the floor right now,” Alex snickered. You tossed her a lethal glare. “Alright, message received loud and clear. Don’t even attempt to get Y/N with the hot hockey player she’s been crushing on forever.”

“Why do I even try with you guys,” you groaned, signaling the bartender for another shot.

“Because you love us.”

“How many times are you gonna glance over there before we leave?” Jacob asked, a sly smirk on his face as he sipped at his drink.

“Huh?” Matthew asked, snapping his attention back to his teammates.

“You’ve looked over at that girl at least ninety times since she and her friends came in,” Elias said, tapping his fingers against the side of his glass. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve got a little crush.”

Matty didn’t say anything. Sam let out a low whistle.

“If you go get her number I’ll give you twenty bucks,” he bet.

“I’m in,” Elias said quickly.

“Same here,” Jacob raised his glass.

Matty looked around at his teammates before downing the rest of his drink and standing up from the table.

“Y/N don’t look now,” Alex bumped your arm. “But your boy is on his way over.”

You completely disregarded her warning and glanced over your shoulder. Sure enough, Matthew was walking over, looking exactly how you’d imagined he’d look. Alex and Marcie took their leave, saying something about needing to go to the bathroom.

“Hi,” Matthew said awkwardly as he leaned against the bar. You looked calm on the outside as you greeted him but you were internally screaming.

“Hey,” you responded, smiling up at him.

“So this is gonna sound a little crazy but,” Matty cut himself off with a laugh. “My teammates back there bet me that I wouldn’t come talk to you and, well, if you laugh at something I said then write a fake number on my arm I win twenty bucks from each of them. Help a guy out?”

You laughed wholeheartedly. Matty found himself smiling as he watched your face light up.

“How about this,” you said as you reached behind the bar for a pen. “Since I find you both funny and cute, I give you my real number and we go out on a date sometime.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Matty agreed. Goosebumps erupted over his arm from the spot where you fingers grabbed his wrist to hold his arm steady and where your hand rested against him to write your number down in neat writing. He swallowed thickly as you looked back up at him.

“See you soon,” you winked at him as you took a sip of your drink. Matty walked back over to the table, still reeling from the feeling of having your hands on his arm.

“Well how’d it go?” Elias teased when Matty sat back down.

“Twenty bucks, cough it up,” he grinned, holding out his arm.

The next morning saw you waking up with an absolute monster of a hangover. Marcie had dragged you into your apartment last night leaving you with a glass of water and extra strength Tylenol for your head. You were beyond grateful for your mother hen of a friend as you downed the medicine. It was quiet for a few moments before your phone buzzed. You blindly reached for it.

A text from an unknown number lit up the screen.

‘Good morning, it’s Matthew Tkachuk, the guy from the bar you gave your number to last night. I hope you’re having a good morning.’

Your heart leapt.

You had never once received a good morning text and now some guy you talked to for five minutes last night was sending you one. You instantly texted him back, not caring for the bullshit guidelines Alex had given you for texting guys.

‘Aside from a hangover the size of Vasilevski I’m doing alright’

‘Cute and a hockey fan, I knew I liked you for a reason ;)’

‘And hey, I’ve got a great hangover cure. Pulled my ass out of the fire more times than I can count. Think you can drive or do you want me to come to you?’

You debated with yourself for what seemed like forever. You barely knew this guy and you weren’t in the habit of actively trying to get yourself murdered. But there was something about him that made you trust him. You had no idea what it was, but it was there and it was enough for you to give him your address.

‘If I drive I might make international news. I’m in the Levitt Building, apartment 567′

‘I’ll be there soon. Can’t wait to see you again’

Your heart leapt again.

Five minutes later, you were buzzing Matthew through the security point in the lobby.

“Hey,” he smiled, giving you a one armed hug, the other being loaded down with two shopping bags. “How’s the head?”

“Its been better,” you smiled, wrapping your arms tightly around himself as he set the bags down on the counter in the kitchen. “I’ve been dying to know what this miracle hangover cure is.”

“Simple,” Matty smiled, reaching into the bags. “Ice cream, movies, and cuddles. I’ll be your source of cuddles.”

