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[birdy-bat-writes]

You've Got the Real Thing Right Here

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

A/N: I kid you not, I wrote this in 30 minutes in a Gatorade-induced, TikTok-fueled romantic fit of filthy feelings. So…it’s probably not edited well and I’m so sorry haha. But I hope you like it:D

Summary: You come across a scene in a book and wonder, is this really attractive? Luckily, your boyfriend is there to show you that it really is.

Content Warnings: almost smut, really borderline smut, fluff, Jake being a sweetheart, Jake being way too hot to handle, and some swearing. Let me know if I missed anything :D Minors DNI!!!!

Word count:  1047

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You didn’t usually get many days off, so today was a rarity. Your boss left for a personal vacation and since there was nothing to do at the office, you were told that you simply didn’t have to come in. It was impromptu and random, but you knew exactly how you were going to spend it. There were only 8 more chapters left in your book, and you’ve been dying to find out of the two love interests finally get together.

It was a little cold out today in San Diego, another rarity. After a warm shower, you slipped into some cozy leggings and your favorite of all your boyfriend’s sweatshirts; a gray and burnt orange Longhorns crewneck subtly scented with his cologne, your perfume, and the smell of brownies from your shared baking excursion last weekend. You opted out of wearing anything under the sweatshirt because why not? It was your day off, after all. With a cup of hot chocolate, you sat down by a window and opened your paperback to its little crocheted bookmark and let yourself sink into the story.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed by the time you closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. You started at 10:00 am and now it was 3:00. Emotions were swirling within you, and you couldn’t help but twirl around your living room, smiling. They finally got together! Oh god, that was so cute—and a few pages later, so hot. Still grinning like an idiot, you decided to head on over to the kitchen and grab lunch. You microwaved last night’s leftovers and let your mind wander. Every romance book you’ve read has the same scene; the guy leaning on the doorframe and looking down at the girl. What’s up with that? It makes you feel warm every time, and you just know that whatever scene comes next is bound to be good but what the heck makes a doorframe attractive? It’s just leaning; something you do every day.

Your thoughts were interrupted by keys jangling at your door. Jake was home! You leant over in your chair, putting yourself in his line of sight. “Hey, Babe, welcome home.” Jake could hear the smile in your voice.

“Why, thank you, Darlin’. What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked, walking over to you and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Nothing much,” you replied as he walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. “How was work?” Jake started talking, and you’re sure you heard some of it but from here on out, another thought consumed your mind entirely. Jake isn’t that much shorter than your kitchen door….

“…so I told him that was crazy. Right?” Jake looked to you to find you absolutely spaced out. “Y/N? Everything okay…?”

“Uh, yeah! Sorry, what were you saying?” Jake grinned, amused at the light blush that was dusting your cheeks.

“No, no, what’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing, I promise.” You insisted, standing up to join him in the kitchen entrance.

“Sweetheart, you’re great at a lot of things,” he started, putting his hand in yours, “but you’re a shit liar.” You giggled with him and looked down.

“Okay, okay. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Alright, uh,” you didn’t expect to suddenly get as shy as you did. “Could you just put your hand up here, on the doorframe corner and like, lean over a little?” Jake, with his Gatorade still in hand, looked down at you, confused, but still did it anyway.

“Like this?”, he asked.

“Yeah! Now, bend your elbow a little. Lean naturally into it.”

“Is there a reason for this or…?”

“Satisfying my curiosity.”

“Gotcha.”

“Okay, perfect.” You took a small step back, one hand still on Jake’s chest to get a look at the full picture and…woah. Okay, now you get why curiosity killed the cat, and why every book had this scene. It was freaking hot.

Jake’s green eyes were darkened by the shadows of his lashes and his lips had the slightest shine from the Gatorade. God, you bet he tasted like lemon-lime right now, and his posture…you knew he was tall, but did he really always tower over you like this? His biceps were on full display along with the tan skin of his neck and, god, he was so close, and so big and his cologne was intoxicating. You felt hot.

Jake saw it immediately. He knew that look; he saw your lips part and the way your legs squeezed shut. Oh. He took a long drawn-out look at your figure up and down and he knew you were done for.

Smirking, he asked, “Y/N, Honey, you okay there? You look a little red.” A teasing tone lacing his voice. He reached toward the coffee table to put down his Gatorade and he saw it. It’s that book you’ve been reading. There it is. Jake curled his hand around your waist, snaking it under your his sweatshirt, making you shiver as he pulled you close. His fingers were icy against your hot skin from holding the cold bottle. You gasped when he pressed you flush against his chest. “All this because of a book?” he took his other hand down from the doorframe to place it on your cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb. “Baby, you’ve got the real thing right here.” He whispered, lips ghosting over yours before pressing into you for a rough, heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his waist while his fingers pressed into yours. He peppered kisses along your jawline, feeling the warmth of your skin on his. The sensation of his stubble on your neck went straight to your core and made you whimper, an act that tore down what little resolve Jake had left. He pulled away and took you by the hand out of the kitchen.

“Jake, why’d you stop?” You uttered, breathlessly.

“I didn’t. Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“The bedroom. Oh,” he took two steps back to the coffee table and reached for the bottle of Gatorade. “Better take this. You’ll need it by the time I’m done with you.”

Moral of the story? Read books, stay sexy.

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[morgana-larkin]

a rather violent or might be crack prompt ; Melissa had a real bad morning. From her house and on her way to Abbott, all she encountered are misfortune, the barista didn't even made her coffee right and cursed to she's just centimeters away from punching someone. The reader, however is excited for her new job and parked on Melissa's favorite parking spot [she didn't know it is Mel's parking spot yet]. Ava was introducing the new teacher in the break room when Melissa burst in and asked who owns the jeep wrangler, the reader smiled sweetly and said it's her and hi. Which made Melissa even more pissed because she's so done and it's not even 9 in the morning and goes like "yeah, so it's you? well, Say hi to this" and punched the new teacher in the face breaking her nose lololol. The whole Abbott staff was GAGGED. But later on she apologize and the new teacher is very understanding. Ava was thankful because she said she cannot go to the court again, because apparently she had to go twice already that week. Lol. This is crazy, I know.

Alrighty! Here’s one of the ones that’s on the list! Anon it may be crazy but so am I lol. Crazy for our favourite redhead. This one is short but sweet. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m thinking of expanding the area of who I write for. Because while I’m completely obsessed with Lisa Ann Walter (she’s my favourite), I also like the thirteenth Doctor and Beverly (Jodie Whittaker), Misty Quigley and Marilyn Thornhill(Christina Ricci), Agatha Harkness and Eve Fletcher(Kathryn Hahn), and Moraine Sedai (Rosamund Pike). Let me know if any of those interest you!

The Stolen Parking Spot

Warnings: Feisty Mel (although that’s just regular Mel lol), reader gets punched

Words: 1.56

Melissa is having one of those mornings when nothing goes right. She forgot to set her alarm which caused her to wake up at 7 instead of 6, which then caused her to quickly have a shower and not dry her hair. Which then caused her to get distracted and forget her lunch and coffee. Which was sad since she was looking forward to those leftovers. She quickly stopped at the coffee shop down the street from Abbott to get a coffee and they screwed it up. When she finally got to Abbott she saw that someone even parked in her parking spot. ”THIS FUCKING MORNING!” Melissa yelled in her car. She had to park in the very last spot, furthest from the door. On the way to the door she tripped and dropped her screwed up coffee. She swears that she’s gonna punch someone.

She looked at the car that’s in her spot and sees it’s a jeep wrangler, who the bloody hell can afford a jeep wrangler on our paycheck. Melissa stomps her way to the break room and looks at the time, 7:50, 10 minutes until school starts. When she got to the break room she slammed the door open and yelled, “who owns the Jeep wrangler in the parking lot?!!?” and all eyes turn to her, including a new pair of eyes, yours.

You were excited to start your new job today. You turned your alarm clock off and looked at the time, 6:15am. Perfect! You got in the shower, then after brushed your teeth and hair, dried your hair then applied some eyeshadow and lip balm, not a lot but a thin layer. You packed your lunch and then set off to Abbott. You quickly stopped at the coffee shop down the street from the school and got an amazing cup of coffee from there, you might have to return back here to get another. Just as you were about to get in your car, you see this beautiful redhead stomp up into the shop, she looks like she’s having a rough morning you think, you hope it turns around for her. You park in the parking lot then walk up to the doors and enter. You meet the principal and she brings you to the break room to meet everyone. “Everyone! This is y/n y/l/n! Our new 6th grade teacher, since the other one…nvm what happened there, she’s gone and y/n here is the new one.” Ava replies. Janine and Jacob immediately go up and introduce themselves to you just as another teacher storms in here, “who owns the Jeep wrangler in the parking lot?!!?” And everyone, including you, turns to look at her, and you raise your hand.

“Hi, I own the Jeep Wrangler, I’m y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you!” You tell her and she looks pissed.

“Yeah, so it’s yours?” She asks and you nod. “Well say hi to this!” She says and punches you in the face and you tumble back into Jacob and Janine and your nose starts bleeding. Everyone looks at Melissa and you in shock, everyone’s jaw dropped. Ava rushes to hand you napkins for your nose and then Janine quickly rushes you to the nurse.

Back in the break room, all eyes are on Melissa, Ava quickly rushes out, not wanting to get involved. Barb is the first one to speak, she gets up and makes her way to Melissa.

“Melissa, why did you punch that poor innocent woman?” She asks her, and it seems all of Melissa’s anger left her body already and looks guilty.

“I didn’t mean to. I just had a really bad morning and she parked in my spot and I tripped and lost my coffee.” She says and at that, Jacob quickly makes her a cup of coffee and hands it to her. “Thanks Jacob.” She says and Jacob almost trips when she tells him that since there’s no added insult.

“I should go and apologise to that girl. Who is she anyway? I've never seen her before.”

“Oh that’s y/n, the new sixth grade teacher, it’s her first day.” Jacob says and Melissa looks even more guilty.

“First day? Oh great. First day and gets punched in the face, great welcome.” Melissa says and Janine returns at that moment.

“Nurse is looking at her nose and thinks it’s a broken nose but just a little bit broken.” She says and Melissa facepalms.

“Janine, do you mind taking my class for a bit? I’m gonna go apologise to her.” Melissa says and Janine immediately agrees.

“I can watch over her sixth grade class.” Jacob says. “I have a prep period.”

“Ok ya, you do that.” Melissa says defeated and then she goes to the nurse’s office. She walks in and sees the nurse finishing up the bandage on your nose. “Hi.” She says to you after the nurse said you're good to go and you look over to her with wide eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to punch you again. I wanted to apologise.” She tells you after you get off the bed.

“Oh it’s alright, no hard feelings. I promise I won’t park in your spot again.” You tell her and then thank the nurse and then you leave, Melissa trailing behind you.

“Wait a second, can I talk to you for a minute please.” She says and you turn around to look at her.

“The bell rang like 5 minutes ago and I got a room full of students waiting for me and I’m sure you got one too.” You tell her.

“Well actually Jacob is looking after your class right now and Janine is watching mine while I came to apologise to you.”

“Like I said, no hard feelings. You’re very protective of your spot, I get it.” You tell her and she sighs.

“It’s not about the spot, it would have been fine if all the other things that happened to me this morning didn’t happen. I would have still been annoyed that you parked in my spot but I wouldn’t have punched you.” She tells you and you look at her and remember the woman outside the coffee shop this morning.

“Wait, did you stop at the coffee shop down the street?” You ask her and she nods. “I saw you walking in there as I was about to get in my car. You looked pretty pissed, I silently hoped your morning turned around but I guess not.” You tell her.

“Ya I’m not having the best morning, I forgot to set my alarm so I woke up an hour late. I could dry my hair since I didn’t have time, I forgot my lunch and coffee which I was looking forward too. And the coffee shop didn’t get my coffee right. And after I had to park in the furthest spot, I tripped and dropped my coffee.” She tells you and you stare at her with wide eyes.

