#( ❅ v ;; modern || jon. )

[wiredsmi1e]

—̳͟͞♡   .   .   .    𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂   𝙰   𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳   ,   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙺   𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼   𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝙰𝙽   𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈—    she's   still   trying   to   wrap   her   head   around   just   why   this   complete   stranger   had   just   taken   it   upon   himself   to   play   hero   in   the   [   .   .   .   ]   unfortunate   events   that   had   just   played   out   in   the   shop   he   appeared   to   be   working   at   at   the   time   .   of   course   ,   stealing   wasn't   ever   her   first   choice   when   it   came   to   trying   to   feed   herself   ,   but   the   sad   reality   of   her   living   arrangements   at   the   time   with   an   uncaring   monster   of   a   father   who   didn't   care   whether   or   not   she   was   fed   or   taken   care   of   ,   &   her   own   lack   of   a   stable   job   just   yet   due   to   their   rather   unexpected   move   left   her   with   little   choice   far   more   often   than   she   would   ever   like   to   admit   .   caught   𝑹𝑬𝑫   𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫   by   the   other's   boss   as   she   attempted   to   sneak   a   small   frozen   microwave   dinner   into   her   bag   ,   the   petite   pinkette   was   𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒   𝑎   𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑟   𝑖𝑛   𝑡ℎ𝑒   ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 as   the   old   man   who   owned   the   store   grabbed   her   rather   roughly   by   a   dainty   wrist   ,   demanding   her   bag   ,   screaming   that   she   was   a   𝖉͟𝖎͟𝖗͟𝖙͟𝖞͟   𝖑͟𝖎͟𝖙͟𝖙͟𝖑͟𝖊͟   𝖙͟𝖍͟𝖎͟𝖊͟𝖋 ;   she   was   panicking   in   every   sense   of   the   word   [   .   .   .   ]   head   spinning   ,   heart   POUNDING   in   her   chest   ,   lost   in   her   own   mind   so   far   that   she   doesn't   register   the   second   hand   that   grasps   her   forearm   until   she's   being   pulled   from   the   store   out   the   side   exit   ,   the   owner   tailing   them   as   they   make   a   break   for   it   down   a   dampened   alley   way   in   the   rainy   cincinnati   evening 

𝐒𝐔𝐙𝐈𝐄   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓   𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄   ;   she   doesn't   question   who   he   is   ,   or   where   he's   taking   her   ,   simply   following   in   silence   as   she   attempts   to   keep   up   with   him   ,   following   all   the   way   back   to   a   run   down   ,   one   bedroom   apartment   that   isn't   all   that   different   from   the   one   she   &   her   father   were   inhabitting   in   town   now   (   HOW   IRONIC   WOULD   IT   BE   TO   FIND   THAT   HE   LIVED   NEARBY   ??   )   .    she's   still   trying   to   gather   all   of   her   disorganized   thoughts   when   she   finally   hears   him   speak   up   once   more   . 

|   |   |   |   |   ྐ❤︎𓉸ྀི   :   @3atmaggots

ʚĭɞೃ   𝙹𝙾𝙽   𝙼𝙾𝚇𝙻𝙴𝚈   ⤷   “   stay   till   morning.   ”  [   .   .   .   ]   PROMPT   .

—̳͟͞♡   .   .   .    ❝   w-wha   [   .   .   .   ]   𝙰𝚁𝙴   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 ??   y-you   [   .   .   .   ]   ,❞   there's   a   lengthy   pause   in   her   words   ;   large   green   orbs   cast   towards   the   floor   as   she   tries   to   calm   herself   &   the   WHIRLWIND   of   questions   &   worries   that   were   now   raging   around   her   mind   ,   ❝   you   didn't   have   to   h-help   me   back   there   ;   i-i—    𝒕͟𝒉͟𝒂͟𝒏͟𝒌͟   𝒚͟𝒐͟𝒖 .   ❞ 

[imaginarianisms]

ngl j.on's favorite videogame ever is probably the legend of zelda: twilight princess.

[earth4angels]

a beginner's guide to stealing a heart modern jacaerys targaryen x fem!reader.

synopsis: opening the most popular flower shop in town came with its perks — everyday business and a cute regular customer who comes in every week with a new excuse for the sake of new flowers or so he says. tags — fluff, loser jace, aged-up characters. jace is 25, reader is 23. slight cursing, florist au. benji/davos and aeron are little matchmakers. confessions through flower meanings, slow burn. love at first sight, soulmate au.

a/n: thank you to @jacesvelaryons for the inspiration and for those that dragged me out of my jace drought era. this one is for my flower girls.

jace nation taglist (open!) : @jacaerysgf @hxtd @benjinotes @imissyoudarling @rinisfruity14 @ambrosia-v-black @littleblackcatinwonderland @smurfelle @nanaldy @bryscorner @star611 @astrxq @reyndaisy @intheheartoftheking @gracexthoughts @nixtape-foryou @starrgurl46 @ethereal-athalia @stelleduarte @chuuritoz @melsunshine @frombloodandfire @still-jon-snow @velaryonbastard @vee-mage @vividxpages

The sign was now flipped, shining against the rays of sunlight, you took a deep breath as you stepped back — the welcome-in sign now staring right back at you. You smiled, your fingers interlocking in front of you as you bounced on your feet, the joy running through your veins.

“Alright, you can stop bouncing now, let me take your picture!”

The sound of your best friend of many years made you turn, your cheeks still blazing with the amount of laughter and smiling you were emitting all morning.

“I won’t take it if you’re not with me Benji,” your tone sounded demanding, but Benjicot knew better than to know you were serious. He rolled his eyes, the camera in his hands was now in someone’s ownership. He snapped his head towards the thief finding himself face to face with his boyfriend, Aeron Bracken.

“Alright now! Get closer!”

Benjicot playfully nipped his boyfriend’s finger causing Aeron to burst out laughing, you smiled from the sidelines, your heart pounding as if it was ready to jump out of your chest. This moment, you wish you could frame it forever.

Benji threw you over his shoulder causing you to laugh as you started to throw weak insults at your best friend who laughed with you, Aeron did not hold back and used the opportunity to snap multiple pictures.

In the middle of September, when the sun was setting and the chill of the wind began to pick up, to you it felt the warmest. You had your best friends help you open a business you sacrificed so much labor in — Everlast, was now yours and open for business.

The flowers scattered around your desk as your rummaged through the mess of your laces and twirls. You began to curse under your breath when you couldn’t find the note your client had left you, indicating instructions of what flowers they wanted and by when.

“Ha! I found you,” you muttered as you looked through the invoice, mumbling again you began to work. The flower shop had a soft, welcoming aura that made anyone that walked through the door smile. You worked quietly and quick, humming to the song that currently played through the store.

Dringgggg!

You heard the door of your shop open, “I’ll be right with you in a minute!” you exclaimed as you snipped off the bottom of a rose with scissors. You did not hear a reply, you took it as the client was looking into the flowers.

You stood, taking off your thick gloves off, facing the stranger that walked through the door with a smile on your face you paused before welcoming them.

In front of you stood a man, he had short brown curls that reached his chin, and his eyes sparkled like rare gems, if you looked closely, you would see the way his eyes had a mixture of different shades of brown. He was tall, average, but taller than you are slightly. His lips were plumped and shiny as if he applied lip balm. He was very handsome which caused you to clear your throat as you shook off the mid-pause you had made.

He stood in front of the front desk moving side to side as his fingers tapped silently onto the glass of your desk. He seemed nervous.

You bit your lip slightly, your smile never falling off your face, “Hi, welcome! How can I help you?”

His eyes widened, and quickly darted around the room as if looking for something, he opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. You noticed his cheeks got red as it spread across his nose. You tried hard not to laugh, so you spoke, saving him from any more trouble.

“Are you looking for a particular flower? I have many that can suit your tastes,” you spoke softly, leaning forward just a little to show the now red-faced male some of the popular bouquets you had.

He suddenly raised a shaky hand and pushed his hair back, licking his lips he spoke, his voice bringing you to a state of comfort, you found it odd that this stranger had such impact on you. His voice touched you deep, wrapping you in warm hug.

“I u-um,” he cleared his throat, coughing, “I’m looking for flowers f-for my um…” he paused as he yet had not looked towards you, his eyes still looking around, searching.

“M-my mom. Yeah! My mom. I’m looking for flowers for her, an arrangement of a sort,” he spoke fast, stumbling over a few words. You quirked up an eyebrow, finding him adorable.

You opted to saying a thought you should’ve kept in your head, but your mouth ran quicker than your brain, “Your mom?”

The tip of his ears to the bridge of his nose became so red his eyes became more brighter, as if the blush on his skin enhanced the color of his eyes. You pressed your lips tighter holding in a giggle that was threatening to erupt — the stranger was too cute.

You smiled, your lips stretching wide as your chest rumbled with a soft chuckle, “Alright, Mr. Buying - Flowers - For - His - Mother on a Wednesday morning, let me show you our arrangements”

He followed behind you in stumbling steps, his fingers fidgeting, the curls that sat on top of his head spread forward covering the caramel eyes you were starting to enjoy.

“Okay, so we have these, they do range from a reasonable price, but it does change due to the flowers you’ll want to add or the decoration of course,” you were smiling, explaining the flowers you created for display, Jacaerys only looked down on you, his heart thumping in a rhythm that made him feel invincible.

You picked up a bouquet, smelling the fresh aroma of its petals, the smell of fresh lilies, and sunflowers wrapping you like a summer evening. Jacaerys only thought you looked beautiful, as you stood with a flower bouquet in your hands, your hair spread behind your shoulders, the jumper you had on, you were a dream.

“Is it for a special occasion? Birthday?” your voice knocked him out of his thoughts as he scrambled to think of another excuse, he used the most generic one he could think of.

His eyes avoided yours as he looked behind you at the rows of flowers, he opened his mouth to speak, his voice sounding like a haunted door, he cringed — clearing his throat he spoke again, “U-um, just because. F-Flowers should show how one feels n-no?”

You bit your bottom lip again - a habit you were trying to get over -, your eyes narrowing, the stranger in front of you was strangely attractive, odd but you couldn’t help feeling a flutter inside your stomach.

“They do actually. A color and a flower explain what we feel, every flower speaks its definition, it’s delicate, fragile and if given with true emotion, the flower lasts longer than its expectancy.”

You spoke with longing, Jacaerys tilted his head trying to read you. He did not know why he came into the shop in the first place, he just wanted to connect with you someway. You always opened the shop with steps that made you look as if you flew against the wind, a smile so bright it bought warmth in his heart.

Every morning as he went for a cup of tea and coffee for his best friend, he saw you across the street, flipping the welcome sign towards the street with a bright smile, it was then one day he decided to answer the curiosity of an unknown connection he felt towards you, to tighten his hold on the magnetic pull that pulled him to stand where he is now.

You sighed, shaking your head at the thought of your mother’s voice as she reminded you how every flower held a story yet to be told by the owner that bought them. You faced the stranger again, smiling softly.

“Any ideas what you’d like to purchase today?”

The stranger gulped as he yet again avoided your eyes, searching around he sighed, “I’m afraid I don’t know what I’m looking for.”

Finally, you released a laugh bringing Jacaerys’ poor heart to skyrocket, “That’s fine, most men don’t know what they’re purchasing when they enter a flower shop — you’re in luck however.”

Jacaerys knew if he looked at you, he would never look away anymore, so he leaped forward, taking a chance. He faced you, his eyes capturing the beauty of your eyes, as if the force that connected you both wrapped him, he gasped softly. You were more than beautiful, your eyes spoke of stories he wanted to know, a mystery he would spend hours trying to understand.

You were also mesmerized, the caramel eyes that now locked with yours had you gripping your flowers. The breeze of the AC you had on the store suddenly felt warm. The stranger captured you in ways you weren’t sure if it was meant to happen.

“Why?” he asked, the flush on his skin still kissed his entire face.

You breathed in, before smiling again, “You have me.”

His cheeks were now blazing with a red color you grew to fall in love with, he looked away with a small smile on his lips.

“Truly, I am in luck then.”

You nodded, tapping your fingers into the glass table for a couple of seconds to think of your next move. Finally, you moved around your desk standing in front of him.

“Okay, so I made these fresh bouquets just this morning, because they are for your mother, I can give them to you cheaper than usual, a gift from me to you, as well for first time purchase!”

Jacaerys with blazing cheeks, quirked his lip in a small smirk, he found you beyond adorable, special with a heart full of dedication for the passion over flowers and aiming for success.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbled, dazed. You stopped mid-sentence, your eyes wide as the same color he had on his cheeks spread on your own.

“What?”

Jacaerys paused, then as quickly as the flush on cheeks came, the paleness overtook it, he took a step back. He was cursing himself for speaking his thoughts out loud. He ruined the chance to talk to you more, dammit.

“What?” he repeated after you to disguise what he had said. You were blushing; your stomach filled with endless flutters. You watched as he struggled to make a cover for his embarrassment his curls did no effort to help him hide, however. The blush on his face was now a cherry red, if it was not for your own blush and struggle to hide your shyness, you would have started laughing or joked about it.

"I-I'm sorry, I was talking about the flowers, how they are beautiful and amazing, yeah," he spoke fast again, he had now relied on grabbing a random bouquet beside you, examining it, smelling it, hiding the fact he wanted the ground to bury him alive.

You ignored the way your heart was beating miles per second, the way your smile never wavered from being stretched softly across your face. This stranger had you feeling so... warm.

You leaned against the wood of your flower stand, nodding, your mouth opening to a silent 'ah.'

"Well, um... what's the occasion? That way I can help you organize the perfect flowers," you muttered, your cheeks feeling hot, so your hand waved some cool air that made no change.

Jacaerys lifted the bouquet, "This is perfect I think," his voice wavered, unsure, curiosity peeking through the thought. He stopped when he heard you laugh, a sweet sound that almost made him start giggling as well.

You wheezed, "I think not."

He paused, his head tilted to the side, "Why not?"

Between the giggles, you acknowledged the bouquet he had in his hands, "Unless you want to let your mother know you are so sorry and are in a deep grief, then I strongly suggest you put it down and let me help you find something different."

His eyes widened, and he rushed to put the bouquet that held red-spider, and red poppies down delicately back onto the shelf, if Luke had seen this, he would have never let it down, "I did not know... it meant that."

You chuckled, "It's not your fault, many don't know but you have me to walk you through the process," you cleared your throat to stop the giggles, "Okay, so what's the reason, is it her birthday? What do you want to convey?"

You saw him struggling again, his eyebrows creasing, his lips forming a small pout, in his thoughts, you allowed yourself to observe him; he was tall, beautiful, and his entire face was still blazing, held constellations of freckles that had you admiring how befitting it was.

"How much I love her," he spoke shyly, "I haven't seen her for a month due to work, so I want to tell her I love her."

Your heart tugged at his explanation, yearning for the love he felt for his mother, longing for your own mother that you knew was not there for you to wrap your arms around. Your eyes stung, blinking the aching away, you spoke as you moved towards your desk again, "I know the perfect flowers."

Your eyes that once held a brightness to it, faded to a sad glint. Jacaerys wondered what story conveyed behind your sad eyes, in the moment he decided the glimmer that your eyes had looked so much better than the dullness making a home in your gaze.

You prepared a bouquet of 14 tulips and peonies, wrapping them in a scented butcher paper with your store's logo. You sprayed a special fragrance to enrich the color and scent, finally tying a white ribbon around the bouquet.

Your smile returned, feeling wholesome again, looking at your work you admired the beauty before catching the stranger's eyes again who was observing you entranced in your element. Jacaerys never felt this feeling before, you were calming, patient, dedicated to your craft, loving and you never faltered a smile - you were perfect.

"There you go, all ready to be hugged by your mother," you sighed in completion.

Jacaerys never took his eyes off yours now, it was evident he wanted to know more about you, to discover your quirks, to know what made you sad and what didn't. His nose was suddenly enamored with a sweet scent - the flowers you prepared.

"Why these?" he softly questioned, it was as if the flowers spoke to him, he admired every detail your soft hands put into it.

You smiled, looking away you talked as if you were looking into a memory, "Tulips represent perfection, royalty, a mother's job is to look after us, struggling quietly to see our dreams come true, I think the tulips represent your mother's patience, as she knows you work hard, and she is rooting for every step you take."

Jacaerys heart felt as it stopped, as if a force pushed against his chest making him short of breath, your words hitting him deep within the walls he tends to keep up. The love he held for his mother was underestimated, they always disagreed over his future, his mother always wanting the best for him and Jacaerys, holding an ego of wanting to show he could do anything comes into play. You unintentionally read through the dynamic his mother and he had. He had never admired and fell for someone this quick before.

He stood, saying nothing as you spoke again, "Peonies mean beauty and elegance, it never hurts to remind your mother how beautiful she is, and how she holds herself with such class guiding you and if you have siblings forward."

He breathed in, his thoughts consuming how admirable you were, "Wow... well um," he began to stutter again, "Th-thank you."

You proudly smiled, "No, thank you for letting me help you."

Jacaerys matched your smile, both of your hearts beating fast, cheeks covered in a similar hue of red. Time did not exist in the moment, as you stared at him with wonder and him with endless admiration and love. Jacaerys knew it was too early for love, but he welcomed the feelings that came knocking on his door like summer taking over the coldness of winter. He welcomed the warmth, the flutters that occurred in his body, the urge to suddenly go outside and scream from happiness.

The bell of your door rang, you did not bother to check who it was as you continued to look at the male in front of you, a question on your tongue urging to spill out.

"Y/n! Let's go to lunch, Aeron cooked a fancy dish he wants you to try!" Benjicot dragged his feet towards you, his arms stretched out to gather you in his arms to lazily lean against your back.

You snapped out of your daze, as Jacaerys jumped from the loud voice of your best friend, clearing his throat he took out his card to pay for the flowers. Benjicot whistled lowly, "Damn, you must be filthy rich huh?"

Your eyes widened, and in a reflex you through your elbow back to hit your best friend in the stomach, a smirk crawling into your face as you heard your Benji released a loud yelp.

"I am so sorry for my best friend, he clearly was not taught manners," you hissed the last word towards your groaning best friend who whined about how harsh you were with him, "I'm sorry again..."

Jacaerys felt relieved knowing that you both were just friends, however, the question still remained, was your heart taken? He shook his head as he waved you off, "It's okay, no harm done."

You ran his card on the tab, and you felt Benjicot leaning against your back again, ignoring his whining you faced the smiling man, "Do you want your receipt?"

Benjicot observed the situation rather quickly, making it a conversation he would have with his boyfriend about how adorable you were with your first crush in a while. You probably did not even know you were growing an affection towards the rich man as Benji called him now. He smirked, a plan forming in his head, he just needed to consult his lover.

Jacaerys shook his head, the curls moved slightly across his eyes, and your fingers twitched to run through them, "It's okay. Thank you again for all the help."

You smiled softly, "It's no problem, please come again, and let me know if she likes them," you nodded your head towards the bouquet, "Give them to her with a lot of love, okay?"

He did not want to leave, wanting to stay to talk to you, to listen to your soft voice and hear you talk about flowers if that was all you wanted to talk about. But he saw the way your best friend was eyeing him, inspecting him with his narrowed eyes, almost like a lion eyeing his prey. Jacaerys suddenly felt naked. He definitely did not want to cross your best friend if he wanted to get to you.

"Definitely, thank you again."

Smiling brightly, you waved as he took small, longing steps towards the breeze of the peak of winter.

"Have a good day!" You shouted as he waved at you outside the shop.

Benjicot mocked you, "Have a good day!"

He enjoyed the small stutter you began your nagging with, as well as the deep flush your cheeks had. So, you did develop a crush. He chuckled evilly; this was certainly gossip he was going to have a blast telling Aeron before bed tonight.

You slapped his shoulder, "That was rude Ben!

He whined again, "Ow! I didn't mean for it to be a loud thought!"

Your eyes glared at him but held no ill intention, “You could have scared him away!”

Benji stopped his whining before he slowly looked at you, his eyes now holding suspicion, with a glint of mischief, “Oh yeah? You sure that was it? Suddenly so protective of him…”

You paused, caught red-handed, swallowing to get rid of your suddenly dry mouth, “Okay…” your hands started to wave around another habit of yours when you got nervous, “He was kind of cute…”

Benji laughed loudly, boasting so loud that had you shying away as you smacked his shoulder again, now it was your turn to whine, “Stop!”

“Oh, wait until I tell Aeron!” Tears pooled in his eyes as he continued to laugh loudly, “You have a crush on a client!”

You shushed him as you moved to lock the door of your flower shop, making a note to customers you were off to break and will be back.

“Shut up! I just thought he was cute!”

“Yeah, so cute that you gave him a big discount, right…”

You rubbed your eyebrow, your face covered in what felt like hot fire, you wanted the floor to swallow you. You pushed him out the door as both of you welcomed the chilly evening. Your whining echoing through the air as your best friend’s loud laughter bought warmth to the cold giving it a perfect combination.

༻❁༺

You never saw him again, your heart yearned to see the handsome stranger again. It felt as if it was forever since you saw him, you were tempted to search social media to find him. However, you were exaggerating, it was only a week since you saw him, a week and a half. You truly were in deep for a stranger who probably forgot all about you.

You mopped the floor of your ship with hips swaying softly to the beat of your favorite band playing. Too entranced with the errand you were doing, the stranger you longed to see again walked in again, he leaned lightly on one of the flower shelves, his face holding a soft grin.

Jacaerys couldn’t wait anymore, he had to see you again, to talk to you more. He cleared his throat, watching as you jumped, your eyes wide capturing the whole of his heart. Oh, you were so beautiful.

“Seven hells…” you muttered, holding tightly to the mop, “I am sorry! I didn’t see you.”

You rushed to look presentable, suddenly regretting you didn’t wear something better than your overalls. He continued to smile softly, ignoring the blush that spread across his face again. He walked towards the glass table again, this time with a better excuse to why he was there.

“It’s okay, I came in quite unexpectedly and quiet, I’m sorry for scaring you,” he stumbled with his words, mentally slapping his head for sounding so nervous around you.

“Ah…” your smile trembled; you were nervous to see him again. Suddenly you remembered, “Oh! Did your mother enjoy the flowers?”

He looked at you with a gaze that made you want to hide, and it was not out of fear, but rather you couldn't explain why his gaze made you feel so... full. As if he laughed at an inner thought, he released a small chuckle, looking away to look at your store, surprised you added twinkle lights making the shop look more welcoming.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "She loved it a lot, thank you."

Your body felt liberating, feeling a surge of pride. You clapped your hands together as you jumped lightly on your toes, "I am so glad she loved it."

He locked eyes with you again, this time, the stranger that you now needed to know his name, held glasses over his eyes. You figured you loved to see him this way, his glasses were made for him, and his curls were tussled as if he was constantly running his hand over and over through them.

He wore beige loose jeans with sneakers, his muscular upper body covered by a white t-shirt wrapped with an embroidery vest. He looked beautiful.

Your words suddenly blurred as you couldn't figure out what you wanted to say next, so stupidly you asked, "Um... why are you here?" You slapped your cheek lightly realizing that came out rude, "Oh my, I am so sorry... I did not mean it that way!"

Jacaerys laughed, this time he was more confident, he was going to make it a mission to know you more even if it meant drowning his and Cregan's shared apartment with flowers.

"It's okay, um so I truly loved the flowers and was wondering if you had flowers for..." he paused as he thought for an excuse, "... my younger brother... he won his baseball tournament."

You tilted your head with a million questions that occurred at that moment, the stranger was odd - but you never neglected service especially when the stranger smiled timidly towards you.

"Of course, roses will be your best friend! I hope your um... brother, enjoys the bright red color."

Jacaerys felt like a child again, crushing on his first-ever person, at this rate, he was going to make you think he was weird for buying flowers every week. But, if this meant he was going to see you more often, talk to you, hear you talk about flowers, and watch your face light up with so much devotion, he was open for the challenge.

Biting the inner side of his cheek, he nodded, "I know he will."

Yeah, Lucerys will definitely tease him and probably eye the bouquet of flowers with disgust, questions in his eyes as to why his older brother gave him flowers. Not to mention, Lucerys did not play baseball, and he definitely did not win any tournaments. He played guitar and was in a band.

You moved to the fridge where you kept fresh flowers ready to be prepped. As you took out twelve roses to wrap them in your regular butcher paper, Jacaerys leaned too close to watch you, not watching the weight he was pressing onto your desk.

One moment, he was watching you with a small smile, his heart overwhelmed with the beauty you beheld as you worked quietly. And one moment after the other occurred, the weight of his elbow shattered the desk.

You screamed and snapped out of your bubble. You scrambled to grab your flowers before you looked at the male who began cursing loudly, jumping side to side as he held his bleeding arm.

"Oh my god, oh my god," you panicked watching the blood that seeped out of his arm. You breathed in and held your breath to avoid the nausea that was crawling up your system, you and blood were never a good combination.

You moved to grab a clean rag and rushed towards the male who now held teary eyes. Pressing a warm towel to his wound you grabbed his hand to press it against your hand, "Hold still! Press the rag towards your wound!"

He whimpered, embarrassed out of his mind, he could not believe he made a fool out of himself in front of you to make matters worse.

You grabbed your keys and rushed to push him out the door. You winced as you saw the puddle of blood on the floor of your shop. You would make Benji clean it for you, your mind was occupied with the injured male.

Jacaerys protested he was okay, but with the adrenaline that was running through his body, he did not see the big chunk of glass in his arm. However, you did, and you felt wobbly.

"Oh god..." You wanted to puke now.

You drove fast to the clinic nearby, rushing to get the still protesting male out of the car to the lobby, his face was pale but if you looked enough, he was completely embarrassed. You breathed hard through your mouth, avoiding breathing through your nose.

If this did not make you run for the hills and ban him from ever stepping into your shop, he would not know what to do. Cregan and Lucerys would have a field trip teasing him for being this idiotic.

As he sat in the clinic bed, his arm now wrapped in gauze, the color of his cheeks now returning back to normal, he groaned slamming his hand against his face. He had ruined his chance with you.

You knocked on the door softly, walking in with soft steps towards him. Jacaerys had his eyes wide open, his mouth opening to a small 'o'.

"How do you feel?"

Jacaerys wanted to bury himself deep inside the earth's crust and never appear, "U-U-Um, idiotic? Embarrassed. I promise to pay for the damage I caused. I am so sorry! I promise to pay you!"

You snorted when you heard his fast scattered speech again, he was too cute. You placed a hand on his shoulder stopping his apologies, "How about you heal first and then we'll talk about how to hold your strength back Mr. Hulk."

Please kill me, Jacaerys thought as he watched you chuckle, shaking your head as you tapped his shoulder softly.

