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Outta your head - Modern!Criston

A/N: short n sweet subby cole take it or leave it xoxoxoxo

Rating: Explicit

Tags: PWP, femdom, MOMMY KINK, pegging, soft baby crispy, sub!Criston, subspace, modern au, dirty talk, gentle domme, it’s just one (1) needy bb and his mommy🧡

He’s so pretty like this, you thought.

Your boyfriend let you spoon him on the couch, his ass snug around your strap. You nuzzled his neck and hair, eyes on the movie. You ran your hand across his tanned chest, trying to keep Criston calm.

He was being good so far, quiet and eyes soft. He’d been a little spacey since you opened him up soft and gentle, careful not to rile him up by playing with his sweet spot. Criston whined and gave you his watery eyes, glancing over his shoulder as you fingered him open on the couch.

You remained still, occasionally drifting your hand down to hold his hip firmly. Sweet boy was instructed to warm your strap-on. Criston’s chest hitched, mouth opening just the slightest. You murmured into his ear, nipping at it playfully.

“You full prissy? It's so good for me right now. Warming your mommy’s cock like this, yeah, I have a good boy don’t I?”

He bit down on his lip, eyes scrunching tight as he swallowed a whine. Criston slurred, “Mhm, yes Mommy, you’re…ugh..big.” You pet at his chest again, eyes back on the television. You fell into a content lull, eyes glued to the screen.

Then you heard him.

Soft, soft little whimpers, bitten off so you couldn’t hear. You blinked a bit, registering Criston’s state. His eyes were glazed, bottom lip was puffy from nipping on it. You looked down to see his swollen cock leaking on his belly. The cock in his ass was so big he couldn’t escape from any little stimulation.

You shifted a bit to test the waters, Criston crying out sharply, shuddering and leaking more. You cooed and kissed his shoulder, poor thing. He’d feel better later. Your man would get so stressed at work training federal agents, taking on too much of a workload.

He’d dropped to his knees earlier, eyes wet and pleading. Criston moaned, “Need you mommy.” That’s all it took for you to devise a plan for your precious other half.

“Cris? Honey, you getting squirmy on me? We’re halfway through. Making a mess already? Thank god I put down the towel.”

“M’sorry.”

You didn’t want to punish him, not with how big and wet his eyes were, how he couldn’t stop whimpering. No, Criston just needed a little gentle teasing. Merely a reminder of who was in charge of his pretty empty head. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, murmuring, your hand spanning down to his twitchy lower belly.

“Do you need to cum now or can you wait? I think you can hold it a little longer, let the movie finish, I was watching you know,” you hummed into his ear. Criston shivered as your breath hit his oversensitive skin, the involuntary movement sliding down to his feet tangled within your own. He gnawed on his bottom lip and swallowed before replying, “I- I can wait.”

You grinned at his desire to please, playfully pulling at a peaked nipple as you cooed, “Good boy. Always the best for mommy.”

His dark eyes rolled through another shiver and twitch so violent you could feel it through the fake cock. Unpausing the movie, you snuggled back in, draping a thigh atop his quivering ones. Criston would probably get squirmier as time progressed. Or he’d completely sub out— you’d see.

He was subbed out this go-round. You blinked and readjusted yourself when the credits rolled. The remote lay untouched. You had more important things to handle now. Peering down at Criston you could almost weep at the beauty, he was glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. Drooling just a bit as he whined, wet eyes searching yours with confusion. You pushed back thick curls, smiling gently, warmth in your gaze.

He whined again, mouth moving but little garbled noises came out. Poor baby boy almost always turns to mush when warming your strap. You’d succeeded in blanking his mind out, that was the goal.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you now, just keep being good.”

His pretty lips warbled, dark lashes blinking away fresh tears down Criston’s darkened skin. You pressed a kiss to his temple, urging him to flip onto his belly. In a slow tangle of limbs, you now rested atop strong thighs, the strap still seated deep in his ass. The man feebly grabbed at a pillow, cute little noises echoing from a swollen pout.

“You ready for mommy to fuck you now, hm prissy?”

He looked back over an olive shoulder, eyes pleading, trying to speak. It was more of a strangled sob and a jerk of his head. That’s all you need to see. Grabbing his slim hips you withdrew slowly, inches dragging outward. You curiously spread open to watch the sight, arousal flooding your body.

He yelped and jerked, back twitching all over, goosebumps erupting on his gorgeous skin. You snapped your hips forward in a loud clap, grinning at more cries of pleasure. You kept the same rhythm after that, heavy-handed yet steady. Criston wouldn’t take long to bust anyway— he sounded like a paid actress the way he was crying and wailing.

Deciding to get closer, you laid along his sweating back, keeping that huge silicon piece deep inside. You knew that particular strap-on didn’t leave a bit untouched— lessening the need to angle for the prostate. Criston babbled nonsense, something between your name and ‘mommy’.

You breathed against his ear, holding back a snicker.

“Awe, Criston, you’re so loud baby, you needed this huh? Needed this big cock inside your tight ass? Letting the whole hallway hear how the super agent is a needy whore for his mommy’s cock?”

