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[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

I'm trying to write smut for the first time for a fanfic of mine, 'OUT OF TIME'. But, tell why I am so fucking embarrassed and cringing at it! Like it doesn't sound sexy or make sense, you know? It feels bland af, lacking emotions and stuff.

( Haha, I know, the big fat virgin tries to write sex and is finding it hard af )

How do you guys do it, write smut that's like good and makes sense? Any tips, tricks, or wanna help by proof reading it? ( please, someone, anyone help meee )

( my two OCs, Tommy, face claim of Jack O'Connell and Roselyn, face claim of Liv Hill, in the top picture. Drawn by the ever so sexy and seriously talented afffff @somnolenthour . Colored in by me cause I'm bored af )

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

365 WAYS TO BREAK UP WITH YOUR VAMPIRIC EX.

AUTHOR NOTE! As to not offend anyone ( mostly cause I feel like the context of Sinners and writing x Reader stuff is kinda a heated topic to touch - no shame to others who do.. ) I will write an OC with the face claim from the films, but you can read it as Remmick x Reader if you want to.. <3 pairing: Vampire! OC ( Thomas 'Tommy' Aberdeen ) x Reader or Remmick x Reader if you want to. prompt : It 's hard to break up with a person, it's even harder when they are a vampire. word count: 1, 000+ words

It was supposed to be easy, the break up. Or so you told yourself. He never seemed like the kind to mope or beg or cry, or fight it. He was mature⎯more than any other asshole you had dated before hand. Surely, he’d be mature about this as well⎯breaking up. It had to happen, there was no more lying to yourself or denying it any longer. You and him weren't a good match anymore. It came down to the simple fact that he was dead and you weren't.

You were more capable of feeling human emotions, of having human desires. That rawness, that spark that made you so different from him. At first, it was what made him adore you. How human you were. How you felt emotions. How you lived. How you interacted with the world around you. How you saw things.  How you were just..you.

But, now, it made the two of you feel so different and apart. Like a bridge had been built only to let it rot away. Immortality had dulled him over the years, made it hard to feel, to connect, to be human. He felt more like a ghost with the face of a man, floating through different places and eras with an unshakable numbness. He couldn’t be him⎯not when there was no him left behind.

It's why you couldn't stay anymore. He was too cold, too dull, too lacking that spark⎯that thing that made him human. He could try to fake emotions, and he would for you⎯you were fucking worth it. But it always tasted bitter. How could you be happy, when you knew in the back of your head that he wasn't really? That it was fake, a lie, a facade for your sake? It's why you needed to break up.

Scowling deeply from your front porch, you wrap your arms over your chest, tugging at the thin robe for some kind of warmth from the cold outside. It was late. God knows what hour⎯though, it didn’t fucking matter really. All that you knew was that it was pitch black out, the only time that Tommy could be out roaming free. Watching him slowly waltz up the gravel driveway like he owned the place, the scowl on your lips grows in size, making you resist the urge to throw a slipper at his head. Before, it had a charm to it. Only cause you were fucking him. 

But, now? Oh, gods of new, old and present, you hated it more than anything. You really fucking hated it⎯and that said a lot. You had the patience of a Saint, or so you had been told by many others. Standing on the bottom step of the front porch, he props his foot up on the step, leaning against it. His eyes glowed in the low light of the front porch light, a mix of reds and oranges, like a raccoon. Only this raccoon ate human flesh and had a nasty habit of rummaging through your pantie draw instead of trash. 

“Darling⎯” He tries, flashing his best charming smile.

“Get the fuck off my land, Tommy.” You grunt, not giving him a chance to try to charm you. 

“Now, darling, that ain’t a kind thing to say to your⎯” He tries again, only making you huff. 

“Get the fuck off my land, Tommy.” You threaten with a glare, “Before I introduce the space between your teeth to my Winchester.” 

“Ooh, kinky.” He chuckles, not taking the threat seriously.

“I ain’t joking. I went to town the other day, you see.” You argue back, “Found some new silver shells, pure silver ones. They cost a pretty penny, but worth it.”

It was a blatant lie. You didn’t have your shotgun, having left it in your room at your bedside. Not to mention, you knew that bullets were like papercuts to him. But, he didn’t need to know that. You wanted him to hesitate, to rethink any of his stupid plans to delay the inevitable break-up. You were going to break up with him, whether he liked it or not. Pouting, crying, glaring, arguing, fucking everything, be damned. This was happening. It was. 

Pointing a stern finger at his face, he gives a big dopey smile back, not at all phased by the anger clear on your face. He looked rather pleased with himself if anything, which was only more annoying. He was supposed to be the mature one out of the two of you, having hundreds of years of wisdom over your head. Narrowing your eyes hard at him, he gives an even bigger smile, flashing his fangs. Oh, you were going to find a way to bring him back to life just to kill him.