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Benjicot and Aeron laughed loudly together. Benji had his arm wrapped around his boyfriend's neck, Aeron giggled into his chest as you drank your glass of wine, cheeks red again.

"So, wait, after that, he ran away?" Aeron questioned as he giggled.

You groaned into your hands, before nodding, "Yes! I went to fetch him some snacks because you know blood loss or something, and I was told he paid for everything and left!"

Benji scoffed, "Well at least he paid but," he snorted, a laugh building in his throat, "Shattering a glass table? You truly had him mesmerized darling."

You threw a piece of your garlic bread at him, he laughed as he moved to the side to miss your hit, "Oh shut up! He was just embarrassed, besides glass tables are fragile! It was bound to break anytime soon."

"Right, right. Calm down, protective girlfriend, I was only teasing," Benji stuck his tongue out, blowing a raspberry. You imitated him, flipping him a finger instead as he winked, "You wish darling but unfortunately, I don't like sharing."

You moaned in disgust, "Ugh Benji! Keep the bedroom stuff private!"

He snickered, "What? I'm only saying!"

Aeron who watched in the embrace of his boyfriend smiled softly at the childish antics of you both. There was nothing better than being in the presence of both of your energies, this was home to him.

"What are you going to do when you see him again?" Aeron asked quietly watching carefully how you blushed and shrugged your shoulders.

"Attend to him like a regular customer? I don't know."

Benji made eye contact with Aeron, and a silent agreement came across their silent conversation.

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"Thank you so much for coming Fleur, I hope your wedding is the best dream. I will place an order on those arrangements you asked for and I will deliver them to the reception first thing in the morning!"

Your regular customer smiled as she hugged you, thanking you for everything you have done for her. You will never ask for anything better than to watch the happiness on your client's faces with every rose you gave them.

As you waved her goodbye, a tall male entered behind her, he was blonde, with a short stubble. You were confused as to who this was, you had never seen him around before. The male looked at you up and down, a small smirk forming.

Eyebrows scrunched together, a frown forming on your face, you calmy and politely asked, "Hi, how can I help you?"

"So, you are the girl that has my good old friend freaking out that he made such an idiot of himself?"

Your face features switched from a slight anger to confusion to realization, "Oh? Oh!"

Cregan smirked, "I came on behalf of him to bring you a brand-new table, before you protest, Jace had said to physically fight you if you denied his apology. So please, allow me to bring it in, I truly do not want to lock you in the bathroom or something."

You started to argue as he moved towards the door to grab the desk, "Hey! No!"

Cregan clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Ay. Let me bring it in, please. Allow my fool of my best friend to get a piece of calamity, he has been embarrassed for two weeks now, and trust me, he gets annoying with that ramble of his."

You bit your lip, "Okay... fine. I will allow you to replace my table, but please tell him there is no need. And I send all my friendly encouragement for him to get better."

Cregan thought you and Jacaerys would definitely make the cutest couple, he can spot all the similarities already. His foolish friend just needed to grow a good set of balls to ask you out. He simply waved you off, "Will do."

Cregan moved fast and quietly, he never said a word to you after that. He did however observe you, he was curious to why his best friend was so deep into you, and then he realized, the way you handled yourself, spoke, and thought… made you stand out to the many girls that threw themselves to Jacaerys.

With a final push and a wipe across the clean glass, Cregan stretched his arms upwards to release the balls of stress that formed in his shoulders.

“Alright, there you go. If you see Jace, please tell his clumsy little self to stay away from glass and anything breakable.”

You laughed, so that was his name. Jace.

“Will do, please let him know it’s okay. It was an accident, and I will be happy to see him again if he plans to pick up the flowers for his brother’s tournament present.”

Cregan’s face turned confused, tournament? Luke did not play sports. He paused to question what you were talking about until he realized the stunt his friend did. His face turned from confused too humorous. He laughed as he nodded, walking out the door not saying a thing to you leaving you more confused than ever. Cregan and this Jace were truly odd people.

Jacaerys was truly a lovesick idiot.

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It was now December; you were thankful of your business blooming upon everyone. You had business every day, especially with formal events coming up, and everyone wanting to decorate their homes with pretty flowers for the festivities. You couldn’t ask for anything better.

Jace, who you finally found out his real name, Jacaerys, was a regular. After overcoming his embarrassment and shyness of coming face to face with you after breaking your desk — came by every week for fresh flowers. You wondered if he truly had a big family, as every bouquet was for an aunt, uncle, brother, half brother, sister who was also a cousin… you were confused by his odd family tree but never questioned it.

On a Thursday afternoon, before it was time to close, he came by again, excitedly you welcomed him. Your heart never failing to beat fast as you saw him walk in.

“Hi Jacaerys, how are you?” you watched as he sighed, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly. Your finger twitched to fix them.

“Alright, a lot better now that I am here though,” he muttered shyly, you grinned hiding your blush behind your hair.

“Right, so what can I do for you?” You pulled your regular butcher paper, and some scissors ready to prepare flowers for him.

Jacaerys was now running out of excuses, Cregan was beginning to get annoyed with the excessive amount of flowers that now consumed their home.

Rhaenyra was constantly confused to why her son always walked in with a dazed smile on his face and a new fresh of bouquet. She was beginning to question if he was stealing these bouquets but she knew better than to assume her son stole anything. Her mind automatically went to the question of whether his son was in love and she hoped that you were a kind girl with a big heart because Jacaerys needed someone to love him massively, and with Jacaerys came a big family that meant the world to him.

“Well, it’s my dad’s birthday tomorrow and you’re the best at making the best flowers. He needs some color in his office,” he said, his smile trembling as a glint of mischief flashed across his eyes.

As you moved to grab the perfect flowers you paused, “Wait…” You turned towards him, your head titled to the side with a very confused expression, “Your dad? You said two weeks ago that it was your dad’s birthday?”

Jacaerys entire face couldn’t get anymore redder than it already was, he began to stutter, “Yeah. It was my step dad’s birthday, now it’s my other dad’s birthday, biological!”

Your expression did not falter, “So you have three dads? Because you also mentioned before that you wanted flowers that spoke of the ocean, your father Laenor loved the sea.”

Please kill me, seven hells please. Jacaerys did not know what to say then, “Yeah well… you see… my mom remarried a lot,” he chuckled nervously.

You raised an eyebrow, “Huh… well the more dads the better no?” You poked jest at him, pursing your lips to hold in a grin.

He nodded fast, “Yeah, amazing!”

Jacaerys loved his family but it was quite chaotic with many family members running around.

“Hm…” You hummed as you moved to prepare the flowers, a regular routine that Jacaerys never got tired of. He enjoyed watching you be in your element.

For a while, in a comfortable silence, you held the bouquet out towards him, “Here we go!”

Jacaerys did not know how much more excuses he can come up with just to come to talk to you. He was going to make every second of it be worth it.

“They are beautiful, thank you for being amazing yet again.”

Your cheeks became warm again, you waved your hands around to push his compliments away, “Ah, no you’re exaggerating. I simply enjoy flowers and making people happy, it’s no problem at all.”

Jacaerys put money on the counter, smiling he shook his head, “You’re amazing, never forget that.”

As you were going to give him a receipt, the lights turned off, the music coming to a stop. Your face held an expression of shock, “What the -“

If you took time to observe the situation you would have seen the way Aeron and Benjicot ran with keys in their hands, having locked the door shut, with the lights off — all the while giggling.

You sighed exhaustively, rubbing your eyebrow you looked at Jacaerys ashamed, “I’m sorry… might be a power outage. I’ll give you a receipt when you come around again.”

He waved it off, his eyes scanning around, “It’s okay. Do you need any help in here?”

You moved to the power grid hoping to fix the problem, shaking your head you responded, “No it’s okay, I’ve got it! Thank you Jacaerys.”

Jacaerys hesitated but he sighed inevitably, he had to yet again leave you. He moved towards the door finding it locked. He tugged the handle with more force finding it completely shut. Jacaerys opened his mouth to question why it was closed till he held you yelp loudly. He rushed towards you.

“What? What? Are you okay?!”

You hissed as you stuck your index finger in your mouth to help relief your finger of the sting. Wincing you looked at Jacaerys whose eyes looked panicked, worried.

“Just got zapped by the electricity I’m guessing.”

Jacaerys pulled you away from the power box, “I think you shouldn’t touch it anymore, and just wait till a professional comes to check it.”

You sighed, slightly pouting, “I can’t stay without power…”

He looked down your lips, tempted to place a kiss on them. He breathed deep through his nose to avoid thinking of you that way. He had to take it slow.

“Jacaerys?”

Jacaerys hummed, his hand covering your injured fingers, playing with your soft hands unintentionally. You did not find it weird but rather inviting, you enjoyed heavily his touch on yours and you wanted the feeling to be permanently, but you did not want to scare him away. You shyly muttered under your breath.

“Why are you still here?”

He looked at you calmly, he scratched his eyebrow, pushing his glasses upwards, “The door is locked.”

“It can’t be I don’t have the keys… Benjicot took them.”

Jacaerys shrugged, "Well... the door is locked and there's no way out I'm guessing?"

You groaned loudly; this day could have never been worse than it was already. You were very scared to be this close to Jacaerys, you did not want to explore the feelings you felt for him. The feeling was euphoric and wholesome, and it made you listen to love songs and automatically think of his caramel auburn eyes that reminded you of fall. What made this whole situation more terrifying was the possibility of your feelings not being reciprocated.

Boyfriends, love in general never ended well with you. It was rather disastrous, being reminded of your ex who Benjicot broke his nose so bad he had to get surgery to fix the broken bones. You winced rethinking your experience with your ex-lover.

However, that made you appreciate the friendship you had with Benji, he protected you where you couldn't, he was your shoulder, your shield, and most definitely your soulmate in the form of a best friend. Having his friendship never had you lonely, and with him came Aeron, who you would never trade for anything in the world.

Aeron was your calm, your best friend who took you on car rides and cried with you to songs on the radio or songs that you connected with the aux. Aeron was the one who took you in his arms and held you until your system was relieved of all the pain and stress it had going on. While Benji was the vengeful one, Aeron was the one that said, "karma always comes back to kick ass."

You took Jacaerys into your small office, which was decorated with small plants, your office was warm, the small rays of light from what winter greedily would give as compensation for the cold.

"I'm sorry it's messy, I usually don't have time to clean in here," you moved some of the files out of the couch you had inside your office.

Jacaerys took the time to observe the space, it matched you. It was soft, loving, and warm, as were you. He felt a pride surge him, he got to know another piece of you without trying. You loved working and you were independent. You liked to have your own space and to be alone at times.

"It's alright, I don't mind," he said as he went around to look at the photos you had around the room.

He stopped to look at the photos of you and your parents, to the photo when you first opened your shop. He looked at your smile, the way it lit your entire face making it more ethereal, the way your eyes crinkled full of youth and innocence. The relationship you had with your best friend was special and if he was to compare, he would automatically think of his relationship with Cregan.

Another trait of yours, he captured. You were devoted. You loved hard and with your entire being.

He huffed a small laugh as a loving grin splattered on his face, his heart couldn't have picked a better person to be protected with.

He heard you talk in hushed whispers through the phone, whoever it was, he figured had you stressed as you tugged your hair back in a chunk hold. He felt the urge to run his hands through your hair, to soothe your worries. He made himself comfortable on the couch as he watched you pace back and forth.

"Ben, you come in here right now!" You whispered harshly hearing the small giggle he released, Aeron in the back was giggling heavily.

"Confess, ask him on a date, and stop the constant back-and-forth flirting you guys have every time he comes in," Benji said as Aeron yelled over him.

"There's no way a guy would buy his family flowers EVERY week, either the guy is planting a whole damn garden for Landing's townsfolk or he's actually insane."

You peeked at the said man, your heart giving a short stop when you realized he was already staring at you, his face gave no emotion but his eyes, he was observing you, taking every detail of you in.

You cleared your throat, "C-can you give me a minute?"

Jacaerys noticed your stance became hesitant compared to the confidence you always had. He stood slowly, "Yeah, of course."

As soon as he closed the door behind him, you watched as he leaned by the window of your office, his eyes scanning around again. You shook your head stopping yourself from gawking at him as you turned towards the call again.

"You have 10 minutes to get over here and give me my power back as well opening the door!"

Benji snorted, "And you have 10 minutes to get your shit together and ask him out, he seems like a nice guy, weird but he matches you."

You began to protest as you heard Aeron in the background again, the voice bringing you calamity as usual, "He likes you. No other guy would spend $40-$60 every week for flowers, it's like Ben said, either he's insane or he's planting a garden for the town to see."

You sighed loudly, your eyes following the male outside your office, the sound of your heart thumping loudly through your eardrums. Jacaerys was odd, but he was dedicated, he was funny, kind, and clumsy but something inside you wanted to know every layer that made him who he is now. You wanted to run your hands into his curls, to have him wrap his muscular arms around you, to kiss those pink plump lips of his.

He spoke very little of his chaotic family, and you wanted to know more. He was loyal and dedicated, he was soft-spoken, and he had a heart so big that only spoke wonders of his family. For once, you wanted to know if the harmony of your heart could match his, if for once the quietness of your home could be filled with his laughter and random chattering.

"I'm scared," you whispered to your best friends who chuckled simultaneously.

"You are ready, your heart is ready, allow it to be loved. Take it slow, at your pace, he seems the guy that would do anything to see you happy. Before you ask, I approve, I will just let him know that if he fucks up, I will beat the shit out of him," Benji warned through the phone.

You could not see, but if you did, you would have seen the way Aeron slapped his boyfriend's head to Benji whining before leaning down slightly to kiss his boyfriend's lips.

"Okay," you chewed on your bottom lip nervously.

Aeron encouraged you, "Anyone would be happy to have you in their life, if I wasn't gay and dating this big loser next to me, I would have fought to have you."

You laughed as you heard Benji exclaim a loud, "Hey!"

Aeron continued, "We will be there soon, we're actually in the cafe next door, so we will be there. But y/n?"

You were distracted as you locked eyes with Jacaerys who never took his gaze from you. Blinking with flush cheeks you answered with a waver in your voice, almost in a soft squeak, "Yeah?"

"Try. Allow yourself to be happy and to share your adventures with another that isn't us okay?"

You did not give him another answer as you hung up the phone, you took a deep breath and walked confidently toward the taller male. Opening the door, you leaned against it as you spoke lightly your eyes never leaving his, "Benji, my best friend will come in a second."

Jacaerys nodded softly, not speaking a word as he continued to see you.

"What do you do with all those flowers you get every week?" you boldly asked him; you licked your bottom lip as you slowly bit into it. Jacaerys went from your eyes to your lips, a carnage urge rising.

Jacaerys had two options, either he lies, or confess his true intentions. Cregan over a round of drinks on a Saturday night teased him as to why he was suddenly reading books about flowers and their significance. He avoided your deep stare for a second before he confidently turned towards you.

"I keep them, as for some, I actually do give them to my family members. By the way, they love the special touches you add to every single bouquet."

"So, every bouquet is for a different family member?"

He hesitated, "Uh..." the tips of his ears turned red, his fingers beginning to twitch, "Yeah?" He answered unsure how to answer the question.

You nodded, not believing him. You recalled Aeron's words about Jacaerys and how no man would ever put effort into buying flowers for every member of their family.

"As we wait, I can prepare you the flower bouquet for your um..." You paused, testing the waters, "I forgot, for who was it again? What was the occasion?"

Jacaerys is oblivious to the test you are giving him, "My sister! She loves flowers, so anything I know she would love them."

Your nose crinkled as you held your laugh, gotcha.

"You're a good man Jacaerys."

He beamed, his cheeks blooming to the regular red color you have fallen for.

Aeron and Benjicot had arrived at the shop, they were each sporting little mischievous smiles. You only shook your head at them, they walked into your office shouting a small hello to Jacaerys who took a step back at the glare Benjicot was giving him as he looked at him through the window of your office.

You wrapped two bouquets this time, Jacaerys was confused.

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Jace?"

"Why are there two flower bouquets?"

You were in the middle of writing a note before placing it inside of the bigger bouquet. Your stomach was turning itself inside out as you took a small breath in before locking eyes with the boy that now lived in your dreams, making you wake up every morning in hopes of seeing him stumble through your door.

"This one is for your sister," You chuckled thinking how you caught him in the middle of his excuses, "... And this one is for you. A gift of a sort, for coming in and purchasing from me."

"Y/n, I can't accept this, let me pay you for it," he was talking so fast you laughed, stopping his hand that struggled to get his wallet to pull out his card.

"You can and you will," you affirmed as you pushed the bouquets into his hands, his eyes looked as if it was ready to fall off his sockets.

"I uh-I uh, uh, uh," he stuttered to the point he almost fell straight into the flower shelf behind him.

Laughing you held him by the elbow, "It's okay. Take it as a token from me please?"

Aeron and Benjicot were having the time of their lives, laughing loudly behind the closed door of your office. This was better than watching a sit-com at home.

"Okay, okay," he muttered, grabbing the flowers, he walked hesitantly towards the door.

You walked him out, and as both of you welcomed the chill cloudy day, both of your noses began to blossom with frost, and your insides never felt warmer.

"Take care, Jace."

His name never sounded heavenly than your mouth, he wanted to surround himself with your warmth. He wanted to gather you in his arms and press a deep kiss that left you breathless. Slowly, time will have him holding you in his arms as he proudly pronounced everywhere how lucky he was.

He turned towards you, shyly, with a small voice asking, "Can... Can I hug you?"

You did not hesitate to slightly move your head up and down, and it was as if the world stopped rotating. If this was how heaven felt like, you would live in peace. He was calm, and you were erratic, it was like the moon hugged the sun and made an explosion to loud and beautiful. Two different souls combine together.

You hugged him tightly, smelling the fresh scent of lavender, and fresh laundry, with a touch of cologne that almost made you bury your face into his chest. As for Jacaerys, he held you closely, burying his face into the crook of your neck, smelling the floral scent with a touch of vanilla. Almost, like a small whisp, a soft sound of relief came out of his lips. He was the happiest man in the world.

You both let go with an intention that you never wanted to let go.

Jacaerys smiled with a new touch, it brought you to smile back at him, both of your hearts connected in a way that neither of you was scared to explore what beautiful harmonies it would create.

Unwillingly, a string that wrapped both of your fingers together, separated. You knew that he would return, and till then, you hoped with an open heart ready to love, you'd be expecting him.

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As he gave Baela her bouquet, his smile never left his face. Baela looked confused as to why Jacaerys would give her flowers.

"Uh, Jace? What's the occasion? Am I dying?"

Rhaena laughed, "Relax sister, Jace has been giving everyone flowers as of late."

Baela raised an eyebrow, a confused look still on her face, "Um? Why?"

Jacaerys held onto his bouquet until he spotted the cream envelope stuck between the flowers. Rhaenyra who watched her children debate why Jacaerys was suddenly a flower boy, smiled internally, her boy was too adorable.

He ran up to his mother, gave her a kiss on her cheek, rushed to say goodbye to everyone, and jumped into his car to drive back home.

Luke sneezed, "I don't know about you all, but this corny version of my brother and him constantly smelling like flowers is making me feel so... grossed out."

Rhaenyra tsked, "Wait until you find a partner that will make you become a fool, then we can talk about being gross darling."

Baela shrugged, "I truly don't care however I will say, whoever got his heart in twists and turns, makes the most beautiful arrangements and I want more. He better not fuck this up."

Rhaenyra hissed as small Viserys yelped out a small 'duck'.

"Baela! Language!"

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Cregan was sitting by the couch, a can of beer in his hand as he calmy watched the sports channel. Jacaerys quickly opened the door, slamming it shut as he ran down the hallway into his room, the bouquet of bright, pretty flowers in his arms left a flowery scent in the room.

Cregan eyed his best friend in confusion, before he sneezed, "Oh for god's sake Jace!"

All he got in return was a loud, "Sorry man!"

Cregan only muttered to himself, finding himself eyeing all of the floral arrangements around the sitting area. He shook his head, snorting.

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Jacaerys sat by his bed, the flowers now sat in a vase by his bed. In his hands sat the cream envelope that he was too afraid to open.

"C'mon Jace, open it."

With trembling fingers he opened the envelope, your nice cursive writing welcomed him, and immediately he began to smile widely. As his eyes scanned the words you wrote, his eyes began to look at the arrangement you had given him. His heart never felt this way, if he could give you the world, he would gladly do it, some way. You were the best flower of all the garden, and by the gods, he loved you.

The note that you made held a phone number, and with a small note that explained your heart best, had Jacaerys throw himself onto the bed, all the while screaming a loud 'YES!"

Flowers are meant to describe what we feel, and every flower has a meaning and a reason why we gift them. And for you, I feel so many things that it is impossible to choose what flower fits you. If you get a chance, find the meaning of the flowers and then come find me.

PS: Next time, remember what excuse you came up with to get flowers, you're a terrible liar. with so much adoration, Y/n.

As Jacaerys rolled around in his bed with a big smile on his face and small laughs escaping his mouth, the flower arrangement you made blossomed, finding a home in a chilled season. Lilies, Lilacs, with bright Camellias sat on his desk with a confession of love from you who waited patiently for him to crack your code.

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Jon Snow*Couldn't Resist

Pairing: Jon x f!reader (could be modern or not)

Kinktober Day six: over stimulation with Jon Snow – Jon is eager to please but even more eager to make you a mumbling mess who doesn’t know their own name by the end

Word count: 1114

Warnings: over stimulation, multiple orgasm, fingering, f! receiving oral, dry humping, neck kissing, slight begging, needy Jon, p in v sex, unprotected sex, smut 18+

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Soft black hair tickled the skin of your cheek, rousing you from your slumber. As your eyes fluttered open a moan escaped your lips as you felt soft lips against your neck, sucking softly on the skin. “Jon?” You yawned, glancing down at the man who was already all over you before the sun had risen.

He hummed against your skin, lips never leaving your skin as he worked his way down your neck. “What are you doing?” you asked, noticing his hand softly running up your bare thigh. After a long night with your husband under the sheets last night you had fallen asleep bare, something Jon found to be irresistible apparently.

“Kissing you,” he said, his lips trailing along your collar bones, “Feeling you,” he murmured, his hand running up your inner thigh. You shivered when his fingers ran over your wet cunt, “Touching you,” he finally added, his lips edging farther down your chest, “Need you,” he muttered against your skin making you chuckle lightly.

“You had me last night,” you giggled, “over and over, and over again,” you teased, your fingers toying with his hair.

“Not enough,” he said, his lips moving down your stomach. You sighed in content as he made his way further down, moaning lightly as his finger rubbed over your clit in slow circles, his lips edging further down. “Wanna taste you,”

You hummed, figuring you had time for now, “Just once sweetheart. I know what you’re like,” you said, hands still holding his soft locks.

Jon laughed as your skin, “Have no clue what you’re on about love,” he said and before you could chastise and remind him of last night, he had placed a soft kiss to your clit making you whine, your back arching slightly, “Just wanna make you feel good,” he said, warm breath fanning your wet cunt making shivers radiate up your body,

His hands held your thighs, pushing them over his shoulders as he licked a stripe up your cunt making you tense in anticipation. His hands locked around your legs, keeping your hips steady as he began to lick greedy tongues up your cunt, devouring you like a starved dog.

Your hands twisted in his hair, toes curling as his lips moved up to suck your clit, his fingers edging in your hole. You gasped when you felt him ease two fingers in but moaned as he began to move them slowly, curling them with expert position like he’d studied your body for a lifetime.

Jon moaned against your cunt, vibrations running up your body making your skin tingle. Your heels dug into his back, and you could feel the way he was humping the bed, giving himself his own slight release as he worked on yours.

It didn’t take long in your sleep ridden haze for a warm feeling to spread through your stomach. “Fuck,” you whined, as you came to your peak. Jons tongue did not stop even as your body did, your legs twitching around your head, “Just one,” you whined, pushing at his shoulder.

“Cmon baby,” Jon whined, his face wet with your juices, “One more please? I’ll be good after this I swear,”

You whined before nodding, “Fine,” you said, and the words had barley left your lips before he dove back in. this time his tongue darting inside you making your body shudder. These moans were harder to contain especially when his nose moved to nuzzle perfectly into your clit.

Your second peak arrived even quicker than the first but as you reached this one you felt your hips bucking, hand clenching Jons hair tight, as you grinded onto his face. Your movements only spurred Jon on as soon his fingers had return, this time slipping three in with ease as he moved up to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves again. His fingers were faster this time, his teeth grazing your clit, and no sooner had your second orgasm finished did your third hit like a fallen castle.

You could barley contain the moans, biting into your arms to try stop yourself as your body twitched under Jon. His movements didn’t stop till your hands began to push his head away, not feeling like you could face another as your legs continued to twitch.

Jon crawled up your body, his lips kissing your cheek and jaw gently as his hips rutted into yours. his hard cock rubbing into your stomach as he searched for friction, “Please,” he murmured against your skin, “Let me fuck you please,” he begged, kissing your skin desperately.

You nodded making him look up from the crook of your neck, his eyes searching your face for approval. You nodded at him, not sure if you were even able to speak yet. Jon knew your signal to stop, a double tap on the shoulder, but with your nod and no tap he waisted no time in lining his cock up with your ready hole.

As he sunk his cock in you gasped, your hole already so sensitive from before. Jon however was still desperate for release so as his lips latched to your nipple, his free hand playing with the other, his hips began to snap against yours setting a relentless pace. “Fuck Jon I-I,” you gasped, interrupted by your own moans as you felt another orgasm approaching.

Jon moved his hand to under your back, pulling it up to arch your back to hit a new spot which caused your eyes to roll into your skull as a fourth orgasm crashed down on you. his thrusts did not stop but the way your cunt squeezed him just made his pace quicken.

He was determined to milk one more out of you as his hand dropped your back letting you sink into the bed but now his hand slipped between your bodies till, he was rubbing fast circles into your clit. His lips left your skin as he lent up, allowing himself to fuck you deeper as his hand came up to cover your mouth as your moans probably echoed through the walls.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, admiring his body for the few moments you had before your final peak arrived making your legs clench around Jon which only pulled him in deeper. You vaguely heard cursing as you rode out your final orgasm, but you released why as you felt Jon spill inside you.

After a few moments of him catching his breath Jon rolled to lay beside you, glancing at you with a sorry smile, “What happened,” you started to ask, panting as you looked to your husband, “to just one?”

“Couldn’t resist,”

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Stealing Time

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x fem!Reader

Summary: Weddings should be an event full of joy and happiness for everyone involved. Especially for the bride and groom, who are the main focal point of it all. So, what is the reason for celebrations if they both have gone missing?

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v, dirty talk, etc.

Word count: 3933

Additional: M/H/N stands for Maid of Honors Name.