He wailed again, breath staccato as he bit down on his lip to keep quiet, pretty teeth shining in the dim light of the TV. Nuzzling the side of his face you purred, “Move with me angel, rut against the towel. Know you want to. Spread out a little more.”

The raven-haired man spread his thighs out, wetly gasping at the change in angle, the terry cloth now rubbing on his cock. He managed to mewl, “M-mommy!” You rubbed at Criston’s flanks, watching his face contort in pleasure, feeling his lean hips move with yours. You felt like one with your lover, two bodies moving in perfect unison.

“You gonna cum for me baby? Come for your mommy? I know you're aching so bad prissy,” you murmured against the shell of Criston’s ear, nipping at the lobe. The man was a mess of cries and sniveling. He cried out, “Please! Mmh!”

You jerked your hips downwards roughly, moaning in excitement when Criston seized up and spread his thighs wide— one falling off the couch in the sudden movement. His skin erupted into goosebumps once more, heaving as he came with a long, loud keen.

He sobbed in the aftermath, the build-up and final release left your baby a wreck. Gently pulling out of his ass and unbuckling the strap you carelessly discarded it to dote on your lover. Criston sniffled and let you manhandle him, his nose nuzzling between your tits, whining softly.

You noted the sticky mess slathered across your stomach from Criston and rolled your eyes. You scratched his scalp and cooed, “Messy baby, you gonna clean it up?” Safe to say it was a wonderful surprise to watch his dark eyes sparkle when Criston finally snaked down your body with his tongue— lapping down to between your thighs.

You groaned when his lips closed around your swollen clit.

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starogeorgina · 2 days

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Is anyone’s else’s links not working on tumblr? No matter what I click on it’s not working 😅

#tumblr help

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When I’m scrolling through a blog and see they reblogged one of my posts

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starogeorgina · 3 days

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🤬🤬🤬 the greens poisoned her oh please don’t let her die or the baby die ugh i hate them. Great chapter

Thank you!

#broken bonds au

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Quotes about Rhaenyra Targaryen throughout ASOIAF after the dance of dragons

“It is the story of Rhaenyra Targaryen and her half-brother Aegon for control of the seven kingdoms. Both of them thought they belonged on the iron throne. When people started declaring for one of them or the other, their fight divided the kingdoms into two. Brothers fought brothers, dragons fought dragons. By the time it was over, thousands were dead and it was a disaster for the Targaryens as well. They never truly recovered.” —Shireen Baratheon

“The first Viserys intended his daughter Rhaenyra to follow him, do you deny it? But as the king lay dying the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard decided that it should be otherwise.” — Arianne Martell.

“Daemon Blackfyre, the brothers Toyne, the Vulture King, Grand Maester Hareth... traitors have always paid with their lives... even Rhaenyra Targaryen. She was daughter to one king and mother to two more, yet she died a traitor's death for trying to usurp her brother's crown.” — Stannis Baratheon

“Rhaenyra Targaryen was murdered by her brother, or rather, his dragon. It ate her while her son watched. What’s left of her is buried in the crypts right down there.” — Joffrey Baratheon

#Rhaenyra Targaryen #game of thrones #asoiaf #game of thrones quotes #asoiaf quotes #fire and blood spoilers

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I’ve just saw a theory online that all good Targaryens are cursed and my mind immediately went to Lucerys and Jacaerys 😭😭

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LMAOO I LIVE THE JACE COCKY MODERN AU WOULD YOU MAKE A PART 2 🤩😭

Jace Velaryon*Still Hate Me

Pairing: Jace x f!reader

Platonic: Arra x Alysanne x Lynara x Heleana x reader

Smut part two to cocky or can be read alone

Summary: After the reader wakes up from a night of fun with Jace, she almost can't believe what frat boy is in her bed.

Warnings: p in v sex, fingering, good girl, teasing etc 18+

Word count: 2537

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Part One Here

You groaned when the familiar beeping of your alarm clock disturbed your sleep. You rolled over to grab your phone but rolled right into something else. “Morning love,” Jace murmured, eyes still have closed. Your eyes went wide when reality crashed down. Jace fucking Velaryon was in your bed. Naked. “Can you get that?” he mumbled, tightening his arm around your waist.

“Oh my god,” you said, sitting up however as the sheets slipped you realised something worse. You were also naked, “Oh my god,” you said clasping the sheets to your chest.

Jace groaned as he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eye with one hand and silenced the phone alarm with the other, “What’s up?”

“Did we you know oh my we did do we?” you said, face flushing as you glanced around the room. Clothes were scattered across the floor and the pack of condoms Aly had bought you for secret Santa had finally been opened.

“You can say fucked doll,” Jace grinned as he wrapped his arms around your bare waist, pulling you back into his chest, “You only had like two drinks I thought you would’ve remembered. I definitely won’t be forgetting,” you could feel the smirk on his lips when he pressed a kiss to your neck.

