Mean!rafe X Mean!reader Where Rafe Locks Her Out On The Balcony Of His Room Or In His Truck During A

mean!rafe x mean!reader where rafe locks her out on the balcony of his room or in his truck during a party while they’re fighting and someone calls the police? you can decide the ending :)

okay i'm gonna write this as a part 2 to this

rafe should, in a perfect world, would be nervous about the flash of crimson and blue outside the cameron home, the perturbing colors fluttering across his ceiling through the window to his right. but his perfect world is the lack of sirens - no wailing alarms for the other inhabitants of the home to rise them from sleep and therefore ask questions he won't answer. but it still rouses the brat at his side, and he's aware of such when you reach up and pat endearingly at his cheek to go answer the knock on the door.

the effects of various intoxicants are starting to dwindle in their effects, and rafe buries a heel into an eye sockets when he travels to the first floor, catching a glimpse of the officer through the window beside the door.

he's already a grumbling mess when he fumbles with the lock and rips the door open. "can i help you?"

you're padding down the steps, toes curling against the cold wood and arm stretched over your brows to cast your eyes once more into shadow.

the man in uniform murmurs something unintelligible into the walkie strapped to his chest before clearing his throat. "we received a call about a disturbance at the thornton residence?"

rafe squints, but the expression doesn't do anything to hide the scowl. "the fuck you doing here, then?"

a woman rambles from the black box on the cop's vest, and you finally find rafe, wrapping an arm around his bicep. "what's going on?"

the officer glances at you. "it was about a young woman, around the age of 20... well let's just say the description was of yourself, ma'am. you were found outside of a vehicle for an extended period of time, clearly intoxicated and in the chill of the night. the caller was just concerned, and we wanted to follow through with a standard welfare check to assure everything was alright."

you pinch into rafe's side before any smart remarks can slip off his tongue, and he almost steps on your toe out of spite. "i'm perfectly fine, officer." you lie through your teeth. "i chose to sit outside, it was of my own volition. rafe didn't know i had left, that's all."

it takes every ounce of rafe's energy to not spit at the feet of the male who woke him up for this, and when he departs with safe wishes, rafe refrains from slamming the door shut behind his back.

"see? this is what happens when you're an asshole, rafe. karma's going to bite your ass." you turn up the stairs again, scoffing with hungover annoyance and wishing for his bed once again.

rafe follows after you with heavy feet, eyes narrowing into slits. he reaches up, plucking at the elastic fabric of the cheeky underwear once hidden under his sweatshirt. it snaps back against your sensitive backside, and you whip around with angry eyes, but he's already rolling his. "just shut up already, jesus."

Plagued by you

r.q: requesting this please, alicent's daughter x jacaerys… and an angry confession.. "I burn for you." type ❤️😭 like he wants to her to come with him and be team black.

c.w: Otto doesn't go to Dragonstone you do; alicents daughter!reader, minor angst, dialogue heavy, reader “hates” jacaerys, hints of rhaelicent, not proofread

w.c: 1.6k (finally a shorter jace fic…)

a.n: anthony bridgerton ass confession lmaoo, hope you all enjoy :3

part two part three

You were currently pacing back and forth in the room rhaenyra allowed you to stay in on Dragonstone. You had come to see her, to ask her to declare for Aegon. She had obviously argued back and forth with you, up until nightfall where she said she would retreat for the night and the two of you could finish this tomorrow in the morning before you flew back in the morning. You argued that you would leave right then but only to find out that it had begun to storm so heavily. Realizing you would not be able to travel anywhere in this weather you reluctantly agreed and here you were.

In truth you did not want to come here. You had begged your mother to send someone else to anyone else but she was instant it be you. 

“Mother, why not send grandsire? He will be a much better negotiator than me.” she fiddles with your cloak, a far away look on her face before she moves to cup your face.

“Rhaenyra certainly likes you more than she likes him. She will treat you kindly.”

“She will say no mother you know this.” 

She lets out a trembled sigh and grips your face tightly in her hands and presses her forehead against yours “If not for his sake you must try, for me. For my sake I do not wish for this to go to. To see her harmed.” 

You've always known your mother has a very complicated relationship with rhaenyra if you can even call it that. She hated her, or at least that's what it seemed to be. 

She turns and grabs your bag before giving you a knowing look. 

“And I know you also have some unresolved things, do not deny it. I can recognize that look on your face. You must let these things go. Lest you end up like me.” 

You feel sick at the idea of Him. You hate jacaerys velaryon. Him and his stupid pride, his stupid face. His stupid everything. You have never hated anyone the way you hate him. You never understood how much a person could hate someone seemingly as much as your mother seemed to hate rhaenyra. The way she seemed to be all she could talk and even think about, going on endless rants to the point you felt you knew more about rhaenyra than your own mother. Until you met him. Now though you understood her completely, when you were no more than six jacaerys became the target of your anger.

Due to his torment of your twin brother aemond you quickly began to hate him. You would spend all your free time thinking of him and how to get back at him. The two of you always bickered and argued, when you would look over at him he was always already glaring at you. 

You were more than relieved he and his family were leaving after the incident at driftmark, but there was a part of you that when your days dragged on you began to miss him. Tormenting him of course there was no way you actually wished to spend time with him, there was no way…. Definitely not.