A soft melody of a strong quartet could be heard through the air like a soft breeze as more guests continued to arrive. The venue was decorated with fairy lights that cascaded down, a crystal chandelier in the middle of it all, creating an inviting and dreamy atmosphere. The celebratory music pulsated on the dance floor, enticing visitors to sway and swirl in a joyful celebration. The air was filled with laughter and lively discussions that mixed with the sound of glasses clinking as toasts were being offered in honor of the newlyweds.

The only problem was that neither one of them were present in the room.

Catelyn Stark, mother of the groom, stood scanning the room next to the wedding planner— a young girl who looked to be on the verge of pulling out her hair. Catelyn could hear the small anxious mutters of “we’re off schedule now” as the girl kept analyzing the clipboard she held in her hand. Excusing herself from the girl and her husband, Catelyn went towards the hallways connecting to the venue. She was stopped in her travels by a distant relative on her husbands’ side, smiling at the old man.

“Catelyn!” he greeted heartily. “Where is that boy of yours? I haven’t seen him or the new Mrs.”. He let out a great laugh, holding onto his rounded beer belly for support. Catelyn returned the laugh, nodding at his question, “I was just about to go get him. I’ll be right back”.

She turned around; the sound of her heels clicking on the shiny floor echoed, causing any guests in her path to quickly shift aside. Catelyn walked with a confident stance, her chin up, shoulders back, and a big smile covering her face. A smile that was very deceiving and Jon Snow knew this when she came faced with him.

“Where is your brother?”

He stared wide eyed at her, caught off guard by her presence and her question. His face was a ballet of nervousness, revealing the false confidence he was trying so hard to keep up. “I-I, uh… I don’t know...”, Jon shrugged his shoulder, wincing a little at the look she gave him. Catelyn smacked her lips, grabbing a hold of Jons ear, “Don’t lie to me. Where is Robb? The nerve of that boy! Disappearing at his own wedding, and you covering for him. I thought I raised you both better than this!”. The entire time, the bride’s maid of honor had stood next to Jon, witnessing him get a scolding from his mother, but Catelyn could care less about his embarrassment. Before Catelyn could continue her interrogation, she was stopped by the sound of a familiar voice within her distance. “Have you seen Y/N?”.

Turning around, Catelyn saw the mother of the bride asking a family member before she turned and saw her. “Oh, Cat!”, the mother rushed towards her, “Have you seen my daughter? I can’t find her anywhere”.

Putting back on that wide smile, Catelyn turned her head to Jon and the maid of honor. “What a coincidence. I can’t seem to find my son either.”

The two looked like deer’s caught in headlights. Both their words jumbled out fast, inaudible to the human ear. Thinking fast, M/H/N leaped into action, her words both a hasty attempt and holding a somewhat truth to them. “Y/N went to go change from her wedding gown to her reception dress”. Jon nodded vigorously in agreement at her explanation, “A-And Robb wanted to change his shoes”. M/H/N whipped her neck and gave Jon a glare, his add on not helping as Robb did not bring extra shoes. Y/N’s mother did not have time to question any of what they said—being brisked away to go greet a great aunt.

Catelyn stood in front of the two adults once again. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by their statements.

“Y/N went to go change?”

“Yes”, M/H/N said instantly.

“And Robb went to go change his shoes?”

“Yes”, now it was Jon.

“…and they went together?”

“…yes”, they both replied. Humming to herself, she continued observing them, knowing very well they were hiding something. “How long ago did they leave?”. They once again exchanged looks with one another, face flushed with embarrassment, “Uh, not that long ago…they’ll be here soon”. Catelyn’s skepticism deepened, her eyes darting from M/H/N awkward performance to Jon’s increasingly guilty expression. Letting out a sigh and rubbing her temples, she turned to return to the party, “Fine”.

With one hand tangled in his auburn curls, you panted against Robb’s lips, “mm you’re insane”. Robb chose to ignore your words, his lips choosing to instead attack your neck and his fingers gripping hard on your thigh— surely to leave bruises come morning. Craning your neck back for more easy access, you tried reasoning, “they’re probably looking for us now—“. You couldn’t even finish your sentence, his cock having thrusted into your walls so deep it left you gasping for air, “f-Fuck, Robb!”

He groaned against your neck, his hips moving in rhythm against yours, “Who cares what they’re doing when I get to have you like this to all to myself”.  You almost bit your tongue when his hand slipped between the two of you, fingers rubbing at your sweet spot, “Fuck, I love it when you moan my name”.

It was almost close to an hour ago when your maid of honor took you to change out of your wedding dress into your reception dress. Coming out of the dressing room, you were met with both your newly brother-in-law and newly husband. While M/H/N and Jon engaged in some conversation about the band arriving soon, Robb and you took to wrapping each other up in arms. With a huge grin on his face, he planted small kisses all over your face, “My gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, wife”. Laughing at how his stubble tickled against your face, you laid your palm up against his cheek, “Aye, watch the makeup”, quickly giving him a kiss on the lips before pulling away and looking into his blue eyes, “but thank you my very handsome, good-looking, very very very attractive husband”. You two shared a moment of silence and intense gaze before you both broke out in giggles, capturing each other’s lips in one another, moving tendering and deeply. Pulling away, Robb stared down at you, both love in his eyes but also a hint of something else.

“You know you really do look gorgeous. You look equally as beautiful in this dress as you did in your wedding dress”. You thanked him once again but gave him a puzzled look when he said he had other opinions, however.

“And what other opinions are those?”, you said, smiling while waving at a cousin who just entered the building. Turning back to Robb, you noticed the way his eyes had slightly shifted in emotion; something more carnal behind them. Bending down his head towards your ear, he whispered softly, “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have you naked with my head between your thighs”. His voice brought chills up your spine as he blew a soft gust of air on your earlobe before going back to height. Biting your lip and playing with his tie, you titled your head to the side and chuckled softly “You would, huh?”. His only reply was a nod, watching your every move like hawk and gulping as your fingers started to trail along his neck now. Robb was being unfair; he knew just how much his words had an effect on you. But yours did too. Bringing him down by his tie, you’d thought best to return his teasing—fighting fire with fire.

Slowly, you leaned up, “…I want you inside of me. I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now”. You could hear his breath hitch behind his closed mouth. Both of you were once again stuck in an intense stare down, this time only desire and want in your gazes. You were quick to fix yourself up, distancing yourself a bit from Robb and plastering on an innocent smile as more guests arrived, “Hi. Thank you for coming”. You snickered to yourself; feeling Robbs eyes on your back as he hadn’t moved a single inch from his spot. Jon and M/H/N ended their conversation and turned to face you both, nodding their head in the direction of the main area, “Alright, let’s get going”.

You took one single step before Robb came up behind you, grabbing you by your forearm and pushing you towards his chest. “Actually”, he started, “Y/N told me her dress is bothering her”. M/H/N had stepped up, examining you from head to toe, “Oh, let me help— “. Robb had interrupted her by raising his hand and shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I got it. Besides, we want to spend some quiet time together, don’t we babe?”. Looking up at him, you quickly assessed the situation and nodded along, “R-right, yeah. We’ll be right back. You guys go and have fun. Who cares about us anyways.”

Jon and M/H/N didn’t have time to argue back— the new couple running down the halls of the building, hand in hand with laughter being echoed throughout it. Jon tsked his tongue, shouting at his brother and sister-in-law who were still in view, “What do you mean who cares about you guys?! This is your wedding!”. They both turned to flip Jon off, turning the corner and disappearing to the next connecting hall. Sighing, Jon rubbed his face as M/H/N came to stand next to him in silence.

“You know there was nothing wrong with her dress”. “… Yeah”.

And that’s how you found yourself with Robb in some random office room in the building of your wedding reception. Robb’s patience was running low as he pushed you up against the wall and against the corner of what some seemed to be some bookshelf. Both your lips hungrily going at each other very frantically. A loud moan was swallowed by his mouth when his fingers went down, pushing your panties to the side and starting to play with your wet folds and opening. Wasting no time, you trailed your hands down towards his belt, quickly trying to undo it. Robb pulled away entirely from you, using the distance to unbutton a bit of his dress shirt and to take off his belt. Breathing heavily, you grabbed him back down by the neck for another kiss, biting his lip and sucking on his tongue. Pulling away, you raised an eyebrow at Robb with a smirk present on your face and his lips darkened and wet with saliva, “I’m almost positive this kind of tradition is reserved for tonight. You know, after the reception, not during”. Robb laughed slightly, pushing up against you and grabbing a hold of your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist while the other stood for balance. His other hand was used to bunch up the fabric of your white party dress and to pull down one of its straps. “What can I say”, he bit along your neck, “you’re just so damn beautiful. So damn sexy. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back when I saw you walking down that aisle”. His lips returned to yours. This kiss was messy with teeth almost clashing and tongues fighting. Both your hands were everywhere they could be felt; his on your thighs, ass, hips, breasts, and yours on his chest, neck, and back. Pulling away, Robb looked at you from head to toe and gave you a teasing smile, “And what’s all this?”. With both your body movements and clothes shifting, Robb had finally taken noticed of the white lace lingerie you had underneath the entire time of both your wedding dress and your reception dress. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a pointed look, “It was supposed to be for tonight. Way to ruin the surprise”.  He pouted mockingly at you and let out a small chuckle, kissing your forehead before his previous lustful look returned, “We can keep it on for now. And for tonight, I’ll just pretend it’s my first time seeing it”.

The way he spoke and stared at you had sent something straight to your burning core and had made you shifted closer to him unconsciously. “Such a gentleman”, you spoke running a thumb along his bottom lip and started kissing him again. With his belt already undone, it only took a few seconds to push down his clothing layers just enough to free his cock. As a brief warning, sliding your panties to the side, he slid his tip through your wet folds for a couple seconds. The whine you let out was all he needed before he pushed entirely inside you. You gasped loudly and screwed your eyes shut as Robb gave you a few seconds to adjust to the sudden fullness. Shaking your head, you bit down on your lip, “Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough”. Robb wasted no time, gripping your thigh and fucking deeply into you, “Ah, fuck”, he moaned out, “you feel so fucking good. My good girl. My fucking wife”. He moved his lips along your collarbone, groaning and biting down. “Mm, fuck” you muffled out as your pussy clenched around his hard cock with every thrust he made. Robb took a second to look down, watching the way you took him in and your sleek and arousal that coated him every time he reentered. He was in heaven. Looking back up, you stared at Robb whose pupils were dilated in rapture with a little sweat coating his forehead. You probably looked the same to him as well. Your standing leg was starting to lose balance, causing you to slightly shift. Robb was quick to grab a hold of you, causing the tip of his cock to hit your most sensitive spot and just what he was looking for. “Hmm!”, you moaned out, “fuck Robb, right there!”, you truly felt like you were seeing stars. He started to fuck into you even faster and harder, increasing his movements, your pussy clenching even more, indicating your release. Eyes rolling back, you let your head fall back against the wall as you let out a mixture of curse words, moans, and Robbs’ name. Your body filled with warmth and pleasure, trembling as Robb held onto you and continued trying to reach his own climax. His movements were starting to get sloppy; you knew he was reaching his dissolve soon. However, he had to stop his movements abruptly; the doorknob to the room shaking vigorously.

Despite having locked the door beforehand, it was Robb’s natural reflex to reach over and hold onto the knob. At the same time doing so, he had let out a groan, and you a squeak as he slightly pushed you with his body. You were caught off balance but were able to hold onto the corner of the bookshelf, giving Robb a glare while he raised his finger up to his lip.

“Is somebody in there?”

Both your eyes widened in mutual shock; mouths agape as you two exchanged a horrified glance. You both recognized that voice as Robb’s Aunt Lysa.

She started banging harshly on the door now, “I know that someone is in there. I can hear you! This is a private event! If the cops need to be called, I have no problem- “.

“It’s me Aunt Lysa”, Robb spoke out, slightly cringing. Your face was flushed red; both because of your current activities and because of shame. Looking down, Robb’s left hand still had your thigh wrapped around his waist and his cock still buried inside you.

“Robb?”, Lysa questioned, “Is that you? Your mother has been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing in there?”

Robb gave you a once-over before clearing his throat, “I’m just…changing”. Your grip on the shelf was losing itself, causing you to readjust and move — which caused you to slightly sink down onto Robb’s cock. He was quick to bite his lip to stop the moan coming from his mouth, almost drawing blood in the process. Robb knew you too well and covered your mouth with his hand, knowing you would do the same. The only probably was that he wasn’t as quick.

“Now, hold on,” Lysa loudly said from the other side of the door, “I can hear another person in there and it sounds like a woman. Robb Stark you may be my nephew but I swear to God if you’re doing what I think your doing - “

“It’s me Mrs. Arryn”, you finally spoke out too. There was a moment of silence from the other end before Lysa started speaking again, “Oh, Y/N. Of course… Your mother was also looking for you…”. There was some awkwardness to her tone as you tried your best to clean up the situation, “I’m just changing too. Robb’s helping me”. Another awkward silence passed, “Of course he is…”. You and Robb gave each other a side glance; it was clear she didn’t believe you two and knew what you two were really doing. “Well”, Lysa began, “I best let you two get back to uh…changing…oh, um, where are the bathrooms?”. Robb was the one to answer her question, “On the other side of the building”. With a quick thank you and goodbye, you could hear the distant sound of her heels from the other side before she was gone entirely.

Turning back to Robb, you slapped his chest, groaning into your hands, “Ughhhh, that was so embarrassing”. He only laughed, making you peek at him from the gaps of your fingers. “What are you laughing at? You heard her; our parents are looking for us, so we better go”. Robb’s only response was to kiss you sloppy, pushing back once more inside you. You gasped into his mouth, his tongue playing with yours. Robb then pulled out of you completely, making you whimper from the sudden emptiness. Grabbing you by the forearm, he dragged you towards the desk in the room, bending you over it, pushing your dress up and your panties down— exposing yourself fully to him. He caressed your ass before smacking it hard; making you huff, “Let them wait a few more minutes”, his fingers played along your glistening folds. Standing up behind you, he pushed himself back into you, thrusting in, and out, and in again. Each time rougher than the other as he stretched out your cunt. Grabbing ahold of your hair and arching your back for him, he spoke into your ear, “This is our special day, isn’t it?”. Your only answer was a loud moan, his fingers being placed in your mouth to suck on. “Besides, I’m not fully done with you”.

About twenty minutes later (some of which took up of M/H/N fixing your makeup and concealing your bite marks), you and Robb entered the main room holding arms. Guests were raising their glasses up to you in cheers— some already clearly starting to get tipsy. A close friend of yours came up to you both, hugging you and giving you your congrats while Robb shook hands with her boyfriend. Once they pulled away and moved aside, you both had clear sight across the room of the one person who was looking for you two the most: Catelyn Stark. To make matters worse, she was also conversing with her sister; both whispering and giving you two the side eye.

“Crap” both you and Robb said in unison, watching Catelyn with her wrath make her way towards you. Your sight was cut off by the wedding planner standing stressed and tired in front of you, “Okay, we can get back on schedule if we just follow with the original plan. Bride, it’s time for the father-daughter dance”. Your ears perked up at the familiar sound of the music you had chosen for this occasion and turned to see your dad already on the dance floor. Turning back to Robb, you gave him a sheepish smile, “Would you look at that… gotta go”. He was quick to grab a hold of your hand, “You can’t leave me. You vowed to be with me through anything”. Pulling your hand back, you raised both hands up in defense, “I had my fingers crossed when I said that”.

Seeing his pouted puppy look made you laugh, quickly blowing him a kiss, “I’m kidding. I love you”, turning to go dance with your father. Robb didn’t even have to turn around— already feeling his mother’s presence behind him. Wrapping arms with him, many passersby would see the scene as a mother coddling her son. But Catelyn was actually pinching Robb’s side, and hard. “You are so vulgar I swear. At your own wedding Robb, really? You couldn’t wait until after?”, she spoke through gritted teeth.

Robb winced a little at the pain, but his eyesight was also focused on you. Smiling and laughing with your father. “Why are you getting only me in trouble? Y/N was equally in on it”. Catelyn could only roll her eyes at her sons’ immature response, “Please, knowing you and knowing her it was probably all your doing”. Staring up at him to continue her scolding, she stopped momentarily at the look in her sons’ eyes. Following his line of vision, she was meet with you. A tender smile graced Catelyn lips. Nothing short of captivating was the way he gazed upon you. His unspoken proclamation of love seemed to go beyond words, and his eyes radiated an undying commitment. “Are you happy?”, she asked Robb. The song was coming close to the end. Robb turned to face his mother, a stern look on his face and nothing but seriousness was his tone, “Yes. I am”. From the corner of his eye, Robb could see your father leading you to him. Standing up higher, Catelyn gave him a quick peck on the forehead, “Good. That’s all I’ve ever wanted”. You and your father came face to face with the both of them, Catelyn giving you a peck on the cheek and your father handing you over to Robb, “She’s all yours’ son,” he patted his shoulder, “take care of her”.

Robb led you to the dance floor where the band had started to play a slower and more romantic song. Swaying to the tempo, you spoke up, “So, was she angry?”. Robb let out a small chuckle, smiling down at you. “She was,” he began, “but she said she’d forgive us if we gave her a grandchild”. Staring at him agape, you slapped his chest with a small gasp, “She did not say that!”. Now you both were laughing. The world around you two seemed to fade into a soft blur as you moved, lost in the embrace of your love. Resting your head against his chest, you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you”, Robb spoke up, his hand tenderly placed on the small of your back. Sighing deeply, inhaling his scent and allowing yourself to bask in his warmth, both of you feeling safe in each other’s embrace, you let him know your feelings, “I love you too”.

Enjoying the moment's beauty, you both stayed in each other's arms as the music softly faded into the night. You both understood that this dance was only the start of an endless journey together.

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Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader

Length: 21.9k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, past mentions of domestic and sexual abuse, jealousy and possessive tendencies, smut, oral (f receiving), slight exhibitionism, outdoor sex, smut, p in v, breeding kink

Notes: This is a part 3 to the modern!au, and a direct continuation of the previous chapter. A part 4 is also in the works already. Previous Installment Here, Series Masterlist Here

He was acting strange, that much Jon had been able to figure out right away. From the time Robb had come back from work, the day Jon had come home to make amends for his mistakes with you, he could tell that there was something itching in the back of Robbs head. But Jon had no idea what it was specifically. Nor did he initially think he should have good reason too. The Starks all knew that if one of them had a personal issue that they wanted others in on, they’d share it. Plain and simple. Prying wasn’t their norm.

Besides, Jon had more to focus on. In around a week, it would mark two months since he had begun to fix what he caused with you, and Jon could safely say he refused to slack on it. Every boyfriend you had before treated you so horribly, that it was as if you had become hardwired to accept terrible behaviour from your partner, and to put the blame upon yourself. If Jon thought he was to work hard to ensure you without a doubt understood he never meant to hurt you nor would he do it again, he was working even harder to practically teach you to stop putting the weight of his faults onto your shoulders.

One of his more eye opening moments about his brother though, took place in the two weeks Jon had off. Suggesting that he and you should take some time to be just with the others company for a few days. So the next morning, he had driven you and Ghost to a more secluded part of the wolfswood. Just you both and his direwolf hiking and camping where there was no one to interrupt. He had you sitting firmly back in his arms by the fire as evening fell over top of you three, Ghost practically laying across your feet when you said it.

It was passing, but Jon couldn’t ignore it. “Has Robb said anything to you?” His head leaned a bit over your shoulders with a furrowed brow in question. “About the night he picked me up from the bar?” Jon answering lowly no, and why only to find a frustration in the answer. “Sometimes it feels like he’s been hovering over me ever since. Like he doesn’t trust I’m not going to end up doing the same thing all over again. I mean, I know my track record isn’t what some would call pristine, but-”

Jon pulled you a tad closer into his chest with a mumbled rasp, the fire reflecting staunchly in his grey eyes as he glared into it. “I wouldn’t worry about that, darling. Robb just cares about you.” But it was then Jon begun to wonder.

Perhaps his brother was caring a little too much about you all of the sudden.

But, he didn’t want to focus on that. Not then. Not when he had you out there all to himself and much to make up for. His head leaned down, seeking out your neck as one hand around you raised to gently pull some of your hair from out of his way. Lips finding their way to the sensitive skin, but never so much that it was rough. Gently brushes of his tongue as it to mark out the path he was to kiss along, following suit as his other hand begun to run down more along your hipbone. Where the pants on you sat, he pushed your sweater up just enough to let his fingertips brush of the skin there.

Rasping low as he let his lips move along the skin to just under your ear, vibrating deep within you. “I want you to be honest with me. If something bad happened to you, before we started dating, you’d tell me, right?” Your head tilting almost in question, did he press another kiss tot he same spot. “With your ex’s, or any other men you’ve known. If one of them did something to you, you know I’d want you to tell me right?”

He could tell that there was a bit of confusion regarding what it was specifically he was getting at, or you did not understand what he was trying to bring up. “Jon, I promise I won’t worry ever again that you’re anything like them-”

Another kiss to the same spot, Jon pressed his hand more firmly against your stomach to tug you back closer, were such a thing even possible. “I’m not suggesting you think otherwise, it’s alright. But I love you, and I can’t take care of you properly if I don’t know everything I’m protecting you from.” Jon took no offence to your initial silence. Still he was the one who said it more, who was more free in wanting to say it more without any worry any longer of what the other felt.

You knew that too, but Jon had no problem letting you take your time getting used to saying it out loud. “It’s all in the past, I don’t even think about any of it anymore.” Jon only hummed, the sound as if you understood he did not quite believe what you said but hadn’t pushed it. “Besides, you know about Ramsay, about Karl.”

Not all of it, he thought. He was certain you didn’t really tell him the full truth about either. He knew that Ramsay was cruel to you in bed, and considering how shy you could be with him still now, it clearly had more impact then none. And he knew for a fact you didn’t want to tell him anything of what really went on when you were living five hours away from Jon with Karl Tanner. Already you had put together that Jon learned something about Viserys, but you had promised him nothing physical happened that went too far before it was stopped.

Jon didn’t quite know how to tell you then, that such a thing wasn’t of much comfort when the man had clearly tried it in the first place. Instead, he let his hand run along the skin by your hip, teasing the idea of letting his fingertips sink beneath the fabric. “You don’t talk about either of them much, I want to know you’re alright with this. With us, if there are things you still are struggling with from them.”

You leaned back into his front more innocently, as if only snuggling further into his warmth like you hadn’t noticed the manner which his hand suggested his thoughts were headed. “I’m fine, I promise. They’re gone and I don’t want to think about them anymore when I’m with you. At all.” A small smile left Jon as he nudged the side of your head with his, muttering that it was a deal. He still had a few days out in the wolfswood with you, and he was going to enjoy it.

Which was quite easy, when he had finally let his hand drift downwards, sinking below all layers adorning your bottom half and letting two fingers find your clit without second thought.

By the time he had gotten the three of you home, Jon spared little time in the late hours prompting you into the shower. Muttering with a nudge that he’d put your stuff away in his room before coming to join you. The apartment had been silent, and all three of you silent with it to ensure you didn’t wake up Robb or Theon.

Peeling off his heaviest layers, Jon finally yanked off his shirt, and let his curls finally fall loose, opening the door to join as he knew your routine meant you’d hardly be passed the washing the sweat and grime off of yourself. What he hadn’t expected, was Ghost to be the one to give away that you had all come back.

Apparently, the direwolf had made his way into Robbs room to greet Greywind. Both direwolves thus waking Robb up, but what Jon too hadn’t expected, was to leave his room to join you and find Robb near that side of the apartment. With a smirk nudging for Ghost and Greywind to go sleep before they made a huge ruckus. Yet when his eyes glanced up to Jon, his own blue eyes darted from Jon to the semi closed door of the bathroom Jon shared with you, and back to him where his brows narrowed at the clear sight of what he was watching about to happen.

It was not anything he had never said before, but it was the manner which he said it. As if any tone of jesting or even genuinity was being masked behind a thick layer of something bitter. “Welcome back, Snow.”

Jons silent nod being painted with a rather apprehensive expression, was certainly not passed Robbs notice either.

There was a tense air between the brothers before Robb prompted Greywind to come back and get some sleep once more, leaving Jon in the hall with a confusion as to what exactly had just taken place and what it was Robb was trying to convey in what looked like a barley held back glare. Jon knew though, if he thought about it for any longer, he may not appreciate whatever conclusion he’d end up at, so he pushed it down.

And thought little of the fact that he hadn’t heard Robb’s door close, meaning it was obvious when Jon slipped into the bathroom where you were showering, and locked the door behind him. Closing it all off to his brothers final listening ears.

But, it was easy to forget all of that right away. Just enough steam filling the room that he knew you likely turned the water up hotter then you normally liked it, to counter how cold the past few nights had been for you both. The only warmth you could get was by a fire, and at night when you, him, and Ghost would all cuddle close together without a second thought.

The steam however, was not enough to mask the view. Not quite clear glass, but the door to his shower was opaque. A sort of crystal looking design that blurred specific details but not enough that Jon missed the sight of you perfectly. He could smell the faint trace of lavender in the air, knowing you had just finished cleaning off, and he could see your body arched back so the water could soak your hair.

Perfect. He arrived at the perfect time to slip in, and wash your hair for you. Stripping from the rest of his clothes, Jon muttered gently as he pulled the shower door open, “It’s just me, darling.” Before you even had the chance to jump and gasp in surprise. Standing up straighter, Jon grinned right away at how your hands twitched. Reaching up to cover yourself before remembering that he had seen this sight of your bare frame, more then many times. His own as well nude without shame as he closed the door.

Pulling you close by your hips, your soaked frame pressed close to his, as your hands rested against his chest up by his shoulders. Your eyes bright and innocent despite the splash of a fluster in them everytime he’d join you in the shower like this. “We weren’t too loud, were we?”

His grin grew brighter, while he had no doubt come in here to partially wash off the days grime, but also didn’t even think twice about joining you with a very specific intention, you could only think of the others in the apartment with a genuine worry your late arrival had been disruptive. If you suspected Jon wasn’t being honest, you didn’t say anything. “I think Ghost might have woken up Greywind, but no, otherwise we’re fine.”

His hand drifting up to nudge under your chin to look up at him better. Before he could even do anything further though, did you slip from his grasp to turn around. Reaching for the hanging rack for his stuff. He had two sets now, normally fine with bar soap, considering how little chance north of the Wall he’d get to have a proper shower when he and Tormund were out in the Haunted Forest. But you had gotten him things now that you’d share the shower with him. A proper cloth and a liquid soap version so that you could do it for him.

His eyes brightened as they playfully narrowed. “So you get to clean me, but I don’t get to wash you?” You only shook your head, holding a bright smirk back as you lathered it together. Prompting him to exchange spots with you so he was directly in the hot water.

