#pr stirling

[crunchy-pavement]

now i have made the same mistake with a core before

but im growing to love the little goofy aah ball

[coinlockerdarling]

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STIRLING!!!!! New blorbo acquired

[cheriladycl01]

Fast Cars on the Island - Oscar Piastri x LoveIslandContestant! Reader Part 3

Plot: Your an engineer for Mclaren and you were asked as a PR stunt to go onto Love Island. You would keep your job of course but Mclaren wanted some more media traction.

A/N: I know they would never do this, and that's why its fiction!

Ian Stirling Intro:

"And its a bright and sunny morning here in Love Island, birds are chirping, the skies are blue... and there's one eager islander already looking at the view - OH! Look at that I'm rhyming" the voice says as it shows the different camera angles in the bedroom until it settles on your bed, showing that only Charlie is in it.

"Seems like our engineer, is an early bird herself... and is cooking the others a nice breakfast. Are we sure she's not part of the McLaren Catering because that looks delicious!" Ian exclaims as it pans to you laying out the scrambled eggs.

"Time to wake up those other islanders!" he says and the footage pans back to the bedroom where the lights turn on and everyone is woken up.

The First Morning:

You waited as all the other islanders come down and you smile as they enter.

"Babes? Whats this?" Auriela asks looking at the stuff you'd cooked and laid out for breakfast.

"I'm an early riser because of my job, so I just thought I'd make a start on breakfast for us!" you smile as they all cheer happily. Charlie comes up behind you, holding your waist before kissing your cheek.

"Thanks sweetheart!" he grins taking a seat next to you and taking an slice of mango from the fruit platter you'd cut up.

"Thank you" Aaron says softly and you smile at him.

You guys spend the morning chatting, exploring the villa, sunbathing, working out and swimming around. It wasn't until about 11.30 that Chris got a text come though.

"I GOT A TEXT!" he shouts from over in the gym and everyone starts gasping, the boys who were in the gym with him - Charlie and Jai start to jump on him excitedly slapping his back acting like little school kids.

"Read it out!" Millie shouts from next to you and Aaron in the pool.

"Islanders, it's time to get to know each other more in todays Challenge 'Kiss and Pie' your positions are fighting for the choice at the next coupling up" Chris reads out and you all look around in shock before getting ready to go to the challenge.

Lando and Oscar:

They boys were watching gearing up for episode 2.

But it was hard, Oscar was struggling seeing you cooking in the bikini and in the gym with the boys and then swimming around with Aaron it was killing him, but when the challenge came around he didn't know what hit him.

The Challenge:

The way the challenge basically worked was a fact about an islander was said out loud and the person who chose it had to kiss the person they thought it was about and then shove pie in the person you thought least likely. Pie being literally whipped cream.

"Okay, who has broken up with their boyfriend of 5 years after he proposed to her..." Chris says in shock before all the boys huddle round and start discussing.

He goes up, kissing Zavi making her blush a little.

"I'm so-so sorry Y/N!" he cringes before shoving the plate of whipped cream in your face, it falling down in between your cleavage.

"CHRIS!" you exclaim and look at him while wiping the excess cream off your face.

"Sorry... but all the boys agreed your marriage material..." he shurgs before running back off to the boys group.

"Okay, who has had three girlfriends at the same time... oooooo you WHAT?" Millie reads out in shock before coming over to the other girls.

"Who do we think it is?" Millie asks.

"It's got to be Charlie?" Auriela exclaims.

"I agree!" Zavi laughs and Millie walks over kissing Charlie full force making you just laugh. It wasn't like you were threatened anyway. She then goes to put the cream in Aaron's face, he was clearly the most loyal in the villa right now.

"Okay, who owns a Mclaren...!" Aaron reads out and before he can even discuss it with the boys he's walking up to you and kissing you. Both of his hands were on either side of your face tilting it to the side to kiss deeper. It was a really really nice kiss despite you both being covered in cream from the last two rounds.

He grabs the plate of cream before lightly smacking it on Auriela's face.

"YOU OWN A MCLAREN?" Daniel shouts looking over at you and you nod.

"I work for them, in a way!" you grin and all the boys look impressed with this new found information.

The games continue, more getting unleashed as you have a kiss with Daniel and another one with Aaron.

It was a fun afternoon but the sun was starting to set and you guys were due to go back to the villa.

Lando and Oscar:

Oscar's eyes were glued to you, he was having the most perverted thoughts about you and honesty he hated it. He was now sat in Lando's hotel room with a blanket around him and a pillow covering his lower half.

"Mate, you are drooling!" Lando laughs looking over at his friend.

"No... I'm not!" he cries looking over at his friend.

"Yes, you so are! My god, I saw you leaning in when you watched them kiss!" Lando grins looking over at his friend who sits back awkwardly.

"Come on dude. It's fine to admit you have the hots for her!" Lando exclaims and Oscar blushes a beetroot red.

"Fuck off man!" he groans holding the pillow down a little tighter to his body.

"Dude come on, maybe you should go in there and claim your girl... she's getting close to Aaron!" Lando jokes, and misses the look in Oscar's eyes as he watches you and Aaron kiss again, and he cant help but want it to be him.

Back in the Villa:

All the girls had gotten ready and were looking super cute, they were currently sat round the firepit with a glass a wine talking about their day out.

"God, I already miss home. And the job!" you groan looking between all the girls and their heads snapped up in shock.

"WHAT?" they cry out looking up, you'd all only been here two days... how on earth were you missing home already.

"I just... it's nothing!" you giggle.

Just then someone's phone pings ... it's Zavi's.

"I got a TEXT!" she exclaims and you all look at her.

All the boys come rushing over to the firepit to hear what it is.

"Islanders, please get ready to welcome your two new islanders!"

...

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[bohemian-nights]

It's always interesting how as soon as black women become a love interest in a straight ship 1 of 2 things will happen.

A third thing, the double standards, an example:

Laena x Rhaenyra ship- in the books we know they were close and some fans use the phrase"more than fond of"to reinforce they were a couple(nothing against this couple it's still fiction eh)

Everything normal here.

But when we learnt more about Rhaegar and Elia and their relationship, the sentence "fond" is still used to describe their relationship and now you have people saying "oh they were just friends" "oh he didn't love her" "oh Elia will be okay with Rhaegar and Lyanna being a couple"

First at all, the racism, Dorne is not okay with adultery in marraige, they don't care if if man or woman, UNMARRIED, take a paramour,UNMARRIED; it's different for them, a different mindset

•Convenient how now when their white fave needs to be paired up with a white character(nothing against Lyanna, the girl was 14 year old)when there are POC characters that show interest in them(Elia loved Rhaegar and I can dream he loved her, why? BECAUSE I LOVE ANGST)

CONVENIENCE MY DEAR FRIEND

Read about the Sophie's actress' scandal(if you called that) -just wtf.

Also Bethany's harassment.WTF.

If they are not happy with Sophie being black, then they are free to read the books or ignore it! It's not that difficult.

