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axelsagewrites · 5 months

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Robb Stark*Honey Cakes

Pairing: Robb x f! reader

Word count: 1830

Part Two to Cloak however can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: reader being jealous, secret relationship, but mostly just pure enemies to lovers’ fluff

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At thirteen you despised Robb, more than anyone really, so why is it know you were sat down the table for him trying desperately not to stare at him? Your parents had originally tried to broker a marriage pact between you and the Stark however due to your mutual hatred of each other that plan fizzled and died. No one even knew you liked the boy. Well apart from Robb.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tingling the nape of your neck as he leaned down so no one else would hear as he walked out the room behind you.

Sansa glanced back, raising an eyebrow when she saw the warm flush on your face, but you managed to wave her off. Instead of letting him torture you any longer you grabbed her arms, “Shall we go see if the kitchen has any spare lemon cakes?” you asked, and Sansa quickly grinned in agreement.

You sat in the kitchen with Sansa for a good couple hours, laughing and gossiping about all the people at Winterfell. “Well apparently Alice, you know that Manderley girl. Well apparently, she has a crush on Robb,” Sansa said, gagging at her brother’s name.

Your eyes widened but you soon covered it up as Sansa grimaced about someone potentially liking her brother, “Who told you that?”

“Jane,” she said, picking at the crumbs left of the cakes you had both scoffed, “Apparently, she was hanging around the stables waiting for Robb so she could ask for help getting on her horse. Bit desperate if you ask me. It’s not like Robbs anything special,”

“Huh that’s so weird. It’s not like Robbs dumb enough to fall for that,” You did your best to act natural, but you could see Sansa’s eyes narrowing. “Well, you’d hope anyway,”

“Yeah,” Sansa said, her voice trailing off for a moment, “Then again according to some of the ugh boys,” she said, shuddering meaning you knew she was talking about Theon despite also knowing she had a major crush on him, “he’s had some…women at his room,”

“Oh?” this time you couldn’t not sit up straight.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t tell anyone who. Theon thinks its some,” she paused to lean in and whisper, “whore,” she said, her eyes whipping around the room, “from the village,”

You sucked in your breath, trying hard not to either find Robb and kill him or cry, “He doesn’t seem like that kind of man,”

“That’s what Jon said but then who was in his room?”

“When was it?” you asked as if you wanted to break your own heart.

That was until Sansa said it, “Last Sunday,”

Fuck. Last Sunday after not being able to sleep and being too afraid of the nightmares to come you turned to Robb for some kind of comfort. Nothing happened but you did sleep in his chambers and then he helped you sneak back at first light. “How strange,” you muttered before trying to change the topic, but your mind still lingered on how good Robbs morning hair looked.

The cook eventually grew tired of your whispering and threw you both out the kitchen. Instead, you went to Sansa’s room to practise your needle point then eventually trudged back to your own room. When you entered your chamber, everything seemed normal. That was until you saw the honey cake sitting beside your bed with a note.

“I tried for lemon, but someone had eaten them all” – it read, making you laugh at the note. You sat on the bed, picking up the cake and smiling at the single wildflower he’d sat beside it.

The next morning you arrived at the dining hall before any of the stark children. Your parents were sat with the ned and cat at the head table, so you ended up plopping down in an empty seat and a near by table. “Morning,” an unbelievably smooth voice grinned as Robb sat himself in the seat across you.

“Morning,” you said as you tried hard not to smile too largely back. “You’re almost as sweet as that honey,” you said, lowering your voice.

A faint blush covered his cheeks, “But not as sweet as you,” he said but as he opened his mouth to speak a gritty, irritating, annoying voice spoke up.

“Good morning, Robb,” came the sing song voice of Alice who you had never thought annoying until last night.

Robb barely glanced over his shoulder at her as she walked off, “Morning Alice,” he said as he turned his attention back to you. his eyebrows squinted at the now stoney look on your face, “What?”

“Nothing,”

“Cmon tell me,”

“It’s nothing,”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,” Robb rapidly repeating, grinning wider at each jab.

You sighed, “Fine. Its just,” you sighed again, “she has a crush on you,”

His face froze for a moment before he burst into absolute laughter, “Oh the gods,” he laughed, clutching at his stomach as both of your parents began to stare.

“Quit it!” you whispered, slapping at his head.

“You’re jealous,” Robb laughed, thankfully quieter, as he swatted your hand away, “Aw honey that’s adorable,”

“I’m not your honey,” you grumbled, “and I’m not jealous,”

“Am not,”

“Are too,”

“Am not!”

“Are too- “

“Youd think by now you two would grow up,” Sansa yawned as she sat beside you, and you were both forced to act like nothing happened.

Later that day, for no other reason you swear, you decided to go riding soon after you overheard Robb suggest the idea to Jon. Sansa was thankfully in lessons meaning you quickly changed and heading down to the stables.

“Robbie, could you help me- “Alice began to say as you walked in however, she hadn’t seen you.

Robb however did, “Oh hey!” he greeted, walking past Alice who now wore a deflated look, “Oh sorry Alice, Jon can you give her a hand?” Jon went to step forward, but Alice muttered something about her parents before turning and leaving. “Huh, weird,” Robb half grinned.

“You wanna come riding with us?” Jon asked you as he began to fix his own saddle.

You glanced at Robb before nodding, “Yeah sure lemme get my saddle ready first,”

“I’ll get it,” Robb said, moving to grab it before you could stop him.

Jon laughed and rolled his eyes as he finished his own horses’ reins, “So at what point are you two love birds gonna admit it,”

“Admit what- “

“Save it,” Jon rolled his eyes, “He stinks of your perfume, and you’ve accepted his help in the history of well ever,” he said as he flung his arm around your shoulder, “Aw sister,” he teased as he ruffled your hair.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled as you escaped his grip and tried to fix your hair.

However, Robb walked past and laughed, “Adorable,” he grinned as he kissed the top of your head before fixing your horse. It was actually nice to be able to be open about not hating Robb as you three went around the gods’ woods. However, after a very pointed look from Robb and a lot of teasing from Jon he finally decided to throw Robb a bone and go back himself.

“Are we ever gonna tell anyone we don’t hate each other anymore?” Robb asked, ruining the perfectly good conversation about how gorgeous he thought you looked today.

You grinned at him, “Who said I don’t hate you anymore?”

“The feelings mutual,” he laughed as you finally returned to the stables. “I’m just saying would it be so bad,” he asked as he jumped off his horse, quickly moving to help you down. You swung your leg around, so you were sat sideways on the horse. Robb moved to grab your hips, lifting you down. Your arms went to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I don’t know. I mean maybe…” you started to say but trailed off as your feet hit the ground, but Robb didn’t step back. His warm breath fanned your face, tickling your cheeks. His hands moved slowly to the small of your back, pulling you in closer till you were flush against him. His lips were only a fraction away and it only took a couple seconds till you felt them brush against yours. you couldn’t wait anymore as you pushed up, closing the final gap.

Sure, you had been flirting all week, but this was your first kiss with him, and you melted into it. if his hands were not on your back you may have collapsed. Just as your hands went into his hair, which was unbelievably soft, you heard a gasp.

You pulled back to see Sansa standing in the stable doorway. “You’re the whore?!” she asked, shocked before her cheeks flushed red, “I don’t mean- “

“Sansa!” Robb half bellowed, turning round ready to tear his sister a new one when you grabbed his arm.