“Darling⎯” He tries, laying it on thick with the charms. 

“No.” You argue, cutting him off.

“Sweetheart⎯” His grin tightens, clearly holding back his anger. 

“No.” You shake your head.

“Love of my life⎯”

“Tommy.” You shoot him a glare, "Get off my land."

Rolling his eyes hard and dramatically, he takes one step back, holding his hands up in surrender like you were pointing your gun at him. Staring him down unimpressed, you raise a brow at his odd compliance. Normally, he'd fight back like a cat fighting going to the vet. This was unlike him, very unlike him. Taking another step backwards, he makes a show of retreating back, kicking up dust. Standing on the very edge of the driveway, he tucks his hands into his pants, a silent provoking look on his face. Oh, he was going to play this game? Really. Real fucking mature.

"Off your land." He smirks, shooting a cheeky wink.

"Fine, then stay off my land cause I don’t want you on it for the rest of fucking today." You huff, lips curled into a scowl.

"Then, I'll see you tomorrow." He nods, acting as if you hadn't just broken up with him.

"Tommy⎯" You argue, but he cuts you off.

"I'll bring you flowers." He obnoxiously talks over you, "And some of those fancy little chocolates, the ones with the filling in it. Not the orange flavored ones, those always taste like artificial sugary shit."

"I'm breaking up with you.” You snap back, voice raising in anger. 

He goes silent, mouth shutting tightly. Tensing up at the blank stare he gives, you half expected for him to just snap, lunging for your throat with his fangs. But, he doesn’t. He just stares from where he stands on the edge of the driveway. The soft chirping of crickets filling the blanket of silence. Then, you see it. The slow blink, almost like a frog, as if he just processed everything you had been trying to say for the last few minutes of your bickering. 

Oh, whatever god was out there, give you the strength. Letting out a defeated sigh, you drag a hand down your face, feeling like you were talking to a brick wall. No, that was insulting to brick walls, at least they listened. No, it was like talking to a toddler. They could listen, but actively chose not to because this conversation didn’t benefit them. 

“You’re right, we should break up.” He nods, “And get married instead.” 

“That’s not what I fucking meant⎯” You pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“I’ll get ya’ a ring, a big old diamond, all glittering and everything. Get ya’ any dress that you want. I always take care of my girl, don’t I?" He rambles, clearly not listening to your protests. 

Out of 365 different ways to break up with your vampiric ex, this downright had to be the worst way possible to date. 

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what we think? hate, love, or think that it should be explored more?

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

Ah yes, the curse of liking / being apart of a niche / dead fandom, and the character you like have either :

1. literally 0 fanfics ( R.I.P. Godless, The North Water, The Newsreader, and most of my celebrity crushes filmography ) on wattpad, tumblr or A03

2. have some fanfics out there but they are dead / having not been updated in sadly forever ( 5+ years )

3. they are just a background character in other fanfics for that fandom ( I live off of crumbs, but at what cost?! )

these darlings know what i mean, lol @somnolenthour @zkkaitopia @spikedfearn @scrprints @remmicksgf @scannainscanrula

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NEW OFFICIAL ART FOR, 'OUT OF TIME'.

by the amazing artists ( seriously, your so sexy ) @somnolenthour

Comment below if it you'd like to be tagged in future 'OUT OF TIME' posts. ( Where to read is linked below )

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❝───𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄❞

tagged by @zstartrixxx 💖✨ rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

000. Name ( Fandom ) [ 💖 - love interest ] status plot / summary

001. The Conqueror Reborn ( HOTD fanfic ) ⎯ [ 💖 - Helaena x OC x Aegon ] ⎯ currently wrapping up Act 1. so I can take a break from it until the next Season ⎯ Roselyn Hightower finds herself deeply intertwined with the King and Queen.

002. Out of Time ( IWTV x HOTD AU fanfic ) ⎯ [ 💖 - Helaena x OC x Aegon ] ⎯ currently plotting / rough draft ⎯ Roselyn Tully recounts her long life and death as a vampire, finding the past wasn't what she thought it to be.

003. Blackbird Singin' ( GODLESS fanfic ) ⎯ [ 💖 - Roy Goode x OC ] ⎯ currently plotting / rough draft ⎯ Loretta Blythe waits and waits in a small mining town for the right time to finish the trip to California, when Roy Goode drops dead at her feet delaying the trip.