How could you forget? The way his lips felt against yours, how he grabbed you tightly in his arms. His arms that were strong enough to hold you against the wall as he left sloppy kisses up your neck as he fucked you into the wall. It was all flooding back, “I thought it was a dream,” you muttered, your hands falling into your hands.

Jace let out a cheeky chuckle as he grabbed your wrist. He laid down and pulled it to cause you to fall back onto his chest, your face flushing when your hands landed on his soft skin that you noticed your lipstick marks on now, “Glad to know I was that good,”

“Don’t flatter yourself frat boy,” you said with slight venom on the last words. When the girls found out they were never gonna let you live this down. Oh, gods how are you supposed to tell them this?

You hated the way his chuckle warmed your heart, “Oh is the good girl ashamed she fucked a frat boy?” he teased, grinning when he noticed your blush at your new nickname. The way he said it made your stomach lurch and if not for your sanity you would have tried to repeat last night right then. “What’s the matter doll?” he asked, brushing a stray strand of hair out your face.

It was becoming really hard to hate this man. “The matter is me realising I fucked my sworn enemy,”

“Jeez I didn’t realise you hated me that much,” Jace grinned before pulling you in tighter by your waist, “I thought last night would’ve fixed that,” The way he had moved you meant you could now feel his hard on pressing into your thigh, “Or do you need a little more convincing?” he asked with a teasing smile.

“Just because we had sex doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for being an asshole for the past two years,”

Jace sighed, his eyes flickering away for a moment, “Nah you’re right,” he said with a sigh, almost making you feel bad for being so harsh, “Its gonna take a lot of sex,” he grinned suddenly as he flipped you onto your back, moving himself above you making you yelp in shock, “A lot of mind-blowing sex,” he said kissing your jaw.

“You think you’re that good?” you tried to bluff but you could feel your skin heating up at the suggestion.

Jace trailed his kisses down from your jaw to your neck, “You seemed to think so last night,” he smirked as he sucked on the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder that he had found last night. A light moan left your lips, “Oh Jace,” he mimicked your moans from last night.

He was still grinning when your hand moved to grip his hair, pulling his head off of you, “I’ll kill you,”

“Nah you like me too much,” he grinned. “Would us be such a bad thing?” he asked. You had thought about the idea briefly last night, but your thoughts were cut off when his head went between your legs.

“You’re a jerk,” was the only thing you could think to say as you let go of his silky soft hair.

Jace grinned as he sat up, now kneeling over you. you flushed when he looked down at your body with a wolfish glint in his eyes, but he did nothing to cover his body. You couldn’t blame him as your eyes racked over the smooth skin, his abs he had clearly worked hard for, and his cock his god had blessed him with. It still stood up proud. Your eyes were drawn back to Jace when he spoke, “If you really want me to go,” he said in a teasing voice. “I’ll go,” he said as he began to move to stand.

Your hand shot to grab his wrist, his eyes snapping back to yours in an instant, “Oh fuck it,” you mumbled before yanking his wrist back. Jace fell above you, one of his hands moving to prop him up on his elbow. His lips crashed onto yours as soon as he was close enough. They had already mastered the pace of your kiss, his soft lips moving perfectly.

Your arms moved to link around his neck, your hands gently stroking over his back which you knew was likely still scratched up from last night. One of his hands moved to grope your breast, squeezing it in his hand and making you moaned. You could feel his smirk as he slipped his tongue in but as much as you hated to admit it, his cockiness was turning you on.

Jace released this as well especially when his hand moved from your breast to slip between your thighs, his finger running up your folds. A light laughs from him broke the kiss, “You’re already so wet,” he said lowly, his finger teasing up your folds. A warm feeling rushed over your cheeks, but his words also just made you want him more, “Aw you’re so cute when you blush,” he teased.

“Shut up,” you tried to sound mad, but you couldn’t stop the slight whine in your voice.

Jace grinned as his lips moved to your neck. Before you could protest you felt two of his fingers slip in making you moan lightly. He moved them in excruciatingly slowly as he left soft wet kisses to your skin. Once they were in, he curled them lightly to start, a hollow feeling forming in your stomach as he teased you even with his fingers inside you. “Please,” you whined against all your dignity.

The smirk against your skin only drove you more insane, “Please what?” he asked as he curled his fingers again, hitting new spots as he searched for just the right place.

“Please,” you begged, your voice low and breathy, “I want you,”

Jace hummed as he moved his thumb to over your clit, rubbing it gently as he curled his fingers. You had to bite down on your lip to stop any louder moans, knowing your neighbours were nosey as hell. Jace did not help your cause to be quiet as he whispered, “Good girl,” into your ear and making your shiver.

He kept curling his fingers but with the added pressure of his thumb rubbing circles onto your clit you struggled to contain your moans. Jaces lips connected back to your skin, leaving light hickeys along your collar bones before moving down to your breast. His tongue licked your nipple, making it harden even more and whimpers to fall from your lips.

Your hand moved to his hair as he began to suck on the harden bud, occasionally leaving light nips making shock waves run though your body. His fingers curled until they found what they had been looking for. A wave of pleasure ran up your spine as he curled his fingers in their next spot, his name falling from your lips before you could stop yourself.

