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Jacaerys Velaryon

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✧.* word count: 6.9k ✧.* genre: angst w/ comfort ✧.* warnings: female reader (mainly bcs it's canon universe and I wasn't sure about the gn version of Queen), heavy spoilers for what happens in the book but it still is canon divergence

"You and I burned out our steam // Chasing someone else's dream // How can somethin' be so much heavier // But so much less than it seems // Darling, we sacrificed // We gave our time to somethin' undefined"

War changes people

as always lyric breakdown at the end, also this took a while to write lmao, I feel like Jace is kinda ooc but I'm not sure

“Husband, you should rest,” you whisper bringing the fur-lined coat your dearest Jacaerys had placed on the chair beside him over his shoulders. 

He rouses from his sleep at your soft voice and the weight of the warm cloth. You smile softly as Jacaerys opens his eyes, slightly dazed from the clear lack of sleep. Leaning your body so that your face may be levelled with his own that’s laid atop his hands on the table, you pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of his head. 

“Shall I lead us back to our bedchambers or shall I make us both tea for the long night ahead?” You spoke and lightly brushed some of his hair away. 

Ever since his travel to Winterfell, he’s been growing out his hair more and more. His dark curls framed his face in a way that made you positively melt. 

As if finally registering your words, Jacaerys shook his head and straightened his body from his hunched-over self from falling asleep. You take a few steps back as he stretches, groaning at his aching muscles from the uncomfortable position. 

“Neither,” he groans out, his voice dry and deep from the slumber he was in. Your eyebrows quirked at his answer, “I will make myself tea and you shall return to bed.” Jacaerys explained, causing a frown to bring itself to your lips. 

“It is our bed and you shall join me or I will not go at all.” You defiantly cross your arms. 

Jacaerys sighs and leans back forward on his elbows, bringing a hand to his temple. The only light illuminating either of you was the morbid amount of candles strewn around to keep the room bright even in the darkest night. Jacaerys found himself in his solitary room, working day and night with his commanders and councilmembers. Before meeting with his mother and doing the same thing. 

Day and night he has worked tirelessly. You suspected this of course, with the war at its course, you knew he would spend more time consulting with his men, mother, papers, and swords than you. You did not mind it whatsoever until you noticed it had started taking a toll on him. 

Every time you saw him, whether it was in the brightness of sunlight or the darkness of moonlight, his eyes grew more sunken and tired. Though he kept his body physically strong and you were sure he was getting rest here and there after you have long slumbered. You worried for his mind and sanity. 

You had hoped after Lucerys’ death and his return from Winterfell he’d be more willing to your coaxing to rest. Yet, the contrary had ensued. 

“I do not wish to argue,” he looked up at you with desperation and for a second you almost relented. If only he didn’t look so tired. 

“I do not wish for it either, but you must rest Jacaerys. You have slaved yourself in this solitary world of yours for many moons.” You exasperatedly tried to explain to him without sounding like you were whining. “I doubt you’ve even grieved for dearest Lucerys-” 

“What do you know about how I have grieved for my brother?!” he slammed the table and rose. 

For any other women and perhaps many men, they would back down. Cower at the usually cordial and respectful though stern heir’s sudden rise in tone. But you knew Jacaerys Velaryon. You’ve known him almost your entire life. You’ve fallen for every part of him, the good, the bad, and the troubled. Of which he had many, contrary to the smallfolk’s belief. 

Jacaerys was tired and as such his patience was at a short fuse. You simply had to be understanding. It is your duty as his wife to do so. 

“I apologise for inferring as such, my love. You know I do not mean it that way.” You reached out to touch him, bringing your palm to his cheek. 

His brows furrowed and his frown deepened but he did not pull away from your affections. Even closes his eyes at the feeling of a kind touch after all the brutalities he’s had to think of for the upcoming battles and scuffles likely to happen in war. 

“I mean it in the way that for your sake you should take some time. I am not asking for weeks or even days. I’m asking for a night. A single night when you can sleep in my arms and I could comfort you whole. If by daylight I rouse and you’re already long gone I will not fault you. I know you have much to do. But tonight, rest with me.” 

Throughout your words you brought a hand to Jacaerys’ chest, bringing your bodies closer and feeling his heartbeat. At times the feel or sound of it was the only thing keeping you calm amidst the horrors of war. The fact that he was alive was much more than enough for you. But you do not wish of him to bleed dry for the throne. You wish for him to thrive and he could only do as such if he rested. 

After a soft silence, Jacaerys nodded. He turned towards you and gave you a warm smile, one that made your heart flutter and your mind remembers over and over again the boy you fell in love with so long ago. 

“Perhaps you are right, all of this can wait for tomorrow.” Your smile widened at his words, though he opened his mouth once more to say something, “I- I did not mean to raise my voice at you.” 

He looked deep into your eyes as he said it, begging you to believe him. Of course, you did. 

“My beloved Jacaerys, I know.” 

Jacaerys let out a sigh of relief before reaching to grab both your hands in his and bringing your knuckles to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on it. 

“You are far too kind my sweetheart.” 

Just like that the two of you would leave the room for your bedchambers. For the first time in a while, you finally slept at the same time as your dearest husband. Though if only you knew it would be a very long time before the next time you would do so. 

As the days bled together, you found yourself almost as busy as Jacaerys, though with things much less important than the things which busied him. Due to Lucerys’ death and the impending war, most if not all of the royal family are busy with preparations for the battles up ahead. 

Daemon wanted to quickly arrange battle plans after battle plans, engrossing himself in the meticulous training of his men. Rhaenyra found herself on a balancing beam of being the queen of the realm and a grieving mother. Jacaerys took many of Rhaenyra’s duties after Lucerys’ death, giving his mother ample time to rest. Baela and Rhaena didn’t fare any better, as they grieved, Baela would mount her dragon more and more. 

Many of the mundane yet needed royal duties fell onto the second in command, whether that were Rhaenyra’s councilmen, Jacaerys’ councilmen, or even you. As Jacaerys wife, you hold a significant amount of power. Especially after the people’s oath to Rhaenyra as Queen. More often than not, when it came to the mundane day-to-day business that needed to be managed but wasn’t as important as gold or wars, the men who dealt with them reported to you. 

It wasn’t hard work, many of it had to do with the construction of buildings here and there. Food supplies and trade routes to ensure a stable economy. Communication between the lower houses which had less priority than the major houses. Those things laid on you to then present to Jacaerys, who would only hear the abridged version, relaying that version to his mother. 

It kept your mind busy but your heart heavy. 

As what little time you had been able to spend with Jacaerys had now been dwindled into nothing. You suspect you’d have to get used to it, once Jacaerys rises to the throne, you’d have to deal with so much more as queen consort. Especially considering the state of the Kingdom after the war is over would likely not be as stable as it once was. 

But it didn’t mean it weighed any less in your heart. You missed your husband, you missed sleeping in his arms, you missed his lighthearted smile and small chuckles, and you missed telling him about your day. You missed the time when both of you were children and hearing all the stories of Old Valryia he’d learnt from his mother and the Maesters. 

You felt as though your relationship with Jacaerys was straining. Not by either of your faults but more by the lack of interactions the two of you have shared outside of tense-filled talks of war strategies. 

It fully ripped apart after the Battle at Rook’s Nest. Rhaenys Velaryon and Melys were no more. 

At her funeral, you held onto Jacaerys’ hand as Rhaenyra called for Syrax to burn her. You felt Jacaerys hold your hand tightly as he forced himself to hold a brave face. In consolation, you could only hold his hand against both of yours and offer some solace. 

The events which followed after concerned you. 

“Where are you going?” 

One day, you find Jacaerys quickly putting on his riding gear at midday in your shared bedchambers. You hadn’t expected him to be taking a break from the work and ride his dragon and so you knew he was going somewhere. 

“To meet Addam of Hull,” he replied curtly, securing his clothing against himself. 

“What for?” You wanted to help so you took the courtesy to grab his gloves and hand them to him. A small thank you was his response as he put it on. 

“I have made an agreement with the queen and the sea snake, we need as many dragonriders as possible. We have the dragons, we do not have nearly as many riders. Daemon calls them dragonseeds, potential Targaryen bastard children who have sworn to my mother. The deal was if they successfully bonded with a dragon they would be honoured a noble title.” 