004. If You Need A Hero ( SUPERMAN fanfic ) ⎯ [ 💖 - OC x Superman ] ⎯ currently plotting ⎯ Lottie nearly kills Superman and tries to spend the rest of her days avoiding the pestering Journalist who wants to know why she did it.

note / warning! most of these will take time before I post, some may not even see the day of light. If they do, I will post on Wattpad and tag the link to my account or make a post so you can find it!

tagging : whoever wants to participate

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

NEW OFFICIAL ART FOR, 'OUT OF TIME'.

by the amazing artists @faunary @stealingpotatoes

Comment below if it you'd like to be tagged in future 'OUT OF TIME' posts. ( Where to read is linked below )

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Saw this on @perfinn reblogs, so I figured I'd do one for my OC ( Roselyn Tully ) in the IWTV x HOTD AU!

tagging some of my friends here for their own OC's ( multi-fandom ) @somnolenthour @sugutoad @lady-ashfade

below is the template below for those who wanna do this for their OC

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

i never get tagged in stuff like this, so i am so happy, lol!

my last song was, 'Take a Chance on Me' by ABBA after watching a amazing IWTV edit with the song in it on tiktok

tagging my hotd besties : @perfinn @sugutoad @wishtherebestars

make yourself in this picrew and list your most recently listened to song!!

@taintandviolent tagged anyone that wants to participate and I love these type of tag games!!

apparently black/extremely dark hair isn't an option 😭

last song I listened to was: Up to My Neck in Offers by $uicideboy$

I'm tagging @vcmpbyt @faestunna @fleurbly @abbessofflesh @kayharrisons @somnolenthour @titaniasfairy @lyssakinzzz @iamyourwayout @snailsfall @vampgothicz @iceemochaa @flixpii @remmicksgf @zkkaitopia @fuckoffbard

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

i am no better than a man..for i would do unspeakable things to these darling men..

( the list isn't even fully complete yet.. )

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

You should use an editor or beta writer for your fic they're pretty badly written and full of mistakes

I was gonna write a big old paragraph, asking for what you don't like / what you think needs the most improvement. But, then it hit me..it's just a fanfic and I do this for my own fun.

If you wanna respond and explain what you think needs to be worked on, go ahead. I am happy to grow / learn.

But, I also want to thank you cause you brought up something that I have talked about on my tumblr. It's stuff like this that kills a lot of writers / fanfics / fandoms.

Don't ever ask me 'why a fandom is dead', or 'why are fanfic writers not writing anymore', when this is the shit authors get sent in their DM's.

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Am I right, my mutuals or am I too soft?

@somnolenthour @perfinn @sugutoad @wishtherebestars

@swordgrace @lovelykhaleesiii @lady-ashfade

@two-white-butterflies @zaldritzosrose

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

NEW OFFICIAL ART FOR, 'THE CONQUEROR REBORN'.

from the amazing @malaquitesgallery @jbtbas @felrija

BONUS SKETCHES!

Comment below if it you'd like to be tagged in future 'THE CONQUEROR REBORN' posts. ( Where to read is linked below )

@sugutoad

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

ATTENTION! TO ALL THE FOLKS WHO LOVED THE 'DANGEROUS WOMAN' SERIES ON WATTPAD, I HAVE A NEW HUNGER GAMES BOOK IN THE WORKS!

Looking forward to the results!

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

AND HE LOVED HER LIKE HE LOVED NO ONE. ( HOTD x READER )

AUTHOR NOTE! missing Hotd and my sexy war criminals Targaryen's during this 2 year gap between seasons / filming <3 pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x Lady Tully! Reader prompt : It pains you to see the aftermath of Rook's Rest on Aegon. word count: 500+ words ( yep, a short one.. )

You were never supposed to meet Aegon Targaryen. You were never meant to be picked as one of Helaena's Lady-in-waiting's. None of this was supposed to happen. Lord Lannister's daughter was supposed to be in your place. She was supposed to be the one tending to Helaena, to be pestered by Aegon, to offer support and kind words to Alicent. Not you. If she hadn't been ill, if she hadn't caught sweating fever. None of this would happen. The war, maybe always would happen. But, everything else wouldn't.

You would not trapped in King's Landing, as a prisoner of war. You would not pity an Upsurger. You would be able to hate them. You would be able to known where to stand in this war, clear and confident. You would not spend every night hating yourself for not being able to look at them and hate them, for finding pity in the roles forced upon them. You would be able to live without feeling a noose tightening around your throat at any slight mistake you made.

You tried to live through it, to endure as you had been taught young y Septa's. But, this was a burden to dark and heavy for you to bear. War. Death. Betrayal. Greed. Lust. It was not meant for you. You were supposed to live a simple life, marry a simple man and die a simple death. Though, the Gods or mayhaps it was just Aegon that would not allow it. He was..strange.

He did not treat you as most would do to a prisoner of war. He was kind, speaking to you as if the war had never happened and you two were still the two people you were before it. It was unnerving. Uncomfortable a little. But, there was almost something nice about it. The structure of living as you normally would, not allowing things to change too much. A tiny part of you wished to keep it that way, but another part of you knew that it would not last.