You got to work without second thoughts, or alternate intentions and it made his heart soar. You didn’t do it because you felt obligated or were trying to appease his needs for something else, you did it because you just enjoyed taking care of him right back. The only girl in his life who ever had. Jon though, considered himself lucky that he did not make you feel that pressure when you knelt down.

It was a sight, bare and water soaking you as you were on your knees so close to his cock, but he wasn’t enticed by you in that way. Not really. If he preferred to keep any act to a far more limited occasion, it was that. The feeling you gave him was not the issue, far from that, Jon had only let you take his length into your mouth once and it was a heavenly feeling. But he also felt more out of control, how easy it would be to lose himself and be too rough, too deep, too demanding and make you feel unsafe.

Instead, even through his blood beginning to warm, Jon found it within himself to keep his composure as long as it took for him to help you stand up onto your feet before he felt too overwhelmed. Standing behind him now, Jon muttered your name low even over the water. “Are you taking your time on purpose?”

Your hands stopped mid movement as you ran the cloth down his back to finish, wide eyes looking up to where he turned partway to meet your gaze. A playful but dark haze begun to flow over his eyes against your much more innocent ones, much to his cocks want. “I was only trying to-”

But he cut you off, knowing exactly what was about to come out of your mouth. “Trying to make me feel good?” He said nothing, and something of a smirk wanted to peek through as you slowly nodded. “You know that’s my job right?” Your brows furrowed instantly.

A protest so genuine when you said it. “Why isn’t that my job as well?”

That time he let the chuckle deep from his chest come out. Turning to face you, he grabbed the cloth from your hand as he blindly reached back to hang it up. His hands smoothing down along your sides as he kept you close but at a distance enough that he wouldn’t make you feel as if his growingly hard length was to pressure you into anything. But his eyes remained bright as yours were, hinted with an adoration at how innocent you always looked at him even in such intimate situations. As if all your trust was in his hands, which it was. His rasp low, but warm as he moved one hand to cup your cheek. “Because making you feel good, is what makes me feel good. I don’t need you to do anything to please me, you already do.” Muttering that you hadn’t done anything yet as your hands reached to gently hold at his waist did Jon chuckle again.

He contemplated not saying it, knowing the embarrassed fluster that would come over you, but instead he swiftly turned you around. Reaching for his shampoo instead of yours, Jon spared no time carefully running it through your soft hair.

Though in retrospective, perhaps that was worse. As now he could rasp it so close to your ear, and the feeling of his cock twitching hard against your ass not at all hiding how worked up he felt. “Do you remember what you said to me the first time we slept together?”

As expected, already did the embarrassed fluster come over you. “I feel like I said too much..”

Laughing much more freely, Jon massaged his hands against your scalp as if to distract you somewhat from going in the wrong direction. “You didn’t understand why I’d want to taste you.” Your hands tensed at your sides, not knowing what to do as your muscles tensed nervously. For your sake, Jon downplayed it severely. “I heard you once, through the walls of our rooms. A few months ago, a beautiful moan. The second I heard that, all I could do was imagine that sound coming from you with my mouth between your legs.” Blindly reaching up to turn the water pressure lighter before unhooking the shower head. “I got off to that thought more then you know.”

Carefully beginning to rinse your hair out, it was a lot easier to hear the shaking nerves in your voice but Jon now knew so well too what the underlying desire also sounded like when you tried to hide it from him. “That still doesn’t explain-”

Cutting you off, it was something truly raw as he said it, no filter like it came without warning from his throat to speak. “I can’t explain that, darling. Touching you, tasting you, it feels better for me then you could ever imagine. How close I’ve gotten sometimes just from how long I’ve kept you pinned to my mouth alone.”

That was a shiver, in this hot water he felt a shiver and he knew he had you. Carefully putting the shower head back, Jon watched you stand for a moment without him with your hands tensed and curled up, but if you thought he wouldn’t notice the way you pressed your thighs together just the tiniest bit more, you were wrong. Jon saw all of it, how much you tried to force away how turned on you were, and he could only smile.

Through that heated blood desperate to take you, was a part of Jons heart that thought you were cute for thinking you had any reason to hide your want from him still. Pulling you suddenly into his chest, his hands sat with one firm at your hip, and the other against your lower stomach, fingers tracing along your hipbones if not peeking lower. Rough in your ear, that time he knew there was no hiding how painfully hard he was against the perfect plushness of your ass. “You know what else I love doing?”

Swallowing roughly, you shook your head and that fight of feral and adoring once more conflicted Jon until the animal within him clawed it’s way out. He didn’t even bother answering you, as the low hand suddenly sunk down pressing against your clit as you jolted with a gasp, Jon moved the hand on his hip to slide between your legs, two fingers sinking deep.

Jon’s head dropped to your neck for a moment, a growl erupting from him. He didn’t expect you to be this soaking wet, but you were. You had been so much more turned on then you let on and Jon felt no ability to waste time anymore. Running his fingers over your clit, he pressed firmly as well as found small, tight patterns that had your hand grasp at his forearm and wrist almost needing to steady yourself, cries coming freely from you without any stopping.

Each time you got used to one, did Jon change what he did. Seeking what worked best and what tormented you the most with his teasing and flipped between each. All the while never once did he cease to glide his fingers in and out of your clenching wetness. Your other hand grasped at the same arm of his, eyes slipping closed as your lips remained parted. Small cries coming from you again and again as you failed to regain your breath.

Jon tried, he tried so hard to resist that temptation. But he knew it was inevitable. Pulling them close to all the way out of you, Jon suddenly let his fingers slide as deep as they could back inside of you as he added a third so soon. Increasing the pressure against your clit as Jon used that leverage to pull you back against him with a grunt. Now with every knowledge he wanted you to feel his cock pushing against you, his own breathing rough and laboured as you no longer had any.

Rasping in your ear, Jon felt you clenching so tightly around him that he throbbed against you. “I should’ve pulled over.” Not able to even ask him anything, he read you perfectly without a single need for words. “Tonight. I should’ve pulled over. Drag you up onto my lap and take you then and there.”

Drawing you closer to your end, your voice had no air to accompany it but a desperation as you leaned back into his touch more. “There were...people on the road..someone would’ve seen-”

If that was supposed to deter his fantasy, Jon felt you should’ve known better by then. His car was a dangerous place to take you, now more then ever. He had little patience in there, and little care for anything but how you felt around him. His rubbing against your clit worked in tandem with the rhythm of three fingers deep moving in and out of you as your nails dug into his skin. “Good.” A confused cry of pleasure burst from your mouth and Jon nearly said all of it without realizing the words until they already left his mouth. “Next time I’ll strip you bare, bounce you on my cock until someone finally pulls over to watch.”

“You- you’d want someone to-”

Cutting you off, Jon dropped his head down to your neck again, muffled and hissing against you as he felt you so close needing one final push and his mouth allowed that to aid you in the form of depravity. “I’d let a hundred men watch, just so they know what they’ll never have, what I’ll never let anyone else ever have again.”

It was enough, the feeling of your orgasm flooding your veins too drew Jon closer as well. Rubbing tightly at the bundle of nerves until you could only try and jump away from his touch did Jon pull from you, his fingers soaked beyond what the water surrounding you did. Turning you suddenly to face him, did Jon just as quickly shove you up against the far side of the shower out of the waters direct stream.

Hands grabbing at your wrists he raised them up against the tiles above your head, as he captured your lips with his. Biting and deepening the kiss without a second thought did he press his front against yours. Keeping you pinned and nowhere to go but to beg into his mouth as he refused to give you the air to vocalize it.

Your body arched up into his, with Jon responding with biting down on your bottom lip until you gasped for him. Letting his tongue slide into your mouth, he spared no time brushing up against yours as your stances both allowed his cock to slip between your legs. Pressed up against your soaking core you whined and hands tensed against his hold, but never even considered leaving his kiss for a moment.

Shifting so one hand could hold both wrists, Jon never left your kiss. Guiding you to follow and explore him as much as he did you, did Jon take that distraction to grip his cock. Timing it with perfect cruelty, did Jon part from your lips, saliva traces connecting you as his dark eyes stared down at you at the same instance he shoved his length deep inside your soaking cunt.

The cry from you was beautiful, even better then a single sound he ever heard through his walls or from his imagination. Throbbing already, Jon kept a grip at your hip to steady you. He had thought he’d go slow, but he didn’t. Not at all. Cock dragging against your sensitive walls, your eyes looked up to his with a silent obedience. He loved to watch you, and you obeyed without even a command. Throbbing inside of you more, you responded by clenching so tightly around his cock that he had to make each thrust that much more pounding rough to sink as deep each time.

You were unfairly tight around him, so warm and yet you took his length so well. Jon could barley decide as he roughly pressed his lips to yours once more, if he had just perfectly moulded you into taking his cock alone, or if you had just been born to have Jon sink so deeply inside you every single chance he got.

Part of him bit at your lips as the thought growled through his chest. He should’ve done something about this long ago. He couldn’t even imagine if he had been brave enough years before, kiss you, tell you how he felt. How long he could’ve been making love to you just like this over and over. He throbbed at one thought in particular, but as soon as it drove his mind to see and feel a burning red, did he force it back down.

This was not the time for a thought like that, no matter how much his cock pounding into you rougher and rougher each thrust said otherwise. Maybe he hadn’t pushed it out of his mind, and he fucked you with that very thought overwhelming him so much Jon couldn’t think of anything but filling you. He had time and time again, but he needed to now, and he knew himself enough that he wouldn’t be done at all yet.

Letting go of your wrists, your hands fell down to wrap around the back of his neck, returning his kiss almost as desperate as he felt. Shifting you slightly, Jon cupped the back of your head to keep you attached to his lips as he felt his end come without notice. Disconnecting your lips he looked into your hooded eyes as his hands gripped at you bruising, each thick spurt of seed that filled you deeply. “Jon..”

His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. Roughly meeting you again to kiss you, Jon before his seed even was done pouring inside of you, did Jon begin to pound so much rougher, faster too. “I’d make you cum so much that they’d never get it out of their heads. They’d never be able to think of anyone but you for the rest of their lives, knowing they can’t have you.”

The moment you clenched around him so tight, Jon knew you were lost. Dragging you to hide in his neck, Jon gripped the back of your hair tightly as he gave you little mercy. Hips slapping quick against yours each time his cock sunk inside of you again and again, rasping through gritted teeth as it felt as if you rolled from one orgasm to another with how much Jon refused to ease up. “You belong to me, but I belong to you too, darling. I’m yours.” Barley did you nod, nails clawing at his back as you came for what felt like a third time.

Barley having come down from his own, the moment your third orgasm clenched around him did Jon feel too overwhelmed to hold back. Roughly muttering in your ear that he loves you, Jon’s seed hot and thick, spilled inside of you again as deep as he could. The hand at your hair shifted to press at your ass, force you to keep his cock as deep as he could until there was nothing left.

Minutes passed before he pulled away to look at you, both heaving to catch your breath, your hands still around the back of his neck but now clinging so sweetly as you looked wide eyed up to him, Jons the same right back. Not yet even pulling out of you, he muttered gently, “Do you want to lay down and I’ll finish here?”

Shaking your head, Jon found a soft grin come over him. Leaning to run his nose along the length of yours as you so sweetly ran your fingers through his curls. “Could I do it?”

That time, Jons grin was even brighter. Nudging your nose more playfully until you nudged back. “Whatever you want.”

By the time you had washed and rinsed his hair, did Jon carefully lean down to run the same cloth you used before on him, to run tenderly between your legs. His lips pressing a kiss to your mound before finally turning the water off. No one was around when he got you out of the shower and into his room.

Jon stood there bare as before, hands running along your hips with nothing perverse about the ask this time. “Do you want to get dressed?” Your brows raised in a surprise as he cupped your cheek to run this thumb over the soft skin. “I’d rather have you just like this, but it’s up to you.”

He couldn’t keep the adoration at bay, the shy way you nodded. Wanting to lay in his bed, in his arms as bare as he was still. Curling you into his front, you snuggled more naturally seeking out his warmth as his arms wrapped around to shield you from the world. It was a surprise when you said it, but the lulling tone spoke that perhaps your mind said it when falling asleep, not wanting Jon to hear what you no doubt thought was embarrassing in your waking hours. “I thought it was normal..”

Letting his face rest in your hair, something prideful filling his chest at how you always let him use his shampoo on you instead of yours, so that some part of you smelled like him in the mornings. “What?”

But you said the second part so much more asleep, fading out until you were peaceful in his arms. “Men hate cuddling after..had other girls to see..”

Jon didn’t need you awake to know what you meant. He knew Ramsay never stayed, and he learned from you directly in a great upset that morning that you knew he left to go see other girls, and now he had a hateful suspicion that Karl did the same. Part of him felt a clawing anger that both men could ever treat you like you were disposable, but another part of Jon just held you tighter.

Of course you thought Jon would’ve left you after that week, no man you’d ever been with before him had taught you anything other then you were just an object to fuck. Something to come home too and use before fucking off again with someone they liked better.

It had been less then a week at that point since he came home from the mess he caused, and as he fell asleep that night, Jon knew that he’d spend every day as long as it took, to prove not only that he would never do the same to you, but also to teach you what love felt like. Because Jon knew with no question as early as then, that his love for you was never going away, and he’d do anything to make sure you knew that from now on.

Now though, with almost two months passed, it seemed things were better. Jon had more opened up to you, and you to him finally finding a way to freely talk between you about everything, what it all made you feel and whatnot. Sat at the table in the kitchen, Jon had been picking away at the food in front of him across from Theon when Robb came home early in the afternoon for once.

Making his way into the kitchen as well, he clearly had been looking around before coming in the room. Looking to the two of them asking where you were, Jons eyes flickered up with the ever so slightest of narrowing towards him whereas Theon didn’t pick up on anything between either. “With Margaery and Sansa.” Moving to get food of his own, he continued to ask short questions, this time when you’d be back and again Theon answered in what he seemed to think was Jons natural silence. “Don’t know.”

Piping up between bites did Jon finally add in, “They’ll probably be at the house first for a while when they come back. Something Sansa said about giving her a break from all of us.” Theon glanced towards him with a bit of amusement that Jon could agree with. Even without everything else, living here with three men had to drive you crazy sometimes. No matter what you’d always argue against. He was glad you had someone like Margaery around, and with Sansa joining more too now, it made Jon feel relieved. That you could spend time away from the house with other girls, considering how little female friends you had growing up before.

Sitting down at a free space, Robb’s eyes found Jons for a moment before he too settled into his food. Only giving enough away that still there was something he was not saying, and Jon was getting rather fed up with his brother not saying anything about what this really was tense between them lately.

“Even if he is, he can’t be mad at you for that.”

Your eyes looked up in doubt. Flickering over to where Margaery sat, only to be found with a bright eyed knowing look at said she was going to side against you on that no matter what you then tried to argue. “It wouldn’t be the first time I did something like that.”

On the other couch from you beside her though, Sansa fully disagreed. Narrowed eyes, while in the direction of you, certainly spoke instead that it was an emotion directed at the subject not present of the discussion. “No, I meant he can’t be mad, meaning he has no right.” Your brows narrowed but she only looked at you with wider eyes, imploring you to just listen to her. “Do you know how many times over the years my father had to pick all three of them up from wherever they were because they had gotten so drunk they couldn’t drive? Or how often either Jory or Rodrick would drop them off in the middle of the night because they were causing trouble completely wasted in public?”

Your head tilted to the side for a moment, something almost akin to a smirk wanting to form for a moment as you thought it over. You didn’t know much of it, but enough from normally Theon to know that the few years on and off you spent going to schools in Kings Landing had given the three of them ample opportunity to get themselves into non stop trouble. Margaery didn’t help however, a knowing grin forming on her face before you could tell her to stop it. “Trust me, we got into plenty of trouble on our own.” Glancing to the curious look on Sansa’s face she only laughed. “You’d know if you weren’t such a goody two shoes in high school.”

The open mouthed audacity on Sansa’s face had you looking away trying not to laugh. Only could she protest that she was not, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Oh yes you were. How often did you even get punished for something?”

Her face squished together trying to find something to argue back with, but both of you knew that if it were between the sisters it was Arya who was the only one to be caught getting into mischief. Crossing both her arms, you and Margaery only could laugh as you leaned back, eyes trailing around the room.

The main home of the Starks was always so much larger then you remembered everytime you were there. Records of the family history said that thousands of years ago, it was the place of a castle but as times changed, some centuries ago did the property change with it. The different sections of land turned into different properties, and the main living space turned into a well build house that better then any southern places, stood the test of time. Even the room you were in looked nothing like it did years ago, but was in just as good shape.

Most of the Starks had their bedrooms on the second floor, with Ned and Catelyn having theirs to themselves on the third. But once more and more children began filling the rooms, did Jon volunteer himself to move into the basement. It too was large and expansive, a hall leading down to multiple rooms and the largest at the end had been taken as Jons bedroom.

In those years it looked drastically different. It was darker in the colours around, less cluttered with things but always filled with personality. One space was sat a very well taken care of guitar that he only seemed to ever be willing to bring out once he was sure everyone else in the house was asleep and wouldn’t hear him. By his TV was there a chair which seemed to normally be occupied by Ghost, and a love seat made from a surprisingly soft leather where for so many occasions as teenagers, you’d sit on one end with your feet draped over his lap, and Jon facing you on the other end. With his longer legs usually perched against the small space next to you somewhat bent by the knee as if you’d have needed permission from him to even get up.

The room was the coldest in the house, but it was made up for how there sat a fireplace, which was eventually where he set up the space for Ghost specifically when they got the direwolves. That space at least was still in use. The bed was new, but the area was tailored for Sansa’s own direwolf, Lady. Who laid there as you all sat down there that late afternoon. If not a bit larger for the times inevitably Arya’s wolf Nymeria would come down to join her sister.

Overall now it was mostly decorated by Sansa, who was glad to have found a new use for the area instead of what their father intended, which was to go back to using it as a storage space when Jon was the first to move out. Now painted in more light colours, throws and chairs and fairy lights around to make it somewhere that with the two of them down here with you, felt more calm. At least in contrast to the apartment currently, which had become the topic of discussion when you seemed less then enthusiastic about going back right away.

That was when the two had pried, and came to the discussion you were having now as Sansa directed you all back on track. “So you got drunk months ago and left the feast, then two months ago you got too drunk and he had to pick you up from a bar. If he’s mad at you for that, then that’s not your problem, it’s Robbs.”

Wanting to curl in on yourself, you sighed deeply in a doubt that they both could see. “Maybe it’s not just that. I mean, he had to be the one to put up with me the most those first few days when..”

Trailing off not wishing to retread an unpleasant discussion in front of them, but you should’ve known Margaery would be the one to drag it out into the open with a bitter spite about it. “You mean when the Targaryean showed up and tried to ruin your life?” Your voice shortly warning her by name only to be trampled over with more indigence on your behalf. “No, don’t do that. Don’t downplay what happened. I told you, you can sit there and blame yourself all you like, but you know better then anyone that I can spot when a woman is trying to worm her way into a mans life just to fuck over another woman she doesn’t like.”

“You’re being-”

Cutting you off again, Margaery only got more angry. “You do get that, don’t you? That the only reason Jon had to go with her that week, is because she demanded it. You said her advisor was the Lord Commanders son, you don’t think she probably manipulated both of them into ensuring she could take Jon from you for a week because she was stupid enough to think all men want to fuck her?”

Your own eyes tried to tell her to ease up, Sansa beside her didn’t help. “My father has talked about her a few times since then, and everything he says matches all that. She tries to manipulate people into thinking she’s kind and nice and perfect, but she’s just a-”

Voice overpowering them both with more of a shout, “Alright, I get what you’re trying to say. I appreciate the work on my behalf, but it’s just not that complicated. If that’s what happened, if this was really all because she tried to do this on purpose just to hurt me, then why wouldn’t Jon have just told me that? Why not say it, and then he wouldn’t have had to spend the past two months acting as if he was responsible for it all?”

But it was not either who answered, but a new voice coming around the corner with the same level of frustration in her voice that Sansa and Margaery had. “Because he would never give himself an out about you. He can’t make her apologize to you, so he takes all the blame and responsibility.” Glancing over your shoulder, you watched as Arya quickly walked into the room and flung herself into one of the soft chairs by you, her eyes narrowed as her voice sounded. “Jon would rather take the blame and do the work then make you think he was looking for excuses to make up for that week.”

A stare off occurred between you both for a moment before you tried to come back with what reason you could only see. “Let’s pretend that’s true.” Arya shouting right away that it was only for you to sternly talk over her into letting you speak. “Just humour me. Pretending that is one hundred percent the truth, what you three are saying, how is any of that supposed to help me figure out why Robb is the one mad at me now?”

That time the quiet lasted for a beat longer, for once the gentle tones of music low that Sansa had playing in the background was heard. Which amusingly did not match the tenseness now in the room between the four of you. Both sisters looked at the other, and in a language that neither you nor Margaery picked up on seemed to come to a conclusion that Sansa was now talking around. “Boys are stupid.”

Arya though, unable to help herself only smirked at her sister. “Yeah, that’s why you don’t date them anymore.” Her sister shouting Arya’s name, she only laughed to herself.

Sansa looking away trying to not act as if she was close to doing the same. “Anyways, I was saying. Boys are stupid when they get protective. You’ve always been like family to us, and Robb is just being stupid because he doesn’t know how else to express that he was worried about you then to be annoying about it. Which is no different then when he’s been worried about when me or Arya had a problem.” You were quiet though, only prompting her to lean forward in your direction. “What?”

Things you didn’t want to say to any of them, not sure if it was true what you thought you were noticing but also just in general as if it would sound like you were just gossiping. But your face had twisted downward enough that there was no hiding something else was on your mind and now with Arya and Sansa both here, they wouldn’t let you leave until you said it. For once, Margaery was amusingly, the one who respected your want for privacy the most as she watched you in thoughtful silence.

It came out less then confident, but you still said it. “That doesn’t explain why for the past few weeks, he and Jon have been acting as if they’re angry with the other everytime I’m in the room with both of them.”

Attention fighting down to look mindlessly at the nails that both girls had earlier in the day insist you get done with them, did you miss the even more significant glance between sisters, only for them to glance at a knowing Margaery, who only tilted her head as it confirming their silent suspensions.

Things the three realized, were a little more complicated then you were at all picking up on it seemed.

Your focus was always zeroed in on whatever it was you were doing at the time, concentration all but locked onto your task with little awareness of your surroundings. Sometimes things could make it a bit easier. None of the guys were around when you had gotten in, and when looking at the time you figured it was easiest to just start making food and if they appeared then there would be a plate ready for them.

It had nearly startled you into jumping with a gasp when a hand came and nudged at the side of your head accompanied by Theon’s voice. “Not your night.”

Only muttering back with the slightest of smirks you replied, “No, it’s yours. But you weren’t here.”

Your hands pausing their chopping, you looked up to the side at him with a raised brow, Theon only staring back before rolling his eyes in a manner you knew he didn’t really mean. “I’ll do the sides.” The smirk not quite smothered as you said a thank you and returning your focus.

It was easy with Theon at least, he was more of a talker then you, but he knew how keep a conversation going when appealing to your strengths and it helped keep your mind from solely focusing to the point you noticed nothing around you. You hadn’t thought much of it though, when the sensation of a large head bumping into you by the back of your knees hit you.

Twisting to look down, did you see not one, but two very expecting direwolves looking up at you in anticipation. Glancing to Theon who pretended not to notice, did you grab some more sizable pieces of already cooked meat you had out, kneeling down with the hand holding it in the air. “Ah, ah, you both know better.”

Greywind and Ghost glanced at one another before sitting down properly. Waiting a few seconds, did you transfer one into each hand allowing them both to take some, shamelessly chomping it down right there, as if expecting that you were going to pet them after, which you did.

The chuckle filling the room was warm, and not quite speaking to you but you could hear the grin as he no doubt nodded down to you. “Never met anyone whose as soft for them as her.”

Instinctively, your eyes glanced up to Robb in a playful glare. “Perhaps you are just too strict.”

Both wolves satisfied, were motioned out of the kitchen from Robb as you pushed yourself up to get back to work. “It’s not your night.” Theon gave you the out, that he was late so you started already. Sensing what he was about to do, you warned his name only for Robb to laugh. “I didn’t do anything.”

While that was true, you knew him better then that. “I’m almost done, just leave it.”

His hands in the air, you for a moment felt better. That whatever the girls had all said that afternoon might not be accurate, that things were fine. Robb seemed in good spirits, and the two of them could talk as you finished everything else up. You heard footsteps, but again, thought little of it until a warm body found it’s way close to your back. One gentle along your hair with a slight pull to get the loose strands out of your way, and his other reached around to sit along your wrist, tapping at the back of your hand without enough to disrupt you working. His rasp comforting in your ear, “These look pretty.”

The small smile tried to hide itself but no doubt Jon saw it as he moved to lean his side against the counter right beside you. “You can thank your sister for that, she picked the colours.” Jon only jesting lightly that of course she did, and your head turned to the side with a glint in your eye at the unspoken tease that you weren’t good at that so of course you deferred to Sansa’s judgment.

Without a second thought, as soon as you begun putting everything onto plates, Jon muttered in your ear as he made a passing grab by your hip to emphasize his point. “I’ll do this, sit.” In truth, you had a strange feeling you weren’t meant to notice it, nor did you think Theon was supposed to either given his expression.

The moment your eyes found the table, did you see Robb, but there was something more of a dark glare within them as you knew his eyes tracked right over to where Jon was. Your face fell just a little, and yet it seemed both brothers sensed they were watched closely and whatever mask was being put up, slipped just a bit.

Jons hand hovered a bit over Robbs spot, as if contemplating letting it drop roughly until Robb grabbed it more aggressively from him. Your eyes finally found Theons, who narrowed in the same confusion but without the shine of guilt which washed over yours. You knew when this started, and you couldn’t stop that feeling the entire meal. Something was tense between the two of them, and you knew it had all started after the night Robb had to pick you up from a bar.

When everyone was done, abruptly right before anyone could say anything, you started grabbing empty plates with a tense mutter. “You three are busy, I’ll deal with this.” Jon instantly called your name in a protest but you had already faced away from them at the sink without a thought. Only turning back to the table to clear the rest. Whomever was hovering in the room you didn’t want to think about it yet, that sting sat deep and bitter in your stomach. That again, it was your fault.

It wasn’t until halfway through did you sense Jon coming up behind you, the room now clear but you no doubt if judging by how close he stood with his hands gentle at your hips, leaning over your shoulder to look at you better. “Do you want to talk about whats bothering you?”

