JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER MY BELOVED

JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER MY BELOVED

also if you’re interested, I have a personal TikTok that are filled with random videos of me obsessing over tv shows and fictional characters !! @ mysticalmarz

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

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𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 & 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐

little miss obsessed with fictional characters that would probably hate me and think i'm stupid.

the hair, the smile, the fit, the necklace, THE EYES everything looks so good

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

Robb Stark Masterlist

SERIES

DUTY

PART 1: Y/N Myrrton is set to marry the King in the North, Robb Stark. Unfortunately, they’re both in love with other people.

PART 2: Y/N attempts to come to grips with the fact that her husband-to-be has no plans to be faithful to her. Robb tries to make an effort with his bride-to-be. No matter how prissy she seems.

PART 3: The wedding arrives as do guests from all over the North, and one from Castle Black.

PART 4: The day of the wedding arrives, and though Y/N is drowning in dark memories, she forces on a brave face for her new husband.

HERE HERE HERE OKAY IMAGINE TRYING TO WAKE EDDIE UP FOR SCHOOL AND HE'S JUST LIKE "no." SO YOU GIVE UP AND JUST SPEND THE DAY IN BED WITH HIM 🥰🥰

AGGAGAG I LOVE HIM (this is so bad i’m sorry ILY)

“Eddddds,” you chide, smoothing your hand over his frizzy hair. He’s completely sprawled on the bed, hair surrounding him like a dark halo and he’s snoring. Really snoring. He murmurs something unintelligibly before rolling over and promptly falling back asleep. “Eddie Munson! Get up!”

“No.”

You half scoff, stifling a laugh that threatens to bubble over your pouting lips. Putting on your best stern face, you stride over to the other side of the bed, crouching to his level.

“We have to go, Eddie. We’re going to be late!” you whine, stomping your feet petulantly.

“Jus’ c’mere, you brat.” He reaches for you, gazing sleepily under half-lids. He’s an angelic sight, chocolate brown eyes full of love - even if you are irritating him to no end. You entertain him, kicking your shoes off and climbing into the bed with him. His fingers fumble with your shirt, clumsily undoing the buttons before he discards it into the mountain of clothes already inhabiting his bedroom floor. As soon as he’s content with your lack of clothes, he pushes you into the pillows, head nuzzling into your neck.

“Eds!”

“Just spend the day with me, sweetheart. ‘m too tired for school today.”

“We gotta go, Eddie.”

“Nah, not today. ‘sides, you wouldn’t have let me take your clothes off if you really wanted to go.” You huff, pulling the blankets over yourself and kissing his cheek. He kisses your knuckles in return, lips gentle against your protruding bones.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, princess.”

You settle yourself under his arm, eyes already heavy. His fingers - usually adorned with rings but now bare - caress the top of your head, massaging soothing circles into your scalp. His tattoos are a stark contrast to his porcelain skin and you smooth your hands over them, kissing his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” he mumbles, barely coherent. “Pretty, pretty girl.”