Staring down at him, you holds back the urge to turn away at the sight of his burns, almost as if this was to be your punishment for enjoying his presence. The skin of his left side of his body had chunks of flesh peeling back to reveal the muscle and bone underneath. Vile thick pockets of tinted green and yellow puss filled the infected wounds. It was as if someone had taken a hot coal and pressed it against his skin until it blistered and charred, then had left him in the sun to bake for days.

Covering your nose with the handkerchief, you shuts your eyes tightly, now able to understand why Alicent always looked ill after leaving his chambers. The pungent stench of singed hair and burnt flesh filled the air, sticking to him like a second skin. The sandalwood and rosemary incense sticks did little to mask the stench. Aegon was a burnt and charred shell of his former self. But, it did not feel as good as you thought it would seeing him in such a state. He was meant to be your enemy. But, you were never strong enough to wish this fate upon someone so willingly.

"I.." You try to find your voice, "I am meant to hate you, to be happy at the state of you, as you are my enemy."

Silence, just pure deafening silence.

"I am your prisoner after all." You ramble, "And, I cannot help but I cannot help but think that this, having to endure living, is a far worse fate for you."

A soft chirping of birds fills the air, a gentle breeze brushing against the curtains, cooling the air within his chambers. It was peaceful. Or at least, it was meant to be. Lowering your eyes down to the brace on his broken leg, you could see the thick stitches, black and crusted with dried blood. The hair on his legs singed from the dragon flames he had endured. You could only imagine what it was like for him in Rook's Rest, battling on dragonback. Was he scared? Confident? Did he know of the risks beforehand?

"I am sorry, Aegon." You whisper, "Sorry for the pain you feel, that you must live instead of having relief."

Painful silence. You wished that he'd croak, wheeze, grunt, moan in pain. Something to keep the words from spilling out more and more.

"I do not why.." You pause, lowering your eyes to the ground. "I do not know why I feel so guilty, I wasn't the cause of this. But, I feel guilt, towards you."

Feeling your gut churn the more the silence fills the room, you blink back the tears that started to brew in your eyes. You hated him, you were supposed to. You hated him for all that he had done and hadn't. But, you did care for him in a pathetic way. His soul was twisted and mangled, full of the worst sins. But, there was good. For just as he was rotten, he was kind to you when he shouldn't have been.

"It's a nice thing, no?" You chuckle bitterly, "For feel so much towards you when we are meant to be enemies. But, I cannot forget the good and kindness you have done towards me."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you gently take his hand into your own, giving it a gentle squeeze. Not to wake him, or for your own selfish reasons, just to let him know that you were there. You wouldn't want to be alone if your places were reversed. You'd want someone at your side, waiting.

"I..I do not really know what else to say." You mumble, "Just..I am here."

Silence greets you once again. The hope of him showing some sign of acknowledgement crumbling inside of you. Pulling your hand away from his, you turn around to grab a stool to sit at his bedside. His chest rises slowly, a wheeze escaping his parted lips. Then, his hand twitches, as if it felt empty without yours in it.

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[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

NEW CHAPTER'S FOR THE FOLLOWING STORIES WHILE I AM AWAY AT COLLEGE!

( NOTE! THESE WERE PRE-WRITTEN AND HAVE NOW BEEN UPDATED / EDITED TO POST! )

THE CONQUEROR REBORN.

NOTE! THIS LIST MAY BE WRONG / NOT UPDATED, CHECK WATTPAD FOR ANYTHING NEW OR ADDED LAST MINUTE!

- ‘THE CONQUEROR REBORN’, June 1 at 5 : 00 am

- ‘THE CONQUEROR REBORN’, June 8 at 5 : 00 am

- ‘THE CONQUEROR REBORN’, June 15 at 5 : 00 am

- ‘THE CONQUEROR REBORN’, June 22 at 5 : 00 am

- ‘THE CONQUEROR REBORN’, June 29 at 5 : 00 am

- ‘THE CONQUEROR REBORN’, July 6 at 5 : 00 am

- ‘THE CONQUEROR REBORN’, July 13 at 5 : 00 am

- ‘THE CONQUEROR REBORN’, July 20 at 5 : 00 am

Tell me if you see any errors and I'll fix them asap!

Comment here if you wanna be tagged in any / all posts regarding my HOTD fanfics! ( Where to read is linked below )

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THE GIRL FROM THE CROSSROADS.