Your head rose only slightly to look at a spot on the wall, how instantly did Jon wonder if you were the one with something wrong and not something you caused. Shaking your head you could only hope your voice was convincing, but Jon knew better, and you knew that too. “Everything’s fine.”

One of those hands on your hips slowly slunk around your front, wrapping by your stomach and only pulling you back into him as he stepped forward to press properly against your back. “We both know that’s not true.” You shrugged one shoulder, wanting to just brush it off before you took pause. The gentle sensation like a current flowing through you as Jon pressed his lips to your neck. A sweet and slow peck, then another upwards, before making a chaste path with his lips to your ear as he rasped only enough for you. “If it’s something I can help with..”

Trailing off as he clearly picked up on the way you roughly swallowed, and the manner you were tense as you shook your head. The hand on your hip running up to your waist and back down, he was sure to listen to you, but you knew it was so he could pick up where he knew was a lie. “It’s fine, Jon. It’s just a me problem.”

You hated so much that Jon didn’t even hesitate to say it. “Which makes it my problem too.” For a moment you let yourself feel the warmth around you. Leaning back a bit into his touch, you sighed deeply in something emotionally exhausted, as Jon kissed the side of your head before resting against yours in matching. “Let me take you for a drive tonight.”

“Where?”

That time you felt him shrug, but without the weight you had before. “Anywhere. I feel like I leave you alone here too much, let’s get you some fresh air that doesn’t also smell like a nail salon.” You couldn’t see the brightness in his grey eyes looking over to you as you burst into an easy laughter. A small whine coming from behind, as you both turned your heads to see the excited face of Ghost. As if he had sensed Jon say the phrase go for a drive and got excited. “Alright, let me take both of you out for a drive tonight.”

Leaning more into him, you felt Jon turn his head enough to press his lips to your hair once more as you smiled a bit with something genuine. “I think I like the sounds of that.”

Muttering as he pushed off from you, “Good. You finish here, and I’ll get a few things ready.” Agreeing, you heard Jon and Ghost leave the room and thought little more for the time being of the tenseness from dinner. And yet that tenseness was exactly what was playing out just beyond your hearing on the other side of bedrooms in the apartment.

Leaning against the frame of his door, Jons voice was low enough that only it could be heard within the room. “If there’s something you want to say to me Robb, I’d rather you just say it.” Both knew he meant about you. Turning where he sat by his desk, Robb just looked up to him with a sharp expression as if trying to assess his brother.

“You want to know what’s wrong?” Jon only nodded once, but the moment Robb said your name he took a step forward and closed the door as Robb stood up. “Do you know what it’s like, having to watch you pretend as if everything is fine with you two?” Jon felt a wave of confusion as if he had no idea what he was talking about, forcing him to elaborate. “You come home after what you put her through, say you’re sorry and that’s it? You don’t pay any consequences for how you made her feel?”

Jon turned his head, a warning not to push him on this as his grey eyes darkened. “You have no idea what you’re saying.” Robb only pressing that didn’t he, but Jon felt something flow through his veins that was tinged with more of an anger. “What would you know about how I spend my time with her? Or what I’ve done to make up for all of that?”

Only, what came out of Robbs mouth even to him, very much had the air around it as if it slipped out without meaning too. “All you’ve done to make up for forcing her think you were willing to fuck someone else, was to just start fucking her more.”

The room was as silent as it could get. Robb right away glanced away with something of guilt for what he had said, but Jon stood there with that anger burning hotter and hotter. He wanted to make it sound as easy as that, as uncomplicated as that when he had no idea. Robb didn’t understand what Jon was like with you, why you two were the way you were. He didn’t understand that Jon didn’t just take you to bed for the fun of it, it meant so much more then that to him.

But was he willing to explain that to Robb of all people? No, he wasn’t sure he was willing, or even came close to wanting too. “I know what this is.”

A doubt splashed Robbs face as it amused by his confidence. “Do you?”

Turning his head slightly, a disbelief flashed in his eyes as Jons tone matched in a low and dangerous warning. “You wanted me to come home and fix things with her. You wanted me to pursue her in the first place. How many times over the years did you tell me to kiss her already and get it over with? You wanted her to be with me, and now you’re mad that I’m trying to move on from where I screwed up?”

They could only stare at one another as Jon knew for a fact Robb didn’t have anything to say against that in spirit. He wasn’t blind, he knew what this was. He could see it on his brothers face and he hated how angry it made him. Almost as angry as he felt knowing Robb wasn’t even brave enough to say it.

Muttering low, Robb kept his calm far better then Jon was. “I never told you to hurt her.”

Jon could see it, hear it. The things he learned, what men who knew Karl Tanner told him, what he knew of Viserys Targaryean, what he had to endure every night Ramsay Bolton stayed over with you, he knew none of what men before Jon had put you through. Robb only saw Jon as the problem, and refused to accept that he didn’t have to put the work into fixing things with you right before his eyes for such events to even be taking place.

One step forward was taken, Jons face twisting into something still on edge but perhaps a bit on the side of pleading. “You want to be mad at me? Go ahead.” Bringing up your name with a strain in his voice as Robb looked away. “But don’t take it out on me in front of her. You’re only making her upset, and she doesn’t need that right now.” About to leave, Jon barley let his head turn to call out to him once more. “I’m going out tonight with her and Ghost, so you don’t need to let him out later.”

If Robb said anything in return, Jon had let the door close roughly behind him before it could hit his hears. Hand still on the handle as his jaw clenched, eyes closing long enough to let out a breath. “The fucks wrong with you two lately?”

Eyes flying open he looked over to Theon, who was not blind to the anger flowing through Jons person nor the tension from this side of the apartment in general. “Nothing.”

Theon raised an eyebrow, a scoff leaving as he crossed his arms leaning against the wall. “No? Suppose then it’s a coincidence you two looked like you wanted to kill each other at dinner.” Again, Jon just rebuffed that it wasn’t anything to worry about, and again, Theon laughed like he did not buy that for a single moment. “Right. That’s why you nearly broke Robbs door slamming it shut. Also, she’s waiting for you.”

Nodding down the hall despite nothing to see, did he pass Jon by with nothing resentful in his tone and he could at least have that. That not everyone in this place was angry with him. Running a hand over his mouth, Jon let the nerves loosen before seeking you out. He needed to keep this as far from you as possible, he knew how you’d react and he couldn’t bear to watch you blame yourself for anything else that wasn’t your fault.

Seeking you out though, for a moment Jon could let all of that fall to the wayside, the smile you gave looking up from where you were petting and scratching at Ghosts excited ears. “Are you ready?”

Jon only smiled, leaning down to join as he ran his hands over the direwolf’s back more firmly. “Give me one more minute, I have something else I need to grab.” Asking as he stood if you wanted him to get Ghost in the car for him, Jon only laughed as he held his hands out. Grasping your smaller ones he pulled you with no effort up onto your feet. “Don’t let him knock you to the ground.”

Instead of letting you go, Jon looked at you. What he argued with Robb over, not a single inch near his mind in that moment. One hand trailed up to cup your cheek before gently pulling you up to meet his lips leaning down. Nothing deep or even long, but a chaste kiss that lingered as your eyes took a bit to open as he looked over you. Thumb running along your cheek as his other hand let you go to pass around you. “I’ll be right there.”

Digging into a drawer, did Jons phone go off. A simple message he had sent Tormund answering that he figured out what Robb seemed pissed off about, but Jon was completely taken back by the response he now looked at, Jon only looked up for a moment. He knew you were outside, no one was looking at him, but still. The nerves of anger before were nothing like these ones.

A follow up text told him that it wasn’t a joke, Tormund just suggested that as if it wasn’t something that glued Jons feet and heart to the floor for a moment. Putting it to sleep, Jon forced himself to put his phone away, trying to shake off everything filling him in that moment as he finally grabbed what he needed.

Jon came in here to for one thing, only to leave with a mind filled with thoughts of another he wished Tormund never put in his head. Certainly not now of all times, not when it truly was in the strictest terms, a way to make his territory known.

Worse off, the smile you gave him when he met you by the car only made Jon force himself to push the thought deep down, that he didn’t at all hate the idea. Not by a long shot.

He wondered if he should head back. The drive was very much needed, you and Jon had a chance to just talk, laugh, no one else around as he drove you through the wide, expansive North. At one point you both had stopped, giving Ghost a chance to do his business when you both walked a bit in the meantime. Coming up on a large pond, there was enough of a section like a beach that you could both stand there together.

Jon had at one point picked you up and teased that he would drop you in the water when Ghost had happily splashed around you both, barking freely in a playfulness that Jon told you was the direwolf saying he should drop you. Instead he had more gently dropped you down onto the grass behind you both, resting more on your sides until a certain someone had decided to shake his fur out right beside you both.

It was some of the easiest times with you Jon always had. Just you both out in the North somewhere with Ghost, no expectations of any sort. All of you getting to just act exactly as you liked. Finally he had found a good destination to stop at, a more cliffside view overlooking the wolfswood. Not even leaving the car, did Jon move everything to pull you into his side, where he was now.

Curled more into his chest, one hand gently holding at the top of his shirts collar as if asking him not to leave yet, you had slowly fallen asleep. Ghost had drifted in and out until he heard the direwolf yawn in the backseat. His head moving to slip by you both as it to rest against your side as you slept against Jons.

The time said he should head back, but he’d have to risk waking you up to do that and he wasn’t so sure he was willing to part just yet with that. Instead, his mind drifted to what he figured out beyond a shadow of a doubt that night.

When this started he wasn’t sure, but it seemed it had exploded the night Robb picked you up from a bar. He was jealous. He was jealous that Jon was with you. Separated from the tenseness of home, Jon had two minds about it. One side of him actually understood. Looking down to you, Jon let the hand not wrapped around you, move to brush your loose hair behind your ear, his fingers tracing along your cheek as he lingered.

Jon had never gone a day in his life knowing you where he didn’t think you were beautiful. The first time he ever saw you as a boy he thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and that only increased the more his feelings did. You were smart and sweet too, somehow a mixture of stern and to the point but also sweet and gentle hearted in private. Jon knew what his brother would’ve seen in you, because Jon had never gone a day in his life where he didn’t see it all over again.

But the other part of him, was angry. Jon fucked up. He never denied that, he knew taking off was the worst thing he could’ve done and he had spent every moment since making sure you knew he was never going to treat you like that again. Things had been great since. You settled into being with Jon more after that, realizing together that he wasn’t going anywhere and he wasn’t judging everything you did. You were even easing more and more into feeling comfortable telling him you loved him.

Yet that was why he was angry. Jon knew he screwed up badly, and things had been for the better since trying to remedy his own mistake. But Robb either refused to see it or didn’t care and was just holding it against him. Somewhere along the line, his brother started to look at you differently, and let that protectiveness of that one night overtake everything before that.

He loved his brother, and Jon knew Robb loved him back. They’d always have the other no matter what, but this was a new obstacle that was as unique as it was sensitive. Robb wanted to judge Jon for the worst thing he did with you, and take it as that was all the relationship would ever be. Jon had known you for so many years, and yet these past few months you both had opened up to each other more then your whole lives.

It was as if being with the other meant there was a whole new person to meet and fall in love with all over again. Jon adored every second of it, and he refused to let Robb suddenly feeling jealous to overpower that.

Robb had many relationships in his life, Jon only ever had one. Robb dated women in and out as soon as he was old enough to kiss a girl before finally tiring of that sort of serial dating and put it to the wayside ever since. Jon only ever had one relationship before, and it was in the two years you last went away to Kings Landing, and later a few months in Essos, that it even happened.

Jon didn’t really have that much interest in her, but he had moved out, he was still new in the Nights Watch and thus was spending either all of his time at his station or beyond the Wall and barley had the time to talk to you anyways. It was desperate. He missed his family and friends, but he knew he missed you more and he wanted to pretend as if he could date like normal, like Robb did. He was desperately in love with you, but was so far from being with you that he couldn’t stand it, and faked it with someone who was not kind to him, to the determent of his own mental health.

By the time it was coming to an end, he was lost. He never told his family what exactly had gone on, all they knew was he was in a relationship with a girl beyond the Wall, that ever since it started Jon was miserable and angry and not himself, and that despite Jon never saying much about her or bringing her even close to around the Starks, they knew enough. Benjen had spilled most of that to them one day that the girl he was dating was a lot less kind then Jon was letting on, and the same night his father invited Jon over to talk about it finally, did the news reach that you were moving back to the North and found a place right by Winterfell.

He told you very little about it, but the morning you were said to come back, Jon called you promising he’d pick you up from White Harbour. By the time you got there that night, he had broken up with Ygritte in the mere hours between the call, and him arriving at the docks. And he never looked back afterwards. Hand still running over your cheek, Jon could remember it easily.

The way you looked around as if doubting that he was going to be there, before he spotted you. Not a care in the world he had when Jon had practically spun you around in a hug before putting your feet back to the ground. It was the first time he had smiled like that in years.

This was it. You were each others first true chance at this, at love. And as Jon sat there, as much as he understood why his brother begun feeling that way, he too felt angry that his brother didn’t even see how selfish it was. He had every chance to find a girl he loved, and Robb seemed to let his stubborn nature get in the way of the fact that by choosing to focus so much on you, he wanted to take away the first time you or Jon ever had at a relationship that made you feel loved and happy.

Jon eventually chose not to wake you up, carefully moving enough so that you could sleep resting in his lap as he drove home. A hand constantly running through your hair at every red light he’d hit. He didn’t want to make things tense for you, nor did he want to damage his own relationship with Robb but he wasn’t going to let this happen.

Carrying you into the house, you still hadn’t woken up, but when Jon finally got into bed with you, you curled into his front all the same. Jon just wished you could’ve been spared, and stayed oblivious to the tension between the two brothers.

Since Jon had absolutely no idea what he was going to do about any of it.

These nights were rare, everyone gathered at the house for such long periods of time. But it was always taken advantage of by everyone. It was funny at first, when the topic came up of a family dinner in the main Stark house, and how all three of them had given you the same look when you had commented that it would be weird having to make food only enough for yourself that night.

Theon had been the one to say it as bluntly as possible, “I’m sorry Baratheon, did you hit your head or are you really that stupid thinking you’re not coming?” Looking wide eyed at them with a stammer leading to nothing, did he smirk. “If you didn’t show up with us, all that would happen is Bran, Arya, and Rickon would all storm in here and guilt trip you into coming over anyways.”

Jon hadn’t come close to saying it, but he thought you were adorable in that moment. As if dating him had suddenly made you invade on his family life when you weren’t supposed to. As if his father hadn’t looked at you like one of his own since you were a girl anyways. Now, with everything in the kitchen still cooking, it gave the Stark siblings a chance to all hang around together in the main room.

You had yet to actually shed that worrisome nature, like you were now the overbearing girlfriend tagging along to her boyfriends every event. Almost as soon as you got in the door, did you go to help Catelyn in the kitchen and Jon hadn’t even seen you since. Everyone else preoccupied with something, Jon had found a moment just sitting forward on the couch, a smirk as he watched Bran and Rickon both try and take on Robb and Theon in a fight, the later two tied between playing weaker for amusement or getting the upper hand with ease for a laugh.

Jon had simply given instructions from the side to his little brothers, both of whom took his words seriously as if this was a training session. A weight sat next to him on the couch, only for the low rumble of his fathers voice hit his ears alone. “Since I already know about this one, do I finally get to hear anything about it?”

Jons brows furrowed for only half a second before it dawned on him. It was perhaps not the right approach, but his eyes flickered to Robb for a moment when he said it. “I would’ve thought Robb told you about it already.”

Ned Stark though was not a man who gave up easily against his sons own stubborn nature. A small wack on the back did he prompt him to get up with him, “Come on.”

It was a small bar like area off the main dining room, a wide frame leading into the kitchen where if Jon strained himself, he would just be able to hear you and Catelyn talking over everything else in the kitchen running. Reaching a hand out, Jon took a second to again register what he meant, before handing his father the glass in his hand. That time filling it up with something a bit stronger then what everyone else had been all drinking before in the main room.

Filling his own as Jon took a first sip, a bit of a wince wanting to come over him for how strong it was only to find a similar held back expression hiding behind his fathers face too. Leaning against one end of the bar, his father came over to the other matching his posture before asking what he really wanted to ask. “Are things alright with her?” Nodding towards the kitchen. “As soon as she got her jacket off she’s been with Cat instead of out there with you.”

Jons face twisted into a troubled frown at first. Looking down into the amber liquid in his glass, contemplating taking another drink before deciding against it just yet. His voice was a low rasp for no one to accidentally hear the much more frustrated tone he finally allowed himself to have. “We’re good. We’re better then good.” The huff of a smile on his face didn’t meet his eyes, but what existed was real all the same.

Ned only watched his son in knowing quiet, that if he were to interrupt before Jon could get his thoughts out in full, he may just shut down about the details all together.

Which after a moment, Jon continued. “When I was driving back from the Shadow Tower, I was terrified I screwed up too badly. I left her for a week when she needed me, and I thought that was it. My one chance with the girl I’d been in love with my whole life and it took me barley over a month to ruin it.” That time, the sip Jon took was noticeably larger then the one before. “But..she gave me a chance. Let me make it up to her, prove I could do better then that.”

His father didn’t even hesitate to further more close off that manner of thinking, just the way Jon knew you would were he honest about it all. “You made a mistake, Jon. She was never going to hate you forever over one mistake.”

It was a mutter, but of course he heard. “A mistake that nearly spiralled her out of control.”

Leaning over, Ned grabbed the bottle he had used and refilled Jons depleting glass as well as his, if just to get him through this conversation, which even though he didn’t say it, Jon was thankful for. “I’ve made many mistakes in my life, never any bad enough to push people away for good. Which means I knew you two would get passed this. I raised you better then to make a mistake worse then anything I ever did.”

Perhaps it was an attempt at trying to ease his own tension, but Jon muttered into the glass with a bit of a jesting tone, “No idea what that might be.” Just as the words silenced, did both hear the faint sounds of Catelyn from the kitchen as she said something muffled to you. Only causing both men to smirk just the slightest.

Jon didn’t meet his fathers eyes, only staying halfway between the glass in his hand and the ground but he always listened intently. “Listen, I don’t know what Danaerys Targaryean was trying to do with you that week, and I can’t speak for anyone else, but I never thought something was going to happen.” Gesturing to the kitchen again, “I’ve seen you be in love with her since the day Stannis and Robert brought her up for her first Winter Harvest. The second she walked in house, I thought I was going to have to call Maester Luwin because you looked like you were having a heart attack.”

That time, the smile and laugh was far more real. He remembered that vividly.

“Then after the feast was over, when everyone outside was starting to dance, I noticed she had walked away from her family and was trailing around outside watching everyone like she wanted to join in. I came over to her, asking if she wanted someone to dance with and she said she didn’t know the one they were doing. So I said to her that you could teach her.” Jon finally turned to look over at his father, something confused in his mind as his memory of that night came nowhere near that, only for Ned to chuckle fondly. Eyes distant in his own memory that time. “If you can believe it, she was too shy.”

Jons chuckle was only stopped by one thought, and perhaps it was found out of a certain brother of his once more trying to get in where Jon had thought was his, even if back then it was nothing like that. “She came the next year and knew how, who taught her?”

If his father sensed Jons worry about the answer, it was more obvious there was a worry in general when his shoulders greatly deflated right away. “Benjen. Overheard, and said that because I was a married man, she needed a real dance partner.”

He could imagine that so easily. You would’ve been what, he thought, eight? You were tiny then, his uncle probably had just picked you up and danced with you that way instead of leaning all the way down just to meet your then tiny height. “I never knew that.”

Straight to the point his father was, “You danced with her every year after that until you were what? Fourteen?” That was not wrong, it was when Jons feelings for you had started to turn a lot more serious, a lot more adult. And playfully dancing with you at the Winter Harvest started to suddenly feel more romantic when other boys his age were dancing with girls because they were dating, and he didn’t want to so easily give away how he felt.

Either way, his father came around to his main point. “What I’m getting at Jon, is that you two have been dancing around each other ever since. It was always going to end up here. You’re good for each other. You make her happy, and she makes you happy. Sometimes that’s enough.”

Nodding, Jon looked back up into the kitchen as if wishing for a glimpse of you only for them all to be properly called to the table. Patting him on the back once, Ned parted ways before making his way into the kitchen and out of his sight.

Left alone, Jon looked over his glass before a deep sigh left him. Downing what remained in the glass, he had only just twisted to sit it on the top of the bar counter before he heard you only a few feet away from him. “Having me here that bad?”

That time, Jon knew right away you were teasing. The brightness in your eyes as you leaned against the frame looking over at him. Pushing up off the counter he made his way over to you, a hand held out for you to gently grasp. Pulling you into his front the moment you did, your hands grasped at his forearms while he held at your waist. “You were supposed to come over with us and enjoy yourself.”

You only shrugged, something telling Jon that perhaps you were stretching the truth a bit. “I did, I like cooking you know that.”

A smile came over Jons face, forcing one hand on his arm to release as he moved it up to brush the hair by the side of your face back to cup with his hand, feeling you somewhat lean in to his touch. A joke or two sat on his tongue, but Jon took the path of neither. Instead choosing to lean down, watching your eyes flutter closed right away as you let him press his lips to yours. Cupping both cheeks, your hands held at his waist. It was nothing urgent. A chaste kiss that didn’t go too deep, but kept you to his lips for longer then decency permitted. Which seemed to be the issue as a cleared throat caused Jon to pull away from you.

The ever displeased eyes of Catelyn looked at him in a heavy disapproval as she nodded to the side where the others were. “I believe it would be appropriate to bring her to the table when dinner is called.”

Your mouth was slightly parted in embarrassment, but Jon nodded. Not really letting go of you, just allowing his hands to slide down to your waist and back as he turned you towards the hall.

The moment Catelyn was out of sight did you look up over at him with a fluster, “I am so-”

Nudging you playfully forward more, Jon let the sudden jarring push cut you off for him. “Don’t be sorry. Just let me make it up to you later.”

You had been smart enough not to ask Jon what he meant, save he gave you another reason to sit down utterly flustered and stammering in front of everyone at the table. Which given you were sat next to Jon but across from Robb, was certainly the better choice. Though, that did not bode well considering it meant both brothers were in eye view of each other as much as they were you.

Perhaps it was a bad idea for you to come. That was what the slow progression of dinner had made you come to realize. You knew that your recklessness had been the thing that begun whatever this rift between brothers was, but you had hoped your very presence wasn’t enough to cause it to grow when so many other people were around.

Only you really noticed it at first, how neither brother seemed willing to speak to one another, but were pleasantly conversing with other people no issue. Quickly did their silence only between each other draw you into more of your own silence. Not the most chatty of the group you ever were, but now more then ever as Jon nor Robb would just talk to the other like normal, did you feel increasingly like you shouldn’t be there. That maybe without you, there wouldn’t be a reminder of this issue you caused between them.

It was obvious whose gaze you felt at one point, but you didn’t bother looking up at her. You didn’t have it in you to tell Sansa or Arya that clearly they’re assurance that everything would be fine wasn’t true and it would only ever reach the actual conclusion that you were the common denominator of a problem anymore. Months you had been the problem, and you seemed to never stop being it.

He was still young, a boy of eleven he had little filter on him and even then, there was still an innocence in why he asked it. Just pure curiosity as to how this sort of dynamic worked when Rickon in a beat of quiet between conversations he had looked over towards yourself and Jon, “Are you going to get married?”

The table growing even more quiet as most cutlery even stopped moving. The only voice was a more stern whispering hiss from Catelyn. “Rickon.” Who only protested that he just wanted to know. Jons eyes were wide and taken off guard as he looked to the eyes on him at the table, yours stuck to your plate unwilling to even meet their expressions at all.

Whatever eyes were trained on you both, you felt as if someone amongst them was making their gaze angry and uncomfortable to even risk looking up at. Luckily, a man acting the calm voice of reason at the best or most awkward of times did Ned be the one to speak up. “They’ve only just started seeing each other. Normally it takes two people a long time to agree to get married.”

But something seemed to have been pinging in the boys mind. Either unsatisfied with the answer, or needing more detail to scratch at that itch making him so curious. “But Jon’s known her for years, isn’t that enough time?”

Arya spoke next, more of a tone drenched in an amusement towards her brother as much as it took on a bit of a lecturing tone. “Father means when they’ve been dating for a long time. Besides, lots of people date and don’t get married.”

“But aren’t they supposed to?” The expressions of most of the Starks were in much more amusement just like Arya. The conversation taking a strange turn but as it was about Jon and yourself, most seemed to feel like they didn’t need to quell it before making anyone uncomfortable. A little bit of that in the Stark household was normal. Arya asking why he thought you two would supposed to get married now of all times, and did not a single person at the table expect the words to come out of Rickons mouth next.

“Because she’s pregnant.”

Without a shadow of a doubt, every single person there was now staring in a wide eyed shock towards you both. Your own mouth parted open in a confused stammer that never developed into words, Jon next to you looking akin to a spooked horse. There was not a word said as everyone looked to you both for an explanation but you sat with something that paralyzed your ability to speak.

The only pair of eyes that weren’t staring at you in a confused shock, were Robbs deep blue ones that as soon as you met them did they dart to Jons in what was an undoubted glare of suspicion.

An attempt to salvage the situation, Ned cleared his throat to ask his youngest where exactly he had heard that but the answer made less sense then before. “Jon was talking about it with someone on his phone.” His little brother turning to him with a more apologetic wince, “I wasn’t looking on purpose..”

Jons own head shifted slightly to the side as if he wished to tell his little brother it was alright but there was an obstacle in his way just like there was you. Only, you didn’t know what that meant, and Jon clearly did despite how little it told you what brought Rickon to this conclusion. Trying to speak through something rough in his throat Jon attempted to simmer down the situation with the most direct truth. “She uh...” Running a hand over his mouth he forced the words out through what everyone could tell was the most uncomfortable they’d ever seen him. “She’s not pregnant.”

“Oh. But I thought-”

Rickon being interrupted by Catelyn, sternly looking to him no doubt trying to drop this discussion if not for Jons sake, then certainly yours. “Rickon. You shouldn’t be looking at messages on other people’s phones, it’s an invasion of privacy.”

Arya tried to ease it as well, “And you thought you saw something that wasn't even true anyways.”

Trying to protest with something else, Catelyn again shut it down telling him that was enough, but it was for mostly nothing. Very suddenly did the loud scratch of wood dragging against the floor ring out as you pushed back from the table. Barley managing to mutter out an “Excuse me.” The name muttered beside you hardly even registered as Jon before you had walked passed all of the eyes at the table and found your winding path the door outside.