Your brows furrowed. 

“Are you going alone?” 

“Yes, if this is true then I need to convince him. Asking a man to put his life on the line to try and ride a dragon is not something easily asked for.” 

That was when you stopped him. Jacaerys was rushing and at this point, he had finished preparing himself for the ride but you had stepped in the way between the door and himself. 

“And put yourself in danger? Jacaerys, are you positively sure that this Addam of Hull is who he says he is? What if this was a trap set by Aegon or Alicent? You can’t go alone. If you are hurt then at best we lose a strong dragon rider for some moons due to your injuries, at worst I may lose you.”

Jacaerys sighs but he can see some truth in what you were saying. He was taking a gamble by meeting Addam alone, but during his discussion with his family both he and Daemon agreed that finding these dragonseeds found priority over many other things. If the Greens caught wind of their tactic they may either steal it for their own or intercept their means to do so. 

By meeting Addam directly it allows Jacaerys some semblance of control over the strategy he first brought up. 

Control he’s been lacking ever since the people closest to him had started dying like flies. 

So he placed his hand on your cheek and leaned to press a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I hear your concern, but I am confident in this. Have some trust in your beloved husband.” He chuckled into your hair and pulled away to stare deep into your concern-laden eyes. 

Angling himself to press a chaste kiss into your lips, you practically melt in his arms. The moment was intimate and soft. If not for the feeling of harsh leather underneath your fingertips that laid on his body becoming a stark reminder of his next actions. 

When he pulled away there was a short silence before you moved out of the way with gritted teeth. For a moment you wished he would listen to your concerns for his safety more. Time and time again you find yourself wondering if Jacaerys was plunging into danger he would not be able to pull himself out of. 

He is not Daemon Targaryen, who you’re convinced has taken the favour of some god in return for the ability to not die despite the many perilous battles he’s been in. You hope Jacaerys understands that. 

A couple of hours later he would return in the afternoon, though this time with more bruises than he left with. 

You gritted your teeth as the maester recounted to you what your husband refused to tell you. After his return you had only a glimpse of his scuffed-up wear, only to be quickly brushed aside as he makes his way to the dragonpit with Addam of Hull. The maester who treated him, whom you had to quite literally threaten to fess up the injuries of your husband had informed you of what happened. 

Addam was who he said he was, recounts have found records of his Targaryen lineage. But in the process, the two of them had unknowingly walked into a scuffle with the King’s Guard who pursued both Jacaerys and Addam until the two could leave on Vermax. 

When the deep night came Jacaerys found you still awake in your bedchambers, unable to sit still or do anything until you could speak to him. At the sight of you, Jacaerys sighs, he knows what is coming. 

“Wife, please.” 

“I told you to be careful-”

“I know-”

“I told you you could get hurt-”

“I know-”

“What if you had been badly injured?!”

“My love, I know.” Jacaerys, with the patience of a saint and the understanding that comes from also being in the same position as you were in the past. 

He knew what it felt like to be a bystander in the violence of life, he watched his mother get cut to shield him and his brother from his step-grandmother. Only e to watch as she winces at getting stitched. And so he knows what it is like to be worried. To feel helpless. 

“I know I should’ve listened to you,” he nears you and holds your face in both his hands, looking down on you with so much love in his eyes that you could only offer him silence in return for his devotion. “But had I done so, Addam of Hull may never have claimed Seasmoke.” 

Your eyes widened and slowly a smile crossed your features. 

“He did it? He claimed the dragon?” 

Jacaerys grins and nods with you as you’re filled with a renewed sense of hope. 

“Yes, we may win this war without much fight anyways, my love.” 

Despite your clear hesitation in all the manners of how Jacaerys handled his wars, at least that night he was safe and sound and in your arms again. 

The months that followed would go as such, you’d watch in horror as Jacaerys would take more and more risks for the crown. The last strike in which you wondered if he was going too far was when Viserys II and Aegon III were attacked. Had you not begged and pleaded for him to wait a little longer for Addam to finish gearing up to help him, feeling he was jumping into danger unprepared, Jacaerys would’ve died. 

Arguments after arguments followed after that. Especially after Viserys II died in the Battle of the Gullet and the sacking of Spicetown causing the death of many of Corlys’ men. 

After that, every decision that followed Jacaerys’ command seemed to go further and further into danger. Even going so far as to recruit three more dragonseeds, you distrusted all of them. They had no incentive to put their loyalties to Rhaenyra, their only incentive was noble-hood, but what would happen if the scales tipped in Aegon’s favour? Would they switch sides then?

You tried warning Jacaerys repeatedly, only for him to brush you off over and over again. Even mentioned once that you had no idea of the wars that were being played and not to meddle in his strategies. 

You kept your silence to your husband after that. 

Your anger would come in tenfolds when Ulf the White and Hugh Hammer would betray Rhaenyra in favour of Daeron at the sacking of Tumbleton. It would be this unbridled anger that would cause the rift of your marriage to tear apart at its seams. 

Jacaerys seldom slept in your shared bedchambers, choosing instead to rest in his own, figuring any time he would come there, arguments would follow. 

Later into the war when Jacaerys suggested his mother march into King’s Landing while he stakes his post in Dragonstone, you, once more, protested. There was a giant risk in what they were doing. The people of King’s Landing have long been disillusioned by the throne ever since the war started, who to say they would open their arms to her this time? 

Not to mention the bloodshed that follows her, they would become wary. What would happen then?

And as always, your protests were pushed away. At first, Jacaerys wanted to take it into account, but after Daemon agreed to the decision and his own decision to battle Aemond, you realised you had no room to speak in the council of men. 

Disaster strikes once more when Sunfyre would lead to the death of Rhaenyra and Aegon, Rhaenyra’s son, had been taken as a hostage. You had tried to see the silver lining of it all, knowing Jacaerys was falling deeper and deeper into his grief, you wanted to see the hope at the end of it. 

“Husband,” Jacaerys didn’t respond. 

He sat with his hands cradling his head and mess of hair, covering himself from you.

You had fought tooth and nail against his guards to let you into his office, one which he had instructed them to do anything it took to prevent you from entering. You can see why. He was in a state of disarray. 

Papers were strewn about, so much so that you worried about the lack of fire safety in the room, considering the candles were still lit. There was spilt wine on the ground, some long dried into the cracks of the wooden flooring. The place was a mess and in the middle of it all cowered Jacaerys. 

“Jacaerys.” You called with a stronger tone this time, making your way to the man. 

Jacaerys finally lifts his head to see you. His hair was matted and his eyes were red from crying. He looked up at you with so much desperation that you could not stop your legs from rushing towards him and embracing him.

You fall to your knees as your arms cradle his body which now folds itself into his knees once more. 

“Oh, my dear.” You whisper when he begins to weep. 

His body shook with every rough exhalation. You held him tight against yourself, caressing his hair and back as no more words were exchanged between the two of you that night. 

The next morning, you had hoped that small intimate moment you shared in his grief would bridge back your relationship. 

How wrong you were. 

Jacaerys barges into your shared bedchambers for the first time in many moons and immediately strides towards your desk. Scattering papers around trying to look for something. 

“Jacaerys,” you quickly placed down your book as you were reading before he entered, “What are you doing?” 

When he did not answer and instead became more erratic in his actions, displacing mountains of paperwork that you had tirelessly organised and went through, you quickly stood up. 

“Jacaerys! Enough! What are you looking for?!” You rushed towards him and pulled him away from your desk, clearly in a state of disarray now. 

Jacaerys lets himself be pushed by you away from the table but his eyes still refuse to meet yours. Choosing instead to rake over the scattered papers for the Seven knows what. 

“What are you looking for?! I can assure you I can find it for you without you needing to disorganise my day’s work!” 

Finally, he speaks, “I’m looking for records detailing King’s Landing.” Your eyes widened. 

You did not have much paperwork containing the capital, what you do have though are trade routes, smallfolk routes, tax details, and generally things unneeded for a man leading a war. Though something someone would need if they planned on taking over King’s Landing. You had given a report filled with it just weeks before Rhaenyra’s attempt at sieging the capital. 

“No,” you whispered. 

“You said you could find the papers, where is it.” 