AUTHOR NOTE! just thought of this @somnolenthour, what do you think? i haven't seen any writing with this plot yet and feel like it would slap in a fic <3 P.S.S. plz, don't send me hate for this. ( i know and fully acknowledge the context of Sinners and writing x Reader stuff is kinda a heated topic to touch - no shame to others who do.. ) i'm just sharing a idea that popped in my head to a friend cuz dm messages ain't enough.. pairing: Remmick x Crossroad Demon! Reader prompt : There's far worse things lurking in the dark than Remmick. word count: 1, 000+ words

There was always folklore and stories that rumbled around of men selling their souls to a crossroad demon⎯for fame, money, power. Hell, even stupid shit like an extra three inches downstairs. It was meant to be a warning, an omen to never strike a deal with evil or else you’d pay a unpleasant price. Of course, as time past, roads being renamed, and demon deal’s became less and less made⎯a demon had to evolve with the times. It was in your nature of course.

At first, it was changing the way you looked⎯choosing more appealing and comforting appearances to lurk them in⎯someone who looked like their Mother, someone they loved, someone they lost, someone they lusted for. Then, came the wandering just a little from the crossroad to make a deal⎯dive bars being built on back roads and crossroads became a gold mine. The final change was how the deals were made. You couldn’t just bluntly make a deal anymore. People weren’t coming to you already knowing what they were stepping into. So, you went to them. 

The Juke Joint. Now, it was the perfect place to make deals. The people. They came here to dance, to drink, to gamble, to lust, to have fun. No one would bat an eye if you made a deal under the guise of playful banter during a card game. Humans..they were just so stupid, so trusting, so wanting to connect with one another, too willing to see the good in each other. It wasn’t hard to blend in. You were once human and could fake emotions, the fake connections that they sought out within each other. It was a bonus that it was close to a crossroad, any deal would be valid and hard to break. 

Leaning back in your seat, you fake a groan of displeasure, dropping down your cards. The table letting out scoffs and protests. You had been playing for hours, meticulously feeding them rounds of gin and packs of cigarettes to loosen them up. Tucking back a strand of hair from your face, you cross your legs, pulling down your skirt to maintain a false sense of modesty. 

You’d been playing the role of some poor maid for some stuck up hotel, just wanting to play a card game after a rough week. Shifting your eyes to each man, you had yet to make a deal, waiting for the right moment to steer the conversation in that way. It had to be natural, so natural that they would forget how the conversation even started in the first place. 

"Oh, that ain't fair! That some bullshit!"

“Read em’ and weep boys. I do believe that is my third royal flush, now.” You joke, grabbing the pile of cash from the center of the table.

“How the hell did ya’ do that?” 

“Ya’ know, I've been playing this game for a long time. How the hell am I getting my ass handed to me by a girl half my damn age?” 

Shaking your head with a fake chuckle, you slide your cards down to Bo Chow, letting him shuffle them. Lingering your eyes on him, you knew that you wanted him, he had more openings to make deals on than the others at the table. His wife, his daughter, his shop. Plus, he was on his third cigarette of the night, he was all loosened up. Taking a sip of your glass of gin, there was no taste to it, your tastebud's dead from years of never touching food or drinking. You fake a grimace, pretending like it gave a burn as it went down.

“Say, I’ll tell ya’ what, how about you and I make a deal, hm?” You smile friendly, “Let’s say, a ten year deal, just for now. Unless you wanna make it shorter.”

“About what?”

“I help ya’ expand the shop, get more profits in. Won’t that be good for Grace and ya’ little girl?” You hums, "Think about it. Better life for them, get to stick to em' snobs in town."

“What do you get from it?”

“A good feeling in my gut for making a good deal, and I’ll collect what is due later on. Don't ya' worry about it right now.” You extend your hand out to shake, “What ya’ say, hm? Shake on it?”

Gnawing at the inside of your cheek with your teeth, you try to be patient, to let him think it over, to not show your restlessness. But, it was hard to do so. It was like there was an insatiable itch spreading throughout your body, the only cure being a deal. Tasting blood in your mouth, you swear sweat started to trickle down your temple, the anticipation nearly killing you for a second time. You needed this deal. Fuck, you needed it so badly. 

You needed it like a sinner needed church, like an alcoholic needed liquor. You needed him to shake your hand, to say those sweet little words, ‘I accept’. You’d get on your knees and sob, beg, say whatever he wanted to hear to get him to accept it. Zoning in on his hand, he puts down the playing cards, fingers drumming over the table. Thump. Thump. Thump. Was it your heartbeat or the sound of his fingers drumming, you didn't know, didn’t care.

“Ten years?” He raises a brow, humming.

“Mm-hm, I’ll see ya’ in ten years from now. You’ll know when I’m coming, so don’t fret on it.” You smile, “I just wanna help ya’. I seen how good ya’ are, providing for ya’ family. Help me help ya’ provide so much more for them.”

“I..” He hesitates, reaching his hand out to yours.