Jace grinned to himself but said nothing as he continued to curl his fingers perfectly in the same place, his thumb continuing to rub your clit. It did not take long for your orgasm which he had slowly been building to wash over your body. Jaces lips quickly dropped your nipple but only to capture your lips in a messy kiss to muffle the moans as you came around his fingers.

“Still hate me?” he grinned.

You were still panting when you looked back at his stupidly perfect face, “Yes,” you lied.

“Well let me fix that,” he smirked as he reached over to the bedside table to grab a condom out the box, “You should use these more,” he said as he began to put it over his length.

“We’ll see,” you said as he finished putting it on. Jace held the base of his cock in his hand, glancing over at you, “Its not a trophy,” you rolled your eyes.

Despite the insult he grinned again. That stupid gorgeous grin. “Disagree doll. You seemed to like it last night,” he said as he moved above you again.

“I was drunk,” you lied, you had been tipsy at best.

“Whatever you say princess,” another stupid nickname but why did it sound so good coming from him? You didn’t even have time to insult him again before he began to line himself up to your entrance, “You know you want me,” he teased, his eyes glued to yours.

“Will you just fuck me already-fuck!” you whined when he suddenly pushed in mid-sentence.

His hand moved to cover your mouth causing you to glare at him, “Sorry doll. Can’t have you waking the neighbours again,” you tried to say something, but it was mumbled. “Sorry, what was that?” Jace asked as he thrust himself in again, smirking when you moaned against his hand.

You swatted his hand away, “I said fuck you,” you said, already breathless.

“No,” he said started to pull himself out slowly before thrusting suddenly back in, “fuck you,” his hand moved back to cover your mouth when you moaned again, “and if you can’t be quiet,” he said as he continued his thrusts, “I’ll make you fucking quiet. Alright doll?” he said, and you did the best to nod your head, your eyes gazing up at his. “If you need me to stop hit me or something,”

As tempting as the offer was you could already feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach as Jace continued his thrusts. Your eyes widened when you saw him lick his fingers and your stomach lurched with excitement when he moved his hands between your bodies. His fingers rubbed slow and sloppy circles onto your clit as he continued his thrusts.

Jaces eyes screwed shut as he continued his thrusts, somehow managing to keep a steady pace. Without thinking your legs moved to wrap around his waist, changing the angle of his thrusts. He started hitting deeper spots making your eyes roll back into your skull as his thrusts became uneven and harder. His hand muffled the whiney moans that fell from your lips but did not stop his grunts, groans, and oh gods.

The knot that was tightened in your stomach was began to snap as you felt another orgasm crash through your body, your walls tightening around him. “Oh fuck,” he groaned when he felt them clamp around him. His speed increased as you rode out your orgasm, a muffled moaning mess. Then you felt his cock begin to twitch.

You felt his whole body go rigid above you, his muscles tightening making his biceps look really fucking good. Then it was as if his body went to jelly as he fell to lay beside you. “Fuck me,” he gasped.

“I didn’t think you were into that shit,” you grinned. Jace laughed as he moved to pull you into his arms, “Didn’t think you were much of a cuddler,”

“There’s lots you don’t know about me,” he said as you nuzzled into his chest.

You grimaced as you watched him removing the condom and toss it to the side of the bed. “Don’t forget to bin that,” you said and Jace rolled his eyes with a small smile on his lips, “So what else don’t I know?”

Jace fake pondered for a moment, “That I think you’re amazing?” he offered with a smirk.

“Flatter will get you nowhere frat boy,” you grinned, “You already got me in bed. What else do you want?”

“A date?” he said, and you couldn’t help but laugh, “What?” he half pouted.

“I think you’ve got the normal order of things mixed up,” you laughed, pushing yourself to rest on your elbows so you could gaze down at his stupidly perfect face.

Jace grinned that stupid grin again as he pushed your hair out your face, “Its not like either one of us is normal,” he said making you roll your eyes, “C’mon you can’t hate me that much,”

“I don’t hate you,” you confessed.

Jace gave out a mini whoop, “Progress,” he cheered causing you to grin down at him. He was cheesy but god was he cute, “So I can take you out?”

You took a minute to fake wonder, “Fine. I suppose so,” you grinned, leaning down to kiss him gently.

At the same moment the door opened before you could do anything and Aly walked in, her eyes glued to her phone, “Do you know who brought a guy to the floor last night? Everyone’s trying to figure out who the pornstar is-OH MY GOD!” She screamed when her eyes finally looked up. You clutched the sheets to your chest as Jace sat up, unashamedly and waved, “You’re fucking Jace Velaryon!”

“She’s what?!” You heard Lynara screech from somewhere down the hall followed by footsteps running.

“Thanks Aly,” you muttered, your heads falling into your hands as your friends crowded around your dorm doorway.