The no sounds within the house shut away the moment you closed the sliding glass behind you, only the sounds of night and nature out. The breeze of the wind felt both refreshing and relieving on your skin, the nerves flowing through nearly having made a light sheen of sweat come over you in the time it took your feet to reach here. Your heart felt like it begun to race enough your hands grasped at the railing against the edge of the deck, leg bent back at the knee as your head dropped.

The tightness in your chest as if something heavy sat atop it and everything felt too overwhelming as if the anxiety overtook the remainder of your senses, replacing it with it’s stinging ire as your mind told you what you already know, you shouldn’t have even come. Ever since the day you called Jon to come get you from Karl Tanner’s house, you had kept screwing up the lives of the Starks over and over and the weight felt insurmountable without even being able to explain to yourself why.

Shoving his brother in the side did Bran shout at him, “Look what you did.” Rickon had no qualms about shouting back that he didn’t do anything but Bran didn’t let up as much as he did. “Why did you even say that?” Again his little brother only shouting back more angry that he just wanted to know as tempers flowed between them.

“You didn’t just ask, you made assumptions about things you don’t understand.” Rickon shouting back now to Arya that he did understand but the more voices raised the easier it was for the three of them to rile each other up further, and the more Ned had to play referee to get his children to stop.

There was a deep guilt sitting in Jons stomach, it was a misunderstanding from something he knew his youngest brother didn’t grasp was something he shouldn’t have just said to the whole family. But he knew it was still on his shoulders, he should’ve deleted the messages days ago. He should’ve never kept them, never looked at them again and Rickons wandering eyes wouldn’t have been in the perfect spot for one singular moment to get the wrong idea.

He felt very little compulsion however, to say a word as he got up to follow you. He could feel the remainder of eyes not currently entangled in an argument look up at him, but with shoulders tense and his jaw clenched trying to breathe evenly did Jon swiftly pass by everyone else out of the room.

An idea of where you’d likely go, but before Jon could get anywhere near the back of the house did a voice stop him that he truly did not want to deal with right now. “Snow.”

Stopping in place, Jons eyes closed as long as it took to exhale roughly, before turning around to see an equally as aggravated Robb come up to him. It was a short, barking tone but Jon was not in the mood for the look in his brothers eye who was as ready no doubt to chew him out as he did months ago on the phone. “What, Robb?”

Closing the gap, his brother had the decency to lower his voice to a mutter rather then allow anyone else to hear them. “How about you start by telling me what went on back there?” Jon barley rasping out that they could do this later, only to have Robb grab him by the shoulder and roughly pull Jon back to face him. “Or you tell me now before I let you follow her out there and make her feel worse.”

In an instant did Jons eyes darken as they narrowed, stepping up more into his space Jon let an edge sit right at the back of his throat. “You think I wanted Rickon to say all that? That I wanted her to get embarrassed in front of everyone?”

Robb kept his tone as falsely calm as he could knowing Jon did not buy it. “No, but what I do want to know is what in seven hells were you talking about in the first place that made him think that?”

It took a significant amount of effort within Jon not to raise his voice. He knew saying it bordered on petty, but it came out along with the anger anyways as he muttered, “What I say to my friends about my girlfriend has nothing to do with you.”

Neither took the high rode, to simply allow the anger sit apart from one another until a civil discussion could be had. “We all tried to protect her from her ex’s before. She’s still my friend, why shouldn’t I still protect her now?” Jon said not a word, whatever his brother was trying to imply, his silence was daring him to have the bravery and say it. The way Robb didn’t have the bravery to still even admit the only reason he cared this much was because he was jealous.

But Robb didn’t say it, the way he didn’t before and Jon only shook his head slow and once. “You don’t even know what you’re trying to protect her from, because you know there isn’t anything. You know I’m not trying to hurt her, or embarrass her.” Should he have said it when Robb hadn’t actually said his own side in truth? Jon wasn’t sure, but he felt the line in the dirt trying to be crossed and he was putting a stop to it before either of them went too far. “And I sure as hell never protected her from all her ex’s because I wanted to be the one to prove I was better for her.”

Robb’s expression twitched, but did not make a chance, nor did Jon care about waiting to see what that would be. He wanted to make a bigger problem out of everything then it all was because he hated that he for once felt like the one on the outside. But Jon wasn’t responsible for getting his brother passed that feeling, not by a long shot.

But, that didn’t stop the fact that his own brother, his closest companion his whole life, had suddenly decided Jon was simply no better then the men who abused you before him. And it didn’t stop the fact that as much as it made Jon angry, it also hurt a great deal to feel Robb losing that trust in him so quickly.

A warm had suddenly pressed against your upper back, the startled jump you followed with just as suddenly simmer down to a relaxed feeling beyond even what you were moments before. Jon came up close next to you, standing up straight to your leaning figure without invading your space too much when he wasn’t sure how much you had come down yet. “Do you want me to get-”

Shaking your head, your voice a bit weak but not anywhere near as shaking as you suspected he thought it would’ve been. “No, it’s alright. I’m fine.” Muttering a question of if you promised, and you nodded. Only to add right away in what you knew he preferred to hear out loud. “I promise. I just..I needed some air. I- I don’t know why I freaked out for a moment.”

Looking more up to where he stood, there was that narrowed worry in his brows but that shine which echoed so beautifully in the moonlight of his grey eyes bright looking down at you. “I’m so sorry, darling.”

You took him by surprise, how little you held any of those nerves or worry in your voice or person whatsoever as you shook your head. Pushing to stand up a bit straighter, you felt Jon turn a bit to lean his back against the railing to face you better. “Unless you paid Rickon to embarrass both of us in front of your family, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A doubt washing across his face it was as if a force was compelling him to explain himself in the manner you would ramble, but if Jon didn’t like when you did that, you wouldn’t let him either. Trying to begin explaining the misunderstanding, you grasped gently at his hand. Pulling it to your front as you shifted to face him, both hands opening up his fingers curled into themselves and gently toyed with them before you let your other hand loose so it could sit more against his stomach. “Jon.” His eyes finding yours, soft and genuine as if the roles were revered against his now worried ones. “You don’t need to justify saying something about me in private to your friends. I’ve talked about you in private before.”

As if the worry dropped, did Jons eyes glint with something playful as a small smirk came to his lips, “Oh?” His free hand now grabbing at your waist, his other toying with your hand that still gently held his. “What exactly does a girl like you say about her boyfriend in private when he’s not around?”

It was a skill, as soon as the roles reversed between you did Jon gain the upper hand all over again as you instantly felt flustered at his implication. The stammer now much more real trying to protest against the handsome grin on his face. “I don’t- it isn’t about anything like that.” Trying to pull away did Jon twist so he could snatch at your hand toying with his and tug you into his front more. Grabbing your other to do the same when you let the other try to squirm free too. The laugh building in your chest, trying to keep it withheld when he was like this, not to spur him on more. “I only meant when I’m worried about things, I bring you up.”

Narrowing his eyes ever so slightly, Jon did not let it go. “That doesn’t really narrow anything down.”

He let out the first genuine laugh, as soon as your face fell flat. A hand moving to cup your cheek, Jon let the amusement between you both linger for a minute as he let his thumb trail over your cheek and jaw, keeping your gaze locked onto his before he found his voice, soft and gentle once more. “It was something Tormund was saying, what Rickon saw.” Clarifying when your face had turned to a more confused one. “He’s young, he didn’t understand what we were talking about. He just saw your name and something about getting pregnant and put the dots together thinking I was talking about you right now.”

It wasn’t meant as an interrogation, and in your mind you knew Jon didn’t take it was one but you hesitantly asked it regardless. “Do...do you and him talk about me getting pregnant a lot?”

Jons shrug was followed with something affectionate in his voice, but also there was something to tell you that he wasn’t being dishonest either. Even through the confidence he said it, pulling you by your waist just a bit closer to him. “More often then never.”

Biting down on on your tongue, you attempted to mask the fluster from invading your smile but Jon would’ve seen it anyways as you muttered, pretending as if it was to yourself alone. “I’m not sure I even want to know how that conversation came about between you two.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jon felt that weight in his heart again. Both in a knowing and an anger for why in the first place, but not coming close to making you feel as if that feeling was even there save if you mistaken it towards you. “No, probably not.” Asking gently if he wanted to go back inside, Jon instead chose to turn you in place. Putting your front back against the railing of the deck, as both of his arms came to perch against them encasing you between them and his front now warm against your back.

A tender rasp as he leaned down to your ear. “Let me keep you out here a while. By the time they bring out dessert, everyone will have moved on.” A large hand coming up to pull back the hair draped over your shoulder, moving it to lay against the other as he tucked the stubborn loose strands behind your ear. His lips pressing just once against the skin of your neck as he muttered into it. “Now when I actually get you pregnant, they’re not going to believe me.”

“Jon-” Loudly protesting his name with a laugh, Jon wrapped his other hand around your front to keep you in his arms as he laughed loudly right back. Only he could be the one to embarrass you it seemed.

“You’re an idiot.”

The manner which Robb turned to glare at Sansa was not unlike the stern warning kind he’d given all of his younger siblings many times before, as was the tone low but even hissing from him. “Don’t start.”

As if she didn’t hear, Sansa came to invade where he stood. Blocking the view he had of the outside back of the house all together, her frustratingly tall height meant that unless he physically moved her himself, he couldn’t avoid her irritated attitude towards him. “You don’t get to be the one pushing for your brother to date your friend, only to get angry with him when he finally does it. That’s on you for not doing anything in the first place.”

Narrowed his eyes at her with a tilt of his head, Robb found even more warning in his tone which Sansa did not at all take to heart. “That is not what this is about, Sansa.” Only challenging back that wasn’t it? Turning enough to unblock his view of the outside, right at the edge of the window’s view could one just manage to see Jon and you on the upper deck. You tucked back into his chest, with gentle smiles and laughs being shared in your perceived outdoor privacy.

Without even thinking, did Robbs eyes get drawn right back to the sight only to realize with a huff and a roll of them away from it did he know Sansa had caught him red handed. And she spared no time addressing it. “If you were interested in her, then you never should have encouraged Jon to make a move after what happened with Ramsay. You can’t push him to have what you wanted, and then get angry when he does.” Commenting as he refused with an annoyance that isn’t what happened, she shot right back. “So what did happen that you’re so angry at him about? Beacuse you’re clearly not angry at her, everytime Jon even so much as looked in her direction during dinner you looked like you wanted to hit him.”

Robb kept everything he said to a minimum, knowing that it was all too possible Sansa would hear the wrong thing and run with it. “I’m just looking out for her, after what happened.”

Her face twisted towards him as if she though him daft. Gesturing back out to you both out the window her voice talked down to him the same. “Yes, they really look like there is so much to worry about between them.” Forcing Robb to look back at her she stepped back in front of him. “He made a mistake, you were there for her and now that he fixed things, you’re jealous because you liked it when it was you she needed.”

He said nothing, not that he thought Sansa expected him too. Glancing away there was not a complete lack of truth in what she said, but he would not give her the fuel by saying it out loud. He didn’t like being jealous and angry at Jon as much as Jon no doubt hated the new rift between them. They so rarely fought about anything, and it was always awful when they did. As if the wolfs blood in both of them heated to a feral degree and turned them into animals over it.

Shaking her head though, Sansa clearly decided for the night, any further lecture was not worth it. “If you want her, Robb? Do something about it. Beacuse standing here being angry about it, isn’t working. So maybe try something that actually does.”

He didn’t care to watch as she walked off, a lecture from his little sister was not what Robb wanted tonight, but it did give him a lot to think about. He didn’t know what his own goal was at the end of this journey of jealousy was, but stealing you from his own brother was not the ending he envisioned would make a single person involved even remotely happy.

But she was right, because Jon was right. Robb was jealous. He was jealous because feelings for you sneaked up on him with no warning and now he was left lost as to what to do about it. For the first time, he felt completely directionless when it came to a girl and even worse, he already was doing the wrong things to handle it.

For once though, Robb managed to force himself away from the window and out of the room instead of brewing on that jealousy until he did something even stupider then what he was blaming Jon for in the first place.

It was almost amusing, returning back here in such a different state of mind considering what brought you to this place last. The red of the leaves even in the night sky looked so vivid and bright against the white bark fresh like snow. Jon had suggested walking the property a little bit, knowing it would help ease what was left bogging down both of your minds. Ending up by the heart tree in the godswood, you found a smile half climbing its way onto your face that caught Jons attention.

Glancing up to him, he only playfully narrowed his expression as he tilted his head in inquiry. You shrugged a shoulder, wrapping your arms around one of his as you leaned comfortably into his warm side as you both stood in front of the Weirwood. “The last time I was here was after I took off during the Winter Harvest.”

Jons eyes were preoccupied, bright as they looked all around as the trees surrounding always helped made the godswood feel as if it were separate from the rest of the property. You could perfectly imagine when winter hit, him standing right where he was now, but the snow gentle as it collected in his curls, making the inky black stand out so much more against the contrasted snowflakes melting one by one in their thick lusciousness. You almost missed him speaking entirely were you not so close. “Why?” Shaken out of your dreaming gaze, did you make a noise in the back of your throat as if asking him to repeat himself. No doubt you had been caught staring, the small smile on his lips as he repeated, “Why come here that night?”

Inhaling deeply, you tried to think through the rationality. You had been very intoxicated by the time you found yourself here, sitting with your back against the Weirwood in the too small, far too revealing dress as the cool winds sobered you up. “I’m not sure, really. I just left, and something somewhere in me wanted to come here.”

Grey eyes stared down at you with a wondering, but he didn’t rush to say what came to mind before he found the proper words through a deep, thoughtful inhale. Only, stopping himself before he could even open his mouth with a gentle laugh to himself. “What?” Shaking his head, you failed to force a pretending frown over your genuine smile. “Fine, don’t tell me.”

Your own intention was to wander closer to the small pond of water feet in front of the carved face only to suddenly be pulled back by Jon the moment you strayed too far. Turning you to look up at him your hands held at his waist to steady yourself, while he own held at one arm and the other traced itself along the side of your head. The softness in his eyes remained but something from deeper within came forward. Akin to a frown of something more genuine came over as he let his thumb run along your jaw as if tempted to trace across to your lips.

His voice just a gentle rasp as he slid the hand on your arm down to your hip. “You came here that night, because part of you knows you belong here.” Your eyes flashed in question, which he elaborated, thumb seeking up along the soft skin of your cheek. “Even my father knew you’d come here.”

Your head turned to the side for a moment as you considered it, but if there was anything you couldn’t deny, it was that you felt at peace standing here with Jon in that very moment. It was quiet and meek and just perhaps, it slipped out before you could stop yourself. “Or maybe it’s just because I belong here with you.”

Jon’s expression didn’t change, nothing changed. You wished it would, that he would laugh or scoff and tease you for saying something like that but he didn’t. And part of you could only wonder if perhaps he knew you said it without meaning to, and returned the favour by choosing to voice one of his own. The hand on your hip trailing a big more, his large hand reaching to where you didn’t pay attention. His head dropped somewhat as he said it, not meeting your eyes as his face twisted. An anticipation against what he was about to say. “Would it really be so bad?”

“Would what be so bad?”

Peeking back up to meet your eyes, you felt where his hand had travelled. Thumb putting just enough pressure down that you felt him run it up and down against your lower stomach, a shine in his eyes of something much more on edge then before. “Would it be so bad if you were pregnant?”

Part of you wanted to have more of a reaction. Shock or taken aback, ask where that came from or what he was talking about. Have an unknown feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach, but no. Your voice only spoke as gentle as his muttered, but without the nerves. “I don’t know. It wouldn’t be the worst thing thats ever happened.”

Finally a hint of a laugh left him. Jon never more handsome then when a smile or laugh came over his face as if it lightened up the best of his features more then you thought possible. More properly cupping your cheek, Jon pulled you just a bit closer. “Could move you with me into the house for a while. Give my sisters a chance to drive you crazy for a bit. He’d be able to be born surrounded by family.”

A playful smirk more came over you that he caught on quickly too. “He? Deciding it’s a boy this far ahead?”

Running his thumb a feather light path over your bottom lip, Jon leaned in to let his nose trace over yours, a slight nudge as he spoke, feeling you return the gesture. “I didn’t decide anything. I already know he’s a boy.” You found a laugh as Jon repeated the gesture, saying that he didn’t even exist yet.

Pulling you up to look him in the eye, your mouth opened then closed once more thinking it over, but just found something warm within your veins travelling all over and low. Your hands reached up around the back of his neck to hold there, watching his grey eyes grow darker and darker the longer he looked at you. “I think we have a few steps before we get there.”

His hand was warm as he let it slide under the bottom of your shirt, running over the skin against your stomach before seeking out your waist, hand growing more and more bold as he ran along your side, palm against your bare skin. Slowly you felt yourself moving backwards at Jons command, step by step until suddenly did your back come into contact with the trunk of the Weirwood, Jons voice as deep as his accent rasped thick. Leaning down, his lips hovered right over yours as your eyes fluttered closed, the hot brush of his breath swiping across your skin. “Doesn’t mean we can’t practice.”

The smallest of gasps left you, which Jon took the advantage of, and pressed his lips to yours. Cupping both your cheeks, Jons lips were soft and guiding as you let your hands wrap tighter around the back of his neck. His own body stepping forward as you leaned up with an eagerness that has Jon press you further against the Weirwood.

He always begun gentle, but it never lasted. Something in Jon did not have the capability to stay calm and slow when he had you to himself. Deeper and deeper he kissed you, around you nothing but the sounds of bugs in the night, the breeze of wind through the trees and the press of hips lips to yours over and over. Never bothering to pretend he was going to pull away before he started all over again.

One hand slid to hold at the back of your neck, a firm grip as if keeping you steady while the other trailed downward to the buttons at the front of your jeans. No shame held, nor even needed to pull back or open his eyes to have one done then another before the hand on your neck tilted you to the side. Barely allowing himself to tear from your lips to run his tongue along your neck with his lips pressing down to follow each brush.

A buzz slowed through you as if one had begun to drink a tad too much, but never did you feel any dizziness with it. Only something warm flowing through you faster and faster as you begun feeling the cold air hit your hips and lower. Just barley stopping before any of you was exposed to the night, did Jon bite down. The sting burned through you, back arching into him as you gasped with a cry of need.

Hands grasping tightly at what you could reach of him but your eyes fluttered as he sucked down to mark the indents with a bruise with no care for where you both truly were. “Jon..”

Pulling from your neck, his lips still parted with something wanting to growl in his chest. Eyes black as the sky above, only he grabbed the sides of your jeans once more and pressed his lips urgent but quick lasting to yours. Rasping against you, as if he was about to give you no choice. “Let me do this, darling.”

Nodding with a breathlessness, Jon barley let himself kiss you once more before he kneeled down. Dragging your jeans and under carefully down. Swiftly pulling the slip ons on your feet off and taking the rest of it off, your bare half cold to the world, shaking in a blur of nerves as well. Your toes curled as the leaves under you felt cold as well, but Jon was so warm as he stayed knelt in front of you.

A large hand grasped gentle at your calf, prompting you to lift your foot up off the ground. Your hand reached out, grasping at a low branch by you just as Jon gently shushed you. Pressing his lips to your calf and up to your knee, muttering between each one. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

If he saw you nod, you weren’t sure. Your eyes closing at the realization of what he was in fact doing, rising your leg up enough so that your thigh was rested over one of his shoulders. His other hand pressed against your inner thigh pushing enough to indicate he wanted you to spread wider. Your face was flush with something as turned on as it was nervous doing so, but again his rasp was so deep and comforting in the quiet.

Upwards he made a path along your inner thighs closer and closer to the warmth between your legs. “Just a taste, I promise.” Though, you both knew that to Jon, a taste could very easily be much more over indulgent to one then another.

He had ceased to give up on ensuring every part of you along the way had contact with his lips in a kiss, your hand tightening around the branch as the sudden feeling washed over you as he did so along you up to your clit. Yet there was when he had truly begun.

Sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves you cried lightly out as your head fell back against the bark, eyes fluttering closed as he increased the pressure with no shame. Hand still on your thigh of the leg standing was tight before he eased up both, a warning of sorts to trust him.

Replacing with his tongue, brushes against your clip were short at first. Quick but in patterns that were tight and purposeful as your heart beat out of your chest and your insides twisted around a burning flame. Longer brushes soaked you as you felt yourself drawing closer and closer.

Normally sometimes you found yourself in a fight against it. The fear as if once you let yourself go, he would stop there when you needed him, but you had not the time you wished together, not here at least. Your other hand barley let itself rest along his curls as if worried of grasping anything too roughly, but again over and over his tongue dragged you along as he gave your clit nothing but fervent attention.

The wave flowed close, and with just a taste he promised you allowed yourself to be flooded through with your end. Hand curling into his locks, a tighter pull then meant dragged a growl against you, the vibrations only causing him to suck your clit as if to torment you as much as you didn’t mean to him. But he did not pull away.

No, Jon shoved your leg wider, and found himself the taste he most desired with no care for the property he acted it upon. Barley with a voice you muttered out, “Wait, Jon..you said..”

But he didn’t care. Running his tongue along your folds before he let his mouth drink from you out of nothing but a need. For you yes, but his hands held at you tightly, grasping with a mean grip you could not fight if you wished too, but dragging his tongue over the wetness you were soaked with only created a circle that gifted him more and more.

Running along what he could inside of you, whatever warmth you were to him, so was he dragging his tongue along every inch he could brush along. Dragging out everything you had, a growl vibrated against you as your hand grasped more at his curls, again and again the cycle repeated as he refused any chance for your wetness to go anywhere but his tongue. To let it go to waste where he couldn’t taste it.

Your lungs burned trying to keep every sound to yourself, biting down against your lip enough you could feel it asking to tear just the slightest, but you soaked Jons mouth as much as he left a stain of his saliva against you as a symbol of his work. That he drank from you one, and left another as if needing to prepare you.

Closer and closer he pulled you to a second, but this time he would slow. Run gently back to your clit and along your folds. His facial hair scratched raw against your upper thighs, marks showing the irritation against his mouth but as you cried he groaned into your cunt in his own need. The taste of you alone had Jons cock throbbing behind his own jeans and it was insufferable in his mind he had to put up with his mind wanting more, when all he truly needed was this.

The taste between your legs but the moment you felt your orgasm come drawing closer for a third, he no longer took it from you. Bracing his hands more against you, Jon kept you pinned down against his mouth however much his strength could, and your head fell backwards with a needing cry of his name as your orgasm burst through you like a star exploding in the sky above.

Whatever wetness you had, Jon tasted it, he drank from you until he was all that was left and your lungs burned trying to keep it down. Thighs shaking you hadn’t even noticed he gently placed your other leg to stand back down, until he stood up.

Cupping both your cheeks, Jon gave you no time to feel something shy about what of you was left against his lips before he shared his addiction with it’s source. His tongue gliding into your mouth right away, his kiss only attacking as you gasped for air and he stole it all for himself. Brushing his tongue over yours, you never grasped what he liked about it, but you always obeyed him the same.

Leaning more over you again, Jon pressed you back against the tree from where you leaned off of it. Without even thinking, it was as if he consumed your mind and you fell victim to his bewitching. Hands moving to do his bidding, did Jon kiss you deeper and deeper as you begun unzipping his jeans, only to move a hand down himself. Grasping your hands to motion for him to do the work, Jon refused to leave your lips.

Wrapping around one leg, Jon let go of your other cheek to grasp at the other. Feeling your hands around the back of his neck, Jon instead of what you expected, suddenly hoisted you up. Pressing you tight against the Weirwood, his forehead resting against yours as he rasped, “I love you.”

Nodding back, your voice hardly managed to return before you felt the tip of his cock drag against you. The moment the saliva coating between your legs let him tease at slipping inside of you, Jon spared not a second longer without doing so. A deep growl turned groan left Jon, head dropping to bite down against your neck leaving you to only grasp around his shoulders with a gentle moan.

He was the opposite of what he had begun as, slowly did he move. His cock sliding with such shamelessly little resistance deep inside of you, stretching you against his thick length with a sting that you burned for. Almost all the way out he pulled before working along your sensitive walls, hiding in his curls as you wrapped your arms around him tighter.

Had any watched, it wouldn’t even have looked as if he was moving much at all, but you felt him, you felt him fill you as your chest twisted inside around and around as it build within you that desperate white hot core only he ever created within you. You must have cried his name louder then you thought, kissing a path to your ear his voice as as heavy as your mind felt, “I know, darling, I know. Just stay with me, I know it’s a lot.”

Barley nodding, you couldn’t help but clench so tightly around his length as he filled you slowly over and over. Each time he found himself unable to leave your warmth more and more, now only pulling out halfway before sinking back as deep as you could take him. Your breath felt like it never recovered, your body warm and covering itself with something almost turned to sweat as you tired to tilt his head up to you again, desperate for him to kiss you into quiet.

Never deny as such, Jon kissed you deeply with another groan from him turned a higher pitched whine from you which never escaped. Closer and closer he dragged you right to that end, it was never destined to last long, not here, but it all felt overwhelming.

The tenseness of inside, the words shared, or maybe just the location against a symbol of the faith his family always held belief in as Jon had no shame in taking you here. Pulling back, he rasped close enough you felt his lips brush yours with ever word. “They were right. We took long enough to get here, I’m not waiting for anything else.”

Your mind was too fuzzy to truly know what he was even saying before you nodded, “Please Jon, please..”

Sinking inside of you over and over, you shook in his touch but he never wavered as his thrusts didn’t either. “Already made love to you here, now we have to get married here too.” What were you even nodding in agreement of? You didn’t know, you just heard his voice against you, his cock so deep and thick inside of you and knew you’d do anything he wanted this way.

As if sealing something of a deal, a pact, signing away your fate did Jon kiss you as both of you found your ends together as if meant to. Your soaking walls clenched tight around him, almost refusing the chance that he would pull out of you as his cock throbbed before his orgasm hit only seconds after yours burst around him.

Slow grinding thrusts as Jons seed spilled deep inside of you, never letting himself stop as each thick spurt was fucked into you as if with purpose. Hiding your head in his hair, Jon too pressed his lips to your neck as you both came and came down together.

Your heart still catching your lungs up to speed, Jon muttered roughly, “Hold on, darling.” Not knowing what he meant before you grasped tightly at him, a whine biting back down as he pulled out of you, the stretch of him always made it more sensitive. Just as slow, Jon guided you back down to the ground, turning you by your cheek up to look at him, he pressed his forehead to yours. His hands quickly putting himself back together, before pulling you up to his lips.

Lingering against you with just as much of a slowness, but the passion radiated through it’s chasteness with no issue reading the words behind it. You returned just as much.

By the time he finally managed to help you with your own clothes, he looked needing but fine, you looked nothing but a mess only able to look up at him. A laugh breathed out as he ran his nose along yours. “Maybe we stay here a bit longer.” Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, finding yourself just leaning into his front as his other hand cupped the back of your head, smoothing down your hair as his other wrapped around you to keep you pressed into him. “Wait until you don’t look like such a beautiful mess for me.”