You could feel his fingertips brush against yours, the hairs on your whole body stand alert. Yes. Yes. Yes. He pauses, as if thinking over what you had just said. Come on, Bo. Don’t fail you now. Nodding his head as he grins slowly, he leans forward in his seat to reach your hand better, the glimmer in his eyes clear that he was accepting. Come on, say those sweet little words, ‘I accept’, and all was done.

“Bo, we leavin’. Finish ya' game up.” Grace cuts in, causing his hand to pull away at the last second. 

“But⎯” He tries to protest, but still complies with her order.

“We leavin’ now.” She argues, making your recoil back.

No. No. No. That bitch. That vicious little bitch. She was cheating you out of a deal. Holding back the urge to lunge forward and rip her throat out with your nails, you let out a soft nervous chuckle, the persistent itch returning back. You needed this deal. Fuck, you were gonna make this happen. 

“Bo, what about our deal?” You stand up with him, “I’ll give ya’ what I earned tonight, and plenty more tomorrow. Ya’ just need to accept.”

“I can’t, ya’ know how Grace gets when I keep her waiting⎯” He tries to protest, but you cut him off.

“Come on, now, just shake on it, accept it.” You try to pressure, “Before ya’ go. Ya’ can’t just leave me hanging here.”

“Bo!” Grace calls, her voice stern.

“Look, how about you come around tomorrow at the store and we talk, hm?” He shakes his head, leaving you behind.

“Ya’ can’t just walk out of deal like that⎯” You shake your head, desperation seeping in. 

Clenching your jaw tight enough to make your teeth crack, your eye twitches, nails digging into the palms of your hands. It took everything in your willpower to not explode, to burn the whole damn Juke Joint down to the ground and make deals to save their lives as they burnt. You wanted to deal with him. Married men⎯good men⎯like him were always the sweetest to trick and oh so rewarding when you collected. Sucking in air through your teeth, you abandon the table, leaving the cash behind. You didn’t need it, you had no use for human money. You needed their souls.

“Aww, shame, he had to leave. Was just about to start another game..”

“You can always play with me.” 

“No, no.” You shake your head, “No need, I’m done playing for the night.”

Walking out one of the open back doors without a second glance, you kick a rock hard, running fingers through your hair. A frustrated grunt escapes your lips, anger so hot it makes your blood boil. You needed a new plan. A better one. You couldn’t wait until sunrise to make one. 

“Stupid fuckin’ little bitch!” You curse under your breath, “Fuckin’ up my god damn deal!”

A beat of silence fills the air, crickets softly chirping. 

“I oughta’ gut her and feed her god damn heart to her!”

Taking a deep breath to try to calm yourself, you pace back and forth, mind spiraling to try to find who else to target. You could try a drunk in the parking lot. Fuck, maybe Stack or Smoke. Nah, those boys were too smart for their own good. Maybe, Mary? Play on her feelings for a while.The sound of a twig snapping, halts another string of curses from escaping your lips. 

Snapping your head in direction of it, your eyes flash a pitch black, senses on high alert. Something was out here with you. Tilting your head to the side, the shadows of the night were enough to hide your eyes, making it look like a trick of the lack of proper light. A man emerges from the woods, banjo in hand, eyes glowing a dark red. A little vampire, how pathetic. 

“Back off, buddy. This is my joint.” You snap back, voice harsh. 

“Now, now, no need to be rude, Miss.” He chuckles, drool trickling down from the corner of his lip.

“Oh, but I have plenty of reasons to be.” You sass back provokingly, “Why don’t you tap dance your way back to where you came from, buddy? These suckers are mine tonight.” 

“Now, that’s not kind.” He forces a smile, the darkness clear in his tone.

“Neither is stalking my prey for the night. So why don’t you scram, before I have to make you uglier than you already are.” You mocking motion from him to walk away.

You didn’t like his kind, the undead. Not because of some stupid superiority complex or anything like that. But, because he was of no use to you. No soul, no deal. No deal, no use to you. Hearing two more footsteps come from around the corner, you don’t flinch, amused by their little attempts to intimidate you. You’d lived a thousand lives before this one, they were babies compared to what you’ve endured⎯what you’ve seen. A slow grin spreads on your lips, hands twitching at your side.

“You..You ain’t living, are ya’?” 

“Me?” You chuckle tauntingly, “Oh, honey, you’ve got no clue what else lurks in the dark alongside ya’, do ya’, hm?”

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once again, plz, don't send me hate for this. ( i know and fully acknowledge the context of Sinners and writing x Reader stuff is kinda a heated topic to touch - no shame to others who do.. )

i'm just sharing a idea that popped in my head to a friend cuz dm messages ain't enough..

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

THERE'S A MAN IN THE WOODS.

