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The Long Way Back: Chapter 1 - No Signal

A/n: First part of an OC-ish story! Jacaerys Velaryon and you were best friends, thick as thieves. But when you presented as an omega and he as an alpha, things changed. Especially when you realized you loved him, much more and deeper than a best friend ever should, or would. As you tried to close the gap, bridge the distance, he pulled away harder, faster. ~22.8k words

Warnings: angst, slow burn, comfort (at some point), best friends to enemies/strangers, enemies/strangers to lovers, A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Jacaerys Velaryon is an alpha), male reader is a singer, Jacaerys Velaryon is football star, mentions of death and suicidal ideation, internalized homophobia, homophobic people, violence, non-graphic sexual intimacy (MDNI, while it’s not explicit in detail, it’s still a bit heavy handed and physical), I do not know jack shit about American football and did minimal, and I mean like the most I did was probably google a few NFL terms, research. Kinda self indulgent and gratuitous.

Jacaerys Velaryon. You could talk at length for hours about him. His hobbies, his interests, the things that made him laugh, the things that didn’t, etc.. The two of you grew up together. As close as sharing a crib as both your parents were best friends. You defined your relationship to him as ‘best friends’, it fit, but it didn’t feel quite right, something deeper tugged at your being. The two of you were locked in, thick as thieves, like you were each glued to the other’s side, so you tried to ignore it. Always together, whether it was sleepovers, or play dates. But it came to an end, as all good things do. The moment you had your first heat, and Jacaerys his first rut, your relationship changed. You subconsciously saw it as a sign the two of you were meant to be. He was an alpha, you an omega, you couldn’t have scripted it better. You were even clingier, freely scenting him whenever you got a chance, all unknowingly. You didn’t want to muddy the waters, but they were already opaque. You genuinely never noticed how he never reciprocated, or the way he tried to wipe your scent off. 

He wanted to date around, see this omega today, that omega tomorrow, you didn’t fit into that plan, especially since you acted as though he was your mate. Jacaerys grew to resent the forced closeness and proximity. Your scent started to nauseate and upset him. It always had a way of clinging to him. It staked your claim and he blamed you for it. Jacaerys was so sure, absolutely convinced, you knew what you were doing, even if you pretended to be oblivious. You tried to accept that he was pulling away, live with it, as he put more and more distance between the two of you. Sometimes your feelings got the better of you, making you try to cling tighter, until you couldn’t. You told yourself you needed to get a grip. Tried to convince yourself it was better to be in his life as a friend, than not at all. Even if the thought of him courting another omega made your skin crawl, even if it felt like you were being torn apart. You silently hoped and prayed that it was just a bump in the road, not an offramp. You unconvincingly told yourself it was just a phase. Alpha hormones getting to him and all, even if his coldness seemed directed to you alone. To you, it seemed like the world conspired against you, pulling the two of you in different directions. Jacaerys as an alpha easily joined the football team and made his way to quarterback in record time. You as an omega couldn’t make the cut for football, or any sport. You tried your best and even bested some alphas in tryouts but that didn’t help you. The alpha coaches all told you, you wouldn’t be considered regardless. They instead redirected you towards something creative. You instead ended up in choir. 

Your phone buzzed, you grabbed it and your face lit up, a smile tugging at your lips when you read the name. Jacaerys sent you a text. 

Jacaerys: Last football game of the season is tomorrow. It’s at school at 7pm, if you want to go. 8:46pm

It seemed like the powers that be were answering one of your prayers with this text falling into your lap. You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you spoke, let alone the last time he invited you to anything. You immediately responded, accepting.

You: I’ll be there! ☺️ 8:47pm

You waited, you saw the grey bubble pop up, the three little dots moving up and down in a wave. They disappeared before reappearing, the suspense was mounting as you wondered what he’d say, how’d he respond. You locked your phone putting it face down. The moment your hand let it go, it buzzed. In an instant it was back in your grasp as you unlocked your phone. A smile tugged at your lips, you felt your heart beat in your ear as you tapped the notification. 

Jace: 👍🏻 8:59pm

Read: 8:59pm

Your face fell, as you saw he simply reacted with a thumbs up to your message. “Does he actually not want me there?” The thought briefly crossed your mind. If his response was anything to go off, it was just an emoji. A thumbs up, nothing more, nothing less. Your gut was telling you he didn’t want you there. That you should just cancel tomorrow, or just not say anything and not go. But your heart, was saying otherwise, working overtime to convince you. You told yourself the thumbs up was a positive, if short, response…and he invited you himself. Surely if he didn’t want you there he could’ve had his parents shoot your dad a text about it instead? Or not even invite you in the first place. You tried to shake off the icky feeling in your stomach, but it nestled in deeply. 

The match was a home game, the school football team had the advantage. The stakes were high, higher than they’d ever been for the players. This was this chance to stand out, and set their future trajectories up. Recruiters and scouts filled the bleachers looking for promising athletes they could offer full-ride scholarships to, in exchange for playing on their team. Jacaerys knew he had this game in his hand. He could feel it. He didn’t know whether to call it intuition, but he knew he’d win. He’d have his pick of schools, and he was set on going to one as far from this place as possible. He was going to get away from here, away from you, and he was never going to look back. 

You sat in the bleachers, alone, elbows digging into your thighs, your head resting in your palms. None of the games you’d ever been to had held your attention for long. The match was intense, as soon as the school team scored taking the lead, the opposing team stole it back. Neither side gave the other a chance, the pressure was constant. You kept your eyes trained on Jacaerys, the way he seemed determined, the way his muscles moved in his uniform. Before you realized it the score was tied once more. This time though, the game had a few seconds left on the clock. Jacaerys and his team huddled around the coach as they came up with a risky play that could pay off wonderfully, adding another win under their belt, or cost them the game. They broke up their huddle, falling into formation. You watched Jacaerys lips move, the tendons in his neck pulling taunt as he shouted. Both teams rushed each other as the football flew through the air. 

Each person on each team locked and butted heads with another, they were distracted. Jacaerys managed to maneuver past the player checking him. He ran and jumped as high as he could muster, catching the ball. As soon the ball was in his hand and his feet touched the ground, he took off like a bullet. Dashing towards the end zone. He didn’t bother looking back, he could feel their footsteps behind him. They were on his tail, just as desperate to bring the game to a tie and head into overtime. The clock counted down, three seconds left, Jacaerys continued his footwork, two seconds left, the opposing team drew closer, one second left, he put the last of his energy into his legs. As the buzzer sounded, his foot touched the goal zone. With a fluid motion he slammed the football into the ground. The game had been won, decisively in favor of your school, of Jacaerys’ team. 

You jumped out of your seat cheering, joining the symphony of cheers. Your legs moved on their own, taking you on to the field. You’d always celebrated with Jacaerys, you didn’t think this time would be different. As you approached, Jacaerys lock eyes with you. His arms out stretched, like he was expecting a hug. Your heart skipped a beat, this was like a scene out of those romance movies. One you’d groan at, but secretly loved. You ran into his arms, wrapping your own around his torso. With your ear against just chest you could hear and feel the thumb of his heartbeat. Everything felt just right, he wanted you here, he wanted this closeness. Maybe he felt the same way you did, but didn’t know how to be honest. Your omega banked on it without a second thought, without thinking you leaned up, placing a kiss on his lips. The crowd quieted, murmurs rushed through them as all eyes fell on you and Jacaerys. He tempered his reaction, measuring his strength as he shoved you away. Enough force to cause you to stumble a few steps back without knocking you over. “(Y/n) what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spat, his hand dragging down his face aggressively. “I just-“ you laughed nervously, “I thought you wanted-“”What I wanted was my girlfriend to run into my arms not you.” He spat, wiping what little of you was on his lips, like it was garbage. Like it was the most foul thing he’d ever tasted. You knew you had made a huge mistake, probably the biggest of your life, letting your emotions get the best of you. 

“Girlfriend?” You thought to yourself, surely you misheard. You both had a majority of the same classes, you’d never seen anyone waiting for him. You were sure he would’ve told you…at least he would’ve before. You stammered trying to string together a coherent thought. But the shock of learning he has a girlfriend, and the enormous amount of eyes on you weren’t helping. The people around you  jeered and a disparaging laughter erupted around you. “Oh my god-“ you mumble. “I am so so sorry, I don’t know why I did that-“”What’s wrong with you?! Did you really think an alpha like me, would ever feel the same way for an omega like you?” Jacaerys angrily remarked. He was hitting you exactly where it hurts. The crowed gasped, pockets of snickering heard throughout, but none of it stopped his tirade. “Ignoring all the ways I’ve been rejecting you. I tried to spare your feelings, but I shouldn’t have.” He wrathfully added. “Babe it was an honest mistake.” A girls voice cut through the noise. Her presence seemed to calm him, or at least turn his attention from you. She approached from behind you, her hips swaying as if she were taking a victory lap. Jacaerys wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. His hand seemed comfortable on her hip, his fingers lightly digging in to her skin. It looked like it belong there, the action too familiar, too fluid in motion. “You guys were so close until high school. Maybe he misunderstood your friendship for something more?” She spoke genuinely trying to defend you, but it sounded like mockery. 

You gritted your teeth, and clenched your jaw, your fists balling up into fists by your side. “No it’s nothing like that- I just-“ You huffed, “Jace you know me.” You begged, your voice raw. Everyone stared at you, watching like you were a sideshow attraction. “Jacaerys, to you. We are not friends, not anymore, or anything else, for you to call me Jace.” He fumed. His shining moment had been taken from him. Stained by your hands, your wretched lips. His career making touchdown, his scholarship securing achievement, all tainted by you, it seared him within. He was sure none of the recruiters would want to speak to him after this. “I don’t know you, (Y/n). You’re just a fucking fly.” He angrily spoke, walking towards you. “Buzzing around so blissfully unaware of your surroundings, of what people really think of you.” He muttered, his finger jabbing into your chest punctuating his words. “Get out of my sight.” Jacaerys spoke harshly. You swallowed hard, your eyes filling with tears. You blinked rapidly, trying to keep them at bay, before finally meeting his hateful gaze. “I was so stupid…I should’ve realized sooner.” You bitterly mused, you almost though his eyes softened when they met yours, as though your tears were causing some pause or hesitation. But the thought disappeared almost instantly. Clearly, Jacaerys reserved that kind of care for anyone but you. 

“Okay…I will. Jacaerys I just- I’m sorry, I don’t-“”I don’t give a shit about your apology!” He shouted over you. “Or whatever it is you have to say! You’ve done enough!” He wrathfully spoke, his breathing getting faster. “JUST LEAVE!” He yelled at you. His shoulders heaved from his heavy breathing. His teammates laughed at you, causing the rest of the crowd to join them. You sniffled before nodding slowly and turning to leave, his friend group hurling even more insults as you left. You could hear some of them saying things like ‘finally’, ‘about time you put him in his place’, ‘maybe he’ll finally leave you alone’. You bitterly laughed to yourself. It seemed like everyone knew how much he hated you, how much he couldn’t stand you.

Everyone but you.

Your trek home, felt like a walk of shame. You briskly walked, arms wrapped around yourself, taking shuddering breathes to center yourself. Your dad dropped you off and said to call him to pick you up, but you couldn’t exactly bring yourself to speak right now. Your sobs threatened to overpower you, and hearing your dad’s voice would make you cry harder. Your hand shoots up to your mouth every now and then as you stifle a sob. Jacaerys’ words replayed in your mind. You had been exceedingly delusional. You clung to a dyin- dead friendship because you couldn’t let him go. Because you loved him. You put up with his treatment of you, because it always seemed like things would get better whenever he did finally speak to you. And it reached a fever pitch tonight, he wouldn’t or couldn’t put up with you anymore.

You bitterly laughed thinking of all the times you hoped he’d confess one day. That he’d finally see you as more than a friend. You didn’t lose him either, he willingly, purposely, distanced himself. You were never in the running to be his, and that realization stings even more. How dumb did you seem trying to compete in a competition you were never even considered to be running in. You didn’t even realize how little you meant to him, how little weight you held in his life. When the haze briefly cleared, you looked up realizing you’ve made it home. Your hand lazily fumbles with the key, getting it in and turning the knob. “Hey bud, I thought I was gonna get you?” Your dad projected cheerily. “I’m glad you made it home safe though! How was the game?” Your dad asked from the kitchen. “It was good.” You squeezed your eye shut the moment your voice cracked. You heard his movements in the kitchen stop. He leaned back out of the kitchen to look at you. The moment he saw your red eyes, he stopped what he was doing. Running from the kitchen, and looking you over, his eyes darting all over your face. God you can feel the pity pouring out of them. The way they soften and his eyebrows knit together as he takes in your tear streaked visage. “What happened little man?” He asked, hugging you. “Nothing. It- I just-“ You choked, the words felt like acid on your tongue. 

It was like swallowing hot coals only to throw them up again. “I thought I meant more to someone….but I—they actually hate me.” You sniffled, choking on a sob. “So many people were around us. They were all laughing at me for being so blind I guess.” You bitterly laughed. It was hollow, it horrified your father. It shook him to no end, you were so bright and happy when he dropped you off. “So uhm-“ You take a shaky breath. You had to downplay the situation to your dad. You knew how’d he get, you wanted to protect his friendship to Jacaerys’ parents, but more than that even now all you can think of is protecting Jacaerys Velaryon. The first, and now maybe only, alpha you’ve fallen for. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” You softly sniffled. “What can I do to help?” He asked, hugging you tightly, as though he’d be able to piece you back together. It broke the flood gates, your sobs and wail shooting out, no longer contained. “I don’t wanna go back to that school. I wanna leave this shitty town.” You cried into his chest. “Whatever you want buddy. I’ll make sure it gets done.” He whispered. Your dad’s fingers worked quickly to remove your scent patches. He scented you generously hoping it would calm you down but alas. There was no relieving you of the pain from your first heartbreak. Your dad helped you up the stairs and into your nest. He dropped your favorite blanket over you, hoping it would soothe you. You tossed and turned all night, before crying yourself to sleep.

The next morning you were still in bed, refusing to get up. Your dad tried, he’s an omega like you, but none of the tricks he knew were working. No amount of coaxing, or promises of sweet treats, or breakfast in bed were enough to rouse you. Your dad, reluctantly gave in. If he couldn’t get you out of bed now, he’d do it later. He called you out sick from school before getting in his car and heading over to get you the online classes you wanted. As soon as you heard the front door shut, you took a deep breath, before rolling over and looking at your phone. You had no new messages. Your heart broke a little more, you had harbored some meager hope that perhaps Jacaerys would text you to apologize. Or maybe an explanation, just something to acknowledge you and what happened. But nothing. You did have tons of tags from the wide range of apps though. When you clicked on the top one your mouth dropped open. You were shocked, flabbergasted, eyes widening, as a video played. Someone had recorded Jacaerys demolishing you. A video of that moment, one of the worst moments of your life, was playing on loop. And it was posted by none other than Jacaerys Velaryon. 

“Just in case anyone missed it. Clearing the air here and now, I am very dedicated to and in love with my beautiful girlfriend, and I didn’t ask for or want what happened to me. It was fuck (Y/n) (L/n) yesterday, it’s fuck (Y/n) (L/n) today, and it’ll be fuck @(Y/n)(L/n) forever.” 

The caption read, driving the knife further into your chest and twisting. He didn’t need to text you, ever again really, this was his last message and it was crystal clear. This was all your friendship ever amounted to, to him. You could blame no one but yourself for being deluded enough to think you could ever be his mate. Clearly you were undeserving, he said it himself. An alpha like him could never want an omega like you. There had to be something broken, something ugly and undeserving inside you, that you couldn’t see, but others easily could. What other reason could there be? You started to cry again. It seemed like no matter how far you had fallen, he would not rest until he had ground you into dust beneath the heel of his shoe. With a heavy heart, heavier than you’d ever had before, you blocked him. Then his friends, then anyone and everyone, if you could reach Jacaerys’ profile in less than three degrees of separation, they got blocked. You did that on every app you had, and any that could come to mind. With each block, you felt like you were locking something away. Each swipe of your finger and confirmation felt like you were closing something up. With each new name in your blocked list, your heart turned colder and colder. The fact that this is what you’d been reduced to solidified the idea that you weren’t deserving of the very thing you had been chasing, wanting. But you’d make sure of one thing: no man, no alpha, would ever make you feel this way again. 

Your father drove with purpose, ignoring the ping coming from his phone as he approached the school. When he pulled into a spot and parked he check his phone. 