His head span round to face you and you mentally made a note to remember how good he looked with his jaw tensed, “Theres’s back story, I’ll explain later,” you said before turning to Sansa, “It’s not what you think,”

“You were kissing my brother!”

You sighed, “Okay it’s kind of what you think,” you said as you walked closer, “but not as bad as you think,”

“Oh?” she paused before her eyes widened, “Oh! Ew!” she grimaced. “That’s so weird. I thought you hated him,”

“I did but,” you paused, looking at Robb who smile down at you. you reached for his hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing yours lightly, “it’s different now,”

Sansa gagged before turning to Robb, “if you hurt her. I will kill you,”

“Aren’t you supposed to say that to her? you’re my sister,” Robb said incredibly.

Sansa paused for a moment before realisation dawned on her, “Oh you’re going to be my sister one day!” she began to celebrate. You laughed at her as she jumped into your arms but made no effort to stop her, “Do our parents know?”

“Not yet,” you said as you pulled back from her grip. “Let us tell them know,”

Robb nodded as he pulled you over to his side, draping an arm around your shoulder, “Yeah. I get to brag about her first, not you,”

“No fair,” Sansa pouted but Robb ignored her as he looked down at you with a dopey smile.

“Can’t wait to tell everyone you’re mine,” he said softly, leaning back down for another kiss which you gladly accepted.

“Oh, gods I can’t,” Sansa shivered as she quickly left however you just laughed before turning back to Robb.

Your arms found their way back to his shoulders as his found the small of your back, “Now where were we?” you asked.

Robb smiled, leaning down slowly, “Somewhere around here,” he whispered before his lips fell back onto yours. how could you hate him now?

Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy @valeskafics @asgards-princess-of-mischief

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crownedtargaryen · 1 year

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ahhh yay!!

i would like to request something for modern!bran if that’s okay🙏🏻

i was thinking maybe modern!bran with goth reader?

like just headcanons or an imagine, whatever you’d like

you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to :)

lipstick. modern!bran headcanons

MASTERLIST pairing: modern!bran x goth!reader (a/n): I'm so sorry this is so short! Being goth has a lot of different types in that aesthetic, so I tried to generalize and keep it as unspecific as I could! (this Bran goes with this headcanon post I did of him) all notes are appreciated. tag list: @thethreeeyed-raven @howyouloveyourdragon @hopelesswritergall @fairysluna @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again @its-actually-minicika

SFW

• Bran loves you so much

• he ADORES when you sit on his lap and you do his makeup

• though, he's SUUUCH a pain to put makeup on

• he's always laughing and moving, trying to lean in and kiss you

• you have to yell at him, giving him a small smack as he cackles

• "what? can I not have a kiss?" he'll feign innocence that'll make you roll your eyes

• black cat and golden retriever

• he loves letting you dress him up in gothic themed clothing, so proud of any and all outfits you give him

• posts pics of you. over dressed gothic partner with the underdressed basic gamer

• he loves to bring you on his streams, the chat LOVVVES you

• he'll do "partner picks my aesthetic" streams with you, just adoring how excited you get in contrast to your darker more standoffish look

• def looks a bit strange seeing you side by side, but he doesn't care. ur his pfp on EVERYTHING and loves the way you present yourself

• def been called a discord mod with his kitten which has plagued your day to day life where he will jokingly call you kitten

• "that's a lot of talk for my discord kitten," he'll tease, knowing how frustrated it makes you.

does NOT shut up about how he wants to do beastboy x raven

ORR BATMAN X CAT WOMAN he’s OBSESSEDDD

def will call you emo for your aesthetic, laughs so hard when you’re get a bit angry with him

“hey! don’t be mad, maybe i like emos.” he’ll coo, just making you huff then kiss him to shut him up

def will let your paint his nails shades of black and grey, wears that shit with pride

LOVES it when you put on dark lipstick and kiss all over his face. he’s done that smudged lipstick tiktok so many times 👀

even though you’re the more intimidating outer shell of the relationship, bro will fight god for you

someone says shit about your aesthetic, calls you emo or says something harsh, he’s ON IT.

only he’s allowed to poke fun at his partner. someone says shit?

lets just say he’s almost killed a few people

forces you to teach him how to use a wax seal

he’ll nag you for hours, and you finally teach him and he’s over the moon

then one day, he’ll show up with a parchment letter that he’s tea stained for you. you honestly don’t believe it at first

bran didn’t SEEM like the type to do this, but gods he DID IT HE WROTE YOU A GOTHIC PARCHMENT LETTER QUILL AND INK AND EVERYTHING??!!

He LIVES to make you smile with gifts like that

constantly bugging you about what new clothes or shoes you want, what jewelry you may like, what antique gothic trinkets you think are beautiful

then within days they’re in ur hands and you just are like “oh.”

HE LOOOVES taking you to museums of antique medieval gothic resorts

he loves to hear you talk about them, grinning at your excitement and passions and how beautiful you look when you talk so much you run out of breath and have to sharply inhale before continuing

after taking you to the museum he’ll take you on a romantic moonlit picnic with only candles he brought and distant street lights illuminating you both

and he’ll softly go

“i love you…” pause. “even though you’re kind of emo.” then break into a cackle and beg you not to get up and leave

NSFW

• absolutely loves how your black makeup runs down your face when he tails the fuck out of you

• he loves the sight of your hair scattered across the bed as he pins you down, mascara running down your cheeks as you cry in pleasure

• he loves when you have dark lipstick on and kiss all over his body. gladly takes pictures of it and posts it on his private twitter

• usually after sex his face is covered in dark lipstick smudged over his swollen lips and flushed cheeks

• he loves ripping your dark thigh highs apart, immediately delving in your goods with the thin cloth RIPPED APART so easily.

• sometimes gets frustrated because of the layers to your outfits

• he's a switch, loves when you dom him and leave him a begging crying mess with lipstick marks on his thighs and hardened buds on his chest

will never ever stop joking about “you love dark things? let me make some dark ass marks on that pretty little neck.” while he growls and pulls you onto his lap with a cheeky grin

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julessworldd · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day with GOT/HOTD babes modern

A/N: A quick idea for you guys and my present for saying thank you for the support of my writing. It’s been amazing writing for a new fandom and getting new mots y’all are the best! So happy Valentine’s Day from me :) I love you guys 💓 @daenerysapologist @valeskafics

Warnings: grammar/spelling errors, implied smut, marriage proposals, romantic shit

Robb: Okay man is a simp all year round, but Valentine’s Day and your birthday he goes all out each year. Breakfast in bed with your favorite breakfast foods and drinks. Dinner at the restaurant you had your first date at. He’s a sentimental man, like his daddy. Buys you an outfit and takes you out on the town, a walk after dinner. Then takes you back home and you have a nice night in the backyard under blankets looking at the stars. You definitely know how much you are loved with Robb

Theon: A romantic but loves an excuse to buy you stuff without you telling him he’s wasting his money. Wakes you up by kissing you all over and whispering sweet words of love in your ear. Definitely messes with you the whole day, making out in bed, on the counter, where ever he can get you. Gets you a pretty necklace, a nice outfit, a pink lingerie set from Victoria’s Secret (reference to bels cam girl series 💀💖) a good ole fashioned wine and dine with Theon

Jon: Loves Valentine’s Day he gets to show you how much he loves you on that day and your birthday. Jon makes you breakfast in bed, makes the bed, draws you a bath with nice soaps, bath bombs, roses in the water, candles around the tube. Still gets nervous about asking you if he can join the tub. Of course you let him, he lets you lay your back on his chest. Washes your hair and body while kissing you and laughing enjoying the time with you. Would be a guy to propose on that day. I don’t think he would make it a restaurant proposal, more of a scenic view type. Where you two go on walks and relax in nature, he had Sansa and Arya make it all cute with candles, fair lights and pictures.