“Wow, no wonder you punched me. Sounds like quite the morning.” You tell her and she chuckles a bit. Ava comes around the corner and passes you guys.

“Well like I said, I wanted to apologise for punching you, and also to properly greet you to Abbott.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“Like I said, no hard feelings but thank you, I’m not gonna sue or anything.” You say and Ava hears that and immediately comes over to you.

“You’re not gonna sue?” She asks and you shake your head. “Oh thank you, cause girl I can’t go to court again this week. I’ve already gone twice this week.” She tells you and walks away. You go to question her but Melissa tells you not to bother.

“She’s already gone twice? It’s Wednesday.” You say and Melissa laughs.

“I’m not that surprised.” She tells you.

“By the way.” You tell her. “I never got your name.”

“It’s Melissa.” She tells you and holds out a hand for you to shake.

You shake her hand. “Y/n.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Well it’s lovely to meet you y/n.” She tells you with a smile.

“Likewise.” You tell her.

“Well I should probably go. I’m pretty much the only one that can keep my kids calm. I’m surprised that Janine hasn’t burst out of the room yet.” She says and you laugh. Just then Janine bursts out of the room.

“Melissa, your students are so hyper.” Janine says and catches her breath.

“Wow, the timing.” You tell her and she laughs.

“To properly make it up to you, how about you sit at the table with Barb and I at lunch?” She asks you and you immediately agree. “Well I’ll see you at lunch then.” She tells you and you nod. You then proceed to go to your class and Melissa goes to save Janine.

*4 years later*

Melissa is standing holding your hands in front of both your families. “I can’t believe that we’re finally getting married. And to think it started with a stolen parking spot and a punch to the face.” She says as she starts her wedding vows and you giggle. She smiles at you as she hears the laugh that she fell in love with.

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[nervoushottee]

Good Trouble | Frankie x Fem!Reader x Santiago Fic

Summary: You and the Miller brothers have known each other since childhood. But the years go by and time moves on and the three of you are grown up. But what happens when they come home to visit and the two friends they bring along with them catch your eye??

WARNINGS: Have no military knowledge whatsoever so none of this accurate I’m sure. Really just writing for the boys. So please don’t take offense if any of it is wrong. Also bad parents

NOTE: This fic was 1000% inspired by @astroboots Homecoming Universe. I can’t explain how many times I’ve reread that ENTIRE series and I truly love it. I can’t picture Frankie without Santi now and vice versa. Truly a work of art. PLEASE READ IT

[2k? And some change] (Might make a Smut Part 2??)

NOT EDITED, We die like the horny sluts we are.

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You, Will and Benny were like three peas in the pod. Having grown up together in the same neighborhood, went to the same church when your family felt religious, even went to the same high school together. You and Benny were around the same age, graduated in the same year a few years after Will did.

You and Will were close, he was the brotherly comfort you always wanted and needed. He looked after you as if you were just another sibling. Always around, always here for you. Do you need a ride somewhere? He’s there. There’s a rat you found in your parents garage? Lock the door, scream into the phone about the small animal and he’s there with a bucket and a shovel.

You confided in him about things even Benny never knew and at times, he did too. You loved each other, a calm and quiet love that you would forever cherish.

You and Benny were an entirely different story. When Will brought out the peace and slowness out of you. Benny brought the fire and chaos. You had it in you always, especially with how strict your parents were growing up. Only allowing you to go to school and back or to Will and Benny’s. Fearful that their only daughter would get corrupted by the world and influenced by others. But what your parents didn’t know was that Benny was simply the amplifier of your chaos. The younger brother of sweet and calm Will had to be just like him right?

Going into high school, that’s when it finally snapped. Too many years of being obedient, too many years of being compliant. You were antsy and full of anger and energy. And Benny, he grew into a 6ft 3 firecracker who always got in trouble at school. One night, you told your parents you were going to a party and it didn’t end well. Involving in you slamming your bedroom door, locking it with a chair pushed against the knob. You sat on your bed legs shaking full of anxiety and frustration. You grab your phone and dial Will’s number. Will who had just got a car in his senior year.

You muttered words of wanting to get away from your parents for a bit, that he couldn’t use the front door. He told you he’d be there in 20. He got in there in 10.

You grabbed a small bag with a few clothes and toiletries having know idea what you were doing. All you knew is that you needed to get out of there.

Benny helped you out your bedroom window and the two of you run out to Will small sedan he had bought with a good hard working at multiple jobs and the leftover amount his dad and had helped pay.

That night was the first time of many were you finally let yourself loose. It was stupid to “runaway” over a party. But to be locked up away and feel like you can hardly breathe, that felt like the last straw.

Your late teens were filled with you and Benny being mischievous and chaotic. So many detentions, missing school, sneaking out. Will tried to intervene like his mom asked but he wanted you and his brother to have fun. For you two to be youthful and enjoy your times together.

But then, Will announced he was going to enlist. Wanting to follow off his dad’s footsteps and fight for his country. His mother didn’t agree with it from the start. You either. Their father was hesitant on his response, telling him it was his decision but to know and understand what he was going to do.

You hated him for it. You know you shouldn’t but it was better than feeling sad for Will to go. He told you Benny would still be here and he’d see the two of you graduate. But you knew, the minute after graduation Benny would take the first opportunity to join him.

Benny always looked up to his brother, always wanted to make him proud. More than his own father. And when graduation turned around, the two of you in royal blue caps and gowns with bright smiles on your face, Benny enlisted a week after.

You got accepted into the only college you applied for. The college you put all your cards on to get you out of your parents house as fast as you could. It was in another state, smack down in the city of Chicago. Ben and their parents helped you move. You went up many stairs, Benny’s hands full of overpriced college items that you wouldn’t need later on in the semester. Every opportunity May got she brought up the opportunity for Ben to just go to college instead of enlisting. But Ben was sure, once he set his mind on something he wouldn't do anything else.

That day was the last time you saw him in a while. You hugged him so tightly, tears staining his white t shirt. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder, he towered over you with his tall frame. From strangers the both of you looked like a couple. And if Ben ever had the courage to tell you, you probably could have been. But you held onto holding him tighter and hearing him whisper that he'd be back soon.

Throughout your years of college, Benny and Will would come home whenever they were able to. Will helped you and your roommate find an apartment to get you out of the college dorm rooms. You were done with doing communal showers. The apartment was okay? Decent enough and cheap enough to live in a good area and close to the school. But you spent most of your time working at the diner to pay for rent. The visits home to see the Miller family was sporadic. Getting letters from your boys writing on slips of paper you would read on your break.

You and Benny started to grow apart. Which wasn’t a surprise. Two of you were peas in a pod. From being close in age and close in general. From talking everyday to almost a few weeks to a month. You didn’t blame him either (you did a little), the military wasn’t a walk in the park.

Then one day, Benny calls you, saying him and Will were going to visit but he would bring a few of his friends. And that’s when you meet Frankie and Santiago.

Frankie. Who had such a quiet yet confident demeanor. A cap on his head, his brown curls peaking through beneath. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him and it couldn’t help but linger for a second before you were introduced to Santi.

Santiago. Who burned with smugness and confidence. Eyes low as he stared down at you with a smirk. His gray shirt emphasizing his toned muscles of his chest and arms. Wit and humor flowing off his tongue the minute he got into the diner.

“This is who you two are always running off too?” He say playfully as the four them sit at the booth bar. The two of you shake hands which turns into a hug as Santiago pulls you into a soft rocking embrace. ( You were happy for the extra blush you applied that morning).

You could feel Frankie’s eyes on the two of you after you released from the hug. And almost as if you could read the man in front of you (who you just met), he could tell too. Your body warmed at the feeling.

You asked them their names to make sure you got them correctly before taking their order. Frankie hesitated a few times, asking what certain dishes were made with what just to spend more time talking to you. You smiled and would tell him your eyes never leaving his.

Frankie was quiet, even with when he introduced himself. Giving you a small nod of his cap and a warm smile. He didn’t speak much but his eyes told you everything.

Santi (that’s what he told you to call him), would not let up on his flirtatious jokes. They were subtle and small. They were just enough for you to know that he was feeling something towards you.

Just enough that Benny and surprisingly Will didn’t catch up on it yet.

It was almost funny how quick you could read off of the two of them from simply your first meeting.

You felt it in your bones that the two of them was going to be trouble. A good trouble that you would want to continue getting into if they let you. You ignored Will’s ever so persistent eyes on you, you knew that he knew something was off but wouldn’t say it unless he was 100% sure and even then he still wouldn’t. That man never missed a beat of anything. Benny and Santiago chatting you up about something that happened back on base that has you chuckling a few times. Frankie keeping to himself, quiet and adding a few comments here and there.

You could see the small touches between Frankie and Santiago since the two of them sat down. They were very small and it was like looking through a magnifying glass to see them. But now it was clear as day to you. How all four of them sat at the diner stools in a row. The two of them are right next to each other. Arms brushing against one another in a way that felt more intimate than accident.

When the four men finished eating you had them the bill and expertly slipping your number into Frankie’s pocket. (He saw you writing the number down 5 minutes ago and let you put it in his locked without you knowing). Knowing if you just handed it to him for all eyes to see that you wouldn’t hear the end of it from Benny.

Benny hated all of your partners. And granted most of the time the people you got with werent that great and had a good amount of red flags. But Benny would always have something to say regardless and you hated it.

So of course he would throw more than just a fit if he saw you handing your number to not one but both of his friends he introduced to you only just that day.

Santiago was a bit more tricky. You couldn’t slip it to him secretly without alerting Benny so you failed to give it to him. The four of them waved goodbye before both Will and Benny gave you a hug and exited out the diner as it was about to close. Only one or two stragglers left in the whole building. You see Frankie and Santi talking amongst themselves outside the diner looking at you as the Miller brothers walked outside to join them.

You get to tidying up since it’s your turn to close, wiping tables and stacking up chairs. When you’re sweeping in the moonlit room is when you see it.

A black wallet on the black and white checkered floor. You pick up to expect the license and your heart stops when you see it’s Santiago’s.

You have no clue if he left here on purpose or on accident but you smile to yourself as you stuff it into your bag before locking up for the night.

Walking back to your apartment, your phone buzzes once your at your front door, keys in hand.

Frankie: Check your apron pocket.

You look at your phone confused at the message. Wondering why that is the first thing he texts you but reach into your pocket all the same. Your hand is met with a small receipt that you knew wasn’t in there before the start of your shift.

You pull your hand out to see a ripped piece of paper with both Santi and Frankie’s phone number on it.

You knew they were going to be trouble.

Good trouble.

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[marimayscarlett]

Would you rather go shopping for some cheap bleach with Sven Kruspe or have a verbal fight with Richard Zee Kay over whether gel or hair spray will last longer for the slicked down Karen do?

Hi!! Another "choose your fighter Richard"-edition 👌🏼

This time, these two lovely versions are on my mind while debating over the respective situations:

1) Hunting for bleach or hair colour to save Sven/Scholle from the danger of being any less than angelic-looking

It depends where Sven/Scholle would have to look for hair colour.

In the GDR, there were pretty limited options regarding stores and products - he'd probably scrape together some leftover Pfennige and off he goes to the nearest "Konsum" (one of the few store chains), hoping and praying that this time around, some hair colour would be available. But alas, it's queuing time in front of the store, so better make sure to bring some time to wait until the cows come home (figuratively, Scholle's cow is still safe and sound in his backyard after the last adventure, thank God).

The hair colours back then would most likely ruin your hair structure pretty quick (for example the brand "Londa") and sometimes, not even hair conditioner was available. So after colouring/bleaching, a mixture of oil and egg yolk would do the trick to at least somewhat keep his hair smooth. Have fun washing that out 👀

If Sven/Scholle would go shopping after the wall came down, culture shock it is, mixed with utter excitement and quite overwhelming feelings. Off he goes to the local drug store "Schlecker" and... What do you mean, there are 17 shades of blond?? While buying hair colour now is almost too easy, things still get an exciting kick since now he's maybe already sporting his ungodly yet endearing dreads - good luck colouring those without tangling them every 2 seconds.