“Have you seen this? How is (Y/n) holding up?”  10:36am

Your father’s brow furrowed as he read the text. It was a link from one of his friends, he shared a post from Jacaerys Velaryon. Your father hesitated, before listening to his intuition and  finally clicking on the link. He watched with disbelief as your former best friend berated you and hurled insult after insult at you. Every word seemed to burn into his memory, every disparaging insult, all of it. His anger was palpable, his grip nearly crushing his own phone. Even through his rage, he had some clarity. He downloaded the video, saving what could be future evidence. He slammed his door shut, walking powerfully into the school. He headed straight into the principal’s office, not bothering to wait, or check in with his secretary. “Ah Antonio, good morning.” The principal spoke merrily, unaware of the storm brewing. “I heard (Y/n) is sick, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.” He spoke, before noting the anger plastered on your father’s face. “What brings you to the school?” He asked tepidly. “My son is going to finish the school year remotely.” Antonio spoke with finality. “I believe we can work something out if he’ll be out for more than a week.” The principal spoke, his tone measured. 

“But it’s not feasible to shift him to remote learning for the rest of the year.” The principal spoke, thinking of the logistics. Your father wordlessly pulled out his phone, and played the video he saved. The principal’s eyes widened, as each word registered. The moment the video ended your dad put his phone away. “You know who (Y/n)’s mother is, right?” Antonio asked, his tone edged. “O-of course I do. Mrs. (L/n) has been very generous with her donations.” The principal responded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly. “There’s not a single person in this town, or country really, who doesn’t know the name Regina (L/n).” Antonio continued. “I’d hate for this video to spread further and make the news. Jacaerys’ life would be over, and I’m sure the school would face scrutiny. Maybe some school officials would even be fired. It’s a shame this happened at your school, under your watch.” Antonio spoke the implied threat apparent. “I think remote classes would do (Y/n) well.” The principal spoke his cheerful tone dipping into fear and unease. “Of course I’ll also speak with students involved and dole out appropriate punishments.” He added. 

“I’ll do what I can here to make sure students don’t spread the video further, but I will also give you a point of contact with cyber security at the local precinct so they can make sure it’s off the internet.” The principal finished, sweat forming on his forehead. “Great. I’ll have to tell Regina about this regardless, but I’ll make sure she knows how serious you’ll be taking the matter.” Antonio said coldly. Without another word he got up, slamming the door on his way out to his car. He gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. He slammed his palms into the steering wheel in anger, before leaning his head down against it, his own rage threatening to spill out through his tears. He pulled his phone dialing his soon-to-be-ex-best friend. The phone rang once, twice, before she answered. “Hey Antonio, how are you?” She asked. “Are you and Laenor home? We need to talk.” He responded icily. “Yes we are…is everything okay?” She tried asking. “I’ll be right over.” He got out before ending the call. He stuck his keys in the ignition before pulling out and speeding to her house. 

He parked right behind her car, getting out and knocking on her door. He waited, hearing steps approach. “Hey Antonio, come in.” She spoke, stepping to the side and opening the door wider. “Hey Rhaenyra.” He spoke, trying not to sound hostile as he entered her home. “Laenor is in the kitchen.” She spoke, leading Antonio to the dinning room. She took a seat next to her husband, while Antonio took the seat from across them. “So what’s going on?” Laenor asked. “I’ll show you.” Antonio responded, pulling his phone out and showing them the video. Their reaction said it all, they had no clue anything had happened at the game. “Well (Y/n) shouldn’t have kissed Jacaerys like that.” Laenor tried to argue and justify his son’s actions. “A kiss warrants this kind of response?” Antonio asked angrily. “Oh my god.” Rhaenyra uttered. Laenor’s jaw tightened, just staring at the video as it all sunk in. “Why did neither of you stop Jacaerys?” Antonio asked his voice shaking. “I thought the two of you were there?” Antonio asked, trying not to sound accusatory. “Laenor was, but I took Luke and Joffrey to Luke’s game.” Rhaenyra answered looking to Laenor. “I stepped away briefly. I forgot the camera in our car.” He spoke softly. “We didn’t raise Jacaerys to be like this Antonio. You know his character.” Laenor spoke trying to defend his son. “You know, I thought I did. But clearly I don’t.” Antonio retorted. 

The silence hung heavily over the table as both Rhaenyra and Laenor processed this side of their oldest. “Tell Jacaerys to stay away from my son.” Antonio demanded. “I mean it too. He better not even think of contacting (Y/n).” He added. “Okay. We’ll make sure Jacaerys knows.” Laenor finally responded. “And tell Jacaerys to take down the video.” Antonio requested. “What do you mean? It’s not on his page is it?” Rhaenyra asked with disbelief. “It is, actually.” Antonio replied, loading the post on his phone to show them. Their mouths dropped open as they read Jacaerys’ caption. “Where is (Y/n)?” Rhaenyra asked, breaking the silence first. “Is he at school? Or at home? Can we call him to apologize?” She spoke her voice trembling softly. “He’s at home, upset by all this clearly. Don’t call him. I’ll ask him if he wants to even speak to you both, and if he does, I’ll call.” Antonio responded. “Antonio, on Jacaerys’ behalf, we are so sorry.” Laenor spoke up. Antonio didn’t respond to that, it felt like adding salt to his wound. “Where do we go from here?” Rhaenyra asked tepidly. “Regina and I are taking a step back from your family. It might be for now, it might be forever. I have to stand by my son, and support him. As I’m sure the two of you will do. You both understand right?” Antonio asked, though he didn’t care if they didn’t. “Of course we do.” Laenor said dejectedly. Antonio stood up chair scraping against the floor. “Then I’ll be taking my leave.” Antonio spoke, his voice wavering. They had been friends for years, he didn’t think things would end this way. “I can walk you to the door.” Rhaenyra spoke. “No need.” Antoni uttered before she could stand. He hopped in his car, his eyes watery as he held in his sobs. He drove back home in silence. 

Before he got out of the car he called your mother. It rang once before she picked up. “Hey honey! How’s my perfect little omega?” Regina asked sweetly. Antonio bit his lip, he wanted his alpha’s comfort, but he needed to put you first. “Sweetie…we’re moving back in with you.” Antonio spoke with finality. “Iknowyousaidweshouldmoveherebecauseoftheschoolbut-“”Ant.” Regina cut in, Antonio stopped in his tracks. “Take a deep breath.” She said mimicking his inhale and exhale. Antonio took a deep breath, doing as she asked. “Good boy. Now tell me, what happened?” She asked softly. “God Regina…” Antonio said feeling his eyes water again. “(Y/n) kissed Jacaerys at a football game.” He revealed. “And he was so cruel to (Y/n). Everyone there laughed at him when they saw Jacaerys reject him.” Antonio spoke struggling to hold back his sobs. “Babe we can’t let (Y/n) leave school just because he got rejected.” Regina said, not fully grasping the situation. “I get that it doesn’t feel good when your crush doesn’t like you back but-“”No Regina you’re not understanding.” Antonio cut in frustrated. “Then help me understand.” She softly responded. Antonio pulled the phone away from his ear, unlocking it and sending her the video. 

“Watch what I just sent you.” Antonio asked. “Babe-“”Please Regina.” He pleaded. “Okay, give me a moment.” She said. Antonio waited, ear pressed against his phone struggling to hear her immediate reaction to everything. He heard her breathing hitch when Jacaerys insulted you. “Antonio-“”Keep watching.” He interrupted. The video was a few minutes long, the person recording kept his phone going. He only stopped filming once you had reached the parking lot. He zoomed in on your shaking form, his phone picked up every additional insult they hurled even once you had left. He heard Regina growl, her indignation and rage rising. “I will fucking castrate them. I’m booking a flight right now.” She seethed, nearly yelling into the phone. “I don’t think it would help (Y/n). I already took care of it.” Antonio revealed. “I spoke to the school they said they’d handle it, I have a number for the cyber security department so they can hopefully scrub the video from the internet.” He added, shaking his head. 

“Good. I’ll call my cyber security guys too, get them in on this. Make sure you file a police report. Even if no one’s arrested it’ll help get the video taken down again if it comes back.” Regina spoke, her anger barely contained. “What about Rhaenyra and Laenor?” She asked her voice softened a touch. “I spoke to them too. I told them we’d be taking a step back from them.” Antonio responded. “For what it’s worth, they both apologized on Jacaerys’ behalf. They didn’t know this even happened.” Antonio revealed. “What about that little shit?” Regina asked roughly. “I told his parents to make sure he stays away from (Y/n).” Antonio explained. “I should ruin his fucking life for what he said.” Regina fumed. “Let’s see if (Y/n) wants that first.” Antonio said with a giggle. “You should call (Y/n) to check in on him, I know he needs it.” Antonio added sadly. “You’re right. Tell him I’ll call him later.” She conceded. “Okay dear. I’ll book our flights for either tonight or tomorrow morning. We’ll see ya soon.” Antonio sweetly said as he ended the call. He got out of his car, and walked to the door of your home. He put the key in, but hesitate before opening the door. 

He shook his head, his grip tightening on the knob before he pushed in. In an instant his eyes watered. The house smelled horrible, like something had entered and died. It was drenched in your distressed pheromones. Antonio rushed up the stairs, finding you in your nest still crying as you hugged a pillow you stole from his bed. “Shh, I know it hurts, but it’s going to be okay (Y/n). Your mom and I are here for you.” Antonio whispered scooping you up, and taking you into his room. He placed you gingerly in his nest, bundling you up with the comforting scents of both of your parents. Antonio got in along you, holding you close to his chest as he purred hoping the sound would comfort you. Each tear that hit his chest felt like he’d been shot, each sob that managed to come out of you broke pieces of him. He held you tighter until your tears slowly stopped, and your hiccups subsided, as your breathing evened out. Antonio hated feeling like this, impotent to stop your pain. He despised what Jacaerys, what the school had done to you. 

He slowly peeled himself away letting you rest, while he went downstairs to make lunch. He moved around monotonously, like a robot. The house felt suffocating now, even as he opened a window to let out your pheromones and getting some airflow it didn’t help. Antonio set down lunch, covering the one of the plates with aluminum. He sat down taking a breath, before he took a bite of what he made. He managed to get it down, but he had no appetite. He covered his plate as well, before sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. It played in the background as he stared at the ceiling. “Could I have prepared (Y/n) for this?” He asked himself. “Did I fail as a father? Did Jacaerys have any sign he could be so calloused and hurtful? Did I fail (Y/n) in keeping him away from him? Could I have done anything to stop what happened yesterday?” He continued to probe himself. It wasn’t his fault, nor was it Rhaenyra and Laenor’s. He wasn’t even upset that Jacaerys rejected you. That was par for the course, it’s a part of life. Not every crush you have will bloom into something, but the insults? Those hurt him, and seeing how they affected you made it worse. “God I have to talk to him about this. I have to break the news about the video too…” He worried. He closed his eyes and waited for you to wake up. 

Your eyes slowly opened. You sighed deeply, tugging the blanket closer. It smelled like your mom and dad. It didn’t make the pain go away, but it made it a little easier to manage. You looked around realizing you were in your dad’s room. As you got up, you draped the blanket around yourself, before heading to the top of the stairs. “Smells like dad’s cooking something…” you thought to yourself as you descended the stairs. “Dad?” Your voice was hoarse, it creeped through the air, hacking its way through. Antonio jumped, before turning to you. “(Y/n) how are you feeling?” He asks softly, putting his spatula down. You shrug your shoulders, your throat suddenly feeling too raw. “It’s okay sweetie.” He whispers. “Dinners almost done. Why don’t you take a seat and wait? Or why not call mom, hmm?” He asked, rubbing his cheek against yours. “Okay.” You hushed. You climbed back up the stairs, heading to your room and grabbing your phone. You unlocked it, and it opened up to your and Jacaerys’ text thread. 

You: I’m so sorry I don’t know why I did that. I don’t think you are, but if you’re actually worried about me, don’t be. I got the message loud and clear. I’m sorry for being a bother. I hope  ⬆️

You groaned, feeling your heartache at the unsent message. “I’m really pathetic huh…” you mumbled, a breathy chuckle leaving your mouth. You held the backspace until the entire message was gone. Each letter disappearing felt like another lock clicking, another door closing. You clicked on his contact photo. The moment it opened and showed his contact info, your eyes welled with tears. It was a selfie of the two of you, bright smiles, his arm draped around your shoulder, taken the summer before freshman year. It was a joint family trip, between the (L/n)s and Velaryons. Somewhere in the global south, with white sand beaches, an all inclusive resort. You laughed bitterly as you reminisced. You and Jacaerys had been running wild, tearing through the place. The two of you even stole a massage Rhaenyra and Laenor had booked. That was the first time you acknowledged you might feel something deeper. He didn’t even harp on the fact the two of you were sharing a couples massage. He seemed so unbothered by it, like it was so far out of the realm of possibility for him, he didn’t even entertain it. While you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You shut your eyes forcing all those memories away. Your jaw tightened as you scrolled all the way down, tapped Block Caller. You sighed dramatically when a confirmation popped up, detailing what blocking this contact meant. You clicked it again without a second thought. 

It felt monumental and insignificant. Like you were getting rid of a stranger and dissecting off a piece of your being. You sat on your bed, silently staring at the floor, watching the ground through a glossy lens. Your phone rang in your hand. You tensed, not wanting to even look at who was calling. You slowly turned the phone and saw it was your mom calling you. You took a breath of relief. “Hah…yeah it wouldn’t be him. Why would I even think that?” You bitterly laughed, but you knew deep down, in the place where you stuffed all the harder feelings, why you had. You swiped right answering her call, before placing it by your ear. “Hey mom. How are you? How’s work?” You spoke trying to sound as cheery as possible. “Good. The company’s doing great. I just closed on an amazing deal, I’m probably getting a raise for this.” Regina laughed. “You’re already richer than god do we really need more money?” You giggled, clutching the blanket around you tighter. “Well I don’t hear you complaining when we go on shopping sprees or out of the country.” She retorted just as lighthearted. “But enough about me. How have you been? Is everything okay at school?” She asked, her tone already hinting that she knew. “Oh yeah.” You said sheepishly, your hand going to the back of your neck. “Things are great.” Your voice had a warble to it that she immediately recognized. “Never been better.” You said unconvincingly. 

“Cut the shit sweetheart.” She responded softly. “Fuck. You can’t even let me pretend for a little?” You answered curtly. “You know that’s not how I roll.” She said with a laugh. You could feel her smile through the phone. “How much do you know?” You asked in a hushed voice. “Wellll I wanna kill Jacaerys right about now. Does that tell you anything?” She responded candidly. “Yea it’s just as bad as you know.” You said defeated. “The worst part- god I haven’t even told dad yet. The worst part is he posted a video of the whole thing.” You whispered. “He what?” She said deadpanned, you could hear the rage building, simmering underneath the surface. “Did you not know?” You asked, eyes squinting like you just said something you shouldn’t have. “I knew there was a video- so does dad by the by, but I didn’t know that he was the one who posted. I thought it was one of his other shit-stain friends.” She angrily said. “Well that makes things easier for me telling dad. You sighed deeply, before a hollow laugh came out. “You know, I would’ve assumed our friendship was over based on last night alone. But he made sure to really twist the knife with his caption.” You said dryly. “What was the caption?” She asked calmly, or at least as calmly as she could. 

“He said and I quote- ‘Just in case anyone missed it last night. Clearing the air here and now, I am very dedicated to and in love with my beautiful girlfriend, and I didn’t ask for or want what happened to me. It was fuck (Y/n) (L/n) yesterday, it’s fuck (Y/n) (L/n) today, and it’ll be fuck @-‘ before you ask, yes he did tag me. I would’ve seen it anyways, I mean we follow each other, anyways- ‘(Y/n)(L/n) forever.’. That is what he wrote, verbatim, word for word.” You laughed again, just as hollow as the first time, before your face scrunched up. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, as your eyebrows knitted together, you started to cry again, trying and failing to take deep breaths. “Hey (Y/n), angel, listen to me.” Her voice with a tone and inflection that had you hanging on every word. “I’m sorry that he rejected you, but that’s a part of life, you know that right?” She asked softly. “Yes.” You managed to get out. “Good. It’s everything else that’s fucked. And he should be praying that I never, never catch him by himself.” She seethed. “I know.” You laughed through the tears. “I have something special planned for when you and dad get here. I can’t wait to see my two favorite omegas.” She said lovingly. “Can’t wait either. I’m gonna go, I’ll see you soon mom.” You said warmly. “Okay honey. Give dad my love.” She sweetly said. 