“Jacaerys, don’t be idiotic.” 

“I don’t need your input right now, I just need those records.” 

“Jacaerys, by the sevens, look at your wife!” You held both his shoulders and forced him to look at you. “What are you doing?” 

“I will not make the same mistakes as my mother once did, I plan on conducting this plan through diplomacy. Aegon is dying, my brother is held hostage, and both Aemond and Vhagar are dead. Not to mention Stark’s men marching into King’s Landing as we speak. I plan on joining Cregan and taking the throne.” 

He explains, his eyes weary and his body tense. This was the longest conversation the two of you have held for quite some time and you wished it was for a different topic. Though every inch of your heart begged your mouth not to speak what you were thinking, your logical mind took over, as it always does. 

“Are you mad?!” In three words, you see Jacaerys’ facial expression morph. His brows furrow and his eyes widen before quickly steeling and looking away from you once again. 

“You know what they call her? Do you know what the smallfolk call your mother, the Black Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen? They call her Maegor with tits. She reigned over a short moment before Sunfyre killed her and yet they still like her to Maegor the Cruel. How do you think they will respond to you with Stark’s men marching into the city?!” 

“Do you not trust me?” His voice lowers as he begs you to understand where he comes from. 

But you are an intelligent woman, a far too intelligent woman. It was one of the biggest reasons Jacaerys had fallen for you all those years past. But being an intelligent woman meant having your mind control your words and not your heart. 

“Trust you!?” You exclaimed, exasperated and untrusting of him, “Jacaerys, every decision you have made I have advised you to do something else or alter those plans of yours. Yet all you ever say is to trust you and when I do what I say could happen does happen!” 

And that was the moment Jacaerys breaks. 

“Advise?! All you have done was criticise me! What do you wish for me to say?! That I was abysmally wrong? That you were right?! That I should let you be the one to make all the decisions now?!”

“That’s not what I’m-”

“Every time I look at you I can’t help but feel your judgement rain on me. As if with your eyes you are telling me I told you so, over and over again. I can’t stand it!” 

“Jacaerys, I don’t-”

“Enough! Be quiet! Just- please- be silent for once.” 

He turns around, his back facing you as your hands drop to your sides. 

“Perhaps,” he starts, “Had I married someone who would actually advise me and not criticise me I would’ve listened to her. If I had known our union would’ve caused me this much strain I would’ve thought twice.” 

You felt the entire weight of the Seven Kingdoms break your heart at that moment. You would be dumb to think that the war hadn’t put a tremendous strain on your relationship. But to have him so brazenly admit regretting marrying you was something you never thought would happen. 

Logically, you understood that perhaps Jacaerys was just high-strung, he was stressed, and under a disastrous amount of pressure and grief. And that he did not mean his words. But that did little to bandage your already weary heart from breaking even further. 

The countless arguments, and the intense workload with no one to vent to, weighed on you. The only reason you had restrained yourself from woe was the understanding that Jacaerys had it worse. You dealt with numbers and produce. He dealt with lives and blood. You were not the same. 

Perhaps it was time for you to understand that. Wholly and fully. 

“It is still in the queen’s small council chamber.” You steadied your voice, holding any cracks in your tone from the heartbreak you were experiencing. 

Jacaerys didn’t acknowledge it, simply walking out of the room. 

That night and all nights after, you would spend your nights alone, crying. 

After that day, you would spend the rest of your time with Jacaerys or any of his councilmen with your head hung low. Forcing your contentment on the mundanity of your work of numbers and produce. Unaware of the few times Jacaerys has tried to reach for you before his siege. 

~

The siege was a success, they called it the Hour of the Wolf. Cregan Stark and Jacaerys Velaryon were able to take over the capital and after many more days of stabilisation over his rule more events followed. The sudden reappearance of Viserys and Aegon’s, son of Alicent’s, sudden poisoning by Corlys, to name a few. 

After all was said and done, Jacaerys called for the remaining royals, mainly Rhaena and yourself, in Dragonstone to return to King’s Landing for a celebration. 

Jacaerys would proclaim himself with a speech amongst the small folk, hoping to rebuild his image and reputation, afterwards food would be prepared for them. Nobles would also be in attendance but during the feast they and the royal family would be ushered to a much more private celebration where hopes of rebuilding relationships and easing tensions would rise high. 

You felt antsy over the entire ordeal. Not that you thought the idea was bad. You believed directly speaking towards the small folk would show his down-to-earth nature and create a friendlier personality for the normal people to aspire once more. Showing that the crown was something to be adored again instead of ridiculed and hated. 

What you were worried about was the scale of it all, as it stood many of the men that would be guarding the nobles and Jacaerys were Stark’s men. Which meant utter safety and loyalty as they listened to no one other than Cregan. But that did not mean all of it were Stark men. You weren’t privy to the details of it all but you knew some guards were just that, King’s Guards. Ones you did not properly trust. 

To play on the caring and courageous king, Jacaerys needed to be branded as a good husband as well. To do this, he mustn't start any rumours amongst the staff of the keep that you and he had yet to speak to each other properly ever since the argument you had in your bedchambers. 

So, you must share a space before leaving for the festivities. Thankfully, you were not expected to be in his vicinity while your handmaidens dressed and dolled you. As queen consort, you must also make a new image of yourself. Thankfully, your image hadn’t been sullied amongst your people, considering you were well-loved in Dragonstone. But that did not mean the smallfolk did not harbour any sense of irk for you. 

You must be dressed beautifully and courtly. 

As you stared into the mirror in your room, you took a deep breath. You looked beautiful. 

You did not have much reason to dress properly during the war. After all, your duties were done within the confines of your table. But now you looked ecstatically mesmerising. You only hope Jacaerys thinks the same way. 

“My lady, the king is waiting for you.” Your handmaiden muses with a smile on her face.

You could only respond with a wry smile and a nod as she begins leading you to Jacaerys’ bedchambers. To her, she had dressed you so beautifully for your husband, she must be giddy with pride and happiness. If only she knew the truth, you wondered if she would be disappointed. 

The pit in your stomach only grew as you neared the room, his words echoed in your head in a way that you wished it would stop. It festered and nurtured the growing insecurities within yourself. But before you could think more of it you had arrived. 

The guards open the doors and you make your way into where Jacaerys is, hearing the small giggle of your handmaiden before the door closes behind you. 

His back was facing you and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of the past. You focused on your breathing again. Not seeing the way Jacaerys fiddles with the sleeves of his shirt, blazed with nerves on how to speak to you again after so long. He wishes to apologise but doesn’t know where to start. Especially considering your sudden retreat. To which he does not blame you. 

Jacaerys slowly turns, opening his mouth to say something. But you unknowingly cut him off without looking at him. 

“My King, we should get going, it would do wonders if we could greet the nobles before the speech.” You explained matter-of-factly. 

Formal, guarded, stiff, and cold. Jacaerys bites the inside of his cheeks at hearing you address him with his title and not a term of endearment as he was so used to hearing. He understands he deserves it. 

No matter, what he thinks, the war is done and though more work will now follow him. The burden of blood will no longer follow him. He has a lifetime to beg for your forgiveness. 

So, he clears his throat. 

“Of course.” He offers his arm, half expecting you to refuse it. 

Surprisingly, you took it, placing your stiff palm on the inside of his elbow. You felt awkward touching him in such an intimate manner and he could tell. 

His eyes looked towards you beside him as you looked forward to the doors, waiting for him to start walking. He was transfixed by the sadness in your eyes, the sunken way they sat on your face, had you been having trouble sleeping? 

His thoughts were quickly cut off by your sudden laughter. 

“Oh, husband! Enough, we must leave now, we may continue this later tonight!” You exclaim loudly with a torrent of giggles. 

Jacaerys brows furrowed in confusion but then he realises when you start walking and the door opened. You were playing your role. The role he asked you to play. The quiet queen. 

Your giggles didn’t stop until the two of you were walking towards the carriage which would take you to where the event was held. In a moment, Jacaerys sees the way your face drops from the faux laughs and smiles. Your expression was sullen and cold once more when you reached the carriage. 

Jacaerys wanted to say something but wondered if now wasn’t the right time. So he stayed quiet until the two of you reached your destination. 

In which your faux smile returned as you leaned against him in the many eyes of small folk and nobles. 