2) The Richard Zee Kay "alternative hairstyle" (as I like to call it) situation

What do you mean by arguing? Everybody knows you first put around 1-1,5 tubes of hair gel on your hair and neatly style it. After you're sure it has the texture of concrete, spray approximately 2 cans of hairspray on it, to make sure it's set and sturdy enough for every possible encounter - like beating the living daylights out of your band mate or complaining to your nearest manager.

I wouldn't argue with him, I would just try to hide his damn comb and drag him to the next hairdresser, that's what I would do.

So I think this time around, I choose the bleach situation 😌

#rammstein #richard kruspe #again going way too deep into this but it was fun researching about the gdr again for a bit #for legal reasons these are all jokes richard if you're reading this i love you and your hair styles might've been debatable #and you rocked them eith confidence #ask

[bahandis]

( maris racal , cis woman , she/her , twenty-four ) ⸒ a little birdy told me AURORA “RORY” BAHANDI just moved to sunset hills . have you met them yet ? i heard them driving down the street playing TO HAUNT, TO STARTLE by PENNY AND SPARROW , they sounded a little pitchy but they had the spirit ! must be their favorite or something . hey … it looks like they just moved into MIDNIGHT PARK . have you heard about what they do for a living ? someone told me they’re a LIBRARIAN / ASPIRING WRITER , but who knows if that’s even true . guess we’re just gonna have to wait and see . nervous ? don’t be , i think you’re gonna get along just fine ! i can’t wait to see what they get up to .

hi all! i’m vee and this my baby rory! pls come love her. 

tw for death and grief 

when rory was born, the population of ojai, california went up by two, becoming a cool 6,324 as she along with her twin sister lindsay came into the world red-faced and screaming

her family was particularly the closest kind, sunday night pillow forts and friday and eating her mom’s adobo, listening to her dad’s records 

her family was a light, not without their problems, as all families are, but still enough for her

rory was a social animal growing up, she spent her weekdays playing volleyball and getting ice cream after school, often dragging lindsay along with her. 

she also found charm in her own quiet moments, reading every novel she could get her hands on or just whatever she picked up from the local library 

performing as rory got exhausting sometimes keeping up that constant state of energy and magnetism, this was when she would retreat to the library reading books and imagining another life for herself 

it was easy to figure out what she was going to do with her life relatively. there was nowhere she was at peace as much as the library, so she would be rory publicly, and aurora privately in the comfort of the library stacks 

the desire to write the next great american novel however came in her sophmore year of high school after signing up for a creative writing elective 

writing quickly became an outlet for all the things she felt unable to say, for someone so quickly distracted sometimes having a thousand thoughts a minute felt all too much 

the manuscript she’s working on now she’s been pounding out since her senior year of high school, despite it’s completion she still mulls over its imperfections editing and rewriting chunks 

though arguably she’s mostly looking for an excuse not to submit it to any publishing houses because she’s terrified of rejection 

it seemed like she had her entire life ahead of her to be so full of joy but all things must come to an end eventually 

two years ago her sister lindsay graduated college with a bachelors in biomedical science. though overjoyed rory had caught a nasty case of strep throat and was relegated to her bed for the week 

though as lindsay embarked she’d promised she’d bring leftovers from dinner with their parents. that was the last time she would ever see her, or the rest of her family 

in the blink of an eye her family was there and then they weren’t 

it wasn’t until aurora was watching the steel corpse of their minivan being pulled away by a tow truck that it clicked. she was alone 

the grief was overwhelming, she felt like she was being eaten alive. family flew in from the philippines to help with the funeral but rory was a husk of a person, body acting on autopilot just to sleep 

everywhere she turned they were reminders of her family. for two years she wallowed in her grief barely getting by until the pitying looks and the memory of it all became too much 

a month ago she sold her parents house, stuffed was little belongings remained into a uhaul truck and moved to sunset hills 

the anonymity was intoxicating, here nobody knew her story, nobody even knew her name. 

she’s not quite the rory she used to be, she’s still figuring out who she is after everything, and trying to make a life here despite it all. 

#queued

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Narratives in motion

Intro

Coming in from the last project I knew that I would struggle to find something new to do with the text. The trouble I had with this extract when tying to create a narrative, was the fact that not much actually happens in it. Orlando gets up, looks in the mirror, then leaves. I knew I had to evolve the story somehow, as my final piece for the last project was a pretty basic retelling of the extract. What helped me get inspired in the last project was reading the original text, so for this project, I decided to watch the 1992 film based on the book. I found it a very quiet film, there’s not much dialogue, It mostly relies on visuals to carry it. The film also follows a repetitive structure, it’s split into very specific themes. I really loved the film, I though it made Orlando a very relatable character, and I decided to have my animation borrow the rigid structure of the movie, but try and update the themes for a more modern experience.

Process

In the briefing for this project we were encouraged to collaborate across courses. I reached out to two friends of mine who are studying sound design and film to help me with this project. They helped me storyboard and write a full script, as well as made the sound bites that I wanted to put in the final piece. I felt pretty confident in making the puppet, as I have some experience with crafting and sewing, however, I was feeling less confident at stop motion animation, as I know it can take much longer to make than you think it will. During this project I suffered a few setbacks that were out of my control, which meant I had much less time to create the final price that I initially thought I would. Luckily for me, our animations could also include live action and digitally animated segments, so I edited my script to include more of these mediums which I could make quicker that stop motion. This meant removing the stop motion I was planning on doing with the puppet. The puppet would still be featured in the film, but It would save me a lot of time. I sewed the puppet out of felt and some leftover fabric I had lying around. I opted to not put a wire inside the upper, as previously mentioned, the puppet wouldn’t be required to hold a pose. I also made a miniature set of an art gallery out of a cardboard box and collage. I used procreate to make some animated gifs, to replace parts of the script I had scrapped for time. I did this pretty quickly as I had done it recently, for the previous project. Finally, in keeping with the style of the movie, I made some title cards to introduce a new section of the film.

Over the Christmas break, I was able to think about the outcome of the project, though I appreciated the help I was getting on the project, as the deadline approached I felt it would be easier to film the puppet sections by myself, rather than to schedule around another person, as well as equipment hire. I also began to feel less and less excited about the project, and thought I would rather save the collaborative energy for something I was more passionate about. I also thought that the quality jump between iPhone animations and professionally filmed high quality footage would be distracting, and not really fit with the aesthetic of the film. So, over the next few days, I filmed all the missing pieces of my animation on my phone, and edited the clip together roughly on iMovie (as it was the simplest to use), and used my favorite peices of music from the original movie to finish the audio. After I had finished filming everything, I edited the final version of the film.

Reflection

My general thoughts about the project was that it took much longer than I thought it would. Obviously there were some unavoidable circumstances in the beginning stages of the project, but toward the end of the project and the hand in deadline, I started to put off working on it as it felt like some insurmountable task, probably due to the difficulty I had had during the beginning of the project. However as I started to complete small chunks of the larger task, I realised it wasn’t as scary as I had first thought. It still took longer than I thought it would, but it was much more manageable process than I was initially worried about. If I could do the project again, I would definitely keep my ideas more simple. In the planning stages of this project I found myself really struggling to come up with an idea that I was satisfied with. I think if I had thought on a smaller scale, I would have been able to come up with something I could have finished within the initial time slot, for example, while working on the filming section of my animation, I thought of a much simple concept I could have done with a dog, waiting for its owner to wake up from a deep sleep, much like in the text. I could have achieved this with one set and two puppets. Overall, I am proud that I finally completed the project, but probably won’t work with stop motion animation again. I am excited to collaborate further with students on other courses such as film and sound design.

Link to final peice- https://youtu.be/-ow6OEKBD9g

#narratives in motion #Sem 1

[mango-colouring-book]

#another leftover gif from last edit #anime #snk #attack on titan #mikasa

[waywardmoeyy]

Spoil You

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,130

Warnings: just cute fluff, nothing crazy. Very quickly written and poorly edited. Sorry!

Summary: It’s not Dean’s birthday, but you plan on spoiling him anyway.

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Dean napped peacefully on the couch, where he had plopped himself nearly six hours earlier. All of you had gotten back from a job in the wee hours of the morning, leaving everyone beyond exhausted.

You had the luxury of napping for a while in the car, then for another four and a half hours once you got back to the bunker. Feeling reasonably well rested, you decided to take the time to plan something special for the handsome man in front of you.

With a smile, you turned towards the kitchen. No, it wasn’t Dean’s birthday, or your anniversary, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do something nice for him. He had driven you all over the country, through five states in the last three days, and protected you more than you could ever expect from someone. So, you hoped you could show at least a little bit of appreciation with something you knew he loved.

You smiled down at the already prepared pie crust, pleased that it actually looked like the recipe’s picture. Then, you grabbed the bowl that contained the homemade filling. Yes, that’s right, you made pie filling from scratch. Sure, apple pie was on the easier side, but it was more than you had attempted by yourself pretty much ever.

Once the filling had mostly made it onto the crust, you gently covered the filling with a lightly decorated upper crust. There were a few small hearts around the edges, with a few large, leaf-like decorations in the middle, with some thin lines in between. It wasn’t worthy of a bakery counter, but you were still proud of your creation.

“Now try not to burn it, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself as you set the pastry into the oven. You wrinkled your nose at smell of at least half a century of leftover baked goods that sprinkled the oven’s walls. Yuck. You made a mental note to deep clean the thing when you were done.

“You trying to burn down the bunker?” you heard a teasing voice whisper from the doorway. You spun to see Sam leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“No, smartass. I’m bring careful. I can’t help that the dials on the freaking oven are super wonky.” You flicked the switch for the oven light and smiled as you watched your creation slowly bake. “This place is ancient, and obviously the people who used this place before us never cleaned the oven. Like, ever.” Your nose scrunched again.

“Well, you should have checked that before you decided to use it,” Sam poked with a grin.

“Shut up, ass, or you aren’t getting any pie.” Sam rolled his eyes and approached you, eyeing the oven.

“You’re making a pie from scratch? Right now? Hey, no joke, I wish I had your energy right now.” Sam huffed a chuckled and sat at the counter across the small island from you. “We’re all sleep-deprived.”

You nodded. “Yeah, but I got about six hours in. I think I’m good for now. If I sleep any longer, I don’t think I’ll be able to have a regular sleep pattern for at least a week.”

You frowned as the oven made a concerning thud sound. You peeked inside, but everything seemed fine. Damn old stuff. You let out a long sigh of relief. Sam just chuckled behind you.

After a few minutes, the smell of cinnamon and apples started to fill the air. Your ego inflated a little from the delicious smell. You made that. Not only had you succeeded in making a delicious treat, you made it for the man you loved with all of your heart.

Sam kept you company as your masterpiece baked its way to perfection. Sure, you were still tired. Actually, you would crawl onto the counter and sleep there if you could, but you were too excited about the treat you had prepared to think about anything else.

Footsteps sounded from down the hall, causing you to perk up. You knew those heavy steps.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted Dean as he crossed the threshold into the large kitchen. He rubbed his eyes and nodded.

“Do I smell pie?” he groaned, exhaustion still lacing his voice. You nodded.

“Yep, homemade by yours truly,” you beamed. Dean’s eyes widened, locked on you.

“Yo-You made pie? Sammy, grab my gun. That thing might be alive—”

“Hey!” you shrieked in offense. “It is certainly not alive, and is baking rather nicely. Now, be nice before I go Sweeney Todd on your ass and make you into a pie.” You narrowed your gaze. Dean froze, then relaxed his shoulders.

“So, you actually baked a pie. Like, a real edible pie.” Dean’s gaze turned towards the oven.

“Yes, asshole. But now I’m wondering if I should give it to you. I find your lack of faith offensive. Maybe I should just save it for myself!” You teased, landing a hand on your hip. Both of the men in front of you stared at you, eyes like saucers.

Dean blinked, then shook his head. “No way, I want some of that pie. If it tastes half as good as it smells, then that’s fucking awesome.” He offered a supportive smile, but you just rolled your eyes.

