Rather Be Dreaming

I Write I Guess

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Masterlist

Bullet Train

Smoke and Zest - Tangerine (Part One)

Shadow and Bone

Smuggler - General Kirigan (Part One, Part Two)

Scream

It’s a Scream Baby - Billy Loomis (Part One) (Part Two)

Game of Thrones

Being in Love with Daenerys Would Include

Being Married to Jorah Mormont Would Include

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Hello! If requests are open, may I please request some headcanons on what being married to Ser Jorah Mormont would be like?

Being Married to Jorah Mormont Would Inclcule

Having met him in Westeros long before his original marriage. The two of you were quite taken with one another, but you were already promised.

Not seeing one another again until you ended up at his wedding. Where he learns your marriage was called off.

Finding out years later what happened with Jorah and his family, and the crimes he committed, wishing you knew where he had gone, and accepting that you may never see him again.

Being promised to another man, but you decide to leave instead of be married off, so you run away and find a ship to take you to Essos, where you know you’ll never be found.

Making a good living on your own, seeing as the small fortune you had brought with you was able to support you while you got your bearings. You start your own business and set of shop in Mareen.

Eventually Daenerys makes her way there and frees the city. You are called upon for your services and are escorted to the castle.

There you see Jorah in the throne room, at the right hand of the Queen. As soon as your business is done he comes to see you. You catch up and walk around the city for hours.

You admit that you’ve missed him, and that the stories you hear about him have changed your opinion of him somewhat. He agrees that he did something horrible, and explains to you why he follows his new Queen, and the ways he is trying to be better.

In the coming weeks he comes to visit you constantly. You fall for him all over again, and can’t help but be slightly jealous of his protectiveness and loyalty to his Queen.

Confessing feelings for one another after a long night of talking by the water.

Becoming close with the rest of his new friends, especially Dani, who was ecstatic to find out Jorah had a significant other.

You asking for his hand in marriage, and when he seems surprised you make a joke that neither one of you are good at being single at the same time, so you should take the chance while you have it.

Having a small wedding with just your friends (seeing as neither of you have any family)

Moving to the palace to spend more time with him.

Romantic nights

Missing him during the fay when you both have work.

Coming to the agreement that children should be off the table for the time being, seeing as Jorah would soon be off to war at Daenerys side

Being completely heartbroken when Jorah’s treachery is revealed, wondering now if any of what he said about being better was true.

Letting him leave Mareen alone, and going to Daenerys for comfort, knowing she would understand your heartbreak.

Staying with her all night, comforting one another.

Nearly breaking when Jorah returns and reveals he has contacted Greyscale

Learning from Tyrion that he talked about you non-stop on the journey. Of how much he loved and missed you, and how he would get better so that he may return to you

Joining Daenerys for the journey to Westeros, with the intention of seeing your family’s support for her claim

Feeling both overjoyed and conflicted when Jorah arrives on Dragonstone, because although the man you love is alive and well and back in your arms, he still betrayed you and your Queen.

Eventually being convinced by Daenerys to give him another chance, after she tells you she has all but forgotten his past misdeeds. You take her words as permission to no longer care about his mistake.

Going to him that night and saying nothing, just holding him in your arms until the sun rises.

Telling one another all that had transpired while you had been apart

Him expressing a desire for a family once the war is over. You being happy to hear it, and agreeing wholeheartedly

Learning just before the journey to Winterfell that you are pregnant.

Telling Jorah, feeling nervous because it was still a bit soon to have the baby. The war might not be finished by the time you must leave his side, but he is only full of joy, and so you try not to worry

Being sent away from Winterfell for the battle against the dead, because he refuses to put you and your child at risk

Knowing from the moment you lay eyes on Daenerys that the father of your child is dead, and that the son or daughter you carry is all you will have left of him

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Smoke and Zest || Tangerine X Female OC

Warnings: Violence, Language, Slight Gore?

Description: Tangerine and Lemon are hired on to a job, but they arrive to find that their package is being stolen.