The speech was a success, the people cheered for him as you stiffly clapped your hands at your husband’s brilliant words. Baela was the only one to notice your discomfort. Right before the nobles would be ushered towards the other location, she pulls you aside. 

“Are you alright?” she holds your hands. 

“Of course, just, worried.” you confessed. 

“About?” 

“This is too open, I- I’m worried something may happen.” 

Jacaerys, intending to look for his wife, accidentally overhears the private conversation. His jaw tightened at your words. A part of him wonders if despite the success of the siege, you still think of his failures as stronger than his successes. 

He wanted to prove you wrong. 

During the feast, you played your role perfectly, attached to the hip with your ‘dearest’ husband. You laugh as he tells stories and jokes, all the while your hand stiffens and freezes any time you see a guard or a noble acting out of the ordinary. To which Jacaerys always senses, as you are holding to him after all. 

This pushed him to be bolder in trying to prove you wrong. To show you that there were no dangers to his plan and that this event was spotless. Perhaps then he could apologise to you. 

It was on a specific instance that he felt you tense up the most. The two of you had begun a conversation with Lord Baratheon and his wife when the four of you started walking away from the crowds, considering how loud people were getting as they emptied their cups more and more. 

Though the conversation was getting dull, Jacaerys had continued humouring Lord Baratheon’s insistence on continuing to talk. As he wanted to show you that there was nothing wrong. He should’ve seen how the Baratheon was slowly walking the four of them to a secluded area. He saw the way your eyes wandered everywhere, not truly listening to what Lady Baratheon was saying. 

Jacaerys felt your hand squeeze his arm in warning, a simple sign to leave. One he did not listen. 

Until-

“Jacaerys!” 

It all happened in the blink of an eye, from behind a pillar a masked and cloaked man jumped from the darkness. Equipped with a poison-laden dagger, they proclaimed their loyalty to Aegon, Alicent’s son, as the one true king and went to drive the blade into Jacaerys. If not for you pushing him aside, he would’ve died. 

But in return, the blade stabbed deep into the middle of your chest, just below your ribs. The Lady Baratheon screamed, as your body collapsed to the ground, only for Lord Baratheon to take her hand and run. The scream brought the attention of the guards, who were quick to arrive at the scene and cut off their paths. 

Jacaerys falls to the ground to catch your body. 

He cradles your body against his own. Feeling the blood seeping through his fingertips. 

“No- no- no!” he mutters over and over again as he desperately tries to hold the wound in his hands. 

A pathetic attempt of trying to stop the blood from pouring out like a river of grief and pain. 

Your chest rose and fell as your breathing laboured. 

“Guards!” He yells out, “Call a maester, the queen has been stabbed!” He sees many of them scramble to follow his orders and yet he couldn’t focus on anything except the deafening ringing in his ears at his panic. 

His eyes began tearing up as you tried to squint your eyes at him to focus. 

“Jacaerys,” you mutter weakly placing your hand on top of his own which was still desperately pushing against your wound. 

The blood seeped through his fingers like water. There was no end. 

“Even in the brink of death you refuse to be quiet, please, conserve your might.” 

You flinch at his words, thinking back to the last time he mentioned being quiet. Not wanting to see the face of a man who has hurt you so in your death, you slowly turned your head towards the garden in front of you. 

Jacaerys, through his own watering eyes, realises his mistake. 

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. My love, you were always much better with words than I am. I speak before I think and I hurt you over and over again.” his tears began falling, “I’m sorry. Gods knows I’ve been wanting to say that to you the second our argument ended. But I didn’t know how I didn’t know how I could confess how much I loathed myself for saying those things in our room and how I regretted it without another argument. I didn’t mean any of it, my love, please.” 

At his confession, you slowly turned your head towards him again, and your vision began to blur. 

“I love you, please, please, don’t leave me.” He begged. 

You could faintly hear clattering and rushing, armour clanging into one another as you assumed guards were running with a maester. 

“I love you, please.” Sobs wracked through Jacaerys’ body, “I’m sorry.” And your heart broke once more seeing him so pained. 

For the first time in a long time, you wished your worries were wrong, that what Jacaerys had said in the past was true. That you were being far too untrusting over him. As much as you didn’t want to die, there was one thing you didn’t want to happen more. You didn’t want Jacaerys to lose another person he deeply cared for. 

“I’m sorry.” he whispers over and over again into your hair as he leans to press kisses all over the crown of your head. 

With what little energy you had left, you whispered, “It’s okay. I forgive you. I love you.” You wish you could lift your hand and cradle his face as you used to do. He used to love it when you did that. But you found it impossible to move. 

Soon enough, you found it impossible to focus on his voice, then his face, then the ground you were lying on, then the world around you. 

Not a second later, Jacaerys sees the light leave your eyes and what little family he has left from his youth is now taken from him as he is left to weep and sob on the cold ground. Completely unaware of the nobles in the area watching the heartbreaking scene after rushing there after hearing a ruckus. 

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His plan was a success, after all, Jacaerys plan worked. The speech and the feast which followed repaired his image unlike anything else could. Though the feast did most of the work. 

Rumours and stories spread around like wildfire over the heartbreaking scene of the newly crowned king holding his dead wife on the ground. Refusing to let her go, forcing the guards to physically pull him away from the body. 

Any semblance of doubt within the smallfolk that the king was a heartless monster who warred and sieged the capital was gone in a week. In its place was sympathy as they saw themselves who had lost family or friends to the war, in the grieving king who had lost his beloved wife. 

Though Jacaerys wished, for the first time, that he was wrong. That the plan didn’t work. That it wasn’t considered one of his successes as a councilmember would later say. He wished he was wrong and the feast was an abysmal failure. If only that meant you would sleep in your shared bed one more time. 

Just as you had after the argument, Jacaerys would spend the rest of his life as king, alone in his bed, crying. 

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“Jeez, you okay?” Jace suddenly felt a hand wipe away at his cheeks. 

His eyes immediately jolt open, wide and confused. 

“Woah, calm down, you were crying in your sleep so I thought you were having a bad dream or something.” 

His brows furrowed in confusion, a bad dream? He couldn’t remember. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

Finally, his mind snapped into his reality. Jace blinked a few more times before staring at you, your head propped on the palm of your hand as you balanced on your elbow looking down at him. 

“Nah.” He shook his head, before grasping your body into his arms and pulling you back down into his embrace. 

“Shit!” You exclaimed, not expecting the sudden movement. 

All before you giggled again and wrapped his body against yours, one of your hands absentmindedly reaching to play with his curls. 

“Did I tell you how much I like it when you grow out your hair?” You absentmindedly asked. 

Jace hummed a yup into the crook of your neck causing you to laugh. 

He almost pouted when you pulled away to look at him, one of your hands cradling his cheek as he leaned into your touch. 

“So what was it? A bad dream or something?” 

Jace shrugged, he couldn’t really remember. A sense of deja vu hit him. 

“Or something.” he shrugged before cuddling deeper into you and relinquishing himself to sleep. 

“Fucking hell, I bet in every lifetime you’re a handful to me.” 

He chuckled, “Maybe. But that means in every lifetime you’re stuck with me.” 

A part of you wanted to tease him and say ew, but you didn’t. Your heart willed your words to say something else, “I hope so,” you whisper placing a kiss on his forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he responds before the two of you fall back asleep in your shared bedroom. 

Did u guys like the ending ;)))) I really like the idea of a rebirth but this time both parties are better versions of themselves. Anyw let's get to the lyric breakdown

I want to write something which references this song but backwards. The song starts with the lines, “Quietly, it slips through your fingers, love // Falling from you drop by drop // What I had left here I just held it tight // So someone with your eyes // Might come in time / To hold me like water // Or, Christ hold me like a knife.” This is the beginning of the song that references Hozier wanting not to lose something but by holding it tighter, like water, it slips further away. It's too late like a wound you only clasp when you realise you’re losing too much blood. In the second verse, “You and I burned out our steam // Chasing someone else’s dream // How can something be so much heavier // But so much less than what it seems // Darling, we sacrificed // We gave our time to something undefined // This phantom life sharpens like an image // But it sharpens like a knife.” This second verse I want to be explored at the beginning of my writing. 