You could only nod. Both of you standing there for a little while longer. Jon found his mind able to think a little clearer. He would never do anything to hurt you in any way again, but neither did Jon want to hurt his brother. Not with this tension between them, or by forcing him to just deal with his jealousy and get over it with no compassion.

Something had to be done, but as you lifted your head to gently capture your lips with his once more before he would guide you back to the main house, Jon was completely lost as to what that would be. But he knew he had to think quickly, because he knew Robb and he knew until he was sure Jon had no malicious intentions, he would not give up the fact that not to your apparent knowledge, had Jon seemed to be discussing something about getting you pregnant.

Which wasn’t wrong. Tormund had started it, but Jon didn’t exactly shut that conversation down when he had the chance. It was all terribly complicated in his head. Because as much as he didn’t want to hurt his brother, still Jon thought, now more then ever, did he find it nearly impossible to ignore what Tormund suggested in the first place.

“Get her pregnant, then. No more obvious way to mark her as yours Snow, then to put a son in her.”

[crownedtargaryen]

tear you apart. modern werewolf!cregan

pairing: modern werewolf!cregan x reader (a/n): i’ll be honest i really didn’t wanna write this cause i am in no way a cregan enjoyer (idk why i just cant get into him) so im sorry if this feels lazy CW: p in v sex, breeding kink, mentions of blood, overstimulation if you squint, kinda a lot tbh he’s a beast. prns: she/her words: 1.3k tag list: @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @daenerysapologist @twizzy123

Being with Cregan Stark was both a treat and a nightmare. A popular hockey player with a more reserved girl seemed like an unexpected match. If his team wins a game, you sit on the couch at this party. You watch the sweaty and shaggy men loiter and flirt loosely, Cregan trying to include me. You stare at him and smile as you softly reject his request. Though, he was a bit of an idiot when it came to understanding others' feelings, completely blind to negative emotions.

He's lucky he's attractive.

You sit on the couch, idly sipping the alcoholic beverage that rests in the red cup between your fingers, staring at the boys. With his shaggy dark hair and beautifully shaped facial hair, Cregan stood out. His toned muscles gleamed in the minimal light around him. You couldn't help the swelling feeling between your legs. Every time sex was brought up, Cregan avoided urges like the plague. You were unsure why since he'd called you his "destined mate." If you both were so destined to be together, why does he avoid intimacy like a plague?

That is, until tonight.

Something in him changes as he comes down from some high, his chest heaving as his hands clench into fists. Robb is nearby and spots a behavioral change. Quickly, you watch as he rushes towards Jon, whose eyes widen in surprise. What's happening? Did he get hurt?

You get up, heading for Cregan to check on him. But, before you reach him, a strong hand pulls you back. You turn around, looking at Jon Snow's familiar face, Cregan's distant half-cousin.

"We're leaving," he says sternly, his voice smooth like silk. You shake your head looking at Cregan. You only see him as Robb drags him off, his eyes fiery and full of something you can't place. When he looks at you, he's practically clawing Robb to get to you, a power trip between the two.

"I came here with Cregan! I can't just leave him," you snap, Jon's brows furrowing as he grabs you tighter and forcefully drags you off to his car.

"I'll get your things, just stay here and behave," he says, pushing me into the back seat and getting into the front, not saying another word. Despite your abundance of questions, Jon stays silent and stern. Is Cregan okay? What's happening? Why can't I see him? This is unfair, you have to tell me! Jon doesn't budge, continuing his one-track mind as you fall quiet, not dwelling on what you've just seen.

When you walk into the Stark house, it's a scattered mess. Arya and Sansa are whispering to each other, which silences when you enter, Robb, Jon, and Ned are all rushing around from Cregan's room to the kitchen, and Catelyn is sitting with the girls in dead silence. You hear the women ushering you to join them, to stay downstairs, but you don't obey. Slowly, you walk up the stairs to Cregan's room.

A shaky hand touches the hot doorknob as you open it slowly, spotting Cregan tied to the bed with anything they can, his chest bare and heaving desperately as his eyes hold a soft yellow hue that glares into your soul. Your heart pounds, closing the door and locking it quickly, rushing to Cregan and furrowing your brows.

"What the fuck is this?! What's going on?" You say with pained confusion. Cregan whimpers under your eyes like a dog, his jaw clenching as his hips push into the air. That's when you notice. His hands hold claws, sharp like an animal’s, yellow-hued eyes staring eagerly into yours, and his raging hard-on that hurt in his pants. It all made sense; why he was tied down, why the women stayed away while the men went around.

He wasn't a human.

You take your hand, placing it on Cregan's cheek, his body blazing hot as he moans and nuzzles into your palm, taking in the scent of your wrist. His k-9 teeth seemed more prominent now as he nipped at your skin with a desperate look in his eyes. You shiver with delight, biting your lip and moving in to kiss him, a banging on the door trailing your thoughts away.

Fuck it.

You ignore the knock, untying Cregan. Within seconds he's on you, his arms cradling your torso and his clawed hands trailing up your shirt. He cups at your breasts through your bra's flimsy lace.

"Mine," he growls lowly, pressing his hard-on to your clothed cunt, grinding his hips slowly. "Breed. Please." He looks at you, only barely restraining himself from forcing this upon you.

You moan in delight, tilting your head back as you return his waist movements tenfold, nodding quickly. "Yes, your mate," you whisper, lips parting slightly as a pathetic whimper escapes your lips. "Take me, Cregan. Please." The plea barely escapes your lips as he pins you against the bed, hands ripping off your clothing like an animal. You ignore the banging on the door, shivering at the heat rushing onto your skin, Cregan tearing off your underwear and pants, tossing the torn-apart clothing to the floor as she sheds his trousers, underwear nowhere to be seen. He grabs your thighs, pulling you up roughly and his mouth immediately abusing your throbbing cunt, tongue lapping at your folds and rolling in circles on your swollen clit, a euphoric groan emerging from him as those yellow eyes glare into yours, forcing you to keep your gaze locked with his. His tongue plunges inside of you, juices squirting onto the muscle as he fists his cock eagerly, grinding into his palm. You sink into the sheets, panting desperately and rolling your hips into his mouth, your thighs trembling. His claws dig into your thighs, harsh enough to prick the skin and draw small bits of blood.

With a filthy pop, he moves off your cunt too early for your liking. But, his regard for your pleasure is now extinct. You can't speak before his cock plunges into you. It took everything out of him not to rail at you. His eyes stare into yours, pushing you into a mating press and his eyes attempting to not roll back in his skull, sweat dripping from his tan muscles and down his freckled shoulders and face, shaggy dark hair dangling in front of your face as his cross necklace dangles in your face, almost taunting you to sink into this sin. Slowly, you grind your hips to tell him to start moving, which he gladly does with an animalistic growl, keeping deep and lustful eye contact as he slams his hips to yours, filthy wet slapping noises filling the room as his lips move to your neck, nipping at the fragile skin.

"Could rip you apart," he whispers, excitement coursing through you. "Tear your pretty body to shreds if I wanted." He slams harder into your cunt, making you whimper and scream his name, clawing red swelling marks into his skin. Cregan loves it, pressing his forehead to yours and huffing loudly. Growls mixed with heavy grunts escaped him. Since this was your first time in ages, you knew you couldn't last anymore.

His hips snap into yours as you tell him you're getting closer to your blissful finale. He ignores you, pounding it just as hard, slamming into that spongy spot inside you, pounding it when you squeal his name. When you see white, you feel him bite in an oddly specific spot on your neck, hard enough to draw blood. He licks up the red metallic fluid eagerly.

"That's it... Fuckin' take my pups in that filthy cunt. Fuck..." He groans in your ear, body trembling in delight.

"Cre- Cregan, stop- I-I can't take any more." You cry, overwhelmed with pleasure. He ignores your pleas, riding out his orgasm just as rough as he started, bursting inside you. 

Gradually, he slows, looking into your eyes and panting heavily, keeping his cock stuffed in your cunt. With a loving kiss, he gently wipes away your tears.

"Don't pass out yet, I'm not done with you. You're all mine tonight, Cub. All. Mine."

[theoutcastrogue]

"There were a lot of things the censors wouldn’t let me do in the movies that I had done on stage. They wouldn’t even let me sit on a guy’s lap and I’d been on more laps than a napkin."

Mae West, cited in Jon Lewis, Hollywood v. hard core : how the struggle over censorship saved the modern film industry (New York University Press, 2000)

[mariacallous]

Over the last 16 years, presidential administrations of both parties have wielded the power of the Education Department not to just carry out congressional legislative directives but also to make their own policies—reshaping the federal government’s role in higher education. They’ve retooled the rules for accreditors, added new accountability measures for for-profit programs, overhauled the student loan system and changed how colleges respond to reports of sexual misconduct.

Not all of the policy changes survived legal challenges, but the legacy of legislating via regulation has endured. As Congress struggled to pass meaningful legislation related to higher education thanks to partisan gridlock, presidents increasingly opted to use the rule-making process to leave their mark on America’s colleges and universities.

But future administrations likely won’t be rewriting regulations in the same way after the Supreme Court on Friday ended a 40-year precedent under which federal courts deferred to agencies’ interpretations of ambiguous statutes. Chief Justice John Roberts Jr. wrote in the majority opinion that the deference to agencies known as the Chevron doctrine “cannot be reconciled” with the federal law dictating how the executive branch writes policies. Instead, federal judges should be empowered to determine whether a regulation complies with federal law.

“In one fell swoop, the majority today gives itself exclusive power over every open issue—no matter how expertise-driven or policy-laden—involving the meaning of regulatory law,” Justice Elena Kagan wrote in the dissent to last week’s ruling.

The court’s decision inLoper Bright Enterprises v. Raimondo significantly weakens the Education Department and other federal agencies and could grind the gears of higher ed policymaking to a halt unless Congress steps up, experts said Monday, warning of chaos and uncertainty for colleges and universities.

“Almost every aspect of running a modern campus is dictated in some way by federal regulations or guidance—whether that’s how you make staffing, compensation, training or enrollment decisions all the way down to the level of what you put on your website,” Jon Fansmith, senior vice president for government relations and national engagement at the American Council on Education, writes in an essay for Inside Higher Ed today. “It can be burdensome or contradictory and in some cases nonsensical, but mostly it was ‘the law.’ No more.”

The Biden administration’s new rules on Title IX, debt relief, gainful employment and more could all face greater judicial scrutiny in a post-Chevron environment. Case in point: On Monday a federal judge presiding over a lawsuit challenging the new Title IX rule requested that the states suing and the administration’s lawyers file briefs addressing the potential impact of the Loper Bright decision. What could happen to the batch of rules negotiated in the spring that deal with accreditation, state authorization and textbook pricing is also uncertain.

Some policy analysts, though, question the significance of the court’s decision, given that the doctrine hasn’t been applied consistently across the judiciary and that the Supreme Court hasn’t relied on it since 2016. Jason Delisle, a nonresident senior policy fellow at the Urban Institute’s Center on Education Data and Policy, said agency actions are challenged in courts all the time and judges could still side with the department.

Delisle added that those bemoaning the end of Chevron seem to be supporting the idea that “Congress can pass vague laws and agencies can do whatever they want.”

“If it really is as big of a deal as people think it is, then there’s a really easy solution, which is Congress can just specify things in law more and don’t make bold moves in your regulation,” Delisle added. “What’s so bad about that?”

In a signal of what’s to come from Republicans in Congress, Dr. Bill Cassidy, a U.S. senator from Louisiana, sought more information over the weekend about how the Education Department plans to comply with the court’s ruling.

“Given your agency’s track record, I am concerned about whether and how the department will adapt to and faithfully implement both the letter and spirit of this decision,” wrote Cassidy, the top Republican on the Senate education committee. “The department has flagrantly and repeatedly violated the law.”

Cassidy celebrated Chevron’s demise, saying in a statement that Chevron deference allowed unelected bureaucrats “to exercise power that exceeds their authority” and that the decision returns the role of legislating to Congress. The association representing for-profit colleges and universities also applauded the court’s decision.

“No agency has overreached more in exceeding congressional authority than the current U.S. Department of Education,” said Jason Altmire, chief executive officer of Career Education Colleges and Universities. “We are pleased that the Supreme Court has, once and for all, restrained the ability of the ideologically driven bureaucrats in the department to craft regulations based upon their own whims and biases, rather [than] what Congress had intended.”

Chevron Deference and Higher Ed

A 14-year project at the federal level to define what it means “to prepare students for gainful employment in a recognized occupation” is a case study in how agencies rely on Chevron deference to justify their actions.

When Congress first required some higher education programs to prepare their students for gainful employment in 1965, it didn’t define the term. Then, in 2010, the Obama administration’s Education Department rolled out a proposal to measure whether students were prepared for employment largely by looking at their debt load and earnings. Programs that failed the tests in the proposal would’ve lost access to federal financial aid, though that never happened.

The 2010 version of the so-called gainful-employment rule was struck down by the courts, but a district judge dismissed a challenge to the 2014 regulations, citing Chevron. The Trump administration later rescinded that rule, but the Biden administration resurrected the issue last year.

The latest version of the gainful-employment rule took effect Monday and applies to programs at for-profit institutions as well as nondegree programs in any sector, but the demise of Chevron could make the regulations more vulnerable to challenge.

Rebecca Natow, an assistant professor of educational leadership and policy at Hofstra University who researches federal higher education policymaking, said the end of Chevron will likely open the door to more lawsuits challenging administrative actions from regulations to guidance documents and the latest gainful-employment rule could be in trouble now.

“Without Chevron deference, courts can second-guess what agencies are deciding,” said Natow. “That’s problematic. The judges and federal law clerks are lawyers, not experts. They’re not living in the regulations the way the people that work in the agencies are … Just because agencies are unelected bureaucrats, it’s not a reason to take the deference away from them. They have all of that technical knowledge, all of that expertise.”

Barmak Nassirian, vice president for higher education policy at Veterans Education Success, an advocacy group, has participated in several rounds of rule making on gainful employment and other topics. He’s worried about giving judges the power to decide higher education policy—judgments that require an understanding of the technical details of regulations.

“We’re talking about taking challenges that make your eyes glaze over,” he said. “The notion that you can now take this to a judge who has never heard of gainful employment until the case has popped up—it’s hard to believe.”

Nassirian added that deference to agencies isn’t “always a happy thing,” particularly if you disagree with the party in power. But then when the politics favor your interests, he said, there are opportunities to change policies.

“That’s the nature of democracy,” he said. “This basically ends all of that.”

‘Congress Is a Mess’

For Rachel Fishman, director of higher education policy at New America, a left-leaning think tank, the fallout of the Loper Bright decision is hard to imagine in terms of the potential impact of new and future regulations. It won’t be good for students and taxpayers, she predicts, though other potential ramifications are unclear.

“It shows the importance of statute moving forward, and boy, does that worry me, because Congress is a mess,” she said. “It’s hard to envision good, thoughtful, smart bipartisan [legislation].”

The Higher Education Act of 1965, last updated in 2008, is long overdue for a refresh, and Fishman said that reauthorizing the legislation that governs federal financial aid programs and a range of other policies is going to be even more important post-Chevron.

Natow expects the end of Chevron to bring federal policymaking to a “near standstill” with a divided Congress and increasing political polarization that makes bipartisan compromise elusive.

“It’s really, really hard to get any meaningful higher education legislation through Congress, and I can’t imagine [this decision] is going to jolt Congress into, all of the sudden, wanting to have the two parties work together and pass legislation.”

Ending Chevron also means that when Congress does pass a law, the legislation will have to be more detailed and clear. But, Natow said, the more detailed the legislation gets, the harder it is to build consensus.

“Legislation has to be vague or it would never get through,” she said.

Nassirian is also skeptical of Congress’s capacity to step in and fill the void left by a potentially weaker Education Department.

“Congress, at some point, has to rely on the agency,” he said. “I just can’t grasp the notion of attempting to run the government through explicit legislative authorization. So it’s hard to do lots of details. There’s lots of things that are susceptible to change that cannot be chiseled into marble through legislative language. So there has to be some discretion, some interpretive discretion, for agencies to run the system … You really ponder how we can function as a country.”

[jerseyluck]

DC's Terrors Through Time (2022) Readthrough

In the spirit of Halloween, I believe it is time to crack open one of DC holiday specials. It is time for DC’s Terror Through Time.

The book starts with a Phantom Stranger Story written by Paul Levitz and art by Raul Fernandez. This is basically a story showing Phantom Stranger fighting all types of ghouls and goblins on Halloween. And that’s it. A very mid story to start the book off with.

The comic then goes to a Super-Sons story by Sholly Fisch with art by Luciano Vecchio. Now this is a fun story. Superboy (Jon Kent) and Robin (Damian Wayne) decide to go trick-or-treating together and wear each other costumes. The pair go to various locations throughout the DC Universe to get candy, but none of the superheroes are there. So, they go to the Hall of Justice where The Justice League are captured by some demons who escaped from hell for Halloween night. The Super-Sons have to distract the demons until the spell that will send them to hell kicks in.

The next story is Gotham City Sirens story with plot and art by Peter V. Nguyen. The story starts in Hawaii in 1995 (there is no reason for it to be 1995, except for a bad joke Harley makes) with Harley Quinn, Catwoman, and Poison Ivy meeting up. The trio discover that animals are going missing/dying. To solve this mystery, the girls go out to the jungles of the big island.

When they get to center of island, they discover the island god Pueo and the marching dead. And he tries to attack the girls, blaming man of the sickness on the island. But when they calm down a little, the Sirens realizes that it is the cats causing a disturbance on the isle. The god makes a deal with Catwoman to get the felines out of Hawaii or else Pueo will take more extreme measures.

Nguyen has a very distinct style that won’t be for everyone. This is a story where art will make or break it for you.

Then the book tells a story with classic DC supernatural force Swamp Thing. It is written by Zac Thompson with art by Andy McDonald. And this is a post-nuclear apocalypse story. Two people are gathering food out in the swamp when a two-headed gator monster attacks them. Swamp Thing arrives and manages to stall the creature until the pair escape. Many years later, the girl comes back to swamp and is attacked by the swamp monster, but this time Swamp Thing manages to kill it. A very simple, but well-enough told story for the season.

We go to the old school with JSA story by Charles Skaggs and Tom Mandrake. This takes place in 1944, and the JSA are afraid that the Nazis will get a power mystical artifact. However, the group is too late because the artifact is already active, releasing all types of horrors. The team is split up to face challenges from the supernatural horrors alone, but Dr. Midnight arrives to assist in freeing the rest of the team. Before the JSA can stop this menace, they have to awaken Dr. Fate to break the spell. The JSA wins the day and it the terror is over… OR IS IT?

The book then gets a little cosmic with a Green Lanterns story by Jeremy Haun and art by Juan Doe. In the far-out year of 2447, a pair of lanterns explore an empty sector of space. The two come across a large creepy tower. When they enter the Lanterns come across mysterious chanting and sacrifices being made. But weird insect-like creatures attack the pair. They fight off the bugs, but they fail to stop the sacrifice. An eldritch creature almost escapes but a Lantern sacrifices himself to stop it. However, before surviving Lantern can get breath, she is alerted to 6 more signatures matching the creature that attacked them.

A very good use of the concept of Green Lanterns without using characters modern readers might expect. Touches on the emptiness that space can hold. A real highlight of this anthology.

We lose the dawn of man with the rise of Etrigan with story by Matthew Levine and art by Jorge Corona. We start in the medieval ages in a village where kids are going missing. Luckily a wandering Jason Blood comes to town to stop this demon. He manages to go to the lair of the demon. Blood releases Etrigan to fight the demon. Etrigan saves the kids and buries the demon under rubble. The demon alerts Etrigan he will be back in several centuries, assuming Blood would be dead by then. However, Jason Blood does not play like most mortals and arrives to finally slay the demon. A fun story but nothing special.

The anthology ends with a tale by the most famous creators, Tim Seeley writing and Kelley Jones on art. They tell a Damian Wayne and Deadman story together. And yup, it is a banger of a story, with amazing creepy art by Jones.

It opens on Deadman haunting Wayne Manor, and he gets stabbed by Damain with a silver spoon. Brand came to warn Batman that a vengeance demon is after him. But in a twist, when the demon attacks, it goes after Damain: the boy who killed him. Deadman and Robin try to fight the demon, but only succeed when Deadman when something more powerful claimed his soul. Damain thinks Deadman was bluffing, but the truth is something evil has chosen Robin to do its will.

Overall, this anthology was a fun read. It was a bad choice to start off with its weakest story (The Phantom Stranger), but this has many strong stories in it (Both Damian ones, the future Green Lantern). Overall, while not scary, the comic makes for a fun reading experience.

7/10

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗𝖘 | 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒

Welcome to my horror masterlist! This is a small project I will be partaking in, in honor of spooky season, and for my love of horror. This is [ the original prompt ] I will be using, so please give the creator some love! This entire masterlist and my blog are 18+ and do not cater to minors at all.

This will be multifandom, and the characters will vary, and be listed below for each day. The plan is for me to start writing ahead, and to post each new fic at 3:33 AM EST Time, so it will be scheduled- but I also will do time zone reblogs.

As everything is posted, I will be updating this masterlist as well.

Here is my [ masterlist ] and a [ prompt list ] you can request from as the time goes on and we wait for the fics to be posted. The prompt list will get its own [ horror prompt masterlist ] as well. It will be linked when made.

warnings and triggers: tbd

C H A R A C T E R. L I S T.

ii. blank. red hood. jason todd. batfamily. dc comics.

i. cleave. ryomen sukuna.

iii. interred. alejandro vargas. modern warefare ii.

iv. urban. steve harrington. stranger things.

v. den. jade and floyd leech. twisted wonderland.

vi. head. konig. modern warfare ii.

vii. crossroad. dire crowley. twisted wonderland.

viii. count. denji. chainsawman.

ix. cycle. reiner bruan. attack on titan.

x. hotel. the winter soldier. james "bucky" barnes. marvel.

xi. devour. eren jeager. attack on titan.

xii. cubicle. makima. chainsawman.

xiii. club. trey clover. twisted wonderland.

xiv. pinch. captain johnathan price. modern warefare ii.

xv. viral. vil schoenheit. twisted wonderland.

xvi. bleed. ghostface. danny "jed olsen" johnson. dead by daylight.

xvii. penpal. ajax-tarrtaglia, "childe". genshin impact.

xviii. press. jon snow. game of thrones. asoiaf.

xix. scandal. simon "ghost" riley. modern warefare ii.

xx. freeze. aki hayakawa. chainsawman.

xxi. fragment. spiderman. peter parker. marvel.

xxii. track. nightwing. dick grayson. batfamily. dc comics.

xxiii. ward. alucard. castlevania.

xxiv. reign. malleus draconia. twisted wonderland.

xxv. vessel. itadori yuji. jujutsu kaisen.

xxvi. crawl. jacaerys targaryen velaryon. house of the dragon. asoiaf.

xxvii. tear. leona kingscholar. twisted wonderland.

xxviii. lonely. ghostface. danny "jed olsen" johnson. dead by daylight.

xxix. pray. noe archiviste. vanitas no carte.

xxx. nail. gogo satoru. jujutsu kaisen.

xxxi. epilogue. - to be determined -

[imaginarianisms]

listen ik for a fact that jon's a mallgoth furry having a bisexuality crisis.

[earth4angels]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

modern jacaerys targaryen x f!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

— fluff, MAJOR FLUFF, very vanilla love making, p in v. established relationship, fiancés. aged up jace, short drabble.

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Jacaerys Targaryen knew what love was, and if you asked him, he would tell you the true meaning of love.

At age of 23, Jacaerys fell in love in the most unexpected way, through a rush hour and misplaced donuts, he welcomed love with a shy smile, an apology in a form of a new batch of donuts and coffee with a heart pumping so fast he felt it was going to fall off his chest.

After two years of dating, he did not waste any time and asked you to marry him, with his heart ready to commit — not that he was not ready — he placed a ring that was once his mother’s on your ring finger and placed a deep kiss on the lips he never would get tired of savoring. The sun rained down on you that day warming your cheeks that were red due to the tears of happiness and the warmth of the sun touching your cheeks softly.

Jacaerys was the eldest of the family, he carried responsibilities as the heir of his family’s company, he took it upon himself to study and learn from his mother carefully to be well prepared to take over once his mother was ready to step down. His shoulders were always tense but nothing beat the feeling of your soft fingers massaging the bundles of stress away and your soft murmurings of praising that never failed to make him feel like he was blessed by the gods themselves.

At age 26, Jacaerys was now the perfect heir, now co-owing the business along his mother, going over case files for potential clients. His family adored you as if you were the missing puzzle piece in their chaotic family. Life could not get any better than this.

He sighed as he pulled into the driveway of the small home he bought for the two of you. His fingers ran through his hair, scratching his head to relief him from the headache he was growing into. Leaning back onto the leather seat of the car, he closed his eyes to release the stress he was in before he felt the small vibrations of his phone.

Without checking the caller ID, he answered sleepily, “Jacaerys speaking..”

Your voice welcomed him with open arms and warmth, the tone of your voice sounded cheeky, playful bringing a smile to his face, “Well, Mr. Jacaerys, are you planning to come inside or should I grab a blanket for you since you want to sleep in the car?”

He blinked the drowsiness away as he leaned up to look outside the window, there you stood, in one of his shirts and what seemed panties? His fingers tightened the hold on his phone at the imagination of things he would do to you, the love he would show you leaving you completely full of his affection.

“Well, I don’t know. That’s if my future wife wants to join me for a car nap then I am open for blankets and pillows,” he laughed softly when he saw you roll your eyes hearing his playful banter.

“Get inside baby… it’s cold and I cooked dinner unless you want me to feed it to Vermax.”

Jacaerys grabbed his bag, and keys, shutting the door and locking it — he ran towards you, you squealed when he picked you up in his arms, spinning you softly before placing a kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks, and finally having a taste at your lips.

You moaned softly, running your fingers into the length of his curls, you felt his hold on your waist tightening creating a gentle trail of goosebumps down your body.

You had to pull away before things got more serious, chuckling when Jacaerys whined for another kiss. You pecked his lips softly, “Easy my dragon. You stink of coffee and a ton of legal work, go shower i’ll serve dinner.”

“Don’t want to, I want to stay here,” he whined as he tightened his hold, placing his head into the tiny gap between your shoulder and neck. You laughed again, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

“Jace…”

He moaned in disappointment, “Okay fine but don’t think I’ll let you escape later,” he released his hold from her as he took her hand and walked into the space he had created with you, welcoming him with scents of lavender and spice. He was home.

