Maddie 》 26 》 She/Her 》 Writer 》 Waiting for an archer in tattered jeans and an angel-winged vest. Burdened with the glorious purpose of happy ends. •☆° Daryl & Loki Supremacy °☆•
The💠ᙖᒐᙀᙓ ᗣᖇᖇOᙎ ᙖᗣᖇ💠is closed for now! I've got five cocktail requests and I'd like to work on them first before I take more orders - otherwise I might get overwhelmed and I don't want that.
HOWEVER, I'm definitely going to reopen the bar again. Just give me a week or two.
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Daryl: I've tracked deer through the mud in the pitch dark. I've took out walkers with my bare hands. I ain't gettin' outmaneuvered by a 20-pound goblin.
Toddler Dixon, throwing a wooden block directly at his nose: No!
Daryl: Alright, truce. Y’can stay up 10 more minutes.
-Three hours later-
Y/N: Why isn’t he in bed?
Daryl, surrounded by wooden blocks: He ain’t run outta blocks yet.
My plan was to reopen requests again, since I finished writing the ones I received. Yay! 🥳
HOWEVER had my writing brain a different plan. 😬 Some of you might know that I've fallen into a music rabbit hole a few weeks ago. Namely those guys here...
And me being me - the fangirl I am, I kinda fell head over heels for specifically one BTS member...
Yeah... The Jimin effect is real, y'all. Can confirm.
And now guess who's writing a multichapter AU story for him. 😬 I'm so sorry, guys. I really wanted to reopen requests, but writing brain demands me to write this. I gotta write what I feel. I haven't felt that rush of ideas in months - and I believe that writing this will break the tiny writer's block I had.
Letting a few friends and mutuals know, just in case they wonder about the bar... @angelwings-crossbowstrings @levislolita @angelicarlert @smuttfuelled @whsschuu @muddyorbsblr @vngelisse @twd-bee3 @clussysposts
I'll be back, though. I promise. I want to reopen the Blue Arrow Bar again! 🫶🏻
Y/N, reading a book out loud: "And as the gentle breeze blew through the orchard, Eleanor pondered the deep, aching solitude of her fragile, shattered soul.”
Daryl, intensely focused on a motorcycle carburetor: Mm.
Y/N: "She looked up into the twilight sky, wondering if true love would ever find its way back to her quiet, modest farmhouse.”
Daryl, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand: Mhm, real tragic. Pass me that wrench.
Y/N: "Suddenly, Lord Sebastian was there. He dragged her inside and slammed her against the cold dining table, his breath hot against her skin. His hands tore through the cotton of her—"
Daryl, hand still out for that wrench: W-what?
Y/N: "'You're mine tonight, wench,' he huskily whispered, his pulsating shaft pressing hard against—"
Daryl, choking on air: Whoa, whoa, hold on! The hell’re y’readin'?
Y/N: "—where she ached for him. Her damp—"
Daryl, aggressively snatching the paperback out of her hands to squint at the cover: Gimme that! The hell is this shit? Thought ya was readin' ‘bout a farm!
Y/N, with big, innocent eyes: It takes place on a farm. Lord Sebastian owns the land and—
Daryl, glaring at the cover, ears turning beet red: Pulsatin’ sha—? That ain't how people talk!
Y/N: You want me to skip to the part where they're in the hayloft, or—
Daryl, throwing the book as far as he can from the garage and immediately scrambling for any piece of literature he can find: Hell nah! Here. S’a manual for a generator. Jesus.
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I feel stupid for saying this, but I won't lie. I have been thinking about this request for a long time and... I can't seem to find a connection to it. I feel a little uncomfortable writing this. I don't know, it's just... Loki in combination with virginity loss and rough sex feels wrong to me personally. I can't warm up to this. I truly hope you can understand that. 🙈
Perhaps when I reopen my requests again soon-ish, you could request something else?
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hair color - naturally dark brown but rn it’s somewhere between light brown with pink highlights with some bleached blonde highlights where pink has faded
favorite color - pink n teal
favorite drink - iced latte
one thing u love about urself - err umm my style
if u could be any animal what would u be - a cat (meow)
dream place to visit - tokyo
what’s one thing ur looking forward to rn - going to a trip to an island (driving rnn)
ur biggest dream - getting a job i actually love and living a life i love
songs that are permanently on ur repeat - idkk lwk nothing bcz i get bored if songs really quickly
favorite drink: iced matcha latteeeeeeee😽 or diet pepsi!
one thing i love about myself: my brows that i have thinned out and let grow to the perfect shape and size
if i could be an animal: i’d either be a kitty, a deer, or an otter
dream place to visit: japan🥹
one thing i’m looking forward to rn: watching the new spiderman movie with my fav cousins!
my biggest dream: to be fully free
song that’s permanently on repeat: complexity by madison beer, duhhhhh
tags: @fairiesgloss @kissofcocteau @strongbabydoll999 @teetharoundorgans @estellebunnyxoxo @whenigetdrunkiwantuboy @444prilsbae @dustyrosegarden @polkadotpr1ncess @fiftiesdrivein @girl-so-online @higcghb1897 @mm-ii @morbid-blonde sorry if i tagged u and u already participated :,) +if u see this consider urself tagged!