Jacaerys and the Reader love each other dearly but because of the war, they are pushed too far away from each other. The Reader is logical and smart like Jacaerys, but because of this fact, they don’t realise that Jacaerys needs emotional support more than military support. Jacaerys far too stressed out by the war doesn’t realise that the Reader is just trying to help him. It all comes to hell the more people die because Jacaerys is given more and more responsibility and the Reader only wants to help by carrying the burden with him, something they don’t realise that Jace doesn’t need. It’s a whole lotta miscommunication mess with two semi-selfish people who just want to help. 

Like the first part of the song, Jacaerys tries to hold the wound but it doesn’t work, the more he puts pressure the more blood seeps through. By the end of this section, he looks back to the throne, something he now doesn’t know if he wants or something he believes he wants as the person he loves isn’t with him anymore. Because this song references metamorphosis at the beginning of the album from De Selby part 1, I don’t want to just end it here. This is the end of the canon world of Jacaerys Velaryon but not the end of the story. Suddenly a uni-aged Jacaerys Velaryon wakes up and finds he’s in the arms of the Reader. He remembers he was dreaming something (his past life) but he doesn’t actually remember what it was. But in this life, there are hints of both him and the Reader being better versions of themselves. The Reader offers emotional support and Jacaerys listens to them. 

RUMORES

(Enzo Vogrincic x Reader)

Summary: Rumors circulate both Enzo and famous singer Aitana, you who is his costar, friend, and also the girl who has the hugest crush on him doesn't take too kindly to the rumors and distances yourself from him and he is beyond clueless as to why his favorite girl doesn't speak to him anymore.

Warnings: Some angst and fluff, little makeout sesh, jealousy on reader's part and Enzo's, slight Blas x reader, no hate towards the beautiful Aitana in this nor to Male (Matia's girlfriend) it's a Spanglish fic!

you must have thought your phone was practically playing tricks on you but it wasn't, there it was in bold letters "¿aitana y enzo?" the huge bold letters and a whole passionate article on the topic were enough to ruin your day.

"Que pasa contigo nena?" Male had asked as she sat down beside you, she and Mati were kind enough to let you stay at their place for a while since you lived in Spain but just found your apartment too saddening and empty especially after filming and being in a full hotel for months and always being around people.

"Nada, la verdad" you smiled with a small look in your eye that she knew way too well "Que pasa?" she asked once more and you flipped your phone down on her leg, she put her cup down to look through it and her eyes widened "Aye linda, por esto estas triste?" her small smile made you frown "Enzo no es nada amor mio, obvio le tengo cariño pero mami tu mereces mejor créeme," she said with a small smile

you chuckled a little and shook your head "Ven vamos por algo de comer," she pulled you up trying to wipe the small frown off your face and it worked, between her and Mati making you laugh and the food set on the table you found yourself laughing and having fun.

however, what you didn't expect was for there to be a knock on the door and for Enzo to walk in like nothing was wrong, and in reality, nothing was wrong because he was clueless about the whole situation "Hola hermosa," he bent down a small hug which you returned uninterested and he furrowed his brows slightly confused but nonetheless thought nothing of it

him and Mati went into the kitchen and he nodded his head towards the table where you and Male spoke "Que pasa con la nena?" Enzo asked as Mati turned to look at you and he did notice your off attitude but he also was a nosy one who listened to you and Male's conversation and he knew all too well why "Piensa por un Minuto Enzo," he said and Enzo tried to think but to no avail "Dime," he pleaded and Mati laughed

"Que?" Enzo asked and Mati shook his head "Nada, Nada vamos," after that Enzo noticed when he asked you something you answered with short uninterested answers, and when he was talking you were fixed on your phone and it was kinda bothering him, he hated being ignored and by you, it's like a kick to the gut. "Oye casi haces que Enzo llora," Mati said with a small smile as he sat beside you and you shrugged "Pues que vaya con la tal Aitana," you said a small snarky remark which you instantly regretted, the poor girl was sweet like sugar and Enzo didn't even know you liked him

"¿Ahora te das cuenta de lo mal que suenas?" Mati asked "Si, Si ya lo se," you shook your head sighing, "Entonces porque no le dices a Enzo lo que sientes," Mati asked and you laughed a bit too loud "No no, eso seria muy vergonzoso," you shook your head and he sighed "Eres una pelotuda la verdad nena, si no te mueves asi" he snapped his fingers "A lo mejor la Aitana te lo gana" he said a small smirk on his lips making you smack his arm as he laughed "Callate Boludo," you however couldn't help but smile at Mati

"Oye vamos por unas cervesas?, esta preguntando el Pipe," Mati asked with phone in hand and you nodded a small smile on your lips "Pero una cosa linda, Enzo va estar eh," he warned and you rolled you eyes "Sólo porque él esté ahí no significa que no quiera estar con mis amigos" you said and he nodded "Bueno, perdon," he left the doorway of the borrowed room he was allowing you to stay in and you got up getting ready for the night

"Lista, aye nena que linda," Male looked at you a smile on her lips as she reached her hand out for yours "Tu mas, bueno vamos vamos," you both laughed the whole way there Mati following close and as soon as you enter the restaurant/bar you are met with the boys and even Enzo which of course you understood he was obviously going to be there but it would be ten times harder to ignore him now

hugs went all around but reaching Enzo all you did was smile a small hello escaping your lips but he didn't let it slide "Y mi abrazo?" he asked a small smirk displayed on his lips, you gave him a quick side hug but everyone noticed the sort of small tension and you moved to sit beside Blas, "Hola bonita," he rested his arm behind the top of your chair "Hola, que ordenaste tu de tomar?' you asked looking through the small menu of many drinks

Enzo however watched from afar, you and Blas were friends but you always sat beside him what was different now? he subtly rolled his eyes drinking his beer and looking anywhere else while sometimes catching glimpses of you touching Blas's curls or just laughing and joking around with him in general until he was full on staring at you both and even growing an attitude with the others.

"Y tu que?" Fran asked looking at Enzo "Se ve que te vas a tragar al Blas vivo," Juani said a small giggle escaping his lips already slightly tipsy "Nada, Nada para que me molestaria que le habla a T/n?" he said taking another long swig of beer and Fran smiled "Nunca dijimos que eso era la razon," and Enzo looked at Fran "Voy al baño" Enzo got up and left the table "Oye linda, habla con Enzito porque esta amargando la noche con su actitud" Pipe said in your ear his breath smelling like beer and tequila "Yo por que?" you asked with a bit of attitude in your voice and a shrug of your shoulders "porque obviamente está enojado porque le estás dando más atención a Blas que a él" Pipe said as you furrowed your brows "Estas loco," you said shaking your head

"Nena andale, quiero disfrutar no cuidar de un enojon y unos borrachos," Male said with a small frown and you sighed hands on the table trying to balance yourself "Bueno Bueno ya voy," you groaned and left the table but not before apologizing to Blas and walking around looking for Enzo, you checked outside the bathrooms and around the restaurant "Perdon has visto un chico alto, pelo negro y con ojos cafes, tambien tiene el pelo medio largito?" you asked a waiter who shook his head "perdon" he said and you sighed looking around and asking but yet no one had seen him

your last resorts were to go and look outside in both front and back but you were closer to the back so you exited through the back door looking around and he was there more farther down the side of the backdoor smoking a cigarette "Oye, que te pasa?" you asked arms crossed since the harsh wind hit you and he looked down at you his face blank but you could tell something was bothering him "nada, Vuelve adentro, hace mucho frío" he said as he turned to look away and blew out a puff of smoke and you put all your weight on one foot rolling your eyes "Vamos, todos estan preguntado por ti," he chuckled bitterly "Vuelve adrento con Blas querida, los dos sabemos que eso prefieres aser," he said and you furrowed your brows a hurt look on your face

"Eres una mierda sabes," he turned to see the tears rimming your eyes and he sighed his eyes closing for a moment and the regret was written all over his face "perdon, perdon," but you shook your head "Y no prefieres estar con la Aitana? o sea eso dicen por ahi" you shot back and he shook his head "Tu crees eso? nomas tuvimos un vuelo y una noche con amigos y conocidos juntos, eso era todo no somos nada," he said but you shook your head "Oh pero yo estoy pasandola bien con un amigo y eso significa que quiero con el no seas pendejo Enzo" you yourself laughed bitterly and he sighed grabbing you

