#matching with the sissy <3

[xoxoalette]

THANKS FOR 220+ HAVE SOME ANGST/LORE BABES

CW: scar (a poorly drawn scar but a scar nonetheless)

:)

[bbugsy]

need more sissy lore like * checks watch * yesterday

[andorerso]

I personally don't really want a Jyn show because I do not wish to see her character butchered and I don't trust them to get it right but if she did have one, it'd have to be called Erso... right?

[arogaba]

[ningvory]

caught!

parings: stepsis camgirl!karina x baby stepsis!reader

synopsis: it had been 6 months since you last seen your stepsis and she was finally back. you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking about your sister lewdly at dinner and went to watch your stepsis' porn videos until she caught you right in the act.

warnings: voyeurism, cumming untouched, face sitting, pussy eating, oral, teasing, degradation kink, praise kink, cum eating, mean!rina but reader doesn’t care! reader is pussywhipped lol, sissy is used but it’s just a nickname for sister, not proofread so ignore any mistakes

rina is in purple and readers is in pink <3

it had been six months since you last saw your stepsis, jimin. the one you had the biggest crush on for what felt like the longest, and she was finally back at home so your stepdad decided to have a family dinner just him, your sister, you, and your mom. he told you all to wear something nice even tho the dinner was at your house. nonetheless you still obeyed and went with a little pink dress, pared with some white heels. you decided to just go with light makup, not intended to go all out with your look since it is just the four of you.

“y/n!! hurry up!” your mother shouted, you were always the last to get ready, “coming!!” you shouted back after one last look at yourself in the mirror you headed downstairs.

you began walking down carefully until you made it all the way down. you were completely stunned by how your sister looked in her outfit. she had on a long lowcut skin-tight black dress that perfectly outlined her ass and tits. jimin smirked, not failing to notice the way you looked at her, she never did. ever since she heard you moan her name out, she’s been wearing revealing clothes that shows off her tits, knowing that you’ll shamelessly stare at ‘em.

you all sat down to eat discussing random things that you honestly couldn’t care less about. you’ve zoned out for a while, you hadn’t even realized how soaked your panties were from you fantasizing about your sisters tits.

“-y/n? are you even listening?” your mom asked causing you to break out of the trance of staring at your sisters tits. you shifted uncomfortably in your seat from the wetness as you quickly made up a little lie.

“uh- what? sorry, i’m not feeling well, i think ill head upstairs” you say and walked quickly upstairs before anyone could even stop you or question you.

once you reached your room you undressed yourself quickly, leaving yourself with nothing but your matching baby pink panties and bra. you had a little secret that no one else but you knew. it was the fact that your big sissy was a camgirl. in all honesty, it was a complete accident, you weren’t looking for any particular channel until a video caught your eye, it was titled, ‘subby slut let’s me use her face ♡’ which has been your favorite video of hers. it wasn’t even hard to find her. jimin, or her name on the site, katarinabluu had been one of the most watched camgirls on the site in which you participated in watching her, even going as far as to comment in her live streams numerous of times.

you had propped your phone up on your blanket so you can comfortably watch and got one of your pillows, it was difficult to buy toys so you worked with what you had which was your pillow and fingers.

her videos consisted of girls that either had a dick or a pussy. in the video, the girl had a dick. you watched how jimin would tease the girl by twisting her tits, causing the girl to let out a whimper. jimin gently layed her down on her bed and left wet kisses on her body until she got down to her crotch.

while watching you get so caught up in the video you don’t notice how you’ve began to hump the air as you rub your clit. small moans escaping your plump lips as you try your best to suppress them, aware of the fact the same girl you’re watching is right downstairs.

jimin kept kissing the girls inner thighs and she pulled down her boxers but nothing more. causing the girl to moan in anticipation.

“if you want my mouth and pussy on your dick, you’ll have to work for it and please me first, baby.” jimin spoke out with a smile, kissing the girls angry tip.

“anything for you, mommy.” the girl spoke out, jimin had a little mommy kink and it seemed that the girl knew that.

jimin rose up and began to crawl over the girl. “let mommy use you.” jimin said, and she was on the girls face.

you swore you knew all the dialogue in this video, you’ve watched it countless times. the girl then began to use her tongue to bring jimin to pleasure. her dick began to leak out precum as jimin let pornographic moans slip out of her mouth in the mixture of derogatory words like pathetic fall out her mouth, causing the girl to jerk her hips. the girl obviously worked out, demonstrating her muscles by lifting jimin up and down her tongue and swirling it around. the girl then dropped jimin back on her face and let jimin ride her face. nose bumping her clit, causing her to let out moans and mewls.

oh how you wished you were the girl in the video, eating your sisters cunny out and slurping up all her juices, you would gladly be her service slut and let her use you for her own pleasure. you wanted it bad.

“ngh! jimin~” you whined out as you reached your climax. using your pillow to drown out you moans. jimin came at the same time as you. you starred at your ceiling coming down from your high. you only then noticed someone in your room.

“why’d you cover your face, sissy? i wanted to see how cute your face would be when you cum~” jimin said in a faux disappointed tone.

“w-when did you come up here?” you question your stepsis that chuckles at your question.

“you’re so cute when your scared, sissy. mom and dad had went out to some ol’ fancy restaurant after i told them i would go check on you. come to find out my baby sissy is up here getting off to a video of mine. who would’ve known my lil’ sissy was a little perv?” jimin taunted yanking you to stand up, “you wouldn’t mind if we went live together, right?” she asked with darken eyes and a sly smirk.

this is how you ended up on her bed all dolled up in some clothes jimin pulled out deep in her closet. you’re wearing a fluffy babypink two piece, plush tits spilling out from how tight the outfit is on you. jimin had made you slip your wet panties back on. jimin sat down next to you, wearing black lacy lingerie. you went to go touch her but she immediately swatted your hand away and went to turn on the live stream, causing you to whine out and shift on the bed.

“don’t touch me you nasty perv. you’re so desperate you can’t even wait for me to turn on the live.” jimin teased using degrading words, making you moan out loud as she got back in position as the live began airing, countless of people who must have nothing better to do joining and greeting jimin.

“hey my loves~♡ i’m with a special guest today! this is my cute lil’ step sis, who would’ve known she’s a nasty lil’ perv like the rest of you guys?” jimin spoke out, making you to moan out from the degrading words she used. jimin then began to undress you, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. as usual she left wet kisses down your body until she got down to your pussy, making you mewl and whine out as she did nothing but kiss your inner thighs. she then pulled your panties back and let it forcefully slap back on your pussy, causing you to whine out. she never did this before, she always took off her guest’s underwear.

“my sissy is such a nasty perv you guys, i caught her watching one of my videos and masturbating.” jimin told her audience as you whine out. she was reading the comments until she came across one.

indigosseras: she’s is so whiny!! why don’t you sit on her face to shut her up? ♡

“should i shut her up, guys?” jimin turned to ask her chat with a smile as she took her panties off. you moaned at the thought of finally getting to taste your sisters cunny.

“yea? you like that idea, baby sis?” she asked you not failing to notice how excited you got at the thought of that. she turned to the chat again to see it filled with people agreeing to shutting you up, “they think you’re a whore, sis.” jimin chuckled.

without another word, she crawled over to you until she was hovering over your face in reverse cowgirl style, and sat down on you. you moaned out and your hips bucked in the air at the taste of jimin. jimin moaned out due to the sensation of you going to town on her pussy, moans and slurps were heard from you and you switched between licking, sucking, and tongue fucking her hole. she was addictive, the taste unimaginable. you wrapped your arms around jimin’s waist. you think you’d come from her taste alone.

“so eager, sissy. i’m not goin anywhere, you’re definitely the most desperate pussy eater i’ve had so far.” jimin giggled at how desperate you were, bucking your hips at the praise as you began to slurp up all of her juices, tongue seen visible by the viewers watching and your arms tightened around her waist.

“you’re such a perv you know? i’ve seen the way you’ve gawked at me and starred at my tits at dinner, and now you’ve gotten so nasty you decided to come up here and touch yourself to me knowing i was here?” jimin spat harshly, sitting down on your face even more, practically suffocating you. but you honestly couldn’t care, you’d be than happy to die eating her delicious cunt. you whimpered at her words as you continued to eat her out. she continued, “you’re so nasty, i know you knew that it was me you’ve been watching. spread your legs you perv, let them see how turned on you are by eating your sissy out.” you immediately spred your legs to reveal your completely soaked panties to the camera infront of your body.

jimin then began to grind on your face, chasing her high as she moaned and whined out as she finally released in your mouth. you felt like you were in bliss, she tasted so yummy on your tongue causing your eyes rolled back and you came untouched in your panties for all the viewers to see your even more ruined panties.

jimin crawled off of your face and laid on top of you, “did i say you can cum? you’re such a nasty perv, cumming untouched just from eating your sissy’s cunny.” jimin says as you swallow all of her cum, muttering a “sorry sissy you just tased so yummy” she chuckled as she slowly pulled your panties to the side to reveal your pussy covered in your cum. with a smile on her face watching as you jumped from the sheer difference of temperature on your pussy.

jimin then ripped off your panties with ease as she pulled you back up once she got off of you, the bottom half of your face completely soaked in her juices as she went in to kiss you, tasting herself on your tongue. she then pulled back and pulled out a 8 inch glitter strap on.

-

the live stream ended jimin on top of you riding your fake dick with your mouth stuffed of jimin’s warm milky tits as you were thrusting up into her.

you definitely became a viewer favorite due to how obedient you were for your sister <3

[endless-ineffabilities]

this world was never meant for a fire like yours (part 2/3)

Daemon Targaryen x nurse!reader / f!reader

word count: 7k

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After a fatal injury on the battefield, Daemon wakes up in a foreign land - our world (where GoT / HoTD does not exist). He meets the reader, a nurse who tends to him and helps him navigate everything. They grow close, and slowly, but unequivocally, fall in love.

themes/warnings: smut (18+!), angst, slow burn, jealous!daemon, cursing

January 2023

You try to listen to Tom’s excited voice, as he relays a story about one of his friends. Honestly, you can’t help it, but you’re tuning it out. He’s nice and sweet and all, sure, but he can’t truly hold your attention. In the back of your mind, one notable reason stands out. One white-blonde, foul-mouthed, enigmatic man who barged into your life seemingly out of nowhere. One Prince Daemon, to be precise.

As the two of you climb up stairs to your hallway, you look forward to simply being home. Which only means, this is probably the last date you’ll go on with him. Granted, it’s only been the second one.

As you stop in front of your door, you scramble in your mind for the best thing to say. How to let him down gently. His warm, golden-retriever-like nature only makes things worse. You really don’t want to hurt him, but hell, you might have to.

“Listen,” you turn to him, apologetic expression ready, but at the same time he speaks.

“I need to tell you something,” he says, drowning out your voice.

“Oh, okay, go ahead,” you become hopeful that he will tell you that he only wishes to be friends, and nothing more. That while the dates have been fun, the two of you are not compatible in a romantic way.

Instead, he takes your hand, leans closer, and whispers, “I really, really like you.”

Oh, shit. You stare at him, anticipation taking root in your bones, and not in a good way.