Jace did not share your same ashamed sentiment, “Ladies,” he grinned, moving to sit up with an arm over your shoulder, “Welcome to the fun house,”

“What’s going on?” you heard Heleanas voice from behind the group. Oh fuck. “Dude!” she practically yelled, storming in and slapping Jaces head. You were glad to not be on the receiving end of the slap, “You promised no friend fucking,”

“Hey, she came onto me!”

“Did not!” you screeched, “Can everyone like get the fuck out?!”

“C’mon guys let’s give the love birds some peace,” Lynara said as she ushered the girls out.

As the door shut you fell back onto the pillows with a groan, “Do you think the whole floor heard that?” you said with your hands over your face.

Jace grinned as he fell back to lay beside you, “I think my frat heard that. Aly was almost as loud as you last night-Hey don’t hit me!”

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Jace Velaryon*Cocky

Pairing: Modern!Frat!Jace x f!reader

Summary: While originally being fast friends Jace ditches the reader to become part of the in crowd at university only to end up right back where he started. TW: Jace being a douche but redeeming himself, swearing, and stoner Heleana ig?

A/N: I saw headcannons for cocky Jace and my mind ran with it so I present cocky Jace.

Word count: 4240

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Jace Velaryon was almost a legend at Kingslanding University. All his family were alumni of the school who were always making donations and appearing at university events. One of the student halls was named after his dad’s family, the Velaryon Court, and the Dragonstone library was funded by his grandfather and was engraved with his mother’s maiden name. No one was shocked when he pledged to The Fraternity of the Seven or when he became the youngest captain of the rugby team, a position nearly always held by a Targaryen or Velaryon. His cousins were also on the team and Jace, Aegon, and Aemond were always the talk of the school. The only reason he even went to university was to study business so he could take over the family business after his mother. The company that basically employed half of Westeros. It was no surprise that people wanted to be in with the Velaryon-Targaryen Crowd, but you had quickly learned it was far better to avoid them than share their company.

In first year, you shared quite a few classes with Jace and the other Targs, as everyone called them, and at first, he was nice. Hell, you were even kind of friends. He sat next to you in High Valyrian 101 and freshman English and every class he would text you first to see if you wanted a coffee from the canteen. He would genuinely try in class and attended your study sessions you held in your dorm with friends, and he was always the one who would bring the most snacks for people to share.

It had been his father that had encouraged him to join the family frat but even when he first joined it Jace was a normal guy. He didn’t brag when he made the rugby team or when he got into his frat. Something changed though halfway through freshman year. He stopped showing up to study sessions and instead just asked you to send him your notes. You were fine with it at first, figuring he was just busy with all his new activities. Until you realised his new activities was a girl called Sara Snow who made fun of you and your friends at every opportunity. Jace had known this but clearly, he didn’t care as he sat in class with her tongue halfway down his throat.

It only got worse over time. He basically dropped all of the friends he had made when he started and instead hung out with the senior in crowd who were happy to get a Velaryon in their mix. He stopped eating at the Canteen, turning his nose up at the coffee and insisting on ubering Starbucks to class. He was still passing his classes somehow, but you had stopped replying to his texts asking for notes and realised it was the only thing he still asked you about. The down to earth humble guy had died, and a new frat boy cocky athlete had taken its place.

Unlike Jace you had stuck with your first-year friends and now in senior year you were still best friends with them all. Alysanne, Arra, Lynara and you had formed a strong friendship group whom all shared a mutual hatred of the Targs. Well except for one. Heleana Targaryen was nothing like her brothers or cousins and had joined your group a couple of years ago. At first, she seemed so innocent and shy, but you soon realised she was just a massive stoner who had a special interest in bugs and women.

The five of you were sat in the canteen eating lunch when Alysanne brought up the upcoming rugby game, “I have to go so you all have to go and we have to look cute.”

You rolled your eyes knowing exactly why she and Arra wanted to go, “You have an unhealthy obsession with Cregan you know?” you said nodding at the pair who were scrolling through Alysanne’s phone looking at outfits. “He’s not gonna see you when he’s mid game,”

“Maybe but,” Alysanne said with a smirk, “He’s been messaging me. So now we have to go support him and I have to look cute for when I not so accidentally bump into him after when he’s all sweaty and glowing from his win,”

“Aren’t they going up against the Dornish Academy? Aren’t they liking the ones who won the whole thing last year? Or was that someone else. Its hard to keep up when they talk about this crap at dinner,” Heleana said. You couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to have to put up with her family all year round.

“Yeah, but this year’s Jace is captain, so they’ll be way better than last year. Marston Waters was such a loser. And a creep,” Despite her obsession with Cregan, Alysanne did genuinely enjoy and followed the rugby team, something you couldn’t understand why. “He actually seems to know what he’s doing,”

“That’s only cause he’s a Valerian. No offence Hel,” you added, and she just shrugged, “If he wasn’t born with that silver spoon up his ass no one would care about him,”

“I mean yeah he can be douche,” Arra jumped in, “But he’s hot and he’s fit, and he can run really fast,”

You gasped in fake surprise, “Don’t tell me you’re falling for a Targ Arra,” you said as you clutched her arm, “Are you ill? Are you dying?”