“I’ll never miss out on cuddles unless you’re going to attack me with tickling then that’s where i’ll command you to sleep in the sofa with Vermax,” you playfully said watching him look at you with betrayal in his eyes, you smirked sticking out your tongue at him.

“Very rude my love…”

As if he heard his father, Vermax ran down the stairs in small barks of welcome, jumping around Jacaerys’ legs for any chance of affection.

Jacaerys smiled widely, placing his things by the counter close to the door, he bent down to hold his small spotted husky. “Hello to you too Vermax.”

You took the opportunity to walk into the kitchen, heating the food you heart full with so much love as you heard your fiancée baby your furry child. As you were preparing a lemonade, Vermax was by your feet now, barking in happy yaps. You laughed at his silly antics, grabbing a treat by the counter, giving it to the waiting furry child of yours.

“I wonder if this is how life will be when we have kids”

You looked up at your fiancé who was watching silently by the doorway, his arms crossed across his chest, his face soft, resting with a smile on his face. Your stomach fluttered, feeling as if there were tiny butterflies.

“I’d love that,” you answered, your cheeks turning red again looking down at what you were doing to avoid looking at him, even after years of dating, Jacaerys still made you feel as if you were just meeting him all over again.

He hummed, his own smile mirroring yours, instead his held so much devotion and love, “It shall be then.”

You cleared your throat to move pass the sexual tension that was growing, you worried for Jacaerys as you knew he hadn’t ate anything, “Go shower.”

Jacaerys approached you, grabbing both of your hands and placing a kiss on every finger before he lingered on the ring he had given you, “I can’t wait to call you my wife,”

Your legs trembled a little, cheeks still ablaze, you pushed your head to his chest to hide your shyness, whining you replied, “Jace..”

Jacaerys loved to tease you, to make those cheeks turn a blossom pink was like a reward for him, you were all his, and he couldn’t ever get over that fact. In four more months, you were officially going to be his forever and that made him the happiest man in the planet.

He placed a kiss on your lips again, his hands on your chin to pull you closer, he sighed into your mouth feeling at peace.

“I’ll be quick.”

Your eyes fluttered, your fingers holding his biceps, as if in a daze you mumbled a soft “uh huh.”

He laughed again, you were just too cute for your own good.

—

To Jacaerys, one of his favorite things in the world was to hold you in his arms every night after dinner. You always waited for him, never caring for the late hours he came home, you were always there welcoming him with warm kisses, and a hug that melted him to the floor every time.

He was leaning on your lap, his head in between your breasts as his arms wrapped around your torso, both of you deciding on a movie after dinner, Vermax laid by the couch, his breaths coming out in small winds. You truly couldn’t ask for anything more than this.

Your fingers traces the curls of his hair, scratching his head feeling Jacaerys sigh in relief, his arms tightening around you, you decided it was late now.

“Jace…”

He moved slightly but never did he open his eyes, “Hm?”

“Let’s go to bed”

He moved then, his eyes drooping with sleep, he turned off the tv, then he pulled you up, bending down to gather you in his arms in bridal style. You jolted with surprise letting out a small yelp, he only moved his head closer to you, resting it on yours as he walked to your shared bedroom in silence. You tightened your hold around his neck, smelling the natural scent of your soon to be husband. He smelled of fresh laundry, a hint of wine and teakwood. You sighed feeling comfort in his arms.

That’s night as you helped him take off his shirt, leaving him in his boxers you leaned into his chest tracing the light freckles on his skin, placing a kiss on every single one you found. You heard him shake, his breaths coming out in gasps.

“I love you Jace,” you said as you kissed up his chin, your lips mapping out a trail only you knew that would lead him begging for more.

He grabbed you then, bringing you closer, his eyes that were once drowsy was now filled with lust and love. And as he placed a finger by your lip, where you were bold enough to lightly suck on it he shuddered, his eyes closed.

You leaned up again, capturing his lips again, that’s where you felt the softness of his love on your lips, with every kiss he left a promise.

“I love you more than my life,” he said, your eyes filling with tears that matched his. Soon, you’ll start a life together, you will officially take his name and walk by his side as his lifetime partner and that made you fill up with pride.

You guided him to take off your shirt, his hands trembling as were yours, he has seen you naked more than once but every time was a knock hard on the chest that left him breathless, so when he saw you completely nude under his shirt he couldn’t help but lean forward to mark his territory.

And as he had one perky bud in his mouth, you held him in your hand, softly jerking him feeling him cry out, your name falling from his lips in shaky whispers. But, love, oh love with Jacaerys, was something you would never trade for anything in the world.

Sinking down onto his length, your folds welcoming him like they knew who it belonged to, both of you chest to chest, hands wrapped in each other as breaths hit both of your faces in hot touches… you declared your love for each other once more.

Jacaerys felt the world spin, he held onto you as you sunk into him once more, his heart beating fast against his chest, his eyes beaming with non stop tears for the love he felt for you, he whimpered into your shoulder, nibbling when the pace you set out got faster.

“I love you Jace, you will always be the owner of my heart,” you choked out, holding onto his shoulder with one hand as the other held a chunk of his curls which had him rolling his eyes back at the stimulation.

He rolled over to place you on the bed, his elbows on either side of your head, and with every desperate need to have you screaming his name, he guided his cock deep into you, sweat dripping from his forehead landing on your cheeks like soft trinkets of rain.

You gasped out when he hit the sweetness of your nerves, and he knew that as you pressed yourself closer to him, your head thrown back onto the pillow as your mouth opened in silent screams.

“My girl. My beautiful wife, the mother of my children, my beautiful angel, come on my love…” Jacaerys never felt so close to the skies than when he was with you, deep inside you, feeling every stretch and pull and to the seven, he felt the luckiest to be blessed with you.

You moaned his name in a shuddered breaths, your tears sliding down your cheeks by how loved and beautiful you felt. Jacaerys watched you, his eyes gathering every detail of your face as you came undone around him. He vowed that he would never take you for granted, for you were the beautiful blessing that grazed his life.

As you leaned up to kiss him, he choked out another vow of love, his fingers searching for yours and when he found them, he held onto them, his eyes closing as he saw a flash of white cover his vision, the stimulation leaving him breathless, shaking.

“I truly can’t wait to marry you,” he whispered into your breasts close to your heart, you let out a breathless laugh, he smiled when he heard your heart pick up.

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” you kissed his head, feeling the soft nudge from his lips where he was now smiling widely.

—

When morning came, kissing the softness of your skin, welcoming you for a new day. You sighed softly feeling yourself warm far to your liking, as you moved to get up to make breakfast, tight arms pulled you back.

Jacaerys had you locked in a bear hug, he was deep in his sleep, however out of instinct he always reminded you where you belonged.

You moved slightly again, careful to not wake him, but you stopped when you heard a whine and then came his mumbling, “Stay… don’t get up.”

You let out a little laugh at his attempt to keep you in bed, snuggling into you closer, his lips leaving kisses on your bare shoulder, he was almost acting like a cat. You never wanted to erase this image from your brain.

Thinking breakfast can wait for a little longer, you twisted to face him where you found a sleepy smile on his face, his eyes were still closed but it was as if he knew, he had won. He wrapped his arms around you once more, taking you into his chest. You placed a kiss on his lips before snuggling into his chest again, finding sleep welcome you once again in the arms of your lover.

If you asked Jacaerys what love was, he would list the many things he done with you that explained why love was the most beautiful and powerful feeling in the world.

[axelsagewrites]

Hey, could I request a love triangle with both Theon and Jon set in modern days? Fratboy!Theon (he's unsufurable and such dork! I can so imagine reader disliking him but he's cute when he wants to!) and Emo!Jon (he just gives off emo boy energy!!). Lots of teasing and rivalry (maybe? But definitely not needed) and maybe f!reader hooking up with both but separately.

Jon Snow/Theon Greyjoy*Hook ups

Pairing: jon x reader, theon x reader, past!jon x Ygritte

Word count: 3980

Warnings: secret hooking up, multiple partners, p in v sex, f! receiving oral, hickeys, praise, slight sub jon, cocky theon, smut 18+

Masterlist here

when you left for college, you were determined to break out of your shell. the first day was of course the toughest but luckily for you the dark-haired quiet kid beside you seemed equally on edge. you and Jon formed an instant friendship in freshman English and soon managed to develop a proper friendship group.

Jons half-brother Robb was also a freshman, so he was an obvious addition to the group. plus, you managed to make friends with a girl called Ygritte in your Ancient Histories class and whenever you all hung out, she would bring her friend Tormund along. the five of you were a close group all throughout freshman year and Jon and Ygritte even started dating at the end of freshman year.

you refused to admit to any of them that you were secretly a tiny bit completely and utterly jealous. you managed to keep your feelings at bay over the summer break but when you came back in your second year it was hard not to get angry seeing how happy they were. you knew it was neither of their faults, but you tried to keep it at bay and took the opportunity to expand your friendship group.

this was easy enough by tagging along wherever Robb went. he was such a sweetheart despite being such a party animal. he had been nicknamed across campus as the young wolf because of his string of girlfriends who all seemed to thank him when they got dumped. he was oddly charismatic when you thought of him, and Jon being related.

Jon was far shyer than Robb with his head often in a book or jotting lyrics and poems down in a notebook. he never left his dorm without headphones and majority of his music was all pre 2005 emo kid bangers. don’t get me wrong, you loved his music, but it was an acquired taste for sure. Ygritte however hadn’t acquired it, so it made it all the more frustrating for you when she never listened to the sweet songs, he sent her.

but you refused to let it keep you down so here you were at a Blackfyre Frat party standing with Robb who was introducing you to yet another friend of his. As he was telling Danerys that you were also into Taylor Swift you felt an arm suddenly grab over your shoulder and your neck snapped to the side to see its owner.

He had his other arm wrapped over Robbs shoulder and a beer bottle in hand, “and this is Theon,” Robb laughed as you shrugged him off as he kissed Robbs cheek, “aka a pain in my ass,”

“Thought you liked when I was in your ass,” Theon gasped as he finally removed himself from the young wolf. at times you had questioned if Robb was bi but now did not seem the time to ask as Theon held his hand out for you to shake, “And who do I owe the pleasure?”

you shook his hand lightly, trying your best not to grimace at the beer stench on his breath. you told him your name and quickly took your hand back, “I think im gonna get a drink,” you said, your eyes shooting to Dany who decided she also needed one. thank god for girls you thought.

“Cmon princess I don’t bite,” Theon joked but waved you and Dany off to slip into the crowds.

“He’s something alright,” you joked as you filled your cup with extra strong-smelling punch.

Dany laughed as she refilled her own drink, “He’s not as bad as he seems,” she said making your eyebrows scrunch in shock, “Nah seriously. its just this impression he puts on, I guess. I don’t really get it but alone he’s far more chill,”

“Please don’t leave me alone with him,” you said as you attempted to drink what tasted like straight vodka, “I don’t need him spilling beer down me,” you joked as you and Dany re-entered the crowd of people to dance.

you found your eyes wondering over to Theon a few times in the night. any time he caught you he sent a cheeky wink, and you rolled your eyes before turning to blush. maybe it was the alcohol or whatever issues high school had left you with, but Theon was kind of hot.

not in the Jon mysterious sensitive way but in the cocky I don’t give a fuck way. he was wearing his fraternity t-shirt which after Robb spilled his drink down revealed a surprisingly well toned body underneath. Dany seemed to notice your glances as she winked at you before demanding Robb and Theon come dance.

as Theon walked over you decided fuck it. Jon was taken and you were a woman with needs and even if he was a bit annoying Theon wad fit as fuck. you didn’t protest when they joined you to dance or run away when Theon would bump into you or spin you around the dance floor despite the music defiantly not being the spinning sort.

however eventually it was all becoming a bit too loud and a bit too fast. that plus the vodka was getting to you so without much warning you decided to duck out the dance floor and make your way to the kitchen where you stumbled upon Joffrey Lannister practically on top of Margaery Tyrell. you dipped your head as you headed for the back door and decided to just chill on the back steps for a few.

“You good bro?” you heard Theon’s concerned voice, but you didn’t need to turn as he moved to sit beside you on the step. he tried to hand you a cup, but you just looked at him in silent questioning, “Just water. promise,” he said reaching out his pinkie for you to link with your own.

you laughed as you made a pinkie promise with a near stranger before taking the cup, “Thanks man,” you said before almost downing the cup, “Sorry it just felt like really loud all of a sudden,”

“That’s cool,” Theon shrugged with a genuine smile that made your own lips curl up, “I just wanted to make sure nothing had happened. I know things like this aren’t always the easiest but its good you came,” he said as he knocked his knee into yours, “Even if you’re a terrible dancer,” he teased making you laugh and tease him right back.

you ended up sitting out there for the next hour before Dany eventually found you, wondering if you’d died or something. this was now your queue to leave since even Robb was too far gone to continue this night. “I’m gonna go get him into my bed then ill be back down to walk yous two home,” Theon said as Robb was slumped over his shoulder.

“Oh, you don’t have to- “you tried to say.

Theon cut you off, “Don’t worry love I’ll be two tics,” he said before he started to take Robb up the stairs, “Cmon buddy use those feet of yours,” you heard him mumble as you and Dany laughed at the state of Robb.

“See told you he’s not that bad,” she said, nudging you with her elbow.

you rolled your eyes at the blonde as you finished your drink, “Yeah, yeah. we’ll see,” and see you did. Theon had asked for your insta when you got to the dorms and somewhat shockingly to you didn’t try make a pass at you before he left. maybe he wasn’t that bad after all?

“Ugh that guy,” Jon groaned as you walked to class together, “I hate when Robb brings him round, he’s just so weird,”

“Some would say the same thing about you my goth little friend,” you said, poking at his arm making him swat it away.

“Not a goth,” he said, grabbing your hand to stop your attacks which for a moment almost made you blush, “Besides he always calls me an emo,” he said making you look at him like he said 2 + 2 = 5, “I’m not an emo. I just happen to have perfect taste,” all you did was snort as you finally reached English and took your seats.

for the month or so you spent a surprising amount of time dm-ing Theon. it started with him sending a couple memes to you having long conversations deep into the night about complete random topics. you also started actually going to parties once or twice a week with Theon and Robb much to Jons protest.

every time you told him he was welcome to come but he refused. instead, he would tell you all the reasons Theon annoyed him, and you could do better. it was ironic your old crush telling you to move on. the best thing was that you could finally see him and Ygritte around without wanting to vomit all over the place.

however, in a strange turn of events it was as soon as you got over Jon, or at least you thought, that he and Ygritte started having issues. Jon always refused to tell you what it was they fought about but you knew something was off. by now though you hung around with Dany, Theon, and Robb more than Ygritte, so you didn’t want to push. you and Jon still hung out as well of course but it was almost as if he was starting to ice you out.

you had talked to Theon about this on multiple occasions with him telling you that he was just being overly emo about things. you always defended Jon, but it was nice to know you weren’t crazy. then one night you got a text from Jon.

-she dumped me

this led to you and Jon locking yourself away in his dorm for a week as you helped him get over the breakup then a week of you dragging Jon out the dorms to see sunlight. you insisted he go out and enjoyed himself after allowing him to wallow for a time and soon a new friendship group was born.

you, Robb, Theon, Jon, and Dany hung out together at least three times a week, often all going to frat parties or drunken nights out. yes, even Jon would tag along to these parties, and you could tell he was enjoying it deep down. however, no matter what the two boys were always nipping at the other heels.

Theon would make fun of Jons clothes then Jon would quip back at his hair. when Jon poked fun at Theon’s grades Theon would make fun of Jons music taste. it was funny at times, frustrating at others, but overall, this was the most social Jon had been in months, so you weren’t going to complain.

something you hadn’t told Jon though, and had insisted that Theon couldn’t tell him either, was that you had secretly been hooking up with the Greyjoy without any of your friends knowing. he would text you late at night or you’d snap him when you were stressed. yes yes, the classic booty call things, you knew you were a cliché. but gods the sex was good.

you’d gotten a text from Theon that night and it didn’t take you long to get to his frat and sneak in through the backdoor. you slipped into Theon’s rooms unnoticed but as the door shut behind you you felt Theon press his chest into yours, “What took so long doll?” he grinned, his lips moving to kiss your jaw.

you laughed at the boy as your fingers travelled up to his hair, “Please you like when I keep you waiting,” you teased as you tugged lightly on his hair. you felt his lips move further down your neck, kissing softly at first but soon you felt him sucking gently on your skin, “You better not leave a mark,” you groaned, hating how you enjoyed it.

“I’ll think about it princess,” Theon said as his arms wrapped around your waist before tugging you over to the bed and pushing you down onto his sheets. he grabbed his collar, pulling his shirt over his head in a routine you had both practised down to perfection as you slipped your own top off.

Theon crawled over your body, his hands groping at your thighs and hips as his lips kissed the valley of your breasts. you moaned lightly as you felt him squeeze your hips and his hard on pressing into your thigh. “Now who’s making me wait,” you teased as you pulled Theon’s face up to yours, latching your lips together.

you knew each other’s rhythms, what they liked and where, his tongue slipped in with ease as your hands gripped his shoulders. meanwhile his were trailing up your body, squeezing your tits as he settled his legs between yours, grinding into you. you had of course changed into a cute little skirt when you saw the text so as your legs wrapped around his hips it left little to the imagination.

Theon hand slipped between your bodies, unbuttoning his jeans with ease and slipping them and his boxers off without even breaking your lips. you moaned lightly when his fingers rubbed your clit over your panties and your kiss grew deeper when he began to push them to the side. Theon only broke the kiss to quickly slip a condom on, something you had always insisted on and he had never complained about.

you felt him line his tip up with your hole, pushing it in slowly at first, “You like that?” he mumbled against your lips with that cocky smirk. god it shouldn’t be that hot to be a prick. your legs tightened around his waist, pushing Theon deeper in which he gladly complied as he sunk his length fully in, “Fuck,” he groaned, his thrusts attempting to set a steady pace.

his hand found your clit again, rubbing circles over it as your hands scratched gently down his back making him shiver. Theon’s lips fell from yours, moving to gently kiss down your jaw and neck before his head fell into your shoulder, his breathing growing heavy as you knew he was close to the edge.

with a final thrust you felt his body tighten for a moment before sinking into yours. you paused for a moment, letting Theon catch his breath. he pulled away for a moment, discarding the condom and kneeling over your thighs before he looked back down at you with a cocky grin, “Your turn now,” he said, and you laughed as he made his way down south.

by the end of the night, you were both hot and sweaty and both in a pair of Theon’s sweatpants. you were able to slip out and back to yours for a quick change of clothes before class the next morning though Jon shot you a questioning look when you had to practically run to class.

as the lecturer droned on and on you saw your phone light up and when you looked you saw a text from Jon. you unlocked your phone under the table, glancing over to see Jon was doing the same, as you opened the message.

-u wanna do something tonight?

-ye sure. want me to text everyone else?

you sent back and when you glanced at Jon you saw a faint blush on his cheeks. a few moments later another message came.

-was thinking it could be a just us thing. like old times

you didn’t even realise you were smiling when you saw the message, but Jon did. and gods did it make his legs go weak especially when you text back.

-great idea. movie night?

-only if u don’t hog the snacks

-no promises

after a long day of classes, a movie night was just what you needed especially since you knew it wasn’t hard to get Jon to let you pick the movie. when you arrived at his dorm, he was setting up a projector his dad had got him and you noticed his roommate, Tormund was out. “Did you kick Tormund to the curb for me?” you joked when you walked in through the open door.

Jon grinned as he stopped fiddling with his laptop cables and the projector lit up the room, “He didn’t mind,” he said as he took the bag of snacks out of your hand, adding them to the pile he had set up on his bed. “You ready for the ultimate movie experience?”

“Always,” you grinned as you jumped down onto his bed, kicking off your shoes and making yourself comfy. you didn’t catch the way Jon smiled at you as he watched this or how when he shut the door, he locked it also.

Jon flicked off the lights before returning to the bed, sitting beside you as he brought up Netflix on his laptop. before you could even start your spiel about how legally blonde the best film was and why you just had to watch it, he was handing you the laptop. you’d thought your crush had died but when you felt his fingers brush yours as you took the laptop you were grateful for the dimmed lighting to hide your blush.

Jon watched the movie without complaint, which honestly shocked you, especially when he even offered you some of his pringles. now that was odd. you were so into the movie you didn’t even realise you were leaning onto his shoulder till you felt his arm move to rest around your waist. when you glanced at Jon he cleared his throat, a blush spreading across his cheeks making you smile before you turned your attention back to Elle strutting her stuff.

by the end credits your body was fully rested against Jons, your snacks were gone, and his head was leant on top of yours. “See, told you it was a masterpiece,” you teased.

Jon chuckled lightly as you moved your head off his shoulder, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move his arm, “It was something alright,”

“Theres a second one,”

“Eh I think one movie was enough for tonight,” Jon said as he closed Netflix with his spare hand. the room was still pretty dark but the light from the projector lit it up just enough to notice the cute smile toying on his lips.

“So whatcha wanna do then?” you said, moving to face him without realising how close your faces were, “You can’t kick me out already. its only nine,” you said but Jon didn’t say anything back.

you just smiled, waiting for him to say something and wondering if you had accidentally broken the boy somehow when Jon suddenly leaned forward. he kissed you. like actually kissed you. on the mouth. it only lasted for a second and you were too stunned to react as he pulled back, “I’m sorry- “Jon tried to say, moving his arm but you cut him off by grabbing his jaw lightly making him face you.

Jon grew silent again as you studied his face for a moment before leaning in. this kiss was far softer than before and this time Jon didn’t run away. his lips moved against yours gently at first, almost as if you were made of glass, but with added courage now Jon grew bolder, his hand squeezing your waist gently.

you took your queue, if not maybe surprising Jon a little, as you moved to straddle his lap. however, it only took a moment for him to catch up as his hands moved to rest gently on your hips. “You can touch me you know,” you mumbled into the kiss, “I won’t break,” you teased as your own hands trailed down his chest.

much to your surprise since he always wore baggy black clothes, but you could feel how toned he was through his shirt. you couldn’t resist slipping your hands under his t-shirt, gently tracing your hands up his skin making him shiver.

you were breathless, pulling away for air but Jon wasn’t done. his lips soon fell to your neck, kissing down your skin gently as his fingers traced the hem of your waistband of your sweats. you moaned lightly when you felt him sucking soft hickeys across your collarbones but this time you didn’t mind the marks.

Jon seemed encouraged by your noises as his hands slipped under the fabric of your sweats as you felt his groan against your skin when he realised you were wearing something lacy. you bit your lip gently as he trailed hickeys down your chest, his hands squeezing your hips and ass. you decided to be bolder, if that was possible, and grind down onto his lap.

you could fell his boner through the fabric and heard Jons soft moans as you continued your movements. “Please,” he moaned against your skin, “I want you,” he begged.

“All you had to do was ask,” you teased as you pried yourself from his grip. the way Jon watched with awe as you stripped your t-shirt off made you want him ever more. “Take that off,” you said, pointing to his own top to which he happily complied.

you turned away for a moment, slipping your sweats down your legs to give Jon a proper show since he was determined to enjoy it. you heard him curse under his breath as you kicked away the fabric and when you turned around, he was finally tugging his jeans off leaving him in just his boxers. “Fuck,” Jon mumbled, his eyes glued to your frame for several moments before finally flickering to your eyes, “You’re perfect,”

you giggled a little, so unlike yourself, as you leaned down to kiss Jon again. it was slow and deep with your hands in his hair. you expected to be the one leading things, but Jons hand found its way to your hips and soon you were laying on the bed under neath Jon who was trailing open mouth kisses down your body, praising it all the way down.

your breathing hitched when he pressed a kiss to your clothed clit, your hand instinctually reaching for his hair as he slid your panties down your legs. within moments he was kissing your cunt soft as he moved your legs over his shoulders. you moaned when you felt his tongue against your clit, applying more and more pressure as he went till, he found your sweet spot.

you didn’t care how loud your moan was when you felt his fingers teasing your hole. you bit your lip as he slowly slipped them in, stretching you out before he began to gently curl his fingers. you could feel your orgasm already approaching as Jon began to suck on your clit gently making your legs instinctively wrap around his head.

it only seemed to spur him on more and it wasn’t long till you felt your orgasm threatening to spill. “Don’t stop,” you whined, your hand gripping his hair for dear life, “Fuck,” you gasped as your body tightened and your orgasm crashed down like a tsunami.

you could feel your legs twitch, but Jon wasn’t stopping. his seemingly magic tongue kept going till he was sure you were fully finished and when he pulled away, his face wet with your juices, he placed a soft kiss to your thigh. “You are amazing,” he said, kissing up your body with each word.

you were panting for air but still wanting more and Jon had no intentions of stopping there. by the end of the night, you had come five times, weren’t sure if you’d ever walk again, and you were both naked and sweaty under his sheets. you didn’t know how you’d explain these hickeys to Theon next time you saw him but god where they worth it.

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The gaslighting Rhaenyra is doing about her bastards is far worse than Cersei’s even, because Cersei has the very plausible deniability of the kids looking like her and nobody suspected they weren’t Robert’s for like 12 years. Even at this point half the realm don’t truly believe it, they just think Stannis and his crazy red witch lady needed an excuse for the throne. Rhaenyra’s been threatening ppl since five minutes after her child was born. If we’re gonna apply modern day morality you could legitimately make an argument that the realm would be better off if Jon Arryn had kept his mouth shut and there was no war of five kings (definitely still poison Joffrey though). Rhaenyra can’t pull that off, it’s too obvious. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills when it comes to the audience reaction to her.

Lol, yes. It says a lot about Rhaenyra as a character that she didn't care enough to at least choose a "sperm donor" who would make the kids passable as Velaryons.

I used to be exasperated by the dumb audience reactions and tweets, as well as the immense hatered for Alicent and the Greens yet Rhaenyra and the Blacks not being held accountable for the same things, but I've honestly gotten over that by realizing that's what the show-runners want. And they're doing a disservice to the true theme of, what I understand to be, the Dance of the Dragons. And trying to make it good v. evil... heck they only included that idiotic Rhaenys scene last episode because it would be "awesome". It's Dumb & Dumber s7-8 all over again. Tragic because I saw potential up until episode 7 which I thought was good, but after that it just.... a mess. They couldn't even give the Greens an opportunity to be presented fairly from their viewpoint in THEIR episode, just odd. I only enjoyed a few moments like Aegon's coronation and Alicent scenes with her kids, rest was garbage. We'll see what more whitewashing they intend to do in the final episode... I'll be sitting there yawning because Rhaenyra is such a bland main character at this point that just makes me want to root for "the evil" side much more. That's what favored writing and no accountability does to a character - it makes them b o r i n g.