You ended the call, locking your phone and taking a breath. You rub your eyes with your fists, unfurling your hand and using your fingers to wipe away the tears still in the corner of your eye. You slowly stood, leaving your room and heading downstairs. The blanket trails behind you as you take a seat at the table. “Hey sunshine.” Antonio said softly. “Ready to eat?” He asks, smoothing his apron down. “I don’t really have an appetite.” You responded. “That’s a shame. I made your favorite too.” He said sadly, his eyes looking to you before looking down. You stifled a laugh, before resting your elbow against the table. “Ya’know what I guess I could eat.” You acquiesce. You haven’t eaten since last night, it can’t hurt to get some food in you. Your dad smiles as he rushes around the kitchen grabbing plates, utensils, and plates. He put down the forks, knives, and cups on the table, before going back to the kitchen. He serves you the biggest helping the plate can hold before serving himself. He walked over placing the plates down, and takes his seat across from you. You can feel yourself drooling as you pick up the fork, and start to eat. 

You’re purring unconsciously, absolutely enjoying the meal. Before you even realize you’ve cleared the plate. “And you said you didn’t have an appetite.” Your dad teased. “Do you want more?” He asked, already holding your plate. “No thanks I’m full.” You sighed contentedly, pushing the plate away. “Glad to hear it little man.” He spoke. He cleared his throat, placing his hand on yours. “I gotta tell you something.” He said softly, voice tepid. “Do we have to do this?” You huffed, hand going to your face. “Yeah we do. Sorry.” He frowned in sympathy.  “Okay.” You groaned. “So I have something to tell. I don’t wanna worry you, I’m already handling it, but you should know.” Antonio started. “I know about the video.” You interjected assuming that’s what he was talking about. You saw his face crack in surprise, his eyes widened. “Yeah I know. Uh- I- I don’t known if you saw his caption but he tagged me in it.” You whispered leaning back against the chair. “Oh….okay. Your mom and I already handled it. So the video should be scrubbed soon, and he’ll take it down at some point tonight.” Antonio elaborated. 

You gave him a small smile, you hadn’t even thought that far. Obviously you don’t want that video out there any longer than it already had. “Thanks dad.” You softly spoke, placing your other hand on his. He smiled brightly, before his face shifted like he realized something. “Let me just run down a list of updates I have to give you.” He said matter of factly. “So you’re gonna finish the school year remotely. We’re moving back in with mom, I know she insisted we move here- save all questions for the end-,” he interjected seeing you want to say something, “but it’s better we move back with her for now.” He paused, taking a breath. “I already spoke to a realtor, signed some docs so they can handle the house sale without me or mom being present. That being said, I got us first class tickets home tomorrow morning at 8am, so make sure you get some rest.” He finished. “Ooookay, uh wow that’s a lot of info.” You said exhaling. “Thank you for handling the school thing, I think you’re right, a change of scenery would be nice,” you leaned over hugging your dad, “god bless thank you for first class seats. I really appreciate all the things you and mom do for me.” You said gingerly. 

“Oh I just remembered one last thing.” Antonio said as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back. “What’s that?” You asked softly. “I spoke to Jacaerys’ parents, Rhaenyra and Laenor. I already made it clear their son should keep his distance, but they wanted to apologize to you on his behalf.” He revealed. You pulled back looking him in his face. “Obviously I told them that I would run it by you and see if you’d be okay with that.” He added noting your shock. You mulled it over. An apology from his parents wouldn’t do anything for you, but they’ve been in your life so long maybe they feel terrible about it. “Do they know?” You whispered. Antonio nodded. “I was fuming when I saw it myself, I went right over and showed them what Jacaerys was doing.” You looked away, before nodding slowly. “Uh-“ you paused, did you owe them this? Would it fix anything? Would it changed what happened? “Tell them to call. I’ll talk to them.” You answered. It wouldn’t but you’d be able to give them closure, and if nothing else, you figured you at least owed them that for the years they were in your life. 

“Okay, I’ll let them know.” He responded, pulling his phone out to send them a text. A few minutes after Antonio had sent off the message they responded. “(Y/n) they’re calling.” He said as his phone ringed. “What?! Now?” You asked shocked. “Do you want to put it off?” He asked, as his finger slowly went to decline the call. “No- no it’s fine. Answer the call.” You huffed. Antonio swiped right accepting the call, he put it on speaker phone immediately. “Hi Antonio. (Y/n) agreed to speak to us?” Rhaenyra’s soft voice came through. She sounded pained. “He did. I’ll pass the phone to him.” He answered giving you the phone. You shakily took the phone, taking a deep breath. “Hi Ms. Velaryon.” You answered, your form of greeting already drawing a line in the sand. You hadn’t called her Ms. Velaryon, since you were five. Rhaenyra’s breathing hitched, her breathe catching in her throat. “Hi (Y/n).” She mustered when she recovered. “I wanted to apologize on Jacaerys’ behalf. There’s no excuse for what he said. Laenor and I raised him to be more considerate.” She spoke softly. “We are beyond embarrassed by his behavior, we cannot and do not condone it.” She added. “Why did you kiss him?” Laenor interjected. You heard him and Rhaenyra squabbling, Laenor had just gone off script. You looked up to your dad, his face contorted with anger, but before he could snatch the phone you put a hand up. 

“I got carried away.” You said with heavy longing and yearning. “I haven’t seen Jacaerys since…,” you paused really trying to think back, “since his birthday, I think in June.” You revealed. “He’s been pulling away since ninth grade, and…I…I wasn’t taking it well.” You sighed. “It’s not on purpose (Y/n). Jacaerys said your schedules don’t line up.” Laenor pressed. “That’s what he said, and, yes, I co-signed it when you and Mrs. Velaryon asked me, but to be honest it wasn’t the truth.” You informed him. “We have a majority of the same classes, I have choir meets the same time Jacaerys has football practice. We haven’t seen each other because he doesn’t want to see me, or invite me to things.” You spoke lowly. “I’ve seen the parties he throws, the movie hangouts, I’ve seen it all, but he hasn’t invited me to any of it.” You continued. “And I’m not trying to get him in trouble, I just want to explain myself. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school, when we both presented.” You revealed. “So imagine my surprise when he himself, not either of his parents, finally invites me to a game.” You said with bitter hope. 

“I thought we were getting back on track. I thought even if we weren’t best friends, that at least we’d be friends. Then he scored the winning touchdown and I went on field to celebrate with him…” you paused, realizing how pathetic and crazy you were about to sound. “I thought we locked eyes, he had his arms out like he wanted a hug, and he had this goofy loving smile plastered on his face.” You recounted dreamily, tears in your eyes once more. “I thought it was for me— I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend at the time or I wouldn’t have kissed him.” You said with a bitter chuckle. “I got swept up in the moment…and well I’m sure you’ve seen the aftermath. I haven’t a clue if it’s still on his page but if you wanted to be sure it might still be on there.” You added. There was silence on the other line, you didn’t hear Rhaenyra or Laenor saying anything. “We’ll make sure Jacaerys calls you to apologize.” Laenor said, he sounded choked up. “That won’t be necessary. Can you two actually take a message for him? Only in case he asks later or wants closure.” You asked. “Yeah of course.” Rhaenyra spoke up. “Tell him that I’m sorry,” you took a shaky breath, “for everything. For ruining his moment, and for not getting that he didn’t want me around anymore. That I hope he gets into the school of his dreams and he accomplishes everything he sets out to do. That I hope he can forgive me someday.“ You finished. “Are you sure you don’t want him to apologize to you?” Rhaenyra asked, her voice trembling, it’s obvious she’d started crying. 

“No I think I’ve done enough damage, and honestly I don’t think he’s sorry. He said everything like he had been holding it in for ages. He doesn’t want me in his life, and I won’t force myself on him anymore. I don’t think I’ll ever speak to him again and this will probably be the last time we speak,” You sniffled, “so thank you for everything. You two were really nice and welcoming to me and my dad, when we knew no one in this town.” You spoke. “Take care of yourselves and don’t be too harsh on him. Good bye.” You handed the phone off to your dad. “Well Rhaenyra, Laenor, this is goodbye. I don’t know that we’ll see each other or speak again, but like (Y/n) said, thank you for welcoming us when we had no one. Take care of yourselves.” Antonio spoke neutrally, tempering his anger at Laenor’s probing. “Likewise Antonio, for what it’s worth, we would’ve loved to have (Y/n) as a son in law.” Rhaenyra said through muffled cries. Antonio ended the call, looking to you. You just nodded, before heading upstairs and climbing into the shower. You tried to clean yourself off, but you ended up sitting in the tub, trying to cry softer than the sound of the running water. 

Your dad was just as upset, holding a pillow to his face and screaming, hoping it didn’t reach your ears. He pulled the pillow away and headed upstairs. He might not’ve heard your crying, but he could smell it. Your sadness and distress wafting from beneath the door. He stood in front of the door, before knocking. “(Y/n)?” He sheepishly called out. “Yeah dad?” You responded, your voice raw from the heat and emotions spilling over. “I’m gonna start packing. When you get out make sure to pack lightly, bring all the essentials. Don’t worry about anything else. I’ll have movers box everything up for us and ship it home.” Antonio announced through the door. “Okay dad.” You answered. He stood in front of the door, he didn’t know what he could do to make your pain better. He stepped away, looking back to the door, before he looked forward and continued on. He went into his room, grabbed his passport, his laptop, his chargers, his wallet. He packed a few of his clothes, he was sure Regina would take the two of you on a shopping spree so he didn’t pack much. He sat on his bed looking to the ground. 

He perked up when he heard the shower stop, and the bathroom door opened. His eyes met yours. He gave you a sad smile, noting how red and swollen they were. You smiled at him, before looking back down and heading to your room. You dried off and changed into PJs before you started. You packed up all your essentials, your phone, your laptop, everything you needed to function on a daily basis. You packed your favorite clothes, the ones that were the most soft and comfortable. You grabbed all your valuables, your jewlery box, placing them in your carryon. You looked around at the rest of your stuff, mainly the clothes. “Hey dad?” You projected. “Yeah (Y/n)?” He responded immediately, he was already by your door. “Can we donate or sell all of these?” You gestured around. “The clothes I mean.” You clarified. “Uh- yes we can, but why?” He asked. “I think a fresh start would be better. And I don’t think I’ll have enough room to store all these.” You wagered. “Especially if mom takes us shopping our first day back.” You added with a giggle. “Sure son.” He approached, kissing your forehead. 

“Make sure you don’t stay up too late, I’m waking you up at 4am.” He softly said as he pulled back. “Okay dad.” You answered, as he left. You curled up in bed, pulling the blanket over you and holding it closely. Sleep eluded you, you tossed and turned as you tried to get rest, the seconds and minutes adding up to hours. You huffed, but finally sleep found you, pulling you into an unease rest. 

You opened your eyes taking everything in as you looked around. You were back at the game, sitting in the exact spot you were. The people around you erupted into cheers as Jacaerys landed the last goal of the game. Instead of cheering with them, instead of heading on to the turf to celebrate, you turned around and walked towards the parking lot. As soon as your foot touched the concrete, you felt a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n) where are you going?” Jacaerys asked, his voice warbled and shifted in pitch as the words exited. “I’m leaving.” You answered curtly. “But why? We didn’t get to celebrate yet…” He pouted, his hand went to your chin. He tilted your head upwards, he leaned down, but before his lips touched yours, you pulled away. “I should’ve done this sooner.” You whispered as you turned around and continued walking. You looked back once, your gaze filled with longing and unspoken yearning, but instead of going back you looked forward again, starting your stride once more. He didn’t call out to you, he didn’t follow you. He stood there watching as you left him behind. 

“(Y/nnnn)” Antonio drawled out. “It’s time to wake up.” He added as he gently shook your sleeping form. “Hmm?” You roused from your sleep. “It’s time?” You sleepily mumbled. “Yeah honey you gotta get ready. The chauffeur will be here in thirty minutes.” He softly said as he left your room. You got up sitting in bed, as you rubbed your eyes. They felt wet, had you been crying? You shook your head, it’s not like it mattered anymore. You got up and rushed into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face. You ran back to your room and changed into sweats and a hoodie. You threw on some comfortable shoes and grabbed your backpack and carryon ready to leave. The car ride was short, your dad making polite conversation as the driver speed along. The moment you both got to the airport, the two of you were rushed through security and allowed to board the plane first. You stared out the window as the plane took off, you watched the ground shrink and disappear, until the plane breeched the clouds. Your dad squeezed your hand. You looked to him with a small smile, before you leaned back in your seat, stretching it fully to lay down. 

You slept through the entire five hour flight. When you disembarked, once more the two of you were allowed to skirt through security, and to head out quicker than anyone else. “Oh look over there!” Your dad pointed to a man in a black suit, holding a sign. (Y/n) and Antonio (L/n). You both approached, your dad showing him both of your passport to confirm your identities. He nodded eagerly as he took both of your bags and lead you both out to a blacked out car. He eagerly opened the door for you and your father. Shutting it gently when you were both situated. “Mr. (L/n), Young Master, my name is Adam, I’ll be your driver from this moment forward. Mrs. (L/n) is waiting for you both.” He said warmly as he started the car and drove off. As you stared out the window you took in the new scenery. No one here knew you. No one here would know you. You wouldn’t make the same mistake again. 

“Is (Y/n) going?” Rhaenyra asked excitedly. “You should invite (Y/n)!” Laenor added matching her enthusiasm. Jacaerys rolled his eyes. “He can’t make it. Said he’s busy.” He responded curtly. “I’m sure he can make time. He should know how important this game is to you. It’s your last game! You’re gonna get recruited or scouted.” Rhaenyra argued. Jacaerys grit his teeth. He didn’t want you there. Why would he invite you? “I’ll ask again. Tell him how important it is to me he’s there.” Jacaerys said tensely, though it went unnoticed by his parents. Jacaerys pulled his phone out, opening your text thread. 

(Y/n): Thanks for inviting me, it was nice seeing you!

Read: 06/08/25  

Jacaerys rolled his eyes, a scowl forming on his face, as he remember leaving you on read. He didn’t invite you himself, you got an invite through his parents who assured you, he wanted you there. If they had asked him and left it alone you would’ve been too ‘busy’. “Why the fuck do you try so hard (Y/n)?” Jacaerys muttered under his breath. As he did what his parents asked. 

Jacaerys: Last football game of the season is tomorrow. It’s at school at 7pm, if you want to go. 8:46pm

Jacaerys exhaled through his nostril, amused. “He’s gonna respond to this so fucking quick.” He mocked. He swiped away to text thread responding to his girlfriend Alison. 

Allison: Baby i hope you’re ready for what I’m gonna give you when you win tomorrows game ❤️ 8:41pm

Read: 8:46pm 

Jacaerys smirked as his fingers tapped away. 

Jacaerys: I can hardly wait. Am I gonna need anything to protect us? 😏 8:46pm

He smiled waiting for her to respond to his advances. His smile broke, corners of his mouth shifting downwards into a glower. “Right on fucking schedule.” He mumbled, dragging down his notifications to read the message without opening it. 

You: I’ll be there! ☺️ 8:47pm

“Fuck.” He whispered, shaking his head. “Mom, dad, (Y/n) said he’d be there.” Jacaerys informed them with all the joy a moody growing alpha teen could muster. “Oh great! It’ll be nice to see him. Does he need a ride? He’ll be able to sit with us.” Laenor spoke. “No!” Jacaerys shouted. “I mean-“ he cleared his throat, “he said his dad would take him. So he doesn’t need a ride.” Jacaerys sheepishly said. “Okay then.” Laenor said with disbelief at Jacaerys outburst. “Are you excited that he said he could make it?” Rhaenyra asked turning back to him. “Yeah I guess.” Jacaerys answered nonplussed. “I mean he’s your closest friend. You guys always hung on each other since you were in diapers.” She reminisced fondly. “We’re not that close. Not anymore.” Jacaerys thought to himself. “Hey, Jace.” Rhaenyra giggled as she spoke. “Do you remember when you and (Y/n) stole a couples massage from your father and I?” She laughed, it was a nice memory to her. “I don’t want to talk about that.” Jacaerys curtly responded. Thinking back to everything he did with you, nothing disgusted him more than that massage fiasco. He even assumed that, that point in time is when you developed a crush on him. 