“Right. We’re on it, not to worry.”

Tangerine hangs up the phone and slides it back into his suit pocket, turning to face his brother with a smug smile, “Job’s ours. Pick up’s in an hour. We’d best be off.”

Lemon frowns and turns off the TV, rising to his feet. He checks takes his gun from the side table and slides it into place before following Tangerine out the door.

“Oi, Tan, whats the pick up? I’m not in the mood for a hostage today.”

“Not a live one. Got ourselves an old fashioned package today.”

“Sounds a bit too easy, yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t bother with that yet. If a problem comes our way we’ll deal with it like we always do, right?”

“Right.”

The brothers step into the car they had parked not far from their hotel, and speed off in the direction of the pick up. Tangerine turns on the radio and leans back to listen, but Lemon already had a hand on the dial.

Lemon fiddles with the stations the entire ride, only coming to rest on the original channel as they pull into the drive. With a sigh of frustration, Tangerine turns off the radio and parks them a ways off from the building.

“The hell is this place?” Lemon asks as the exit the car.

“Old factory turned lab.”

“Lab? We picking up drugs?”

“Doubt it. They’ve got their own men for that, don’t they.”

The pair approach the doors, each becoming more aware of the silence hanging over the area. A silence that felt more foreboding than peaceful.

“This don’t feel right Bruv.”

“Come on Lemon, don’t be—“

“Naw, you listening? Ain’t a sound coming out of that place. You’re telling me theres a lab in there, but I see no guards, no white coats, no men with those stupid little ear pieces; its empty. Dead. This don’t feel right man.”

Tangerine lets out a long, irritated sigh; “Listen man, we go in, grab the fucking box and get out. All im feeling is fucking jet lag from flying round the world this past week. Now, stop talking about your feelings so we can do this. We’ve got a very angry Russian waiting for this package, right, and a very angry American waiting for us in Seattle when were through here. Lets go!”

Lemon follows his hot-headed brother into the building, which was just a quiet inside as it was out. But it wasn’t empty. Bodies line the halls, leading to the interior room, where the main floor of the factory had been converted to hold dozens of craft tables and house hundreds of boxes. Bodies litter this room as well. The floor glistens with blood. Only one living souls remains.

The figure in question holds a phone up to they’re ear, muttering as they pace the room. Dressed in baggy pants, with a hoodie to match.

Tangerine takes out his gun and nods to Lemon. Together they step into the room with their guns raised; “Hello mate. No need for trouble, just drop the case and be on your way and we can pretend none of this happened.”

Tan watches in surprise as the figure turns, revealing the face of a woman. She looks them over with a frown; “Who the hell are you?”

“Could ask you the same. We were sent by your boss to pick up the package. We weren’t told there would be a blood bath prior to our arriving. Whats going on here?”

She shrugs and drops the phone from her ear, her American accent making Tangerine tilt his head in curiosity; “The dumb asses were supposed to be guarding this warehouse, but apparently were the weakest mother-fuckers they could’ve picked for the job.”

“Is the package still here? Can the pick up still be made.”

She shakes her head; “Long gone. Sorry boys.”

Tan nods and begins to lower his weapon, but suddenly, Lemon has a hand on his arm, his gaze locked on something near the woman. Tangerine follows his gaze to a small black case.

Too small to hold drugs, or papers, or any sort of weapon. More square than rectangular, just like the boss had described. The package was there, just in front this woman who had claimed it was long gone.

“Right,” Tangerine says slowly, “And what were you doing when all these assholes got murdered?”

She had taken notice of their notice, and reached out to grip the boxes handle. She pulls it towards her with a smirk; “Raining fire.”

She tosses out a grenade from her pocket. Tangerine pulls Lemon by the sleeve into the hall and presses his hands over his ears, but the blast never comes.

After a minute, he and Lemon step back inside and approaches the explosive. Once closer, Lemon takes note of the strange sheen of its surface. He reaches down to pick it up, Tangerine letting out a sound to protest, but as soon as his hand wraps around it he begins to laugh.