The oven dinged beside you, making you jump. You quickly grabbed your oven mitts and reached into the inferno.

A smile stretched across you face as you stared down at your creation. The crust was lightly golden, and each of the shaped had held pretty well. It wasn’t beautiful, but it had turned out better than you had hoped.

“It’s done!” you sang in excitement as you spun around, showing off your treat to the brothers. Sam smiled with pride and nodded. Dean just stared down at the pastry, nearly drooling.

“I want the first slice,” Dean commanded as he approached. But, you set the pie down and held out hand.

Slow down, turbo. It needs to cool a little bit before I can cut it, or the crust will fall apart.” You smiled. “I can gather the ice cream. By that time, it should be cool enough, but still warm.” Dean sighed, then nodded.

He perked up instantly. “Wait, did you say ice cream?” You grinned and nodded.

“Uh, yeah. My favorite way to eat apple pie is a la mode. Is that a problem?” Dean took a few steps toward you, closing the gap between you.

“That’s one of the many reasons why I love you,” he whispered before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled against him, savoring him for just a moment before stepping back, and pulling away.

“Alright gents, take a seat,” you commanded. “It’s about time someone spoiled you for once.”

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[majesticwren]

The Trickster's Kiss ᚲ (Ivar/Angrboda/Hvitserk)

A/N: I've been a bit absent from the scenes recently and for that, I apologise. Sometimes I have too much going on and I struggle... I haven't written a word in 3 weeks, just a couple of days ago I finally managed to finish the last updated chapter on my Ao3 version of this work, but it literally took me ages. And now... It seems like I can at least milk a few words? Maybe? ANYWAYS besides all of this mumbling, I thought to update the fanfic on this side too, since... I am clearly not updating it as often as I should be doing. :') As always I thank you for all your support 💕 I send you love ✨ Edit: this chapter has been edited.

Summary: What if Angrboda, daughter of Floki and Helga, never died? She is gifted and cursed. She who walks the Earth guided and Inspired by the Trickster. Grown to become a gifted witch, a skilled warrior, a determined and loyal woman. She who takes guard over her loved one, her people and even the Gods. And in her life, made of choices, and war, and magic, and whispers, she is destined to always choose the side of a man she loves dearly, over her soulmate. As much as she would always choose Loki, over any other God. Behold! A tale about a War of heart, cultures and Gods. The events of this fanfic starts at S402 continuing to S602. It may contain flashbacks.

Words: 4000. Trigger Warnings: Mention of Injuries, Mention of Physical Disability and Muscle Atrophy, Slight Violence and Assault - Angrboda and Ivar Are Their Own Trigger Warning. Gifs by: tagged. Divider by: @firefly-graphics .

Tags: @youbloodymadgenius Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged. ✨

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Chapter 6 - Bones.

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Angrboda stood in front of the door for a moment, looking over the room.

Ivar the Boneless laid on his bed, surrounded and covered in pelts. He seemed to be held in a peaceful sleep.

Approaching, Angrboda observed how his bare chest moved and listened to the sound of his breath.

The room smelled of redwood and leather.

But she could not find a trace of pain. Ivar’s aura was quiet and peaceful, possibly because of the veil of his sleep. But the air didn’t carry any leftover of the suffering she was ready to absorb.

“Ivar.” She sat by his side, gently calling his name. She needed to understand his situation before she could do anything.

Angrboda lightly caressed his forehead to feel his temperature. He felt surprisingly cool.

Ivar woke up, startled by her touch. In an automatic reflex, he reached for her wrist, pushing away her hand, pointing his green-grey eyes on her. His irises had the colour of stirred seas.

It took him a second to recognize her, but as soon as he did, his grip on her wrist became softer and a smile opened on his lips. “You finally arrived. Took you long enough. I could be dead by now!”

Angrboda shook her head. His humour lit a smile on her face. “For someone who was in great pain, you surely have a big mouth.”

Angrboda shifted, looking around. Her eyes moved on Ivar’s figure, looking for visible problems. Of course, his legs were covered. She well knew he was never comfortable showing them.

Ivar's smile grew, and his head dropped on his pillow, while he took a deep breath. “Ah, but who said I was in pain, uh?”

“Ivar.” Finally, Angrboda started to get a hint of what was happening.

She looked at him, crossing the physical barrier; his aura surrounded her, flooding through her own.

There was no pain, no discomfort… Nothing, more than his usual suffering.

There was, though, plenty of amusement. He found that situation… Funny.

Ivar kept eye contact, knowing perfectly that he could not hold any secret from her now, and that seemed to bust his confidence and entertainment even more.

“You devil!” Angrboda gave him a push, and then another more aggressively. “You! You cannot play with people like this!”

“Why?”

Ivar sat in front of her and grabbed her arms, stopping her. His eyes burned, as his smile did. He looked at her, studying her expression like she just did with his aura.

He liked to manipulate people and challenge them. She knew him very well. She knew he was mostly annoying, to others, for those specific reasons; but that was his nature, playing with people's minds made him stronger, more intelligent, more able to predict people's actions. Ivar had done that since he was a kid and became very good.

So good, in fact, that the Gods often whispered that his mindpower and manipulation were his greatest features.

And Angrboda, like anyone, could fall victim to his tricks at any point.

Like now.

She tried to pull away from his grip but didn’t apply her entire force.

If she wanted, she could easily free herself up, and bring havoc in the Hall. But she knew that uncovering his little game would put Ivar in a worse position. So, she kept quiet.

Honestly, she was more relieved than angry.

“You had me worried sick! I thought…”

“What did you think?”

Ivar was thirsty for information, always. It was clear from the way he looked at her and tipped his head to the side. Angrboda could see the tip of his tongue, between his white, exposed teeth.

She pushed him again, with no real intention of hurting him. But she knew, at this point, it had been a game. She wondered how extended his mind game was. Was it just for giggles? Or did he aim for something bigger?

“I thought you were hurt. Damn, Ivar, I was ready for the worst.”

“Good, that’s a good thing.”

Angrboda just looked him in the eye for a long second, and then pulled away from his grasp, shaking her head.

“You’re a bastard, you know that!? You shouldn’t play like that. Not with me.”

“Who says I was playing with you?”

A smart smirk appeared on his lips, and more desire for her reaction popped into his aura. He wanted to play, he seemed bored, or angry, or whatever feeling made him particularly interested in occupying his mind with that kind of tricks.

He was good.

And that was another reason why Angrboda would have not uncovered him. It was his greatest strength.

“You made me cross the forest, in the middle of the night! Gods, you… What am I supposed to do now!?”

“You could stay, and keep me company.”

A spike of loneliness betrayed him. Under all his cockiness, confidence, boredom, and curiosity. And even if it was just a fracture of his feelings, expressed in the worst possible way – as a spoiled child would do… Angrboda still could not deny him that.

“Couldn’t you say that, then!?”

“No one would have come looking for you if it wasn’t for an emergency.”

Angrboda raised her eyes to the ceiling, and shook her head, then, after a sigh, she moved quickly, giving him another push that made him fall backwards in the bed.

“Damn you. Everyone is worried sick! Your mother is on the verge of a crisis and you play!? Ivar…”

“Yes, yes… I know, blah, blah, blah… Keep the speech for yourself, spare me.”

“Never again, Ivar. Do you hear me?”

Angrboda leaned closed, taking his chin between her fingers, so he would look at her in the eye. “Never again. You can play with everyone. Not me.”

“Why? Do you think you’re any different?! I can play with anyone I desire to.”

“Not me.”

His smile slowly decreased, while he gradually absorbed the pride and decision that enlightened her green eyes.

So, he pushed her touch away, turning his head. A heavy breath left his chest, while his loneliness peaked once again.

It was difficult to understand someone like Ivar. Even more, to like him. Angrboda was sure that if she didn’t have her gift, if she could just see him as what he showed to everyone… Then she would be very, very far from being so close to him.

“You spoil all the fun.”

“There was no fun, Ivar.”

She didn’t want to say how many scenarios she had ready, in her mind. She didn’t want him to think he looked weak. And implying he could be… She knew it always was a mistake, because it could anger him.

Angrboda sighed, getting up and sliding her bag off her shoulders. She also laid off her weapons, leaving on the table the axe she always took everywhere, and her dagger.

“I will always be here. I will always come, whenever you call me. But I want to trust you, now and forever. So, don’t play with me. Your tricks don’t work on me and you know it.”

“Ok. I’ve got it. I wasn’t playing with you by the way. There was something else I wanted to see.”

“What?”

Angrboda opened her bag, starting to spread her things on the table. It needed to appear like she was working, or had worked, on him.

“I wanted to see if Hvitserk would do it.”

His words left his chest in a heavy breath – as if it was actually painful to be honest, but Angrboda appreciated it.

There wasn’t much else she could say on the matter, and… She could not expect Ivar to change his nature. He tested people, often.

So, she didn’t say anything, but a little smile appeared on her lips.

Ivar the Boneless was a difficult individual but besides all his flaws, she was just grateful to the Gods that he was fine and nothing happened.

“Ok. That’s good enough. Now, I will indulge and keep you company. But I want something from you.”

Angrboda turned, offering Ivar a smirk. She briefly thought that he wasn’t the only smart person in the room. But then she kept that thought to herself.

Ivar lifted his chest from the mattress, pinning himself down with his elbows. His curiosity took over, so he just nodded, impatiently waiting for her request.

“Since I’m here, let me have a look at your legs. It’s been a while…”

“No.” Ivar sharply cut her words.

A sudden dark and cold wall grew between them. Ivar froze, immediately looking away. His great deal of shame filled the air with a sour taste.

Angrboda knew how much Ivar’s legs brought him embarrassment; she could feel how different he felt.

Sometimes when he fell into some dark corners of his mind, his crippling situation would make him feel like a monster, a disgrace… Not as worthy as anyone else.

It was in those moments that Angrboda was grateful for his great, great confidence; because just that could save him.

She didn’t want to aggravate his embarrassment, but it had been a while since the last time she had a look… And she needed to know if there were any changes.

“Ivar…”

“I said no. Go back to your forest corner.” He snapped, bitter as usual.

But his aura betrayed him, as always.

Angrboda always wanted to scoop him up and show him kindness – not in a way that would address him as weak, not like a mother… But to bring, if possible, relief to his often tormented soul.

“Let me stay. Let me look the part. If tomorrow you will present the herbs compresses, it would look like I was here for a reason. Besides, you owe me. And… I never had the chance to check on your last wound.”

Ivar huffed. His face remained turned away, his eyes pointed toward the corner. He didn’t move. He was holding his breath. His discomfort vibrated in the air, silent but tangible.

But they both knew she wasn’t wrong.

So, he huffed and then nodded.

Ivar laid back, closing his eyes, and then didn’t move another muscle.

So, just then, Angrboda slowly moved closer with no intention of doing any sudden movements, not wanting to scare him.

She gently moved the pelts, uncovering Ivar’s legs.

He immediately froze, holding his breath. His hands squeezed the soft and warm cover of pelts that surrounded him.

Angrboda’s reaction was controlled and natural. It wasn’t the first time she saw his legs, and it possibly wouldn’t be the last. She was well acquainted with that sight. Her eyes contained the wisdom of a healer who saw worse. And the curiosity of a unique condition.

Her eyes respectfully caressed his deformed and fragile bones and his thin muscles.

Angrboda wasn’t scared of what she saw and Ivar never lost any degree of importance to her, just because of that unfixable, tremendous flaw.

She didn’t say anything. Because Ivar was a warrior, and his pride didn’t need reassurance.

She moved closer, observing the old scars that covered his discoloured, thin skin.

“How’s the pain?”

At first, he answered just with a grunt, but then pushed words out of his lungs. “Usual. No change. Some days hurt more than others, but always bearable.”

No human could walk the Earth every day with his amount of pain, and resist like it was nothing. But Ivar managed, always.

It was easy to think he would not have feeling in his legs – but that was wrong.

Angrboda hesitated a second before she touched him, and then she had to ignore the shiver that shook Ivar.

