#if u ask me why ill never be able to tell you

[sk8rambler]

[cowboy-robooty]

not going to name names bc thats messed up but omfg i was tryna find records of old heta fandom shit to show inu right and i found a hetalia iceberg and I SAW MY 2019 OPP ON THERE. IT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY LIKE MY EYES BULGED OUT OF MY SKULL BECAUSE IM NOT EVEN JOKING I HATED THIS BITCH SO MUCH WHEN I WAS 14 AND NGL I STILL HATE HER. I DIDNT SAY NOTHING AND KEPT CURTIOUS AND NORMAL OBVIOUSLY BUT ON THE INSIDE I WANTED HER ASS DEAD EVERYDAY AND WELL... you all know im never in the loop with things and had no fucking clue that she was just the antichrist for an entire group of people lol. SHE WAS MY ANTICHRIST THO. I HATED HER AND SHE HATED ME OKAY AND IM LIKE RODF SEEING HOW SHES ON THE FUCKING HETALIA ICEBERG I WAS LIKE OMG.... I THOUGHT ONLY I FUCKING DESPISED HER

[seiwas]

@soumies @crysugu

intoxicating | nanami kento

He's not the type of guy who picks up strange women at the bar. He's not really even the type of guy who goes to bars in the first place, but when his friends drag him along for a night out, he's glad he accepted their invitation- especially when he sees you.

Tags: f!reader, alcohol use for both nanami and reader, hooking up, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving); 2.8k words. a repost from an old blog. divider by @/saradika

Nanami is quiet most of the time. It's nothing new, really. He's rarely talkative or loud, and anyone can tell that each word he speaks, he chooses carefully. Not because it's hard for him to voice his thoughts, but because he believes there's no need to waste anything. Time, money, emotions, food– everything has a purpose, a use. Even people. He's no-nonsense with it all.

Until he meets you.

He doesn't quite understand the pull you have, the way you made him suddenly stutter and forget how to use his tongue. And his brain. It infuriates him, if he's being totally honest, and he doesn't quite know what to do with the sound of your voice in such close proximity. He watches the shape of your mouth as you smile and laugh across the restaurant, deep in some titillating conversation with your girlfriends at the bar. Under the soft, yellow glow of the lights strung across the ceiling, you look like some kind of angel, and he finds that right there and then, he has to know you. 

"...what do you think, Kento?" His companion smirks, cocky and totally aware that he isn't paying the least bit of mind to the conversation at their table. "Pretty crazy, right?"

Nanami nods absently, loosening his tie because he suddenly feels like he's suffocating. The room is too hot, the conversation too loud, the wine has gone to his head. 

“Which one?” Gojo asks, following Nanami’s line of sight to where you sit, leaning against your best friend, laughing loudly at something the bartender said. His eyes flit to Nanami’s, then back to you. “Ahhh, she’s a cutie. Well don’t be weird– go say hi!” he says with a swift clap to Nanami’s back. 

Nanami clears his throat and reaches for his wine. “No,” he counters, though it’s all he can do to keep himself in his chair at this point. Your laughter rings out again, and he shifts his posture. It’s intoxicating. 

“If you don’t, I will!” Gojo says, and the others in his party roll their eyes and laugh lightly. He talks a big game, but he’ll respect his friends. Most of the time.

Nanami pushes his chair away from the table and claims a need to use the restroom, but his companions know he’s lying. Of course, he does head that way first. To piss, to wash his hands, to straighten his tie and scrub his face. He grips the counter and leans toward the mirror. Get a hold of yourself, he thinks, then takes a deep breath and tries to be as casual as possible as he reenters the restaurant, taking a detour to where you sit. Conveniently, there’s a space beside where you and your friends have gathered, and he leans his side against the bar, flagging down the bartender to order something stronger. Gentleman’s Jack. Neat. His back is to you, but he smells your perfume and his head spins again. The bartender brings his drink and Nanami tells him to keep the change as he slides a bill across the counter. He notices your conversation has taken on a hushed tone, and one of your friends tells you not-so-subtly to turn around. 

He stands and takes a step back, turning slightly toward you, drink in hand. Up close, you’re even more stunning. Your eyes are a little glassy from the drinks you’ve had and your smile is syrupy and easy, but he’s certain he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire life. He almost hates himself for it– he’s not a man who gets hung up on physical appearances, but there’s something undeniably magnetic about you. 

You look at the crystal tumbler in his hand and giggle, lifting your own drink in a mock toast. “You’re a whiskey man, huh? It suits you.” You wink, and his breath hitches in his throat. 

“I’m spending the evening with an insufferable friend. I needed something strong to cope.” It’s the most he’s spoken all evening, but he’s not going to admit that to you.

It makes you laugh. “I like your honesty,” you say, tipping your glass against his before chugging what’s left. He watches your limp wrist push it back across the bar. 

“Need another?” he offers, raising a hand to flag down the bartender again.

You scoff, but your smile says otherwise. “Are you trying to get me drunk, misterrrr…”

“Nanami. Kento. And no. I think you’re doing a good job of that yourself,” he says. It’s quick and pointed, and your friends have suddenly become very interested in each other’s shoes. 

“Well, I’m pleased to meet you.” You tell him your name, then prop your elbow on the bar, leaning into the palm of your hand as you look up at him. “I’d love another drink, thanks.”

From across the room, Gojo flips Nanami the bird and sticks out his tongue.

“I’ve never seen you here before, Mr. Nanami. Kento.” You giggle and cross your legs, sitting up a little straighter when your drink is delivered. “Are you from around here?”

He nods and sits on the stool next to yours; one whiff of his cologne, and you’re glad you’re sitting down, too. “I don’t get out much these days.”

“A homebody. I bet you’re one of those guys who doesn’t see the use in going out and spending money when there’s food in the fridge, aren’t you?” Your tongue is loose, and you’re just spouting now, making any kind of conversation with this attractive stranger just to keep his interest. There’s a fleeting little pinprick of worry that you’re being obnoxious, but by the way he’s looking at you, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“An astute observation. What else do you know about me?” he says, a gentle smirk blooming on his lips.

Feigning deep thought, you press a finger to your lips and narrow your eyes. “Hmm…you’re also not the type to pick up pretty girls at bars you never go to, right?”

He stares at you for a moment, then nods, taking a long swig of his whiskey. “Right again.”

“I like this game,” you say, wiggling a little on your stool, a giddy, drunken giggle bubbling up from your chest. One of your friends tickles your back a little– a question, a need for reassurance that you’re alright. You reach behind and squeeze her fingers, pulsing twice. I’m fine, you say without speaking. She squeezes back and releases, nodding to your other friend with a smile and a wink. “Tell me something about myself.”

Nanami watches the exchange, glad that you have friends who are concerned for your safety. He likes that you have a language of your own that doesn’t require words. There are many other ways to communicate, and he appreciates the quiet ones most of all. “You’re careful– maybe too careful sometimes. You drink to take the edge off. Sometimes you take yourself too seriously.” His brown eyes meet your own, and he smirks. “How did I do?”

Slack jawed, you stare at him. You hold his gaze while you take a drink, then wipe the back of your hand over your mouth. It smears your lipstick, and he reaches over, thumbing it off your cheek. At first, you flinch, but you watch him carefully. “Good,” you say. There isn’t much else you need to say.

At least not with your words.

He doesn't make a habit of picking up women in bars. He is, however, the type of man that once he has his sights set on something, he doesn't give up easily. Thankfully, you've cut to the chase and shown him just how much you like him, which makes him feel a little less guilty for walking you back to his place.

"Are you sure-" he begins, and you cut him off with a firm press of your lips to his, all drunken courage and playful tongue, your hands already slipping under the soft cotton of his button down shirt. There's a cool brick wall at his back, and it makes for delicious contrast to your warm hands. 

Seems you're pretty sure. This, too, makes his guilt a little less heavy. He slides his arms around your waist, broad, strong hands fanning out across your lower back as he bends you back a little your way, deepening the kiss. You squeal onto his tongue and nibble his lower lip. This is reckless for you, too, but your friends wouldn't have let you go if they didn't trust him.

"He's gorgeous."

"So what if he's gorgeous, is he sane?"

"I think he's alright. I didn't get any weird vibes."

"Expensive suit! And he's really well spoken."

"Big hands…"

"Yeah. Wonder what he could do with those."

"My apartment is up ahead," he says, all grit and anticipation. The sounds of traffic blend in with your ragged breathing. The street lamp overhead buzzes and blinks, and the rowdy sounds of other bar goers add to the overall chaos of this entire situation. You're not in your right mind, but nothing has ever felt so right in your entire life. Nanami takes your hand and walks with you. Calm, cool, seemingly collected, while a stormy desire builds inside.

Up six steps, a key in the lock, a slam of the door, and he's got pinned against the door, legs wrapped around his waist, one of your heels dangling from your foot. He takes you apart with his mouth; every inch of skin he's able to reach is covered in ravenous kisses. Fleetingly you think he wants to eat you– quite literally consume you from the outside in. There isn't much left for you to do except hang on for the ride, and you can already tell by the way he's acting that it's going to be a wild one. 

"Hang on tight," he says, gripping the underside of your thighs to carry you off to his bedroom. You take the opportunity to give him a little gift on his neck to remember you by. His hiss when you bite down is delightfully satisfying, and he responds by gripping the meat of your thigh a little harder.

His bedroom is minimalistic. You really hadn't paid much attention to the main living area, but now that you're sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him shrug out of his expensive suit jacket, you notice that he has great taste. Clean lines, warm lighting, solid colors. There's a single leopard print pillow on the bed, and you laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. 

“It matches your tie,” you giggle as you lean back and toss the pillow at him from where he stands at the foot of the bed. If he’s trying to look intimidating, he’s doing a piss poor job. He catches the pillow and studies it with care, an amused grin curling on his kiss-swollen lips. 

“Everybody needs a little pizzazz their life, wouldn’t you agree?”

When he drops the pillow and crawls over you, you don’t see it coming. You were about to say something witty in return, but it’s lost when he pushes his tongue into your mouth and rolls his abdomen down on you; God, his body is warm and firm and you want to just sink your teeth in and get a taste, but it seems Mr. Nanami has other plans. 

He takes his time peeling off your dress, your bra, the pretty silk panties you’d picked out. He saves your thigh highs for last, rolling them down your legs and following the exposed skin every inch of the way with his mouth. He lifts your ankle with delicate care and looks you straight in the eye before kissing his way back up your leg. 

“You’re a work of art,” he murmurs, and you know he means it. And when he lifts just behind your knees to rest your legs on his shoulders and push his mouth against your pussy, you’re certain that he’ll make you feel like one, too. 

He takes his time, this mysterious not-quite-stranger, making sure to spend extra time on the places that have you fisting his bedsheets in your hands, crying out his name amid a string of sacreligious curses. He follows every dip and buck of your hips, remaining buried in your slick until you’re crying for mercy; one orgasm, then another in quick succession. 

“Had enough?” he chuckles. When he presses a curious thumb against your clit, you jolt and shake and push his head away with your foot. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You need him on you, over you, inside you so badly your body aches. He’s quick to oblige before you can even get the words out, dominating your space and your thoughts by claiming your mouth in another mind-numbing kiss. This one tastes like you– warm and slick, but his hand is on your cheek and it’s so intimate it brings tears to your eyes. His cock rubbing against your leg feels huge, and when you reach down to stroke him, you’re pleasantly surprised when your hand barely spans the girth. 