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed instantly and sat down on the couch. Matty set the ice cream down on the table and turned on the TV. He flipped over to Netflix and selected a movie. “How’d you know that one is my favorite?”

“Is it?” he looked down at you in surprise as he made himself comfortable on the couch. “Guess we’re just made for each other.”

“Mm,” you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm fell from the back of the couch to rest against your body. You smiled, slowly feeling your headache start to melt away with his warmth.

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halfmoonshines · 2 years

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Resolution

Steve x Reader

Summary; A continuation of Complication, in which you pull through your injuries and Steve is there to pick up the pieces. Written for @hoeforthefictional

Your brows pinched together in annoyance at the dull beep that wouldn’t seem to shut itself off. If it was Steve’s alarm ringing, you were going to tear him a new one. A bit perturbed at how hard it was to peel your eyes open, you were immediately distracted by how bright the fluorescent lights burned against your eyes. You lifted an arm to cover your face and found yourself hindered by a tube attached to a forearm.

An IV? You thought. Where am I?

Then you remembered. HYDRA, bullets, and Steve. You lowered you arm, attempting to get a better look at your surroundings and realized you were in the medical wing of the compound. A doctor spotted your movement and came in to greet you, a nervous smile on their face.

“It’s good to see you awake, Y/N. I have a few questions about how you’re feeling?”

“Where’s Steve?” You demanded. Last you knew, you were both neck deep in the enemy's nest.

The doctor frowned at you, brows crinkling. “The Captain has been alerted that you’re awake, but I really do need to-” They were interrupted once again by the door to your room flying open, and there he was. Steve Rogers in all of his glory, hair disheveled like his hands had made a permanent home there and bags darkening his blue eyes.

“Steve.” It was barely a whisper of his name but he was on you in seconds, kneeling beside your bed and setting his hands lightly on your arms, scared of hurting you anymore.

Seemingly deterred, the doctor left saying something about returning later, but both of your attentions were on each other.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up baby. I swear I’ve been in here every minute I can, but Fury was demanding a debrief and-” He was talking in a panicked voice, concern flooding his gaze when you reached a hand up to his cheek, effectively cutting off his speech.

You smiled at him, glad to see him unharmed. “Breathe, soldier. You’re here right now and that’s all I need.”

His smile was grateful as he leaned into your touch, bringing one of his own hands up to cup the one you were using to hold him, lacing your fingers together. “I was so scared. Your heart stopped, twice. It’s a miracle that they were able to bring you back.” His voice caught at the end and he squeezed his eyes closed against the memory of it.

That simply wouldn’t do.

“Steve, look at me please.” You requested and his eyes met yours again, tears brimming the edges. It absolutely broke your heart. “I’m sorry that you were so scared, but I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize to me, sweetheart, I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“Steve,” You interrupted sharply. “Don’t do that. You have nothing to apologize for. We both know the risks we take when we go out on these missions, you being there to have my back was more than I ever could’ve hoped for.” You used the hand on his face to wipe away the few stray tears that had escaped.

“I love you, Y/N.” He said simply, giving your hand a kiss.

Your smile was radiant. “I love you too, Steve.”

It was a month until you were up to full health, and Steve refused any mission he was given in that time, saying that he had technically been in the army for over 70 years and had definitely accrued some leave. You tried to fight him on it, but he said he would only leave your side if it was a world saving issue.

You cherished the free time you got with him, though he was treating you like glass. The first few weeks at home he would carry you outside to sit in the fresh air and have lunch. You didn’t think you’d ever forget the way that the afternoon sun shined on his face, his eyes sparkling with the love that he held for you. He knew that on his deathbed, these were the moments that he would cherish.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #mcu #marvel #steve rogers #my works

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iam93percentstardust · 3 years

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For your bday prompt thing: stuckony, Tony has to take care of his partners after they get drunk for the first time in 70+ years.

Also, happy belated bday!!!

Thank you, nonnie! I hope you like this story! It was my first time writing something like this and I had a lot of fun working on it!

As always, everything that I write is on ao3 but I’m not providing the link because tumblr hates links

Tony would just like everyone to know that he said the Asgardian mead was a bad idea.

He said it, he did, and tomorrow morning, he’ll get to say I told you so.

Today, however, he has a very handsy Bucky and a very affectionate Steve to deal with, and he’s not sure which one is worse.