Leo: are you guys pumped for tomorrow’s game? We’re gonna crush them!   8:48pm

Jacaerys: game of the century! I’m sure we’ll all get recruited 8:48pm 

Andrew: obviously dumb ass 8:48pm

Edward: can’t wait to see the cheerleaders  8:48pm

Jon: Does anyone have an extra mouthguard? 8:49pm 

The messages kept pouring in, with Jacaerys commenting here and there. His mind drifted to all the good times you two had before he felt the sudden change and weirdness. “We had some good times didn’t we…” Jacaerys thought to himself. He finally opened your message. He wanted to try and just hop back into how you two use to be, but every message he whipped up felt off. Something about the wording, something about the length, instead he opted for something simple and innocuous. Something he could deny later if he changed his mind.

Jacaerys: 👍🏻 8:59pm

Read: 8:59pm

“He already read it.” Jacaerys thought to himself. He swiped away hoping you’d send something else. Another text to try and keep the conversation going. He felt himself light up when his phone buzzed. He pushed the feeling down, as he checked his notifications.

Robb: @Jacaerys will your little boyfriend be there? 🤣 9:04pm 

Jacaerys growled at the screen. He hated when they brought you up. He huffed as he typed a response. 

Jacaerys: My GIRLfriend, Allison will be there. So will that little fag since my parents forced me to invite him. 9:05pm

Gabe: I still don’t know why you haven’t hit that. He’s an omega. Just get your dick wet then bounce. I’m sure he’ll leave you alone after that. 9:06pm

Jacaerys: If you wanna bang him go ahead. I don’t care, it’s not my business. 9:06pm

Elijah: Well if you’re not claiming him then I might give it a go too. 9:07pm 

Jon: mouthguard anyone? Before the big game tomorrow? 9:09pm

Jacaerys gave a weird look at his phone as the messages continued to pour in. Some of his teammates disparaging you, while others made it known that they only avoided courting you because they thought Jacaerys was your alpha. He opened the text thread his fingers moving faster than his brain. 

Jacaerys: He’s mine! You all need to fuck off! Half of you can’t even get it up! You’ve all got some defective fucking knots. He’s way too good ⬆️

Jacaerys stopped himself before he finished and sent it. He read over the message he typed once, twice, thrice. He stared at it until the letters blurred together and he felt a storm brewing in his chest. He deleted the entire message. “No I don’t like him like that. I just…assumed I was his pack alpha. Completely normal behavior given all that time we spent together.” Jacaerys mind raced to rationalize and explain away his text and what he was feeling. “I’m just looking out for an omega I consider family. None of the guys on the team are good matches for (Y/n).” He thought, his mind caught on where the train of thought ended. “Aside from…me and maybe Robb. Doesn’t mean anything though.” He shook his head as though that would clear his mind. He grabbed his phone opening another text thread.

Alison: You might 😘 8:47pm 

Alison: Guess you’ll have to make sure to win tomorrow 🙂‍↕️ 8:49pm 

Read: 9:12pm

Jacaerys: I’m so excited to see what it could be 🤔 9:12pm

Jacaerys: I’m on my way home with my family. Once I get there do you wanna go out? Maybe get some fast food and watch the stars? 9:19pm 

“Why does this feel so familiar?” Jacaerys asked himself. He shrugged it off and stared out the window, watching as the trees blurred together before it turned into homes blurring together. “That’s the sidewalk (Y/n) would take to get home.” Jacaerys reminisced. “That’s the park we played together in…” he continued. He paused, forcing his mind to picture Alison and the future life he’d have. Signing to a major team in the NFL, sharing drinks with his mom, dad, brothers, Mr. and Mrs. (L/n), and (Y/-. Jacaerys stopped himself again. He tried to picture a home, the white picket fence, the classic American dream but he couldn’t see Alison by his side. It was a black blob, like an unlockable character in a video game, holding their kid on their  hip. The car came to a stop as Laenor pulled into his driveway. He checked his phone again. 

Alison: I’d love to! I’ll get ready text me when you’re on your way! 🫶🏻 9:18pm

Read: 9:21pm

Jacaerys smiled as he read the message. “Hey mom, dad, I’m gonna head out with a friend.” Jacaerys sheepishly said. “That’s not how you ask for permission.” Rhaenyra retorted. “Can I please go? And can I borrow the car?” Jacaerys pleaded. “He’s only young once dear let him have his fun.” Laenor jumped in, his arms wrapped around Rhaenyra’s waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Rhaenyra shifted her head to look at Laenor, the moment their eyes met he planted a kiss on her lips. “Gross.” Lucerys said as he hopped out of the car and walked to the door of their home. “This’ll be you one day Luke. It won’t be so gross then.” Rhaenyra teased, before looking to Jacaerys. “Fine. Go, have fun, but not too much fun. And give (Y/n) our love.” Rhaenyra said with a knowing smirk. Jacaerys seethed on the inside. His parents assuming he’d spend any time with you now. He could only blame himself he hadn’t told them about Alison yet. “Thanks mom!” Jacaerys chirped, as he took the keys to her sports car. “Oh you better not even get a scratch on my baby.” Rhaenyra warned as she Laenor moved to their porch to see him off. 

Jacaerys rolled down the window of her car. “Don’t worry I won’t! I’ll treat her like she’s mine!” He shouted as he speeded out of the driveway and down the street. He grabbed his phone sending off a ‘omw’ text to his girlfriend. It was a scenic drive, as he sped along, blasting his favorite songs. His mind kept trying to bring you to the forefront, his music taste hadn’t change much, if at all. All of his favorite songs were ones you had recommend at some point or another. He didn’t even have time to contemplate that or what it could mean, Alison was outside her home waiting. She squealed the moment she saw the ride Jacaerys pulled up in. He parked getting out of the car to open her door. He gave her his hand as she sat down, before he closed the door. He hopped back into the driver’s seat putting his seatbelt on. He leaned over kissing Alison on her mouth. He pulled away slowly, holding eye contact with her. “So.” He said lowly. “So.” Alison responded just as softly. “What are you in the mood for? Burgers? Mexican? Pizza?” Jacaerys asked as he crossed his arms and rested against the wheel. 

“Oooo let’s do pizza.” Alison said with a glint in her eye. “Your wish is my command.” Jacaerys said smoothly as he put the car in drive and took off to your favorite pizza spot. He was on autopilot. The moment he saw the name he remembered the day he brought you to this place. “I haven’t had this pizza before. Is it good?” Alison asked. “Of course it is. I wouldn’t have brought you here otherwise.” Jacaerys responded, his jaw a little too tight. Alison ordered two cheese slices, while Jacaerys ordered two pepperoni slices. He had his card out before she could even dig into her purse. They waited quietly as the man behind the counter slide the slices into his brick stone oven. “Thanks!” They both shouted as they left, getting back into the car. “So where are we gonna see the stars?” Alison asked, her excitement mounting. 

“I know a spot.” They both said in unison. They giggled, looking into each other’s eyes. This time she leaned in to give him a kiss. It felt nice, but it wasn’t anything to write home about. He didn’t feel the same feeling he saw in his parent’s eyes whenever they were lovey-dovey. Jacaerys pulled out of the parking lot, before getting onto the parkway. He drove until he reached a park that was open 24/7. It was far enough that the light pollution wasn’t too bad, and that it wasn’t well known. He pulled into a secluded spot. He turned off the car getting out, and opening her door. He sat on the trunk of his car, patting the spot next to him for her to sit beside him. She did just that, handing off the pizza slices he ordered. They both looked up wordlessly enjoying the silence, and the glimmer of the stars and moon. Jacaerys looked over Alison. Clouds passed by overhead, sometimes blocking the light. In those flickers, Jacaerys knew why this felt familiar. It was like he was being haunted, the way he was seeing your face overlap hers. In the same exact position she was currently in. It was like his mind couldn’t let him override you. The rest of the date was a blur as Jacaerys went through the motions. He dropped her off and sped home, he didn’t even glance at the clock, but it was already later than he was allowed to be.  

He slowly slides his key into the doorknob. Turning it incredibly slowly, trying to keep the sound from being too loud. He gingerly pushes the door open, getting inside on his tippy toes. The moment he closes the door, he’s rushing over to the security key pad as quickly as he could. The clock was already racing in his mind. He had thirty seconds to punch in the disarm code, before the alarms blared waking everyone up. He quickly got to the pad and punched in the numbers. The keypad flashed from red to green. He took a deep breath, before arming it again. He thought he had snuck in successfully his parents none the wiser. Until he walked past the living room. Rhaenyra flicked the lights on, shocking Jacaerys as she was right next to him. “Mom!” He harshly whispered. “Why are you so late?” She asked, eyes narrowing as she studied his face. “I was enjoying myself.” Jacaerys managed to get out, his mind worked to construct a tale she’d believed. “You know, like dad said.” He added for good measure. Her eyes looked him and down, like she was studying him. 

“How was (Y/n)?” She asked. Jacaerys gritted his teeth, he put his hands into his pockets, clenching them tightly. “He’s good. He said hi, and that he can’t wait for the game.” Jacaerys said with detachment. “Happy to hear that.” Rhaenyra smiled. “Clean yourself up and get to bed. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” She said, kissing Jacaerys forehead, before she climbed the stairs and went back to her room. The moment Jacaerys hear her door click shut, he took a deep breath, dragging his hands down his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He seethed. He did as his mom asked, getting into the shower. He scrubbed at his skin harder than he had before. as soon as he was done he dried off, changed I in to his pajamas, and got in bed. He tossed and turned, feeling like was at war with himself. He tried to imagine Alison sleeping by his side to help. But every time he tried to picture her hands on his chest, or around his waist, he only felt yours. He managed to get a few hours of sleep, even through the torment his mind subjected him to. 

“Alright team!” Jacaerys shouted. With the cheers and cries of the crowd only the players heard him. “There’s a few seconds on the clock. We need one touch down.” Jacaerys surmised. “Got any ideas coach?” Robb turned to the man with a smug smirk. “Jacaerys you’re the QB. This is your moment. This is where you either make it or break it.” He said, clutching his clipboard. The team turned to face Jacaerys. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He could hear the blood pounding his veins and arteries  as they flowed throughout his body. He was tired, not just from having played the game to this point, but from everything. The lack of sleep, the way he could feel your eyes on him throughout the day in every single class you both shared. Tired of ignoring it, he shouldn’t have to deal with this in the first place. He turned around looking to the crowd, his eyes scan finding Laenor sat on the bleachers. His father’s warm smile was grounding. His eyes continued to scan the crowd, he put a smile on when his eyes met Alison’s. He was happy she came, but no butterflies like the other guys talked about when their girls or omegas were watching them play. 

Then his eyes locked onto you, though you didn’t notice. He could almost laugh. The one time he was staring at you, and you weren’t even privy to it. You looked like you were trying to fold in on yourself. You were always so disinterested in sports, if he wasn’t in football, you’d probably have gone through life never even touching turf. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you. The way you played with your hoodie strings when there was one too many people close to you. He felt his heart beat slow, his blood stopped pounding in his ears. “Why does this happen to me? Why did I look for your face in this crowd of people?” He thought to himself. It wasn’t suppose to be like this, this shouldn’t have been happening to him. He forced his eyes shut turning back to the team. “Okay I think I have an idea. If you guys think it’s a good play we’ll run it. If not then I’ll keep thinking.” Jacaerys finally spoke stepping into his leader role. He watched as his team nodded in agreement. Jacaerys elaborated in great detail, stressing how this could either win them the game or lose it. To his surprise they were all agreeing, it was a risky play, but with how little time was left they needed to do something. They broke up, their coach telling the ref they were ready. They all took their positions, with Jacaerys behind Robb. It was now or never, and without a second thought, acting on pure instinct, Jacaerys started the play.  

Jacaerys couldn’t believe what he and his team had managed to pull off. He could scarcely believe he was in the end zone, even as the ball bounced from the force he lobbed it towards the ground with. The cheers and cries from his teammates surrounded him, blocking out everything else. His eyes scanned the crowd once more, looking for Alison, but he noticed you first. His blood boiled, but he forced himself to let it go when he noticed Alison behind you. She smiled brighter when she noticed he was looking at her. “I should probably hug and kiss her. Or twirl her around…” He thought as he stretched his arms wide. “What’s he doing…” Jacaerys asked himself as he saw you running toward him. His eyes widened the moment your lips touched his. His face felt hotter, it was like a jolt of electricity rushed through him. He prayed his reaction wasn’t noticeable. He hoped he was already fully flushed from the game. Jacaerys felt himself slipping into something deeper, but the way the crowd quieted pulled him back. The way Robb’s laughter sounded pulled him out. It was mocking, harrowing, taking up all the space in Jacaerys’ mind. 

Jacaerys shoved you back, he measured the amount of strength but it was enough to move you a few steps. He had to save face, he had to save himself. It was already too late for you, but he could still be normal. “(Y/n) what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jacaerys spat, his hand dragging down his face aggressively. “I just-“ he felt his chest ache at the way you laughed nervously, “I thought you wanted-“. It doesn’t matter what (Y/n) wants. ”What I wanted was my girlfriend to run into my arms not you.” Jacaerys raged. He felt like garbage for the things he was saying. He was smug watching your face crack and eyes well with tears. He felt like he was the worst person to ever stand on top of the world. Jacaerys decided he needed to make a big show of how much he despised you, even if it meant hurting you. He wiped away the little spit that was left over. You tasted as sweet as you smelled. Jacaerys scrunched his face, he acted like it was raw sewage, even if it felt like ambrosia. He saw the wheels spinning in your head as you realized you made a huge mistake, probably the biggest of your life. Jacaerys was disgusted and honored, he wondered how someone as kind and loving as you could ever love an alpha like him. 

He saw the way the word girlfriend finally registered. You probably thought you misheard him. Why did he avoid telling you? Was it so he wouldn’t hurt you? No, he waved the thought off, it had to be because of the distance. Alison, you and him had the same classes, and yet he chose to hide it. 

“Why can’t we be affectionate in class?” Alison asked. “It’s just…(Y/n) has this crush on me. It isn’t mutual but he’s basically been adopted by my family. I don’t wanna cause issues with his parents or mine.” Jacaerys said with conviction hoping it convinced her. “Okay then, but you have to sit him down at some point. The longer you let it go on, the worse it’s gonna hurt him.” Alison pleaded. If only she knew it would hurt him so much more to see you hurt, it would kill him to see you move on. 

He could’ve been publicly affection with her, even if you were around, but he purposefully didn’t. He could see the disbelief etched on your face. It hurt watching you stammer, trying to string together a coherent thought. Always so put together while he feels like he’s barely holding on. Robb began to laugh harder at your shocked, hurt expression. It started a domino effect, one by one everyone started laughing at you. “Oh my god-“ it hurt to watch you mumble. “I am so so sorry, I don’t know why I did that-“. I do know why I’m doing this, but I wish I didn’t have to. ”What’s wrong with you?! Did you really think an alpha like me, would ever feel the same way for an omega like you?” He angrily remarked. He recalled how insecure you felt, he heard it straight from your mouth that you weren’t sure you’d find a mate, and he still said it. The word still formed in his mind and his throat gave it life and power. The crowed gasped, pockets of snickering heard throughout, but none of it stopped his tirade. He had to course correct, but his friends were egging him on. “Ignoring all the ways I’ve been rejecting you. I tried to spare your feelings, but I shouldn’t have.” He wrathfully added. He relished seeing your tears fall, he wanted to wipe them away.

“Babe it was an honest mistake.” Alison’s voice cut through the noise. He could tell by her tone she wasn’t happy with this situation. But from the way she was glaring at him, she wasn’t upset with you. He forced himself to pause, and calm down. Jacaerys watched as she approached from behind you. She was trying to entice him, remind him of his reward since he won. Jacaerys wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. He knew the movement was mechanical. His grip on her calculated. His interaction with her surgical, following a check list of things that make a boyfriend perfect. He briefly wondered how it’d feel if he put his arm around your hip. He hated you, he hated what you were doing to him. He couldn’t see a future that didn’t have you by his side. “You guys were so close until high school. Maybe he misunderstood your friendship for something more?” Alison spoke genuinely trying to defend you. A subtle reminder of what she had said earlier. You have to sit him down at some point.  Her voice reminded Jacaerys of who he should actually be thinking of and hoping for a future.  