Jaime: Jaime loves spoiling you no matter what day it is, but is like Robb two days out of the year he goes all out. Wakes you up being under the covers messing with you. Afterwards, he carries you to the kitchen for a breakfast. Tells you to get ready because he’s taking you out for the whole day. Takes you to your favorite places, a little shopping, a cute lunch date at your favorite restaurant, flowers. Then dinner he takes you to a fancy restaurant, gifts you a necklace that has his name. Later on you notice the wait staff is watching you guys. Soon as you ask him what’s going on, you seen him on one knee and a velvet box in hand. He takes you to the place he first said he loved you and tells you how much you mean to him and how he still loves you.

Aegon: Aegon is definitely someone that shows his money off even to you. You love him for him not his family’s money, but that’s his love language. A huge shopping spree, a fancy lunch and dinner, sends you money to get your nails done but request you to get something he wants for the special day.

Aemond: A secret hopeless romantic for his partner all year but valentines is one day he shows it off. Him and Jaime would do the same thing, take you shopping, a nice lunch just the whole day is about you and just you. Aemond would hand write you a poem and would mean every word. Definitely would think about proposing to you that night but wants it to be the perfect moment.

Cregan: My boy is a simp like Robb! Plans this day out after your birthday so it’s a ways a bit from that he plans it out big. Takes you somewhere nice and warm like Hawaii, Costa Rica, Bahamas the week before. A romantic getaway for you two, would definitely propose on the beach at sunset. A nice dinner that’s outside a private beach. tells you how much he loves you and wants to be with you forever. Cregan and Gomez Addams give the same vibes for their partners. Starks are simps in my book

#hotd x reader #hotd x y/n #got x reader #robb stark x y/n #jon snow x reader #theon greyjoy x reader #aemond x reader #aegon x reader #modern hotd #modern got #cregan stark x reader

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riocat01 · 1 year

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Modern Braime AU!

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stark-boys-simp · 1 year

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common tongue: part 2 (jon’s pov)

a/n: i fucked with the ages of people because it’s my mental illness and i am playing with these characters like a seven year old girl with barbies <3

taglist: @sanguinesaint-kaleidoscopeeyes

it was actually kind of impressive the amount of dirty clothes one could go through on a road trip. it was also kind of impressive how many plants a person could fit in one area. jon dragged his bag and bran’s bag through the tiny, crowded path in front of y/n’s house, stopping in front of the wooden steps. the windows were covered in old lace curtains, weird stained glass that he could swear was a portrait of wario, and little beaded strings. he knocked on the colorfully painted front door, picking up the bags and slinging them over his shoulder.

the door was answered by a very confused looking man with badly dyed light pink hair and a lit joint in hand. “who the fuck are you?” he asked, but not in an unfriendly way. it seemed like that was just how he talked.

jon blinked in the sudden golden glow of lights. “uh, jon snow. y/n said we could do laundry?”

the pink haired guy’s face broke into a smile and he moved aside, pulling jon into the house and taking bran’s bag off his shoulder. “why didn’t you say so, man? y/n and margaery are in the back, but the washer and shit is in the kitchen, you’re cool to use whatever. there’s drinks and shit in the fridge too, if you want.”

jon stammered a thank you as he was pulled through the tiny house. the scent of weed hung heavy in the air, but so did the smell of sweet incense and baking bread. the windows were opened to let in the cool night air, and more of the weird decorations were everywhere. the pink haired guy was still talking in his cheerful flea bottom accent.

“yeah, y/n mentioned you guys might be coming, she did most of the decorating herself, you know, our mom’s not really around much so she and i head out to the thrift stores on saturdays with loras, helaena, and margaery, you can totally come and we can find some cool shit for you-.” he turned and asked him suddenly, “hey, you guys are going to school at jahaerys’, right? jahaerys high?”

jon nodded, still unsure what to say in the onslaught of chatter.

the pink haired guy grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “great, we’ll probably be in some of the same classes next semester then.” he then wandered off, leaving jon alone in the kitchen, and calling, “hey, y/n! your friend’s here!”

jon heard y/n answer him, but he couldn’t make out what she said. he decided to turn his attention to the old washer, throwing the clothes in there, setting the water to cold, and hoping for the best. as he closed the lid, he looked around at the small, cozy kitchen. true to form, there was a window box, full of what looked like basil, sage, and thyme, as well as a colander full of grapes on the side of the sink.

“you can have some if you want.”

he started and turned around to see y/n grinning up at him from the doorway. he cleared his throat and shook his head. “i’m good, thanks.” he smiled at her, trying his best to seem cool. “i like the wario stained glass thing, though.”

“best fucking thrift find ever. truly, whoever came up with it was an artistic genius.” she moved past him and towards the counter, dumping the grapes into a bowl and offering it to him.

not wanting to seem rude, he took a few out with a quiet “thank you.” he popped one into his mouth absently and bit down, his eyes widening. “holy shit.”

she laughed. “i know, right? our neighbors, the redwynes, grow them in their backyard. i don’t know how they do it, but they’re so fucking good.” she began walking out of the room, motioning for him to follow her. she led him through the living room and to the backyard, where margaery and the pink haired guy were relaxing with another dude who looked almost exactly like margaery. they looked up at him as he entered and margaery waved.

“so, you met arys, my twin brother,” y/n said, gesturing towards the pink-haired guy. “he attempted to dye his hair to match his girlfriend and instead ended up looking like one of those troll dolls. and the other guy is loras-,” the guy who looked like margaery waved- “and he is cooler than all of us combined. he’s margaery’s twin brother.”

margaery frowned. “i happen to think i’m the cooler twin, actually.”

“you are, but loras has a fragile ego,” y/n whispered loudly.

jon cleared his throat. “does everyone here grow something in their backyards?”

arys shook his head. “just some of the people on our block. the tyrell’s crop, for instance, is pretty popular,” he said with a grin.

jon looked around at them. “what do you grow?”

margaery and y/n exchanged glances. loras and arys were silent, but they both looked on the verge of grinning.

loras leaned forward. “i’ll give you a hint. our house has been nicknamed high garden.”

jon blinked. “huh?”

they all looked at him, waiting for him to realize.

“….oh!”

y/n nodded. “keep it on the low, though, will you?”

he nodded quickly. “yeah, yeah, of course. i wouldn’t say anything.”

arys grinned at him. “good. i’d have to kill you otherwise.” he took another hit off his blunt and exhaled, tilting his head back happily. “maiden and mother, that’s good.”

loras hummed softly. “we added roses to it.”