“And, I guess I just want to let you know that. I’ve really been enjoying your company,” he goes on.

Well, why do I have to be so enticing? You mentally roll your eyes, wishing that the floor would just swallow you whole.

“That’s really sweet of you to say,” you start, carefully weighing your words.

“Yes, well, one more thing,” he smiles slyly.

“One more?” You croak. What more could he possibly have under his sleeve? After whatever this is, I will finally collect myself and not be a sissy and let him down and…

Your thoughts are surely halted by what he does next.

He leans forward, inch by excruciating inch, and everything feels like it’s happening in slow motion. Oh no.

Just when you are about to decide whether to flee, or to say something in protest, your front door opens. Revealing your knight in tainted armour.

“There you are. I was beginning to worry that you would be missing our supper.” Daemon’s voice is clear and commanding, and you suspect that he knows just what he interrupted.

“Oh, uhm, we just got back and I -” you start to say, but Tom interrupts.

“Yeah, could you give us just a second, man?” Tom says, putting a hand up to Daemon. Knowing Daemon, albeit only for a period of a few months, he does not like to be told off. Bad idea, Tom.

“Whatever for?” Daemon smirks, “Judging by the lady’s expression, I’d say this date has reached quite a timely end. She should come inside her home now, and you should leave.”

“Shit, I don’t think you can just say that, man. Who are you even, to her?” Tom’s face scrunches in frustration. This is clearly not the perfect end to your date that he was hoping for. But, you just might prefer this to the contrary. Tom was hoping for his confession to be well-received and matched, then he would kiss you, and you may be compelled to pull him into your apartment for a much desired escalation. Granted, he hoped that ‘the blonde weirdo’ would not be there.

But, as it turns out, he is.

Daemon seems unfazed, clearly not threatened by the man before him. He raises an arm to lean against the doorway, dominating the space. “I can say whatever I want. And if you mean that I am more than just her friend, then you are correct.”

“Really? She didn’t mention anything.” Tom’s resolve seems to weaken.

You think of intervening, before it gets too far. Although, you admit to yourself that you find some amusement in what’s in front of you – Daemon is blunt with his words and actions, most of the time, his particular brand of cunning underlying everything he does. But why here, why now? Why for you?

You’ve learned to look out for his shameless one-liners, and you welcomed them, even. But Tom certainly is not familiar with Daemon in that way, and he could not have anticipated what he says next, “She was probably just too nice to step on your feelings, boy. Being the soft, pathetic sod that you are.”

“What the hell.” Tom squares up his stance, his fist bunching up at his sides. But, compared to Daemon, he doesn’t seem menacing at all.

You step in between them, hands raised, prepared to push them apart. “Alright, stop it, you two.”

“Is he telling the truth?” Tom says, looking directly at you.

The truth about Daemon?  You think that you should reject the notion of Daemon being more than your friend. He is just a friend, after all, just a visitor. Isn’t he?  

“No!... well, it’s complicated.”

“Oh, please. Feel free to step on my feelings, y/n.” Tom counters.

“Look, Tom. Please excuse Daemon. He’s being unreasonably rude right now.” You shoot daggers with your eyes at Daemon, but he continues to stare Tom down.

Tom starts to back away. He tried to meet Daemon’s eyes, to assert some form of dominance, some claim over you, but that did not last long. Daemon understandably is too much for this laid-back, 20-something, nice guy. “Whatever this is. Whatever the two of you have got going here, I don’t want any part of it.”

“Just wait…”

“Why? Tell me, do you even like me? Or do you like him?” He finally says. The last straw.

“I...” You know you do. You’ve grown to like Daemon, deeply, but you don’t think that now is the time to reveal that. In a dim hallway after a failed date with another man.

Daemon thankfully intervenes again, with mirth in his tone. “Time to get inside, my love.”

“That’s what I thought.” Tom backs off a final time, and hurriedly enters his apartment, not before sarcastically saying, “Have a nice night, y/n”

You stare at his door, your mind racing at the events that just happened. Daemon and Tom squaring up over you? You felt as if you were in a tv show, the hapless lead actress who strings along two admirers.

You whirl around to face the culprit. The smirking, smug man blocking your doorway. “What the fuck, Daemon?” You manage to pull off a disappointed face for a few seconds, but you can’t help but crack a smile back at him.

The whole situation seems silly all of a sudden, and all the tension gets released from you. Daemon’s effect on you, as much as you’d be shy to admit it.

“Well?” he asks, “Aren’t you going to come inside, darling?”

“Oh, fuck off, prince.”

- - - - - - - - - -

“What was that all about?” You ask Daemon, after just taking a bite of your pizza, the words muffled through your lips.

The two of you sit side by side on your old couch, a large box of pizza nestled in between. Daemon has his feet propped up on the low coffee table, next to your laptop which plays a 50s western movie. The movie had been chosen by Daemon himself, who has developed an affinity for classics rather than the modern, generic blockbuster fare.

After the whole Tom debacle, you had slumped down on your bed, exhausted from the day. You inadvertently fell into a nap, and were awoken by Daemon some time later, proudly presenting the pizza that he had delivered.

“It seems that neither of us can muster up the effort to make supper ourselves, so I had this made, from your favourite place, of course.” He smiled above you, your still sleep-heavy gaze making the light surround him like a halo. Oh, the irony.

The day was forgotten. The needless drama, the hallway spectacle, gone. But well, now, you can’t help but ask.

“What was what all about?” He asks, as if he doesn’t know what you speak of. Of course he does. His gaze is lazily trained on your laptop screen. The movie had his full attention in the beginning. But then his mind wandered off to you. How your fingers brushed across his when picking up your food. Your bare legs tucked beneath you, covered in nothing but pajama shorts. The little bits of information you would share with him about classic filmmaking. Your initial moan, followed by a gleeful snort, upon tasting the pizza.

She acts so very unbecoming of a lady, and would not belong if she had been raised in Westerosi nobility. You are different. Nevertheless, Daemon liked everything that you did. He didn’t mind. He enjoyed it much more, even.

And he showed this to you. He’s never been one to be shy about his admiration. He made sure you noticed his lingering stares, his gentle hands guiding you when needed, his constant compliments and playful words. But, he knew all that isn’t enough. He’s aware of your reluctance about the whole thing. About him.

The dragon in him would have staked his claim by now. He would have taken you, as he so badly wants to. But Daemon was lost. He tried not to show it, as he wanted to maintain a sense of calm. To prove that he was still in control. To hide the fact that he was an intruder in this world, who yearned for home more than anything. He didn’t want to worry you. He didn’t want you to find him weak.

This was not his world, and the only thing anchoring him here is you.

“Why were you so rude to Tom? What did the guy ever do to you? Also, what do you mean by you being more than just my friend?” You ask one question after another, but Daemon can give a single answer for all of them.

“Because, you little minx,” he pauses, taking a swig of his beer, another one of his favourite modern things, “we are more than simply friends, aren’t we?”

You turn to look at him, your eyes meeting the sharp curve of his jaw. You shamelessly watch as his lips wrap around the opening of his beer bottle. Damn Daemon for having the ability to make anything look sensual. For the past few weeks, it felt as if the both of you have not tried to hide the fact that you wanted each other. It’s always been there, in the electricity in the air between you, in every skipped heartbeat. Still, it felt good to actually hear the words of affection coming from him.

You had gone on another date with Tom purely for the sake of distraction. The ‘will they, won’t they’ dynamic with Daemon was getting a bit too much.

“Mhmm,” you hum in agreement, “What are we then? Platonically compatible roommates?” You push him on, wishing he would just make his side clear, once and for all.

“How can we be roommates if I’m yet to be allowed the privilege of sleeping in your room?”

He got you there. Daemon still kept his place on your couch. You weren’t sure how to bring up the matter at this point, without it seeming like you were trying to get with him.

One thing is certain. It is only a matter of time before the frustration boils over, and one you will quite literally pounce on the other. But that’s all to come. For now…

“Would you like to?”

“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific, darling. There are plenty of things that I would like to do with you.”

You felt the blood rush from your cheeks, so you attempted to stifle your glee with an eye roll, unsuccessfully. “Would you like to sleep in my bedroom? I should’ve asked sooner, I suppose, since I don’t think this couch is all too comfy to sleep on.”

“Comfy?” Daemon raises an eyebrow, before realizing, “Oh. Comfortable. Well, it’s not so bad. Quite lonely, though.”

“Well?”

He smirks, something clearly on his mind, “Yes, I would like to sleep with you.”

“What?” Your head snapped to the side, seeing him amused by what he just said.

“I said, yes, I would like to sleep in your bedroom with you. Thanks for offering.”

Your heart races, having heard him the first time. “Good.” Why not beat him at his own game? “You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to your first suggestion, either.”

- - - - - - - - - -

Daemon stares at the ceiling, lying comfortably on your bed. You’re already asleep on your side, facing him. He watched you gradually fall asleep, as you discussed many things, including his new job at the auto shop, 50s cinema, weird news headlines. He had asked about social media, and after giving him a lengthy exposition on what it offers, he had sneered in disdain and determined that he was never to go near the thing.

Of course. You smiled at that, at his casual bravado, before adding, “That’s too bad. If you were on any social media, the ladies would have loved you. Men, too. Daemon Targaryen, that one mysterious, brooding, too-cool-for-anything guy on Instagram. I’d wager that you’ve got enough charisma to be an actor, you know.”

He had shared about his new post as a mechanic, and proposed that you visit him there the next day, after your day shift at the hospital.

“I’m glad it’s been going well, Daemon.” You smiled at him, through a stifled yawn.

“Yes, I’ve been learning the ropes, as they say in this world.” He smiled back at you, before adding his usual snarky comment, “The mechanical part of it is interesting enough. Some of the patrons of the establishment can be downright cunts, though.”

“Daemon!” You feigned surprise, smirking at his tone. He had blurted it out so shamelessly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What? I’m merely being truthful, my love. You should have seen this lady who came in the other day. She was complaining about this apparently defective car battery that I installed for her. It was in perfect condition until she must have fucked it up, being the bleating dolt that she is. I nearly chucked that damn battery at her head.”

You snorted at the picture he presented, “Sounds like a piece of work.”

“I think her name was Karen, as the owner of the auto shop called her.”

“Do you mean that he called her a Karen?”

“That’s what I said.”

You always found it funny how oblivious he can be about some references, “I think that has more to do with her disposition, than with her actual name, Daemon.”

“Whatever do you mean?” he asked, and so you launched into yet another exposition, this time on the Karen trend, something you never thought you would ever be doing, addressed to a man you have grown to desire.

With your lips gently parted, and a lock of your hair falling in front of your face, Daemon takes the time to admire you openly. His hand reaches out and moves your hair to the side, then he allows his fingertips to drift across your cheekbone, then down to your lips. You stir a little, your nose scrunching at whatever dream you may be having. Daemon fondly smiles. She’s beautiful, truly. So what am I waiting for? Why haven’t I made her mine?