You haven't seen him during your time here. You would think he would be in the room where you were negotiating but he was nowhere to be seen. You did not want to ask about him, though the question has been on the tip of your tongue.

Suddenly there was some aggressive knocking on your door and you froze, turning towards it holding your breath. “Who is it?” there's no answer but you know exactly who it is and hesitant for a moment contemplating if you should even let him in. You end up swiftly making your way towards the door and opening it just a bit, planning on telling him to just go away but before you can say anything he's pushing his way into the room storming past you with an angry look on his way. You lean against the door to support yourself as you feel lightheaded just looking at him. 

“You are an absolutely ridiculous woman.” you do not speak, unable to, only able to watch as he runs his hand through his curls and paces in the room just as you had been. “Do you only wish to torment me?”

“I am here for my brother-” “You should not have come.” there's a venom in his voice and he does not even look at you. You find yourself growing more annoyed at him. “I do not care what you think. I would be gone by now if your mother had not been so stubborn-” he turns to look at you and makes his way to stand right in front of you, barely any space between the two of you. “Jacaerys…” “you do not want your brother to sit the throne.” it was true, as much as you tolerated your brother, the thought of him sitting on the throne disgusted you. He would not be a good king, “you know not of what i believe.” “I know this is true, you shouldn't lie to me.” 

“You act as if you know me.”

He scoffs, turning his head away from you for a moment before looking you dead in the eyes, so close you can feel his breath on your face. “I don't know you? I know that you hate the summer because you get too hot in your long dresses, i know you love whenever the chefs make cake and you would sneak into the kitchen to grab a slice, i know you despise your mothers perfume because it hurts your nose but you could never tell her such a thing because it brings her comfort,” he pauses for a moment moving somehow even closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, “i know when you are lying you scrunch up your nose,” he moves his head to your neck and takes a deep breath of your scent before lifting his head back up and his forehead is against yours once more. “And worst of all I know you desire me as I do you.” 

You shake your head as you suppress a whimper from your neck, “no,,,” “you will not deny it. You will not deny something I know to be true with every bone in my body with every drop of blood in my body.”  

With a long silence between you, neither of you saying a word he pushes away from you and goes back to standing where he was, that angry look back on his face. “You must go.” you look outside and notice that the storm has since stopped, your brain is currently running a mile a minute barely able to think. “I shall head back to the keep-” “that is not far enough!” 

He grips his head in frustration as he begins to pace once more, “you could travel to dorne, to essos to bravos and it would not be far enough to free me from this torment you have put me through, For the thoughts of you that plague my mind to cease to exist. Even after I pass I am sure when I am faded to nothing but bones and ashes the picture of you will be laced where my heart should be.” 

He quickly moves back over to you and cups your face once more bringing himself so explicitly close to you he should be kissing you. The way you two are pressed against each other is more intimate than a kiss, more romantic than any confession. You lose yourself in the heat of the moment, unable to control yourself for a while. You want to kiss him, you want him to kiss you. Before you regain the small sense of control you have to push him away from you shaking your head. “I must go home, my mother-” “Stay here. Stay with me.” He stares into you a way nobody else ever has, like he's truly trying to see you and not the facade you put on for everyone else. “My mind, body and soul yearns and burns for you uncontrollably and now that you stand in front of me I cannot take it.” He takes your hand and presses it against his heart where you can feel it being erratically as yours was as well. “Tell me you do not want me and I shall turn my back and allow you to leave. But do not beg me to watch you as I fear my heart cannot take it.” 

He takes another step closer to you and does not break eye contact with you. “Tell me you do not desire me and tell me at once my love, my heart please you must.” 

You shake your head as tears begin to form in your eyes, “I cannot.” “then stay.” you angle your head and kiss him, praying that through your actions he can too understand that you indeed burn for him the way he burns for you. You decide in the moment to say fuck it. Fuck your mother, fuck your brother, fuck the crown and screw everyone and everything else that is not him because you hate him so much that he has fully consumed every part of you like a parasite. Yet you have done the same to him. 

me deciding who i'm going to base my entire appearance and personality on

ೀ TWEE!READER who takes it upon herself to steal rafe’s boxers. not for nasty things… just to make them cutesy! she stitches pretty little designs like both of their initials, ladybugs, and hearts. just small along the hem.

but she doesn’t tell him, living for the almost agitated twitch of his eye when he pulls them on and sees the pink thread spelling out her name under the waistband. as soon as she flashes that dopey smile with a whispered, “jus’ wanted to make ‘em pretty, rafey…” he can’t stay mad for long, his mind racing with ideas.

then, he makes her stitch his name into all her undergarments. sliding the cotton panties to the side as he’s rolling his hips into her tight cunt. the slopping sound of his cock nudging her g spot making her pretty nails clutch the polka dot sheets beneath her. hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks in pleasure only making rafe’s gut churn with more arousal. he huffs out a moan, running his thumb over the red thread that spells rafe’s as he whispers against her mouth.

“fuuuck, there you go, kid— ‘rafe’s’ yeah? s’all mine?”

hey girl I Mean rock singer with long hair

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