The pressure of his inflamed nerves crossed his skin, flowing into Angrboda’s bones. But she resisted, holding his pain, while she explored his deformed legs with a light but expert touch.

Angrboda studied his bones, easily finding their scars on every point they once snapped.

It looked like everything was in order. No changes. No new injuries.

His muscles were underdeveloped and still, stretched thin, but unchanged.

She nodded to herself, a tiny smile appeared on her lips, together with a relieved sigh.

“Everything appears to be in order.”

She broke contact, and as soon as her hand lifted from his skin, Ivar finally seemed to find some ease.

“I will apply a compress that hopefully will help with the pain, at least for a while. And then, I can help you furthermore, if you let me.”

“How?”

“I could massage your spine, ease the tension of your muscles and nerves. It will help, you know it does…”

Many would think the only origin of his pain would be his legs, but that was a wrong notion.

The stress he constantly put his back and arms under, to drag his weight around, could equally break him. And, fixing the nerves in his back would ease his leg pain for longer than otherwise.

She knew he felt uncovered and seen, like the nerve of an open wound. She didn’t necessarily want to sound as if she was preaching. But she knew how to help him, and for once he could let her.

“Ok. Do as you must.”

Angrboda didn’t have the time to feel victorious, because she heard the door handle creak.

By the time the door opened Ivar went back to an unconscious state, but he made sure to pretend that his breath was broken.

Angrboda stood up, turning towards the table, thinking it would be useful to pretend she was busy.

And the servant, the one she didn’t know, a blond girl with a slim figure and big, light eyes, stepped in.

She was hesitant.

Now, Angrboda had a moment to feel her aura. And her entire being was shaking, but not by fear; her emotions were all over the place.

She had a clear taste for ambition and thirst for freedom but didn’t appear too bright, or strong.

“The ale and hot water you asked.”

Even her voice seemed to shake.

Then again, Angrboda could not judge her, because she was lucky enough to be a free woman. And that girl… Only the Gods knew what she went through.

So, as a woman, she could imagine where her thoughts and emotions came from. Part of her even wished the girl could find what she looked for; she didn’t like the culture of slaves her people had.

“Thank you. Put the ale by the bedside, and the water by the fire.”

Angrboda didn’t pay too much attention to her, then. Thinking, the quicker she would do her task, the quicker she would leave. She started to gather some mint leaves on the table, getting ready to prepare her mixture, while the servant executed her request.

Suddenly, the room filled with a spike of disgust – the air filled with its bitter, stale taste, a stranger’s emotion that Angrboda felt on her tongue.

And she knew exactly from whom it came and why.

The servant behind her, shook in deep fear, dictated by the revulsion she felt once her eyes caught a glimpse of Ivar’s legs.

Angrboda slowly raised her head. Her entire body froze and filled with tension. Her first reaction was the immediate need to be protective, and like a wolf when its territory was invaded, she felt the need to assert dominance. Sudden rage mixed with her blood.

She turned, pointing her green fiery eyes at the other woman. Her movement startled the girl enough to break her eye contact with Ivar’s figure.

“What is your name?” Angrboda asked, her tone was controlled and low – but not any less intimidating.

She didn’t inherit her father’s height; her body structure resembled more the femininity of her mother’s. But she still had the looks and presence of a shieldmaiden. And the servant seemed to pick on it because, now, she kept her head hanging low, not looking at Angrboda.

“Margrethe.”

Angrboda just looked at her, for a long moment, then quickly moved her hand, signalling to the girl to move, and finish her job.

Margrethe seemed happy to accommodate her. Her steps were quick and her movements more mechanical than anything else.

Angrboda waited patiently as she finished her task - only to ensure she would have free hands and no risk of spilling anything.

She keept her eyes firmly fixed on the servant. As if she was prey.

And when Margrethe turned over, ready to leave, Angrboda saw her eyes quickly moving back on Ivar’s legs, just to then shoot back to pay attention to the floor.

Another shot of disgust filled the air.

Angrboda twitched.

She moved swiftly, grabbing the servant girl's arm and pulling it behind her back. Angrboda then pushed Margrethe against the wall, pulling her arm in an uncomfortable position of submission.

The girl gasped, and hissed, but didn’t try to escape her hold. Her sudden fear tamed her.

Leaning closer to her ear, Angrboda pushed her harder against the wall, willing to hurt her even if only a tiny bit.

“Eyes on the ground, Margrethe.” Her voice musically bent in a threat. “He is your master, don’t ever think to have the permission to look at him. Do you understand me?”

Margrethe's fear grew and shook her like a thin naked stem in the wind. But also, anger and insubordination sparkled all around her, that was a surprise.

Angrboda, though, wasn’t inclined into praising it. She pulled her arm tighter, welcoming her little squeak. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good. Remember your place.”

Angrboda let her go, stepping away as quickly as she did to grab her.

Margrethe took a moment too long to catch her breath, and her eyes raised, meeting Angrboda’s, making her resentment so obvious.

Angrboda welcomed her look with a smile, raising an eyebrow. “Now go, I don’t want to see you.”

Margrethe nodded, relieved to be dismissed, and she lowered her head, ready to leave.

“And make yourself useful, let the Queen know that her son will be fine,” Angrboda said just before Margrethe left the room – making sure to put enough emphasis on Ivar’s role in that society.

He was a Son of Ragnar Lothbrok. He was a descendent of Odin, and with or without his disability, he was one of the greatest men alive.

Angrboda then went back to her business, with her leaves and spices.

Behind her, Ivar moved – a deep sigh left his lungs and she felt his eyes on her back.

Feeling his wounded pride, Angrboda raised her eyes to the ceiling, huffing.

“What?”

“You overstepped.”

“Did I?”

Angrboda turned, but Ivar now avoided her eyes, looking away. Paying more attention to filling a horn up with ale.

His pride and resentment filled the room, and Angrboda understood him – or at least partly understood him. But wouldn’t stand entirely the kind of thoughts that filled his mind.

“I don’t need your protection. Your acting made me look weak. Do you think I’m weak?”

Finally, his piercing eyes crossed hers. His face froze in such a serious look – but Angrboda could see his mind moving.

Angrboda just stood there, looking at him. Then she shook her head. “You do not look weak. You never will.”

“She will now run around, telling my brothers what she saw, what you did.”

“And? If she oversteps, we will make her pay the respect she owes you.”

Ivar remained silent, but his anger remained tangible. There was a thick, dark cloud that surrounded him.

Angrboda knew he was thinking about possibilities, outcomes, and solutions – planning.

She knew the situation in that household was always tense, and Ivar had to work constantly and harder than anyone else to ensure his worth to people… But she would never stand silent in front of such a level of disrespect.

She decided that she didn’t like that servant – she was too zealous for her liking.

An unsteady and awkward silence fell back in the room, like a thick, heavy cover, accompanied just by the crackling song of the firepit and Ivar’s gulps while he drank his ale.

Angrboda went back to preparing the compress, patiently mixing the herbs with some water.

When it was ready, she proceeded to gently spread the vicious green mixture onto Ivar’s legs, trying to respect his discomfort. Once done, Angrboda wrapped his legs in pieces of thick fabric.

“Now roll over.” She encouraged him, nodding.

Ivar, though, remained still in his position, his eyes pointed at her, once again studying every single one of her expressions.

He kept his horn close to his face, tipping his head to the side. “Why don’t you behave like everyone else?”

Angrboda just looked at him.

She wondered what he meant. On a general basis? Or with him specifically?

Why wasn’t she constantly avoiding him, or scared of him, or mistrustful?

“Because I’m not like everyone else.”

It was a vague answer, yet full of meaning. There was nothing else Angrboda could say.

Because she wasn’t like the others, therefore she didn’t behave like the most.

Angrboda sat by his side, her eyes caressed, slowly, his features. “Is it so bad, for you, to accept I might just feel affection?”

“Yes.”

Ivar had a deep-rooted stubbornness to himself. It was easier, for him, to push people away than letting them close enough. And Angrboda already had a role that he considered dangerous – because he trusted her.

And that, to him, seemed like a weakness sometimes.

“Roll over, Ivar.”

Angrboda shook his feelings off her, shrugging, and then just sat there, expecting him to do as she said.

Ivar took a sip of his drink, and then obeyed.

While he found a comfortable position in the pelts, Angrboda moved, rinsing her dirty hands in the bucket of warm water by the fire. Then, she returned to Ivar, climbing on the bed.

Angrboda kneeled by his side and then, slowly and gently, started massaging his back.

Her hands moved firmly across that land of muscles and skin, skillfully, she followed the edges of his muscles and found the nerves which needed to be eased of tension. And once again, the silence fell between them, every now and then broken by Ivar’s sighs.

She knew he would have never admitted openly how much she was helping… But it didn’t matter, she didn’t need his words.

“Hvitserk said Ragnar came back.”

She decided to break the silence, bringing in a conversation she thought worth having, that might distract both of them from previous topics.

Ivar remained still and silent, for a second, and then he nodded, but didn’t answer.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about?”

“I don’t know…”

“I respect my father. To me, he will always be the greatest man: Ragnar Lothbrok, the mighty. I don’t care what others say.”

“What do other people say?”

“They say he is now weak – and that he betrayed us all… I don’t think he did. I think he did what was best for his people.”

“It’s easy to judge a man by a mistake.”

A spike of pride coloured Ivar’s aura and mixed with envy and anger. “I know he spoke with my brothers. I of course was forced to stay back – I couldn’t follow them. I know he asked them to go with him to England.”

“And what do you think about that?”

“I know they all said no. Ungrateful bastards…”

“Would you want to go?”

“Yes.”

Angrboda remained silent for a while. She knew perfectly that people would always underestimate Ivar. She knew people like his mother, even out of a place of love, would always try and protect him, she did it too sometimes, and they would cocoon him in a cage that a spirit like Ivar’s could never be trapped in, because it would mean absolute destruction.

Ivar had to bloom and grow, he had to find his way as a warrior, as any Viking. And he was destined to great things, especially because of his resilience.

“If it is the will of the Gods, then you should go, follow your path.”

“He didn’t ask me though. Even he doesn’t see me as worthy…”

Once again, she could not speak for Ragnar, but she knew that Ivar inherited his brilliance from his father – as Floki depicted the man, he was a strategist, as much as Ivar. So, she doubted he wasn’t acting by an agenda, even in something as small as that.

Angrboda leaned closer to him. “Then make him see you. Make him see how worthy you are.”

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Irresistible Danger - Part 60

Synopsis:  After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 3,229

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Author’s Note: We’re back! Omg y’all...I finally have a path to the ending for this fic! After this chapter, I’m planning for there to be 5 more chapters until the end, which will give ID a total of 65 chapters. I’m still working on writing and editing these last chapters, but I’m pretty confident in that timeline :D I also plan to post each Friday again, so there should be chapters now through September 10th, if all goes according to plan. 

PDA

You woke with a smile the next morning, partially because of the happiness filling your chest like a balloon. The other part was because the warm body behind you, accompanied by a rasp of beard on your shoulder and soft lips on your neck, signalled that you weren’t alone. 

The florid orange rays coming in the large windows told you that it was still early, the sun barely risen above the horizon. Turning over onto your other side to face Negan, you took in his tousled hair and heavy-lidded gaze. 

“Mornin’ doll,” he said, voice raspy with sleep. 

“Morning,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to his irresistible mouth. “No crack-of-dawn meetings today?”

His lips quirked against yours. “Nope, thank fuck,” he murmured, before rolling atop you and spending a good portion of the morning taking you apart with pleasure, then putting you back together piece by piece with cuddles and toe-curling kisses. 

When he later glanced over at the clock and saw that it was almost 10am, he gave a groan and flopped onto his back with a forearm covering his eyes. “Much as I’d love to stay here all day, I gotta go with a couple Saviors to check out one of the nearby outposts. They reported some concerns about their fucking security measures, and also requested a few more men be stationed out there to help divvy up their shifts, so I wanna go see if there’s any fucking issues for myself.”