He wonders if it will happen again, when he falls deep into slumber. For several instances now, he swears he’s been hearing voices calling out to him in his dreams. Familiar voices. Viserys. Rhaenyra. Mysaria, even. It could all just be a result of his yearning for home, but they sound so real. Like they’re actually behind some impenetrable wall, calling for him. Seemingly there, but gone when he opens his eyes in the morning. He hasn’t told this to you, because… well, how would it sound? He wants to believe his family has found a way to reach out to him in this world, and not that his mind is slowly driving him to madness.

I wish I could be a better man. I wish I could be the one that you deserve. But he knows he isn’t. He’s not ordinary. Not the sort of man that would be ideal to build a home and a family with, in your world and in his. Especially in your world.

Where he came from, he was able to build his entire image on his ferocity. His fearlessness. The name given to him, the Rogue Prince, means to command respect just as much as it commands awe and fear. Daemon was a Targaryen through and through. A dragon who knows exactly what he is and what he is capable of. The acts he has committed in his world, would be more than enough to guarantee a lifetime of imprisonment in your world. Or at the very least, permanent admission to a maximum security psychiatric hospital. He remembers the night when he and his gold cloaks cleansed King’s Landing of its criminals and its brutes. He remembers taking pleasure in disembowelling the Crab Feeder, limb from limb, and dragging his remains through the mud in victory. He remembers much and more. And he’s certain he would do it all again, as much as he would like to be… better… for you.

He knows who he is, and he knows that this world cannot contain him. Pretend as he might, this world cannot stifle his fire. He can try to blend in, to subdue himself for a while, but how long can that last? He fears the day when a switch flips inside him, and he might take it out on you. And he can’t lose you. You’re the only light that he has in his world, and without you, Daemon would inevitably fall into the darkness.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Daemon.” He hears a familiar voice. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep, but he must be. The voice is coming from Viserys, urgency ringing true in his tone, “Daemon. Brother, we will find you, this I promise.”

“Daemon,” another voice rises out of the shadows, softer, sweeter.

“Rhaenyra,” he attempts to whisper back, “Rhaenyra.”

“Stay strong, uncle.” Daemon feels like an apparition, floating on air, seeing the hazy shapes of his family. “Kesā māzigon arlī naejot īlva,” You will return to us, Rhaenyra determinedly says. But how, my dear niece? How can I return to you?

“Daemon.” Another voice, stronger this time, echoing through the chambers of his dream. Clearer, as if it were right beside him. “Daemon, wake up.”

Your voice, “Daemon, you’re only dreaming. Wake up.”

For a brief moment, Daemon is torn between staying in the limbo of his unconscious, tethered to the connection with his family, and letting go, and waking up to you.

To you.

Daemon feels the pull toward a direction. He feels himself choosing what he truly desires, in that moment. He isn’t sure what’s happening, he doesn’t know what’s to come.

There’s only you.

You shake him again, with a bit more force this time. Daemon has been mumbling in his sleep, his head whipping from one side to the other, his fists bunching up at the sheets.

A nightmare, perhaps? Although, he keeps whispering a name. A feminine-sounding name, one that you’re not quite familiar with. One that doesn’t sound too common in your world. Rhaenyra.

“Daemon, wake up.” You try again.

His eyes flutter open. Any other name disappears from his lips, and he only says yours, “Y/n. It’s you.”

“It’s me,” you smile at the innocence in his tone, “You were dreaming, I think.”

“Hmm, I was.” He runs a hand over his face. “Good morning, love.”

“Morning. Bad dream?”

“Not entirely.” He sits up, and takes your hand absentmindedly, “I am happy to wake up to you, though.”

“I am, too.” You squeeze his hand in return. A question hangs on your lips, and you say it out loud, “Daemon, who’s Rhaenyra?”

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March 2023

You hear his grunts from underneath the vehicle, clearly frustrated with whichever part he’s been asked to repair. Only his dark-wash blue jeans are visible, his body lying flat on the under car roller.

It had taken Daemon a while to acknowledge the existence of jeans, as with many other modern things, and you thanked all of the angels that he had, because they look so damn good on him. You stand in the auto shop that he works at, on one of your usual visits, not having a shift at the hospital that day. Bobby, the owner, was a brawny, snow-haired man who seemed intimidating at first sight, but that image is immediately broken once he lets out one of his warm, hearty laughs. He had easily taken a liking to both you and Daemon, and he kindly told you that you were always welcome, when you apologized for loitering.

“Oh, feel free to come visit your boyfriend, anytime, darlin,” Bobby had said, “He’s actually one of my best workers here, which is amazing really, since he knew nearly nothing about cars when he first came ‘round.”

Your cheeks reddened, not exactly averse to what he assumed, “Well, thanks for taking him in, sir. And, no, we aren’t-“

“Hello there, love,” Daemon had come in from the other room, and that was the end of it. The occasion to correct the ‘boyfriend’ assumption was gone, not that you bothered to bring it up again, anyway.

You knew that the Daemon being your boyfriend - Daemon being anyone intimate, more than a flatmate, more than a friend – was a notion that made you feel all warm inside. Truth be told, it was a thought that you’ve been entertaining for a long time. Perhaps even mere days after you first found him outside your building.

Recently, your desire has intensified, to say the least. But in your defence, Daemon himself has acted in a way that encouraged your yearning. He’s been holding you for long moments, his gaze running down your body when you weren’t meant to notice, his words flirtatious at times. Passionate, even.

Like when he once whispered, “You possess a light that can put even dragonfire to shame,” causing shivers to run down your spine.

Oh, you were so gone. He could make you his, if he only said the word. But he hasn’t. Why?

You vaguely hear his voice, breaking your thoughts.

“Sorry?” you peer down.

“I said, please hand me the wrench, love.”

“Oh,” you look at the tray, several similar-looking tools before you.

“Which one?”

“The one with the blue bit at the end,” you hear laughter in his voice, and he rolls out partially, hand outstretched. Well, here’s something from this world about which he now has more expertise than you. Sheepishly smiling, you give him what he asked for, and watch him disappear underneath the car again.

A minute later, he exclaims, satisfied, “That should do the trick.”

He gets up from under the car, cracking his neck and rolling out his shoulders, loosening himself up hours of work. And in that moment, as with many other moments, you get to appreciate the view of him.

Deep V-necked, black shirt nearly moulded to his torso, his striking white-blond hair now cut short, and unsurprisingly, the faint smattering of grease marks on his face only serve to make him even more tempting. My little grease monkey, you try to compose yourself when he catches you looking.

“See something you like?” There he goes again, and you’re sure that he’s got more than a clue about your wanting of him, and he enjoys it.

“Maybe,” you hold his gaze, and moving to stand in front of him, you take a towel and carefully wipe the stains off his face.

His gaze on you is gentle, yet enthralling, persistent as you tend to him. Daemon naturally has cunning dancing behind his eyes, but for you, now, it only has tenderness. He looks at you with care, as if he’s not just relishing in the attention he’s given, but also revelling in the sight of you.

“All better,” you sigh, and force yourself to look away, sensing that his co-workers have started throwing curious glances in your direction.

He notices your unease, and although unaffected by the attention himself, he’s quick to offer some comfort.

“It’s been a long day,” he says, hand gently resting on your back, “Let’s go home.”

Home. Yours and Daemon’s. For how much longer, you did not know. And it worried you.

- - - - - - - - -

“What do you want to have for dinner?” You say, as you take off your coat, shaking off the cold from outside.

“How about we go on one of those things? You know, a… date?” He’s already sitting comfortably on the couch, one leg resting atop the other. “I know I should have asked you sooner, and I apologize. It’s just… you know the source of my hesitation. But I no longer will be a cockless coward, and have you, if you’d let me.”

“Daemon,” you bite your lip at  his statement, blood rushing to your cheeks, “it’s okay. We don’t have to go on an official date. As long as we know where we stand, and, I guess I like us. I like what we have. It can progress naturally as we’d like it to, and that’s just fine with me.”

“My love,” he stands, and pulls you in close by the waist. His closeness intoxicates you. Even though you’ve been experiencing it for months, it never fails to steal the breath from your lungs. You look up at him, as he continues, “you deserve to be courted properly, like a lady, like a princess, more like. From what I’ve seen of the courtship rituals in your world, a romantic date seems to be the way to do it right. Tell me what you want, and you shall have it.”

Oh, fucking finally. You can’t help the smile that springs on your face, and Daemon revels at the sight. “You know what I want, Daemon?”

“Tell me.”

“Come closer, and I’ll whisper it to you,” you say cheekily, a plan brewing in your mind.

Daemon catches on quite easily, and he leans forward, ready to claim what you’re offering. So you meet him in the middle, and press your lips to his.

It feels even better than you imagined, and you’ve let it run through your mind a lot. How he would feel against you, like a searing flame that consumes your space, enveloping you in his warmth. Dangerous, but you like it this way. Only him, this way.

His tongue snakes past your lips, and you fail to stifle a moan. He pushes you back against the wall, and you pull him even closer, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Mmm, Daemon,” you manage, “fuck.”

He smirks against your lips, “Why, I would love to, darling. Would our date be spent in the bedroom?”

“Uh huh, well, you said something about a romantic date? Why don’t we do that first?”

“Gods, you’re a temptation waiting to be fucking plucked, you know that, darling?”

“I think the word on the street for that sort of thing is a tease, my prince, but you say it so much better.”

“Well, you’re a… tease, then.” He kisses you again, biting your bottom lip towards the end.

“How about we go out, pick up some food and a decent bottle of wine, then come back with the goods and watch movies to our hearts’ delight?”

“Don’t we always do that regardless, my love?” he smirks, head adorably tilting to one side. He takes your hand and presses his lips to the back of it. My chivalrous prince.

“Yeah, but now it’s a ‘date’ date. You can plan the next one, complete with your noble steed and gleaming sword…Dark Sister, wasn’t it?” He nods, eyes softening at your remembrance, “and I can put on a frilly princess frock or something…” He laughs at that. “Then we can right off into the sunset, and be on our way to find your dragon Caraxes, and fly off into the stars.”

“Quite a vision, but you know you don’t need a fucking frock, my love. You’re perfect just the way you are.” His hand flies to your ass, squeezing firmly, and you nearly jump up in surprise, “Besides, these jeans flaunt your backside in ways that a skirt never can.”

“Daemon!” An empty plea. You melt into his arms anyway.

You feel his lips pressing to the crown of your head, causing you to fondly whisper his name once more. The strong planes of his chest are firm against your hands. You dig your fingers in, “Mmm, you know what? The date can wait.”

“Say that again?”

You don’t repeat it. You just pull him down to your lips again, kissing him passionately. He opens his mouth fully to you, and your back arches in response, tasting all of him, before finally adding, “Shall we begin?”

- - - - - - - - -

He practically throws you on the bed, looming over you, his presence all at once so disarming. His face, practically carved out of marble, lowers down to press itself onto yours. Forehead against forehead, nose bumping yours, your lips melding into one.

You moan in unison, his hands groping your hips and then your thighs.

“Fucking… jeans off. As flattering as they may be.” He growls lowly.

“You as well.” You scramble to unbutton your jeans, then inch them slowly down your legs, kicking them off ceremoniously. They fly across the room, followed by Daemon’s. You giggle, and Daemon mewls, “Oh, that sound. You can bring me back to life all over again, with just your voice.”