Bethany is gonna slay this season, so stay mad colonizers😏

Sorry for the rant, tired of this nonsense🤣

Ps: Some people are starting shipping Dettles out of spite, for the racism's nonesense so yeah, IT'S GONNA BE A LONG YEAR HERE!!All of you are doing great sweeties🥰

Don’t apologize for ranting cause everything you said is the truth👏🏽

I hate Laenyra. People mainly hype it up to move attention away from Daemon and Laena’s marriage and center their self insert into their relationship .

Yeah it’s ironic that the same people hyping up Laryngitis and saying all those who oppose it are racistare the same people who love dunk on Elia non-stop and say that she was fine with her husband sleeping with Snow Becky because she’s dornish. The same people hyping up Jon’s parents are the same people who dunk on Dettles.

I’ll be the first one to say that I don’t give a damn about Ravioli and Snow Becky, but I’ll admit that it was GRRM’s intention to make them romantic(it’s definitely not supposed to be grooming even if I find the whole situation weird). I’ll even admit that there are plenty of similarities between Dettles and that ship, but you’d have an easier time finding a leprechauns gold than getting those people to admit the same.

Don’t get me started on the Bridgerton fandom. A bunch of ungrateful bigots who keep making demands of Shonda while at the same time degrading her and saying there are “too many Black people” on the show (and then crying when people call them out for being the anti-Black morons they are).

And I get that Masali hasn’t been officially announced as Sophie, and of course she’s not the only possibility, but she’s the only one whose name that has been circulating around that fits the casting call. Her schedule was cleared last year and she’s got no upcoming projects. She’s following multiple members of the cast and multiple members are following her back.

(Nicola, Hannah Dodd, Hannah New, Victor Ali who is suspected to be playing John, as well as one of the hairdressers who does the main casts hair to name a few. Hell, there was even one of the directors following her, but he mysteriously unfollowed her for some reason).

More importantly, no one else has produced another casting call to contradict said casting call or to show that the role she was cast for is a member of the Stirling family.

(I’m not going to get into it, but if you’re “evidence” hinges on Masali and Victor Ali looking alike please go down to Lens Crafters cause they don’t look nothing alike outside of being dark and Black. It’s fucking offensive as fuck to say they do).

And as I said in a previous ask, the Bridgerton team has cast a role with a specific race in mind cause they were looking for an Indian woman to play Kate(which is how some people figured Simone Ashley was playing Kate when most of Kates fancasts were white women👏🏽).

So the fact that you have so many people running around like a chicken with its head cut off claiming it’s impossible for Sophie to be Black, that Sophie should be x race, or just being racist jackasses is disturbing asf. You shouldn’t have to see this bullshit:

You bet your ass I took screenshots cause everybody likes to lie and hide their hands after typing out the most vile shit.

And yeah I get everyone wants representation, but people keep trying to silence and speak over Black people specifically Black women and that's where we have a problem.

Because for any other group, this behavior would be absolutely unacceptable. Especially if you are making demands that an EP not cast any more people of her race on her show, but with Black women that doesn't matter. They don’t care.

We haven’t even had a fucking fully Black female love interest get her happily ever after with a man(the people saying Masali should be a gender-bent Michael need to have several seats cause you’re creating a OC just because you don’t want to see her as Sophie) like everybody else and yet they want us to step aside and cheer them on. Fuck that.

This is why I don’t believe any of you hateful bitches when you say you care about misogynoir because the moment a Black woman is cast in a role you want, even in a role that’s meant for a Black woman like with Nettles, y’all either start demanding she be cut or made into something else.

This literally happens every single time Black female characters are involved and yet you can’t even talk about it because people want to ignore and perpetuate our oppression.

I’ll leave it there cause I’m too exhausted by all of this drama(it’s making my blood boil), but these fandoms piss me off so much. They make it hell for non-white and especially Black fans to exist within them. Even in shows created by Black people.

[longbobmckenzie]

GIVE ME THE FUCKING HOCKEY AU IM ONSESSED WITH SPORTS ROMANCE FICS

SORRY IT'S TAKING SO BLOODY LONG TO GET TO IT

I already got asked about this one (here) so for you I'll give you a list of the prospective cast. These are subject to change if/when I rework the idea, but for now here's what I've got! Also I'm probably gonna have to cut it down a bit because the cast is enormous 😆

Bailey - Main Character. Daughter of the team's owner, she's starting a new job with the team doing PR/social media

Henrik - Love interest. Plays forward, is planning to quit hockey after the season is done because he wants to do more climbing (he got a knee injury the previous season which meant rehabbing all summer and that was frustrating for him)

Magnus - because obviously Henrik's brothers have to be included. Magnus is a star player on the team and also a fuckboy. I have to rework a bit with him, but expect him to sleep with a lot of people

Rasmus - Henrik's other brother, who plays for an opposing team

Lucas - the team physio (no I'm not changing it to Jack but he can be there as a background character I guess), also Henrik's best friend. Has a crush on Bobby

Bobby - an import from the UK, he's a total pest on the ice - scrappy, runs his mouth, but nobody understands his accent. He's also really, really good, which makes him even more infuriating to play against. Oh, and he's sleeping with Magnus 😏

Graham - team captain. His surname is Crumb for the lolz

Hope & Priya - Bailey's friends/roommates, and puck bunnies. Both trying to sleep with the team's goalie

Noah - the team's goalie

Blake - PR

Elisa - social media, is engaged to the coach

Jake - the coach

Rohan - assistant coach. might also have a little thing going with Jake and Elisa

Jo - zamboni driver. she's constantly souping it up

Gary - rink maintenance. keeps having to fix the zamboni. ETL with Jo

Rocco - runs the bar where the team hangs out

Felix - wide-eyed rookie

Carl - analytics guy

Iain Stirling - play-by-play announcer

Jakub - strength and conditioning coach

Marisol - sports psychologist

Jasper - Henrik's agent

Hannah - local sports reporter

Tim - waterboy

Levi - Bailey's ex from college (also plays hockey)

I have a whole list of other characters who'll likely be players on the team or on opposing teams. This list is obviously just S1-2 but there will definitely be some S3 characters sprinkled in, and once I rework it I'll probably try to add in some others, especially S6.

If I end up changing it so that Roberto is the LI, I'd probably have Marshall in the Magnus role, but I'm not sure what I'd do with the Lucas/Bobby/Magnus thing because it wouldn't hit the same with Marshall. Plus Roberto wouldn't have the same relationship with Lucas that Henrik does, so I'd have to rethink that.

Thanks for the ask!!

ask about my wips

[tangleweave]

the last time i saw you, you were going to say something... and then you stopped. (Sara to Peter; @mxrvelouscreations

[ The Hearts We Hold / Accepting ]

Peter's eyes were flickering nervously between the two powerhouses of The Daily Bugle, arguing behind panes of glass that did little to conceal the noise. Joe "Robbie" Robertson and the infamous J. Jonah Jameson, battling it out to determine the verbiage of the cover story's headline. Most other people could only hear muffled grumbling and the occasional bark of Jonah's voice, but Peter was more sensitive to the vibrations. Had learned to discern sound to a superior degree... much as he'd learned how to manage all his other senses getting dialed up to 11 in the wake of the bite. It had taken time, and it had been painfully overwhelming at first.