THANK YOU FOR TAGGING MEEE @maithaofthezora i love u sm <3
hair colour: very dark brown/black
favourite colour: green!!!!!!!!!! always always
favourite drink: strawberry milk 🍓 yummy yum
one thing i love about myself: my curls!!!!
if i could be an animal: i would be a cat 🐈⬛ obvi
dream place to visit: china or switzerland!!
one thing i’m looking forward to rn: pool party with my uni friends 🫂
my biggest dream: to marry someone i love and live a happy life
song that’s permanently on repeat: suuuuuper hard to choose but as of rn i wanna say the cure/what’s wrong with me by olivia rodrigo <3
tags (sorry if you don’t want to be tagged/were already tagged!!): @clleanlliness @angelonthescreen @aki-qko @servingfairydust @xh444 @madeofvioletdreams @missme-kissme-killme @solvoros + anyone else who wants to do this!!! <3
Thank you my lovely beautiful moot @hollowhuntress for tagging me
Hair color: Usually I’m a ginger but rn my head is buzzed
Fave color: Orange is my fave color
Fave drink: Pepsi is my favorite drink of all time
What I love about myself: I love my freckles around my eyes and the one freckle on my nose
If I could be any animal: I would love to be an alligator for a day rn
Dream place to visit: Ireland! I would love to go see where my grandparents immigrated from and see my cousins
One thing I’m looking forward to: Getting to season 4 of animal kingdom
My biggest dream: is to get back to working with youth in the CSEC population. Or to start my education requirements for child life.
Song permanently on repeat: Oof there are so many songs I have on repeat cause my ADHD ass loves to listen to the same 3 songs until I find a new three songs….. but rn Gillian by DRAM, A$AP Rocky, juicy J
Tag you’re it (no pressure obviously) @clussysposts @castleabbot @uglylittlelamb @twd-bee3 @thatfanficstuff @dianaxx99 @romantic-insomniac
Frost Giant Chapter One (A Frost Giant! Loki x fem! Reader miniseries)
Summary: Inspired by the upcoming film Wicker. Circumstances force you to take a husband. When you enter the altar to get married, in comes your groom. A Frost Giant named Loki.
Word Count: 2326
Chapter Warnings: Men being gross, fear of being murdered, hard adulting stuff. Lack of Loki (he's coming! I promise!)
A/N: Hiiiii! At this point of publication, I know the premise of Wicker and have seen the trailers. But I don't know the exact plot of the film. And the short story can't cover a full miniseries of a fic. So, I have to guess and make a three-act story from this premise. I hope you like it! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad// Help Me Pay My Rent
“Marry me,” said Conaloch.
You stood at your doorstep, blinking at him. It was still early in the morning. The sun shone from your apartment window. You wanted to spend the morning as you usually did- curled up on the couch with a romance book. This one was getting right to the very first kiss. You could feel it coming any minute. It took ages for the couple in the story to get to that point. Right as they were about to, you got a knock on your door with a marriage proposal.
The birds sang their morning songs outside, and you felt the warmth of the sun creep on your back. In the distance, you heard the neighbors' footsteps as they got up for their morning routines. You could still taste the eggs you had at breakfast leftover in your mouth. Did your breath smell? Maybe if you breathed on him hard enough, he’d go away.
You looked at Conaloch. He left his house, made his way to your apartment complex, and knocked on your door to propose. He was old enough to be your father, with every unattractive feature you could think of. You felt yourself go dry as a bone listening to his grating voice.
“I need to get to my book,” you said. Trying to remain as polite as possible.
You closed the door, but he put his hand on it and stopped you.
“I want an answer: marry me. Yes or no.”
“Er, give me a day to think about it, and then I’ll give you an answer,” you replied.
“I want an answer now,” Conaloch demanded. “I need a wife. Someone to cook and clean for me. Warm my bed at night and rub my feet in the morning and give me eight sons.”
“Eight! Is adoption an option?” you asked.
“As long as they’re sons,” he said.
“Well-er-thanks for the offer, but no,” you said.
“What do you mean, no?”
Gripping the doorknob tighter, you pulled it towards you to close the door further. “I gave you my answer; it is no. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my book.”