You take his face in your hands, practically purring softly, “Fate might be a fickle thing, but at least it gave me you.”

He is kneeling between your legs on the bed, and you lean back, watching as he takes off his sweater. Eyes glued onto yours, he proceeds to rid you of your cardigan, before rolling your tank top above your head. He finally takes off his boxers, one that you picked together at the shop down the street, one interesting afternoon. His erection springs free, his cock firm and partially streaked blue-violet with veins, fucking thick as you expected. You bite your lips at the sight, and he notices, raising his light eyebrow proudly.

For the first time, you are completely bared to him. From your shoulders, to your toes. He admires the smooth expanse of your skin, allowing his fingers to drift lightly on you, silently wandering.

“Gevie,” he whispers.

“High Valyrian?” you ask, recognizing the intonation.

He affirms with a hum, “Beautiful. You are beautiful.”

“Mmm, Gevie?” you trace the lines of his stomach, “You are… gevie, too.”

He moves closer, enunciating clearly, “Iksā gevie.”

“Iksā… gevie,” you repeat slowly.

“Perfect,” he smiles affectionately, “We shall get you speaking High Valyrian in no time, my darling.”

“Face?” you ask, your hand directed by the words, tracing his cheekbone.

“Laehurlion.” He smirks openly, watching you absorb the words.

“Laehurlion,” you repeat, tone snagging at the end, but you carry on, “Eyes?”

“Laesi.”

“Laesi. Mmm… heart?”

His eyes soften, “Prūmia. Prūmia, ñuha jorrāelagon.”

“Prumia. And… well?” you hand lowers and lowers, until it reaches his erect shaft, the question hanging in the air.

“Cock? A leap from heart, I might say, though they might go hand in hand,” he leers, and leans down, causing the head of his cock to press against your opening, “Orvorta.”

“Orvorta.” You struggle to repeat the word this time, head leaning back at the feeling.

“Iksis bona sȳz?” He presses on, “We shall go slow, ñuha jorrāelagon. Cherish every second.”

You find yourself nodding in response, even though you don’t catch on to some words in High Valyrian. You watch as Daemon strokes himself, his eyes darkening in lust and pleasure. At the same time, he stares you down, and slowly pushes one long finger into your wet cunt. This thumb pads at your clit in gentle, circular motions. You take action, wrapping your hand around his cock, taking the place of his.

He pushes another finger inside you, increasing the pace. In and out of your warmth, juices making their way out, gleaming droplets of pale white. Your wrist  begins to ache, as it rapidly pleasures him, fingers sliding up and down, over and over, but you continue. Daemon unravels in front of you, at the feeling of your palm on his cock, and your wetness slick on his two digits.

You moan loudly, as the pressure builds up below, threatening to push you over the edge. The feeling of him suddenly disappears from inside you, and he pushes your back roughly down on the mattress, causing your hand to release his cock.

“Daemon,” you breathe out. He says nothing in return, merely priming himself at entry, digging his fingernails into your thighs. My dragon has awakened.

“Daemon,” you say again, not expecting a response. Simply preparing yourself for his hunger. Stating your lover’s name as if in prayer.

 “Hmm,” he hums, sinister and dark, “Hmm.” The air is taut around you, the hairs on your body rising in excitement. Then, he enters you. Stretching you wide, his cock twitching as he drives his hips forward.

“Fuck,” he lets out, once he is fully sheathed, “Oh, gods.”

You moan, feeling all of him. All of him. All…

“Shit.” You press your hands onto his chest, weakly, but he gets the message.

“What is it?” he asks faintly.

“Condom. You need to put on a condom. Bottom drawer.” The words awkwardly stumble out of you, but you know it’s necessary.

“A what, my love?”

“Just…” you sit up halfway, pulling your hips back, until he is released from your cunt.

It only takes about a minute to explain to him what a condom is, and to pry one onto his thick cock, but it feels too damn long all the same.

“Satisfied?” he questions, smirk still resting on his face, “Though if it were up to me, you’d be filled to the brim with my seed. I wouldn’t relent until your pussy would be raw and dripping from it.”

Fuck. The cheeky bastard. “Get on with it, then.” You feign impatience, waving a hand dramatically, biting your lip up at him.

He rams back into you, wasting no time. He falls forward, pressing his forehead to yours. His breath is warm on your face, causing a sheen of sweat to emerge.

His hips begin rutting quicker, harder. He hand squeezes your breast, the other cradling your head, keeping it from hitting the headboard. My Daemon. Relentless, chaotic, yet caring all the same.

“Fuck me,” you pant, “yeah, fuck me, Daemon.”

“Yes, my love.” He pounds into you hard, “I claim you. You’re mine. All mine.”

You’re certain you haven’t been fucked this good. You’re even more certain that you haven’t been made love to in this way. His fire consuming all of you, each thrust leaving a lasting impression. Your soreness will be an interesting thing to even attempt to manage after. The faint red lines you’re scratching onto his back may need tending to as well. You mark each other. Physically, and with all else.

Your cunt throbs from being stretched, and fucked hard. He shows no signs of stopping, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you enough to drive you insane. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass so lewd, so goddamn scandalous. Daemon’s. Having him not only so close, but within you. Daemon.

“Let go, my sweet one,” he breathes into your ear, “Release it all for me. Only me.”

“Faster, I’m getting there,” you moan.

He complies. His hips jackrabbiting wildly, a blur of motion, leaving you mewling and pleasantly aching on the sheets.

He comes first, rutting into you, groaning in ecstasy. It doesn’t take long for you to follow, that damn sensation unravelling all at once from your pelvis, your juices leaking onto Daemon’s cock.

“Seven hells, my love. That just might be the best fuck I’ve ever had.” He runs a hand through his hair, slowly pulling out of you. He takes a long, exhausted breath and lays down beside you.

“Very eloquently put, Daemon.” You bite back, a grin plastered on your face, still on a high from what just might be the best fuck you’ve ever had, as he says.

You let your eyes close for a while, allowing your imagination to play around with what you’ve just experienced, colourful scenarios forming in your mind. You vaguely hear Daemon’s voice pulling you out of your little daydream.

“What’s that?” you turn to him.

“I said, you’re the most beautiful part of this entire fucking world.”

“Oh.”

He adds something, a mere whisper, as if he’s drifting off to some other dimension, “… of my entire fucking world.” Your heart stops at that. You’re not sure if you were meant to hear it, but it feels amazing, all the same.

“Thank you,” you whisper, sincerely. You move onto your side, and let your fingers stroke his cheekbone in adoration, “Daemon? Do you still hear them? Viserys? Rhaenyra?”

“Mhmm,” he only hums in affirmative, after a while. He had revealed them to you recently, their stories, how important they truly are to him. How he hears them almost every night, calling out to him. Like a dream, but it feels much more significant. A call seemingly from the void. Only it doesn’t feel like a void. It feels like a direct tether to his own world.

You try to fight it, but a pang of sadness hits you every time he mentions his desire to return to his world. Because in the end, it would mean having to leave you.

You’re not aware of it, but a thought has been dancing in Daemon’s head. Only a possibility to entertain, at first. However it has grown into something stronger, more resolute. Turning fully fledged tonight. No longer a suggestion, but an unsaid promise he makes to you.

It doesn’t matter where he is. Whichever city, kingdom, world. The one thing that matters is being with you. Wherever you are, there he’ll be. You’re no longer just an anchor in this world, but a solidified anchor for his life in its entirety. His fire may not be meant for this world, but it has always been meant for you. And that’s more than enough.

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June 2023

You push your door open, laughing at some snide remark that Daemon said, as he keeps a hand on your back. You’ve grown to love his dark sense of humour, knowing that although it can be deemed biting or harsh, it stems mainly from astute observation. Daemon simply voices out what other people are probably thinking, but are too afraid to say. You appreciate this routine that the both of you have fallen into. And you wish it lasts. You would make it last, if it was in your power.

Looking back at Daemon, expecting him to follow suit behind you, you notice the sudden change in his expression. His body freezes in the doorway.

Before you could ask what the matter was, you hear a voice coming from your apartment. One that has never graced your ears before.

“Brother,” you finally look at the intruder, and the first thing that catches your eye is the shade of his hair. The same striking blend of golden and silver, even though he seemed frailer, devoid of shadow throughout its length.

You notice that Daemon doesn’t push you behind him, which means that he recognizes this man. Of course. They are, at first glance, the same. Brother? This must be…

“Viserys,” Daemon finally speaks, confirming your thoughts.

“Quite the peculiar realm you’ve landed yourself in, my brother,” The man stands from your couch, drawing closer to you and Daemon, “and quite the woman you have there.”

“Is it really you?” Daemon whispers, and you swear you heard his voice break.

“It is,” Viserys holds his arms out in front of him.

Daemon steps forward, and you can’t help but think that this small motion has drawn him farther away from you. His focus is on his brother, and understandably so, but your heart aches at what lies before you.

I’m going to lose him.

Viserys pulls him close with one arm, and Daemon relaxes into his embrace. He’s home. Well, nearly.

“I’m afraid we don’t have much time, brother. We must leave before the incantation is broken.”

“Incantation?” Daemon asks, and you wonder the same thing.

“We must go.” Viserys beseeches, urgency clear in his voice.

Daemon seems to collect his thoughts, springing into action, “Alright, well, I’m taking her with me,” he takes your hand, “You are coming with me, aren’t you, my love?”

You think of your world, of what you will leave behind. But, you also think, he need not ask. You would follow him anywhere.

“Yes,” you find yourself nodding, “Yes, of course I-“

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Daemon.”

Daemon’s head raises in a flash, “What do you mean, brother?” his menacing tone resurfacing.

“The incantation only accounts for you, and only you can return with me,” Viserys seems apologetic, but it doesn’t bring you comfort. Not at all.

“There must be a way,” you feel Daemon start to shake before you, in equal parts desperation and anger.

“We must go,” Viserys pleads again, and you want to say, No, please don’t take him away, but your voice fails you, and you stand there, unravelling within.

I have to say something. Damn it, say something.

“Go.”

“My love?” Daemon says, perhaps for the last time.

“You have to go home.”

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Seven hells, I did not post this as soon as I promised! Uni got in the way 🤷‍♀️

This one did not contain nursing references cause I got a bit carried away with just their dynamic, but nurse!reader will be making a comeback in the 3rd and last part (especially since Daemon will be gone {???} then) 🙊

I've got more time now, so I'll be working on some Aemond and Daemon requests that yous have already sent. As well as part 4 for the Heart on Fire series.

Also, a huge thank you because this blog has reached 1.7k followers and 25k likes in total. That is absolutely insane, seeing as it's only been three months since I began posting! These stories are all for you guys to enjoy, so thanks a million. I wish you all sweet dreams of Daemon or Aemond (or both) tonight! 🖤🖤🖤

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Penalty Box Series— Universal With The Panthers

23-24 Masterlist

ik so many of y’all don’t particularly care for the panthers, but it’s got mackie and an adoption!!

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yourusername when my rat (aka ratty matty) told me that the panthers were taking on universal studios during our weekly facetime, you KNOW i had to hop on a plane! here’s the highlights!