Arra swotted your hand away as Helena chuckled to herself, “You’re just mad you fancied him in freshman year and he ditched you for Sara Snow,” Arra said.

You hated that she was right and sighed as you took your hand away. He had gone from being so kind to you to pretending he didn’t know you existed. Or maybe he really forgot about you. It didn’t help that Sara smirked at you every time she passed you in the hallway, clutching onto his arm even tighter the whole of first year.

All of this was clearly new information to Heleana since you had sworn them all to secrecy after freshman year. “You used to like my cousin? That’s so gross,”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered before quickly changing the subject, “So how mandatory is it we go with you tomorrow, Aly?”

“Like 100%. He’s invited me to the after party and told me to bring you all,”

“Cregan Stark knows who we are?” Helena asked.

Lynara snorted at her words, “Dude he’s, my cousin. Plus, everyone knows who you are Helena even if you wanna be a stoner loner so bad,” Helena rolled her eyes but couldn’t even argue with her since her last name was all over campus, “Plus Arra and Alysanne went to high school with me and Cregan. No clue how he knows you though,” she said nudging your shoulder.

“He’s probably just seen me hanging around you guys before or something,” you assumed which seemed to satisfy everyone’s curiosity, “Can’t we skip the game and just go to the party?”

Shock and offence plastered Arra and Alysanne’s faces, “Why do you hate me being happy?” Aly asked and you rolled your eyes, “Do you want me to die old and alone and surrounded by 15 cats?”

“Why 15 cats?” you asked, ignoring her question.

“Oh my god will you just please come to the game? If you come, you can be maid of honour and Cregan and mines wedding?” she offered prompted Arra to shout her protests.

You laughed as Arra continued her rant about how she was supposed to be maid of honour before interrupted, “Fine you have a deal. But know. im only doing this to piss her off,”

“You suck,” Arra deadpanned causing you to laugh more, “But as revenge I get to pick your outfit,” you groaned but not wanting to argue allowed it.

Shockingly her outfit choice for the game was fine but it was the outfit for later you worried about. Instead of worrying you tried your best to ignore the sinking feeling whenever your friends brought up the after party and actually tried to enjoy the game to appease Aly.

When the game was over everyone began to rush either on the pitch to talk to the players or out the stadium to get ready for the after party. You and your friends however were stuck trying not to get knocked down by the crowds as Aly swooped in for the kill. You watched her obvious flirting and hair tossing and arm grabbing. Arra was doing the same with a guy from the sulking Dornish team, but her eye lash batting seemed to put a smile on his miserable face. You watched in awe, “How do they do that?” You asked.

Lynara shrugged and tore her eyes off the rugby boys, “Flirt?” she asked, and you nodded, “I don’t know you just like do it,” she said to which you rolled your eyes at her unhelpfulness, “Its hard to explain. You touch their arm, butter them up, act like an idiot while batting your eyes. All the cliches really. Laugh at all their jokes. That kinda thing,”

“What if they’re not funny?”

Helena snorted as Lynara almost face palmed, “This is why your single,” Helena said, and you swotted her in response, “You can’t just talk to a guy about the history of Valyria and expect him to know that means you wanna fuck him,”

“All you do is talk about bugs,” you said as if it was some kind of defence for your own helpless love life. “Is that why you don’t get any?”

“I don’t get any because I don’t want anyone here,” she corrected, “But clearly you do so spill,”

“No, I don’t!” the warm blood rushing into your cheeks did little to convince the pair who started to laugh at your fluster, “This is why I hate rugby,”

“I’m wounded,” a voice said from behind you, and you quickly spun around to see your least favourite Targs standing there. Jace walked to stand in between you and Helena, draping his arm over both your shoulders but you quickly shrugged his sweaty arm off. “If you hate it, why were you cheering for me?” He grinned, not caring about the rejection or the way you wouldn’t even look at his stupid perfect grin.

“We came for my cousin,” Lynara said, and you’d never been so grateful to have a stark on your side.

Jace looked down at Helena, “What about your auntie? You here for him too?”

She snorted, “Please im here to watch the Dornes tackle my brother,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you looked over to where Aegon was getting checked over by the school nurse for concussion. The boy charged into everything blindly and you were shocked he still had any braincells left.

Jace laugh made you stop yours however, but his attention eventually turned back to you, “So if she came for her cousin and she came for her brother. Who were you cheering for?”

Before you could come up with a response or come back Arra and Aly returned with Cregan in tow, “I was just telling Cregan how we turned you into a rugby fan,” Aly grinned as she brought her future husband over.

Jace’s arm returned to your shoulder and a massive grin on his face, “Oh really!” he beamed, “I thought you hated rugby?” he batted his eyelashes like an innocent child, and you did your best not to hit his perfect face.

Shrugging off his arm yet again, and receiving a questioning look for Arra in the process, you scrambled for a response, “I guess its not as bad as I expected,”

Cregan’s smile unlike Jace’s felt genuine and not mocking, “Hopefully we can turn you into a mega fan by the end of the year. Are yous coming tonight? Who can turn down free punch?” and with that your friends committed you to an evening of drinking, fun, and rugby guys much to your dismay.