Now? Now it was just emotionally overwhelming, as he waited to find out whether the Spider-Man pictures he'd brought in, paired with a sympathetic human interest story, might finally convince Jonah to give the wall-crawler a break. He'd saved the lives of thirty people on that bus, after all... and it hadn't even been a super-villain that had caused the bridge crash. Just the driver, a poor old man who'd had a stroke at a singularly unfortunate moment in his long life.

"How about this! 'Spider-Man: Heroic act, or PR stunt gone wrong?' They'll eat it up out there!"

"Jonah, you can't keep appealing to the lowest common denominator on the streets and hope to actually get any new eyes on this paper. This is a clear-cut case of a man doing a good thing because he could. Just let the facts report themselves for a change."

"I have a baseline readership to think about! They need to know all angles of the story, otherwise it's just pointless fluff! They could get that out of the Times or the Post!"

"And then Parker would just take his pictures to them, and maybe get paid better for them, too. If you're gonna keep up pressure on Spider-Man, give the kid a reward for giving you such juicy film to do it with."

It was during his eavesdropping of the exchange that he glanced up to see Sara Stirling standing right in front of him, an expectant look on her face. He blanched. It had been three days since he'd seen her. It had been here in the office, and he'd been building up to...

But then his phone had run. Captain Watanabe, for Spider-Man, wanting his quick assistance for an apartment building fire. That spot of help had been on the down-low; no paper had covered it, not even the Bugle.

He chewed the corner of his lip for a moment as he came back into the present, realizing that the silence between them was lingering a little too long. "Yeah. Uh. Sorry. I got sidetracked by that phone call, and then... you know... real life and all."

Lame excuse, of course, and he didn't seem to be capable of coming up with anything better. But then again, did he really need anything better? Everybody had real life to attend to.

The corners of his lips curled upward, though, as he tilted his head to one side and let his gaze wander across her face. He'd missed seeing her, and hadn't quite realized it until this moment.

"Yeah, so, uh. I was wondering if you'd like to maybe grab lunch sometime."

[dtolemy]

{ KEDAR WILLIAMS-STIRLING, 19, CIS MALE, HE/HIM } Is that DARIUS PTOLEMY? A SOPHOMORE originally from PORTSMOUTH, NEW HAMPSHIRE, they decided to come to Ogden College to study BUSINESS on a ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE HOMEGROWN HERO on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance. 

pinterest | spotify | spotify+ (warning: bubblegum pop and the gummy bear song)

WHO?

full name: darius ezekiel ptolemy

birthday: october 25, 2003

pronouns: he/him

personality: exuberant. galvanizing. insatiable, imprudent, impetuous. insert other sat words he uses incorrectly to sound intelligent, which he is capable of being strictly in the contexts of sports and the pizza prices of every take-out place in a statewide vicinity. where he remains oblivious to his faults, darius thrives, and where he is forced to confront them, darius falters, snaps back with something stolen from the climax of an academy award loser, and goes back to thriving. he’s a personality, a figurehead, a trophy that needs to win itself more trophies. he thinks of getting people to like him, love him, hate him, focus on him, in any way, to be just as important as getting good grades. despite this, he’s anything but a hard partier, and claims designated driver like it’s his eternal duty. no better way to make people fall for you than by being a goody-two-shoes, right?

appearance: darius’s wardrobe is a miscellany of colors, thrown over a toned body with a meticulous dishevelment that takes more time in the morning than his three showers. his stature is asserted to be 6’0 but more accurately 5’10 with the help of high top sneakers, while its presence is mostly felt in him darting about campus with an agility only achievable through years of training and an abject inability to read maps properly.

WHAT?

sports & extracurriculars: tennis, diving & swimming, table tennis

tropes: homegrown hero. if anything’s to thank for his rise to the top and unaccountable social claustrophobia, it’s the prestigious town of portsmouth, new hampshire. | small name, big ego. but also, his success is sort of totally, entirely his doing. even if said success isn't quite that recognized outside of the country. | mr. vice guy. pride, lust, relating to holden caulfield, etc. he didn’t pay much attention in sunday school, honestly. | | attention whore. no point in doing anything if nobody’s around to post a fancam of it. | the nicknamer. because having a coherent contacts list is for losers.

relationship to greer: greer’s recruit.

Maybe it was because he was playing with some of the finest New Hampshire had to offer, or maybe it was because his attention was thoroughly divided between warming up and making the varsity team warm up to him, but Darius put more effort than ever into preparing himself for the life of an Ogden student. Specifically, the life of an Ogden student in Greer’s inner circle. He sought her time with a dogged determination that could only be dampened by explicit refusal, analyzing every letter of her posts (which were probably drafted by a PR team with more experience than a lifetime in the industry could merit, but a man could dream, and dream he did) as well as reading Cosmopolitan magazines behind his textbooks. Thus, freshman year was filled with professional, totally subtle butt-kissing and a whole lot of scampering around campus to spend his old rackets’ insurance on… whatever it was that Greer liked, anyways. He knew he wanted, needed, to become like her other friends, a shiny thing out of reach from anyone below their level, but how?

hobbies: cycling, yoga, taking selfies at inappropriate times

inspirations: randall “pink” floyd (dazed and confused), jeff sadecki (yellowjackets), mike jackson (the psmith novels), emily cooper (emily in paris, i promise i can explain)

WHY?

tl;dr: ambitious, discontent, and brilliant at acting like he’s neither of those, darius was born to the most mind-bogglingly middling family ever to throw their name in the genetic lottery in the most average neighborhood to have ever been built. his father an electrician and amateur pastor, his mother an insurance agent, and his grandmother a dispenser of morally dubious advice from her rocking chair, he took the burden of being an interesting person onto himself at a young age, idolizing the grand slam GOATs of television and desperate to become one of them. he and his coaches molded him into the underdog of his hometown’s dreams, but now that he’s been thrust into a world where people actually go places for vacation and expect better than the best of him, he doubts he can keep up without some elbow grease.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION…

connections: tba! aside from the suggested connections for the skeleton, however:

platonic. sports buddies, role models, study groups, fitness friends, ride or dies with a probable emphasis on dies

antagonistic. rivals on the court, mutual jealousy, academic opposition, bad influences, competitors in popularity

romantic. fleeting flirtationships, unrequited crushes, awkward dating app matches, friends with benefits, enemies with benefits

plot summaries: tba!

thread tracker: tba!

headcanons: 

hates table tennis and sucks at it big time but continues playing under the incorrect pretense that he will improve. either misses the ball entirely or hits it with so much force that whichever surface the poor thing lands on will be permanently scarred.

most active social media is linkedin. he is aware that this is humiliating but mentally maintains that he will be nothing without an internship to one of the many, many insurance companies whose employees he texts night and day.

favorites:

books. adventures of huckleberry finn by mark twain, losers take all by david klass, a separate peace by john knowles, winning ugly by brad gilbert, looking for alaska by john green

movies. fast times at ridgemont high, napoleon dynamite, sunday school musical, big time adolescence, teenage mutant ninja turtles (1990)

music. lecrae, nirvana, daft punk, weathers, sue sylvester’s super bass cover

[iplbettingw]

Match preview, Sri Lanka women tour of Ireland 2024

Match preview, Sri Lanka women tour of Ireland 2024

Ireland will host Sri Lanka for a two-match Women’s T20I series starting on August 11 at Pembroke Cricket Club in Dublin. Both T20Is will be held at this venue, followed by a three-match ODI series between the teams.