AUTHOR NOTE! As to not offend anyone ( mostly cause I feel like the context of Sinners and writing x Reader stuff is kinda a heated topic to touch - no shame to others who do.. ) I will write an OC with the face claim from the films, but you can read it as Remmick x Reader if you want to.. <3 P.S.S. 1 dollar in 1932 is worth $23.62 today. So when I say, 1 dollar pay, it's a big deal back then.. pairing: Vampire! OC ( Thomas 'Tommy' Aberdeen ) x Reader or Remmick x Reader if you want to. prompt : There's a man in the woods. word count: 1, 000+ words

Living in the desolate little town in the South was far more harsher and less glamorous than most city folks could ever think or understand. They had this big old idea of what it was like and gonna be like. It was frustrating, and they wouldn’t listen to anybody who tried to correct them. Hell, you had tried to the folks who bought the old houses that were on either side of your property that it was gonna be hard to live out here. But, they did not listen. Stubborn fools.

There was no fancy running water and pipes, the houses out here were too old to have any of that fancy stuff. You had to use an old well outback and boil the water if you wanted it hot. There was no option to browse dozens of shops, only having the Chow’s general store to pick from or find some farmer willing to sell to you. Hell, it was hard and cruel out here for those not strong enough. It’s why people were slowly trickling out of the town like piss going down a leg.

Not you. No, no, you were strong. You were tough, more than anyone could guess. You could handle living out there, alone and happy on your one acre of land. It was big enough to have your little house and large enough garden. You didn't need much help from anybody really. Hell, you didn't really need to even go into town if you wanted to. You had all the food and water you needed, growing from your land. But, the urge to socialize now and again was needed. So it helped to sell jams and honey to the fools that lived around you that could not live off the land⎯earning a dollar for it every week. Good pay.

Fastening the lid of the jar of honey, you chew on your bottom lip mindlessly, the woven basket half packed. The harvest from the garden had been good, better than usual for some reason. It was like some little garden fairy had blessed it. But, you would not question it. So long as everything kept growing and it made the neighbors keep buying from you. Hell, if it got better. Maybe you would be able to up the prices just a little more. Picking apart the skin from your bottom lip, there’s a knock at the door. It was hard or demanding. It was soft, almost hesitant in a way.

“Hello?” A voice calls out, a low southern drawl prickling your ears.

You don’t respond, hoping they would go away. 

“Miss ( Y/n )?” 

Furrowing your brows at the interruption, you slowly put down the jar on the table, taking a step towards the front door. You had left it open to let a cool breeze in, the screen door locked. But, still, it was a screen door. Whoever was out there could just as easily break it and come inside. Taking another step towards the front door, you could see the outline of a man on the front porch, the porch light turned off.

Lurking the shadows of the living room, you flick on the light, the light bulb crackling before turning on. It was like a jump scare, seeing his face so clearly and closely. Piercing blue eyes stare back at you, a grin spreading on his face, seemingly trying to be kind and comforting. But, it wasn’t. You could smell the fakeness of it from where you stand. Your lips curl up into a sour look.

"Hello." He greets, flashing his pearly white teeth.

"Hello."

Flicking your gaze over his face, he was moderately handsome enough looking. Tousled black hair sticking to his forehead from the heat, sharp jawline covered in a light stubble, big broad shoulders and hands fiddling at his side. Taking a mental note of his clothing, he wore a blue striped button up, brown pants and suspenders. He looked normal enough. The kind of man you’d pass by in town and never think about again. 

"You, Miss ( Y / N )?" He asks, nodding his head in respect. 

"Yes, I am. How can I help you, sir?" You mumble, grabbing onto the door handle. 

“May I come in?” 

“No.” You state bluntly, not hesitating for a second.

You meant it, you did not have time for creepy men lurking out your doorstep in the middle of the night. He should be grateful that you did not close the door in his face by now. Hell, that you did not put the barrel of your shotgun against his temple and threaten to make him your new plant fertilizer. Closing the door slightly to keep him from seeing too much of the inside of the house, you keep it open just a crack, eyes narrowing on him. He smiles, big and forced, like it hurts. 

“Now, why not?” He chuckles, “I only wish to talk about makin’ an arrangement between us. Heard you sold food, and I was hopin’ you could sell to me.”

“You’re a strange man that just showed up at my doorstep, from fuck knows where, asking to come inside my home, at the dead of night. Is that not clicking in your head, or are you just stupid?” 

“Hey, hey, hey now, there’s no need to be rude.” He clenches his jaw, “We just talkin’.”

“Talkin’ gets you killed around here, especially demands like yours.” You argue, shaking your head.

“I ain’t demanding to come inside.” He shakes his head, chuckling to ease the tension.

“No, not yet.” You argue back, refusing to budge. 