"No soy un pendejo, que quieres que yo piensa cuando le haces esos sonrisas, caricias, y juegas con su pelo eh?" he said he was in your face and you both were only inches apart "Eso no significa nada, yo te hice esos cosas tambien" you shrugged "Si eso es lo que me molesta, Solo hacias esas cosas a mi, no a Fran, Mati, Juani, Pipe, ni a Esteban, nomas a mi!" you looked at him like he was crazy but then again it sunk in your brain that he was jealous, Enzo was jealous, you both looked into each others eyes, then his eyes flickered to your lips but you beat him to it as you pulled his face in for a kiss

you both pulled away after a moment and you both looked at each other before he pulled you in once more, bodies pressed together as you both kissed the other with force and need but it didn't last long "Enzo! T/n! Enzo! T/n!" Juani's voice was heard and you both pulled away quickly and Enzo groaned a face of annoyance "Que!" he yelled out "Donde estan?" Juani asked and you grabbed Enzo's hand pulling him with you "Lo encontre, nos distraimos hablando perdon" you laughed nervously but noticed Juani's red eyes which were also watery "Que paso querido?" you asked and he sighed "Pensé que los perdi, y no quiero perder los" he was drunk and it was evident with his slurred words and the scent of beer radiating off of him

Enzo stifled a laugh as you smacked his arm and wrapped your arm around Juani "No ya, ya no llores, aqui estamos amor ya," he dug his face into the crook of your neck as you smiled and you three entered the bar, Enzo watching you both from the back.

at the end of the night you all made it to a food truck that had the best food (According to Fran) and you all ordered your food and ate little by little but you and Enzo took some stolen glances at one another, "¿Tengo que dar un paseo, Enzo?" he knew that was your way of asking him to come along and he stood up walking closer to you, everyone looked either relieved or gave you teasing smiles before returning to their meal

you two at first walked in pure silence, "Debemos de hablar, de el beso" Enzo said and you turned your head to look at him "No te gusto?" you asked with no emotion yet he caught the almost not visible smile on your face "al contrario, me encanto pero quiero saber que significa eso?" he asked his hands dug into the pockets of his jacket and you stopped in your tracks turning to face him "Significa que me gustas Enzo," you told him straight up and he looked down at you "Me gustas y hasta puedo decir que estoy enamorada de ti pero entiendo si no sientes lo miso" you said and he chuckled "Boluda estuve enamorado de ti desde que te conoci" he told you giving you a kiss on your forehead pulling you in for a hug as you sighed his chin resting on the top of your head and his arms around you engulfing you entirely "Y porque no me dijiste nada?" you asked and he smiled "Porque cuando te conoci pense que eras muy chica para mi, una niña," he said "Enzo tenia 21 años," you told him

"Y yo los 27" he said and you giggled "Eso no es mucho" you smiled up at him "Bueno, si no te da molestia que voy estar usando un baston antes que ti, quieres ser mi novia?" he asked and you froze "En serio?" you asked and he nodded and you grinned "Me encantaria," and the walk was ended, coming back hand in hand Fran smiled "Salieron de malas y regresan de novios, quien los entienden" Fran laughed as did the others

"Aye callate estupido" you smiled sitting down "Tu boluda" that was the end of the night, all of you enjoying a night out and you going back to Enzo's at the end ;)

tired

summary: reader wants answers, and when she gets them, they aren’t what she expected. she’s growing sick of this situation she’s in with hawk, and when she begins to pull away, hawk isn’t ready for her to distance herself.

warnings: toxic hawk, swearing, characters aged up to 21.

taglist: @vntgkenz

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like friends, like lovers (l.h)

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 19.9k

involves: bestfriend!luke, college!au, unrequited love (perhaps), jealousy, toxic friendship, language, insecurities, emotional cheating (not involving the reader), mentions of drinking, mentions of violence, unprotected sex, slight possessiveness, slight breeding kink, praise, luke is just clueless 

summary: luke hemmings had been your friend since childhood. it would have been perfect if you hadn’t fallen in love with him. because then you wouldn’t have had to live with knowing the love of your life did not feel the same way. but when you try to do what’s best for both of you, it leads you to realize you didn’t know him as well as you thought. that he didn’t know himself as well as he thought, either.

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You couldn’t remember when you’d fallen in love with Luke Hemmings. 

It might have been high school, when, despite his popularity, he always made sure you were never more than an arms length away, often with you wrapped under his arm. Inviting you to all the parties that many times people solely invited him to. But he made it quite clear that without you, he would not be attending. Running up to you first from the field whenever his team won the game, picking you up and spinning you despite your squeals of protest. Walking you to and from each class, not caring that he’d have to run to get to his own class in order to not be late. Giving you that charming smile with twinkling eyes that had the rest of the student body falling at his feet. But that still somehow felt special for you, his special girl, like he always called you. 

But it also might have been middle school. When you both shared your first kisses on the eve of entering high school because you were curious and nervous about it being with anyone else. Because there was no one you trusted and felt more comfortable with than your best friend. 

It may even have been elementary school when he held your hand as you two walked back home from school, not caring about catching a girl’s cooties. When he stood up against playground bullies for you, puffing out his chest to seem a little more scary to the older boys as he stood between you and them. Declaring that you were his best friend and they’d have to go through him first. He was your protector from that moment on. 

It was definitely before college. Because you already felt that warmth and longing each time you were in his presence by the time you both arrived to university. You’d chosen the same one and it felt natural that you would spend this new portion of life together, like you always had. You had been ecstatic when he told you he was going to go to the same university you had chosen only a month beforehand. And judging by his excited grin and tight hold on you when you hugged, he was equally as relieved that you wouldn’t be separated. It felt strange, wrong even, to think of being away from each other, not having the comfort and strength that you’ve only ever been able to find in each other.

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your camera roll if fezco was your boyfriend 💨

don’t touch my girl- Fezco x Reader (Part 5)

summary: sisterly love… am i right?

wc: 4,063 (longest part so far)

warnings: a lot of cursing, mentions of childhood illness, mentions of parent death, extreme angst (get some tissues)

a/n: this part was equally hard to write as it was to watch. withdrawal and addiction doesn’t look like something easy that you can just turn on and off. and it was hard to see it, it was hard to write it. my heart goes out to everyone who has gone through this and everyone that has a loved one going through it♥️

as usual, if you wanna be tagged lmk, feedback is appreciated and happy reading 🦋

part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~

Dealing with Rue’s addiction was draining. Especially when all you wanted was to help her. You saw her as family, Fez too, which made it even more painful to see her go through to all of that. It got even worse when Rue’s mom called you to go over to their house for some type of “intervention”. You said goodbye to Fez and Ash, got in the car and drove over to the Bennett’s. You slowly walked into the house and looked everywhere, almost calling out for Leslie when-

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The Secrets One Keeps || J.M, R.C 

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Summary: You spend the day with some unexpected company. Meanwhile the tables turn for JJ as he stumbles onto something he’d never thought he’d see.  

Warnings: Emotional pining, bit o’ angst, swearing, references to stalking ig :’), mentions of drug usage. 

Pairings: Reader x JJ Maybank, Reader x Rafe Cameron

A/N: Thank you guys sm for being patient with me and this fic, I’ve said this before but your beautifully kind words of encourgement really make the frustrating process of wanting to get everything perfect, sosoososososoooo worthwhile!! 

<< Part 3 || Part 5 >>  

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Part 4

JJ’s eyes held the weight of the world as he engaged in an intense stare down with the chipped ceiling above him. He hadn’t slept at all, not even able to lull himself into that midpoint where one teeters the line between lucid and unconsious.

After coming home to an especially furious Kie, it had taken the pair what JJ had figured to be a minimum of 1 hour and a half to hash out the argument.

“JJ you see the way you’re behaving right?” Kie had always been calm when she argued. It drove JJ insane. Because whilst he was all flailing limbs and incoherent yells, Kie was cold and repulsed. Although he knew it was probably better for him that she didn’t add fuel to the situation, he would have preferred it if she showed the same form of passion behind the hysteric. It would have made him feel less batshit crazy in comparison.