The longer you let it go on, the worse it’s gonna hurt him. Jacaerys could see how pained you were. He was sure you’d have indents in your palm from the fists you were making. “No it’s nothing like that- I just-“ You huffed, “Jace you know me.” You begged him, your voice raw. He wanted to croon, he wanted to ease your hurt. He wanted to sink you in further. “Jacaerys, to you. We’re not friends, not anymore, or anything else, for you to call me Jace.” He fumed. He lied through his teeth. He couldn’t stomach the way his nickname fell from anyone else’s mouth, especially Alison. Jacaerys could hear the murmurs from Robb, the way his team would crack up. 

‘Told you all he was stringing her along.’ 

‘Did you see how close (y/n) and Jacaerys are? That’s not a misunderstanding.’

‘There’s not a single recruiter or scout that’ll talk to him after this.’

Jacaerys felt his future slipping from his hands, even if he considered that kiss the crowning moment of his career thus far. He had a crowning moment already, his shining touchdown had been taken from him. Touched by your soft cursed hands, your wretchedly luscious lips. His career making touchdown, his scholarship securing achievement, all tainted by you. As if he wasn’t already consumed by your presence. Now it would be tied to football too, the one escape he had was gone, it seared him within. “Is Robb telling the truth? Is football really that homophobic?” Jacaerys thought to himself. He hoped they’d still want to speak to him after this. “I don’t know you, (Y/n).” I know you better than you do yourself. Better than I know the back of my own hand. “You’re just a fucking fly.” You’re nothing. I hate how all I think about is you. I hate how much I can’t push you away. He angrily spoke, walking towards you. “Buzzing around so blissfully unaware of your surroundings, of what people reallythink of you.” He muttered, his finger jabbing into your chest punctuating his words. You skin felt soft. Would he leave bruises on you? He couldn’t care less. He wanted to kiss them better. 

“Get out of my sight.” Get out of my heart. Stay on my mind. Jacaerys spoke harshly. Jacaerys’ facade almost cracked, he could feel the regret shining through his eyes before he snuffed it out. Watching how your throat bobbed, the way your eyes seemed to reflect everything you felt within. He wanted to make you cry harder. He wanted to hold you tight and make it better. You were on the brink of crying, he could tell by the way you blinked rapidly. His expression was heartbreaking, but the moment he saw your eyes move up to him, he hardened his gaze. You always confused him, but now more than ever. What is this expression you have on? He hasn’t seen it before. It’s like you realized something wasn’t worth the effort anymore and resigned. Like you gave up on something you’ve wanted for a long time. He hoped it was him. He silently prayed that it wasn’t. Jacaerys’ eyes threatened to soften when he finally saw the first tear fall, before he reminded himself this was his goal. I wish I could’ve been kinder. I wish you had never met me. Jacaerys watched with a hardened hateful glare, even as he felt his heart ache and long to comfort you. He felt his alpha roared watching his-, no an omega walk away in pain. It begged him to run over, to drop to his knees and plead for forgiveness. To kiss away each tear, but he shoved it down. (Y/n) was not his mate, nor would he ever be. His future was here, next to him. 

“Finally Jacaerys!” Robb howled with glee. Is this who I did it for? “About time you put him in his place.” Gabe spoke up, patting Jacaerys on his back. I didn’t put him in his place, I think I just kicked him from it. “Maybe now he’ll finally leave you alone.” Elijah added with a sigh of relief. He should’ve done it a long time ago. I pray to god he doesn’t. “Was this the acceptance I wanted? Will it be worth it?” Jacaerys thought to himself. “Good evening Mr. Velaryon. My name is Charles Stark, I work at the University of Alabama. If you haven’t selected a college yet I’d love to sit down and have a chat.” He said with a smile, holding out his hand. Jacaerys didn’t react too consumed with himself. Alison elbowed his side, causing him to react. “Oh thank you Mr. Stark. I’d love that. When would you like to meet?” Jacaerys asked, shaking the man’s hand, trying his hardest to sound chipper. “Great! Also, son, don’t worry about that little slip.” He said with a reassuring smile. “Plenty of alphas find their match in unexpected ways.” He tried to reassure Jacaerys. It made him fume. He was already dealing with the consequences of your action. It made him swell with pride that someone assumed you were his. “He’s not my omega.” Jacaerys immediately rebuffed, his voice louder than intended. His chest burned as the words left his mouth. I would be so lucky. He’s been blessed to even be considered my friend. “Ah well forgive the confusion.” He spoke. “We’ll be in touch, I’ll swing on by the school tomorrow.” Charles said before leaving. 

“Jacaerys this is so good for you!” Jon shouted as he tackled Jacaerys. “U of A is such a great school for football!” Andrew chimed in. “There was never any doubt you’d go places. Especially now that you’ve dropped the dead weight.” Robb said patting him on the back. Their approval felt cheap, like getting a hundred on a test you cheated for. I think I’m the dead weight. (Y/n) finally has a chance to shine. “I heard U of A only recruits one student a year for their program!” Edward speculated. I hope he reaches new heights. I hope he crashes and burns. Jacaerys was in his own head, until Alison grabbed his hand and pulled him into her embrace. She pushed up right against him. “I hope you didn’t forget my promise.” She sultrily spoke. Her body felt wrong, it wasn’t anything like yours. Too soft in all the wrong places, her scent wasn’t comforting. It was a reminder of who he needed to be, not who he wanted to be. He smirked, pulling her in even closer. “Of course I haven’t.” He whispered. “Party at my house to celebrate!” Robb shouted as all the students present cheered. “What’s this about a party?” Laenor asked as he approached Jacaerys. “Dad where were you?” Jacaerys asked whining. “I forgot the camera in the car. Took me a while to find the car and then get the camera. How much did I miss?” He asked sheepishly. 

“I scored the game winning point.” Jacaerys proudly boasted. “Congratulations Jacaerys! I’m so proud of you.” Laenor hugged his son tightly. “He also has a meeting with a recruiter~” Alison singsonged. “Really?” Laenor asked shocked. “Jacaerys this is everything you’ve ever wanted. Why is your reaction so tempered?” Laenor asked. “Oh well (Y/n) just-“”No reason. It’s just a lot to take in.” Jacaerys cut in, shooting Alison a look. “You are?” Laenor asked looking at Alison. “I’m Alison, Jacaerys’-“”Friend. We met in science class.” He interjects, shooting Alison another look. She was beginning to tire of his shit, he could tell by the look on her face. “Oh well it’s nice to met you Alison. Speaking of (Y/n)…where is he? I was going to ask if he wanted a ride home, or to the party they’re throwing.” Laenor said dejectedly. “No need. It’s not his scene anyways.” Jacaerys immediately spoke. “So do you two want a ride to the party?” Laenor asked. “Actually can you take us to my house Mr. Velaryon?” Alison asked. “My parents can take us.” She added with a smile. “Yeah dad do you mind?” Jacaerys asked pleading. “Sure I don’t mind. Let’s go before the traffic gets any heavier.” Laenor said happily. 

Laenor lead the two of them to his car, completely oblivious to their turmoil. Jacaerys tried to hold Alison’s hand, but quirked his head when he felt her dodge his hand, or push it away. “Hey are you okay?” Jacaerys leaned down to whisper. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell your dad about me?” Alison asked quietly. His eyes widened, flashing with annoyance before he forced it away. It didn’t seem important to Jacaerys. He didn’t feel the need to define his relationship with her. 

Not like he felt with you. 

“I’m sorry Alison. I’ll introduce you properly next time I promise. Don’t be mad at me.” Jacaerys spoke the words so sweetly, so convincingly, but they were hollow. It worked though, as Alison’s scent reflected her satisfied attitude. “Okay babe. I’m sure you’re probably under a lot of stress because of (Y/n)-“”Don’t speak about him. Or anything he did today. I just want to forget it.” Jacaerys interjected letting go of her hand. He wanted to forget how he treated you. He wanted to tattoo your lips on his body. He wanted to erase all ties to you. Before Jacaerys or Alison could bicker any further they made it to Laenor’s car. “Alright get in you two.” Laenor said chipper, hopping in himself and putting on his seatbelt. Alison gave directions when needed as Laenor drove, speeding along to her house. “Have fun you two.” Laenor said softly. “And please stay safe.” He added concerned. “Thanks dad we will.” Jacaerys spoke as he hopped out of the car, grabbing his bag. “Thanks Mr. Velaryon drive safe!” Alison said as she shut the door. They walked up and into Alison’s house shutting the door, and watching as Laenor pulled off. 

Alison took a deep breath, like she was reconsidering what she promised. “Why don’t you go shower, and then we can see where the night goes?” She whispered, dragging her hand down from his chest to just above his pelvis. “Sounds good sweetheart.” Jacaerys rasped. The action elicited no reaction. He didn’t feel heat crawling through him, no pulse in his loins. “Where’s the bathroom?” Jacaerys asked looking around the home. “Second floor, second door on the right. My room is the first on the left once you’re done come in.” She winked as she went into her room. Jacaerys hopped in the shower immediately, washing off the dirt and fatigue. He wrapped his towel around his waist, his hair was drenched, clinging to his forehead. His abs rippled and shined in the light. He took a deep breath and entered Alison’s room. He felt like he was cheating on you. He was ready to cement the fact that he didn’t need you for anything. She was already in the middle of the bed wearing lingerie. She was presenting and stretching trying to entice him, and yet Jacaerys felt no blood rush downward. He approached trying his best to get in the mood, releasing his alpha pheromone, but nothing worked. He started to palm himself through his towel, but began rubbing harder and harder but his cock wouldn’t harden. Alison watched the display, Jacaerys felt his cheeks burn as shame began to take him. Alison’s smile faltered, her hand reaching to grab the bathrobe next to her. “It’s okay if you can’t get it up.” She says putting on the bathrobe and stopping his movements. 

“No it’s not.” Jacaerys argued. “I’m the typical alpha. I’m a jock, I have the hot omega girlfriend. I should be able to get it up.” Jacaerys angrily spoke. His pheromones turned with shame and regret. Alison cleared her throat, trying to manage with the heavy pheromones. “I’m suppose to be normal.” Jacaerys whispered, his voice cracking. Alison’s eyes widened as the weight of his words hit her, yet seemed to elude him. “Jacaerys listen to me.” Alison spoke softly. She stood before him taking his hands in hers. “There’s no such thing as normal. At least not in the way you’re thinking.” She said with a small smile. “You can’t go through life with a checklist of things you should and shouldn’t do.” She spoke softly. “Because you’ll end up hurting yourself and others. Like me.” Her voice cracked, Jacaerys eyes softened. He thought he didn’t care about her but he did, just not to the extent that one would expect for a mate. “I don’t want to make this about me, so we can talk about that later.” She giggled as tears flowed down her face. “What do you want?” She asked. “Not what you think society wants, not what your parents would want, not even what Robb or any of your football friends want.” She spoke with purpose, a clear intent. Jacaerys didn’t want to think about that especially now. It seemed like all roads would lead back to you no matter what. “What do you want?” She asked again, more serious, but the care evident in her face.

Jacaerys looked down, she thought he was thinking deeply about it. What could he say to her? From the first question she asked, he already knew. He didn’t have to say a name, your face popped in. Here was his girlfriend setting aside her feelings to help him. Could he actually repay her by saying someone else’s name? “I want you.” Jacaerys whispered, unable to look up at her. The words were hollow, and they burned and scraped his chest as they left. The words hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. He still couldn’t look at her. She sighed deeply, her sniffles becoming louder. “I’m breaking up with you Jacaerys.” She said softly. His head shot up to look at her. It seemed like he couldn’t have it all, like he thought he deserved. “I deserve someone who actually loves me. Someone who wants me. Someone who isn’t using me as a means to an end.” Her voice cracked on the last words. Is that what she thought he was doing? “I do love you.” Jacaerys tried to assure to no avail. “If you didn’t have that checklist would you be with me?” She asked point blank, crossing her arms and staring at him with an intensity matched only by a parent. Jacaerys hesitated. He wanted to cry, he wanted to throw up, again your face flashed in his mind’s eye. 

His mouth dropped open and closed, like a fish out of water. His alpha knew, the truth sat on his tongue, he tried to make it wither away as thought it was a horrid lie, he locked it away in his chest. He needed to fix this, he needed to preserve his future. He needed to ensure his social standing. Every time he thought to beg her for another chance, to let him prove he does love her, you came to mind again. Even now her tears and gaze don’t move him, not like your tears did, not like how he assumes your gaze would. She looks at Jacaerys like he’s beneath her and he couldn’t care less. He wagers he’d probably wither away if you stared at him even a fraction as angry as she was currently. “You can’t even answer the question.” She said breathily with a cold laugh. “Get changed and get out. Go to Robb’s party. You can tell them you broke up me.” She said softly, forcing him up and into the bathroom. Jacaerys stared into the mirror looking at himself he couldn’t recognize who he was anymore. He couldn’t bear to look at himself if he wasn’t everything everyone else expected of him. “It all went to shit.” He thought as he slammed his hands into the counter. 

“Because of fucking (Y/n).” He seethed. He felt elated his image was destroyed, if it meant he could do things that weren’t ‘socially’ appropriate. He wanted to die, he wasn’t sure this life would be worth the stares and hate. He’d already seen how others treated you when they realized how you hung on Jacaerys’ every word. He saw how it got worse when you presented as an omega. He was privy to those conversations. He participated in those conversations. He was disgusted with the way you turned this friendship into something he had get rid of. He felt his heartbeat quicken at the thought that you considered him your alpha. He felt his skin crawl the first time Robb had pointed it out. Jacaerys pulled his phone out, wanting to see if the party was still going on and if anyone was sober enough to give him a ride. He opened the football team groupchat. 

Robb: Did you guys see the way (Y/n) walked away? 😂 12:02am

Gabe: He looked so pathetic lmao 12:03am

Gabe: I thought he’d look back one time to see if Jacaerys was going after him. 12:04am

Andrew: At least Jacaerys finally managed to kick him off. 12:04am 

Robb: I wouldn’t be so sure. Omegas are suuuuper delusional, I mean he already thought Jacaerys was his mate. 12:05am

Elijah: Jacaerys has to do something even bigger now to make sure that fag stays away from him. Maybe then I’ll have a shot 😂 12:06am 

Jacaerys fought against his instincts to fend off a rival alpha, competing for what’s his. Jacaerys felt relieved someone else would have to bear the burden that you are. “Do something bigger?” Jacaerys hadn’t a clue what that meant. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to make sure you didn’t further ruin his image. 

Jacaerys: what did you have in mind? I’m open to suggestions. 12:06am 

I don’t want him any where near me anymore. I can’t stand the thought of him not being by my side.

Jacaerys: need a ride to the party btw. 12:07am 

Robb: Since you asked. 12:07am

Robb: I took a video of the whole thing. 12:08am 

Robb: Here look. 12:09am 

Jacaerys felt his heart sink. Robb managed to captured the best moment of his life on film. He had managed to catch the moment you blew up his life. Robb managed to catch the first time Jacaerys had ever doubted the path he was taking. You made Jacaerys even more steadfast in making sure he lead the perfect life. He clicked on the attachment and sure enough the video starts as soon as you had kissed him. It was satisfying hearing how he tore into you again. Each word was a sucker punch to gut, every reaction you had made him feel lighter. Every tear that you spilled made him want to sink into the earth. 

Gabe: Jacaerys you should post it 😂 12:10am 

Jon: Dude just take an Uber or a Lyft. 12:10am 

Jacaerys: Post it? 12:11am

Jacaerys: @Jon and risk some nosy driver seeing the party and calling the cops? 12:12am 

Robb: Yessss you should post it and pin it. That way if he ever feels like checking in on you the video is the first thing he sees. 12:13am 

Robb: I’m still good to drive. I’ll swing by to get you send me Alison’s address. 12:14am 

Jacaerys: Here’s my location. Text me when you’re outside. 12:15am

Jacaerys read the text, the letters blurring together. “Post it? That would embarrass (Y/n)…” Jacaerys thought. Good it’ll keep him away. I think he’d never forgive me if I do this. Jacaerys forced his mind to clear. He saved the video before opening Instagram. He selected that video, made a new post. As his fingers swiped across the screen. He was absentmindedly typing, but he decided to reread what he had written before posting. 