“I got money; I can provide you with a good life,” he argued.
“I already have a job, thank you,” you said.
“I know, I’ve been watching you. You’re awfully pretty when you cut up all those fish.”
“Stop creeping on me when I’m at work. And my answer is still no.”
He looked you over.
“Look at you, you’re practically an old maid!” he said.
That comment made you wince. The fact you were at your current age and not married…in Asgard, you had reached an era of spinsterdom.
“How is it you call me pretty and then call me an old maid a second later? And I’m quite content, thank you.”
“You don’t want to end up alone?”
“I’d rather be alone and happy than stuck with someone and miserable,” you retorted.
“Your womb will quiver.” He let go of his hold on the door and curled his hands into fists by his side.
“Right now, I can’t afford a child.”
“I could give you the money for one.”
You began to close the door. “No, thank you.”
“But you’ll never get another offer of marriage-” he cried.
You slammed the door in his face. He pounded his fists a few times, then gave up and walked away. Letting out a deep breath, you went to your couch and sank on it. You picked up the book, but the proposal left a sour taste in your mouth, distracting your thoughts.
He could murder you for this; murder was an option for men. But…but you couldn’t give in. This man was nothing like your romance books. He was the villain waiting for the heroine to fall into his clutches. Or the fiancé or husband at the beginning before the heroine gets abducted by a pirate or something.
Getting out of the couch, you checked the mail left on the table. Two letters sat waiting for you. The first came from the theater of Asgard.
“Miss Y/N, we regret to inform you that we had a record-breaking number of candidates who auditioned. Unfortunately, you were not selected for casting.”
You didn’t read the rest. Something about it stung. You worked hard to prepare for this. Spent a lot of time and money on a new outfit for this audition. To go through that to have them refuse you. They always say to not take these things personally. But this was your fifth rejection letter from a theater this month. At this point, you were going to have to scrapbook them.
You opened up the next letter. It was from the landlord. Palms already sweaty, you read the text.
“RENT DUE!” read big red letters. And the deadline was today at sunset.
You almost had it- today was payday. Once you got your money, you would have enough to cover it. The coins in your current bag were scarce. You had to spend the rest of your money on an emergency trip to a healer when you fell sick. So this paycheck today had to cover rent.
There were no theater opportunities back in your hometown. They cast the same people over and over. It became a game you could never win. So you went to the city for a fresh start and more theaters. More opportunities. Your mother kept saying you were welcome at home. She even insisted you move back. But you didn’t want to leave the city- you wanted to stay here where opportunity waited for you.
Too bad auditioning didn’t pay the bills. Else you would be rich by now.
Stifling a sigh, you went to your room, got dressed, and then headed out for work. Stepping out of the door, you locked it, put the key in the pocket of your dress, and headed off. You couldn’t be late. They’d give you a warning, then fire you. You worried the conversation earlier would cause a delay. But if you increased your pace, you’d have five minutes to spare before opening. And like they say in theater, five minutes early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable.
Walking outside, the streets were busy with people walking back and forth. Gooses and chickens clucked. The smell of bacon from restaurants made your stomach grumble. Your breakfast consisted of some bread and eggs. The cheapest stuff and enough to keep you full. Business owners went to the front doors, sweeping out dust on the roads. People chatted in droves as street performers played their music and danced. Not that you had a coin to spare to throw to any of these struggling artists.
Just one more push of bad luck, and I’ll be joining them, you thought, with a curl in your stomach.
The castle of King Odin loomed over your heads. Tall and spiky, it punched into the sky. Lifting your chin, you looked at the top. What was it like to live in such finery as the king and his family? You heard of Queen Frigga. Of Prince Thor. What a life they must have led! To not have to worry about how much potatoes would cost at the market or the timing of your next paycheck.
Then again, princes and kings always had arranged marriages. You wouldn’t have a choice in your spouse, and they could prove monstrous. Abusive. Unfaithful. Or lazy, stupid, stingy, selfish, childish, bad-tempered, arrogant, cruel, stinky, unattractive. Anything.
Maybe it is better to be a peasant, you thought.
Passing through the road to work, a few Frost Giants appeared your way. They were fresh out of Jotunheim. Humongous, with blue skin, dark hair, and red eyes, they stood a quarter of a mile away at a fruit stand. Examining mangoes. Even the mango seller looked stiff, staring at them unblinking.
Look down, don’t give them eye contact. They may eat you alive, you thought.
Keeping your head down, you stuck to the other side of the street and hurried forward. The less time spent in their presence, the better.