“did you? explains why it smells nicer than usual.”

y/n stood up and held out her hand to jon. “come on, you’re helping me grab snacks.”

jon took her hand obediently and stood up, following her back into the kitchen. “so,” he asked, trying to make conversation, “how long have you guys lived here?”

“my whole life, pretty much. my dad died when i was little, so my mom moved us here. what about you? what’s your story?”

his mind went momentarily blank. “uh, i don’t know. i have like, four cousins? the triplets: sansa, bran, and arya, and then the youngest is rickon. plus robb, and my adopted…. also cousin? i guess? you met him. theon. that’s pretty much it. oh, i played lacrosse for awhile. does that count as anything?” he stopped himself suddenly. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i’m talking so much.”

she smiled at him, reaching into a cupboard to grab a bag of chips. “it’s cool. your wash is done, by the way.”

he blinked, turning abruptly to the machine. “right, thanks.” he busied himself with putting the wet clothes in the dryer, not daring to look at her again. theon liked her, he reminded himself. it’s against the bro code. you can’t flirt with her. he turned back around, his mouth open to say something. he wasn’t even sure what he was going to say.

she wasn’t there, though. the back door was open again, and he heard arys saying something to her in a loud voice, and margaery’s resounding laughter at y/n’s indignant response.

he could get her socials, right? if he got everyone else’s too. it wouldn’t be flirting. he’d just be talking to new friends. he’d even ask if he could give them to robb and theon. to keep everything fair.

loras’s voice cut through his thoughts. “dude, he is totally in love with you! you’re the apple of his singular eye.”

jon walked out to the porch, mildly apprehensive. “who’s in love with who?” he asked.

loras tossed a bottle of… something to him lazily, leaning back against the couch and taking a sip of his own drink. “right, so you know the targaryens?”

jon shook his head.

“so, there’s two targaryen brothers, right? viserys and aerys-.”

“no relation,” arys added.

“shut up, arys. so aerys used to be mayor but he had some kind of weird mental break and was deposed or whatever. he’s got three kids, two of them are older but one is our age, she goes to the private school here. she’s cool, comes to parties with her boyfriend sometimes. then viserys is where it gets interesting. so he had one daughter with his first wife, and then she died when rhaenyra was like, eighteen? and then, not a fucking year later, he gets married to his daughter’s best friend, alicent hightower.”

jon’s jaw dropped. “no shit?”

“no shit,” arys interrupted. “so anyways, viserys and alicent had four kids before they got divorced and their names are aegon, who’s kind of a cunt but in a nice way, and his sister helaena, who’s the sweetest person alive, and their little brothers, aemond and daeron. now aemond lost his eye in an accident to do with one of rhaenyra’s kids, luke i think? there was this whole thing about it. but viserys insists they go to public school for some public image thing, and aemond and y/n have been tight ever since they were kids. he’s totally and one hundred percent in love with her.”

“why are we discussing this exactly?” y/n scowled. “it’s not like he actually is into me or i’m into him. we’re friends, that’s it.”

“the entire family is in desperate need of therapy, anyway,” margaery commented. “i would not let you date him.”

“me either.” loras leaned over and ruffled y/n’s hair. “you’re our precious little baby and we will never let anyone hurt you.”

y/n scoffed. “first of all, we are the same age, and secondly, he would not hurt me by dating me because we are friends.”

“i’d let you date him.” arys took another sip of what jon now knew to be some kind of sprite-tasting soda. “he’s cool. covered for me in chem once when arianne and i were skipping to fuck in a broom closet. best chem class of my life.”

y/n pretended to gag. “fucking gross, arys, we don’t need to know that shit.”

“he was doing it to get in your good graces, as my sainted nana would say,” loras said. he took another sip of his drink. “fucker wants your approval to date your baby sister.”

“i am younger by seven minutes!”

#modern got #modern hotd #got x reader #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #game of thrones x reader

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downthewishingwell · 2 years

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Sansa Stark's instagram inspired by this post by @a-libra-writes

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#please go read the post #its so funny #also love all her other modern stark content #modern got #modern stark #sansa stark #modern sansa stark #story aesthetic #modernstark #moderngot #storyaesthetic

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westerosoliviapope · 2 years

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"What the bloody hell is this?"

She was in her dressing room at Storm's End, fresh after a bout vomiting when Renly stormed in that morning, shirtless with pajama pants slung low on his sculpted torso, holding the ultrasound photo as if it burned his fingers.

She pulled her Ralph Lauren sheath off the hanger. It would do quite nicely. Especially with her gold stag brooch. "A boy," she sang. "Doesn't that speck on the bottom look like a penis? How do you feel about Orys Gwayne?"

"Stop fucking around, Margaery. What have you done?"

"What I always do. Make you look good."

"I told you no procedures. It can't get out that I can't—"

"I didn't have a procedure."

For all the whispers of her husband being an empty-headed action figure, he was a stellar mathematician. His eyes squinted in recognition, even as he growled his denial. "You didn't."

"What?" Margaery blinks innocently. "Get a proper fuck for the first time in gods know when with the bonus of a little blue-eyed, black-haired Baratheon in my belly? I most certainly did."

And gods, was it transcendent. His size. His stamina. Edric Storm was Stag, through and through.

#margaery tyrell #renly baratheon #renly x margaery #renly x loras #edric storm #margaery x edric #asoiafrare #modern margaery tyrell #modern renly baratheon #modern got #modern game of thrones #modern asoiaf au #modern asoiaf #modern asoiaf fanfic #modern westeros #scandal westeros