You tried your best not to ruin Arra’s and Aly’s moods as you all got ready for the celebration, but Lynara was texting you to make sure you were okay. You didn’t know why the whole thing with Jace still bothered you, but it did. And seeing him act so casually flirty and friendly today out of nowhere didn’t help.

Despite it all you stood outside the Fraternity of the Seven with your girls as you waited to get into the party. This was your first official Frat party, so Arra had insisted you looked the part with a tight short black leather skirt, tights, and long sleeve top. Aly’s had done you hair and makeup to match and it had felt good to get ready like this in the dorms. Despite the modesty of the outfit, you felt exposed as the frat boys at the door let yous in and your good mood was soon diminishing.

Aly’s was gone within seconds to join Cregan at the opposite side of the room and Arra was soon to leave as well to join some other guys. Lynara linked her arm with yours and began dragging you to the drinks table. “Beer or punch?” she asked as she grabbed you a cup and filled it with your choice before handing it to you, “You’ll feel better after you drink something,”

“Or I’ve got weed if you prefer,” Helena offered causing Lynara to roll her eyes.

You laughed as you began to drink the cheap alcohol, “Im good but thanks Hel. Im at least going to try and enjoy this,” and you did. You ended up sitting with Baela, who you still struggled to understand how she was related to Hel, and some of her friends.

You were sat on the arm rest of the couch facing the group with your legs resting in Hel’s lap. You did your best to join in conversation, but it was mainly just a couple words here and there not really knowing what to say so to keep your mouth busy you kept sipping your now third drink. As you were laughing at one of Baela’s stories you felt someone’s toned abs lean against your back. “What’s so funny?” Jace asked and you felt your body tense as he draped his arm over your shoulder.

Baela, who was still laughing filled him in on the story and Jace kept up with the conversation, not even acknowledging the position you were both in. Hel gave your foot a squeeze and looked at you as if to ask if you were alright and you nodded, knowing the scene she would cause if you hadn’t. Jace moved his hand to rest on your other shoulder, essentially locking you in place, and you could feel his smirk burning into the back of your head, but you refused to look at him. With Jace behind you you could feel so many eyes on you and you hated to think what they were thinking. Aly looked over and gave you a puzzled look but got distracted by Cregan as quickly as she looked.

At this point your mind was wondering, thinking of what to do or what was happening when Jace interrupted your thoughts, “You want another?” he said as he took your now empty cup from your hand.

“Huh? Oh yeah sure thanks,” you said and for a second it almost felt like freshman Jace getting you coffee again.

“Be back in a beat sweetheart,” and the thought died as quickly as it entered your head.

As soon as he had walked away Lynara had jumped up from her chair, grabbing your arm and pulling you off the couch with Hel following in tow. “Quick lets escape,” Lynara said as she dragged you to the other side of the room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, im fine I was just like you know,” you said, and she nodded in response, “Isn’t he just gonna come find me?”

“Jace has the attention span of about 10 seconds,” Hel said and for whatever reason it only made you feel worse, “If you want, we can find Aly and Arra and ditch?”

“Nah its fine. I don’t wanna kill their vibe because of freshman stuff,” you said but your eyes were on Jace who was now making his way back to the couch with two cups and a very cutely confused look on his face. It almost made you wanna walk back over but when he looked up and you made eye contact you spun around to face the girls, “Let’s dance or something?”

“You wanna dance?” Lynara said shocked but quickly grabbed your arm dragging you to the dance floor before you could change your mind.

For a few minutes it actually took your mind off it all especially when Arra and Aly’s joined, finally ditching their guys for the evening. You lost track of how long you had been dancing but you were starting to regret not getting another drink, “Im gonna grab a drink be back,” you told Hel who just nodded before continuing her questionable robot dancing.

Once you arrived at the table you quickly poured your drink before deciding to down it and pour another. “Thirsty?” you snapped your head to the side to see Jace who must’ve only just came over. he stood beside you as he poured his own cup, “You wouldn’t have been so thirsty if you had waited for me to get back,”

“Lynara wanted to dance. I got distracted,” The lie slipped easily off your tongue as you began to drink your next drink, to increase the buzz you already had, “I didn’t think you’d mind,”

“I might be a Valerian but even we get offended when girls run away from us,” he said with his cocky grin but this time your buzz made you scoff in return, “What? You think we don’t have feelings?”

you rolled your eyes and briefly debated whether to just walk away but the cheap alcohol had obviously lowered your senses. “No, I think yous are all rich douchebags,” you said and Jace’s jaw slackened as his eyes widened. “Yous are all the same,” you continued despite any logic but you knew your freshman self would be proud, “Your daddy donates a few grand to the school, has your name plastered all over campus, and suddenly you think your mommy’s money somehow makes you the shit,” Jace went to say something but you didn’t stop, “So you ditch all your friends and skip all your classes and pick the bitchiest girls to date. Like seriously yous all chose the same mean girl in a different font its insane. Then you become rugby or football captains and spend all your time partying then take over your family business instead of the people that actually work for it,”

“That’s not fair,” Jace snapped when he could finally get a word in. his face was red, and he looked angrier than he had than during the whole rugby game. “Your barley knows me- “

“No but I do,” you cut him off, “Because you are all the same. And it’s a shame really cause you used to be really cool then you joined this stupid frat and started hanging around with Aegon fucking Targaryen and ditched all your friends to fuck Sara Snow,”

“I didn’t ditch you guys,”

“Im shocked you even remember us,” you snapped, and a silence fell between you both.