While you felt a tiny thrill that he was so willing to tell you this information, to let you know about his duties as leader, you also had a moment of worry about him possibly assigning more men out to work the outpost. “Is that the one you brought Simon in from a couple weeks ago?” 

Knowing exactly where your thoughts were headed, he said, “Don’t get your fucking panties in a bunch, doll. If the outpost needs more hands, I was planning to send a couple of my newer Saviors.”

Pleased at this response, you smiled and leaned in close so your mouth was hovering mere millimeters from his, before whispering, “I’m not wearing any panties to get in a bunch.” 

Before he could react, you rolled out of the bed and strode to the bathroom, putting a little extra swing to your hips. The growl and unmistakable rustling sound of sheets being thrown off was your only warning before Negan scooped you up into his arms and marched into the bathroom. 

An hour later and you were both sufficiently clean (after first getting extra dirty against the shower wall), and you saw Negan off from his rooms with a kiss and warning to be careful. He gave an arrogant smirk at that, which got him an eye roll and playful shake of your head as a response. 

You watched as he strode down the hall towards the staircase, shoulders encased in leather and his whistle echoing off the walls. While they’d never dare ask him about it, you couldn’t help but give a little smile at the thought of his men wondering why the hell their usually punctual leader was almost ten minutes late to leave for the outpost...and why he seemed so happy about it.

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Unable to contain your excitement over the events of the night before, you headed over to Ben’s room not long after Negan left. Thankfully he was there, having just returned from finishing up serving breakfast. His roommate was out this time, so you were able to huddle across from one another on his bottom bunk and catch him up on your conversation with Negan.

Ben listened intently, mouth slowly falling further and further open as you went on. When you got to the part about Negan admitting he wanted only you, and called you his partner, Ben let out a whoop of joy and threw his arms around you in a hug. 

“I knew it!” he exclaimed. “That big lug is head over heels for you.” 

The two of you chatted happily for a bit, before you left and wandered back down to your own room. It had felt like forever since you had a chunk of time to just relax in your bed without over analyzing or stressing over something Negan-related. Gone was the weight of that padlocked box of questions, which made both your brain and subconscious very happy. The three of you snuggled up on the bed and spent the next couple of hours finishing your re-read of Harry Potter before it was time to head down to the kitchen for dinner prep. 

Today’s menu consisted of lasagna using leftover deer meat thawed from the freezer, with the signature side of rolls. Trixie had unofficially promoted herself as being in charge of roll duty, making sure the dough was the right consistency and the ovens at the perfect baking temperature. She wasn’t rude about it, but the little bit of authority she showed when instructing another staff member how to properly knead the dough seemed to fulfill her need to be seen as a knowledgeable and important part of the staff. And in all honesty, none of her feedback to the others was incorrect, so rather than reprimand her or say she was out of line, you had caught her eye at one point and given an almost imperceptible nod of approval. This caused her smile to beam so bright that it was a wonder you didn’t need sunglasses. 

As it turned out, you weren’t the only one who had noticed Trixie’s presence and been keeping a stealthy eye on her. Andrew, a member of the food prep crew, had been not-so-subtly following Trixie with his gaze lately, and today was no exception. He was an attractive man in his early 20s with shoulder-length black hair and kind brown eyes, a much more appropriate candidate for Trixie than her previous choice.

It seemed safe to say that Trixie was aware of the attention as well, as she found every reason possible to flounce past where Andrew was busy loading trays of lasagna into an oven. At one point, she even stopped to chat briefly with him, and out of the corner of your eye you saw her toss back her head and laugh at something he said. If it seemed a bit overly dramatic to you, well, Andrew didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her reaction caused him to fumble with the tray of pasta he was holding, almost spilling the entire thing onto the ground. He thankfully saved it at the last second, otherwise you would’ve had to interrupt and lecture the two of them about focusing on their work and not chit-chatting. And you didn’t want to do that, not when Trixie finally seemed interested in a guy more her age who was actually available and seemed to genuinely like her. 

Despite your initial tension with Trixie, you now realized that she had just been struggling to find where she fit in, to feel like an important part of the community. She’d initially been scooped up and led astray by Amber, but thankfully she had found her way back on the correct path and was making progress at getting along with the others, rather than isolating herself and using condescension as an emotional wall. Someone like Andrew, who was kind-hearted and considerate, not to mention absolutely captivated by her, was exactly what she needed. 

Focusing your attention away from young romance and back to meal prep, you spent the next forty-five minutes making sure everything was baked to perfection before sending out the first trays of lasagna and rolls. However, your mind kept randomly returning to Negan, almost unable to contain a secret smile each time you remembered where the two of you now stood. The usual worry and second-guessing had been replaced by the stability of knowing how he felt, and each time you remembered his words from last night a flutter of butterflies went off in your stomach. 

Negan had told you this morning that the outpost he and a small team of men were going to was less than an hour’s drive from the Sanctuary, so he planned to be back around dinnertime. Sure enough, about 20 minutes into when the first round of food was being served, you saw a small group of Saviors enter the cafeteria and settle down at a table. You guessed that they were the ones who had been out on the mini mission, and breathed a sigh of relief at seeing them back safely and with jovial expressions on their faces. You could always tell when things went wrong on a run, due to the overall aura of the men who returned, but this time they were smiling and talking animatedly with one another. Hopefully this also meant that Negan was in a happy, and perhaps affectionate, mood when you went to visit him later...

It was as if your thoughts had conjured the man himself. You were out in the cafeteria with a large water pitcher, making rounds to refill empty glasses for people, when a hush in conversation made you still and look up.

And there he was, standing at the entrance to the cafeteria with his signature leather jacket unzipped just enough so that the edge of a white tee peeked out over the top. He scanned over the tables like a king surveying his domain, looking both intimidating and absolutely delicious with the arrogant way he held himself, as if he had no cares in the world but was also ready to take on anything.

When his eyes landed on you, those sinful lips quirked upwards at the edges, and you swore that even from the distance of half a cafeteria you could see his golden gaze light up at the sight of you. He moved, striding with determination and purpose to close the space between your bodies. The breath caught in your chest at his beauty, at the raw masculinity and almost animal magnetism that surrounded him. 

He stopped mere inches away, and you gazed up at him in both welcome and a bit of confusion. Trying to act calm and unaffected, and not show how much you wanted to grin and launch yourself at him, you said, “Welcome back.” 

Your eyebrow cocked in question when he shook his head with a low chuckle. “Oh no, doll, that won’t do at all.” And with that, he wrapped an arm around your waist and lowered his head...

And kissed you in front of the entire Sanctuary. 

A wave of shock jolted through you, at the same time as your body automatically responded, molding itself to his. Your brain was flatlined on the floor from the unexpected move, while your subconscious ran around it in circles screaming with excitement. 

You could practically feel all the astonished stares from community members, as they watched their all-powerful leader break one of his cardinal rules and kiss you to within an inch of your life. And dear god, what a kiss it was! His lips were firm yet gentle, his tongue just barely tracing your bottom lip, as if he couldn’t help but steal a little taste. He wasn’t holding back, and the primal part of you recognized that he was publicly staking his claim for all to see. There could be no question after this moment that you were his, and that he wanted everyone to know it. 

When he finally pulled back, you could only look up at him with what must’ve been an utterly dazed expression, if his pleased smirk was anything to go by. Glancing to his left and then right, his brow furrowed and expression turned serious as he bellowed, “What the fuck are you all looking at?”

His words had the desired effect, as eyes dropped back to their plates and the community stuttered back to action, obviously trying and failing to act like something monumental didn’t just happen. You’d have given a lot of points to know what they were all thinking, but you didn’t see any angry expressionsand no one had said anything or acted out of line, so hopefully that was a good sign. 

Negan’s warm hand rubbed comfortingly up your bare arm, and it was then that you noticed he didn’t have his gloves on. That also sparked the realization that he wasn’t carrying Lucille, which was strange since he always had her on his person when making an appearance in front of the community. 

Now that you’re thinking about it, did he even have her this morning, when he left?

You thought back to when you had kissed him goodbye and watched as he walked down the hallway. Surely he’d have taken her with him to the outpost...but you honestly couldn’t remember seeing her up over his shoulder. You had to just be forgetting, because there was no way he’d leave her behind. 

That train of thought was brought to a halt when the hand on your arm trailed down along your waist and settled possessively on your hip. “I wanted to put in a request for one of your staff members to bring two servings of dinner to my room, for Simon and yours truly.” 

Before you could ask if he needed time alone once you were done with dinner, he provided the answer. “We need to go over the fucking outpost inspection results, but I’ll come and find you once it’s done.” It was the second time he’d done that today, answering a question before you had the chance to voice it out loud, which was a sign of how well he was coming to predict your thought process. 

You were still a bit in shock at all of this, especially how he was discussing his evening plan with you so publicly and audibly, as if to show that you were more than just his in a physical sense. He was broadcasting to the community that you were what he had already told you last night: his partner. His voice had been low enough that only the nearby tables would’ve heard, but you knew every moment of this interaction would be spread across the entire community within minutes after he left. 

Giving a smile and trying to look like ‘yep, this is completely normal, no big deal, I am totally not internally screaming with joy and wanting to climb his fine ass like a tree’, you replied, “Of course. I’ll have it sent up immediately.”

“Thanks, doll,” he said with a final smirk. Then his face morphed back into the intense, badass expression of the Sanctuary’s leader, and he strode out of the cafeteria. 

You were left standing there, still a bit shell-shocked by what had just occurred, but also giddy as hell over it. That emotional high was only slightly dimmed by the awareness that now, with Negan gone, you were the sole center of everyone’s attention. A quick scan of the cafeteria showed that most community members were trying not to openly stare. However, the lack of chewing and frequent side glances thrown your way as your legs finally unfroze and started back towards the kitchen were proof that they had all seen Negan’s display of affection. 

While the rest of the community might’ve at least been making a feeble attempt not to obviously stare, the same couldn’t be said of the kitchen staff. At least a couple of them must’ve witnessed what happened when serving trays of food, and those members must’ve scurried back to the kitchen to report it to the others. Every single one of them was staring in wide-eyed silence with a mixture of shock and fascinated curiosity when you walked back through the swinging doors. 

Even though your face felt heated and you were a bit off-kilter, you still managed to sound slightly firm when announcing, “Alright folks, back to work. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when they didn’t argue, but a couple of them did give knowing grins, Trixie included, though at least they all seemed good-natured about it. Trying to act as though your world hadn’t just been spun off its axis with that public kiss, you went over to Ben, who was the only one that had stayed fairly composed the entire time. In fact, his eyes danced with mirth and he was obviously trying to hold back a smirk, so you felt only minimally evil when telling him of Negan’s request that two servings of dinner be taken up to his rooms for him and Simon. Ben gave a playful glare when you told him to take up the food himself, saying it loud enough that some others heard, making him unable to say no without looking a bit suspect. 

When the tray was ready to go a few minutes later, you quietly murmured to Ben as he passed by on his way out of the kitchen, “Say hi to Simon for me.” The words caused a hint of pink to flare in his cheeks as he gave a halfhearted glare. You almost felt guilty for teasing him, but knew Ben would more than forgive you when Negan came through on his promise to get Simon his own room.  

Though the kitchen staff still threw glances your way here and there, they quickly fell back into their usual routine and no one made any direct comments. You were safe from scrutiny...at least for now. At least no one seemed to have any extreme concerns about what had happened, making you wonder how many of them had suspected what was going on between you and Negan before now.

Once dinner and cleanup were over, you headed back up to your room. Negan had said he would come find you when he was ready, so you planned to just lay back and relax until then. 

Oh, who were you kidding. After that kiss, you were totally going to sit on your bed and think about all the dirty things you wanted to do to him the moment the two of you were alone. 

Trying to convince yourself that you could be at least semi-productive and pretend to have a hobby other than fantasizing about the leader of the Sanctuary, you pulled the copy of Harry Potter off your bedside table. You were just opening to the first page, planning to restart it again from the beginning, when a firm knock sounded at your door. 