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littlle-foxx · 1 year

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ㅤㅤ❝Говорили, его падение было несчастным случаем. Бран не мог спорить: он не помнил, что с ним случилось. Но где-то глубоко внутри он знал, что это не так. ㅤㅤЕму предоставлялась лучшая медицинская помощь, которую только можно было купить за деньги, но всё же недостаточная, чтобы спасти его ноги. Когда они говорили, что он больше никогда не сможет ходить, он просто кивал. Как будто это не так. Как будто они ошибались. ㅤㅤТолько когда возвратился домой, когда Робб на руках отнёс его в комнату, Бран, наконец, понял. ㅤㅤБран долго боролся. Сначала он был зол, затем впал в депрессию, которая не привнесла в его жизнь ничего, кроме подавленности, тёмных кругов под глазами и ещё более угнетённого настроя. ㅤㅤПотом наступил тот день, когда его учительница (долговязая женщина, убеждённая в том, что её кожаная куртка — часть дресс-кода) Мисс Оша вручила ему кусочек угля и альбом и попросила нарисовать то, что он видит. ㅤㅤСперва Бран думал, что это глупо, но со временем он начал замечать линии, формы и цвета вокруг себя, а затем начал наслаждаться этим — чувствуя, что, воссоединяя части вместе, он воссоздаёт себя. ㅤㅤСначала он познакомился с Жойеном. ㅤㅤБран не замечал его раньше, ведь тогда у него не было на это причин. До несчастного случая он счастливо жил в своём собственном мире, путешествуя между странами и поедая сырные палочки. Теперь же люди не знали, как общаться с ним, к тому же Бран ненавидел, когда они проявляли к нему жалость. Потому он дистанцировался от того, что у него было, и сосредоточился на том, что у него есть. ㅤㅤКогда однажды Жойен внезапно сел рядом с ним и заговорил первым, Бран испугался. С одной стороны, он хотел оттолкнуть его, а с другой — жаждал нормального, человеческого общения. ㅤㅤВ конце концов, последнего Бран хотел больше, а потому вслушался в тихий голос Жоена. ㅤㅤПервое, что Бран узнал о своём новом друге, — то, что, как правило, он тихоня. ㅤㅤВо-вторых, хотя Жоен выглядел очень юным, он правда был очень мудрым, как гуру или как печеньки с предсказанием. ㅤㅤИ в-третьих, Бран выяснил, что у Жоена есть сестра по имени Мира. ㅤㅤВпервые Бран встретил Миру в университетском городке. ㅤㅤОн сидел вместе с Жойеном на каком-то случайном футбольном матче, когда она внезапно присела рядом с Ридом, выхватила яблоко из рук брата и укусила зелёный плод. Бран не знал, что сказать, когда девушка вытерла рот ладонью и протянула яблоко обратно Жойен��. ㅤㅤВстретившись глазами с Браном, она ярко улыбнулась и сказала: ㅤㅤ— Привет, я Мира. ㅤㅤМира и Жойен стали неотъемлемой частью его жизни, и Бран осознал, что он совсем не против. ㅤㅤМира не была похожа на Жойена. ㅤㅤВсегда жизнерадостная, она умела заставить Брана улыбаться и смеяться. Рядом с ней он чувствовал себя спокойно. Старк понял, что Мира и Жойен лучшие друзья, которые у него когда-либо были. ㅤㅤБран помнил, что первое, что сразу замечалось в Мире и Жойене, — их глаза. У обоих зелёные. ㅤㅤКроме того, у Жойена они были мрачными и таинственными, словно добавлением к странной ауре вокруг него. Зелёные, как глубокое болото. ㅤㅤУ Миры же глаза ясные и яркие, напоминающие тёплый весенний денёк. ㅤㅤМира первая спросила его об этом. ㅤㅤ— Нарисуешь наши портреты? ㅤㅤСначала Бран удивился, но потом решил, что ни за что не сделает этого. Он никогда не показывал свои работы кому-то, кроме мисс Оши, но её мнение он не считал. В конце концов, она была только учителем, его учителем, и никогда его не критиковала. ㅤㅤНо затем Мира улыбнулась. ㅤㅤ— Пожалуйста. ㅤㅤБран растаял под её взглядом и согласился. ㅤㅤЖойен первый, с ним проще. Он сидел прямо, почти не двигаясь, пока Бран водил карандашом по бумаге: рисовал его угловатым и тонким, с веснушками, покрывающими щёки, и волосами во все стороны. Бран закончил эскиз довольный результатом; он дорисовал тёмно-зелёным глаза и тёмно-коричневым брови с намёком на чёрный по краям, водя карандашами по пергаменту до тех пор, пока мальчик на портрете не стал похожим на Жойена. ㅤㅤДалее Мира. ㅤㅤЕё было куда тяжелее рисовать, ведь она не умела сидеть неподвижно и постоянно вертелась. В конце концов, Бран не стал просить её замереть, и Мира засмеялась. ㅤㅤЕму хотелось бы, чтобы это было единственной проблемой. ㅤㅤЧерты Миры мягче, чем у Жойена, и Бран только после нескольких попыток сумел нарисовать изгибы её щёк, потом приступил к веснушкам, затем перешёл к плечам. Старку тяжело было рисовать её плечи, потому что зелёный свитер Миры слегка соскользнул вниз. ㅤㅤК тому времени, как Бран почти закончил рисовать, на улице уже стемнело, и он попросил её дать ему несколько дней на то, чтобы завершить портрет. ㅤㅤБран работал над рисунком в течении двух недель. ㅤㅤЕё кожа — абрикос и сливки, её волосы — медь и красное дерево, но именно эти её глаза принесли Брану столько неприятностей. Они были какого-то неразличимого цвета, безымянного оттенка, не соснового и не мятного, даже не оливкового. ㅤㅤХолст стоял у него в комнате, прикрытый белой тканью, и Бран каждый день доставал его, пытаясь смешать цвета и найти верный оттенок зелёного. ㅤㅤОн хотел, чтобы её портрет был совершенным. ㅤㅤМира приходила уже третью неделю. Бран смешивал зелёный цвет, и, как ему казалось, у него почти получилось подобрать идеальный оттенок, когда он почувствовал лёгкое прикосновение к своему плечу. Бран повернулся к Мире с лёгкой улыбкой на губах. ㅤㅤ— Эй, — произнёс он, — ты не должна её видеть, пока я не закончу. ㅤㅤБран попытался прикрыть картину, но девушка не позволила ему, внимательно разглядывая свой портрет. Старк фыркнул, опустившись на спинку кресла, и отвернулся. И только почувствовав её волосы, щекотавшие его шею, он развернулся к ней. А затем Мира поцеловала его. ㅤㅤБран замер. Он и мечтать о таком не мог и, пока девушка не отстранилась, запустил руку в её волосы. ㅤㅤА она захихикала, прежде чем прошептать ему в губы: ㅤㅤ— Это совершенно, Бран, абсолютно совершенно. ❞

#bran stark #house stark #meera reed #house reed #modern got #modern asoiaf #asoiaf #got #translation

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july-19th-club · 1 year

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seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

#i personally like to not be doing things constantly at all times. it stresses me out #i know there are ppl who thrive on cosntant activity #but me i like to chill out.#and the problem then becomes that i only ACTIVELY remember to do work and Find More Work To Do when im stressed #at the thought that others might want to see me working #if im ever relaxed i just dont look for stuff to do #catch 22 of modern work culture which permeates even ostensibly noncapitalist structures like public libraries #for instance: will it really kill anybody if the books get shelved by me now after a very busy day?#or shelved tomorrow morning by. well probably me since i'll be the one at the desk #not in the slightest #but it was work that wasnt being immediately done by me. therefore it was incorrect behavior #that i failed to identify because my instinct is to relax when not immediately presented with a Situation #this got me labeled as 'having no initiative' by my dad from a very early age #and even as an adult i still feel like im a child with no initiative

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noodles-and-tea · 1 month

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Back at it with my enchanted merthur shenanigans

#when Merlin goes to work #(I am undecided on what he does but I think he does have a job (probably a librarian I’d that’s not TOO cliche…))#he sets Arthur up with a bunch of history books and documentaries to try get him up to date (as much as he can)#and in the evenings they watch all Merlin’s favourite tv shows and movies #I can’t pick what kinds of movies Merlin and Arthur like #I get the feeling they both like pride and prejudice but I’m also biased #I think Arthur would like murder mysteries #ALSO If anyone’s got any fics where Merlin introduces Arthur to modern society please please PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME #my art #bbc merlin #merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur

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axelsagewrites · 10 months

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Robb Stark*Yearbook

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x reader

Summary: after years of secret pinning the reader is confronted with the end of high school and her crush

Word count: 2794

not requested but i got this idea at 2am last night and ran with it. been a while since i did something fluffier so enjoy

Warnings: none

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As you walked down the corridor, you seriously considered sprinted as fast as your legs could carry you to the car park and escaping this place. As you were in deep thought about your getaway plan you felt two strong hands clamp down on your shoulders. “Jesus Christ Robb!” you yelled, smacking his shoulder as he moved to stand beside you, “You scared me,”

Robb cackled as he moved next to you, holding onto your shoulder to keep himself steady, “That was amazing,” he laughed, his head nuzzling your shoulder as he tried to compose himself, “You should’ve seen your face,”

“This is why I hate you,” you said with all the fake malice you could muster.