Match Info:

Match: IRE-W vs SL-W, 1st T20I, Sri Lanka Women tour of Ireland 2024

Date: Tuesday, August 13, 2024

Time: 2:30 PM

Venue: Pembroke Cricket Club, Dublin

Venue Guide

Stadium: Pembroke Cricket Club

City: Dublin

Sri Lanka Women’s Tour of Ireland 2024, T20I Series: Schedule:

August 11: 1st T20I at Pembroke Cricket Club, Dublin; 09:00 AM GMT / 10:00 AM Local / 2:30 PM IST

August 13: 2nd T20I at Pembroke Cricket Club, Dublin; 09:00 AM GMT / 10:00 AM Local / 2:30 PM IST

Pitch Report:

Pace Bowling: Average

Batting Condition: Average

Spin Bowling: Average

VENUE STATS:

1st Innings:

Avg Runs: 126

Avg Wickets: 7

Avg Strike Rate: 107.01

2nd Innings:

Avg Runs: 125

Avg Wickets: 4

Avg Strike Rate: 122.25

Weather Update

Temperature: 18°C (64°F)

Precipitation: 1%

Humidity: 74%

Wind: 14 km/h

Weather: Mostly Cloudy

Win Probability

Sri lanka Women: 69%

Ireland Women : 31%

Predicted Scores

If Sri Lanka Women bats first: 135-150

If Ireland Women bats first: 125-140

Prediction: Sri Lanka Women will win the match.

Ireland Women Squad:

Gaby Lewis: Right-Handed Batsman

Rebecca Stokell: Right-Handed Batsman

Una Raymond-Hoey: Right-Handed Batsman

Arlene Kelly: Right-Handed Batsman • Right-Arm Medium Bowler

Laura Delany (C): Right-Handed Batsman • Right-Arm Medium Bowler

Leah Paul: Left-Handed Batsman • Left-Arm Off Spin Bowler

Orla Prendergast: Right-Handed Batsman • Right-Arm Medium Fast Bowler

Amy Hunter (Wk): Right-Handed Batsman

Coulter Reilly (Wk): Right-Handed Batsman

Alana Dalzell: Right-Arm Medium Bowler

Ava Canning: Right-Arm Medium Bowler

Cara Murray: Right-Arm Leg Spin Bowler

Freya Sargent: Right-Arm Off Spin Bowler

Jane Maguire: Right-Arm Medium Bowler

Sri Lanka Women Squad:

Harshitha Samarawickrama: Right-Handed Batsman

Hasini Perera: Left-Handed Batsman

Nilakshi de Silva: Right-Handed Batsman

Vishmi Gunaratne: Right-Handed Batsman

Ama Kanchana: Right-Handed Batsman • Right-Arm Fast Medium Bowler

Kavisha Dilhari: Right-Handed Batsman • Right-Arm Off Spin Bowler

Anushka Sanjeewani (Wk): Right-Handed Batsman

Kaushani Nuthyangana (Wk): Right-Handed Batsman

Achini Kulasuriya: Right-Arm Fast Medium Bowler

Inoshi Priyadharshani: Right-Arm Off Spin Bowler

Kawya Kavindi: Right-Arm Medium Fast Bowler

Sachini Nisansala: Left-Arm Off Spin Bowler

Shashini Gimhani: Left-Arm Leg Spin Bowler

Sugandika Kumari: Left-Arm Off Spin Bowler

Udeshika Prabodhani: Left-Arm Medium Bowler

Head-to-Head: Last 4 Matches

20-Mar-2016: SL Women won by 14 runs

27-Jul-2013: SL Women won by 8 wickets (with 31 balls remaining)

24-Apr-2011: Match abandoned without a ball bowled

14-Oct-2010: SL Women won by 11 runs

Team Form(Last 5 Matches)

IRE Women: W, W, W, W, L

SL Women: W, W, W, W, W

Key Players To Watch IRE-W vs SL-W

Batters to Watch

Amy Hunter (IRE-W): 10 matches, 301 runs, 43 avg, 121.37 SR

Orla Prendergast (IRE-W): 10 matches, 278 runs, 39.71 avg, 118.29 SR

Chamari Athapaththu (SL-W): 10 matches, 492 runs, 61.5 avg, 135.91 SR

Harshitha Samarawickrama (SL-W): 10 matches, 249 runs, 31.13 avg, 108.73 SR

Bowlers to Watch

Laura Delany (IRE-W): 10 matches, 17 wickets, 4.93 econ, 9.88 SR

Arlene Kelly (IRE-W): 10 matches, 13 wickets, 5.46 econ, 12.92 SR

Kavisha Dilhari (SL-W): 10 matches, 12 wickets, 6.36 econ, 16.5 SR

Chamari Athapaththu (SL-W): 9 matches, 10 wickets, 7.28 econ, 14.5 SR

Probable Playing XI Sri Lanka Women Tour of Ireland T20I 2024

Ireland Women Playing XI: L Tucker (wk), A Balbirnie, H Tector, PR Stirling (C), GH Dockrell, Gareth Delany, Curtis Campher, MR Adair, BJ McCarthy, B White, CA Young

Sri Lanka Women Playing XI: Pathum Nissanka, K Mendis (wk), PHKD Mendis, A Mathews, C Asalanka, D de Silva, W Hasaranga (C), M Theekshana, D Madushanka, Matheesha Pathirana, N Thushara

Fantasy Team Prediction IRE-W vs SL-W

Wicket Keeper: Kusal Mendis (SL) - 9, Lorcan Tucker (IRE) - 7.5

Batter: Harry Tector (IRE) - 8.5, Paul Stirling (IRE) - 7.5, George Dockrell (IRE) - 7, Pathum Nissanka (SL) - 8.5

All Rounder: Angelo Mathews (SL) - 8.5, Wanindu Hasaranga (SL) - 9

Bowler: Maheesh Theekshana (SL) - 8.5, Dilshan Madushanka (SL) - 8, Matheesha Pathirana (SL) - 8.5

[nityarawal]

2/09/2024

Daddy Russia

(Eloning Big Fatherin')

Morning Songs

Daddy Russia

Eloning

Eternally

Thankyou For Getting

Putin On T.V.