1. spency and i spent way too much money on souvenirs (and by and i i mean him and matty spoiled me despite me being against it)

2. matty would not pretend to die when i shouted avada kedavra at him no matter how many times i did it out of spite (which was RUDE)

3. father monty did die for me when i shouted it at him! (brandon montour, if you’re lame and don’t watch the panthers) he’s my new favorite— sorry about everyone else’s life.

4. i only got lost ONE time (translation: i ran away one time and then had to hold matty or spency’s hand the rest of the day)

5. matty and i have officially adopted mackie as our child!! mackie was fatherless before, so he’s very happy to have a dad!

thanks, boys, for letting me tag along! i love each and every one of you soooo much! i’ve missed spencer and matty more than words, and spending the day with them meant so much to me❤️

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Sticking Point 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, possible violence, illness, death, bullying, ableism, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are sent in the place of your ailing sister to marry a stranger. (Regency AU)

Character: Loki

Note: Work is starting to get pretty busy again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me &lt;3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

You are left undisturbed for near a day after the news arrives. You should be grateful for the reprieve but you cannot find respite among your unease. 

Edith is gone, your world is splintered, yet this marriage must proceed. Not for your own sake, but for your family's. You expect your father wouldn't be content to have you return to his household. The only benefit to your sister's tragedy is that he was able to rid himself of you.

Doreen informs you that you are to ready for another lunch. You choose a gown of faded peach and a bonnet with a narrow rim and white ribbon. She helps you dress before leaving to look in on your mother.

You look in the mirror and wonder if maybe you were prettier your voice wouldn't matter so much. You pin the brooch with the blue bird just below your neckline. You pretend Edith is there with you, talking you through this. I believe in you, sissy, remember when you stole my cap back from that angry hog?

You wait to be called. You hate to presume or wait around where others might be disturbed by your presence. It isn't Doreen who comes but another servant, a broad steely-haired woman. She bids you out and you follow meekly, gaze straying to the golden frames and painted canvas.

The meal is hosted in the dining hall. A long ebony table with matching chairs. Each seat is upholstered with emerald velvet and capped with curlicued posts. You are shown to yours by Parson to the one reserved for you. 

Your mother sits with her tears hidden behind her fan, not so much as looking in your direction. Doreen stands at her shoulder and offers a handkerchief. You can only hear the reprimand she would issue should you be blubbering so.

You rise as the duke enters, but not alone. Your mother leans heavily on the way, gathering herself with several flaps of her fan. She snaps it shut and tucks it away as she raises her chin, shooing away Doreen.

“Lady Thea,” Laufeyson begins before addressing you, “my parents, the Grand Duke Odin and the Grand Duchess, Frigga.”

He steps aside as an older couple stand regally in the archway. The man is burly but stout, with dark grey hair streaked with white. His jaw is set squarely and there is a familiar blue tint to his eyes. The woman is tall and blond and fair, her figure untouched by her age and her hair so golden that the grey strands only seem to make her shine.

You recognise them. The portraits in the main hall. Even with some decades since the artist’s work, they are beyond compare to their pigmented likenesses. They are as elegant and resplendent as their son. It sinks a rotten pit in your chest. Perhaps, they might not want you either.

“We’re acquainted, Thea and I,” Frigga declares, “I believe your father might recall her.”

“Yes, Lady Thea,” he bows, “I know your husband better, I’m afraid.”

The duke has a pinched look to his lip as he listens with his chin high. He moves stiffly, gesturing to the table, “mm, yes, let us be seated–”

“Loki,” Frigga says as she slowly wades forward, her skirts rippling like water, “what about your brother? He received an invitation, didn’t he?”

“Mother, certainly he did, but he is ever… unpredictable,” Loki offers. It is jarring to think of him as anything but the duke. To think he is anything but the master of Jade Park.

“Lady Jane is with child,” Frigga counters, “it might take them some time.”

“Lady Frigga, Lord Odin,” your mother begins, “I cannot remark upon your son’s hospitality enough. He’s been a wonderful host, especially…” she pauses and turns her head, touching her cheek with a gloved hand.

“Oh, we were distraught to hear of Lady Edith. Such a tragedy. So young and beautiful.”

You stare at the wall. You try not to think of the statement laced between her words. You are young too but not so beautiful.

“And your younger daughter is endearing, that is a rather charming brooch,” she turns her green irises on you.

“Thank you, Lady Fwigga,” you hold your head high as you cling to a thread of dignity.

Her cheeks bulb and there is a slight tremor in her chin before she can answer, “oh, that is a peculiar accent, dear.”

You don’t know if you should thank her. You can’t tell if she holds any derision but you’d prefer she not mention it. It’s obvious, it needn’t be emphasized.

Your eyes skitter over to Odin who watches you with quiet consideration. He does not hold the same disapproval as your father but you can’t read much in his face.

“She is all I have left,” your mother bemoans, “two daughters. That’s all I got. How I wanted to give my husband his heir but… it was not to be and now…”

“Oh, Thea,” Frigga drawls, “if you are to fraught to remain–”

“No, no,” your mother expands her fan and pushes air into her face, dabbing her tears with her knuckle, “no, I’m so happy for our families to come together.”

“As are we. It is only sensible–”

She is interrupted by some furor at the other end of the house. A smile curls her lips as a booming voice fills the corridor like thunder. As your eyes drift towards the doorway, they meet Loki’s. He looks at you with a furrow between his brows before he shifts his gaze towards the clamour.

The men rise first. You get to your feet as Parson rushes in to announce the new arrival. As he introduces Lord Thor and Lady Jane, he is almost breathless. The couple appears behind him, the towering duke clapping the groom’s shoulder so he staggers. The duchess gives a pretty smile to the grand duchess as her hand rests on her rounding stomach.

“Oh, Jane,” Frigga sweeps across the chamber to embrace her daughter-in-law without pretense, “you are immaculate,” she pulls back and cradles her cheeks, “you look well.”

“Do I? I’ve been struck sick for days.”

“But it shall pass,” Frigga avows and beckons the duchess with her to the table, “Lady Jane, my first son’s wife.”

You bow your head and your mother does the same, taking the lead as you remain silent, “Lady Jane, a delight to… meet you. Oh, my apologies,” your mother fans herself more rapidly, “your eyes, they have the same shape as my dear Edith’s.”

“Edith?” Jane utters and looks at Frigga. The grand duchess leans over to whisper gently. “Oh, my condolences, Lady Thea, oh and such timing as this?” She turns to you, “a betrothal is supposed to be a joyous affair, I cannot bear to think how you are doing.”

You don’t know what to say, as often you find yourself lacking. Your lips tremble but you do your best to keep your composure.

“I will miss my sista vewy much,” you try to speak slow and clear, but it just sounds clumsy, “I didn’t know…” you see the flicker in her eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the judgment casting a shadow over her, “I didn’t know you and yaw husband would attend.”

Jane’s lips part and her brows rise as she looks at her mother-in-law. Frigga tries not to acknowledge the almost taunting expression. You can’t. You feel it throttling you. Just be quiet.

“How fetching,” Thor intones, surprising you as he comes to stand behind his mother and wife, chewing a biscuit he snatched from the tray.

“Fetching?” Jane scoffs.

“The way she speaks, yes? I think it is… interesting.”

“That hardly matters,” Frigga insists, “it is what one says, not how they say it.”

You clamp your lips together. You want to crumple to the floor and sob. You don’t want to be stood here like some jester to entertain these people. You want to go home and see your sister’s casket. You want to be near her, even if she’s not really there.

Again, you find Loki’s distasteful glare. His throat bobs and his lips thin even further.

“Yes, yes, let us sit and eat. My staff has worked the morning to prepare us a fine lunch,” he chides, “I’d hate to see it wasted.”

🔹

You stare at your untouched plate of cold meats and cheese. You’re not very hungry. Perhaps it is grief, or more likely it is shame. You want to shrink down to a morsel of dust and disappear.

There is an odd sort of skill acquired by those who are quiet. Observation. The ability to see so much, to take in every gesture, every twitch, every look with meaning. And you do not miss those errant gazes in your direction. Some with anticipation, others with dread, each waiting for you to say another twisted syllable.

Your mother fills the silence you refuse to break. She regales the table with the story of how she met your father on the promenade, how he trod on her skirts, and she hit him with her reticule. A tale you’ve heard anon.

She hiccups suddenly and cups her hand over her mouth. You turn to look at her as her wrinkles deepen and her gulps become sobs. She shakes her hand and waves her other. Doreen appears at her shoulder.

“My lady,” the servant says.

“Oh, Lady Thea,” Frigga dismisses the maid with a subtle flick of her fingers, “let us get you some air. It is such a lovely day, and I believe we do have some matters to attend to.” She helps your mother to her feet, hanging on to her elbow, “Lord Odin, you will accompany, in case she faints.”

Odin grunts. He hasn’t said much of anything. He seems more enamoured of this plate. As he stands, he stuffs a roll of sliced ham into his mouth. Chairs scrape as you stand to see them off. Doreen follows the older trio through the archway as they set off.

You resume your seat and watch the tablecloth. Your mother was of little assistance while present but without her, you are defenseless. Loki sips from his tea as Jane spears a slice of pear with her fork and Thor cracks a hard-boiled egg in his hand.

“So, I’ve not seen you before. You haven’t debuted?” Jane asks.

Your eyes flit up to hers. You almost don’t believe she’s talking to her. You’d been praying they’d forget you were there.

“My sista was ill and she is older so I was waiting until she went fast.”

“Fast? Went fast?” Jane repeats as she pretends to think, “went fast where?”

Loki sighs and sets his cup on the saucer with a harsh clink, “first. She meant first.”

“Oh, my, apologies, I’m afraid I have a bit of trouble understanding you. I don’t think I’ve heard any sort of affectation,” he smiles falls to something more sinister, “it is rather… garish.”

“Jane,” Thor says through a mouthful of egg, stopping himself to swallow, “she speaks clearly enough.”

“I’ve heard of physicians who can tend to that. They can teach you how to pronounce your words properly. Through repetition.” She enunciates each word, making sure to move her lips deliberately.

You fight a grimace. You swallow and look at your plate. It isn't the first time someone's made those comments, she will doubtful be the last. Just like those boys who used to call you 'widiculous' or 'wavishing'.

“Please, this doesn’t need to be a whole point of conversation,” Loki reproaches.

“I am only offering advice.”

“You are the one who spoke to her. None of us wanted to hear her.”

“Loki,” Thor says appalled, “she is to be your wife.”

“I was supposed to marry her sister. The normal one. The dead one.”

You flinch and let your shoulders slump. You bring your hands up and cover the brooch on your dress, as if holding Edith tight. Your lip pokes out as you fight a tide of grief that threatens to erupt.

“Aw, look, she is going to cry,” Jane taunts.

“Jane,” Thor’s voice hardens, “no more.”

Jane snaps her lips shut and rolls her beautiful hazel eyes. She pops the slice of sugared pear into her mouth behind her cruel smirk. Loki sneers at his fork as he twirls it in his hand. Thor gives you a glum look but it lands like a slap. He cannot relate to you, he can only pity you, and that is worse than contempt.