Bucky’s hand creeps towards his inner thigh for the fifth time in ten minutes and for the fifth time in ten minutes, Tony firmly removes it, placing it back in Bucky’s lap. “Nope,” he says, ignoring the laughter in Natasha’s eyes as she watches the three of them. “No, we’re not doing that.”

Bucky gives him a very pathetic pout that absolutely does not make Tony melt. “I just wanna touch it a little.”

“And I would like to not wake up with regrets tomorrow morning so hands to yourself.”

“I wouldn’t regret it,” Bucky grumbles, hands starting to wander again.

Tony sighs and firmly holds both of Bucky’s in his, keeping them right where he can see them. “I know you wouldn’t,” he says tiredly. How much mead had Thor given them? It’s been three hours, shouldn’t they be at least starting to sober up? “But I would.”

There’s a low whining sound from his left side. Tony groans and turns to Steve, who lays his head on his shoulder and blinks up at him with those big blue eyes. “You would regret us?” Steve asks sadly, mouth turned down at the corners.

Tony leans forward and drops a quick kiss on Steve’s forehead. “Yep. Drunken consent still isn’t consent even when we’re dating, and even if you both really, really want it, I like my partners to at least remember what we did.”

“I wouldn’t forget you,” Steve murmurs. “I love you.”

The words have been said before but not nearly frequently enough for Tony’s breath to keep from hitching. It still sends a thrill through his body every time he hears it. How could it not? There’d been a long time there when he’d thought he would never have anyone who would love him, and now he has two people.

“I—” he starts to say, but Steve puts a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“I especially love your eyes,” he says dreamily and reaches up to pet them, closing Tony’s eyes as he does.

“I know, babe.” And he does. Steve compliments him on his eyes all the time.

“They’re like dirt.”

Well, that’s a new one. Usually, Tony gets that they’re like whiskey, or when Steve’s in a particularly happy mood, like Bambi. Natasha nearly chokes on her laughter as Tony’s mouth twists.

“Great,” he says dryly. Bucky tugs his hands from Tony’s, who only barely notices. “Thanks, babe. A+ compliment there.”

“Dirt makes things grow,” Steve informs him solemnly.

“That they do,” he agrees, throwing Natasha a dirty look as she continues to snicker. Fuck, where’s the rest of the team when he needs them? How did he miss them all heading off to bed while he was trying to wrangle Steve and Bucky and stop them from drinking the entire contents of the barrel Thor brought back from Asgard?

“So it’s good that your eyes are like dirt.”

“Could be worse,” Natasha says. “He could have said your eyes are like manure.”

Steve’s eyes light up and Tony claps a hand over his mouth to keep him from saying that. He doesn’t think he could stand it. There are a lot of things he’s been compared to in his life, and many of them have been bad, but that would definitely be one of the worst.

“Don’t give him any ideas,” he grumbles and then yelps when Bucky’s hand lands squarely on his dick.

“James!” he hisses, scandalized. He twists in his seat, away from Bucky’s wandering hands, even if that means moving closer to Steve, who promptly latches onto him like a limpet. What is this world coming to that Tony, of all people, is horrified by some light exhibitionism? He thinks about burying his head in his hands and groaning but decides against it. There’s no telling what Bucky would do if Tony took his eyes off of him.

“Okay,” he says abruptly and stands up, dislodging Steve. “You know what? I had high hopes that we’d be able to sober up down here but that’s definitely not going to happen so we’re going to bed.”

“Together?” Bucky asks, waggling his eyebrows. It’s normally a very effective strategy, but tonight he’s too loose to look anything other than ridiculous. Tony bites back a laugh.

No encouragement.

Stand your ground, Stark.

…Even if it’s really tempting.

“Nope,” he says, popping the p. He rocks back on his heels. “You two are going to go to bed and I am going to sleep with Natasha.”

It’s the least she can do for laughing at his misfortune all evening. And besides, it’s not like they haven’t shared a bed before. Most of the team have shared a bed at one point or another. It’s a great way to deal with the nightmares they all have. And Nat’s scary enough that even Bucky won’t dare argue with her, especially once she nods and slides her hand through the crook of his elbow.