Tips All Around

Daddy Elon

Thankyou For Peace

Tea

Daddy Elon

Virtually

Like A Russian

Peace Treaty

We Can't Go

Forward

With Anything

Big Pappas

Saw

We Need Our Kids

Thankyou Tucker's

Wife

For Risking Her Man

She Took A Stand

Through Her

Husband

Thankyou

Russia

Sorry Our Jewish

Attys

"F" Ya

With Ukranianian

Invitro

Trans Scams

Hustling

A Traditional Man

Thankyou

Thankyou Russia

We're Grateful

Eloning

For Big

Fatherin'

Thankyou 

Through Moms'

Husband's' 

Civil Journalist's 

Word

Heard

#4BillionMothersStrong 

X Activists

Persevering

Despite Sanctions

Thankyou

Russia

Sorry

Attys

Shot Themselves

In Foot

Rigged Elections

Israel War For Irany

Stalking Palestinians

Jordan Queen's

Tehrangeles 

X

Babies

Trolls

For #FreeBritney Harems

A Nanny Triangulated

Football Bros We're Naughty

But We Accept

Stirling Mens'

Apologies

For Naughtya Smears

And Lies

Kidnappings

Bribes

Masons

Scientologists

Transylvania Fettishes

For Bad Billionaires

Elon is different

Pappas

That Care For 

CyberMoms

And 

Me

Kids' You See

Potential Marians

Astronauts

Writers

Playing In

Cybercars

Whistles

Pink

And Red

Health PR

Not Syphalis

Sex 101

Enlightenment

Santa Elon

Please Don't Molest Him

Or My Kids

Airforce Transvestites

Santa Elon

Flying Overhead

Kids Heard

Presents For Moms

First

Merci

#Rockets

Better Dreams Tonight

Love You

Thankyou

Merci

Prego

Please

Peace

Eternally

Baraye

Liberty

Eternity

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

Austin-Healey 100-6 “The car was created for the 1958 London motor show by Austin-Healey PR boss, and Stirling Moss's former manager, Ken Gregory. Clearly a man of taste.” Beautiful!!

[coinlockerdarling]

Maya doesn't like stirling :[

[newtonsheffield]

Any chance of getting some spicy royals content on this fine Sunday? After they’re married/during their engagement, I have a vision of them doing their events and then going back to palace and just like tearing each other’s clothes off and doing it on any and all available surfaces.

My friend, you understand the Royals vibe.

Their whole romance started because essentially they couldn't keep their hands off one another. That's not going to change when they're together, in fact, it makes it all a little worse. The young queen and her future husband are well known for probably being too in love.

Kate wasn't stupid, she knew what the entire country was saying about her when rumours of her relationship with Anthony started leaking from the palace as these things often did. And she supposed she was a good part to blame. People couldn't help but notice the Security that lined the corridor outside Anthony's flat, and really that meant there had to be someone of note inside, and there was, of course, the very public way Anthony had gone about things. It didn't take long for the rumours to start.

She called off the wedding for him

It was all arranged for publicity

The Queen Regent demanded she marry him if not Stirling

He's a traitor and so must she be.

It was vaguely amusing honestly, the idea that Mary of all people would be encouraging Kate to do anything to Anthony that wasn't punching him in the stomach. The palace PR team had practically begged her not to acknowledge Anthony publicly

"All due respect Your Highness, This will be a disaster." Jenkins had said, the bridge of his nose pinched in his fingers, barely 2 days into her relationship with Anthony,

Kate had bristled, "What are you suggesting, Mr Jenkins?"

"I'm suggesting, that publicly, Our new Queen has no consort, whatever you do in private is of course your own business."

Kate had frowned, "And what about when we get married." A small hiss escaped several people in the room and Kate had pretended not to see the way Mary stiffened beside her, plowing ahead. "Surely eventually I'll have to marry someone, what do you suggest then?"

And no one had really seemed to have an answer for her, which of course meant the answer was clear.

Hopefully you'll come to your senses before then!

But it hadn't been necessary in the end. Sophie had sent them to a primary school, and aided by a rather adorable Hyacinth Bridgerton, Kate and Anthony (Kathony as they'd been dubbed) had emerged as they country's new it couple. Requests poured in for comment, the were star crossed lovers people that certainly weren't supposed t fall in love but couldn't resist the pull. And allegedly, everyone could see it. Just from the way they looked at one another.

It seemed every day in those first few months blurry pictures emerged of them, Anthony's head resting on her shoulder on a street corner, Kate's legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her through the garden on his back, Anthony crowding her against a tree their lips nearly touching. It was relentless, and rather than sullying the image of the royal family, it seemed to make public opinion soar. Yes, their new queen was young, beautiful, and very much besotted with her grouchy boyfriend. It really was quite the narrative, and not very far from the truth. Before long reports of them slipping away at public events seemed to emerge, and this the palace could not abide.

"Kate, please, please do not sneak out of this event." Sophie was practically begging, looking sternly between her and Anthony. "I mean it, "I get it, you just got engaged, and it's adorable that you're so happy but Can we stay to the end of one event this month?"

"Ahh Sophie, when you look this good, lady's are bound to drag you behind a topiary animal for a quickie." Anthony had said, with that insufferable smirk on his face."

Kate had scoffed. "Won't be a problem, Sophie, Anthony won't be getting any for a while."

As it turns out, it was a problem. Before they'd even left the palace Kate was warm. Anthony had been sitting in the small living area attached to her suite by the time her styling team had finished flitting around her, and honestly, the sight of him made her mouth go dry.

He was wearing a light grey suit, the waistcoat of which had a light checked pattern through it, cut tightly across his broad shoulders, his red tie and pocket square in stark contrast. She didn't really need to look at them, she'd known before she even walked in what colour they would be, they always matched, Anthony insisted upon it. Insisted on her crest being neatly embroidered into them, and it was a little unflattering but it aways sent a little possessive thrill through her.

She'd cleared her throat and he'd looked up from his phone, smile already in place though it turned just slightly predatory at the sight of her.

"Well, well, your majesty, don't you look lovely this evening?" His fingertips had trailed over her bare back a little delightfully.

Kate had scoffed, her cheeks burning, "we promised hands to ourselves tonight."

Anthony laughed, "There's almost no way you're going to be able to manage that, Darling. I look delectable this evening."

God his arrogance was startling, even if he wasn't far off the mark. "You look average."

He wasn't deterred. "I'll make you a deal, Princess" She'd been the queen for months but he still called her by her original title, his eyes shining at her. "If we stay until 11:30, I'll give you a reward."

A shiver had run down her spine as she'd thought about last night when he'd bent her over the back of the sofa, his hands hot against her. "Won't be a problem. Prepare to get on your knees for me."

"It would be my pleasure."

By the time they'd been there an hour, Kate was struggling, Anthony's hand was hot on her back, his eyes burning into hers as he laughed and smiled, his glasses shining in the dim lighting, and it didn't help that she was sure the air conditioning was broken.

And he wouldn't leave her alone. Usually at these events after a while they were tugged in different directions, mingling with this lord and that, as directed by their teams. But tonight Anthony shrugged off all of his instructions, keeping his arm like a vice around her, the smell of his cologne a little overwhelming, his deep voice rumbling through the both of them, his finger tapping his watch every time her own hand slipped under his jacket or to the edge of his trousers, a stupid smirk on his face. God he was absolutely unbearable, and she wanted him so fucking much, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

Her eyes didn't leave his watch from 11:28, counting down the seconds as they slipped by, clearing her throat as soon as 11:30 ticked around.