@JacaerysV - I need everyone who saw this happen in real time to leave me and (Y/n) alone. @(Y/n)(L/n) if you’re seeing this I am so sorry, I didn’t mean any of it. I lo [Post]

Jacaerys eyes widened as he quickly deleted the whole caption. I must be sick in the head. I know I’m in love. He consciously typed out a scathing message. He laughed thinking of what you’d look like when you read it. He felt his chest hurt when he pictured you crying over it. 

@JacaerysV - Just in case anyone missed it. Clearing the air here and now, I am very dedicated to and in love with my beautiful girlfriend, and I didn’t ask for or want what happened to me. It was fuck (Y/n) (L/n) yesterday, it’s fuck (Y/n) (L/n) today, and it’ll be fuck @(Y/n)(L/n) forever. [Post]

Jacaerys read the message over and over, again and again. It didn’t help the hollow bitter feeling he had. He didn’t harp on the fact that Alison had just dumped him, and he was still calling her his girlfriend. He didn’t care about that, or her, or his teammates. And he certainly didn’t care about…you? Jacaerys shook his head and went to post it, but his finger couldn’t do it. He couldn’t make contact. He felt his alpha instincts fighting against him, tryin to stop him from further hurting this omega. Jacaerys forced his instincts to heel, as his finger finally made contact with the post button. He didn’t feel the rush of relief he expected watching the little progress bar fill to 100%. It was live on his page. “Jacaerys?! What the fuck are you doing?!” Alison shouted through the door. He groaned, huffing as he opened the door. Alison looked pissed, angrier than she had been earlier. She was holding her phone in her hand. Jacaerys could barely make out his Instagram profile on her screen. 

“Didn’t you say I had to let him know?” Jacaerys deadpanned. Her eyes widened, an incredulous laugh boring into Jacaerys. “Don’t pretend like this is you acting on that advice.” She seethed her features hardened into a scowl and glare. “I’m just doing like you said I should. I thought you’d be happy.” Jacaerys said annoyed. He felt his cheek stinging the slap Alison landed. “No you’re doing this for own selfish reasons. If you could pretend that you had even a sliver of care for (Y/n) you wouldn’t have posted this!” She shouted her finger pointing to his newest post. “I don’t care about (Y/n). Why would I take his feelings into consideration?” Jacaerys asked angrily. “Because you’re lying! You’re not mad that he kissed you, you’re mad that he did it in public!” Alison yelled. “You’re mad that your carefully constructed image was gonna fall apart.” She fumed. “So what?!” Jacaerys shouted over her. “News flash! This persona, this…this picture perfect alpha, you keep trying to pretend you are was never going to last!” She bellowed. “You don’t know that.” Jacaerys whispered. I’m different, I could keep it going forever. He knew she was right. 

“For your sake I hope you’re right. I hope you never regret this. Because as an omega,” she breathily laughed, “I’d never, never,” she stressed heavily, “forgive an alpha who would do this,” her finger shot to her phone again, “to me.” She said with unwavering confidence. Jacaerys felt his being shake with nervousness at the thought you’d never forgive him. He forced himself to try and be happy you’d never speak to him again. “(Y/n) loved you. I could see it in his eyes. He looked at you the same way I did.” She shook her head. “The only difference was, I saw it. I saw the flickers you kept trying to hide.” She said quietly. “I saw you look at him in ways you never looked at me.” She said strongly. Jacaerys felt his heart stop, had he been that noticeable? Or was it because Alison loved him that she saw it? He prayed no one else saw it. He hoped you did.  “So I pray you never regret this.” She huffed. “Now get the fuck out of my house. I’ll turn the porch light on so you’re not waiting in the dark, but I want you out.” She seethed grabbing Jacaerys bag and heading downstairs. She flung the main door open, before tossing his bag out. Jacaerys felt nothing, not even rage, not even his alpha instincts tugged at his form. An alpha being put out of his omega’s home would certainly elicit a response. 

Why wasn’t it doing that right now? “Alison I’m sor-“”Save it Jacaerys.” Alison cut him off. “Don’t tell anyone about tonight please?” Jacaerys quietly begged. “You’re pathetic.” Alison huffed shaking her head again. “I won’t. Text me whatever story you’re gonna tell so I don’t contradict it.” She said gruffly. Jacaerys pursed his lips, his jaw tightening as he left her home. As he kneeled down to grab his bag, he saw Robb was parked and laughing uncontrollably in his car. Jacaerys felt his face heat up, as he snatched his bag up and walked to the car. Robb unlocked the door, nearly dry heaving from the laugh he was having. “Bro oh my god what happened?” Robb managed to get out. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Just drive, I need a drink.” Jacaerys said playing up how he angry he was. “I didn’t take you for someone sensitive Velaryon.” Robb teased as he put the car in drive and took them both back to his house. The moment they got there Jacaerys knocked back a few drinks in quick succession. He needed to forget tonight. He needed to numb his feelings over what he did to you. 

Another flash of your face, another shot to chase it. Another memory of the times you two had together, another beer he downed. The feelings of your lips on his, a make out session with whatever female omega was receptive to his advances. None of it helped. Even as he felt himself starting to black out, he kept thinking back to how he made you cry. He wondered if you cried harder when you realized he wasn’t chasing after you. He felt his stomach turn, even as his mind tried to make him feel happy over everything that’s happened. His phone buzzed, he couldn’t bring himself to look at it. Slowly but surely he turned the phone over. He tapped on the notification. 

Luke: Do mom and dad know about this? 1:05am

Read 1:07am

It was a link back to his post. It seemed like he had no one in his corner. Not even his brother. 

Jacaerys: No and I don’t care. Someone needed to put (Y/n) in his place. He needed to leave me alone. 1:09am 

Read: 1:09am

Jacaerys swiped away, the shame starting to mount, forcing him to acknowledge it. To come to terms with how much he had hurt someone who was like a brother to him. To hurt someone who loved him, to pain someone he loved. “Like a brother.” Jacaerys told himself, even he didn’t believe it himself. Another shot, another beer, another chaser, another make out session. All still woefully useless in taking his mind off of you. His phone buzzed again. 

Luke: You’re on your own when they find out. I’m not helping you out. 1:11am 

Luke: Don’t even think about dragging me into your mess. 1:20am

Read 1:20am 

Jacaerys stared at the words on screen. He knew his parents would side with him, he hoped at least. He locked his phone and slid it in his pocket as he felt the room spin. The bass from the stereo slowly drowning out and fading away. Jacaerys eyes fluttered shut as he passed out in Robb’s room. 

Jacaerys opened his eye. He was back on the football field. He was alone, no one to cheer him on, no one to pat him on the back and tell him he did great. He looked around until he saw you. It was like he was watching you through a portal. You were holding hands with another man, on your tippy toes to kiss him on his forehead. You were wiping something away from his face. He watched as this other alpha was giving you everything he couldn’t and wouldn’t. Watching as he held the small of your back leading you through restaurants, bars, movie theaters. Jacaerys felt his body trying to move, but he stood steadfast. He didn’t need you, this didn’t inspire any action from him. Even if he could feel his heart starting to beat out his chest. The more lovey-dovey you acted the stronger his body wanted to react. He didn’t move but he felt a hand burst out of his chest, then a leg out of his torso, until finally his head crowned out his side. Jacaerys immediately grappled himself, holding himself in place. His own resistance futile, he needed to let you go and find someone else to annoy. Find someone else to love. He was winning, this other version of him didn’t have the strength to go after what he wanted. Jacaerys looked back up to the looking glass. You and that alpha were now standing at the alter. He watched as that man put one of his hand on your waist. 

Jacaerys’ eyes widened as his other hand tilted your chin up. As you leaned in to kiss that alpha, he reacted, fusing back together with the other him. He charged through the portal, pulling the man away from you, and throwing him to the ground. He mercilessly assaulted this nameless person. “You’re not good enough for him! No one else is!” Jacaerys shouted, each word giving his fists more power. “Don’t touch him with your filthy hands!” He beat this alpha bloody, until he was still underneath him. Jacaerys pulled back breathing heavily watching as blood receded back into the alpha’s body, leaving his face unblemished. Jacaerys’ breathing caught in his throat as the puddle formed and gave shape back to the man he slaughtered. He was eye to eye with himself. “Is this what you want? To sully (Y/n) with these dirty, wretched, undeserving hands?” The Jacaerys  underneath him asked himself. “Or is that what you actually want?” He asked taunting Jacaerys. His hand shot to his head and turned it to watch you cry, his own words replaying in a discordant cacophony. 

Jacaerys shot up, chest heaving. His head was pounding, the sunlight trickling in from the windows too bright for his eyes. He looked around half expect to find you, but nothing. “Oh good you’re awake. Coach said we’d all better be in school today or we’d regret it.” Robb said as he entered his room, towel around his waist. “Especially you, since you have your U of A recruiter meeting today.” Robb said cheerfully. “Right…right.” Jacaerys uttered, his head still not fully present. He got up slowly, grabbing an extra towel before getting ready in Robb’s bathroom. “Take your time by the way! My dad is dropping us off! Come downstairs for breakfast when you’re finished!” Robb shouted through the door. “Okay! Thanks!” Jacaerys shouted back. He stood in the shower head hung, arm holding himself up as he felt the water try to wash everything away. Unfortunately for him, some things just stain too deep, too permanently. He shut the water off and began to dry himself, before grabbing his phone. He tapped the screen. 

Mom missed call (4) 

Dad missed call (3) 

Luke iMessage

Jacaerys sighed, shaking his head. His dad knew where he was all night. He opened Lucerys’ text.

Luke: Mom and dad are worried about you. Send them a text you’re alive or call them back. 6:09am

Read: 6:47am 

Jacaerys: Will do. Thanks. 6:48am

Jacaerys swiped away and opened his family groupchat. 

Mom: Luke scored three points tonight! Yesterday

Dad: Jacaerys scored tonight’s winning goal! Yesterday 

Lucerys: Congrats Jace! Looks like we both did our big one 👏🏼 Yesterday

Today

Jacaerys: Hey guys I’m alive. Sorry! I fell asleep at Robb’s house. His dad is taking me to school. I’ll see you guys later. ❤️ 

Jacaerys locked his phone putting it down as he laced his shoes up. He went downstairs to have breakfast. “Good morning Mr. Cassoway, Mrs. Cassoway.” Jacaerys greeted as he sat down. Robb’s mom immediately placed a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, and pancakes in front of him. “Thank you Mrs. Cassoway.” Jacaerys said warmly as he picked up a fork and began to eat. “So Jacaerys, Robb tells us you have a meeting today with U of A?” Mr. Cassoway asked. Jacaerys nodded, swallowing when he finished chewing. “Yes sir. I can’t wait. I hope it’s a full ride.” Jacaerys said proudly. “Congrats sport. I’m sure it will be.” Robb’s father responded. “I’m glad they’re not holding what that fairy did against you.” He gruffly said, Jacaerys froze for a second, feeling his anger and alpha rile up, before forcing himself to move past it. “I know sir. I’m glad it won’t affect my future.” Jacaerys put on a forced smile. “And good on you for putting him in his place. He shouldn’t bother you again.” Robb’s father spoke, patting him on the back. 

“Thank you.” Jacaerys managed to get out. He cut another piece of pancake stuffing in his mouth. He wanted to eat as quickly as possible and get out of here. “So Jacaerys, do you want to talk about Alison?” Robb probed, he was pushing his eggs back and forth as he watched Jacaerys’ reaction. Jacaerys swallowed what was in his mouth. “There’s nothing to talk about.” He said shrugging his shoulders. “She broke up with me. Said I was too harsh on (Y/n).” Jacaerys said offhandedly, as though he didn’t agree with her. Jacaerys pulled his phone discreetly, typed out and sent the lie he just told to Alison so she wouldn’t contradict why they broke up. “She’s a dumb omega. You know they stick together like that.” Robb said trying to make Jacaerys feel better. He didn’t know Jacaerys didn’t care about the breakup, he didn’t know Jacaerys’ true feelings. “I’d say you dodged a bullet son. An omega like that is no good. She’s probably one of those feminists, omega’s rights believers.” Robb’s dad disparaged Alison. Jacaerys wanted to say something. He wanted to disagree and tell him he’s a back water hick stuck living in the 50s. “‘Omega’s rights’ they should be thankful for what they have.” Robb uttered. “Omegas these days want more than they should. Like they don’t know their place.” Robb laughed. “Are these the people I wanted to be accepted by?” Jacaerys thought to himself. He wondered if this was the validation worked so hard for. “Haha exactly.” Jacaerys laughed, closing his eyes to really sell his amusement. It was hollow, devoid of any real meaning. Did he want to belong to spaces like this? Be around people who wouldn’t understand what a alpha man could feel for an omega man? Jacaerys thought back to you, to your tears. He thought you’d get use to it, that was your life not his. 

The rest of breakfast passed quietly, as Jacaerys finished and helped clear the table. The car ride even quieter as one of those ‘Real alpha podcasts’ played on the radio of Robb’s dad’s car. It made his stomach turn, the things he’d hear, the things he later agree with to keep the status quo. He felt like he was selling his soul. He needed this freedom. “Thanks Mr. Cassoway.” Jacaerys said as he exited the car. The walk into the school felt arduous as everyone stared at him. Some teachers turned their nose up at him, most of the omega students avoided him, some alphas too. But his friends validated him. He was ruing heading into first period. It’d be the first time he’d see you. Would you avoid his gaze? Would you pretend like you didn’t know him? He argued with himself torn between not caring and praying you wouldn’t ice him out, despite everything. As he sat down in his seat, he turned his face just enough that he could see your seat in the periphery of his eyes. Students kept coming in, omega after omega, alpha after alpha, even a few a betas, even Alison took her seat next to him, but you never did. 

For a moment he felt smug, like he’d won. Before the thought turned to ash. Was he proud of making you cry? Of driving you into hiding? The bile rising in his throat said otherwise. Were you still upset? Were you at home, in your nest, underneath your blankets, crying? The thought made him want to run out of school straight to your home. The fact that he’d gotten you to stay home to avoid him made feel triumphant. Jacaerys waited and waited, hoping you’d walk in late, but no. “(Y/n) (L/n)?” The teacher asked, he looked to your empty seat. “Ah he’s out sick today.” The teacher said looking closely at the attendance sheet. Jacaerys couldn’t believe his ears. “Out sick?” He thought it was a load of shit. He tried to pay attention in class but failed miserably, his thoughts were consumed with you. Hoping you’d get over the hurt quickly, find someone else, forgive him, and let him be your best friend again, like he should’ve been. But best friends don’t feel like this for their friend. Best friends don’t treat their friends with this much callousness. Through out the day his phone buzzed but he ignored it, thinking it was likes, comments, shares, and laughs on the video, all at your expense. Why’d he post it? Why’d he think he’d relish in your social downfall? He knew why. He had to keep repeating it to himself. You deserved it for ruining him. For ruining his idea of what a picture perfect life looks like. Throughout the whole day, each class you were absent from was another thorn in his side. But still he managed to make it through the day. 

His meeting happened during his lunch period. The recruiter from U of A said this was just a formality. That he already had a favorable, full ride plus some other expenses admissions package ready for him to sign. The man gave him until he graduated. He gave them enough to time negotiate terms and the like, if they wanted. Jacaerys thanked the man, and said he’d look it over with his parents before signing, but that he knew he wanted to go U of A. The meeting went better than he expected, the recruiter didn’t even bring up what you had done. That gave Jacaerys the confidence to finally look at his phone. He grimaced as he cleared all Instagram notifications. He had a text from his mom, something told him to ignore it. But he was good at shoving away the hard feelings, and on a high from being accepted into U of A, he tapped the notification and felt his heart stop. 

Mom: Your father and I need to talk to you. Get your ass home when school’s done. Don’t go to a friend’s house, don’t do anything else. 1:32pm

Read: 3:04pm

Jacaerys eyes widened seeing the message, each letter burning themselves into his cornea. “Shit do they already know…” He panicked. He quickly typed out a response saying he wouldn’t be home, huge project due tomorrow, gotta complete it. He turned his phone off before waiting with Robb. “Hey man.” Jacaerys greeted. “Oh what’s up Jacaerys? How’d the meeting go?” Rob responded. “It went great. I’m basically already a U of A student.” Jacaerys boasted. “Alright good shit! I see my dad waiting for me. I’ll text you.” Robb said as he moved to leave. “Ah wait! I need a favor.” Jacaerys sheepishly said. Robb turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “I think my parents know.” He whispered. “I don’t wanna go home right now.” He added. “Okay sure yea. I think my dad’ll throw a party when he hears you got into U of A.” Robb smirked, throwing his arm over Jacaerys as they walked to his dad’s car. 