“If you are cuwious, Lady Jane, I have been to many physicians. They cannot help me,” you shrug, “just like they could not help my sista.”

Thor clucks and lets out a breath through his nostrils. Jane doesn’t falter, smiling as she chews, and Loki pushes himself to his feet. His chair threatens to topple as he swivels on his heel.

“I would see to our parents, make certain they are well and that this… contract is still in effect,” he takes rigid steps along the table, “I should hate to squander any more time in uncertainty.”

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MAKING PACT

A/N: Well, for some reason Tumblr doesn't have many works with demon!MC, so I decided to try to write my own, I hope you like it :3

- No.

- MC, please think again. I assure you, this pact will benefit both of us! - that annoying sorcerer won't leave you alone.

He's been trying to get you to make a pact with him for quite some time. You don't want that. Which, in fact, led to your current situation. You're desperately trying to get away from the sorcerer somewhere far away, and he's still following you.

- I said no. Look for some other demon to make a pact with them.

It seems suspicious to you that such a powerful sorcerer is persistently trying to make a pact with you. You don't have such a high rank and you barely match the level of the fallen brothers, so why would he do that?

Solomon already has 72 demons under his control, so what would change if you joined this list? If he wants a pact with you just because you're closely related to the seven brothers, then he won't get it.

- MC, listen, I don't just want to make a pact with you. I see great potential in you! If we combine our knowledge and abilities, we can achieve a lot! Besides, we will certainly be able to learn something new from each other! - he was hoping to convince you with that sweet talk and friendly smile.

Oh, Diavolo, this man is really testing your patience.

That's it, you've had enough.

You stop abruptly and turn to face him. "Listen, I'm flattered by your desire to make a pact with me, but I doubt we'll be able to learn anything from each other. Besides, you overestimate me. I'm not that strong, and I don't want to be overshadowed by a human."

Now that he finally had your attention, he took your hand in his and gently ran his thumb over your knuckles.

- You're being too hard on yourself. You have your strengths, and I have my weaknesses. If you're still not sure, then how about showing off our skills to each other?

You wanted to object, but first you decided to weigh the pros and cons. In the end, you decided that a show of force wouldn't hurt and would perfectly show who you'd be connected to if you did decide to make a pact.

- Okay, I'm interested. But after this show, my decision will be final. Either we make a pact or not, it's up to me. Is that clear? - you took your hands out of his hands.

Solomon nods his head. He understands your conditions perfectly and will be ready to fulfill them, even if everything turns out not in his favor.

- Great! Now it remains to decide exactly where we would like to do this.

Both of you turned your heads at the same time towards the old dark forest not far from you. There is almost no one there, except for some rarely passing animals, plus it is far from the busy city.

Just perfect.

- Huh, I think great minds think the same way, - you laugh and start moving towards the forest first.

Solomon didn't mind that you were leading him. It didn't take you long to get to the middle of the forest, where you are surrounded only by earth, rocks and some sticks. You are accompanied by a light cool wind that makes the hairs on your skin stand on end, because you were not wearing enough warm clothes.

He noticed that you were shaking a little, so he immediately took his coat and draped it over your shoulders.

- Are you cold? - he was smiling as he put his coat on your shoulders. "I wouldn't want you to freeze. You still need to demonstrate your abilities, MC."

You fell into a stupor for a while. You didn't expect such gentlemanly behavior, especially from him.

- What about you? You people are more fragile. A little breeze won't kill me. Take care of yourself, wizard - you tried to give him back his coat.

The last thing you need is for him to poke you in the face what a sissy you are for the rest of the day.

The sorcerer, also stubborn, forced you to keep his coat with you. "I want you to know that I'm not like other people. Besides, the turtleneck suits me fine," he fiddled with the fabric around his neck.

Well, if he insists, then who are you to refuse?

Now that you have reached the perfect location, you have a large empty space at your disposal.

You turned your head towards him and tilted it slightly. "So, are you starting or am I?" you're flexing your fingers in preparation for the demonstration.

Solomon laughed and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. "Come on, please, demons go ahead."

- Wow, look at the gentleman, - you smirked.

At first, you stretched your hand out and felt the breeze passing through your fingers. You put your middle finger and thumb together and started concentrating. Magic began to crackle in the air. When a ball of magical energy formed in your hand, you turned all your attention to one object.

You looked at a large boulder and sharply reduced the sphere, after which you sent this small ball to the boulder. In just a second, a rather powerful explosion occurred. Strong air currents formed, as well as debris of different sizes, which began to fly in different directions. Some even flew in your direction.

- MC! - Solomon grabbed your arm and tried to pull you away, but you didn't even move.

You looked at the wreckage and clenched your hand into a fist. The stones stopped abruptly in the air and began to fall to the ground under the influence of gravity, forming small craters.

Since the danger has passed, the sorcerer has released your hand. He breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at you worriedly. "You could have been hurt, you know? It's good that you have a great reaction."

- I know my abilities and I wouldn't do this if I wasn't sure of my own safety. But it's nice that you're worried about me when you should be thinking about yourself.

He chuckled as it was his turn to show his strength. He will prove that he is worthy to make a pact with you.

- Let's see if you'll keep thinking I'm weak. Oh, and by the way, you're not getting seasick in the air, are you? - he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

- No. Why-

You didn't have time to finish and understand what was going on, because you suddenly flew into the sky. The only thing that could soften your fall is the edges of the trees.

Solomon was next to you in a second, but he was much better at floating in the air than you were. Watching you awkwardly hanging in the air, he covered his mouth, trying to hide a chuckle. - Well? Are you having fun?

You stared at him, kicking your legs in the air. "What do you think? You just shot me like a projectile from a catapult! And without any warning!"

- You'll get used to it soon, but for now let me help you, - he flew up to you and took your hands. He began to guide you, and now your flight has stopped being so erratic.

It took your breath away to realize that you were so high above the ground. "You don't send everyone you meet flying, do you? Because it's a great way to make enemies."

- Don't worry, I'm not that reckless, - he smiled and gently lowered you both down. "I only do this with those who are really interesting to me and with whom I want to become closer."

You fell silent, feeling his gaze on you. "Solomon, - you haven't called him that for quite a while, - if you want to make a pact with me just because I know my brothers well, then you don't have to continue. I don't like being used."

He seemed to be taken aback by this response. "Is that why you've been rejecting the pact all this time?"

-... Well.. Why else would you sign a contract with me?..

Solomon gently took your hand. "MC.. Pacts are not something you will make with someone for no reason. What I want from you means more to me than strength or power."

Your feet finally touched the ground, and you were speechless after such a subtle confession. You can't even look at him.

- It looks like I'm making things too complicated, - he noticed your stunned state. "According to our agreement, I will accept any decision you make. Pact or not," he lowered his head and looked away, preparing to face rejection.

Before he left, you grabbed his arm and stopped him.

- The pact. I want to make a pact with you.

[cowgurrrl]

Love you writing - so I have a request please! Joel taking the twins and Sammy trick or treating. Him just trying to wrangle 3 wild nuggets. I image the girls in this scenario being like 4/5. I also love the ideas of the girls being little weirdos and just picking odd costumes like the Nun or Michael Myers. They have of course never watched either movie.

I love this!! I changed it around a little but this idea made me giggle. Thank you for the request and the sweet words 🥺❤️

I’m Just Ken

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: A Halloween fashion show with the Millers [~700]

Warnings: horror movie characters, delusion, a surprise at the end

“What is my daughter wearing?” You ask unceremoniously as you walk into the bedroom. Joel is sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots off, and he chuckles at your question like he’s been waiting for it all day. 

“Your daughter picked out her own costume at Spirit Halloween and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He says. The insinuation that it was your stubbornness that passed to Violet and put you in this situation is not missed.  

“So you let our four-year-old buy a Michael Myers mask and jumpsuit as her Halloween costume?” 

“You didn’t even see what the other one picked out.” He laughs, and you scrub a hand down your face. 

“Joel…” you sigh as you walk back down the hallway to ask Sophia to show you what she picked out for Halloween. Sure enough, she comes up with a black robe and a Scream mask. 

“Me and Vi are gonna match!” She exclaims from behind the white, permanently screaming mask. You take a deep breath before crouching down to her level. 

“Baby, do you know what this mask is from?”

“No, but look!” She smiles as she pushes a button, and fake blood spills down from the top. “Cool, right?” Her excitement is heartbreaking, and you don’t dare to tell her no. 

“Very cool, honey,” you say. “There weren’t any other costumes you saw there that you liked?” 

“No, I like this one the best, and I get to match with sissy.” Almost as if on cue, a tiny Michael Meyers walks into the room, giggling like there’s no tomorrow. Normally, this would be any parent’s nightmare, but you can’t stop yourself from giggling right alongside them. 

“Alright, c’mere, you little freaks.” You say as you wrap the girls up in a big hug, smooshing their masks in the process. The girls snuggle into you before chasing each other around in the weirdest, cutest horror movie crossover you’ve ever seen.

“Mommy, you didn’t even say anything about my costume!” A voice whines from the doorway, and you look up to see Sam in a Mario costume, mustache and all. The snort leaves you before you can stop it. It’s insane how much he looks like Joel with the Mario stache on. Thank God Sammy isn’t fazed by your laughter and runs over to hug you, too.

“You look so handsome, bud!” You kiss his cheek. “You didn’t want a scary costume like your sisters?”

“No, those are way too scary for me!” He shakes his head like he’s proving his point, and you laugh again. 

“Did Daddy get a costume, too, or just you guys?”

“Daddy did get a costume.” Joel’s voice is the next one in the doorway, and when you look up, you cover your mouth with your hands and do your best to hide your laughing. There before you is your life partner of a little over a decade dressed as Mojo Dojo Casa House Ken, complete with the minx and everything. The kids all laugh and run over to Joel, climbing him like a tree, which he takes in stride. You knew Joel loved the Barbie movie— he loves anything you’re in— but this is a new feat. 

“No way they were selling that at Spirit.” You say as he tickles the little Mario and Ghostface. 

“They weren’t. I texted Greta bout a month or two ago and asked her if I could borrow it.” 

“You just texted one of the most successful female directors of our time and the woman who has signed my paychecks to ask if you could borrow a costume from a billion-dollar film?” 

“She thought it’d be funny.” 

“Mommy, are you gonna be Barbie again?” Violet asks excitedly, and you laugh.

“I guess so.”

“Sublime!” Joel yells. Halloween isn’t for another couple of days, but you wouldn’t be able to tell with all the screaming costume-clad children running around the playroom. They’re obviously excited, but once Daisy comes into the room wearing bumble bee wings, it’s over. The kids and Daisy run down the hallway, trying to “catch the Daisy Bee” and leave you and Ken alone. 

“You are absolutely ridiculous.” You say, but you’re smiling a little too big for it to be believable. 

“There are worse things.” He says as he leans down to kiss you, but you put a hand on his lips before he can.

“I love you, but I’m not kissing you while you’re dressed like my coworker.” 

“I’ll change.”

“Good idea,” you smile as he turns to leave, but you grab his hand before he can get far. “But if you happened to skip putting a shirt back on, that’d be cool, too.” 