“Is that enough for you, gorgeous?” 

A choked laugh is your reply, along with a tilt of your hips and a swipe of your tongue up and over his prominent Adam’s apple. You find a word, too. Just one. “Plenty.”

He eases in, slowly, experimentally even. He’s watching your face for any signs of pain or discomfort, because he knows his size, and though he's never experienced it himself, he's been clawed at and cursed thoroughly by past lovers who pleaded with him to go easy. He's big, for sure. But you've never felt more full. It's heavy and velvety smooth and nestled perfectly inside you, and you're not sure you really ever want to be anywhere else that isn't here. 

"Ready?" He is, and he moves without waiting you to reply. Feeling you quiver around him makes him borderline angry. He needs to move, and he needs to move now. He needs the friction, the satisfaction of dragging himself along your insides, watching as he disappears again and again inside you, lost in the way your body seems to rise like gentle waves with each thrust. You wouldn't know it, of course, but he's one of the most stoic, put-together kind of guys you'd ever meet. Straight laced, no-nonsense, always poised and put together, but perpetually exhausted. World weary. The kind of guy you meet in a fancy bar and think: He just needs a good, hard fuck. 

Good thing you're here to help with that.

Nanami is intense, but he's focused on you as much as he's riding the high of his own pleasure. You're fine with a little vanilla missionary, but when he folds your legs up against your ribs and really starts to rut into you, that's when you really lose your mind. He does, too, and it's obvious in the way his balls are slamming against your ass and he grunts with each piston of his hips, his pretty blonde hair damp with sweat and beginning to stick to his forehead. 

He doesn't warn you when he comes, but you feel it in the way his cock twitches inside you, and you're gripping his forearms to stay grounded through your third orgasm of the night. There are stars on the ceiling for a few blissful seconds, then all you see is the top of his head when he collapses onto your breasts, breathing heavily, arms wrapped fully around your body like he's not about to let you go anytime soon.

For a little while, you just breathe. You smell him. You trace patterns along his skin and furrow your brow a little at each tiny (and not-so-tiny) scar. Part of you wants to ask him, but you're afraid he wouldn't tell you the full truth of it. So you vow that if you see him again after tonight, you'll ask. 

"What's the protocol here?" he asks, face buried in your neck.

"Hm? Protocol for what?"

"Do you spend the night, or do I send you away with cab fare?" He shifts so that you're able to breathe a little easier, but your laughter kind of throws a wrench in that. 

"Excuse me? Are you kidding me right now?"

His brown eyes widen, and he lifts your chin as he lies there, propped on an elbow, naked and relaxed. Now that you're not quite as drunk, you see him a little clearer. His body intimidates you; it's incredibly defined and toned. Nanami is long, lean, and beautiful. "I don't do this. In fact, I've never done anything like this. I'd like you to stay, but I don't want to force you."

You touch his cheek, scoot closer, and kiss his lips so softly that he thinks he imagines the whole thing. "I want to stay."

And you do. He drives you home in the morning (after he cooks you breakfast) and you exchange numbers. He promises to tell you about his scars, and you promise to tease him about cab fare.

[skythealmighty]

can you imagine if like. object show characters were active on tumblr . i mean fans on here but his account is dead so. i mean itd be fun

#rocket talk #roc save #Fan come Back we miss you

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hey, i completely understand how you feel! im going to be busy the next few days with a finale, but ive sent you a dm if you need someone to talk to ^-^

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...suitcase?

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why do people keep messaging me about hotel things?? i barely even go in two's hotel!

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Oh my god I finally got this thing to connect to the internet. Okay.

Hello, Tumblr, my name is Liam Plecak. I'm sorry for the tag spam, but this is an urgent enough matter that I think warrants it.

For the past year and a half, I've been trapped in another universe with little-to-no communication to anyone else. I've been reading a few posts here and there, and I think some of you might be able to help with freeing me and my friends (I think some of you have powers?). Below is an in-depth description of where I am, what happened, and who did this to me. Please, if you can help, send me an ask.

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[kissesfordaryl]

Ok! Could I please get (fic or shorter) Daryl and Male reader where his boyfriend teaches him how to do bj? Basically instructing Daryl what to do, all soft and kind and sickly sweet.

Thank you~.

your gentle touch.

top male reader x daryl dixon.

summary: a nice surprise turns into a learning experience for daryl.

era: prison.

note: literally before u requested this i was writing something like this so its perfect

after taking in all of the governors people, the tombs and other cell blocks were quick to be cleared of walkers with the extra hands. you figured that with all the space, a room or two could be put to good use.

it took about three months to get it cleaned up and add some decorations- all whilst keeping it a secret from daryl. you had wanted to give the room to him as a surprise. with all the new additions to the group, you knew he was inclined to keep to himself and wasnt as comfortable showing affection to you like he is with rick and the others. the room wasnt just for him, but for the both of you.

hes got a tight grip on your hand, following you deeper into the darkness.

"cant ya just tell me what it is?" he huffs, at a complete loss as to why youve pulled him aside- not that he was doing anything.

"daryl, thats what a surprise is. i promise its a good one."

with him trailing after you, you miss the way he smiles softly, eyes tracing your broader figure. yeah, he'd follow you anywhere, good surprise or not.

he lingers in the doorway, eyes darting all over the room. a mattress in the corner, a mirror on the other end- how did you get these down there without him seeing? and a stack of books and markers.

he glances at you. "when the hell'd you do all this?"

you flop back onto the bed, gesturing him forward. he closes the door behind him and gets comfortable in your strong arms. its one of the things he was crazy about- how they flexed as you helped hershel plant some seeds, how they were almost the same size as his fucking head. it was insanely attractive to him.

"when you werent looking? it took a few months, actually. bringing back a mirror on a run and convincing everyone else not to tell you is easier than it sounds." you chuckle softly, fingers running through his thick hair.

he tilts his head to look at you, the effects of the four walls working almost instantly. he leans in for a kiss, his little beard tickling your chin. its not like you havent kissed before. in fact, you stole one from him any chance you could get. but here: with zero chance of someone walking in on you, you were warranted a make out session.

his lips were always a bit chapped but quick to warm up under your touch. they parted just slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. his firm hands come to rest atop your chest, body fitting against yours perfectly.

with blood rushing both to your heart and cock, you pull away to sit up a little. "guess this is perfect, huh? all this room with no one else to hear us..."

daryls eyes seem to widen a bit, a blush coming to his cheeks. he swallows thickly before nodding, his fingers dancing across your skin. every time he touched you, it sent sparks through you- time and time again.

"wanted to ask you somethin'," he rasps out, hair falling into his face. your hand comes up to brush the strands away from his face, showing you millions of expressions hidden away just for you. "i want you to teach me how to do something."

"uh, teach you what?" you reply, forcing your attention away from his open lips, still wet from where youve kissed them.

he ducks his head, and you immediately recognize that trait. hes shy.

"what?" youre laughing softly, trying to match his gaze. "what is it? yknow ill do it, whatever you want. ill teach you."

"i mean," he groans, rubbing at his eyebrow in frustration, "shit, how am i 'sposed to just say it? i wanna... y'know, be able to go down on you. ive never done that before."

you nod, amused by his words. it was so easy to forget how much of a virgin he was next to you; hes never been with a man before. what else could you expect? "alright, ill teach you. you wanna be on your knees?"

he blinks once, then twice, and then a third time. "man, i dunno. i guess.." his voice is quieter now, softer.

"youve gotta speak up around me," you reaffirmed, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. "wanna hear what youve got to say."

daryl sighs, always overwhelmed by the gentleness you had for him. "yeah. wanna be on the floor."

hes malleable in your hands, sinking to his knees before you and getting comfortable. just seeing him like this made your cock twitch.

you reached out, a thumb slipping inside his open mouth. and he lets you: his mouth opening wider and wider.

"take my pants off." you instructed, breathless.

he pulls off of your thumb, firm hands at your belt, and then tugging at your boxers. daryl swallows thickly, familiarizing himself with the shape of you so close.

your hand snakes around the base of your dick, guiding it to daryls lips. "open. wider. mhm, like that. now rest your tongue on the bottom of your mouth."

you consider how easy it would be to shove your cock inside that mouth, how he'd take it anyways. a feverish heat blossoms inside your chest, and you want to fill every inch of him.

"go on, take it slowly." you hum out instead, watching your cock slowly disappear into his warm mouth. his eyes fluttered shut in concentration, barely getting the tip down his throat before hes choking.

"alright, hold on," your hand comes up to brush the hair away from his face, letting you see his face more clearly. he was flushed all the way down to his neck, fists balled to the side like he was restraining himself. "youre too stiff. just relax your jaw, and take your time."

daryl nods, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. his mouth falls open again, and he returns with more passion. instead of simply trying to take swallow your cock all at once, hes sucking gently at the head- tongue swirling around you. you have to put all your effort into not bucking into that heat, into suppressing your shudder. daryl notices, his hand guiding your own to his shoulder.

you want to kiss him them, ravage him, tuck yourself into him and hear him cry for you.

"youre doing good, sweetheart," is all you can manage, your touch traveling up his neck to feel his pulse there. the trust he had for you was obvious, and nothing turned you on more than that, "making me feel so good."

your words spur him on, his throat relaxing around you as he breathed in deep before moving down, and down- nose shoved into the dark hair at the base.

you cant hold back now, a firm grip on the back of his head as he struggled to adjust to your size. through a lust filled gaze, you catch sight of his gaze staring right back at you, pupils blown wide and mouth stuffed.

maybe thats what sends you over the edge. or maybe it was his hands gripping onto your thighs, or his own erection pressed against your leg.

here daryl dixon was: cold and rough and strong, learning how to blow a guy for the first time.

"im gonna- gonna cum. cmon." youre gently pushing at his shoulder, trying to get him off.

he pulls away with a loud pop, lips plump and red. "just cum in my mouth." his voice is wrecked, throat sore. but you couldnt deny him.

his mouth is left ajar, tongue resting against his bottom mouth as he watched you jerk off in front of him.

"didnt think youd get this desperate," you mused, just teetering over your release, "this pathetic for a taste of my cock."

and hes whining, something low and soft that you could barely pick up. "but you know im just as fucking pathetic for you too, huh? thats why 'm gonna cum on your face, and then suck you off till youre crying. you want that, angel?"

hes nodding, one eye shut as he inches closer and closer to your twitching cock, a hand closing around the tip as hes teasing your orgasm out of you.

your back arches, breathes falling out of you in ragged patterns, a hand still clenched in daryls hair as you held him in place before jetting your release onto his mouth.

hes licking at his mouth, then at your cock again, cleaning up. a thumb pushes into his mouth again, exploring the wet heat thats been so eager this whole time. you push against his tongue, affectionate and proud, letting him swirl around it like he previously did.

"youre a quick learner," you mumble, tugging him back onto the bed, "but ive still got some tricks to show you."

he swallows thickly, reaching for a kiss. "m'kay. go ahead, mister."

so lets ignore how fast u came i feel like im so bad at writing smut!!