He holds it out to Tangerine; “Its fucking plastic.”

Tangerine grabs the toy and chucks it away, letting out a growl of frustration; “I’ll call the client. Let ‘em know what happened. We were hired for a pick up, not a chase. It’s out of our hands now.”

He takes out his phone, the woman’s face burned in his mind. He swears to himself that if he ever finds her, hell pay her back for the shit she pulled today.

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Smuggler - General Kirigan (Part 2)

Part One

“You’re about to ask me something aren’t you.”

I turn my head ever so slightly to watch him through the bars. It was the only pastime I had: making him squirm and scoff from his place outside my cell.

He came nearly every day. Calling me a traitor, and threatening me, but he still came. It was almost touching how badly he wanted this to all end. For me to come back and for us to start over. Almost. But I couldn’t forget. I couldn’t go back.

“What are you doing down here General? You have a war to fight. You waste your time coming to see me.”

“A waste? Do I strike you as a man who wastes anything?”

“Maybe nothing of your own, but you certainly wasted a lot of my time.”

“You think your time here was a waste?”

I had meant to harm him with my words, but not like that. Not in the way he took them. I could see his face from here. Covered in a look of disbelief. Even after everything he had refused to believe what everyone else probably assumed. What I had tried to make myself believe.

I rise from my spot in the corner and come to rest across the bars, my hands dangling out but never reaching.

“My time with you was not a waste…but if we had never met, we both might’ve faired better.”

“I disagree.”

“Look at us. People who love one another don’t end up on opposite sides of a cell door. Especially not a cell belonging to the other. It would’ve been easier to hate you if i had never loved you.”

He stands and closes the distance between us, his fingers brushing my own before he turns away.

“You assume the two are mutually exclusive.” He takes a few steps away and stops, “I did come here with a question…but it can wait. Ill be back tomorrow. I suggest you spend the time before then thinking of your future. Rather, if you still care to have one.”

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It’s a Scream Baby - Billy Loomis

Part Two: Fountain Founders (Part One)

School was different now. She saw the change almost instantly. No one whispered. No one moved away from her in the lunch line.

At first she didn’t realize why, but the more time she spent with Sydney and Tatum, the more she noticed their protective glares and boastful gossip about their new friend. They were watching over her. She didn’t understand why. She wouldn’t have done the same. Not to a stranger with a past like hers.

Billy was always there too. In the hall, next to her in class, sitting at her side by the fountain for their lunch. She grew accustomed to his presence. To his snarky comments and dramatic head tilts and the little fights he and Stu had whenever Stu lost his filter. Which was almost always.

They introduced her to Randy, the school nerd. It was odd for him to be in their friend group, but she supposed she was an odd choice as well. After the first week she decided not to ask them about it; in case speaking it out loud would make is cease to be.

“You’re always so quiet.”

Billy rolls his eyes; “Don’t start it Stu. Just let her have one day without your stupid ass butting in.”

“It’s ok Billy,” she says evenly; “I just don’t have a lot to say. Unlike you I don’t voice every pointless sentence that crosses my mind.”

Stu chuckles; “My, my, look who found her claws. Rawr!” Stu makes a cat like motion towards y/no’s face, which she shoves away with a smirk.

Stu turns his attention to Tatum, pulling her hair and meowing idiotically. Y/n feels Billy lean in, his breath hitting her neck as he speaks into her ear…

“He means well. He’s a idiot and an asshole, but he means well.”

She lets her gaze linger just a moment too long before gathering her things and nodding at Sydney and Randy, who both shared her next class. As they begin down the path towards the cafeteria doors, y/n looks back to find Billy watching her go.

———

“And that is why we as Americans have taken on the—“ the bell rings, cutting her final words short as students make for the doors.

Y/n takes her time, eyes on Sydney as she speaks excitedly of after-school plans.

“And my dad is out of town so we have the house to ourselves.”

“That’s cool. Should I bring anything?”

“Nope, just yourself.”