You turned back to your drink as Jace stewed in silence, “I didn’t mean to ditch you I just got busy and I-”

“I don’t really care what your excuse is Jace,” you cut him off as you sat your empty cup on the table, “It was fucking hurtful okay? You came to this school normal, and you turned into some Aegon Targaryen 2.0. We weren’t cool enough for you, I get it,” tears began to prick your eyes and threatened to spill but Jace just stood silently with his head hanging down. “I can’t believe I used to like you,” you said, and he suddenly looked up with his eyes wide and a confused look on his face, “Yeah, I know. Trust me to fall for the asshole. I shouldn’t have come tonight,” you said as you started to walk away.

You heard Jace say wait but instead you speed up and pulled out your phone to text Helena that you were leaving because of a sore stomach and began to walk home.

When you were halfway down the street you heard someone running behind you and glanced over your shoulder to see Jace had followed you. You tried to speed up, but he ended up in front of you, “You shouldn’t walk home alone drunk. It’s not safe,”

“Im not drunk,” you said, moving past him.

Jace only followed though, easily keeping pace with you, “Still. I don’t want you to get hurt,”

You snorted, “That’s ironic. What do you just wanna make fun of me? Is that why you were talking to me today? To laugh with your friends about it?”

“Gods you can’t think im that much of an asshole surely?” he asked but you stayed silent, “Look im sorry okay. I shouldn’t have just ditched you it was just like I- “

“You what? You started dating Sara Snow then suddenly I was invisible to you?”

Jace sighed and grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to stop walking despite your protests, “I only started dating her cause you kept rejecting me,”

This baffled you. You felt your head spinning and your whole world being flipped, “I never rejected you? You never even asked me out? What the fuck?”

“Are you serious?” Jace asked and you just shook your head confused. Jace let out a laugh and began to look around, “Oh my gods you’re an idiot,” you went to protest but he cut you off, “I was constantly flirting with you. Like the whole of first year. I got you coffee like every day,”

“Didn’t you get everyone coffee?”

“No!” Jace said and now you were both confused, “I got you coffee and always wanted to hang out and id come to your dorm all the time, but you kept inviting other people with,”

“We were studying!”

“I was trying to flirt with you!” Jace practically yelled as he flung his arms in the air, “I thought you were trying to let me down easy, so I started dating Sara to make you jealous and you didn’t care!”

The weight of it all mixed with the alcohol had hit you like a bag of bricks. “II just wanted you to be happy. I didn’t know,”

“You seriously didn’t know?” Jace had stopped yelling as well and suddenly it was as if his freshman self was standing in front of you. “And if you did know? would it have changed anything?”

It took you a long moment to answer, “I liked you too Jace. I always did. That’s why it hurt when- “

“I know,” Jace stopped you, stepping forward to hold your arms and force you to look at him, “But if you did know. if I had asked you out. Would you have said yes?”

The frat boy was completely gone now. Jace’s eyes bore into yours with a mix of sadness and hope only a puppy could have. His eyes scanned your dumbstruck face for any kind of answer. You didn’t know what to say. Instead, you leaned in without even thinking.

Your lips crashed onto his. It took a moment for Jace to realise what was happening but when he did, he was quick to catch up. His hands slid from your arms to the small of your back to hold you closer. You brought your own arms up to his shoulders holding on to keep your balance as his mouth danced with yours. You couldn’t help but shiver either from the cold or the kiss you couldn’t tell. When you finally broke apart his heavy breath fanned your face, and the heat made your skin tingle.

“I would’ve said yes,” you finally whispered back, and a smile began to tug at Jace’s lips.

He kissed your lips again, this time softer and only for a moment, “I’m sorry for- “

“Being a cocky lil shit?” you chuckled and Jace laughed this time at your insults, “I suppose you deserve to be a bit cocky,”

“Oh really?” Jace asked with a grin as he pulled you in closer, neither of you caring who could see you “Whys that?”

You hummed as your hands moved to his neck to pull his head closer to yours so you could whisper in his ear, “You’re the best kisser at this school,”

“That’s where your wrong love,” Jace corrected you as he moved his hand to your chin to pull your lips close to his so when he spoke, they brushed against yours, “I think you’re thinking of yourself,”

“You wanna have a contest?” You offered and without answering Jace closed the gap yet again. There you were shamelessly making out with the Rugby captain in the middle of the street while a bunch of frat boys started to cheer their captain on from the house. But they didn’t matter. You finally had the real Jace back.

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