There were plenty of men like him in town. They pretended to be all kind and lovely, then turned demanding and angry when they didn’t get their way. You weren’t about to end up murdered by those poor girls in the Killing fields, throats cut open and bodies drained of blood. You’d be mean, cruel if it meant avoiding a fate like that.

Watching his reaction carefully, he smiles, not flinching at your coldness. It was unnerving, the way he was so calm, so patient. It almost wasn’t human. He was trying to appear genuine, to be innocent. But, the dead look in his eyes gave it away. There was something unnatural with him, it sets all the hairs on the back of your neck upright.

“I..” He chuckles, “I think we got off on the wrong foot here. I’m Tommy, Tommy Abredeen, just bought the house next to yours.”

“Congrats.” You state coolly, keeping your answers short.

“Thank you. “ He nods, “My land needs tending too, the folks let it get all covered in weeds. I was hoping that I could buy a few things from your garden until I am all set for.”

“I ain’t interested in selling you nothing.” You argue, “Got my own private deal with them folks.”

“Shame.” He fakes disappointment.

Taking a step closer, the old wood of the porch groaning under his weight. Resting his hand on the door frame casually, the mosquitoes disburse from the porch light, only worsening the feeling in your gut. He wasn’t right. You had lit candles, poured oils, sprayed bug spray, and nothing would get rid of those damn mosquitoes. Yet, they left when he stepped closer. 

“Truly.” You wave him away with your hand, “You best be going now.”

“You won’t truly let me in? Not even for a cup of coffee?” He chuckles, lingering too long for your liking. 

“I don’t have coffee.” You argue, trying to get rid of him. 

“I ain’t picky. I’ll take tea.” 

“I don’t have tea.” You add, scowling. 

“Water?” 

“You can get that from the well on your land.” You huff, not bothering to hide your displeasure anymore. “Now, as I said, you best be going now.”

Lord, have mercy on your soul. Why the fuck wasn’t he leaving? God, he was like a damn leech attached to your hip. Somebody needed to give you some salt to douse him in. Letting out a huff as he continues to linger around, you close the door in his face, hoping that it would give him the hint to leave.

Locking it, you walk back into the kitchen, choosing to finish packing up the basket instead of entertaining him. Looking over the scattered items on the table, you pick up the jar of honey, tightening the lid. Placing it down in the basket, you add the wrapped sourdough bread into the basket, filling it to the brim with random things from the harvest. 

"Miss ( Y/n ), come on now."

You refuse to respond.

"Miss ( Y/n ), speak to me." He calls out, "I know you can hear me inside there, these walls ain't made of steel."

You bite your tongue, holding back the snarky comment that threatened to spill out.

"Miss ( Y/n ).." He calls out, his tone slightly whiny.

Hearing another knock on the back door, you slowly turn your head to look out the kitchen window, finding the man standing there. Staring blankly faced at the sight before you, he grins, like he had just outsmarted you. He didn’t, it was just plain stupid. Walking over to the back door, you pull the curtains shut in his face, not giving him the satisfaction of answering it. You catch a glimpse of the smile on his face falling. Sauntering back to the kitchen table, you look over the items inside, searching for what else to add to it. Maybe some more fruit? 

“Come on, don’t be brash now, Miss.” He complains, “I just want to talk to ya’.”

“There’s plenty of people in town to talk to.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“They are not you.” He argues, his words clearly meant to tug at your heartstrings.

“Is that supposed to be charming?” 

“Well..” He stutters, taken off guard. “Well, yeah. Is it not?”

No, not even fucking close. Maybe, if you knew him, you could find him charming. But, he was standing at your back door, begging to be let in. How was that charming? He was a stranger. Sure, you knew his name. But, you did not know him. You didn't know if you could trust him. Walking to the back door, you pull back the curtains, glaring at him. He grins, stupid and dopey. You wanted to strangle him.

“No, not even close. You’re a strange man standing on my doorstep, begging and bartering to let me let you in.” You argue, "How is that supposed to be charming?"

"Come on now, I ain't mean you no harm."

"Maybe not." You shake your head, "Maybe, you are just a man in the woods, innocently wandering around, conveniently right by my house."

"Or maybe I am waiting for my future wife to answer the door for me." He chuckles, winking.

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Thanks so much for taking the time and reading this, please do leave a comment about what you liked and did not. ( It helps me grow as a writer - and figure out what to write more of! )

Do take care!

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

THE CONQUEROR REBORN. [ You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.. ]

"It would always be Helaena. She'd wait a thousand lifetimes until she found her again."

I commissioned this from seasmoked on tiktok / wattpad ] 📖: THE CONQUEROR REBORN ( published ) 🖋: -iamagoddess ( wattpad ) ❤: Aegon ii Targaryen & Helaena Targaryen 👥: Roselyn Tully-Hightower, Helaena Targaryen & Aegon ii Targaryen

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