"Can you have the car brought around Steve?"

Anthony's smirk intensified into something like a wolfish grin as they waved once more to the assembled party before they slipped out the side doors.

"Well, Your majesty, very impressive restraint shown tonight." his voice was like gravel in her ear, both hands on her waist now, one on either side, his teeth already nipping at her neck, it was all she could do not to groan loudly.

As soon as the car door was opened, Kate had tugged Anthony inside, her hand wrapped around his tie, his hips bucking against her at the sharp tug she gave it.

"What are you doing?" Her own voice was rough as Anthony attempted to settle into the seat beside her, his eyebrows raised.

"Sitting down so we can go home and fuck?" There was something so innocent about the way he said it, that made her heart flutter with love for him, his hand fiddling nervously with his glasses.

Kate clucked her tongue, tugging on his tie until his knees were resting on the floor of the limousine in front of her. "But we have such a long drive home, Lord Bridgerton, you better get to work."

Anthony's eyes darkened immediately, his hands tugging roughly at the hem of her dress, calming as he slipped underneath it, his lips trailing up her thighs, hands forcing her legs apart.

"Fucking hell I wanted to crawl under this dress the minute I saw you, wanted to do it right there in that fucking room again."

Kate tried to force her voice into something like nonchalance, failing miserably as she shifted her hips a little desperately "Well it would have certainly given the Lords something to tut about, you know how they like that."

His chuckle was slight muffled through the layers of her dress. "They're just jealous, they don't get to have you."

And then his mouth started moving over her, hard and relentless, and fuck she couldn't breathe. The privacy partition was thankfully already up as it always was on the way home from events, but still, Kate knew the driver, and Steve who always rode in the front of her car could hear her, and there was something oddly thrilling about it. Oddly thrilling about the obscene noises that were pulled from her chest, about the soft sound of Anthony's mouth on her, the soft moans falling from his lips at the taste of her, his voice coaxing against her.

"That's it, Kate, you've been such a good girl for Daddy."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, unable to help herself as her hips bucked against him helplessly, desperately seeking just a little more friction.

"Please, Anthony, Please."

He chuckled again and then he started moving impossibly faster, his fingers joining his tongue, forcing her higher and higher, she could see the reflection of them in the window as the streetlights passed, th obscene image of them branded on the back of her eyelids, And everything shattered. A soft scream tore through her chest, Anthony humming happily in response as her chest heaved, her breathing erratic.

Anthony's head popped out from under her dress, checking his watch a little dramatically.

"Well that took 5 minutes so I think I can probably do that another 3 times before we get home."

He managed another 4, one rolling against the other like an endless wave, her screams getting louder and louder, condensation covering the windows in the back of the car. And Anthony's smug smile as he tugged her boneless from the car, really was absolutely insufferable.

[thekatebridgerton]

The Devil wears Danbury: a fashion story told in eight parts

Famously outspoken Agatha Danbury has a reputation as the best of the fashion industry, editor in chief for the best selling magazine 'The Ton' Her success is only matched by her revolving door of assistants. All who seem to mysteriously find love and quit before the year is over. But Danbury is nothing if not persistent. Every girl that passes her office must be the best if not then they are free to quit. Of course out of all her former assistants, Agatha Danbury had a special place in her cold heart for Violet's girls.

First there was Daphne, influencer turned aspiring designer who nobody believed in, yes, she took everything Danbury sent her way with a social media smile and boosted the Danbury brand with her PR magic, too bad dear Simon had to swoop in with his false dating scheme to boost his ratings and out was Daphne, inlove and quitting, off to design her first collection.

Then came Kate, a unorthodox recommendation from her sister, who happened to one of Danbury's smartest models, sure Kate was an out of options accountant on a mission to protect her sister Edwina from the dangerous modeling industry, but her help was invaluable when Anthony Bridgerton decided to be an overgrown manchild and put in a request for Danbury's retirement, saying that the formidable Agatha was too old for her job and needed to step down her throne. Well, Kate took care of that, sadly one too many months of sexually charged yelling later and out was Kate, off to marry Anthony and manage Bridgerton Industries. Danbury didn't regret swindling Anthony out of a couple of millions in her contract renewal just as much as he didn't regret stealing Kate out of her grasp.

Poaching Sophie out of Araminta's claws in a business deal was a bargain, Sophie was willing to sell her soul to the devil to get out of her stepmother's thumb and Danbury needed to put Araminta in her place, Sophie was charismatic and quite elegant, had Benedict Bridgerton not swept her off her feet, Sophie could have made a name for herself as a model. Sadly Benedict genius-Artist Bridgerton, made a nuisance of himself in Danbury's office untill "his Muse" said yes to a date and eventually Sophie accepted that she'd rather pose for her beloved painter than any famous photographer and then once again, Danbury was handed another resignation letter.

Then came Penelope, begging for the job after her best friend's brother got too close to discovering the real identity The Ton's salacious columnist, Reporter Whistledown and even then Danbury knew she'd lose Penelope soon. A suspicious Colin Bridgerton was always hard to shake off, so in an effort to help and out of pure mischief Danbury organized the Whistle Revelation contest hoping that millions of suspects would throw Colin of Penelope's scent and hopefully make him realize his blatantly obvious feelings for Penelope sooner. Of course when Colin found out the truth it cost Danbury her best gossip columnist and firing her was only logical now that Reporter Whistledown was exposed. It had nothing to do with 'The Ton' sister publication 'Traveling Coach' offering Penelope a spot as an editor, or it being Colin Bridgerton's site of employment. Danbury might like Penelope, but she wasn't that sentimental.

Francesca lasted exactly two weeks before Michael Stirling came storming into Danbury's office to take her back to Scotland. And to be honest, Danbury didn't even know why she hired Francesca, as the former CFO of Kilmartin games, Fran Bridgerton really had no business hiding out in 'The Ton' and using Danbury's reputation as a shield to escape whatever was happening between her and Stirling. Let alone take a job that was extremely under her paygrade and in a fashion magazine of all places. Agatha's temporary insanity aside, Francesca was the height of efficiency, Danbury almost fought Stirling for her. Yet once again, Agatha was forced to fire a perfectly competent (if overqualified) assistant because of a man inlove. But at least now Kilmartin games owed 'The Ton' a fashion app and a Xbox game.