“Please you love me,” he grinned as he finally stood up. He was right, he just didn’t know it. you had been best friends since you started high school together and now it was senior year, and he still didn’t know about your freshman crush.

One time you tried to tell him. Junior year you sucked up all your courage and walked up to him, determined to ask him to prom, only to walk over to find Talisa wrapped around his arm. They’re smiles were sickening when they told you they were going to prom together. You tried to look happy, telling them they were cute together despite it cutting you up inside. You eventually ended up having to go with Jon.

Talisa and Robb actually ended up dating for a few months and as much as you wanted to hate her, she was one of the sweetest people you’d met. It was hard to get used to her being around, but you did it for Robb. At points you even tried to distance yourself to try get over him, but he always tracked you down after a week of ignoring him. The hardest part was trying to make him feel better when they broke up but even till now Robb had never told you why they did.

Jon was also the first person you talked about your crush and was the one that pushed you to ask him out. You still hadn’t forgiven him for that one. “Get a room you too,” Jon said rolling his eyes as he walked over to you and Robb.

Robb ignored his brother and you three continued to class as usual. It was the last month of senior year and Jon had gone from occasional jokes about you two to making them daily, if not hourly. He also kept texting you to just tell Robb already, but you insisted the crush was gone. Lying was easier than ruining your friendship. However, Jon wasn’t the only one.

“What’s up love bird?” your best friend Margaery asked as you took your seats in English as you waited for Mrs Lannister to come. “Oh, and Jon,” she grinned even as Jon shoved her head and took his seat behind her.

You sat next to Margaery, rolling your eyes as you took out your stuff, and Robb took his usual seat behind you. “It is getting old,” you said as you pulled out the ungodly amount of homework due in for today.

“What’s getting old- “Margaery said as she swiped your homework and began to copy down some of your answers. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue as you’d copied her math homework last week. “is this whole charade. When is the wedding, Robbie?” Margaery asked as she turned her head to stare down Robb.

“Aren’t you dating a junior? When is the court date Margey?” Robb shot back with a grin.

“Down girls you’re both pretty,” you said, snatching back your homework when Mrs Lannister walked in and began to shush everyone.

The class, as always, was torture as she went on and on about the same old play no one actually bothered to read. Sometimes you wondered if she’d ever read it. you were stifling back a yawn when a balled-up bit of paper hit your head. You turned to glare at Jon who twiddled his thumbs in fake innocence before snatching it off the ground before you got caught. Waiting until Mrs Lannister was pulling something up on the computer, you uncrunched the note.

Ask him out. He’s been staring all class at you

You rolled your eyes before shoving the paper into your hoodie pocket. This was apparently not good enough for Jon who kept tossing balled up bits of paper at your head every time Mrs Lannister looked away. When the end bell finally rung you whipped round in your seat, “One day I’m going to kill you,” you said, and Jon only smiled while Robb looked confused out his mind.

“Not very nice,” Jon said as you all quickly grabbed your stuff to head to your next classes.

Robb slung his arm over your shoulder, and you felt your heart jump, “Please don’t kill my brother love,” he said as he walked you out of class, “Also my mom text to ask if you’re coming over Saturday?”

“What’s Saturday?” Margaery asked as she tried to keep up with you both in the busy halls.

“It’s my dad’s birthday so she’s having a family barbeque, but she loves (Y/N) so she always tries to drag her along,” Jon piped up from the back.

Ned was practically another dad to you so of course you already planned on going, “Hell yeah im going. Can’t miss out on your Ned’s grill skills,”

“Alright I’ll text her,” Robb said as you approached your next class, “See you at lunch. Have fun in maths,”

“Ugh I won’t,” you groaned as you lined up outside Mr Tarly’s class with Margery, Jon continuing down the corridor to his own class. “Enjoy French,”

“Ci,” Robb grinned before turning back and practically running up the corridor before the late bell rang.

Margery squealed as she gripped your shoulders, “Dude he’s so in love with you,”

“No, he’s not,” you tried to laugh as she gripped your arms like a viper.

“He legit walked you here when his class is on the other side of the building,” She said rolling her eyes, “When are you two just gonna date?”

“When are you gonna date someone our age?” you smirked.

Margery rolled her eyes again and you wondered if they ever got tired, “Please at least I have a boyfriend,”

Sometimes you wondered if your whole friend group was out to set you up with Robb. They constantly called you both the parents of the group and whenever you argued said they were children of divorce. Not to mention all the get a room comments and jokes. According to Margery you were practically already dating but at least if that was true, you’d get to kiss those soft perfect looking lips.

Lunch couldn’t come soon enough, and you were thankful that Mr Tarly let you leave class a few minutes early since you got to secure your favourite table. Instinctively you put your bag on the chair next to you for Robb, something Margery was keen to point out with a smirk. Soon the table filled up with Jon, Theon, Tommen, Gilly, and Sam. “Dude no offence your dad sucks,” you said as Sam and Gilly came over with their lunch trays.

Sam just laughed as he took his seat by Jon, his girlfriend since junior year on his other side. “You act like I like maths anymore than you do. Where’s your husband?” he asked when he saw Robbs empty seat.

“He’s probably asking about extra credit,” you said as you pushed around the food on your own tray, wondering how they called this food.

“Speaking of boyfriends,” Margery said lowly with a smirk.

“Hey guys,” Robb smiled as he pulled out his chair to sit down, sitting your bag beside you, “What’s happening?”

Thankfully the subject was dropped, and you thought maybe the rest of the day might get easier. Then the announcements started. “Okay Dragonflies!” Daenerys voice came over the loudspeaker, making Margery instantly shush the group. You gave her a confused look but didn’t dare argue. “So, the votes are in and im happy to announce the yearbook awards for all my fellow seniors. The full list will be available on the school blog but here’s the five most voted for categories and their results. Starting with my favourite most likely to be famous goes to my bestie Margaery Tyrell!”

You weren’t shocked that she had won even though you had been off with the flu the week the voting slips got passed out however you’d made sure to nominate her as an option the week before. “Woo go Marg,” you said, high fiving her over the table as she held a hand to her chest in fake shock.

“I’m just so honoured,” Margery laughed as she faked cried to Tommen.

“Next up best dressed goes to none other than Missandei Naathi. Okay now this next one was a tight race but best teacher, winning by only three votes, Coach Tarth,” Mrs Tarth blushed from where she stood at the head of the cafeteria, trying to stop the freshman’s pushing each other. “Now best hair obviously had to go to Jon Snow!”

You couldn’t help but cackle as your group celebrated a bashful Jons win. “Look at these glorious locks,” Theon said, grabbing Jons head in a headlock.

“I demand a recount!” Robb half yelled across the room earning a sharp look from Mrs Tarth who tried to hide her grin after.

Margery gave you a look you couldn’t quite place as you laughed at Robb’s antics as he flaunted his curls. “Okay and last for now but certainly not least. The most tense of all the votes. Cutest couple,” You saw Gilly whisper something to Sam and honestly you really hoped they won however you soon realised why Margery was looking so intently at you. “Give it up for (Y/N) and Robb everyone!”