[vivvangel]

could u do when enha sees u trying to reach smtg on top of tha shelf ( short reader ) tysmmm and I love ur content

viv's note 💌: this is such a cute ask, thank u!! tried keeping it gender neutral. girlies who read dork diaries raise your hand also nikis scenario is a bit diff ig ☝🏻 ✧ warnings: very small and precise scenarios tbh. enha x short reader, teasing, use of nicknames and swearing. fluff!

tiny | enhypen reaction to their short s/o trying to reach something on top of the shelf !

LEE HEESEUNG (♡⁠)

"what are you doing, baby?" he says, a smirk spreading on his lips when he sees you not being able to reach the top shelf. "just tryna-" you pause, tiptoing to reach it, but no avail. "just trying to grab my mug, hee" you turn around, pouting — heeseung thinks you're absolutely adorable, coming towards you and patting your head, grabbing the mug with ease, you could never. "here you go," he smiles softly, why was your boyfriend such a giant? you weren't short, he's just too tall! really.

PARK JONGSEONG (♡⁠)

from the bedroom, jay heard you screaming, "JAAAAAYY" — him frantically running to your voice, "what's wrong?, oh my god" jay's eyes scan the room for a second, "love, what's wrong?" he asks softly. you looked at him, as you stood in front of the bookshelf, with your hands on your hip. cute, jay thinks, walking to you. "my majesty, how can i help you?" he says sarcastically and you point to the fourth shelf, "dork diaries, i wanna reread.. dork diaries" you say, your voice trailing off into a mere whisper by the end of it. "goodness sake, love" he eyerolled, grabbing it for you.

SIM JAEYUN (♡⁠)

baking with jake, what could ever go wrong? nothing, except the fact you couldn't reach a damn thing. "i swear in another life, ill be born as a 7 foot nba player, for fucks sake" you huff, as a result of being unable to grab the sugar, as you continue mixing the cupcake batter to achieve a more liquid state. "yeah right, you'd still be a short dork" jake chuckles, shooting you a playful glance as he grabbed the sugar from the shelf, sliding it on the counter to you. "hey, you aren't that tall yourself, mr sim" you taunt, making him grin. "taller than the you, aren't i?" — "oh, shut up yunie"

PARK SUNGHOON (♡⁠)

the front door of your shared apartment flung open, sunghoon glancing at the door before his eyes went back on the game he was playing on the tv. "you home already?" he asks, glancing at you once again as you come in with your shopping bags, putting them down on the kitchen counter. "you will not believe what happened!" you say, sunghoon noting a frustrated tone in your voice. he looks behind, "mhm, tell me about it" and looks back at the game. "i was at the store, and i was struggling to grab stuff from the shelves and the worker there thought i was a fucking child, can you believe that?" you scoff, it was completely unbelievable to you that they'd think that — not that unbelievable to your boyfriend, sunghoon, who literally always towered over you. he quietly chuckles — "stop laughing at my misery, hoon!"

KIM SEONWOO (♡⁠)

"baby, i wanna do that big boy trend" you voiced out, sitting up on the sofa. "big boy trend? isn't that dead already?" sunoo says skeptically, side eyeing you. you whine out a please, and he agrees — "but cutie, compared to you, i'm like.. actually big, you couldn't even grab the bowl—" he says, biting his lip to hide the wheeze that would come out if he didn't, "i'm not short!" — "yeah, princess, whatever you say. now come here!"

YANG JUNGWON (♡⁠)

"wonie, i have something extremely serious to talk about" you lowly say, making jungwon look at you, narrowing his eyes. "serious, huh? what's up?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "i think.. i think i'm too short for you" — what? jungwon starts laughing, how does he have the audacity to laugh! "why are you laughing, won?" you question him, crossing your arms. "baby, you're so tiny and cute, i wanna put you in my pocket. -- oh? is this about you not being able to grab my tie from that box earlier?" he chuckles, and you nod. "you're so short, but you're cute so it's fine" — "so, you think i'm short?" — "i think you're cute, y/n"

NISHIMURA RIKI (♡⁠)

having a boyfriend so tall, makes you look like a little gremlin beside him (his words, not mine!) "riki, i'm literally not that short, you're just—" you tiptoe, trying to get the childhood photo of you out of his hands, you don't even get to finish your sentence, niki cutting you off. "i'm just too tall" he mimics your tone, bursting out in laughter, ruffling your hair. "hey! i wasn't done!" you pout, but he kisses it away.

[isoelectrica]

The Plan.

College Student!Art Donaldson x College Student Female!Reader

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Summary: Art had this plan to get Tashi all to himself. It would go perfectly except he had one flaw. You.

Word count: 3.7k+

Warnings: 18+ // Art is in his early twenties so is reader, smoking, fingering, oral (f!receiving), public sex, smut (p in v), creampie, praising. Nicknames used: pretty girl,sweetie,baby,goodgirl.

Art was damn near losing his mind. Tashi’s game coming up. Patrick visiting. It felt suffocating. Art had this plan of telling Tashi that Patrick didn’t love her and getting her mind clouded with endless possibilities and telling Patrick that Tashi doesn’t consider their relationship a serious relationship. It was gonna go perfectly as he wanted but there was one issue. You. Tashi’s best friend. You knew everything about her; things she would never tell anyone but you. With that being said he knew it would never work because she would just go straight to you and be like “Art told me that Patrick didn’t love me. Un-Fucking-Believe-able” and you would be like “Have you atleast asked Patrick about this?” Being all rational about it instead of jumping to conclusions. He didn’t need that. He needed to find some way for you to be quiet. He’d find a way to make u quiet.

You were out practicing outside on the court with Tashi and the rest of the girls. Art walks over to the two of you. Eyes lingering on Tashi a bit before looking over to you his signature smirk on his face and waving. So… you wave back.

“Hey Tashi, You don’t mind if i steal her for a bit right?” His eyes making its way to Tashi, pointing to you with his finger. She shrugs looking at you with a knowing smile for your answer. You had a huge fucking crush on Art despite “talking” to him only a few times and having some classes with him. You told Tashi about it all. She’d get so sick of it sometimes and be like “Just talk to him already” and God you wish you could, but everytime you planned on doing so you stopped yourself and ended up just doing anything else to get your mind off it.

“Me?” You ask with wide eyes surprised as you nod sheepishly. “Yeah, Yeah um, ill see you in a bit Tash!” And with that you’re following Art to wherever he takes you. Thoughts and heart racing with the possibilities of what could happen.

Art takes you to the cafeteria paying for your lunch with his credits as you two take a seat at one of the tables farther away from the entrance. He pulls out your chair for you like a gentleman then takes a seat infront of you. You stare at the food for a bit not sure if you should start to eat or speak but he decides for you as he says. “We’ve spoken a few times right? No need to be nervous sweetie.” And with that you gulp down hard. Taking a sip of your water. Sweetie? What was he getting at.

“M’ not nervous.” You say but your voice gives you away as it shakes just a bit and he picks up on it with ease giving you his award winning smile.

“I just wanted to talk to you a bit. The pretty girl i have in so many of my classes. No harm in that right?” He chuckles lightly watching your every move like a hawk and you feel your cheeks get all hot.

“Yeah.” You take another sip of your water before finally making eye contact with him and with the way he’s looking at you, you could’ve died right then and there of a heart attack.

“You know I’ve been trying to convince Tashi to set us up for a while right? Ive always wanted to talk to you.” He says still smiling as he holds eye contact with you: You hold back a smile of your own by biting your bottom lip.

“Really? Hm.. She told me about it a few times, but i backed out everytime.” You giggle shyly tearing away from the intense eye contact that felt like he wanted to eat you alive. It had you pressing your thighs together as you glance back at your food forgetting it was even there.

“Why? Do i make you that nervous sweetie?” He teases as he finally picks his fork up and starts to eat the food on his plate. “Eat up before it gets cold.” His smiling never leaving his face once as he watches you finally pick up your fork and start eating. A grin creeping onto your face as you do.

-`✮´-

He walks you to the locker room so you can get ready for your game with Tashi today.

“I’ll be watching you.” He grins as you play with your fingers looking up at him as he stands in the door way leaning on it with arms crossed.

“I’ll look for you then.” You hum grinning right back at him as you get on your tippy toes reaching up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Meet me after the game?” You ask shyly staring up at him eyes beaming. He smirks as he says.

“What kinda man would i be if i didn’t?”

With that you turn around to get changed into your tennis outfit and ready to get out on the court and he watches your every move until you disappear from his sight.

Art meets up with Patrick for a bite and to see how he’s been.

“So, you seeing anybody?” Art asks knowing damn well he’s not.

“Why would i be seeing anyone? Im a taken man.” He smiles thinking Art is being playful and in a way he is. Art hums nodding to him, sticking his tongue to his the inside of his cheek before saying.

“I’ll go get us some churros.” Walking off leaving Patrick to choose a seat for them. While Art is waiting for Patrick he glances back at him and Patrick is staring at something deeply. Tashi’s poster plastered on the wall across from him. Art clenches his jaw as his eyes meet the poster. But he soon snaps out of it as the man behind the counter tells him his churros are done. He takes them walking back to Patrick with a smile on his face. “Do you love Tashi?” Art asks as Patrick is still staring at the photo not even noticing Art was there and he grins looking up at him pulling the stool closer with his foot.

“Of course I do.” He hums while he watches Art take a seat in the stool passing him a churro. “It’s nice to see you lit up about something you know. Even if it’s my girlfriend.” Art feigns innocence as he takes a bite of his churro and shakes his head.

“I dont get lit up about Tashi. Thats in the past.” Patrick points a churro at him quickly saying

“You don’t even get this way about tennis.“ Art rolls his eyes before taking a bite out of the churro that was pointed at him, this causes Patrick to chuckle.

“It’s fine Art seriously. I mean who wouldn’t get that way over Tashi? Greatest woman I’ve ever seen.” Art only hums taking another bite of his churro and so does Patrick.

“Well since we’re on the topic of Tashi. What do you think she thinks about your relationship? I don’t think she thinks it’s a serious relationship.” Patrick raises his eyebrow as he chuckles again.

“Has she told you that?” Patrick inquires looking at the blonde with a never leaving smile.

“No. But I mean I’ve been around her and it just seems that way you know?” Art says defending his statement even though he knows it’s a lie. Patrick only hums studying Art’s face before shrugging and taking a bite out of his churro.

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Art makes his way to the court finding a seat and saving one for Patrick as he looks at the court and if as on cue, Tashi walks out, with you following right behind her in your matching red tennis tank and white skirts and bags. He grins as he has his eyes on Tashi before meeting yours and waving to you and you wave back a cute smile gracing your face. His plan has been set in motion and all he has to do is wait. He texts Patrick as he still isn’t there asking where he is and he says he’ll be there soon. And as soon as he reads it he hears Patrick calling his name before taking a seat next to him a bashful smile on his face.

“You ready?” You ask Tashi smiling at her as she just nods her head not really looking at you as she just got into an argument with her boyfriend over something so stupid. “Tash?” You ask concerned as she doesn’t answer and you look at her, putting your bag down next to hers. “You okay?” Tashi groans as she looks at you and huffs out.

“I’m fine. Stop fucking asking me.” You nod mumble an okay before digging through your bag to get your racket and towel out. Art witnesses all this from his seat and smirks realizing his plan is working out perfectly.