Hiring Eloise as an assistant after her feminist articles got her fired from one too many newspapers was a favor to Violet. Sending her assistant to track down the reclusive celebrity landscaper and pressure him for an exclusive while Danbury treated herself to a needed vacation in Romney England felt like an easy solution. What trouble could Eloise Bridgerton ever find in the country?. Plenty apparently. One week after reaching their destination, Eloise had already gotten into a paintball war with Phillip's children, given the impression she'd been kidnapped by said man to her brothers and ended the weekend with her and Agatha covered in flour, plus a black eye. If Phillip Crane hadn't said he was some sort of pen pal of hers, Danbury would have called Violet, but as it was Eloise was much adored by the Cranes. Even if the family had a strange way of showing it, with paintball, nerf guns and flowers (too many flowers!). Either way Eloise was too energetic for the fashion industry. Her resignation was no surprise (Her wedding invitation was). And while Eloise credited Agatha for the inspiration behind her choice to start Women Voices Publishing. Danbury would rather just have a competent assistant

Lucy the only one with actual PA experience, was with Danbury the longest, almost a whole year of absolute bliss until some idiot decided hiring Gregory Bridgerton and Hermione (dimwit) Watson in the same multimillion dollar Ad campaign was a good idea. Danbury was ready to cut heads anytime Gregory botched a shoot because he couldn't stop staring at Hermione, who in turn used Lucy's connection to Danbury as a shield whenever she ruined the shoot. Not to mention that Danbury knew fully well that Gregory was using Watson as an excuse to escape his attraction to Lucy. Then of course Gregory had to pull a Bridgerton and get his head out of his arse only when Lucy was about to marry, So yes, Danbury called in a favor with Benedict and gave Lucy's fiancee a tiny push out of the closet. But she resented Gregory, she resented him so much. If he hasn't retired from modeling and gone off to work for Anthony. She would have ruined his career for making her lose Lucy.

And finally there was Hyacinth, Danbury's current assistant, Hyacinth had been with Agatha since graduating college with aspirations of one day becoming editor in chief too, the older woman could see her as a successor in 'The Ton' if only Hyacinth wasn't set on leaving Danbury after getting enough experience to make a splash in the business world then everything would be perfect. Of course, if only her grandson could use that legendary charm to make Hyacinth stay in Danbury's magazine. But while Garret has been attracted to Hyacinth since forever and is an excellent CEO for the magazine, he only has eyes for the family finances his idiot father keeps trying to bankrupt... Unless Danbury gives them both a push too.... She wants to keep Hyacinth after all.

[alrightsnaps]

considering charithra is still not confirmed for s3, i find it weird that she's in all this promo with nicola? either she will be in s3 or (more likely considering how performative bridgerton pr is) theyre just bringing her on because they can't get simone and they need her for diversity to talk about representation :/

I'm still super confused about whether Charithra will be in s03 or not 😭😭

I remember her saying that she hadn't been told of any future plans for her character or something along those lines, then they had her doing promo for s03 with Nicola (and I think there was an article listing her among the returning actors for the upcoming season?).

But I wouldn't put it past them to use her to give the appearance of diversity given its state in the show rn. They have two white couples lined up, one of which will be front and centre of all the s03 promo...and that after months of treating their only WOC lead as if she was playing the most irrelevant side character. The only way to fuck this up more would be casting Sophie and/or the Stirlings as white as well and then introduce an og poc character to tag along in PR 😒

[winnix85]

Dick Winters: “To give you an idea how dedicated Nixon was to the 506th PIR, at Bastogne he had his name drawn from a hat in a lottery that would have given him a thirty-day leave to the United States. Nix refused the offer, saying he wanted to stay with the outfit on the line. How do you explain that kind of dedication? Such devotion is never discussed by the men, but it is never forgotten.”

****** Discussions by the men *******

Stirling Horner: "Your platoon commander, Lieutenant Peacock, has been awarded a thirty-day furlough to the States and he leaves today." He explained that the PR man at Division HQ thought it would be a great idea to send one officer from each regiment involved in the heroic defense of Bastogne to the States for a war bond drive and other publicity purposes. Colonel Sink decided to make the selection by drawing lots. Captain Nixon won, Peacock came in second in the 506th. Nixon said he had already seen the States and didn't want to go, so Peacock got the assignment.

Babe Heffron: Around that time, the officers had a lottery for a thirty-day leave. They gave it to Peacock because Nixon won, but turned it down. He wouldn’t leave the men on the front line. That’s the kind of officer Nixon was. Peacock was more than happy to take it.

Clancy Lyall: And then we heard that Lewis Nixon had won a lottery for a thirty-day leave back to the States but he didn't want it. He wanted to stay with the men so they decided to give it to Peacock instead.

Don Malarkey: OK, Lewis Nixon won it but had the guts to stay, and Peacock was the lucky runner-up. Most of the guys were happy for him, not because he got to go home, but because they got rid of him.

David Webster: "where 's Lieutenant Peacock?" "Home on rotation." "No kidding? I'll be goddamned." "Yeah." Marsh grinned. "Mick was so glad to hear he was leaving that he got out of his hole and ran over and shook his hand. Peacock thought he liked him." Marsh laughed. "Mick told him it couldn't have happened to a better guy." The Army, I thought: All the good men killed, and Peacock sent home on rotation.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Twenty- One

Clint ultimately had had a rather enjoyable morning. It had started with sweet kisses and slow snuggly lovemaking and culminated in creating a minor PR disaster for SHIELD. 

But he’d enjoyed his little counter-protest. Aided and abetted by Thor, Bruce, Sam, Tony, Nat, and several other SHIELD agents that were tired of out of tune hymns and their Witchling not going outside. It had created enough negative attention for the church that Stirling Cole, your stepfather had called for a parlay of sorts.

Clint looked from the bed where you lay, sound asleep, and back in the mirror. At the black eye, he’d gotten when he’d tried to grab you before you could pull Stirling’s throat out in front of the TV cameras. “Worth it,” he said, satisfied. 

“Really worth it,” he amended, looking down at your feet. Cut and still bleeding, though they were healing. Not, perhaps, as rapidly as Bucky or Steve, but even faster than Clint would recover after walking barefoot across hellfire. 

Which, contrary to what Clint had thought, hadn’t burnt you but had left the present gnarly cuts. 

It was all a bit of a blur, really. They’d started by drowning out the protestors by very, very loudly playing the national anthem. That had pissed the protestors off quite a bit. The cacophony had brought you outside, which had riled the protestors up. Rocks started flying. They threw fucking stones at you.

Clint had been furious but nothing. Nothing. Compared to when you slowly turned, blood running down the side of your face and started walking forward. Traffic in front of the tower had ground to a halt due to all the spectators. It had happened in slow motion. Rocks flew, but none of them seemed to land, and you smiled. Or at least. You showed your teeth. And Clint knew, damn well that the face you were making was one countless HYDRA goons had seen before they died. “Oh shit,” he muttered, starting to follow you.

But out of nowhere, fire. The fucking green light created a separation between you and the protestors. Clint looked up to see Strange standing on a balcony out of sight trying to summon something to stop your inevitable progress forward. “Bless him,” Natasha said, “He thinks that’s going to stop her.”

Kill mode was unstoppable. At least. Mostly. You wouldn’t care about Damage to yourself. And that much was clear as you clawed your way through the green flames, unphased by the cuts they left. 

“She’s gonna kill him,” Clint said, “Fuck- Thor-”

But the demigod needed no more prompting. He might agree with you that the man SHOULD be killed, but he knew you couldn’t be SEEN to do it. He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around you quickly, thankful for his sturdy boots. And grateful that “kill mode” as Stark had dubbed it, was only dangerous to your immediate target. He’d once thought it berserker like rage but, Bruce was quick to dissuade him of that. Bruce pegged it as a response to trauma. And Thor agreed. Mostly.