Sure enough Robb’s dad did want to celebrate. He was a college football fanatic with U of A’s being his favorite team. Jacaerys managed to get him to clam down, saying his parents would throw a party for him instead. Robb’s dad still insisted on getting pizza to celebrate, with just Robb, his parents, and Jacaerys. Jacaerys accepted with a forced smile, figuring the man would be letting him stay at his house for the night. The rest of the night turned into a blur, even bleeding into the next day. Before he even realized he was already at home standing in front of the door to his home. It felt ominous, like a reckoning was upon him. As he pushed the door open, he felt the warmth he knew growing up was gone. He tried to  sneak in, but his parents were in the living room waiting for him. As were Lucerys and Joffrey. “Not so fast Jacaerys. Get in here.” Her voice simmering, her anger barely contained. “Now.” She demanded. Jacaerys felt himself shrink, he sighed as he let his bag fall from his shoulder. It fell to the ground as he went into the living room. “Hi mom, dad, Luke, Joff.” Jacaerys greeted, sheepishly, their gaze felt scrutinizing. 

“Lucerys take Joffrey and go to your room.” Rhaenyra commanded. Lucerys’ hardened gaze never left Jacaerys, even as he picked up Joffrey and left. Jacaerys could still feel the accusing eyes burning into the back of his head. “So what did you want to talk about?” Jacaerys said with a dry laugh. “Why on god’s green earth would you treat (Y/n) like that!? More over why post that video?!” Rhaenyra’s anger boiled over. “He was your best friend Jacaerys! Is that how you treat your friends? Is that how we raised you?!” She raged. “Rhaenyra is right Jacaerys. Let’s be clear, we’re not upset you rejected him, that’s your decision. But did you need to be so cruel to him?” Laenor added. “I hate him!” Jacaerys yelled. His words hung in the air taunting him, they felt hollow, like something he could hide behind. His voice silenced them. “He’s had that gay little crush on me since middle school!” He seethed. “I’ve wanted to cut him off for so long!” He laughed bitterly. “But I never could! Not with you two always asking about him, and inviting him to things I didn’t want him at.” Jacaerys spoke wrathfully. “He kissed me! In front of everyone at the game! In front of my friends, in front of the college recruiters and scouts!” He shouted. 

“What should I have done instead?” He asked breathlessly, tears forming in his eyes. “I know it was cruel, but this is the life I have to live. He didn’t fit into it!” Jacaerys shook. “So what I posted that video it’s not like everybody didn’t already know.” He crossed his arms, trying to feel that same sense of victory he felt before, but nothing came. “I hope it keeps him away, and I’m glad I don’t have to lie any longer about my relationship to him.” Jacaerys’ shoulders shook with each breath he took. Rhaenyra and Laenor locked eyes having a silent conversation, before they looked back to Jacaerys. “Jacaerys you don’t have to live this life.” Rhaenyra uttered her voice pained. “There’s nothing wrong with being gay either Jace.” Laenor added. “We adore (Y/n) yes, he’s a good boy, but you’re our son. We would’ve sided with you before this. We could’ve talked to (Y/n)’s father, we could’ve done something.” Laenor’s hand shook as he elaborated. “We didn’t raise you like this. We didn’t raise you to be such a hateful person.” Rhaenyra stuttered fighting her tears. “If your goal was to break (Y/n) and keep him away from you…you’ve succeeded.” Rhaenyra revealed with a shuddering breath. She stopped for a beat, hoping for the slightest flicker of remorse from her son but nothing. “Jacaerys you will take down the video,””But-!””BUT NOTHING!” Rhaenyra shouted over him, he hung his head as her alpha scent demanded his obedience. 

“You will delete that video from your Instagram, and all copies. You’ll give us the names of anyone you’ve sent it to.” Rhaenyra listed. “I didn’t take the video. It was sent to me.” Jacaerys mumbled. “Then you’ll give us the name of whoever took the fucking video.” She snapped back. Jacaerys head shot up, his eyes wide and full of fear. “No, no, no I can’t betray my teammates.” Jacaerys tried to argue. “So you’re telling me you can’t betray people you’ve know for, a little under three years, give or take, but you can betray someone you’ve known since you were in diapers.” Rhaenyra sarcastically remarked. The words hit him like a slap in the face. “Jacaerys this isn’t just a school matter anymore.” Laenor uttered. “(Y/n)’s dad filed a police report.” He revealed closing his eyes. “He’s not pressing charges as long as the video is deleted.” He added. “Does that fit in to your life Jacaerys? Hmm? Does being a convicted felon fit your perfect alpha image?” Rhaenyra spat angrily. Jacaerys couldn’t speak, his mind racing and consumed with guilt and shame. “I just asked you a question Jacaerys.” She said strongly. “No.” He managed to get out. “Good, at least that opinion hasn’t been corrupted.” Rhaenyra huffed. 

“You are also to stay away from (Y/n).” Laenor started. “Everywhere. In public, through text, call, you are to stay away from him.” Laenor listed. Jacaerys eyes flashed with hurt, regret, he felt his alpha roaring with indignation, being told to stay away from this omega. Rhaenyra and Laenor shared another knowing look before Jacaerys willed it away, and hardened his gaze. “Okay.” He sighed, he could taste defeat. “If I apologized to him, would that make this go away?” He asked, his intention and emotion worn on his sleeve. “What part of ‘stay away from (Y/n)’ was confusing Jacaerys?” Laenor asked. Jacaerys deflated, shrinking into his seat. “Jacaerys, truthfully, I don’t think there’s anything you could do or say to make this just go away.” Rhaenyra said sadly. “These are the terms (Y/n)’s father has laid out to avoid pressing charges. If you want to break them and risk the life you’ve been putting together, that’s your choice.” Rhaenyra elaborated. Jacaerys felt anger rising, he couldn’t understand why his parents were reacting like this. “You’re choosing him over me.” He bitterly laughed. “You’re choosing to defend him instead of fighting for me.” Tears welled in his eyes, he swiped at them angrily, like a child trying to hide his hurt. 

Rhaenyra and Laenor both softened, they stood up, grabbing him and pulling him over to their couch. Sandwiching him in between them. “Jacaerys we’re not choosing him over you. You did something horribly cruel. (Y/n)’s father is responding appropriately, and so are we.” Laenor stated. “Do you realize what you’ve done Jacaerys? Posting that video- it could be seen as a hate crime. Do you want a felony on your record? Do you want to throw your future away?” Rhaenyra asked softly. Jacaerys shook his head, but the idea that he had to stay away from you made his stomach turn. It was what he wanted but now that it’s been reversed, he can’t stand it. “So we’re following (Y/n)’s fathers’s request to the letter.” Rhaenyra added. “You are our son, and we will always choose you. But you made your bed and now we have to do this.” She said pursing her lips. Rhaenyra watched as Jacaerys sat there quietly, his eyes staring off at the wall. It seemed like the weight of her words, the crushing cruelty of his actions were finally setting in. “I want to apologize anyways.” Jacaerys whispered. Rhaenyra and Laenor looked at each other, before Rhaenyra took a breath. “Tell you what Jacaerys. Why don’t you write (y/n) a letter instead?” She asked gingerly, taking his hand into hers. “I’ll hand deliver it myself, and I’ll let you know if (Y/n) reads it.” Rhaenyra offered up.  

Jacaerys can’t stomach any of this, just yesterday he had your lips on his, and today he’s being told to never speak to you again. And now he was suppose to be fine with writing you a letter? The whole notion scared him. It was raw, too real. It was paper evidence that he wasn’t the alpha he claimed to be. Paper evidence that he cared for you deeper than he’d like to admit. Putting pen to paper would make everything real. “Fine.” Jacaerys nodded. “I’ll write it, but I don’t think he’ll care.” He mumbled. His parents hugged him tighter, a small smile tugged at Jacaerys’ lips. “That’s a good boy. Who knows maybe in time (Y/n) will reach out?” Laenor added, sounding unconvinced, but it didn’t phase or hurt Jacaerys. He took the small comforts with greed. “Oh! Look, we need to go over this.” Jacaerys exclaimed excitedly. “U of A gave me a full ride scholarship admission.” He said perking up immediately. Laenor and Rhaenyra took the contract and admissions form. They looked it over intently, murmuring about this provision or that insurance policy. “When does he need a response by?” Rhaenyra asked. “We should have our lawyer look at this before you sign it.” Laenor added. “He said I have until graduation.” Jacaerys said happily. 

Even as he sat here smiling over his acceptance, despite the verbal lashing he just received. Even as he watched his parents called their lawyer to go over the contract and see how favorable it really was, Jacaerys couldn’t focus. He was too caught up in you. In what he had done, in the guilt and catharsis, in being told to stay away and not wanting to, you still plagued his thoughts even if he told himself he didn’t want you to. Like a parasite he couldn’t get rid of, you cemented yourself in his mind. Your form, your face, your scent, the ghost of your finger tips on his hands, the feeling of your lips on his took root, twisting and entangling itself so that he couldn’t be fully known without your name coming up at least once or twice. 

In the days after, he would sit at the desk in his room after school, loose leaf paper in front of him. All he could manage was a greeting and a collection of scribbles. 

Dear (Y/n), 

I’m sorry if you got your feelings hurt 

“This doesn’t sound right.” Jacaerys murmured as he dragged his pen through the sentence. 

If you didn’t do this to me none of this would’ve happened 

“Why do I keep blaming him?” Jacaerys argued with himself, another strike out. His finger points everywhere but inward. 

I wish I had valued you

“Can’t write that.” He mumbled crossing it out. 

I wish I had been braver

“This isn’t enough. I wish I could…” Jacaerys trails off as he scribbles the words out.

I’m sorry. I miss you.

Jacaerys groaned frustratedly as he clutched the paper crumpling it up into a ball before throwing it into the trash. He didn’t realize how bad he was at saying sorry. Had he always been like this? Had he always blamed others for his actions? He can count the number of times he’s said sorry to you, but he doesn’t have enough fingers to count the times you’ve said it to him. He sighed deeply, running a  hand through his hair before grabbing another sheet of loose-leaf paper. 

Dear (Y/n),

I’m sorry. I miss you. 

He folded the piece of paper into thirds before sliding it in an envelope. He grabbed it and walked downstairs finding her in the kitchen. “Here mom.” Jacaerys sheepishly said, the tips of his ears flushed red. Her hand grabbed it, but he struggled to let go. He didn’t know what this would mean if he saw you in school again. “I couldn’t think of much, but it’s a start…I think.” He said softly, he let the letter go, remembering why he even wrote it in the first place. “Alright I’ll bring it over to him and let you know.” Rhaenyra said warmly, tousling his hair. She watched as he went back up the stairs. She grabbed her car keys and exited her home. Jacaerys heard her car start up, her wheel squeaked as she pulled out before heading down the street. Jacaerys laid in bed looking at the glow in the dark star stickers on his ceiling. He smiled as he remembered the day you gave them to him and helped him put them up. “I know you said you’re not scared of the dark, but just in case I stay over it’ll help me sleep.” He remembered the way you said it. You knew he was afraid of the dark, you’d seen his nightlight before when he forgot to hide it. He didn’t realize it then, but you lied and said it was for you, when you knew it was for him. He believed you, but now that he thought about it, he’d never seen a nightlight in your room. For the first time, even through the anger he felt, he didn’t insult you, nor did he push away the warmth he felt building. He just let it be, remembering what it was like to be young and hanging out with you. Jacaerys wondered if he’d see you at school again. He wondered if he’d see you anywhere. It’s a small town and even though he’s kept his eyes peeled he’s not seen hide nor hair of you. It left an ache he couldn’t ignore, his heart felt heavier with each day he didn’t see you. 

The moment he returned to school after speaking with police and cyber security, he searched the entire building for you. It’d been a month, thirty days, he hadn’t seen you. If you were hiding from him, or swapped classes, he resolved to find out. He wouldn’t break the boundary your father set, he just needed- no, wanted to see your face. The minutes to the first bell counted down and Jacaerys had looked through the whole school he couldn’t find you. It’s like you poofed into thin air. He did that song and dance for a month, exhausting himself before he resigned himself to the fact that these were the consequences of his actions. He felt the days blur together, he saw your face in every passing stranger. He swore he caught a whiff of your scent once in the bathroom, he spent an embarrassing amount of time waiting to see if it was you. He wanted to walk by your home see if he could catch you or your father by surprise. He needed something, a sign he hadn’t succeeded, but nothing happened. Jacaerys eyes widened, as a realization dawned on him. Your father said he couldn’t come near you or contact you. He didn’t say anything about just looking at your socials. 

His phone sat in his hand, weighing like it was made from tungsten. “I shouldn’t…” Jacaerys thought to himself. Would the pay off of seeing you or even contacting you be larger if he waited? He still feels guilty over what he did, what if breaking no contact only makes him worse? Jacaerys silently opened Instagram, heading over to search your @. He stared confused at the results. 

No account found. 

The words on screen taunted him, they were ridiculing him for all he’s done. He breathed hard through his nose. He goes to his DMs he knows he didn’t delete your messages on there. When he clicked on your thread, he felt even more confused. 

You cannot message this account. 

He didn’t want to believe what this meant—he couldn’t accept it. He clicked view profile, hoping it’d take him to view your curated page. As he stared at the loading screen a flood of memories rushed through his mind. “Why are so many of your posts of me?” Jacaerys asked, his voice barely hiding his disgust. He absentmindedly scrolled through your page, his anger growing as he realized he was in a majority of the photos you posted. “You’re my best friend Jacaerys. If it bothers you I can stop.” You said with a sad smile. Jacaerys felt himself heat up from your admission. He wanted to tell you to stop, but he couldn’t form the words. He cleared his throat. “Do what you want it’s your page. Just thought it was a little weird.” He stated.  He wish he hadn’t brought it up then. He wished he’d been honest about how your page being all him, made him feel like he was unstoppable. He felt a pang in his chest, his eyes widened, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears, as he took in the words on screen. 

This account does not exist.

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My life every single day, it’s either barely any fics or they’re all x fem readers…like it’s not fair 😭

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Can I have a smutty dictionary? Or a list of smutty words?

Sure! Now, this is definitely incomplete; these are the ones I use most often. If you have any to add, please do!

“The Smut Writer’s Dictionary”

Arousal/Anticipation

hot

warm

burn

ache

heat

swell

red/pink flush

roil

dizzy

foggy

rush of [heat, for example]

heavy

heady

intoxicating

thick [air/atmosphere]

thrum

ignite

desire

pulse quickened

tempt

tantalizing

throb

excite

prickle

tingle

turn on

What People Look Like

disheveled

blissed out

eyes glazed over

eyes rolled back in head

flushed

sweaty

glistening

mouth open

eyes closed

General Movement

clutch

crawl

slap

swat

smack

nuzzle

fidget

squirm

fast

slow

lift

fold

embrace

melt into/against

bend

shove

wiggle

wriggle

tuck

glide

clenching/unclenching

General Touching

caress

graze

brush

stimulate

flick

massage

skim

drag

shiver

goosebumps

flutter

grope

fondle

pet

pleasure [as in: pleasured himself]

nudge

stroke

feather-light

tease

probe

wander

knead

capture

grip

Kissing/Rimming

suck

bite 

nibble

lick

slide

wet

flick tongue at/against

bite

bury [his face] in

ravish

dip [tongue into]

weave lips together

capture [his] lips

press a kiss against

drop a kiss to [body part]

Noises

grunt

growl

moan

groan

sigh

breath hitching

gasp

sharp intake of breath

exhale

cry

keen

whimper

whine

hoarse

ragged

garbled

strangled

croak

shout

Verbs for Speaking

breathe

whisper

sigh

gasp

groan

moan

grunt

growl

order

snap

spat

cry

murmur

mumble

beg

whimper

whine

croak

Preparation

finger

open [himself] up

work [himself] open

pump [fingers/toy] in and out

spread

shove

slick/slicken

lubed [himself] up

Blow Job

lick

suck

envelop

wet

mouth at [something]

slobber

dripping

flick tongue at/against

blow

drool

Hand Job/Masturbation

pump

twist

squeeze

rub

fondle

cup

stroke

palm

tap

grip

Dry Humping

grind

rub

rock

hump

roll hips together/against

Fucking

push in

press in/against

slide in

breach

pop in

bury [himself] in/into/inside

in to the hilt

penetrate

sink down on

split open

tight

fill

roll

thrust

drive

pound

rock

bounce

buck

slam

meld

frantic

fuse

pace [fast or slow, for example]

clench

grind

Orgasm/Words for Feeling Pleasure

come/cum

climax

peak

topple over

fall over

tumble over

let go

spill

contract

convulse

writhe

quiver

shiver

shudder

shoot

tremble

ejaculate

pulse

pulsate

twitch

arch [his back]

blissed out

spasm

burst

reeling

throb

tremor

ecstasy

swallow

shockwaves

release

spurt

jerk

Taste

tangy

sweet

bitter

salty

Smell

musky

heady

intoxicating

tangy

sweet

Cooldown/Cleanup

sticky

sweaty

glistening

chest heaving

wipe

dab

wash

spent

soften

flagged [as in: his cock flagged]

fulfilled

satisfied

left reeling

cuddle

snuggle

plaster [as in: plastered themselves together OR plastered to each other’s side]

flop around

boneless

limp

Words to Describe Cock

cock

dick

shaft

tip

ridge

hard

firm

glisten

thick

length

red

flushed

engorged

throbbing

quivering

twitching

Words to Describe Feelings/Touches/Movements/Sensations

gentle

soft

rough

hard

fervid 

feverish

fervor

passionate

vulnerable

exposed

sensual

silky

fleeting

prickle

tingle

tender

warm

electric

spark

Misc. Smutty Words and Phrases

with abandon

need

want

overcome

erupt in [goosebumps, for example]

pliant

viscous

erotic

long for

yearn

yield

urge

bloom [as in: color bloomed across his cheeks]

intimate

relax

vigorous

thrill

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Pairing:: ##alpha!sanzu haruchiyo x omega!m!reader

warnings ;; NSFW, omegaverse, freaky sanzu, multiple creampies, ear licking (1), squirting, semi-public sex (kinda, sorta), mpreg, knotting, breeding, Reader has both genitals but is AMAB, short

A/N: first time posting, kinda nervous!! >< (also, I'm not good w smut, but i tried

Sanzu held onto the man's hips, and he plopped him up and down on his dick.