The match starts and you go after Tashi. Her place is fourth and yours is fifth. You and her watch your team go against the opposing team and by time it’s Tashi’s the teams are tied. Tashi goes up with her racket as the opposing team starts the match. It starts off good. You watch Tashi’s every move despite knowing there’s nothing to worry about you still do. And everything you could have ever thought to go wrong does with one wrong step she takes; she injures her knee. You gasp in shock as she screams and whines in pain and you run to her as fast as you can going to her side as Art and Patrick is quick behind you and so is a nurse checking out her leg as you hold her hand tightly.

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You, Art and Patrick are in the nurses office at your school you sit by Art on the left side and Patrick on the right of Tashi who’s in the bed.

“Tashi..” you look up to see the source of the voice and breaking the silence and its Patrick. He reaches out for her hand but she refuses it. Patrick stops hesitantly before taking Tashi into his arms. This makes Art clenches his jaw watching the two as Patrick hugs Tashi.

“Can we get a moment alone… please?” Patrick asks looking at you and Art before you nod walking towards the door and Art hesitates for a second before catching up behind you.

“Fuck. I know Tashi’s gonna be so upset with herself. That was a really big game for her.” You start the conversation looking straight ahead as you play with the hem of your skirt as Art walks right by you and he hums in agreement nodding before adding.

“Yeah I wonder what could have caused it. Do you know?” He asks looking at you as you two make it outside of the building.

“She said something about some shitty argument with Pat and I guess it threw off her whole game.” You shrug before sighing and looking at him. “Do you have a cigarette?” He gives you that knowing smirk before digging into his pocket and passing you one as you two head out of the building into the woods in front of the building to smoke.

“So you’re telling me, Patrick helped you learn how to jerk off in bordering school?” You laugh taking the drag of the cigarette as you lean onto the tree behind you.

“Hey i was like twelve!” He chuckles bringing his shirt to cover his mouth. “I shouldnt have told you now you’re just gonna tease me.” You smile looking at him breathing out the smoke into his direction before passing the cigarette to him.

“No m’not. It’s cute that you two are close like that.” You hum pushing your tongue to the inside of your cheek as you look at him. Really taking him in as he takes a hit from the cigarette himself. He notices you staring before he gives you that smirks and hums.

“Tell me something embarrassing about yourself hm?” He looks at you putting the cigarette out on the tree that you’re leaning on as he gets closer. “I can’t be the only one spilling secrets here sweetie.”

Your face gets hotter the closer he gets.

“A-an embarrassing story? Um..” you think for a moment tearing your gaze to your fingers as you start to play with them nervously… “Well.. i was walking down the street once to this event was going on, and i was with Tashi. I was following alongside her mindlessly as we enter the building i walk right into a glass window and i could hear her burst out laughing along with some people who saw it and i was so embarrassed…” you say and its your turn to cover your face with the back of your hand as you hear Art laugh. Its genuine. You hit his chest playfully as you say, “Don’t laugh!” But you’re smiling way too hard to even care if he laughs or not and whenever he calms down he looks down at you smile ear to ear.

“You’re really cute you know that?” He hums looking at you but you look down at your feet as you shuffle them feeling awkward. He takes your chin between his thumb and hand tilting your head up, forcing you to look at him. “Come on sweetie, don’t get all shy on me now.” He smirks. He has you right where he wants you. You breath hitches as your eyes meets his. It has that same look as earlier. Like he wanted to eat you alive.

“Good girl.” He hums with a smile before leaning in closer so now his nose is bumping yours. He presses his lips to yours closing his eyes and tilting his head to kiss you better as his free hand comes to rest on your hip. At first you’re taken aback so you’re frozen but you recover quickly closing your eyes and kissing him back with so much passion. He swipes his tongue against your bottom lip asking for permission. Permission to explore you more and you give it to him with no hesitation. His tongue presses against yours before he starts to suck on it lightly as he kisses you. Starting off slow before getting rougher his hand that was holding your chin moves to the other side of your hip to grip it harder. You mewl into his mouth at the touch. Leaning into him more as your arms wrap around his neck pulling him in impossibly closer.

“There you go sweetie.” He mumbles into the kiss as he slides his hands down the bottom of your ass gripping it before lifting you against the tree. “Wrap your legs around me baby.” And you do as he says wrapping your legs around him as he stops kissing your lips and kissing your neck. One of the hands leaving your ass to fondle your boob through your tank feeling your nipple harden almost immediately his smirks into your neck and you can feel it, it makes you whine grinding into his dick through the thin layers of clothing.

“Need more..” You whine desperate your hand moving to grip onto his hair causing him to groan into your neck. You want to make him do that a million times more.

“So needy.” He murmurs before pulling back from your neck and tugging onto the waistband of your tennis skirt pulling it down and throwing it onto the ground. He presses two fingers onto your panties. He smiles and teases you, “So wet and ive barely even touched you.” He sets you back onto your feet before dropping to his knees and peeling your panties off achingly slow but it’s worth the wait when he takes those two same fingers up your slick. Collecting your juices on them before rubbing it onto your clit. His pace is slow. Always starting off slow before speeding up gradually. Pressing kisses to your thigh as he suddenly stops rubbing your clit. Quickly replacing it with his mouth sucking on it as his finger circles around your entrance before gently pushing it knuckle deep. This causing you to let out a moan and cover your mouth shyly while your other hand remains in his hair. He’s quick to look up at you and take his mouth away from your clit and stops moving his finger which has you chasing him with your hips. “Let me hear you.” You nod moving your hand from your mouth with a whine of need as he takes your right leg and lifts it over his shoulder. He starts with kitten licks to your clit this time sliding another finger inside and moving at a slow pace. This has your back arching off the tree and moaning for him. Just like he wanted.

He soaks up every sound you make for him smiling against you. Committing everything about you to memory. It makes him forget why he’s even doing this. He gets lost in you, down to the way you taste and sound. He’s in too deep now that his stupid “plan” doesn’t even matter. He’s not turning back from you when you sound so good for him like this. No fucking way is he turning back. He continues to lick onto your clit fingers speeding up as he goes slipping another finger inside you causing you to moan so fucking loud. You’re sure someone has heard you by now. “You’re doing so good for me baby.” He groans into your cunt as he continues to ravish you as he feels your hands in his hair tighten. Making you feel so good you can feel your legs start to shake as you get closer and closer to cumming. “Wanna cum baby? Ask for it pretty girl.” He hums continuing his pace as you whine before answering him with a shaky voice,

“I wanna cum. Can i cum please?” You ask meeting his eyes and you swear you almost came on spot meeting his hungry gaze.

“Go head baby. Wanna taste you.” He murmurs speeding up his movements impossibly faster as he brings you to the brink of heaven before you release all over his face and fingers. “There you go..” he hums helping you through your high before withdrawing his fingers and mouth from your cunt. “Think you’re all ready for me sweetie?” He ask with a smirk getting off his knees and standing right in-front of you pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. He takes his shirt off before pushing down his black shorts to his ankles, boxers going down with them as you finally realize how big he is. You bite your lip staring at it as he chuckles looking at you. He talks your leg hooking it around his hip as he slaps his dick onto your cunt causing your hips to jerk up at the sensation.

“Dont tease..” You whine as he gives you that damned smirk before he hooks your other leg onto his hip. You wrap your arms around his neck whining as his tip circles your entrance still fucking teasing you before he finally enters you. His tip entering you as he stretches you inch by inch before finally thrusting into you fully causing you to let out a moan and throw your head back to the tree behind you. “Fuck.” You breath out as he lets you adjust to size peppering kisses all over your face.

“There you go. Filling you right up just how you need it.” He hums against your cheek as he starts moving at a slow pace his face going to your neck sucking on the soft skin with a smile. His hits tip your cervix just right as he whispers praises into your neck. Always starting slow and steady before he gradually starts to speed up. His hands gripping your hips. Sure to leave a bruise as he starts to drill into your cunt. Leaving you moan and whimper his name. Getting you so cock-drunk just by his dick. “You’re taking it so well for me.” You only moan his name in response your brain going all dumb as he fucks pleasure into you. You’ve never been fucked so well in your life. He shifts the angle hitting you even deeper inside causing you to moan louder your hands move to his back digging your nails into them so hard he’s whining into your neck. You clench around him at the sound he makes. He sounds so fucking pretty when he whines and you wanna hear it a thousand times over. “Sound so good fr’me baby. Lemme hear you more.” He whimpers before he takes a hand from your hip and raises up your tank. Taking your nipple into his mouth as he fucks you and this you clench around him again.

“F-feel so so so good art..” you mewl getting closer to cumming again. And he groans into your nipples continuing to suck on it.

“Gonna cum for me baby?” He murmurs removing his mouth from your nipple as he replaces it with his hand tweaking it pressing sweet kisses to your cheek as you nod so pathetically with a moan. “Go ahead and let go for me baby. Wanna feel you.” He whines into your neck before moving to kiss you sliding his tongue into your open mouth with ease. He swallows every moan and of yours as he fucks up into you as desperate as you to get a release. After a few more thrusts your cunt is fluttering around as you cum for the second time. You let out a scream of his name as he fucks you through it chasing his own orgasm. “Good girl, so fucking good.” He whines chasing his own orgasm, all whining like a dog who won’t be let outside. “Fuck- Where do you want it?”

He asks quickly in a hurry the need to cum intensifying by the second.

“Inside. Need it inside.” You whimper over stimulated your eyes all glossy and voice shaky. And with that he gives you exactly what you need. Cumming inside you coating your walls with him. He thrusts a few more times before slowly coming to a stop, pressing his forehead against yours. Both coated in sweat he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Did so good sweetie.” He hums helping you back into your clothes before fixing his own. He takes your hand feeling content as he walks you back to your dorm. Fuck the plan. This was better than anything he could’ve thought of.

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[bomber-grl]

Enemies to lovers with Leo Valdez

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

If anything it probs stemmed from a misunderstanding

Maybe you were cranky the first two times he ever approached you

And perhaps you may have taken it out on him

And maybe just maybe he thought u were those stereotypical condescending people

Basically what ensued from then on was just you two attacking each other verbally each time you ran into each other

But then you’re officially introduced to him by either Percy or Annabeth or anyone else that’s part of the 7 that’s close to you

He’d be especially shocked if it’s Piper or Jason who introduces you two to eachother

Of course that doesn’t automatically solve anything and you’re both total assholes to each other still

Leo is complaining about you and how could any of his friends also be yours?

You feel the same exact way

And unfortunately this is a case of forced proximity as is all my hcs because I’m an uncreative bitch

Maybe it’s just me but I’d imagine constant bickering and making faces would be a bit hard to ignore and go unnoticed

So they all agree to force you two to get along

So you’re on the Argo ll and are forced to clean the stables

(Before the Athena Parthenos is put there obv)

It’s not messy messy but it’s still something

You two both finally agreed to be quiet

But then he gets almost thrown out the window by the ship getting rocked by a monster or something

And so you have to save him by obligation

You two are literally hanging out the window and Leo is yelling like crazy bro

Eventually you bring him back and he thanks you

It was done reluctantly- you make sure he knows that

Plus the situation gives you material to make fun of him for 💀

Then some time after that you’re fighting some daily monsters and he (despite not rlly being a fighter) helps you out by firing some of the weapons on the Argo

This incident spawns this unspoken alliance??