She could see the smile on Sydney’s face, but just as clearly she could see the dullness in her eyes. The complete lack of any substance in her words.

Y/n reaches across the desk and takes Sydney’s hand; “Hey…you know you don’t have to pretend to be ok around me right? I…I understand.”

Syd nods softly; “I know you do. I’m not ok but…I do need tonight. You’ll be there?”

“I’ll be there.”

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Smuggler - General Kirigan

Part Two

It had been like any other pick up. The Grisha had paid in full. Now all that was left was to pick them up and deliver them to her allies near The Fold. For years she had smuggled Grisha and Ravkans through the Unsea, without so much as a whisper of her presence coming to light.

Now she was caught. Bound in chains and roped down to a chair. It was infuriating. Not knowing where she had gone wrong. The only people that knew where she would be were the two girls she was meant to be getting out of the Little Palace. She had interviewed them extensively. They hadn’t been the ones to betray her.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching down the narrow hall. Two faces appear. She recognizes the gloomy man dressed in black.

“General Kirigan.”

He scowls, “You…smuggle Grisha, out of MY PALACE!”

Y/n stares back at him with matching ferocity. She wouldn’t be intimidated by him. She refused.

“You have no right to those Grisha. I have only ever taken Grisha away of their own free will. Something I’m sure you have little experience in.”

“How dare you excuse your actions in such a way. You help soldiers desert their posts!”

“You take children’s from their families. From orphanages. From the streets. You offer them food, clothes, magical powers, and then a military rank. You give them no choice. And you excuse your actions by calling it mercy and loyalty.”

The General waves the woman in blue away. Once they are alone he pulls up a chair and seats himself, putting them at a more even level.

“Where are your associates?”

“I won’t tell you.”

“Then I will find a way to make you.”

Y/n tilts her head in an amused fashion; “You know I won’t talk. It doesn’t matter what you do.”

His face does not change, but y/n sees through his guise; “You’re angry, because you know I’m right.”

He shakes his head; “You’re a disgrace. Ravka needs all the help it can get and you ran away. You left us—you left m…why?”

Y/n wants to snap something back at him. Send him crawling back in his shell…

“I’m sorry no one offered you a choice General.”

They stare at one another for only a moment. She lets him see the pain in her eyes. The guilt she felt for leaving. The sureness in her shoulders. She didn’t regret what she had done.

His eyes harden, but not before y/n catches a glimmer within them…

“Enjoy rotting in a cell.”

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It’s A Scream Baby - Billy Loomis

Part One - Welcome Wagon

She had only just moved in a few weeks ago, and already the small town of Woodsboro had welcomed her with friendly Californian hospitality. By that, she spent the first two days being stared at and hearing chuckles behind her every time her back was turned.

It wasn’t all bad of course. She had made a few acquaintances. People from home room that said hello and a few girls she met in the locker room. Enough to give her hope for a change.

It was Sydney Prescott who saved her from being a complete outcast, when she waved at y/n from across the courtyard as she came outside with her lunch in hand. She had spoken to her only once before, and she seemed nice enough, but her friends were a different matter. Y/n holds her backpack strap for comfort and approaches their small gathering, offering a polite smile.

She smiles softly, “Why don’t you come and sit with us y/n?”

It was a kind offer. Her voice even sounded sincere, but the looks on the faces of her friends made her think twice.

Sidney seems to notice her hesitancy and motions to the people next to her, “This is Stu, Tatum, and Billy.”

They offer up small nods of acknowledgement, but none of the warmth that filled Sydney’s words. Quickly, y/n puts on a face of amused apologetics; “I actually have to study. I’ve been slacking all week. Thanks for the offer though.”

Sydney nods; “Well, if you’re not busy, there’s a party tonight at Stu’s place. You should come. It’ll be like a welcome party. 261 Turner Lane. You can’t miss it.”

Y/n nods softly and scurries away. She liked Sydney. She really did. But the look of judgment on the faces of Tatum and Stu. And Billy. She didn’t even know how to describe how he was looking at her.