“Whatever you say, Barbie.” 

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Jet transcripts

These are for my TCM family OC. They will make a little more sense when his backstory comes out :3

Feeding Grandpa;

“He told me ta wake ya up…so wake up now!”

“Thank you…For keeping her alive.”

“I’d rather you stayed asleep…”

Victim found (hiding spot)

“I’m gon’ pretend i ain’t see ya..” (whispering)

“Hand’s told me you’d be ‘ere!”

“This spot ain’t gon’ cut it, they’ll find ya in no time..”

“You should run..” (laughs) (when hands is around)

“You should run..” (whispers) (when hands is not)

Victim hit;

“Look, a really ain’t wanna hurt ya!...But he comes first..”

“You poor thing, here let me help.”

“Trust me, you don’t want them gettin’ a hold of ya.”

“A can make it quick! Over a’fore ya know it!”

“Forgive me..”

Blood trail;

“You should put pressure on that!”

“He ain’t gon’ be happy with ya bleedin’ all over the place!”

“It’s better if i find ya, trust me!”

“Can’t help ya if ya run..”

Match start;

“Ya should’a stayed away..”

“A can only help ya so much..”

“Sorry, but I have to help him.”

Victim seen escaping;

“Don’t know if am happy or sad ya made it..”

“Shit! How am a supposed to explain this to him?”

“Lucky bastards..”

Idle;

“Shit! Get it together Jet, he’s relying on ya…”

“Surprised they ain’t killed me yet..”

“What do I do?…Shit what do I do?”

“Hurry up an’ decide! They’re waitin’ on ya!”

Victim seen;

“A told ya to leave!”

“Get outta ‘ere! Go!”

“Should’a left when a told ya to…now ya have to die”

“Ain’t no point in runnin’ now..”

Ability denied;

“familys too close..”

”No trap in sight..”

“Not that one” (hands’ trap)

Close encounter;

“Cmon! Fight back!..please..”

“Hands ain’t gon’ be happy if ya win..”

Close win;

“A had to!..ya wouldn’t get it..”

“mmm, see am not all that weak.” (hums)

Close loss;

“Damnit! Am tryna help ya ‘ere!” (Yells)

“Rather me than anyone else..”

Execution;

“A tried to help..ya just didn’t want it.”

“A warned ya! Ya just gotta learn to listen!” (Laughs)

“i didn’t want this..”

“I hope ya can forgive me..”

Cook/Drayton seen

“Get off my ass! Yer padlocks were shit anyway!”

“I ain’t touch yer shit, calm down.”

“Listen old man, I don’t care if ya ain’t like me. I ain’t like you either.”

Nubbins/hitchhiker seen

“Those traps a‘yers..pssh..Let me show ya how to make a real en.”

“Hey! Ya complainin’ but if it weren’t far me ya wouldn’t have found em so easily!”

“Not my fault they’re so easy to break!”

Johnny seen

“Thank you for not killin’ ’er, a owe ya one.”

“Ya’no, hands really likes ya! Guess that means I should too…”

“Don’t tell him…I know you want to help them too..”

Sissy seen

“That poison a’yers stings like shit. Keep it out of my face..”

“Don’t get why ya hate me so much..not like a can unpoison yer poison..”

“Got a real mouth on ya..But ya don’t scare me, not anymore.”

Hands seen

“I look stupid..ya know I don’t like my hair up..”

“I know I know! Don’t let them escape..I won’t.”

“Maybe I could sleep on the bed tonight?…Instead of the floor..”

“I won’t touch their traps, promise.”

“I get I mess with their stuff, but it’s no reason to try kill me!”

Nancy seen

“You should be in a care home, along with the old bastard!”

“A wouldn’t call em traps, ain’t catchin’ shit.” (Laughs)

“A don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for what you did..”

Bubba seen

“Quit with yer noises, already had to learn hands’!”

“A just know yer dyin’ to get yer grubby fingers on my face..Am I right?”

“Stop wavin’ ya shit ‘round like a lunatic…Is nobody in this house normal?”

Maria seen

“Maria I’m so fuckin’ sorry, I didn’t mean far this.”

“Maria! It’s so good to see ya face..are ya hurt?..”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me…I’ll be outta ‘ere real soon..”

“Mar! What are you doin’ ‘ere? You need to leave, I’ll help..”

“Yer injured…I’m so sorry.”

[twsted-idiot]

Rae Transcript :3!!!

(Ft him being a faggot for Johnny) (his ability is Mimic. He can mimic voices of victims (current or past) to lure others towards him, or one of the other family members. Although the ability itself does no damage)

Feeding Grandpa

-“Everyone else says it was a hell of a lot easier with you up ‘nd able so..”

-“We don’t got all day, eat up.” -“Eat up so we can catch these assholes.” -(sigh) “we’re gettin it under control”

-“It’d be a whole lot easier if you could actually fuckin help.”

Victim Found (in hiding spot)

-“What’re you hidin’ for?”

-“It’s kinda rude to go around peoples property ‘n hide from em y’know.”

-“Get yer ass out here”

-“Picked a shit hidin’ spot, sugar.”

-“Found ya” (laughs)

-“Y’all should really find better hidin’ spots”

Victim Hit

-“Quit runnin’, you ain’t gon’ make it much further”

-“Awh, that hurt?” (Laughs)

-“Hold still! I’ll get it over quick, promise.”

-“All that screamin’ ain’t gonna save you.”

-“Why don’t you just give up?”

Blood Trail

-“You left a trail, y’know…”

-“Yer makin’ this awfully easy to find you”

-“Les’ got to clean this up.”

-“Aw, don’t bleed out everywhere. It ain’t no fun if you die before I get to ya”

Match Start

-“Y’all’s heads are gonna be rollin’ soon enough..”

-“Didn’t know we had visitors.”

-“Don’t worry, I’ll put y’all to good use.”

Victim seen escaping

-“Shit..they won’t believe em…”

-“Ain’t worth chasin’ em down, probably won’t make it far anyway.”

-(annoyed groan)

-“Goddamnit. The others really gotta start helpin, I can’t stop all of em on my own.”

-“Slick bastards…”

Idle

-"That girl wasn't even pretty, I dunno why the hell Johnny liked her so much...glad he fuckin' killed her"

-"The hells this draggin' on for?"

-"Doin' everything round here I swear.."

-"Awfully rude to keep hidin' from me y'know.."

Victim Seen

-"Come back here, sugar"

-"Where the hell you think yer goin'?"

-"It don't have to be this way y'know..."

-"I'll take it easy on ya."

-"Honestly, all this runnin' around is kinda pathetic."

Ability Denied

-"Ain't none of em nearby.."

-"None of em can hear me from here."

-"Nah, won't work here."

-"I should wait until they get closer..."

Close encounter

-"Oh? This ain't gonna end well for you."

-"Go on, hit me."

-"That's it! Fight back! It ain't no fun if y'all just let us kill you."

Execution

-"This woulda been easier if y'all just quit runnin'"

-"See? There was no damn point in allat."

-"Don't worry, I'll make sure to put ya to good use."

Drayton/The Cook seen

-"Quit hollerin' at me old man."

-"It'd be a hell of a lot easier for you to hear em if you'd shut the fuck up."

-"Watch it, I'll rip yer fuckin' tongue out myself."

-"Put those damn locks to use"

-"I'd rather be dead than actually be related to you, so quit talkin' like it actually matters that I ain't."

Nubbins/Hitchhiker Seen

-"Keep that damn roadkill away from me."

-"Hurry up 'n place them traps, they ain't doin no good if you don't."

-"You sure as hell ain't the best...don't care what that prehistoric ass says."

-"If you gonna talk about me, speak up. Yer mutterin' is annoying."

-"How the hell you make them traps of yers anyway?"

Johnny seen

-"Don't worry Hun, we'll catch em."

-(whistles)

-"You find any of em yet?"

-"I'll help you catch em if you want.."

-"I ain't lookin'.."

-"Yer old lady's gettin' on my nerves y'know."

-"Let me know if you need any help Hun"

-"You should quit bringin' them city girls around."

Sissy seen

-"Keep that poison shit away from me, I'll rip yer fuckin' head off if you get it on me."

-"Awfully convenient for you to show up now."

-"I ain't goin in yer stupid fuckin garden."

-"Quit singin' those stupid hippie songs all the time, it's annoying."

-"Don't you dare bring back one of them weirdos with you."

Nancy Seen

-"We're gonna catch em, quit hollerin' at me."

-"Just don't place them traps in my way.."

-"Where the hell you get all that barbed wire anyway?"

-"That's an awfully nasty scar..." (Chuckles)

-"What? Need help or somethin'?"

-"You can quit lookin' at me like I did somethin' wrong..christ."

Bubba Seen

-"Goddamn big boy, yer puttin' that saw to work."

-"Just watch where yer swingin' that thing..."

-"Don't listen to them, they're a bunch of assholes. They're just jealous."

-"Don't worry, I'll help you catch em'"

-"I'll drag one of em to ya so you can gut em, yeah?"

Cook(seeing Rae)

-"Yer makin a damn fool of yerself!"

-"You ain't even a part of this family, quit yer yapping."

-"This is Johnny's fault y'know."

-"You 'n Johnny better quit bringin' back those damn girls."

Hitchhiker(Seeing Rae)

-"Y-you ain't even actually a part of this family.." (snicker)

-"Lookit what I found!"

-"I'm p-placin' my traps, what're you doin'?"

-"You still can't handle eatin' flesh?"

-"Quit h-hollerin' at me."

-"You better watch out! Bubba might give you another one of them scars."

Johnny (seeing Rae)

-"You know all the good hidin' spots, don't ya?" (Chuckle)

-"Quit starin' now ain't the damn time."

-"You didn't seem too fond of that girl..there somethin' you wanna tell me?"

-"C'mon now, lure them out already!"

-"Put that voice of yers to work, yeah?"

Sissy(Seeing Rae)

-"Stay outta my way and you won't get any poison on you."

-"I'd stick around more if yall weren't such assholes..."

-"You still ain't seen the light yet, that's your problem!"

-"Stay out of my garden."

-"Don't start bringin' back those girls like Johnny.. we're in this mess cause of him."

Nancy(seeing Rae)

-"Quit ooglin' Johnny, you ain't slick."

-"Hurry up 'n lure em out!"

-"Why you always out in Johnny's shack for?"

-"Focus! Don't let em get away."

-"It ain't that hard to not get tangled in my traps.."

[bomikalover]

heyy shyy!!!!!

i’m bored so imma ask rank ur top 5 df ships!!

OH YOU WANT ME TO DIEEEE DONT YOU

(Jk love you girlie 🫶🏾)

1: BOMIKA

OBVIOUSLY, WE ALL SAW THIS COMING. I’m a sucker for a good opposites attract but not too opposite?! If you know what I mean. Like Bose is a golden retriever dimwit who’s artistic and all about rule bending while Mika is a black cat brainiac who’s logical and all about rule-following. But they still are a match made in heaven because of their similar moral ground. Like Bomika are opposites but are aren’t polar opposites (like Bapa) The nicknames, the color coordination, the jealousy, all the tropes they fit, the height difference, the comfortability, and overall THE FACT THAT THEY WERE STRANGERS TO LOVERS. We literally saw their relationship go from strangers to friends to best friends to crushes to a couple! If S3 would have been a full season we would have seen canon Bomika!! They are a match made in heaven and the only confirmed canon ship of the show, I mean I will always be Bomikalover for a reason.