But the main reason why he hated arguing with her was because he didn’t know how. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to reach a conclusion with his lover without feeling either looked down on and ashamed or left with the sly feeling of underplaying tension still in the air. Usually he’d attempt to ignore it until it went away, however this time every part of him told him that it would not be the case. Not when the subject of the argument was you.

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vlive yoongi my beloved

No Rebounds (myg) - masterlist

Summary- A look into you and Yoongi rediscovering why you fell in love and trying to save your marriage.

word count- 10.6k and going

pairing- husband!Yoongi x reader

rating- R

genre- marriage!au, angst, fluff, smut

warnings- talks of infidelity (but no infidelity), depression, infertility, overworking, hospital visits, unsupportive parents, financial issues, talks of divorce, explicit smut, miscommunications, therapy

updates- weekly (wed at 7pm EST unless I forget)

a.n- Welcome to my first drabble series where I basically make OC and Yoongi cry. Tbh it wasn’t started with the intention to be this angsty but as I planned it out it’s gotten that way. I hope you like this!

Got questions about the series, or want to be on the taglist? Send me an ask! 💕

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Number 456(Seong Gi-Hun x Reader Smut)

Summary: You and Gi-Hun meet during the Squid Games and join alliances. What happens when he tries to protect you from the night fights?

Warnings: Age gap, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, fingering, oral, dirty talk, mention of death. 

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𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 | 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐲

Summary: The cast of obx takes a trip, Drew and Reader end up sharing a hotel room with one bed

Warning: bad punctuation and capitalization

EDITED!!

not my gif ^ creds to owner

You and your fellow castmates went on a group trip to Los Angeles California. Chase came up with the idea that you all should have some bonding time together and to take a trip to Universal Studios, and everyone agreed. 

To save money on hotel rooms, everyone had to share, so two people per room, kinda like the buddie system. 

So Madelyn and Madison shared. Chase and Rudy shared. JD and Austin shared. And so that left you to share with none other that your crush of 2 years. Drew Starkey.

Finally arriving at the hotel, everyone is tired and worn out from the LONG flight, and doesn’t wanna do nothing more than to hit the hay. Everyone made there way out of the rental car that chase had bought, grabbed their things and made there way up to there shared hotel rooms.

“here, let me help you with that” you heard a voice from behind you. you turn around to be faced with the man himself, drew. “no no it’s fine I got it” you reply. he raises a brow and says “you sure, it seems really heavy” “ya, I got it but thank you” you smile up at him and continue to the elevator.

You get to the elevator and press the button going up. you waited patiently until your heard the ‘bing’ sound signaling that the elevator had arrived to your floor. “ladies first” the raspy voice of Drew Starkey said. You blushed lightly at his manners and walked into the elevator dragging your suitcase and duffle bag behind you.

After the peaceful ride up the elevator you finally made it to the sixth floor. you guys walked down the hallway looking for your room number until you finally find it. Drew puts his bag down and reaches in his pocket to get the key and open the door. He pushes it open and signals for you to go first. You walk in and set your bags down.

You walk a little deeper into the room barley being at the entryway to see that there is only one bed. Great. Drew walks up behind you and goes to sit on the bed. He lays down and exhales deeply signaling that he was extremely exhausted.

“I-I’m gonna go to the bathroom to get changed and stuff” you say shyly while walking to your bag to get your makeup kit and pajamas. “alighty” he replies from the bed with his eyes still closed.

After you finish up in the bathroom you walk out and sit in the love seat by the window. Drew gets up and goes to the bathroom, probably to change. You get comfortable in the chair, huddled in your little blanket you brought with you and closed you eyes.

Drew comes out of the bathroom and sees you chillin in the chair. “what are you doing” he asks chuckling lightly to himself. You open your eyes to see drew standing there, leaning against the wall. He was shirtless and had on a pair of black sweats, and his hair was a bit damped. I guess he took a quick shower.

“going to sleep” you reply that came out as more of a question. “in the chair?” he asked slightly confused. “ya, I mean sense there’s only one bed, and you looked really exhausted I thought that you could have it” you say sitting up a little more, clearing your throat.

“no, come sleep in the bed with me, that chairs mad uncomfortable” he says moving the sheets and climbing under. “are you sure, its not really a big deal. I could ju-” “just come here” he said softly cutting of your mini rant. 

You sigh in defeat pushing the blanket off of you and walking over to the bed. Drew moves the cover so you can climb under it. You wrap up in the thick comforter with a sigh of how comfortable it was unlike the chair.

You tossed and turn trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but nothing was working. “come here pretty girl” he says opening up his arms to you. You slide over into his embrace and finally find a comfortable position, letting sleep take over you.

a/n: this one kinda sucked too,, but y’all let me know! please send some feedback!

I know that spark

Drew Starkey x female!Reader

Summary: Being the mama of the group means having to be rushed home to take care of her drunk friends. But one of them in particular needs a special attention.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing

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It didn’t take long for the door to open after she rang it. Chase greeted her with a tight hug, still trying to contain his laugh about the reason he called her and made her rush into his and Maddie’s apartment. The cast was celebrating the release of season two of Outer Banks with takeout and lots of drinks in the comfort of Chase’s home. (Y/N) was meant to arrive late, her flight back from Atlanta was delayed and before she could finally go home to change and join her friends, Chase had called her, stating that she was needed. She just wrapped shooting a movie there and she was excited to go back home to hang with the cast, but she was also excited to catch some sleep. It was already so late that she had even considered canceling the hangout, besides being tired she was also in need of a shower, and since they were all supposed to crash at Chase’s she could just join them the next day in time for breakfast, maybe even take some hangover remedies with her as a souvenir. She was always there to take care of her drunk friends. 

“What did you guys do now?” she asked, stepping inside and letting Chase close the door. He held a finger above his lips, signaling for her to be quiet. 

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hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

Credit:- @drewstarkey on Instagram

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Afraid // Masterlist (ongoing)

JJ Maybank x fem Routledge reader

(None of the pictures above are mine. All credits to rightful owners.)

“I’m afraid of many things, but whenever I’m with you I forget the meaning of that word.”

When you lose someone close your world comes crashing down into tiny pieces. That was the case for Y/n Routledge. When her father disappeared, she became extremely fearful of the ocean. So much that she has given up on one of her passions, surfing.

Nine months after his disappearance, after a huge surge takes out all the power in the Outer Banks, y/n, her twin brother John B and their friends somehow get involve in a dangerous treasure hunt. Between all the wild chases and running around will y/n finally get the chance to declare her burning love for her best friend JJ? Or will she cower and stay forever afraid?

A/n every piece of writing linked on this post were written by me and me only. I own them, and they are not available for anyone to take or claim as their own. It is my work. All credits goes to me. However the characters mentioned in the series were not created by me, I do not own them in any way. Also, the media (songs, pictures, gifs) included are also not mine, all credits to rightful owners.

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• negative one - the story before us

• zero - how it all began

• one - the five secrets of jj maybank

• two - the calm after the storm

•three - family heirloom

•four - siblings querelle

• five - but what if?

•six - too much to risk

•seven - mommy issues

•eight - coming soon!

the wedding planners | jjk

↳ alternative title: ‘til death do us part? i’d rather die than be with you.

summary: jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding. 

and then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.

{enemies to lovers!au, wedding!au}

pairing: jungkook x female reader (and some side yoonseok) word count: 28k of self-indulgent banter genre: fluff, light smut, light angst warnings: alcohol consumption and too many clichés a/n: woo boy. i don’t want to make this a/n too long but i know it will be. first, this is the longest fic i have ever written, ever. second, thank you to all of the support i’ve gotten while writing the original fic and the revamp. it’s been a long 6 months, people. third, i am tagging: @jeonhoney, @wicdrop, @gukhopes, @workofteaguk, and @army-author for being so damn supportive while i was writing this, and @kitschkylo because u asked me to! fourth, this is way better than the original fic and thus makes me even more proud of it. i finished it, you guys. it’s here.  DISCLAIMER: in no way is this a realistic portrayal of planning a wedding/getting married. if you’re planning a wedding, don’t rely on this fic to guide you. it’s just a bad idea.