The last thing she wanted to do was go to that party, but she knew she had to. She wouldn’t be run out of town. She wouldn’t be pushed out of the picture. Not this time.

———

Later that night, y/n finds herself walking up the dirt road towards 261 Turner Lane. It was dark, but she could see the lights of the house up ahead. Hear the music and the sound of a party.

When she reaches the house she nearly changes her mind. There were people everywhere. Laughing, screaming, yelling. It was chaos.

She pushes inside, but it’s no better. She looks around frantically for Sydney, but she’s nowhere to be found. A tap comes from behind her. Without thinking her hand flies to her shoulder.

“Hey there new girl!” Stu says loudly, “You found us. Hope you didn’t have to walk too far.”

“Where’s Sidney?”

He tilts his head teasingly; “I not enough company for you new girl?”

“No I just…sorry I just—“

“You just—you just—you just what?”

Y/n shrinks away from his amused stare. He was toying with her. She had walked into a house with no one to stand up for her. What had she expected?

She turns away from him and escapes upstairs. She knew at least she couldn’t give Stu the satisfaction of making her leave the party. She sits down on the bed and clutches her stomach, which was turning painfully. She had been too nervous to eat before coming. Now she wished she hadn’t come in the first place.

“You ok?”

“Fine. I wasn’t really expecting a welcome wagon, but you people are ridiculous.”

“Did Stu say something?”

“What kind of stupid question is that?” Y/n stares Billy down with a look of disbelief. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that he had looked at her with such distaste and suddenly be concerned for her feelings.

Billy folds his fingers together and gesture to himself slightly; “I’m sorry if I gave the wrong impression. I wanted you to feel comfortable. That’s why I asked Sid to invite you.”

“You what?”

“Yeah. I just figured you’d probably say yes to her, rather than me. We can probably agree I was right on that.”

Y/n stares at him uneasily. She still didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust his words or his sincere look. She’d gotten fooled by both before. She had intended to make things go differently from last time. But it was time now to cut her losses and retreat.

“I think it would be better if I just went home. Thank you for inviting me.”

“You don’t have to go.” Billy says softly, almost pleadingly, “Or at least…let me walk you home?”

He wanted to hang out with her outside the view of others. Humiliation didn’t serve without witnesses, but that didn’t prove anything. Though…she supposed it couldn’t hurt.

“Sure. Why not.”

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Being in Love with Daenerys would include

Knowing she was special from the moment you saw her walk down the castle steps to be presented to Drogo.

Sewing together while in the Dothraki camp, and helping her adjust to the new life.

Becoming one of her hand maidens, and closest friends.

Being completely terrified when she comes to you for advice on pleasing men, but ultimately agreeing to help.

Being completely terrified as you teach her how to kiss, sure that she would see right through you and know how you felt about her.

Consoling her after losing Drogo and her child.

Pledging your life to her after she survives the flames of the pyre.

Being honest with her no matter what, because you want her to be the best she can be.

Learning battle strategy and sword fighting from Jorah so that you can be of better use to her and her cause.

Never voicing your feelings, knowing that it was the last thing she needed to be worried about.

Long talks into the night about future plans and dreams.

Hair braiding.

Wishing you could tell her the truth.

Being so damn proud of her every time she does something badass.

Comforting her when Jorah has to leave and her dragons need to be locked away.

Being the first person to know she is sailing for Westeros.

Kissing her in a moment of passion, only to realize what you had done and scurry away in fear.

Avoiding her for days, thinking she would hate you.

Being summoned to her chambers, expecting to be sent away, only for her to reveal she had the same feelings for you.

Standing by her side as the ship approaches Dragonstone

Sharing a room, where you both stay up long into the night working (before play of course)

Believing she is whats best for the world, even with her flaws

Ignoring all the red flags, because you’ve falling too deep into love and can no longer see her conquest as anything but just

Realizing too late that the woman you loved is gone, but too in love with her to act

Being best friends as well as lovers, until the very end, when Cercei captures you to taunt Dani from upon the walls, resulting in your death.