2: CHILES

Now I will say I titter on the line about whether I ship them as romantic or platonic but I think I finally have chosen my shipping route. I chose platonic Chiles-NOW HEAR ME OUT! Ever since I saw Chapa and Ruby then Miles and Buddy, my whole perspective changed. Chiles definitely gives best friends, like bail out of jail type of friends. Like I just know Chapa and Miles have to be super close hanging around Bomika all the time. Since Bomika have Bomika Sunday and seemed to be comfortable hanging without Chiles, Chiles had to learn to do the same. They just seem so happy being friends and I genuinely think that them not being together is the best option.

3:MACKERS

Now Buddy and Miles became a new ship of mine ever since I saw them in Big Dynomite. At first I thought they were cute friends then in Bose’s Bday I saw them as something more. That episode was literally Miles choosing between Buddy and Sissy. And he chose Buddy. Plus in SwellMelonFest, Buddy had an arranged date with a girl and showed no interest at all. He showed disgust more than anything. The HeadCanon that Buddy is gay is just canon atp. They both have similar personalities and seem to be comfortable with each other as well. But Miles to me felt the closest to Buddy out of the four kids. Bose had one sided beef cause Buddy actually has a dad who wants to spend time with him. Chapa is most likely still warming up to him but I think she’s second closest after Miles. Mika just seems to be treating him likes she treats all her friends but it’s Mika so what do you expect. Miles and Buddy would have been such a cute dynamic to see more off and it’s sad to say we won’t anymore.

4:CHAMIKA

Honestly I see this as romantic or platonic. I switch back and forth on the daily. Like I see them as besties but at the same time I wouldn’t be surprised if Chapa was the reason Mika found out she was Bisexual. Like they make sense dynamics wise.

Rule breaker x Rule follower

Black Swan x White Swan

And many more. But I ship Bomika so hard, that I struggle to see Mika’s romantic dynamic with anyone else but that’s a me problem lol.

But Chamika is a great ship, and I support it 100%

5: BAPA

I KNOW. I KNOW. ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!

I DO NOT SHIP BAPA ROMANTICALLY.

Never have, never will.

It’s just not for me.

I can go on and on about why I don’t but I won’t out of respect for the Bapa shippers (who are actually educated and decent human beings) that do ship it.

But I adore the O’Brien De Silva twin dynamic. Like Bose and Chapa are so twins separated at birth core. Like 2 halves of the same person. They out twin the actual twins in the show. Like if I’m being honest it would have made more sense to have 2 sets of siblings than a pair of twins and 2 other kids. Or even better make Bapa step-siblings! Then their love-hate relationship makes a lot more sense. Like Chapa punched Bose in the face, pushed him in front of missiles, zapped him whenever she felt like it, dragged him around like a child, and told him that his dad wasn’t coming back. Plus many other things. Like that’s an older step-sister hating on her little bro right there.

BUT THATS MY TOP FIVE 🫶🏾

I didn't include Ruby & Chapa cuz I didn't feel fair since they only share one episode together unfortunately 😔

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Imagines Edition: Numb

request: “Can I get a blurb about sissy (y/n) smoking and coming home high and Quinn just asks why and y/n is like “I just wanted to numb the pain””

warnings: underage smoking, driving while high (implied, not explicitly said), cursing, crying, parental trauma

word count: 1.6k

General Series Masterlist

a/n i’m writing this high and major projecting so i made it a whole fic instead of a blurb :) i also cried writing sooo enjoy suffering <3

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Smoking wasn’t all you and Cole did, but he was one of the only people you’d always be down to smoke with. He matched your high perfectly, no matter the mood. If you were chill, he was chill. If you were giggly, he would make sure you never stopped laughing.

Tonight was an exception. Tonight you were laying back in the passenger seat of his car, passing the blunt back and forth, with soft country music playing in the background. Tonight, you were trying to forget.

“I know you don’t want to right now, but you do know that you can talk to me, right?” Cole asked as he accepted the blunt from you.

“I know,” you whispered.

“And you know I can’t let you always smoke to drown out your thoughts, right?”

“I do. Are we done?”

Cole sighed, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll stop. Jack did say he has a surprise for you at home, though. So as soon as this is out I need to take you back to my dorm to change and then home.”

You nodded and waited for the blunt to be passed back to you. You texted Jack that you’ll need to be covered for if Jim and Ellen were still awake.

You weren’t excited for whatever Jack’s surprise was going to be. He knows what tomorrow is. He knows there’s nothing that can help. But you weren’t going to blame him for trying. He always tries for you.

“Does Trevor know?” Cole asked you as you changed in his closet.

“He does,” you answered.

“Does he know how you’re reacting?” Cole urged you to open up.

“I don’t know.”

“Am I going to get anything out of you?”

You just came out and sat down in his desk chair instead of answering. Cole came over to hug you, so you wrapped your arms around his middle and leaned your head against his stomach and allowed him to stroke your hair.

“Let’s get you back to Jack. Maybe he can help more,” Cole said soft.

You stood up, but did not detach yourself from Cole’s side. Cole hugged you tight for a moment before separating so that he could drive you home.

“Drive slow,” you told him.

“I know, Y/N/N,” Cole said.

Jack was sitting on the front porch waiting for you when you arrived. He stood up when you opened the door and met you and Cole in the grass next to his car.

“You got her?” Cole asked Jack.

“I got her,” Jack nodded. “See you later, Cole. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Cole smiled. You all bid your I love you’s and goodbyes and then Cole got back in his car to drive away.

“I got something for you,” Jack said as you walked up the stairs.

“Jacky, thank you, but some item isn’t going to change what tomorrow is,” you said sadly.

Jack paused in front of you before he opened your bedroom door, “Good thing I didn’t get you an item then.”

You weren’t looking up at first when you stepped into your room, but when you did, you saw Quinn sitting on your bed against the headboard with a worried smile on his face. Your guard was immediately dropped and tears started to slowly fall at the sight of him. You sped over to him and collapsed into his arms. He wrapped you up in his lap and hugged you tight as he tucked your face into his collarbone.

“Why’d you do this, Sissy?” Quinn whispered.

“I don’t wanna feel anything,” you croaked. “I just wanna be numb.”

If you weren’t high, you’d be sobbing your eyes out. But your mission was to get so high that you’d forget how awful tomorrow is going to be. Quinn moved you down so that your head was on his thigh. He took his hand and placed his fingers between your eyebrows, and then spread out his fingers so that his thumb and pinky were lighting carding through your eyebrows, while the other trailed up and continued to lightly massage your forehead to add to your sense of calm.

“No you don’t,” Quinn said. “You don’t want to feel that again.”

You stayed silent for a moment. Quinn was grounding you, and the reasoning as to why you got high out of your mind with Cole tonight were resurfacing.

“Why didn’t they want me?” you squeaked out through the recent tears.

You sat back up to cling onto your best friend. You tucked your head back into the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around it. Quinn’s arms slipped around your middle to cradle your head one hand.

“I don’t know,” Quinn whispered. “But I do know that the world is saving as many people to love you as possible to make up for the love your parents didn’t give you. You’ve already had me, and Rowdy, Moose, Mom, and Dad loving you. And now, you’ve got Trevor, Cole, and Alex. You’ll have been living with us for a year tomorrow. You don’t deserve what they put your through, but you do deserve what we’ve given you. A home. A loving home. One that wouldn’t be complete without you.”

You didn’t say anything to that; you couldn’t even if you tried. You were violently sobbing into him. Quinn just rubbed you back and occasionally placed a kiss to the top of your head as you cried.

You felt the bed dip on both sides and looked up to discover that Jack and Luke had come into the room. Jack got on the other side of you, and Luke got on the other side of Quinn. Jack laid down on the pillow next to you and cuddled up close, placing a hand on your back. Luke did the same on the other side and started to run his fingers through your hair.

You cried even harder at this. The fact that they cared so much about you, when your blood family never did, it fills you with such raw emotions that you don’t know what else to do with.

You loved how much all three of them cared, but you were grateful when Quinn had them remove their hands so only he was touching you. It was becoming a little too much for you.

When your sobs died down, you heard Quinn ask, “Is it ready?”

You didn’t hear if Jack or Luke made an answer, but suddenly everyone was getting up.

“I’m not done!” you cried out.

“Sissy, I’m not leaving you, I promise,” Quinn cooed. I sent them to set up something downstairs for all of us and they finished. So come on, I’m not carrying you down the stairs.”

“Pansy,” you muttered. Quinn laughed and tossed an arm around your shoulder, “There’s my girl.”

You and Quinn followed behind his two younger brothers to the living room to see what they set up. When you turned the corner from the staircase wall to see, a giant fort had been made in the middle of the living room.

“It’s just like when we were kids,” you said in awe. “Who’s idea was this?”

“We all—“

“It was all Quinn,” Jack cut his big brother off. “Don’t be modest.”

Quinn nudged you, “That’s your queue to bully him.”

“I didn’t even know you knew that word,” you said with a soft smile with your arms still glued to Quinn’s waist. Jack sent you two a glare in response.

Quinn urged you all to go into the fort to “see what the two bozos managed to do” to which you replied, “Who the fuck says bozo anymore?”

Turns out, the bozos did amazing. Inside were endless amounts of pillows and blankets, chocolate, popcorn, and other various candies, and Jack’s unreasonably large laptop to watch a movie on.

“The Hunger Games is already pulled up,” Luke said smiling. “But we can change it to Catching Fire, if you want.”

“No, no this is perfect,” you said quietly as you admired your brothers’ work. “It’s perfect.”

You all crawled into the fort. It was much bigger than it was when you were kids, for obvious reasons. Jack and Luke went all out for it. There were small lamps in the corners for light, and somehow Jack had stolen your favorite blanket from your room without you noticing.

“You deserve this,” Quinn whispered to you. “You don’t need them. But we need you, and hopefully that’s enough.”

You put your head on his shoulder as Like pressed play on the movie and Jack made sure everyone had a blanket before two of them settled on either side of you and Quinn.

“It’s more than enough. Thank you guys, truly,” you told them.

“You know we’d do anything for you, Sissy,” Jack said. “We love you.”

“We really do,” Luke added.

“You’re always gonna be my world,” Quinn said. “And I love you so much, I skipped a quiz to be here. Just don’t tell mom that.”

“If it wasn’t for Sissy, I would,” Jack stated.

“Good thing it’s for Sissy then,” Quinn said.

“Guys, thank you, and I love you all with my whole butt because it’s bigger than my heart, but Katniss is on the screen right now and I can’t hear,” you cut them all off.

“There’s my girl,” Quinn laughed.

You uncharacteristically fell asleep halfway through the movie. You weren’t even sure who you were cuddling with at this point being caught between Jack and Quinn. But they were there, and so was Luke, and that’s all you really needed.