Literally everyone else is made aware of it too and even they’re confused

But honestly at least you’re not constantly at each others throats anymore

Instances where you saved each others asses continued from then on out

It got to the point where you saved eachother so often that you became literal 4lifers

Like genuinely enjoying each other’s company despite the occasional off handed remarks

There was obvious tension that you were both teased for by your individual friends

Even couch Hedge acknowledged it 💀

And youd both deny it

I mean it was the obvious choice

But there had always been tension between you two if you’re being honest

Like if someone asked you if you thought Leo was cute , well let’s not say you’d say he was, just that you really couldn’t deny it

And so your interactions and dynamic continued all the way until the prophecy that started this quest came to an end

And so did you interacting with Leo

He was dead, and despite having liked him, you’d never be able to tell him.

That’s something you had come to accept, and something you realized you’d never get the chance to admit to him

Until you could.

Leo appears back at camp with Calypso in tow

Let’s just say Leo felt ok about her and saved her cuz he’s a good guy and she went along cuz she wanted an escape)

Anyway like everyone else you line up to hit him

Ain’t no way you’re running to him when there’s so many other ppl infront 💀

Gods forbid YOU end up being the one that gets jumped

Even from the good amount of distance you’re away from him you can still very much see his- what can be best as described- upset demeanor

Why he looked that way? You didn’t know and couldn’t tell even if held at gunpoint

Well anyways eventually you end up face to face with him and his expression can’t even be described with just a few words

So ill try anyway

Hes absolutely star struck and, in truth, made breathless from the sight of you alone

I mean with the way Leo looks at you, you’d think he spotted his only true want in this world.

The guy doesn’t say anything at all but then he sorta gains consciousness (?)

He tries to hug you but then hesitates- tries again/ then hesitates

Before he could do anything else you slap the hell out of him 💀

The act is honestly so violate and loud it was genuinely startling

Some would say that you jumped him that day of his return but what did they know??

And then you hugged him

A deep, emotionally charged hug

All the days you had spent mourning him, being tortured by his death that you couldn’t help but feel was avoidable despite the prophecy-

And yet you couldn’t help but melt into the hug

Obviously awkwardness follows after- and for a good while after too

But in the end you two end up together (per advice from emmie and Jo once Apollo casually mentioned the undefined relationship between you two as defense against a remark Leo had made)

And after Apollo is done at the waystation (and you’re not already involved there)Leo will ask if you’d want to stay there together and go to school and be “normal” teens.

The answer is up to you, but we all know what you’re gonna choose

Cmon you’re reading this so you’re obviously down bad 💀

[jkmyluv]

THE DATE || JJK

Pairing : Boxer jk × Female reader

Genre : Established relationship, Boxer au

Summary : Spending the whole day going on various dates with your boyfriend, starting from amusement parks to trying sushi for the first time with your boyfriend.

Warnings : Female reader, Butt taps, KISSES, a few suggestive comments but no actual smut, making out, shy reader and jk, Reader hates sushi (sorry if u don't lmao), cringe couple shit.

The bright light shines down on your and your boyfriends face as you struggle to get into your boyfriends car. "Need help getting your cute ass in there?" He asks causing you to groan, "Its all your fault jeon, shut up" you speak up glaring at him.

He feigns innocence and teasingly replies while holding his chest pretending to be hurt, "baby it was not me who was whining yesterday night to go faster"

"Its not my fault my boyfriend doesn't know how to fuck properly that I have to beg him to do the bare minimum" you look up at him with a teasing glint but immediately regret it when you see his dark gaze.

"And thats why you squirted three times yesterday, was yesterday not enough brat?", causing you to immediately smile and peck his cheek,

"I'm just kidddinngggg jungkook, don't be mean and start the car, I wanna go ride all the rides and don't be scared ill protect you",

causing jungkook to scoff, "Lets see whose the one who ends up crying like a baby". The car ride is pretty silent except for jungkook singing and cursing at people for not driving properly.

"You're so handsome" causing jungkook to look away from you and blush "get down baby we're here"

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Here you were standing in the line for about 40 mins to get on the ferris wheel, because according to jungkook its very romantic, "jungkook i can't do it please, its so hot i can't even stand" you say while taking heavy breathes causing jungkook to look at you while rasing his eyebrows, his hands grip your waist and pulls you closer, " If u wanted me to carry you so badly, all u could've done is asked instead of whining" he smirks and abruptly lifts you up causing you to yell at him.

"Jungkook are you dumb, put me down there are kids here, put me down you idi-mmph"

You feel jungkooks lip press onto yours harshly and his hands grip you tightly in his arms, you start feeling all giddy inside until u feel him pull away and lick a stripe up your cheeks. "JUNGKOOK YOU'RE DISGUSTING"

Jungkook puts you down and back hugs you so that you won't be able to hit him, "baby thats just how I show i love you, and u smelled so good" causing you to admit your Defeat.

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The sun starts setting down and jungkook decides that its time to picnic in the park,so you and you're beloved boxer boyfriend sit on the mat that you layed out.

You both were lying on your stomach and facing each other, jungkook had one of his hands on your hips holding your long flowy skirt down, and your hands were caressing his eyebrows, eyes, his scar, his lips, as you lean to Peck his lips.

"Did I tell you, you look really pretty today and the skirt looks really good on you"

"You did" , "nothing wrong with saying it again, you're so pretty, the prettiest and the cutest, even though we argue like kids sometimes, but that's something I wouldn't change for the world." This makes you tear up a but as jungkook was never really someone who spoke his feelings, you push his chest and make him lay on his back and lay on top of him with only your lower body on the mat and your upper bodies pressed together, you start pecking all over his face and whisper lovingly " i love you so much jungkook, you're so cute, the cutest cutie pie"

causing jungkook to groan, "I'm not cute baby, way to ruin the moment" causing you to giggle, "just like how your hard on is ruining the moment by poking my stomach, can't even be romantic with my boyfriend" you huff and lay down on your side facing away from him pretending to be mad.

Jungkook pinches your hips, "cmon turn around" and you don't.

But jungkook takes this as a perfect opportunity to hit your butt, the sound of his hands hitting your butt echoes through your ears as you yelp and bring your hands to cover your rear. "Stop that jeon, it hurts" making jungkook coo and rub your butt and he proceeds to pat it, " there you go all better or do u want me to kiss it better?"

"Talk to me when your hard on is gone", you say.

Jungkook sighs and lifts your head and slides it onto his arm, as a pillow and hugs your waist from behind. "What are you doing" , "spooning my baby, what can I do when my girlfriends being all cute and sexy, ofcourse I'm gonna get hard" you blush as you feel his hard on on your back.

You turn around in his arm and wrap your arms around his neck, making him wrap his arms around your waist, you both smile at each other and you slowly inch closer, you feel his breath on you're lips and you pull him closer and press your lips on his, his hands immediately grip you tighter and pull you closer causing you to whimper. Jungkook groans at that and pushes his tounge inside your mouth roughly and grips your chin to pull you even more closer, making you pull away from the absence of air, whimpering. But you have no time to catch your breath as a pair of lips proceeds to press itself on your lips and jungkooks hand pulls you even more closer, you try pushing him away by his chest, but he doesn't even budge.

"I c-cant breathe m-mphh* resulting in jungkook to finally pull away and giggle.

All this loving peace lasts for a moment until we see an old couple walking up to us yelling about public indecency causing you to freak out and get up and trying to make jungkook get up, "jungkook come on let's run", "baby tf are they gonna do, let them fucking come ill take care of them, don't be scared"

"JUNGKOOK IF YOU DONT GET UP RIGHT NOW I SWEAR IM GONNA CRY" this threat results in jungkook complying as you both hold each others hands and make a run for it as the old couples curses slowly dissappear into thin air and the only thing that's audible is the laughter that vibrates off of your chest, and the pure love you have for each other, at this moment you silently look up at jungkook and admire him and you realize how lucky you are to have a man like him.

"Stop looking at me like that if you don't want me to eat you", "you know what I'm hungry jungkook". After a back and forth argument of where to eat, you both decide to eat at this sushi place, as you told you're boyfriend you've never had sushi.

"Come on baby order anything you want, I'll pay" causing you to giggle "ofc sugar daddy"

"I can be your daddy if you like"

"JUNGKOOK", "I'm sorry"

You regret this, you can't eat it, you feel like throwing up, "it tastes so bad, how do people eat this?" Causing jungkook to act like he was offended "how dare you say that to my baby, she tastes so good, baby you don't have to eat it, order something else If you want"

That night when you had food poisoning, jungkook was the one who held your hair back when you threw up, he was the one who made sure you fell asleep with no discomfort, he made sure to stay awake to ensure you don't wake up in the middle of the night due to discomfort, he was the one who made sure you were warm and comfortable, he was the one who loved you, he was the one who put up with your tantrums, he was the one who let's you cuddle him every night even though he pretends to hate it, he is the one who always offers a shoulder to cry on or put your legs on.

[kairiscorner]

omds i luvvvvvvv your writing so much 🤭🤭 could i req a earth 42 miles or a hobie brown fic where reader gets bullied for dating miles/hobie (whichever one u pick 🖤) because people think she’s “not good enough for him” because she’s like one of the quiet kids she doesn’t go to like parties and stuff like that she’s always studying and that kinda stuff and miles/hobie finds out when one of his friends confronts him ab it (you can write this however u like!!!!) and he talks w reader and stuff just a bunch of htc!! 🖤 thank you sooooo much

OH DAMN, sure thing anon !! i am just like y/n fr it's just that i don't have bitches 😭😭😭 but i hope u like this rahhh !!!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

they're more than worthy of me. – miles 42 x reader

nobody ever has a perfect life, let alone a perfect love life, but when you were with miles, everything felt just right. he loved you with a love that wasn't overbearing or possessive, he gave you your space when you needed it and supported you from the sidelines in every endeavor you dared to try. you didn't stand out much though, really, you blended in quite well into the background. you were used to not being recognized or acknowledged immediately, and you were fine with it—though you were confused why recently, a few of your classmates were acting a little mean to you.

you never harbored any ill will towards these people—as far as you were concerned, you doubt that more than half of these kids would even remember your name. every time you approached a classmate of yours for a question, they'd immediately walk away the minute you walked over to them, others would ask you in sarcastic voices if you couldn't even do something so simple with a smile that tried to get you thinking they meant no harm when in reality, they wanted you away from them. you couldn't even pretend and think that they were just busy or being realistic—that you should be able to do something as simple as the question to an activity that you were stumped on, but you couldn't—this was because a lot of those classmates of yours adored miles.

they liked miles and having his attention on them, angry if anyone else were to get his attention away from them. before you entered the picture, they were all over him—devoted and loved him like a friend, some had loved him in more than just a friendly way, but none of his friends and admirers in your class took it very kindly when they noticed you and miles getting along a bit too well back then; when you two became a thing, everything just got worse. miles still hangs out with some of these people, though he doesn't consider them his friends—tonight, he'd be attending a party of theirs with ganke, with you opting to stay behind and catch up on school works.

late at night, as you were finishing up your studying session, you got a text from miles, asking you to come down and meet him by your front door. you got up from your chair and walked down to your front door, and there he was, battered and bruised in the face—looking into your eyes with hurting in them. you asked him in worried stammers about what happened to him, who did this to him, if he was even okay. you checked his face all over, and when you saw the backs of his hands, they were reddened and scarred, you couldn't tell if the blood was his or someone else's, because you knew this was no accident that happened to him—he got into a fight, a serious one.