“Witchling,” he rumbled, grunting as you attempted to squirm out of his arms, “Be still.” You radiate pain. Pain and Fear, and Anger. A thousand different memories rush through you, and you just... can’t. You can’t manage it all. Stories about what should happen to anyone who doesn’t obey their god. The sting of a belt against your ass and thighs for whatever infraction. Your elation at the warm sand in California turning to panic as the sunset, and it started to get cold. Foster care. Going hungry. Stealing packs of ramen to eat while you were running. Peggy Carter. A job offer. And then a van. And searing fucking pain. Endless fucking pain as these “SHIELD” ass holes played around with your genetic code. But you didn’t care because you were fed. And warm. And someone finally showed you how to control your powers. You were never enough. Never. It didn’t matter what you did. How obedient you were or how many people you saved. You were nothing. Evil. Dirty. As if you had asked for any of this.

Clint could hear you screaming. There weren’t even words. Just screams. And he blinked back tears. It sounded like Thor was killing you, but. Anyone that had seen you wake up in medical knew that wasn’t this sound. He rushed forward and reached up carefully, trying to remind you that you were okay. And help Thor keep a hold of you. You’d worked an arm free, and the Asgardian was struggling. Even if you weren’t trying to hurt him, you could still be dangerous. 

When your elbow caught his eye, Clint took the opportunity to grab your hand. “Y/N,” he said softly, “Baby. Please. Let us help. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was trying to make it stop.”

You reached for him, and he held his arms out tenderly, “It’s okay,” he murmured, ignoring the pain in his head. He held you against him. His heartbreaking with every stuttering breath. Your fingers curled in the soft fabric of his jacket. “It hurts,” you pant. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he said softly, picking you up when he noticed you standing in a pool of blood from the cuts on your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He knew you didn’t want him to apologize but, he didn’t know what else to say. “Thor,” Clint muttered, “Help me get her inside. No one can see what’s happening now, but she can’t walk back over all this.” Thor grunted and nodded, bashing Mjolnir against the flames to get them out of the way so the archer could carry you.

Clint shifts your weight gently and follows after, pressing soft kisses against your hair when you whimper. “I know,” he soothes, “Shhh. We’ll get you inside, okay?”

“Your eye,” you murmur.

“I’m okay,” he reassures gently, “I know you didn’t mean to. You’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“I love you,” you murmur, swallowing hard. 

“I know,” he says gently, “You love me so much. You didn’t want to hurt anyone... Except for Stirling. And he deserves it. But we can’t let you tear his throat out on live TV baby. We can’t.”

Thor growled next to him, and Clint half smiled, “See, Thor can get away with it. Because he’s big. And not human. But it’s a bad look if we let the sweetest Avenger go around killing preachers on TV.”

“I’m a monster,” you whisper. Clint stops walking, and Thor stops mid-swing, stopping to look at you.

“My lady,” he said quietly, aware that his voice could carry, “I have fought monsters. You are not a monster, Witchling. You’re not what they all did to you to try and tear you asunder. You are kind. And Just. Powerful and sometimes rightfully very scary, but you are not a monster, my darling.” 

“All I took away from that is that Thor is scared of you,” Clint teased, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you huffed a laugh. 

Thor smirked a little and brushed his fingers against your hair affectionately. “Maybe a little,” he teased, “Her knowledge of song lyrics is prodigious and not of this Earth.”

_______

Clint leaned on the door frame, thankful that Lucky was curled between your knees and your belly, and Jinx had taken up her spot behind your knees. You were warm and stuck. Unable to move without disturbing your snoozing fur babies. 

Satisfied you’d be okay for a few minutes, he slipped downstairs. You needed water. And food. And he was hungry. 

He was halfway through putting together some food. Lots of spicy, salty snacks for you and some sweet stuff for him. A couple sodas. Sandwiches. And some frozen fruit. Anything he thought you might want when Natasha leaned over and inspected his eye.

“How you feel?” she asked. The implication, Clint knew, was her asking if you’d meant to do that.

“Fine,” Clint said placatingly, “I caught an elbow trying to help Thor keep hold of her.”

“Kill mode?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Natasha winced, “I heard her screaming. It made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I hate it.”

“I know,” Clint said, rubbing his neck, “But... she’s- she’s okay. Mostly. Freaking out because she hurt us. But she’s healing.”

The spy quirks an eyebrow, “Us?”

“She bit Thor trying to get loose. Didn’t break the skin, but there was a real pretty bruise.”

“Damn.”

Clint smirked, “You should have seen my shoulder when she got done with me last week.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled a little. “Only you, Barton,” she huffed.

“You love me,” he says.

“I do,” she admitted, “I’m just glad everything’s okay because... they wanna see her.”

“Who does?” Clint asked cautiously.

“Her mom. And stepdad... Tony threatened charges for property damage. And assault since they hit her with a rock,” she explained.

“And they want her to stop it?”

The spy nodded, and Clint shrugged, “Tough shit,” he said, “She’s asleep. And she’s had enough. She’s gonna stay that way until she’s ready to be up and about.”

Natasha nodded, “I’ll go tell Tony that their Parlay will have to wait.” She wasn’t going to argue. Clint had a point. Putting you back in front of them when you felt raw like this was only gonna make a bigger mess.

_________

Peggy slid a cup of tea across the table to Steve and he smiled his thanks, “Peg, I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” he said, “Bucky just will not let this go.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile and sighed, “Since when does he let anything go?”

“This is different though. It’s vindictive. And all Y/N did was quietly harbor a crush none of us even knew about.”

“That is an accomplishment, given how many spies are in that building,” she said, impressed. 

“Y/N is a good girl,” Steve said, “But Peg, if he keeps pushing on her and she snaps, there’s no one in that building that could save him- Maybe Barton but. Let’s be honest, he’d not stop her.”

She smirked, “No. I don’t think he would. Not if he’s the Clint I remember.”

“He’s worse where she’s concerned,” Steve said rolling his eyes, “No common sense.”

“Well,” she said shrugging, “When someone feels like home, you don’t really want to let them go.”

“That’s true,” he sighed, “But still.”

“But nothing,” she laughed, “What’s the betting pool up to on the proposal?”

Steve smirked, “Sam and I stand to split a pretty chunk of change if he does it on Christmas... Natasha is gonna take it if he does it for Halloween. Bruce swears he’s gonna do it next time they’re on a mission together before he even has a ring.”

Peggy grinned, “I’d say Bruce has the right idea. If he plans anything he won’t go through with it.”

Steve shook his head and gave her an apologetic smile picking up his ringing phone, “Roger- They did what?” he barked.

Peggy sat up a little straighter, eager for some gossip.

“Was anyone hurt?” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. No. Just- yeah. Alright.”

He hung up the phone and groaned, “Clint lobbed a counter-protest,” he explained, “Kill mode happened and now Y/N feet are cut up and CLint has a black eye from trying to help Thor grab hold of her.”

“Fucking hell,” she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

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