Pulse jumping with excitement, you rose from the bed and didn’t even hesitate to cross the room and reach for the doorknob. It never occurred to you that it might be anyone other than Negan, let alone for it to be the last person you’d have ever expected to see at your door. But things had been going so well today that it was almost as if fate was bored with your happiness and wanted to add some drama to the mix. 

Totally ignoring the warning prickle that ran up your spine, you opened the door with a welcome smile. It quickly died on your lips at the sight of who was standing on the other side, hands on hips and eyes throwing daggers your way. 

It was Amber...and she looked pissed.

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WANDAVISION EPISODE SEVEN THOUGHTS

GIF NOT MINE

SPOILERS AHEAD YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL MORE LIKE BREAKING MY BRAIN AND HEART

wanda’s mood | as she talks to the camera, she treats her expanding the false world she’s created to having a bad night out. we’re seeing how tired she is from expanding westview - it damn near drained her it seems. the last episode was a lot to take in, keeping up with her torn emotions with pietro, her relationship with vision crumbling, worrying about her kids, expanding the hex — it’s enough to fry out your nerves. wanda also categorizes what happened in the last episode as reckless and decides to stay in to punish herself. even her kids notice that she’s out of it because she doesn’t stop them from fighting and doesn’t say a word as she heads to the kitchen. she’s drained, she’s tired - she doesn’t want to deal with anything today. wanda’s not being the doting mom she’s been since the birth of the twins as when billy talks about his head being too noisy, she ignores his complaints and lounges in bed a little longer. she’s drained and is acting out of character throughout the whole episode.

wanda’s reality is starting to break | right off the bat, we see how the reality in westview is going haywire. the boys mention their game freaking out. it switches to games from different eras. then we see it with wanda’s milk - switching from black and white to color and even changing shape to fit the style of a past era like 50s with the milk being in glass bottle or a milk carton with the ‘missing’ label on the side. we’ve seen the trailer/promo footage of different objects/furniture in the house glitching in this same manner and it seems that wanda’s power is not strong enough to keep everything together - physically or mentally so it seems in this episode.

“thanks for tuning in to W.N.D.A.” | as wanda is in the kitchen making herself some cereal, you can hear the tv from the living room say this. this sets up the opening credits for the show as everything is about wanda. if you turn on the subtitles, you can read exactly what the anchor is saying on the television. he says “not a thing weighing heavily on your conscience. i hope your little ghosts arrived home safe last night. it’s always such a treat to see those creepy kiddos out and about once a year.” it seems as though it’s wanda’s mind we’re hearing. nothing’s weighing heavily on her conscience - kinda is with expanding the hex. the little ghosts is in reference to all the kids that we finally saw come out for halloween in westview. calling them creepy kiddos could mean nothing but i thought about tommy and billy? since the two gained their abilities on halloween and weren’t doing much to conceal their powers (at least tommy wasn’t). i also say it’s wanda’s mind we’re gaining insight to cause when it goes on to the bit about giving tips about resisting temptation of the leftover candy or just eating it all - wanda is skeptical of what’s happening with the milk but still takes a big spoonful of cereal.

opening credits | we don’t have some super catchy lyrics this time around for the opening credits of the show - making me think that this is a nod to the office. but we do get ‘wanda’ splattered in every frame of the credits. the one that stands out to me is the ‘i know what u are doing wanda’ since everything else it seems to be replacing random words on signs like restaurants and other shops. comes off as a tad bit scary/creepy since it’s written with cut out letters from different new articles/magazines. could be a hint to vision knowing that it is all wanda’s doing. or as we later find out, it can be a set up to agnes’ reveal since she plays a more sinister role in all of this. this is the first we’re seeing any sort of credits in the opening sequence. created by wanda maximoff - again driving home the fact that the hex and everything we’ve seen so far has all been wanda’s creation or so we’re forced to believe...

SWORD retreat | we learn that the broadcast has been taken down - all they get is dead air supposedly. maybe that’s just a result of wanda’s expansion of the hex but i think it’s too weak given how har out they are and since they are farther from wanda as she doesn’t live right at the edge of town. we also learn that haydick hayward is planning to launch a missile or some kind of powerful weapon on/in to the hex to stop wanda. let’s hope it fails or if it goes through, wanda can point the missile/weapon back at SWORD and let it go.

“if he doesn’t wanna be here, there’s nothing i can do about it.” | wanda’s comment about vision not being home and response to billy asking if they should go looking for him. this clearly speaks to wanda not having any control over vision anymore. this is the first time we’ve seen the couple apart for the entirety of the episode. he’s gained enough sentience within the hex to not be controlled by wanda as other residents are. she knows she can’t rewrite or edit the scene for him to suddenly come through the door and have everyone be a happy family.

“he is not your uncle.” | wanda confirms to us that the pietro we’ve seen so far is a stranger and not some multiverse version of her dead brother. this to me also shoots down the theory of the multiverse existing at this point and wanda being responsible for it even though evan peters does play pietro in the x-men universe. i think it was a wink to fans about marvel gaining rights to the x-men franchise. i could be wrong but until then, ‘uncle p’ is sus to me.

“i don’t have all the answers” | wanda going on about how despite being their mother, she doesn’t have all the answers. this is the third time wanda’s been asked about the truth and she doesn’t have an answer. first with vision when he asks how all this happened. second with ‘pietro’ also asking how she created westview. now, it’s the twins seeking answers about their not-uncle if she’s claiming he’s an imposter and a liar. if anything, wanda has been consistent in this claim of not knowing anything. she knows she created westview but she doesn’t know how it got to be this way. i still believe she was offered something or was taken advantage of from the get go by someone else to get to her and observe how powerful she is. i personally love the twins’ reaction to her speaking on not having all the answers. hello yes i love them.

hayward’s interest in vision | we learn that project cataract is/was hayward’s plan to bring vision back to life. this man was trying to make vision into a weapon for SWORD and that’s why he’s so focused on vision inside the hex. wanda somehow brought him back to life despite hayward’s various attempts. i hate this man and i’m sorry but i hope monica and/or wanda beat the shit out of him. obviously, hayward was using SWORD’s resources to try and bring vision back to life but it’s a question of whether or not other people within SWORD knew this was happening and what the intentions were. because we also have monica’s contact be another agent working in SWORD. so why do i get the feeling that we’re gonna be dealing with a SHIELD 2.0 in which bad guys operate within the agency and it’s going to eventually fall like 2014?

“do you think maybe this is what you deserve?” | the interviewer asking wanda this question after we see her house starting to glitch like there’s no tomorrow. while later we do find out agnes is behind the mic, it made me think that this was mephisto finally coming out a bit since the question is very pointed at wanda. the interviewer wants to see wanda suffer because why would anyone ask such a thing let alone say that? they’re taking joy in wanda losing touch with her reality. this is the lowest we’ve seen wanda throughout the series. she’s usually put together - has a slight moment of crisis - but gets back on her feet for tomorrow to enjoy her life with her family. slowly it’s been building up to this point in which wanda just...crashes. she’s lost control in this reality so for the interviewer to pose that question, it’s a signal that someone else is in charge and going to come for wanda at her weakest.

the nexus commercial | this commercial is definitely referencing wanda during infinity war/endgame. the world goes on without you? could be talking about how the world keeps spinning after wanda lost the only family she had left or how everyone moved on in endgame despite losing the person she wanted to spend her life with. wanting to be left alone? all wanda wanted was to be with vision and now to be left alone as she lives out her life with vision in westview. i know the word nexus itself has a double meaning in marvel. nexus was first name dropped in aou, with it being the center of the internet located in oslo. in the comics, i know wanda is referred to as a nexus being in which this could definitely set up the multiverse as the commercial does state that the medication ‘anchors you back to your reality. or the reality of your choice.’ i’m guessing this is on purpose since we’re conditioned to see everything marvel puts out or puts emphasis on to have a double meaning. maybe wanda discovering that she is a nexus being in multiverse of madness could be what the side effects are talking about. if she’s confirmed to be this being, she’d feel a lot of feelings, confront her truth (maybe her role in westview and hopefully her trauma), seizing her destiny (taking control of her life and bigger role in the world), and possibly more depression (i don’t think she needs more of it but with her, it’s almost inevitable especially given where these next two weeks might be heading). given that it does hold two meanings for marvel, it could explain the scenes we’ve seen in promo footage of her time in sokovia with the mind stone. we were told that the show would explore more of wanda’s past from aou so maybe it is going to give nexus a double meaning in the mcu: the largest internet hub and wanda’s confirmation as a nexus being.

the twins with agnes | this scene had me anxious. billy commenting about it being quiet heavily hinted at how agnes isn’t like anyone else in westview. again, we’ve never seen her husband ralph and we still don’t see him in this episode. we get another glimpse of señor scratchy with billy holding him but that’s about it. the house is also a big contrast to wanda’s house and westview’s scenery overall. there’s usually a lot of light and warmth in westview but agnes’ interior is toned down and has darker tones throughout our time in it. clearly, a set up for the big reveal that everyone’s been echoing since the show started. this is also the last time we see the twins in the episode.

monica | after the SWORD rover failed to get through, monica goes right in and clearly her passing through a third time has a permanent effect. she’s finally got her powers and is more badass than before. i loved how we got bits and pieces from her, maria, carol and fury in captain marvel. monica has been one of the best characters in this series and i can’t wait to see what happens next with her.

it’s all about vision | monica’s explanation to wanda about hayward. i said this before about the end credits in the show always zooming in on vision’s eye to segway into the crystal sequence. we’ve learned that hayward was trying to bring vision back and somehow wanda managed to do this once she took his body. i wouldn’t be surprised if by the end of the season we see vision being the key to saving everyone in westview since hayward just wants what he believes is his and is willing to blow up a whole town to get it or cover his tracks. while this whole series has been focusing on wanda, this all boils down to vision.

agatha all along | of course the big reveal is agnes being agatha harkness and the mastermind behind a lot of the weird occurrences in westview. what is interesting is that she’s choosing to reveal herself to wanda in this way. it doesn’t seem like it was her plan to do it at the time she did but seeing that monica could’ve swayed wanda to go off script in agatha’s plans, better sooner than later. i think señor scratchy is none other than mephisto and maybe in the next episode we’ll see the other big bad reveal himself to wanda and us. when’s that bop dropping on spotify

snooper’s gonna snoop | finally, we get a post credits scene with uncle p and monica. we’ve learned that agatha was behind the ‘recasting’ of pietro but who is he?! he could be a multiverse!quicksilver we’ve never seen before - which could explain his skewed memories with wanda. right when the camera comes to view with monica, it cuts to the credits. i believe that maybe this pietro shapeshifts into who he really is - who this might be? i don’t think mephisto but possibly agatha’s son nicholas scratch since he seems to be an accomplice of hers?

ugh god so much to unpack and we have another two episodes before shit really hits the fan.

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Spider-Verse - Web by Arkus0

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The pic is inspired by the Trailer for the next game which the fandom is currently calling "Sonic Rangers", adding the pixel like aura he seemed to have during the video. Anyway, heres to the last 30 years of the Blue Blur, and lets hope to another 30 years to come. Sonic the Hedgheog (C) of SEGA Sonic Team

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Eggman Easter - Mekannah by Arkus0

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Here is my (currently) finished, painted and based Ork collection!I started collecting an Ork army sometime between 4th and 5th editions, but they were just a side army since I was maining Tau at the time and my friends had a lot of leftover Black Reach Orks they had no use for. Eventually halfway into 5th we got tired of the hobby and up the attic they went. Last year though with 9th edition around the corner my friends and brother decided to get back into it and I joined them, and was happy to find my old Orks were still in the attic, unfinished but playable. Since then I've gotten a bit more serious with the army, painting them fully, getting new models to add to them, really getting into the fun of having Orks to the point they became more or less my mains (8th and 9th are so much more fun than 5th). Also decided to collect old Codexes just for fun, and it's cool seeing the old style models. So here is my Waaagh! led by my Warboss Zogger 'Eadgrabba. Looking forward to what comes in the 9th edition codex as it'll most likely determine where I take these guys from here, but short term plans are some changes to a couple of my old vehicles like the looted wagons.