Your smile dropped for a moment, your jaw slackening as you looked at Robb horrified. His face was scrunched with confusion before he gave you an awkward smile that you tried to return. “No way congrats guys,” Gilly gushed and all you could do was stutter for words.

“Yous finally got together? That’s so cool,” Tommen piped up from the end of the table, “Babe why didn’t you tell me?” he half whispered to Margaery.

“Uh guys we’re not like,” you tried to rush out before Robb could speak, “like she’s got it wrong idk what happened,”

“This is like a sign- “Margery said, her eyes lighting up as she reached across the table.

Your eyes just flickered down to the table, trying to think of anyway to move on. “Lets just leave it Marg,” Jon said, seemingly getting the hint from how bright red you had got and Robbs flustered face.

“I know but like- “

“Gonna just drop it,” you snapped which only made everyone look at you, “Its just some dumb list. I’ll go talk to Danny the now,” you didn’t waste any time to grab your stuff and stand up. Robb tried to grab your arm to stop you but instead you just walked even faster, desperately trying to get out of there.

Instead of going to Danny though you made a beeline for the bleachers, hoping there were no stoners hanging out under there who could see you cry. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much. Being voted as best couple with your crush should be the best thing but it just made you feel so stupid. Robb wasn’t even a boyfriend, just a friend, a friend who was gonna go to college and make new friends and get a girlfriend and forget about you. it made it worse since he was also the friend you hung out with every day, got coffee with after school, went to the movies with on Saturdays and always knew just how to cheer you up.

When you got to the slightly dingy looking under bit of the bleachers you sat on top of your jacket, back leaning against the chain linked fence and closed your eyes tight to stop tears from falling. Why hadn’t these feelings just gone away already? Why did you have to love him?

When you heard footsteps crunching against the dirt you reluctantly opened your eyes but soon shut them. “Hey,” you said, your voice strained as you heard Robb move to sit next to you.

“I’m sorry,”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, finally opening your eyes again, and pulling your knees to your chest, “I don’t even know why it bugged me so much,” you lied, “It just annoyed me that Marg would nominate us. Like think about poor Sam and Gilly,” you tried to make yourself sound plausible, but you knew you were doing a lousy job.

Robb sighed, closing his own eyes as he thought, “She wasn’t the one who did it,” he confessed and you just looked at him confused, “I was the one who put our names in,”

Your face scrunched in confusion, shuffling slightly to face your long-time crush who suddenly sat like a bashful schoolboy, “But why? Did you think this was funny?” you said, anger rising in your chest.

“No it wasn’t a joke-I-“ Robb said, his hands flailing before he paused to take a deep breath, “Look I nominated us because I was gonna ask you out and then the next week you were sick and the votes came out so I thought I had more time but then when I went to ask you I panicked and I kept trying to find a way to do it but nothing felt right and now im just an idiot who made you upset,” his head flung back against the fence, his hands running over his face as he groaned, “And now I’ve just fucked it all up,”

“You were gonna ask me out?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “You like me?”

Robb uncovered his face as he turned to look at you, expecting to see disgust or anger but instead he saw a light smile etched on your lips, “For a long time,” he said softly, “And I just thought it would be a good note to end school on. I didn’t mean to upset you,”

“You haven’t,” you said, pausing for a moment before finally confessing, “I like you too, ever since freshman year,” it was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” you said back and for a moment you both sat in silence, looking at each other, “So does this mean you’re my boyfriend?” you finally asked.

Robb chuckled lightly as he took your hand into his, “If you don’t mind,” he said smiling down at you.

You smiled back, “Not at all,” you said staring up into his eyes when you noticed his eyes glance down at your lips. You moved slightly closer, your hand moving to rest on his shoulder. Robbs head dipped down slowly, his lips hovering over yours. closing your eyes, you closed the gap, his lips colliding into yours as your hand moved to the back of neck. Robb wasted no time in moving his hand to your waist, holding it tight as the at first soft kiss sped up and all the pent-up waiting turned to hunger.

A shrill whistle pulled you apart as you both turned out of breath to see coach Tarth standing angrily at the end of the bleachers, a crowd of oooing freshman behind her. “Get out from there right now!” she said as you and Robb scrambled to get out from the bleachers, “Just cause yous won the vote doesn’t mean you can be setting this example,”

“Sorry coach,”

“Won’t happen again,”

Coach Tarth narrowed her eyes at you both for a moment before stepping in closer, “Right well take this somewhere else before I have to give you two detention,”

You both nodded, avoiding the eyes of the excitable freshman which you only just noticed Robbs little brother Rickon who was high fiving a friend when he saw who it was under the bleachers. As you both rushed off you felt Robbs hand slip into yours. you looked up at him with a smile as he dragged you back inside the school. “See if we’re already late to class…” you said, your voice trailing off as you looked up at Robb.

“Wanna ditch and drive around?” Robb said, already pulling his car keys out his pocket. “Let’s go love, before Clegane catches us on hall duty,” safe to say you really were the best couple.

Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy @valeskafics

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toxooz · 4 months

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also been thinking abt pooki with his cunty scarf💅

if my next drawing post isnt the comic update take me out back and shoot me like a sick dog

#ghost #this was a wip too and its mainly to keep that damn twitter algorithm from throwing me into the abyss if im not on every fukkin day #i got sonethin imma post on patreon bc christ sake ppl are paying me but otherwise no more fukkin around #my first time seeing him wit the scarf a 'slay queen' slipped out despite me never really fukkin saying shit like that AHA #ghost with the crustiest bloodshot eyes from getting 3 hrs of sleep bawling his eyes out in the shower and smoking 5 blunts #bc girl thats how it is #my art #fanart #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #mw3 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #put em all in there fuggit

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julessworldd · 10 months

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Just thinking of how much Jaime Lannister would be an amazing sugar daddy. He’s so lana coded so naturally he is daddy ✨ @valeskafics made a fic about a modern Jaime.. but I’m gonna do my ideas

If Jaime really liked you, he would turn the arrangement into a relationship. You’re mostly younger than him 21. Jaime was in his 40s when GOT ended.

Jaime buys you jewelry, shoes, clothes, a book if it reminds him of you. Your special interest he would buy supplies for it. He likes you to be happy and content

Bel made Jaime a CEO, honestly he would be a ceo/businessman in my Au too. Have you seen the man in suits 😫

He likes you baby pink lingerie sets, white, purples, even light blues. Jaime admires them and tells you look gorgeous. There’s been a couple times he’s ripped them off of you “I’ll buy you more” His famous Lannister smirk shined after that comment

Jaime would call you: Baby, kitten(cringy I know but he is daddy so), my love, gorgeous, honey and sometimes babe

Trips to Greece, Italy, Spain, Bahamas, literally anywhere you want to go. He’ll take you, if he can’t make it he’ll make sure your friends go.