A creamy ring formed at the base of Sanzu's dick after he knotted his omega about 3 times so far.

The two were trying for a kid.

Sanzu growled as the sopping wet hole gripped around him like its life depended on it.

[Name] had his arms wrapped around his husband's neck as the two sloppily made out.

'FWAP!' , 'FWAP!' , 'FWAP!'

The two moaned in unison as Sanzu emptied himself inside for the 4th time, stuffing [Name] up and full of his offspring.

[Name] let out a high squeal followed by a soft moan as he came, cum shooting out his dick as he squirted around Sanzu; covering his dick in the juices from his pussy.

The two laid there and caught their breathes as Sanzu's knot would take a minute to calm down.

Soon he pinned his lover down onto the bed and continuously rammed into him.

He was addicted to [Name] and his pussy. He couldn't stop thrusting his knot into the man who was below him.

"Mmm.. f-..fhuckk— your pussy feels so ghood!—" Sanzu slurred.

The bed creaked and jammed against the thin walls of the cheap motel.

At this point, they could care less if anyone heard them. The squelching of cum and slick was heard as Sanzu sped up his pace.

[Name] could only whimper and whine under him as his world was rocked.

[Name] had his legs held up from behind his knees as he was folded into a mating press, squeals and thrills leaving his mouth as Sanzu hit his sweet spots dead on.

[Name] clenched around him as he came once more and squirted slick around Sanzu's dick.

Sanzu's dick was covered in cum and slick as multiple of his veins rubbed the gummy, wet velvet walls of [Name].

[Name]'s ears and cheeks turned a flustered pink/red as his mate groaned and panted into his ear, licking it in the process as well.

The two wouldn't stop until [Name] looked stuffed enough and full of cum.

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Okay so hear me out.

Sanzu x reader but it's an arranged marriage for connections between Bonten and another Yakuza. But the entire time reader is just kinda forced to dress as a girl because his dad didn't have a daughter to shuffle off to Bonten, so when Sanzu gets time alone with reader and actually gets to talk to him and hug him - he finds out reader is a guy and is just like "WTF- Wait I actually like this better" or something.

Absolutely uwu

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

(name) was uncomfortable as he was dressed and polished, makeup making his face look more feminine than it was.

He hated that he looked like this.

He was going to his "engagement party" with Bonten higher ups, he was being married off to bontens second, he didn't even know who he was. He just hoped it wouldn't go south.

He didnt know who he was, what to do as he walked into the venue, both Bonten and (Yakuza) were guarding the grounds as (name)s father left him by the arm as if he were a daughter and (name) wanted to claw his eyes out with his manicured nails "behave, fail and I will /kill/ you" (name) wasn't even a spare, third born and just a chip for his father so he knew he was serious. The venue was impressive, many people from various organizations there along with political leaders, it was quite the event.

He was never celebrated this much.

Cremes and pinks, gold silverware and expensive plates along the white tables and the marble reflected the expensive chandeliers.

It was all too much.

"Your fiance saved no expense for you" his father said and practically threw him to the wolves to get a drink.

He just wanted to scream.

He was greeted and congratulated by everyone before he even got to meet his future husband, everyone commenting about how lucky Sanzu was to get with such a beautiful girl, all of them pretending like it was love at first sight, not knowing (name)s secret. He didn't even know who this "Sanzu" was, the entire time being chatted up by others and talks about future children being wed for stronger bonds, (name) wanted to puke.

"So you're the little bird our Sanzu is marrying" a white haired man with a tattoo on the side of his head commented and glanced at "her" up and down almost judgingly but made a sound of approval "he wouldn't shut up about you, he's absolutely smitten from a photo" he said passively before smirking if you grow bored of him let me know"

Gross.

(Name) concluded he did not like the one he learned was named Koko who mentioned Sanzu was off assisting their boss with something of importance, (name) wasn't sure what and he didn't know if he wanted to know.

He stood at the window, the venue being at the top floor of a luxury hotel, the city looking tiny from this high and the lights of Tokyo lit up (name) in a way that made him look ethereal, the city reflecting off his eyes.

"I was looking for you" a voice said calmly and a man walked beside him and stared at the city below with his fiance "beautiful" he said no longer looking at the city lights but at the painting of a "woman" before him, never let it be said that Sanzu wasn't romantic, he only was when he chose to be.

Like now, the man pulling (name) close from behind to look at the city and kissing his hand gently "you truly are a sight" he whispered in his ear and kissed gently and (name) yelped at the sound and Sanzu halted, he wasn't as easily fooled "are...are.. you a man?" He asked pinning (name) to the glass and looking at him fully, taking in the features.

"M-my father... He didn't have a daughter so he used me instead... I'm sorry for lying to you but I wasn't exactly given choice... I understand if you want to leave" Sanzu was pissed yes, he was lied to and given a man instead of a woman...but he was still that beauty he fell hopelessly in love with.

His pretty little doll.

"I'll keep you, it's better honestly that youre a man" Sanzu looked critical as he looked over at (name) "everyone will be looking for a helpless bride when in reality it's a pretty little husband" he pulled (name) close and his lips ghosted the poorly huffed Adams apple "I mean how could one miss this?" He huffed out a laugh as his piercing eyes stared into (name)s entire being "letting go of such a beauty would be fucking stupid after all"

(Name) let Sanzu kiss him as they hid from their own party "you're coming back with me, I'll have people collect your shit" he said simply and bit into (name)s shoulder possessively "get used to me baby, because you're /never/ getting rid of me"

And (name) in his heart of hearts... Didn't want to get rid of him, the man who despite it all looked at him like he hung the moon.

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VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

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little sneak peak of a new chapter of the possessive pro heroes x male reader! sorry if it’s been a while for a update! this chapter will be a bit longer! coming soon! i hope that the people that i tagged are happy to know it’ll be coming soon!:3 @eeveedragonxd @xrisdoesntexist @forgetaho

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⋆｡˚ ♰・the 11th harbinger, tartaglia x top reader

┈─ ・explicit content. minors dni. doggy style. mating press. dom/sub dynamics. brat taming. degrading kink. manhandling.

something about putting tartaglia in his place after he makes a rant over how easy it would be to beat you, only to get his face pressed into the training mat and stuffed full just has me hooked. tartaglia who is more than confident that he would win against you yet here he was, whining about how big your cock felt as blue irises roll back within his skull. chest pressed against the floor as you hold his hips up, drool dribbling down his chin while his hands ball into fists. tartaglia who can't even get a proper sentence out due to just how fucked out he was, desperate gargles and cries spilling from him while his cock leaks between his thighs from all the manhandling. "mngh– h-haahh~... right there, fuck! please.."

call him names. a whore, a slut, even a filthy mutt, anything and he's back to trembling. tartaglia who would still attempt to behave like a brat, he'll talk back to you with his remaining resolve. grab a handful of ginger hair and tug him back against you so that his back was pressed flush against your chest, fatui sparring grounds echoing in the sound of skin collision and his pathetic moans. tartaglia who knows how to keep quiet but when it had come down to you? that knowledge seemed to fog from his mind. allow your cockhead to press against his prostate, watch how he falls apart while another orgasm washes through him. tartaglia who would love every position as long as it's you putting him in them.

doggy, prone bone, mating press, cowgirl. he may complain about it afterwards when he's left with a limp but never will he consider stopping you from ramming the brat from his system, now i am a firm believer that tartaglia's favorite position would be any of where you would use your strength to pin him down completely. tartaglia who is extremely expressive, eyebrows pinched together while you fill him up or jaw slack as cum spurts from his cockhead. "good boy, you think you can give me another one? yeaa you can"

obsessions﹒⫘﹒@banquetlord @astroknottt @nymime @kaiiseru @asuyaka @immurrsed @glorious77 @infrunamie @eli-chris @baileehyuk @theirbf.

© 2023 dilfverz. ─ please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission.

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Mirror, Mirror

Patrick Bateman x Male!reader

Warning: smut, top!reader, hair pulling, unprotected sex, overestimation, mirror sex, name calling, not beta read

Request(s):

@girislovegirislife asked

Uhm hey I've never requested anything before so I'm pretty nervous but um could I request Patrick and fucking him while making him look into a mirror

@elonhater69420 asked:

I need a patrick bateman x male n dominant reader 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 like calling him a dirty whore and rearranging his guts (I have no shame, no longer being anonymous 😽)

(a/n: I've returned from writers block hell. Also, let me know if y’all see any mistakes in this lol)

You've never liked Patrick's house, it was too sterile, and everything about it felt overly meticulous. One thing you did like was his bedroom, for multiple reasons, one being the giant mirror he had facing his bed. The day you saw the mirror, something seemingly clicked into place in your mind, some kink that you've seemingly locked in your subconscious hitting you full force. You did what any reasonable person would do in your situation.

Patrick Bateman was on his hands and knees, moaning as his hole practically sucked in your cock, Patrick liked to see himself fuck, it made him feel strong and confident, but getting fucked, watching himself come undone and fall apart on your cock wasn't something he saw himself doing. But now he was face to face with his reflection as you pounded into him from behind, he almost wanted to look away, but you were in charge tonight and you'd ordered him not to.

His whole body shivered as you fucked him, he could feel your cock deep inside him, enticing every last on of his sensitive nerves. Every thrust pushed him closer and closer to cumming, his cock swinging between his shaking legs, his lips parted as he moaned and whimpered.

“Y/n-” he gasped out at the tip of your cock pressed harshly against his prostate.

Pleasure shot through every nerve in his body, his skin felt hot and he could barely look at his disheveled form until you made him, grabbing him by his hair you forced him to look up at himself.

He saw you grin in your reflection as a surge of pain enveloped his scalp, you released him a second later, a satisfied look on your face.

“Don’t look away.” you said, your voice slightly breathy, but stern nonetheless.

Patrick let out a whimper and his tights trembled, you watched tentatively as his hips spasmed and thick cum shot out of his cock and onto the pure white sheets. Pleasure coursed through his body and without a moment's notice he collapsed, his sore arms giving out and his hip being purely held up by you.

He gasped for air as you kept fucking him through his orgasm, whimpering into the sheets.

You pulled out and practically dropped Bateman on the bed. He used that moment to rest, but it ended quickly as you manhandled him into your lap.

“Look, baby, look at yourself,” you said, one arm wrapped around Patrick's body, the other gripping his jaw, keeping his head straight as you fucked into him, he sat naked in your lap, his body fully exposed, his cock quickly grew hard again as you fucked up into him. His hands gripped your thighs, fingernails leaving little moon-shaped marks on your skin.

You moved your hand from his jaw to his thigh, forcing his legs open just past his limit, you could feel his muscles straining beneath his skin.

“Look at you, all spread out like the dirty little whore you are.”

He let out an absolutely erotic moan and you could feel his hole clench at your words. He felt so tight around you, his hips grinding down to meet yours with every thrust, you almost laughed at how desperate he was.

“Fuck, you like that don't you, Bateman, you like it when I call you a whore huh?”

He whispered out a quiet ‘yes’, he mind practically melting out of his ears with how fucked out he was.

It didn't take long for him to cum again, his eyes were barely open as he did, practically shouting as his overstimulated body forced out another orgasm, cum dripping down his cock and onto his thighs.

“Y/n-” he muttered out, “Fuck, ah-”

He let his head fall back onto your shoulder, loud moans sounding from the back of his throat.

It truly was a sight to see, getting to see Patrick all fucked out in your lap.

Then, just because you could, you wrapped your hand around his soft cock and stroked it in sync with your thrust.

Patrick shouted, his hips jerking back against you.

“Cum for me, Patrick,” you panted, “like the good whore you are, come on baby”

And he did, hard and loud, cum shooting up onto his stomach. With a show like that you followed soon after, panting as you filled his tight hole with your cum, feeling it leak out into your lap.

Panting, you let yourself floor backward onto the bed with Patrick on top of you.

“Fuck,” you panted heavily, “I love that fucking mirror.”

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Slasher with a s/o that likes to nap

Slashers x male reader

(a/n: Taking a mini break from smut and by that I mean I'll probably be writing it again in like 3 days.)

Warning: Billy Lenz being horny.

Characters (in order of appearance): Stu Macher, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Vincent Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Michael Myers, Herbert West.

Stu Macher is also a napper. Maybe not to the extent that you are but honestly he's getting pretty close. He likes to hang out in your room while you nap, looking through all of your trinkets and shit, he’ll wake you up if he finds something particularly interesting or confusing, or if he gets bored enough.

You have a very strict schedule, pre-dewalling, you didn't have much time for naps. But when you did, Brahms would sit and watch you through little holes in the wall, maybe even dozing off for a bit with you. After he's come out, he’ll cuddle up with you, whether he's actually sleeping or not is a mystery but you don't mind the company. In a way, to him, it feels like a good deviation from the schedule he's stuck to for his entire life.

No, Billy will never let you sleep. Horny bastard. He will lay behind you and for a split second you think he's decided to have a peaceful afternoon nap but then he starts rutting against you and you realize that no, he's just horny again. (I mean if you don't mind just let him go to town and then convince him in his satisfied haze to take a nap but that's up to you).

Vincent is also a nap taker. Look at him and tell me he doesn't take a good nap. Plus his sleep schedule is so far outta wack he’d really appreciate it if you sometime would ask him to join you for a nap. If he comes home and you're already asleep he's definitely joining you. If he wakes up before you or isn't tired he'll sit with you, draw or make tiny wax figures, all in your general vicinity so he can still be with you without waking you up.

Billy is a bitch, truly and honestly. He will not let you rest, he will sneak into your room and intentionally slam the door or window he came through, or stomp around your room or “accidentally” drop something heavy on the floor until you wake up. He a dick, we know this. But if he decides he wants to nap with you he has to havd absolute silence.

Michael Myers should definitely take more naps, but as he is not it's not going to happen. He will watch you nap though, usually from the doorway or the corner of your room. If he's feeling particularly clingy that day he’ll sit next to you, maybe he'll talk to you a bit, his voice quieter than normal, telling you about his day, or anything interesting he'd found about his victims, really just letting himself ramble while you slept.

Don't fall asleep in his lab he will take blood samples from you. He’ll call Dan to come and get you but the moment Dan tries to pick/wake you up he tells him to leave. You have woken up to random body parts, both human and animal, just sitting in a tray next to you (you're in his space but he doesn't want you to leave but he still needs his space). He might, might nap with you on occasion, but neither of you must ever speak of it afterwards.

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