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Pizza and Beer | Mulder x Scully

Summary: When Mulder arrives at Scully’s apartment with Halloween movies and promise of pizza and beer, neither of them expect to be wrapped up in each other by the end of the night. 

Warnings: None, though it has not been edited closely so there could be a few mistakes! Sorry!

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Please be kind, this is my first ever MSR fic so I am very nervous about posting! Let me know what you think. Also requests are open and you can find my taglist and masterlist in the links below! And thank you to @wolfish-willow​ @lunalovecroft​ and @unpredictablybittersweet​ for your input, advice and support!

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When the phone rang at 3 in the morning, Dana Scully expected it to be an emergency, like an agent calling her to come down to a crime scene or Skinner demanding that she be at headquarters at once. What she didn’t expect, was to pick up the phone and hear Mulder’s calm and light-hearted voice on the other end of the line, his fingers tapping away at the computer keyboard in their office.

“Hey Scully, wanna go on an adventure?” Mulder asked this question like he hadn’t just woken Scully up in the middle of the night, and like it was the most normal thing to ever ask someone over the phone, with no warning and when the sky was dark. Scully let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes, not that Mulder could see of course, before falling back against her pillows with a soft thump.

“Mulder, it’s 3 a.m.!” She was exasperated already, and she only felt worse after she heard her partner chuckle on the other end of the line. She knew he was smiling, knew his eyes were squinting slightly as he looked down at the notes in front of him, and also knew that he would be slipping his free hand into his pocket to fish out a sunflower seed.

“Exactly, the perfect time to go find out about the unknown footprints that appeared in Southern California last week. C’mon, we could make a little holiday out of it, go to a beach even?” Scully knew that Mulder was trying every trick in the book to make her say yes, but after only getting home at 1.30 am and not getting to sleep until 2 am, she just wanted to rest, spend the next weekend catching up on laundry, doing some reading, maybe even having a bubble bath. So, she shook her head, voice softening as she started to speak back to Mulder.

“Look, we just finished a case and got back from North Dakota only a couple of hours ago. I need some sleep Mulder, and I’m sure you do too. Now, I’m going back to bed, if you still wanna go monster hunting tomorrow than by all means call me, but for now, let me sleep.” She hung up then, not even giving him enough time to respond and she put the phone back on its stand, before pulling the covers further up her body, shielding her from the cold October air.

When she got up the next morning and started making herself a breakfast of sesame bagels topped with cream cheese, avocado and smoked salmon, she had forgotten all about Mulder’s late-night call. It also seemed like he had forgotten too, because he didn’t ring her at all that morning, nor even as the morning turned to afternoon and she was eating leftover pizza while watching re-runs of some drama on television.

But then someone was knocking on her door, the voice on the other side muffled by the sound of the television. Scully sighed as she stood up from her couch and moved to answer it. She checked the peephole first and let out another sigh and closed her eyes for a small moment before opening it, really not wanting to see her partner right now. It was the weekend after all, and weekends were meant to be free from work, from colleagues, and as much as she loved Mulder, she needed a day, just one day of peace.

“What are you doing here Mulder?” She spoke as she swung open the door, revealing her co-worker standing on the other side with a lopsided grin and two coffees in his hands, a plastic bag hanging from his arm. He came in without being invited, but they both knew that Scully wouldn’t have opened the door if she didn’t want him coming in, and moved to the kitchen table, placing the hot drinks and bags down before facing his partner.

“Well, I thought, since it’s Halloween weekend, and we’re too old to dress up and go trick or treating, we should order some pizza and watch some of the classics…” Mulder’s voice dropped off as Scully turned to him with an amused look on her face, pushing some of her ginger hair behind her ears. He poured the contents of the grocery bag onto her table, revealing multiple videotapes of the usual Halloween movies.

Scully let out a chuckle at his excited face and shook her head gently as she moved to pull two mugs from her cupboard, pouring the hot coffees into them and then passing Mulder’s to him.

“And here I was thinking I was going to have a normal weekend of watching junk on tv and sorting through laundry.” Mulder openly laughed at this, his eyes squinting slightly as he smiled at his smaller partner.

“You call that normal? I call that boring.” He walked towards her television set then, pushed the videotape into the slot and grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

After nearly six years of working together, Scully had learned that Mulder has a constant tendency to make himself at home in places he felt safe and comfortable, with her apartment being one of those few places. And with this in mind, she watched as he relaxed back against the sofa cushions, pulled off his shoes and rested his socked feet on the edge of the coffee table. He looked over to her, patting the seat next to him, and all she could do was send him an exasperated look before sitting down next to him, leaning against the arm of the sofa.

“Fine, Mulder. I’ll watch crappy scary movies with you. As long as you’re paying for the pizza and the beer.” Mulder nodded back to her in agreement, and then lifted the remote, clicking play.

The night started off normal, they were just two friends watching movies together in Scully’s apartment, sipping mediocre beer that was already making Mulder’s cheeks feel warm, and eating greasy pizza that they were sure to regret the next morning. The television screen glowed, and colours flashed around the room as Mulder watched the villain chase after a screaming girl, and Scully took in the way he was so focused on the movie. It was enchanting, watching his gaze flicker with every movement on the screen, how his face scrunched up when blood or gore was shown, how he rolled his eyes when something was so cheesy it was just stupid. Her focus was only pulled away when he started muttering, voice low and blending with the sounds of the movie.

“What was that Mulder, what did you say?” He looked at her after she spoke, glancing to her and then back to the television in hopes of not missing any more of the action that Scully had grown bored of.

“I just said that the detective has got it all wrong. The murderer isn’t going after blonde-haired girls because he likes blonde hair. He’s going after them because they remind him of his mother and sisters.” Scully didn’t know what to say to that, so she just let out an amused chuckle and took a swig of her beer, letting Mulder continue. “And damn it, Scully, these cops have no idea what they’re doing. They keep looking over the important details in favour of the unimportant ones, just so it fits their idea of the murderer and his motives.”

His voice was getting higher then, louder too, and Scully couldn’t help but watch him as he moved his hands around in frustration, before collapsing back against the sofa with a pout on his face.

“You know Mulder, not every detective can be as smart as you, not even fictional ones.”

“I know, but the production team of the movie could still do some research to make their plot seem more accurate. Right now, it’s just a load of rubbish.” He let out a sigh as the end credits rolled across the television screen and sucked down the last dregs of beer from his bottle, looking at Scully after. “You want another beer and more pizza?” Scully nodded, letting Mulder take her empty plate and bottle, and then opened her mouth to speak.

“Movies aren’t always supposed to be realistic, Mulder. People watch them and enjoy them because they’re a form of escapism, something to distract our selves from the real world when everything becomes too dark and scary. They’re not meant to be taken literally.” She spoke to him as he stood up and walked to her kitchen, watching as he pulled another two bottles of beer from the fridge and noticed how the corners of his mouth turned down slightly as he picked up a couple of pizza slices and loaded them onto the plates.

“I get that they aren’t meant to be taken literally, Scully, but they could have at least done better.” He huffed as he walked back over to her, handing her the beer and pizza and then sitting back down next to her with his plate on his lap.

“You really wouldn’t like E.T then.”

“Don’t even get me started on E.T, Scully.”

The two drifted back into silence after that comment, munching on pizza quietly as the next movie played on, and the sky outside was already dark when Mulder caught Scully not watching the movie for the umpteenth time, focused instead on something else.

Maybe it was the fact that she had already nearly finished two beers and a whole pizza, but Scully couldn’t focus on anything but Mulder. She felt warm whenever he sent her a soft smile, like her heart was going to burst when he let out a loud laugh, felt safe when the two of them started leaning against each other on the couch, not noticing that there was now no space between them. He caught her staring at him at that moment, watching him with all the concentration in the world as he turned to tell her a piece of information about whatever serial killer the movie was trying to portray. But he closed his mouth when he saw her eyes on him, suddenly feeling like there was no movie, no crappy pizza or beer. Just her blue eyes watching him.

“You know…you really should be watching the movie, Scully. You don’t want to miss the best bits.” His voice was quiet, nearly shaky as he stared right back at her, and he smirked ever so slightly when she realised she had been caught, eyes going wide and mouth hanging open in surprise. But she didn’t falter, didn’t let him get the upper hand as she just let out a charming smile that had his cheeks going red.

“Says the man who just called all the movies we’ve watched tonight ‘rubbish’.” They were so close to each other now, faces inches apart and the sides of their bodies pressed against each other. The movie was forgotten about, and so was their food and drink, especially when Scully spoke next. “Besides, Mulder, I’ve got something much more entertaining right in front of me.”

“Oh yeah? And what is more entertaining than the movie right now?” She didn’t give Mulder an answer straight away like he thought she would. Instead, she opted to wind her arm around his neck and pull him closer gently, fingers carding through his hair softly, ready to stop at any time if he became uncomfortable. But he didn’t, because he was pressing into her more, eyelashes fluttering as he sighed from the feeling of her hand in his hair, and hesitantly, he placed his hand right on her hip, fingers ghosting the material of her sweatshirt.

“You…” Scully kissed him then, gently at first because she knew that he might have pulled away. Yet he was kissing her back, so hotly that it was taking her breath away, skin warming and his tongue running against her lips that she nearly let out a loud sigh, before pressing herself to him in a flurry of tangled limbs and his mouth moving across her jaw and down her neck.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the fact that she tasted like beer and greasy cheese pizza, and maybe it was the feeling of sweet relief that he was actually kissing her that Mulder felt like he was floating above it all, on top of the world and never wanting to come down as long as he lived. He fixated on the way her fingers felt against the skin of his arms, how she started to sound out of breath but also so wanting it made him want to cry, how his lips against hers was the most perfect thing he had ever felt.

“You know, when you came over wanting to eat pizza and watch crappy movies, I kinda knew this was going to happen.” Scully’s words came out in a whisper against his lips, and her hot breath fanned out across his skin as she pulled away ever so slightly, letting him run his hands up and down her sides.

“Oh yeah? How?” Mulder was pressing delicate kisses to her cheeks, jaw, neck, any skin he could reach and smiled as he made her blush.

“Well, think about it, Mulder. Alcohol, greasy pizza and late nights tend to lead to a person making some risky decisions.” He chuckled into her neck, fingers gliding over the skin of her stomach and waist after he slipped them underneath her sweatshirt, and she gasped into his hair at the feeling, before swallowing it back down and pressing her lips to the side of his jaw.

“And what do you think, Scully? Is this a good risky decision, or a bad one?” Scully didn’t even need to think about the answer to this question, just looked right at Mulder as he pulled his lips away from her skin, brown eyes melting at the sight of her smiling at him, beaming so lovingly that he wanted to cry.

“This was the best decision I ever could have made.”

Scully and Mulder wrapped themselves in each other, a cocoon of safety, love, warmth and trust surrounding them as they kissed on Scully’s couch, the movie playing on in the background and the pizza and beer going cold, forgotten and untouched for the rest of the night. And when Scully leaned her head against her partner's chest, and he kissed the top of her head and brushed his lips against her hair, she let out a soft sigh, lingering in this moment of peace. Until she remembered the conversation over the phone from the night before.

“Mulder?”

“Hm?”

“What happened with the footprints in Southern California?” Mulder squeezed her shoulder gently as he chuckled at her question.

“They were nothing, just some kids playing a practical joke. Although, a trip to the beach would have been nice.” Scully hummed in agreement, leaning back against Mulder, and before the two of them knew it, they descended back into blissful silence, focused only on each other.

Scully loved normal weekends. She loved the peace of just lazily reading a book in bed, having a long bubble bath and cooking herself a meal with a glass of wine in hand. But she also loved the weekends that crept up on her after a long week of solving cases, the weekends where she was left surprised that even though nothing went to plan, everything seemed to work out well anyway. And this weekend, the Sunday before Halloween seemed to be one of those weekends because even though she didn’t get any reading done, had take out instead of cooking and didn’t even get her laundry folded, Mulder was here, holding her, kissing her, loving her. And that was all she could ever ask for.

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