"miles, what happened?" you asked him in a shuddering voice, with miles bringing his red, bloody knuckled hands to your shoulders and wrapped you in his arms. he didn't answer you quite yet as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as his initial response. "how could they not accept that i love you?" he murmured as you gently placed your hands on his back, reciprocating his hug despite your confusion. "i... miles, what?" "ganke told me he heard a bunch of the guys at the party talking shit about you behind my back. i... i confronted them, asked them why they said what they said, but the last thing they wanted to do was cooperate and be honest. so i... i did some things i wasn't proud of. i'm sorry, i'm just so sick of people hurting you all for my sake–you deserve better, mi cielo..." he whispered as you pulled away from him, watching the tears form in his eyes as he frowned up at you amidst the cuts and bruises on his face.

you brought him into your house and sat him down on the couch, hurriedly getting him a first aid kit to treat his wounds. you wrapped his knuckles up in gauze, with him mindlessly following your hands with his gaze–him taking in all the gentle and softness of your touch. "i'm sorry, again, mi vida. i shouldn't... i should've handled it better." miles apologized to you again as you were tying up the gauze on his hand. "love..." you called out to him, placing your hand on top of his with concern and love filling your gaze. "i'm just glad you're alive and well. i wish you didn't have to get hurt or hurt anyone, but... i'm glad you love me enough to defend me like you did even though i wasn't there." you said in a quiet voice, smiling up at him with tears in your own eyes, matching the tears in his as he looked back at you and nodded, his lower lip quivering.

"i'd do it all again, and more, for you–mi cielo. i swear, you... you won't ever shed another tear... because of another person being an asshole to you–i can't not love you, cielo, i can't..." miles murmured with a cracking voice as he got more vulnerable. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close as he sobbed, muttering to you how he'd love you forever, that much would never change–no matter if the multiverse demanded you two cannot be, he'd make a world for just the two of you, even if everyone else would disagree.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @solecitoszn @onginlove @euphovlq @meowmoraless

[gyarustarrr]

LORE LORE LORE!!!🗣️🗣️🗣️ (This is super long and my English is horrible for a native speaker so bear w me)

ILL BE REAL I DIDNT PUT MUCH THOUGHT INTO A REASONABLE BACK STORY but bcuz shes a self insert i had to make a mention for my bestie who can EASILY be in the pressure universe fr <3

Pre-lockdown: I think itd be unique that if Sebastian was used to give humans gills then Phanny can be used to find immortality cuz who doesnt love when a corrupt corporate entity tries to find the cure for death, happens all the time lol. I say for the important parts shes fused with an immortal jellyfish, my favorite jelly which im extreme jelly of 😼😼😼😼, and i would say that its possible that she could live forever IN THEORY with the dna of that jelly but that would have to be tested lmaooo.

I believe because shes also able bodied (mostly) she would be given similar jobs as Sebastian so shes not depressed, rotting, or lashing out. Not sure if they'd work together but she's observant and being a psychologist, she def psychoanalyzing the hell outta everybody in the facility out of boredom. She seems happy but ofc its a coping mech to make the best out of the absolute horrors around her, still emotional unstable and freaks tf out frequently. Once Sebastian frees everybody, she's free to roam and sees what Sebastian is doing. She asks to assist him in his goal but she only plays a part once Seb handles BIDNESS on land during lockdown. Post lockdown she scavenges for data and whatever here and there but shes mostly left alone or out of most of his operation, yk,,,working with Mr Lopee and all. She really tries to get close with Sebastian (despite emphasizing hes a married man, YEAH SURE BUDDY YOU'RE LIKE 32, WHATEVER MAKES U FEEL BETTER💀) and being the drama fiend i am, i think having a "moment of weakness" would lead to their complex semi romantic possibly toxic dynamic.

Fight: And as i did my research its highly debatable if Sebastian is telling pAInter the truth about getting them both out. Phanny would believe this without question cuz if he can make a plan and has all these skills and resources, he should be able to take everyone (this also includes other peoples inserts and ocs who are experiments because it makes the setting more lively and interesting). I even thought of a cool ass line my homie thought was cold asf for argument dialogue between Phanny and Seb about taking everyone back up to the surface.

Just to summarize: Phanny mentions how noble Seb is after making progress with his escape plan, assuming that he'll take at least as many people as possible including Phanny. Sebastian at this point is already trying to push her away post weakness moment and he know damn well he's just doing this for himself and never accounted to leave w/ a whole damn facility of sentient experiments. He just wanna see his mom again and hes already working in private with Mr Lopee i mean this is a one man escape plan. This ofc shatters Phanny cuz from what hes saying, nobody and he mean NOBODY is getting out of here with him. Hes not a savior and hes not responsible for people he dont even know or fuck with like tf?? And Phannys like OKAY? Nobody's asking you to be JESUS but can you at least be Moses?? Free us so we can all get justice! Explain why you can't take a handful and come back once u take this damn company down?? What about your promise to pAInter? To ME.

Ofc it ends in a big brawl, think Mark getting his shit rocked by his own dad (Omniman from invincible) and they just have this heartbreaking dialogue and they split ways.

Post fight + breakdown: After this, Phanny is basically losing it. I even have a vision for this if it was actually in game and she was an actual character with weight to the gameplay. Like crying and wailing in the vents and pipes, shit breaking, Phanny not being seen for a majority of the game until shes physically stopping u from going through doors and rushing the player. Not to kill them, she loves the expendables and protects them but if she really has to if it means Sebastian can get out/she gets to see another day then...

Plus i drew what that would look like in my last post where shes just standing in the dark in the corner blocking the door. Even if shes not blocking the door she's obviously going through something and can't be interacted with, she just follows the player with her eyes and breathes heavily. If its not that then shes crying by the the water and interacting with her gets the player a DEVIOUS side eye or no response.

Pre-breakdown + if she were actually in the game: I can't really explain why she would help the expendables WITHOUT knowing removing the crystal will indirectly end their lives, i actually havent evaluated that yet but shes friendly to expendables, takes free trade in exchange for shiny objects, and can be seen hanging out with or talking to Sebastian, or passing by in the water/halls. She's capable of killing the player entirely by accident due to her tentacles hanging from the ceiling which she chills in and dying to her makes her scream or apologize (before Sebastian says something snarky) since shes strictly against killing and never willing.

Announcing ur presence helps her know shes in the way. Typical interactive npc shenanigans. Maybe even saving expendables from certain attacks but these are rare interactions in the game. She's overall friendly and if she were real, she'd prolly be a fandom fave (ofc not on Sebastian's level, LETS BE HUMBLE YALL😭) because shes so polite and her tragedy comes near the end where the player isnt even aware of how she became hostile in just a few hours of the run. Her story would hardly happen in game and itd be one of those things a creator would have to mention outside of their game for fans to know abt yk?

Its typical for creators to just drop the craziest lore ever about a character but they're purposefully vague or literally like oh yeah time constraints so we scrapped it lol.

ALRIGHTY CLASS, ANY QUESTIONS? (typing this on my phone was so crazy guys ik its a lot but trust me its DECENT lore </3

[pinkandlilacroses]

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 6

• summary {in which an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {angst, it gets cute at the end tho}

averys pov

“avery why cant we tell them” azzi yells, this has been our third fight this week about this topic

“azzi you know why we cant” i say, sternly

“no i dont, thats why im asking”

“azzi, bellas in the other room. shut up” i say

“ok, fuck you” say says, walking out

azzis pov

azzi

- u home

paige

- pls dont come

- stay with avery please

azzi

- im coming

fuck paige has been weird lately, and she wont tell me

its definitely something with bella

i don’t know how bella doesn’t notice

paige is in love with her

“azzi what did i say” paige says, yelling, tears flooding her eyes and the neck of her shirt

“paige whats happening” i say, genuinely concerned for my best friend

she begins wailing. i’ve never seen her cry like this before

i quickly wall up and embrace her

“i fucked it” she says, barley getting her words out

“i want her and ill never be able to make her mine” she continues

“bella?” i question

“yes” she says, raising her voice

“im calling her”

“no, azzi, no, please don’t. please” she says, pleading, her voice growing louder

“paige, you need to talk to her. i’ve never seen you like this before” i say, authoritatively

“she hates me”

azzi is calling bella

“hey bella”

“hey”

“can you come over”

“yeah ill come now”

call ended

“paige this is a good thing, you guys need to talk”

bellas pov

i know this is about paige

id be lying if i said i was fine about this situation

i’m reality, i’ve been crying. everyday. at any given opportunity

i dont have any resentment towards paige, even though i definitely should. i mean, what she did was fucked

and she never explained herself, all she could say is “i cant do it” like what the fuck does that mean

knock, fuck i should leave

knock, i hate her

knock, no i dont

“hey bella” azzi says, bringing me into her embrace. i know azzi and avery are dating, but they cant tell anyone because avery cheated on jake with azzi, and she hates what she did. but she truly does love the girl, cute. i hate love

“paige is in her room”

walking towards paiges room, nerves surprisingly aren’t present. i felt calm, normal

“who is it” paige yells, across the door

“bella” i say, yelling back

paiges pov

“shit shit shit” i say to myself, i look awful. i didn’t think she would actually show up

i’ve been crying for what feels like years, and i finally can get everything off my chest. but i’m more terrified than ever before

she opens the door. fuck

“hey paige” she says softly, i cant bear to look at her. i dont want to see how she has effected me

“paige look at me” she says, sitting down next to me, leaning over. hand on my knee

i look at her

shock plastered on her face

she says nothing, bringing me close and wrapping her arms around me, protectively

“im so sorry” i say into her chest

“paige its ok, im not mad”

“yes you are, i fucked up” i say, tears beginning to form again

she moves so we are face to face, her laying on top of me

“you dont know how bad i want you bella, but i’m, i’m scared” i say, i’ve never been this vulnerable with a girl before. i feel weak

“paige its ok, theres no pressure” she says, reassuringly

“i know you dont feel the same, thats why ive been so down”

“how do you know, paige” she says, sternly. contrasting her previous tone

“it’s obvious” i say. is it?

“no its not, i want you the same amount that you want me” she says, staring intently into my tear filled eyes, that are forming once again

“really” i say, genuinely confused

“yes” she says, slightly laughing

this cant be real, how, what, when, where, why.

after everything i’ve done, she still likes me?

“paige, you there” she says, commenting on my spacing out

“are you sure” i say, coming back to reality

she responds by gently pressing her lips to my own

this kiss was different than any others i’ve experience, its sweet, loving. reflecting of how i feel about her, and i guess how she feels about me.

[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

A Family Conflicted

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (One Sided)

Length: 25.9k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, implied accusations of stealthing/baby trapping, pregnancy, discussions of abortion, mention of child illness, possessive tendencies, modern!au

Notes: The festival in this chapter is made up, my own in universe equivalent to Halloween. Previous Installment Here, Series Masterlist Here

Jon wished he could say he had no idea what his brother was talking about. It was the middle of the night, and he felt as if he was just ambushed. With what he knew they were now both aware of, or at least, Robb was certainly aware of, it seemed if you hadn’t spoken to Jon about it yet, he was now taking it upon himself to do so on his own. Jon knew there was nothing on him giving it away, and his face was as steeled and calm as could be if not just a tad on edge.