The destination was in sight. “FENEMIR FAMILY FISH,” a fish-shaped sign plopped onto the ground boasted. Right in front of a wooden building with windows full of their wares on sale. You walked around the building and entered through the back door. Your co-worker, Freya. A beautiful woman with large blue eyes and long, wavy blonde hair greeted you as you walked in.
“Hey Y/N, how did that audition turn out?” she asked.
“Well, I thought I did okay. They thought otherwise. Got my rejection letter this morning,” you explained.
You walked through to the main record of employees, a book kept on a table in the corner. You checked the clock on the wall and wrote down what time you arrived- three minutes before your shift. Hopefully no one would notice. And next time, you’d go faster.
“Aw, that’s too bad! You’ll get it next time!” she sighed.
“I hope so! At this point, I’ll take anything!” you said.
Freya went to a chest. She got out two aprons from a drawer and handed one to you. She tied hers around her slender waist.
“Oh! I should tell you- Venemir has a little incentive for us. He says we get a bonus for every fish we sell today. So smile nice and use your best manners!” she reminded you.
“I’ll try,” you replied.
Freya grinned. “I bet I could beat you selling flounders and cods.”
Freya did beat you selling flounders and cods. The woman could sell ice in Jotunheim. She always smiled and thought of ways to charm the customers. You used your manners and blanked on what to say. Besides, the customers kept staring at the ceiling of the fish dangling from above. They didn’t care for conversation. Or they came in parties and were too busy chatting with each other to notice you.
You didn’t sell any extra fish that day. As hard as you tried. The customers were not interested.
At the end of the day, the stink of fish infiltrated your nostrils. The job was still new, and you had yet to get used to the stench. Freya, you, and the two other employees went in line before Venemir to collect your pay in the backrooms. Venemir was a tall, gangly family man with a brown beard. He sat at a table and handed out bags of money to each employee.
“Freya, here you are…oh, and Y/N, here you go,” he voiced out, handing out bag after bag.
You took the bag of coins. Opening it, you counted it out onto your hand.
Just enough to cover your rent.
“Thank you!” you said to Venemir.
Hurrying out of the shop, you strode out and past the various stores and businesses. Making your way back to your apartment complex.
A few steps more; it isn’t sunset yet! The sun isn’t dipping in the sky, you thought.
You increased your pace, your breath huffing out, your speed close to a jog. The stones on the ground scraped against your slippers. Looking down, you saw you still wore your apron from work. You let out a curse under your breath. But you chose to ignore it for now- you could return it tomorrow. You were out of time to turn it back- your priority had to be your rent.
Finally, you reached your apartment complex. A building with hundreds of windows gathered together in a big, tall rectangle. You walked to the parlor on the first floor. It was modest- wooden floors with a fireplace and candelabras and patchy furniture. A window to the landlord’s office was on the wall. You walked up to it, knocking on the glass.
There sat your landlord, Rian. He was an older man with a pot belly and a balding head. He sat at the table, counting gold coins on his desk. He peeked up at you and paused, a smile on his face. He then stood up and opened the window.
“Ah, brought in the rent, I see- pay up,” he ordered, reaching out his hand.
You opened the bag of coins and dumped them into his hands. They landed with a clink against his palm. Rian retrieved his hand and began counting them.
“That’ll do. Oh…and Y/N, we have news for you. For all the women who live here,” he began. A devious smirk plastered on his face.
“What do you mean?” you asked, stuffing the empty coin bag in your pocket.
Was he going to complain about cleanliness? If so, were they barging into your room at random times to look around and inspect it without giving you a warning?
“If it’s messy, I’m sorry; I have been busy due to my new job. I promise, I’ll clean it,” you said.
“Oh, no…you see…there’s going to be a new tax. Enforced by Odin.”
“Tax?” you repeated.
“Yes. A tax on all single, unmarried women. It’ll go into effect by next month’s rent. You see…all unmarried women must pay an extra tax of fifty gold coins added onto their rent.”
He may as well have punched you in the gut.
“Fifty gold coins?” you repeated.
“Fifty.”
It was more than your pay mustered. It took away from your grocery money.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me- the office is now closing, and I’d like to have some wine before I eat my dinner- have a good evening. Make sure you pay the tax,” Rian said.
He began to close the window, but you put your hands on it to stop him on impulse.
“But…but it’s more than I can afford right now!” you blurted.
“Well then I’m afraid we’ll have to evict you if you can’t pay. Now good evening, Miss Y/N,” Rian said.
Examining mangoes. Even the mango seller looked stiff, staring at them unblinking.
The way I giggled at this, omg. 🤭
“Yes. A tax on all single, unmarried women. It’ll go into effect by next month’s rent. You see…all unmarried women must pay an extra tax of fifty gold coins added onto their rent.”
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