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summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

all-inclusive warnings: platonic!rafe x reader, jj x kiara, angst, swearing, brief mention of abandonment, drug and alcohol use, smoking, fighting, sexual inuendos, jealousy, lowercase intended, typos for sure

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄: you spend a day with the pogues while being ignored by a certain blonde without knowing the reason why until you decide to confront him.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎: jj tells you to push through with your plan to end your friendship with the eldest cameron sibling.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: confrontation was sparked up as rafe became too concerned for you at the celebration of the blonde pogue’s birthday.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: coming soon!

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Next Door | myg [oneshot]

⏤𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.

⏤𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mentions of masturbation, strong language, dirty talk, oral sex [female and male receiving], spanking, slight ass play, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm

⏤𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff (?), smut

⏤𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 10.3k

m.list / ko-fi

A/N: Yes cats can growl. Also, don’t forget to follow me for more ^.^ and let me know what you think about this one!

A big groan leaves your lips as you cover your ears while shutting your eyes. The sound of loud music echoing throughout your bedroom even through your covered ears. Fucking asshole. You curse at your fucking rude neighbor who blasts his music every night and if not — you can hear some whiny girly moans as the headboard of his bed bangs against the thin wall. You already live here for two months — two months with constant disturbance caused by your neighbor. You check the clock on your phone. 

10:05pm. 

Another bass echoes throughout the thin walls. That’s it. You angrily put your slippers before tying up your fluffy pink robe. You storm out of your apartment, legs stopping in front of your neighbor’s front door. Knocking, you cross your arms over your chest as you wait for him to get his rude ass over there. As you wait a whole minute for him to open the freaking door — there’s nothing happening. You can still hear the music blasting through his apartment and that’s when you decide to angrily knock on his front door. Over and over again. You’re ready to kick the door when they suddenly open causing you to stop your movements.

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Bottle Rockets (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Summary: You don’t need feelings. You don’t need friends. You need to stop obsessing over the fact that Sweet Pea is spending his summer with Josie instead of lighting bottle rockets with you. 

Based on Request: hello!! could you maybe write something where the reader was a northsider friends with sweet pea and he kind of ignored her while he was with Josie for the summer and now the reader is ignoring him and he’s feeling miserable because he misses his friend (and maybe has actual feelings for her)? thank you 💚 

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 14,976

Author’s Note: This goes so far beyond the original request, but I started writing it, and the story just took life. I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it. [Insert normal begging/plea for feedback in asks and reblog form]. Also, I tried to capture some of the Sweet Pea we saw flirting with Josie. Hopefully, there was some success. 

Warnings: Language (there’s always language). Underage drinking. Minor jokes about killing yourself (because of boredom). References to sex.

When it came down to it, it was all the Black Hood’s fault.

If it weren’t for him, the town wouldn’t have been so on edge and quick to shut down Southside High, ignoring years of hostility and prejudice and throwing over half of the student body into the already crowded halls of Riverdale High.

And while that itself was less than ideal, the situation would have at least been manageable if The Black Hood hadn’t murdered Midge. Because that changed everything.

That led to Fangs Fogarty getting arrested. Which prompted Ms. Klump to shoot Fangs. Which incited the riots and all of that wreckage. Which landed you in the seat next to Sweet Pea for the remainder of Physics.

The first day of the new seating arrangement came with little warning or fanfare—unless of course, you counted the fact that the trophy case was still cordoned off with caution tape and pretty much the entire student body all slipped on Southside Serpent jackets yesterday under threat of death from Veronica Lodge and Cheryl Blossom.

But still.

Walking into physics with your teacher mumbling “Your new seat is on the board—as if he knew he was about to cause the Riots - Part 2–was the first indication that shit was about to go down. Looking at the list of names, with you being placed towards the back right corner and seated next to a kid whose name you did not recognize should have been your second clue. Because you knew everyone who was supposed to be in this class. And maybe if you’d used a little bit of deductive reasoning, you would have known who you were sitting next to before the hulking mountain of flannel and leather dropped into the seat next to you.

“This is bullshit,” he grumbled, slamming his books on the table and pushing them up out of his way.

It was Sweet Pea. Of all the people in this class, you were sat next to the angriest one of all. The one who hated Northsiders with every fiber of his being. So much so that he threw a trashcan through the trophy case.

And whose best friend was shot by his classmate’s mom, a little voice inside your head reminded you.

You ignored her, as you normally did when she brought up irrelevant or otherwise inconvenient facts.

“What?” he growled turning to meet your gaze.

You blinked twice, unaware that you had been staring at him and shook your head giving what you hoped was a casual shrug. “I just didn’t know that your name was–”

“Sweet Pea.” His brow furrowed even more than it had a second ago making his face even darker if that was possible. “My name is Sweet Pea.”

You rolled your eyes and looked back up to the front, your eyes landing on the projected seating chart once more. 

The rest of physics passed by in silence between the two of you, Sweet Pea keeping his head bent close to his notes and you keeping your eyes trained on Mr. Flutesnoot so you didn’t take note of any of the other empty chairs in the classroom.

The rest of the week followed the same pattern as the first day. You arrived first and took your seat. Sweet Pea arrived a little later and dropped angrily into his. The two of you would silently complete your work, pack up as quickly and quietly as possible when the bell rang and then dash off to your last class of the day.

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love alive ⤑ jjk | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party. 〞post break up au. exes to lovers au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jungkook x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of alcohol, swearing, so much angst, pining? i guess, they’re both broken up but still love each other so there’s that lmao, reader emotionally cheats a fair amount, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, pussy eating, hair pulling, fingering, dirty talk, this was supposed to be soft sex but idk what happened, okay it’s kinda soft but also feral, tender feral sex, aka the seraphjoon vibe, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, multiple orgasms

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: YEEEHAW LOOK I DID SOMETHING !! i had sudden inspo for this fic and while it HURTS it doesn’t hurt too bad i dont think. anyway, i hope you enjoy it but its like 3am so i’m going to bed now hawyeet

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ edited by my wonderful beta @shadowsremedy​

One late Friday evening, Jungkook finds himself in his apartment. He’s currently sat on the sofa, simply staring off into space as he waits for his date to return. Jungkook doesn’t really remember much about her, they’d just been to dinner and try as he might, he just hadn’t been able to focus on the conversation. One reason being none other than it had been a completely stilted conversation - first dates were always awkward - but paired with the fact he barely knows her, and that he’d been on about seventeen different first dates in the last three months, he’d found himself unable to really keep the conversation going.

Of course, the second - and more major - reason, would be that she’s not you.

But Jungkook would rather not think about that right now.

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Whole Lot of Red ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Sneaky meet ups with Draco where nobody knows the two of you have a thing for the other until the day he sees someone flirting with you and lets his jealousy get the best of him. AU where its around seventh year and Voldermort never existed so Draco never got traumatized !

Warnings: light smut/hinted smut, jealous/possessive-ish Draco, a little more mature themes 

Words: 1.8K

A/N: aging him UP for this one ! and making draco a tad rude bc the way i picture it is just WOW also i like to try to change up the way i write him sometimes :) also couldn’t find this gif anywhere so if it looks low quality its bc i made it >:( i want so badly for him to walk up to me like thaaaat anyways I HOPE THIS IS GOOD

It was a funny thing, feelings, and the way they blossomed in places they had no business being in. Those very specific stomach churning butterflies and skipped heartbeats were unmistakably there every time you found yourself in the Slytherin Prince’s presence. It was a shame really, you had never even given him the time of day prior to the time you were forced to work on a Charms project together but now here you were; completely and undeniably entranced by him. 

Your group of y/h friends and you were gathered in the foyer outside the Great Hall, the doors wide open and welcoming students for the lunch that was going to be served in just a few minutes. Your friends were lost in conversation and you couldn’t be happier as your focus darted around the room hoping to spot the platinum mop of hair.

Out of sheer coincidence, a boisterous group of Slytherins had entered the foyer from the direction of the dungeons, all talking loudly and jokingly pushing each other as they came into view. Your eyes landed on the laughing blond in the middle, his toothy grin almost twinkling under the sunlight that streamed in through the large medieval windows. His gaze wandered around the room for a moment before stopping on you, the smile on his face morphing into a smug knowing smirk. 

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Still my favorite painting that ive ever made <33

Thank you Hélène Marie Pambrun.