Closing his car door, he only made it a few steps up before stopping with a more narrowed gaze. But, if Robb wanted to go down this route, Jon wasn’t going to make it easy. “How what is a coincidence?”

Barley raising an eyebrow, Robb didn’t move nor shift his expression as much as Jon did. “She didn’t tell you?” Jons face though, didn’t change and yet that told him everything he needed to know. Were there something going on with you that Jon wasn’t aware of, everyone knew he would jump at the first chance to find out if you were alright. But he didn’t, he tried to stay calm but in turn, he was too calm. And Robb knew it. “So she did tell you.”

Jaw clenching, Jon turned his head away for a moment. Staring at the nothing of the driveway beside his feet, his hand holding the cloth bag a little tighter knowing that at least one thing was more able to be found out by Robb then the other that might drive suspicion. “She did.” Like Jon had put it to himself before, if Robb wished to do this now he’d have to say it of his own volition. What he was really accusing him of.

He started off easy, pushing off the edge of the wall and letting the arms crossed over his head drop to his sides. “Why was she so scared to tell you?”

In an honest motion, Jon had dropped his head a little with a pointed stare. His voice rough and low and almost a bit slowly spoken as if putting emphasis on what they both should be aware of already. “We’re not married, we haven’t been dating for long and we didn’t plan this. Of course she was scared.” Robb only pressing him on asking in a repeat of what he said, that it wasn’t planned and it was Jons turn to step closer. “You think she’d be afraid to tell me she was pregnant if we were already trying?”

His face already twisting into an anger that could spiral out of control should he not control himself, but if what he thought was coming truly was, his anger might snap and he knew it.

“Or if only one of you was trying.”

He didn’t even let Jon retaliate, barrelling right past what he knew was a move to defend either of you on it. “We both knew she didn’t plan this, Snow. She started having a panic attack just trying to tell me, let alone you. Why would she be so scared to tell you? Why was her first instinct to beg me to believe her saying she didn’t do this on purpose?”

Whatever Robb thought, that hurt in Jons own heart. You pled the same thing to him, but Jon had never even once gone down that path of thinking with you before. He dared not think too long on where that might have come from, for more accurately, who put that in your head that such a thing was an option. With your track record for dating, Jon knew it came from an already scared place. But Robb? Why Robb was accusing him was another.

“And she begged me to believe the same thing.” Neither said anything for a moment, but nothing changed in what was brewing in the eyes of both wolves. Jon broke the heavy silence first that time. “We’ve known her since we were children. And a few weeks ago she was worried she was intruding coming to dinner with us just because she was dating me then. After everything Karl and Ramsay must have put her through, of course she jumps to the worst option with me. It hasn’t been that long.”

It was painful, but it was true. As comfortable as Jon had gotten you with being romantically involved, you still were incredibly apprehensive about other things and tonight had proven just that. How instantly your mind had jumped to the worst thing, and adding insult to injury, how willing you were to do whatever he wanted to just to make it right.

Slowly did both of them move one at a time to close the gap, Robb now stepping closer to him with more of an edge in his tone. “You’re right, it hasn’t been that long. And it happened anyways. She tell you how she think it happened?”

It was not taken as well as it sounded in his head. “I assume you know how the process works.”

Robbs eyes narrowed though, in the dim lighting from the front porch it was not well seen but Jon knew that his blue eyes were no doubt flashing in something warning not to test him. “She thinks it was when you both went to Hornhill. For the wedding. Said she got drunk and forgot.” Before Jon could even open his mouth, Robbs tone dropped further to something much more blatantly angry. “After what happened and you let her get that drunk? Let alone-”

Whatever line both of them were trying not to cross, Robb had accidentally crossed an entirely different one that pushed Jon into something far more angry and his voice no longer had the sensibility to keep as calm or quiet to contain it. “Let alone what?” Robb didn’t answer, seemingly realizing what he had almost insinuated but it was too late. “No, Robb. Tell me, you think I let her get wasted so I could sleep with her. Hope she’d forget her birth control on purpose. Tell me that’s what you think I did.”

If that was honest in his heart what he thought, Robb talked around it. “You let her get drunk at all after I had to-”

Only this time, Jon wasn’t having it. “She’s not a child. I don’t have to tell her what she can and can’t do when we’re out celebrating. What would you have wanted me to do? Keep her on a leash? Order her around in front of everyone that she can’t drink when no one else has a problem with it?” Jon could feel his voice starting to raise but it wouldn’t stop as he also stepped closer to his brother. “She got too drunk once, and you’ve never let it go. You might not have moved on yet, but I have. How about when she wakes up you tell her how wrong she was for getting drunk at all?”

You weren’t even that much in the way of drunk, certainly by the time he got you back to the hotel. It had been a while since your last drink, what he couldn’t even recall. Something sweet and citrus smelling that you shared with Gilly. After that you all sat there talking for a while, a little more dancing certainly again between you and the much more drunk Gilly who was having the time of her life. Then you ended up speaking to Sam’s mother for a while as the worst of it wore off.

He had to help you more down the steps to the car, but beyond that the glassy look in your eye had mostly gone away by the time you got to the room. You weren’t entirely sober, he knew that, but neither was he. You were about as buzzed as he was, but thanks to the Free Folk, Jon had guiltily learned how to drive with more alcohol in his system then most people. He was fine to drive you home when you weren’t, but Robb was acting as if you were as black out drunk as you had gotten that night.

When he had mentioned you talked to Tormund that night, you hadn’t even remembered that much. You just recalled when Robb got there and little more after, since you passed out in his car. You weren’t that, you could walk in a straight line and no one would sense you were drunk unless they knew you well enough to spot how much more let loose you were.

Jon didn’t even know if you had took your birth control or not, he didn’t pay attention to that. You did it so routinely that he just assumed you had before, and clearly, you assumed that as well. If he knew you hadn’t taken it, would he have wanted too? Of course, that dark part of his brain hadn’t left, but he was sensible enough not to push it.

At most, he’d have laid you out on the bed and tasted between your legs until you passed out. He wouldn’t have risked it if he knew. Getting you pregnant wasn’t the worst thing ever, but he never wanted to push you before you were ready.

Back in his present though, Robb was growing more protective over you by getting more angry at him. “So it was an accident. The one night she gets drunk enough to forget her birth control, after going with you to a wedding, is the one time you accidentally got her pregnant. Even after everything from the other night about you clearly already talking to someone about getting her pregnant in the first place.” His tone had dropped back to a more even cadence, but Jon could pick out the bitterness in it as much as he could not hide his blatant anger.

Perhaps that time, Jon took it too far but once he said it he couldn’t take it back. “Mistakes happen. Just because you expect everyone around you to be as perfect as you all the time, doesn’t mean I do.” They only stared at each other as the guilt had sunk down heavy into Jons heart right away. The pressure was always on Robbs shoulders enough as it was, he didn’t need Jon of all people making him feel ashamed of that tendency to obsess over perfection. But he couldn’t stop himself before he spoke a little more strained to finish the thought off, “But you weren’t the one between us who was the mistake in the first place, I wouldn’t you expect to understand any of that.”

The conflict was set out. A slight against Robb, and yet Robb picked up on Jons own insecurity even if he didn’t realize it. All of the Stark children were planned, his father was lucky in that sense. All but Jon. An accident with a random woman whom wanted nothing to do with him since he was born. Jons entire life was a mistake, and no matter how unplanned his own child had become, he wasn’t about to follow the same path. They’d have two parents who could prove you both would see them otherwise no matter what. But, both brothers knew it also meant Jon still hadn’t gotten passed it.

Jon still had not moved passed the self image that he was a mistake in his fathers life.

But, they were both smart, intelligent men with short tempers and for all those smarts, sometimes, slow minds. Which was why Jon slighted Robb, and Robb slighted him right back. “You still haven’t told me why I should think you didn’t get her pregnant on purpose.” Only to cut Jon off once more when he went to argue. “Where’d you go tonight? Left when all of us were asleep, where’d you even go? Whats in there?”

Nodding down to the bag, Jon couldn’t tell Robb that. He might never paint the image he was innocent of that accusation if he did. It was just Jons obsessive nature that made him buy it, nothing malicious. Just like the ring in his pocket, he would’ve waited years if he needed to before either gift was necessary. But the timing was just terrible, because Jon consistently had the worst timing known to man.

He answered as honestly as he could while keeping it vague. “I had to pick something up from the station.” Asking what, Jon just as shortly snapped back. “Something that isn’t your business, Robb. My life isn’t always about you, including now.” Trying to move into the house fed up with this conversation, Robb pressed a hand against his torso and pushed him back.

Both men moving in front of the other with narrowed, angry gazes and shoulders near squaring up in an aggression as Robb said your name. “If I have something to be worried about with her, then it is my business. I care about her too, Snow.”

“Too much.” His eyes narrowed as Jon elaborated, his voice raising again. “Robb you care about her to the point you made yourself jealous. You always encouraged me to date her, you called me telling me to come back and fix what I screwed up. And now that things between me and her are fine, you got jealous that it wasn’t all about you and she wouldn’t rely on you the way she would me from now on. Because you can’t let me have one thing to myself that you don’t want to take from me.”

Were they both not so angry, they’d have noticed the lights on the main house porch turning on, or the lights in the very house behind them turning on inside. Robbs voice raised too, which wasn’t helping. When Jon raise his voice it was somewhat expected with his shorter temper. Robb had just as much of a temper, but never when Jon was also angry. And their shouting voices carried throughout the property. “You were afraid that she needed me, so you trap her with you to make sure she’d need you for the rest of her life.”

Jon only shouted back, “Thats what you think of me?”

Robb arguing that Jon so far hadn’t given him any reasons to think otherwise and it was growing and growing in tension to the point were they true wolves they might’ve let their teeth out by now. “Or you were afraid you’d lose her and so you got her pregnant to force her to stay no matter what you do to fuck up in the future.”

Robb only tilted his head with a raise of his eyebrow, challenging Jon to prove him otherwise but letting the bag in his hand drop to the ground without care, Jon took a massive step right in Robbs face. Both moving in a way that signalled to any watching that they might not have the claws of wolves, they had the aggression of one. But that was the thing, there were people watching.

More then they realized, with their voices having shouted more then they realized.

Two pairs of hands intervened. One pulling Robb back by the shoulder, the other all but dragging Jon down the driveway. Theon refusing to let Robb shove him off, leaning into his side with a very short and rather pissed off hiss, “Knock it off.”

It was his father in his ear, “Enough.” As if ingrained in his blood to listen, Jon settled right away. His heart not yet slowing down but the pounding against his chest lessened to the point his blood cooled off a bit. Addressing them both, Ned sounded both exhausted and a bit shocked. “You both really thought shouting at each other out here was the best place to handle this situation?”

Robb tried to defend himself, or them both for all Jon knew. “Father,”

But he wouldn’t have it. Telling him that they’ve both said more then enough. Glancing to the side, they had more of an audience. All dressed in their sleepwear, Catelyn stood closer to the house with wide, concerned eyes. Arya stood close to Sansa’s side as they likely told their little brothers to stay in their rooms before following their mother. Sansa’s wide blue eyes were shocked but less worried as she looked beyond where Robb now stood less agitated at Theons side up the small steps. “You’re really pregnant?”