“I’d love to have you over tonight,” she says in that sly tone that means she’s rubbing this in Bucky’s face. He sighs. When did his life get so complicated? What did he do in a past life that was so bad he now has to deal with petty spies and assassins with roaming hands?

“Nat, stop teasing Bucky,” he orders. “Bucky, keep your hands to yourself. And Steve, just—” Steve gives him the biggest puppy dog eyes. Tony regrets every single time he’s ever told Steve how effective those are. “Never mind. Bed. You two are going and what you get up to once you’re there is none of my concern.”

“It could be,” Bucky says with another one of those eyebrow wiggles.

“Uh-huh,” Tony says, not impressed. “Darling, you’re so drunk you’re nearly falling over. I’d be surprised if you can even get it up.”

“Oh doll, I can always get it up for you.”

“Charming,” he says flatly.

Steve slides his hand into Tony’s free one, interlacing their fingers and swinging them, happy as a clam. Tony glances over at him and opens his mouth to say something, what he’s not sure. It’s not like this is nearly as much of a problem as Bucky’s leering is; it’s just a little awkward. Before he can say anything, Steve beams at him and lifts their joined hands up so he can press a soft kiss to the back of Tony’s. Tony shuts his mouth again and tries not to blush.

After a moment, he says, “Nat, can you take Bucky upstairs if I’ve got Steve?”

She nods. “Let’s go, Джеймс.”

Bucky pouts but obediently follows her to the elevator. Once they’re gone, Tony turns to Steve, who promptly wraps him up in a hug. “Were we really that bad tonight?” Steve mumbles, voice muffled by Tony’s hair.

He wants to say yes, wants it to never happen again because tonight was awkward-with-a-capital-A, but he thinks of all the times Rhodey and Pepper have had to wrangle him when he had too much to drink. “Worse things have happened,” he tells him instead and nudges Steve’s jaw up so he can kiss him in that sensitive spot right under his chin.

“Good,” Steve says and finally—finally—he sounds sleepy. “I never want to cause you problems.”

Tony smiles fondly. He knows they don’t. That’s why he finds it impossible to stay mad at them when they do things like this. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you upstairs before you become deadweight.”

“You’d have to get the suit to move me,” Steve says drowsily, stumbling along with Tony as they head for the elevators.

“That’s very true.”

Natasha is already gone by the time he gets Steve into their bedroom, and fortunately, Bucky is already asleep, snoring softly as he lies facedown on the bed. “Small miracles,” Tony mutters, shoving Steve in the direction of the bathroom.

He helps Steve out of his clothes, decides against a shower—they’ve tried sleepy Steve in the shower before and it never turns out well—and eventually gets his teeth brushed. By that point, Steve is all but swaying on his feet so it’s no effort at all to get him tucked into bed beside Bucky, who must know on some subconscious level that it’s Steve next to him because he rolls over and wraps himself around Steve like he’s part octopus.

Tony smiles at the sight of them and pulls his phone out to take a quick picture before he grabs a couple things and then heads down to Nat’s floor. She’s also already in bed by the time he gets there, but she’s leaning up against the headboard, reading a book.

“Thanks,” he says wearily as he drags himself into her bathroom.

“You owe me,” she says simply. “Besides, it was easy once he realized you weren’t there. Just had to promise him you’d be coming up soon.”

“You’re a genius.” He stumbles back out of the bathroom and faceplants on the bed, burying his face into her hip. “Fuck, that was exhausting. Was I ever that bad when you were working for me? No, don’t answer that. I think we all remember that party.”

She laughs and cards her fingers through his hair. “You did well, котенок.” She pauses. “But I still took pictures.”

“…I hate you.”

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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hi!! i recently got into johnlock and the universe has somehow directed me to your blog (which is an absolute godsend omfg). have you got any good possessive!john fics?

Hi Lovely!!!

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AHHH you know what??? I don’t get asked this all that much at all! I think mostly because it’s easier to find Possessive Sherlock fics and people then just... forget LOL

So guess what?? You’re the prompter for any fics I actually tagged or filed with Possessive John! <3 A pioneer you are! LOL I’m combining it with a few of the Obsessive fics as well, since I don’t have many new ones.

As usual, gang, feel free to add your own!! <3

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