Now I’m sad that Jaime don’t exist and won’t be my sugar daddy 😫😫

Tags: @angelwonie @valeskafics @chompchompluke

#jaime lannister #jaime lannister x reader #modern got #jaime lannister imagine #Jaime Lannister fic

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stark-boys-simp · 1 year

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common tongue: part 1 (theon’s pov)

a game of thrones and house of the dragon modern au x reader

a/n: hi!! a lot of you might know me as @angstycatthatlikestea from @valeskafics ‘s blog, i finally decided to start writing again! i don’t have any specific ideas in mind yet for this, but if anyone has any suggestions/ideas i’d love to hear them. i really hope you guys like this!!

in king’s landing, there wasn’t a lot you could be sure of.

would the city actually fill in the potholes that flea bottom was fucking littered in?

would the pavement outside of king’s landing college ever be repaired?

viserys targaryen was mayor now, still after forty or so years. people in flea bottom hated him. he was nice, he was politically correct (which wasn’t a bad thing to be) but he was so… passive. the city council leader, and also, coincidentally, his father in law, otto hightower, and the treasurer, tywin lannister, whom everyone agreed were bitches, even their children. jon arryn, the chief of police, seemed to be the only voice of reason in the entire pack of them, which is, of course, probably why he was found murdered in his home on november twenty-sixth at 3:57 by his neurotic wife, lisa, and their spoiled son, robin. robert baratheon, the deputy chief, was outraged and grieved at the death of his old friend, and called in his old army buddy, who was now serving as a private detective up at winterfell.

theon greyjoy was their foster kid, the starks. he’d been with them for over five years. he thought they were his legal guardians now? there had been some paperwork he remembered. but whatever. he was still a greyjoy. and the starks had made him move back here, in his senior fucking year, which was just stupid. who gave a fuck about some old guy dying, anyways?

ned and catelyn were arguing up in the front seat. “i cannot believe you bought a house here without consulting me!” she was saying angrily. “we could have rented somewhere nicer! but no, you had to pick something in flea bottom, of all the places-.”

ned glared stoically out of the windshield. “i thought you would have appreciated me taking care of things without spending too much money, you’re always saying things are tight-.”

“well they weren’t this tight, i could try to get a higher paying job if you were so worried about money-.”

ned sighed and looked at her before turning his eyes back on the road. “i’m sorry, cat,” he began. “i was trying to do the right thing. and it’s in a nicer area of flea bottom. a bigger house, with enough room for all of us.” he smiled at her, trying to get her to smile back at him. she continued glaring out the window. “an attic big enough for robb, jon, and theon to share. two bathrooms. a big kitchen and living room.”

catelyn’s mouth twitched slightly. “an open floor plan?”

“of course. i know how much you like them. and if you want it more open, i’ll give rickon a sledgehammer and point to a wall.”

rickon scowled in the backseat. “it was one time and i was five.”

“i’m still impressed you managed to lift a sledgehammer,” sansa muttered. rickon flipped her off from below where cat could see.

the car stopped suddenly in front of a run-down, mildly lopsided house at the end of a long, twisted street. ned looked at catelyn apprehensively. theon personally thought it looked pretty great for flea bottom, but catelyn’s eye had started twitching ever so slightly. “hm.” her mouth tightened. “how long before the moving van gets here?”

“it should just be a few hours.” ned looked back at the rest of them. “right, starks, start unloading. robb, jon, theon, you three get the attic, bran and rickon, you get the downstairs bedroom, sansa and arya, you get the upstairs bedroom.”

arya immediately opened the door and hopped out, slinging her hockey bag over her shoulder. sansa groaned and began shoving her things in her bag as well. jon pushed the back door open and hopped out of the trunk. theon decided to join him, but immediately fell flat on his ass. the sound of soft laughter filled the air, girls’ laughter. a pair of red converse walked over to him, and a hand reached down to help him up. he looked up at the person the red converse were attached to, blinking in the grey sunlight. the girl smiled down at him.

“i’m sorry, that was mean. i’m y/n. we’re neighbors.”

he took her hand and let her pull him up, trying to put on a cool, suave, face. “i guess i must’ve just fallen for you.”

she pursed her lips, still smiling. “cheesy.”

“did it work?”

she laughed. “not in the slightest. my friend is having better luck with your sister.” she gestured towards a pretty, tall, brunette girl leaning on the side of the van and talking to sansa, who, sure enough, was blushing a color almost as red as her hair.

“not my sister.” theon looked back over at y/n. “i’m a foster kid.”

she nodded. “oh, nice. what’s your name?”

“theon. greyjoy.”

robb, who had jumped out the back as well, finally stopped staring at her and reached out to shake her hand. “i’m robb stark. the red haired girl is sansa, the one with the hockey bag is arya, then there’s bran with the glasses, rickon, and jon snow, our cousin.”

she smiled back at him and shook his hand. “nice to meet you all. i live over at that house, just there.” she pointed to a slightly shabby, but cozy yellow house, with plants in the front. theon thought they might’ve been herbs of some kind. “feel free to drop by anytime.”

she turned back to the brunette girl, who seemed to have successfully gotten sansa’s number. “margaery, we should get back.”

margaery, whatever that name was, waved to sansa and started walking back towards y/n, linking their arms together.

ned cursed loudly and suddenly. “what do you mean it won’t be here for another day?” he said into the phone. “is there any way it can be hurried up?”

catelyn looked at him apprehensively. all the kids were quiet.

ned scowled and hung up the phone. “bad news. the moving van won’t be here until-,” he checked his phone. “tuesday.”

a loud chorus of complaints began. y/n and margaery were still standing there, and theon felt almost embarrassed for the two of them. he could tell that robb was fidgeting too. y/n and margaery exchanged glances. margaery seemed to be warning her not to do something, but y/n shook her head and went to tap ned on the shoulder. “excuse me, sir?” she asked.

ned looked over at her, trying to cover up his scowl. “can i help you?” he asked politely.

she shook her head. “we’re neighbors, actually, i’m y/n oakheart and i live just over there. i overheard what happened and i wanted to offer our washer and dryer for you guys to use, if you want. our laundry day was yesterday, so it’s no trouble.”

catelyn froze and started to say, “i wouldn’t want to impose-.”

y/n shook her head. “don’t worry, ma’am, i wouldn’t offer if it was too much trouble. we look out for each other here.” she motioned towards the garden in front of her house. “i grow fresh vegetables and fruit, too, if they ever get too expensive in stores. you can all totally come by for dinner if you want, the pizza guys around here usually spend more time getting high than actually delivering pizza.”

catelyn opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, as though trying to say something. “i-is your mother okay with this?”

y/n nodded. “mhm! she’s always okay with us helping out the neighbors. if it makes you feel better, we do this for everyone who moves in.”

margaery nodded. “i can confirm. my house also has some extra sleeping bags if you need them,” she added. “like y/n said, we look out for each other.”

catelyn nodded, seemingly speechless. “i- thank you.”

y/n smiled happily. “cool! bring your laundry by when you’re ready, we’re in the yellow house. margaery lives in the blue house next door.” she turned around, taking margaery with her.

theon watched her go, his mouth slightly open. he couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked, until arya hit him in the back of the head with his own bag.

“get your shit together, motherfucker, or i’m taking your room,” she muttered to him.

he scowled at her and punched her arm lightly, trying not to let catelyn see. “get your own shit together, you little shit.”

jon intervened. “both of you get your own shit together or i’ll tell ned you were the one who accidentally shared that porn on the family tv.”

theon frowned. “but i was the one who-.”

“who what?” sansa asked suspiciously.

“nothing.”

#game of thrones x reader #got x reader #hotd x reader #modern got #modern hotd #house of the dragon x reader

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