It was only then did both Jon and Robb realize. Jon finally looking more up, and Robb half turning around and the guilt washed over them both to a flooding degree. You stood at the front door, partially opened as your hands gripped onto it with something even in the dim light Jon could tell was incredibly upset. Stammering, you looked between them all and just nodded before you broke.

Everything Jon said and did to calm you back down tonight, and he let his temper and possessiveness get the better of him and once again broke it himself. Hand coming up to try and cover your mouth, the hope you could force the cry back down but it slipped in your eyes.

Were his father not keeping a hold on his shoulder to stay there, he would’ve gone right too you, but he had a feeling no one else here thought him or Robb were the right fit to handle this.

Catelyn though, through her deeply rooted issues with him, still could look at you and see a girl she saw grow up on and off for half your life. Stepping up closer, she held an arm out her hand stretched to take yours as she muttered you name, “Come with me.” Like the instincts of an upset girl took over, breaking Jons heart all over again, you just nodded.

Letting your hand drop with a shaking gasp trying to hold back but the tears just fell freely at that point. Catelyn wrapped her arm around your back as she turned to guide you into the house, quietly in a soothing voice saying she’d made you something to calm down until your voices were too faded, being moved into the main house.

Everyone stood still looking at each other until Arya repeated what her sister had said with your name, “She’s actually pregnant this time?”

They looked at Jon, but he didn’t respond. Eyes closing as he ran a hand over his mouth, the anger had melted away and was replaced instantly with something deeply guilty at causing this. He had told you that you both would break the news to them in a few days, prepare what to say make it easy on your nerves and he ruined that by engaging in Robbs jealousy.

His father though, had other ideas. “Go inside.” Robb tried to plead but barley managed to get a single word out. “All of you. Let me speak to Jon alone.”

Were that not intimidating, would he ask the same questions? How far did the accusations get heard by them? You no doubt had heard them all. Likely waking up to the muffled sound of voices shouting and along with Theon opened the door to a firestorm of news that the rest of the Starks too were now privy too.

Theon had to yank Robb backwards to all but shove him towards the stairs, his voice thick with sleep and an irritation seldom heard on him. “Done enough damage for one night, haven’t you?”

Looking back, Jon still stood as still as a statue, the nerves now rushing through him at a lightening speed to what was coming from the one man whose opinion mattered more then even Robbs of him. But Ned nodded at Theons asking gaze to close the door, and waited too until he saw the girls close the front door to the main house.

“Father-”

A man who cut right to the chase though, was if no one else, the epitome of Ned Stark. “You want to move you both into the main house, I assume. Make sure she’s around everyone the further along she gets?” Jon stood in a sort of numbness if not shock at everything he had just let happen. But he nodded, dropping his hand down as both settled by his waist as if to steady himself. He wasn’t pushed though, “Alright. Get some rest. Catelyn will call Maester Luwin to get her on our care, and we’ll start getting ready in the meantime first thing in the morning.”

Waiting for him to nod, his father got only a few feet before Jon shouted, not as loud, just getting his attention. The wide eyed look on his face reminding his father much more of the nervous boy he used to be and not the man he was. “What Robb-”

But he was cut off, something the Stark men were seemingly good at towards one another. “Forget that right now. Get whatever sleep you can, avoid Robb and we’ll speak later.” Not moving until Jon nodded that time, before turning to make his way back to the house where Jon could only presume they’d keep you in for the rest of the night. Away from the two wolves who ruined everything with their jealousy, and keep them separated with Theon there to act as a guard to ensure they didn’t make more of a mess then this was.

Barley closing the front door when the Greyjoy in question spoke. “Seven hells, you two know how to break the news don’t you?” Jon only let his eyes half glare in his direction, hand stretched behind him with the bag to lock it without needing to look. “Don’t glare at me, Snow. I didn’t announce to the whole realm she’s pregnant.”

Theon likely didn’t expect Jon to say anything, only watching as he made his way to his room now free from your presence much to his own personal upset. Tossing the bag down onto the ruffled bed, he could see the hints of the wolf plush and his eyes closed trying to keep it all together at how badly he just made everything to start you off with.

What he was going to say to Robb come morning, he had no idea. But he’d wake as early as he could to find out when he was taking you to see Maester Luwin. No matter what he was accused off, he was going to make sure you and the baby were alright no matter how suspiciously prepared Robb thought he was.

You had tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary.

Assuming he must have plenty to do, but Jon was simply one of the most stubborn men you knew. Not even arguing back, the second he parked did he leave and round the other side to help you out. Muttering under your breath at him, “I can do this part.” He only gave you that look however. The one that was with a tilt of his head and a knowing expression in his eyes that said not to test him. You both knew he would simply coddle you more if just to prove you wrong.

Now though it had been a while, a few hours as everything essentially had to be redone. Luwin was the Starks Maester and you had known him from when you were younger but it had been some time since then. He knew you were coming of course, Catelyn having been the one to call him to set the appointment up but she didn’t share many details. Only telling him that they had just learned you were pregnant, and they were going to set you up on their private system. Not saying a word, Maester Luwin’s eyebrows raised as Jon was the one who walked you in.

His physical behaviour enough to tell him what he thought, only to then have Jon lay out most of the details for him in your nervous place. Having to do everything all over again so that the results were certain in their own records, Jon stayed with you the whole time. Any question that even could have popped up, Jon would ask without hesitating.

Now as you sat there, still up on the patient table, your hands held at the edge with a tense nervousness. Jon however, stood beside you with a gaze permanently scowled it felt. Your condition had already been reconfirmed, but now you mostly awaited results on your general health going into your second month and what to do next. Jon seemed to almost worry that something would come back wrong with you already, occasionally only moving to glance at the note one of the assistants wrote for him. When your eyes glanced at it with a curiosity, you had made a jest in nothing but a normal teasing, “One pretty girl’s number and you’re already reconsidering?”

Jons expression only fell further though, turning to you with a hand now running along your arm reassuringly. The other flipping the note around so you could read it as he too explained. “A list of books for me to read.” Tucking it away in his jeans pocket without looking away, Jon let that hand come sit innocently on the thigh closest to him from your higher seated position. “I’m not leaving anything up to chance if I don’t have to.”

Swallowing roughly, you knew he picked up on the heavy wave that flooded you. The way he so earnestly cared and was actively interested in even the most minute part of this process hit something in you. Perhaps it stemmed from that deeply rooted fear that he would either not want you, or want you to get rid of it once he found out. But you simply nodded, Jon letting the hand on your upper arm come up. Brushing the hair out of your face so he could cup your cheek, turning to step towards you.

His voice tender again, the grey in his eyes bright and more hopeful then even yours. “I told you, I’m going to take care of you.” You only managed to get a nod out before the door opened, Luwin entering once more.

If you weren’t sitting, you’d have nervously pulled more away from Jon so the affection wasn’t so blatant, but Jon was not at all perturbed by someone seeing the behaviour. A fluster in your chest at the brightness in his eyes almost amused. The last you had seen Luwin you were still a teenager with a crush on Jon that no one but you knew about, and now seeing him again after all this time but suddenly pregnant and unmarried was a bit embarrassing.

Everyone knew this was an accident, and you hated thinking that everyone was judging you both for it.

Jon promptly turning to ask if he found anything, but Luwin only placated his fears. “Everything is fine.” The tensity in Jons shoulders dropped, but the nerves within you clearly did not even as Luwin now addressed you specifically, “We will start you on a few things for the baby’s development. Standard protocol, folic acid, prenatal vitamins. Normally it’s ideal to start taking them before getting pregnant, but missing the first few weeks won’t harm the little one at all.”

Nodding, you glanced at the ones he was writing down. You thought the question, but Jon asked it without even hesitating. “How often will she need to take them?”

Luwin clearly knew Jon well, handing him the list sensing that he was the one who would be taking charge on some of these things. “Until at least twelve weeks.” Looking between you both, as if informing you, but noting for Jon to make sure you followed through properly. “Take them with food in the morning. If they make you feel unwell, take half in the morning and half in the afternoon. You will get the full effects you need, but the symptoms should be less severe that way if that becomes an issue.”

You all had gone over as many details as you could possibly imagine. Mind overwhelmed with information as Jon carefully helped you down onto two feet before turning to thank Maester Luwin. First a formal handshake, but of course, he had known Jon since the day his father brought him home, he was closer to him then that.

As you turned away awkwardly, picking up your bag to wrap it around your front once more, you didn’t watch the congratulatory hug Luwin offered the much more brightly smiling Jon for the news. No one from your life so early on would ever grace you with that reaction. Some wanted too that you knew for a while, of course. Because of Sansa, you had gotten a slew of messages and voicemails from Margaery demanding you call her back about it, meaning you too had gotten some much less demanding but no less excited ones from Loras. Because of Arya, you had gotten a few from Gendry who while happy for you, played it off much more as a warning that if you ever needed backup against Jon, to which you promptly told thanked with sarcasm for his enthusiasm.

You hadn’t heard from Renly, even though no doubt Loras would’ve said something to him. You hadn’t heard from Robert even though you knew Ned had promised to talk to him about the distance between you and the rest of your family. Which also meant naturally, you heard no word from your mother or father. You heard nothing from Shireen, but she was only eleven. She didn’t have a phone, and had restricted, monitored computer time. She wasn’t going to be able to reach out to you with no one noticing.

It was a suffocating, yet jealous feeling. The Starks all had each others backs, and aside from last night they all found out, there had been next to no conflict over it. You were pregnant and that was the end of it, from then on it was all about preparing for what was to come. Your family was not like that. Your father a more rigid and reserved man, and your mother raising you under the Faith of the Seven with her own devotion, you knew that this was going against what in other people they would be willing to tolerate.

In their eyes, you were raised better then that and were disgracing the family by getting pregnant while unmarried, and not to someone they would want to pre approve of as acceptable to the family standards. Perhaps they had thought dating Jon would be little more then a late rebellious phase, and not something sustainable and long term. But now, they were forced to face the music that you were about to have it in for the long haul in one way or another. Jon was forever intertwined in their lives as the father of their grandchild. You could only imagine if they did chose to even speak to you, it no doubt would turn into a lecture about reputation for you, and a lack of respectable treatment of their daughter to him.

You hadn’t quite understood what the argument was about last night. Between Jon and Robb. You had awoken in the middle of the night alone in his room, and the faint sounds of muffled fighting grew louder and louder until you recognized the voices. Throwing something on, that was when you had ran into Theon who awoke to the same thing. Only he had heard more then you, and the flicker of his eyes down to your stomach told you that the argument was about just that.

Whatever in that tension still existed, they had at least sat it aside for now. Afterall, Robb had been the one to volunteer starting to move things into the main house while Jon took you to this appointment. It was tradition, they had all insisted. Catelyn at least had grown up in the Riverlands, meaning she knew that southerners didn’t show such devoted unwavering support in these times but she happily had adapted to the idea, and despite her long standing silent conflict with Jon, it was you she was setting that aside for to bring you in.

Ned had argued the most for it to you when he came back inside, saying that you would be more comfortable in the main house once your pregnancy advanced into the further months and it would be easier moving you in now then later. They cared so much they were all happy to move you into their main home to take care of you. It was verging on later in the afternoon and still not a word was sent to you by any of your family.

Not even a smarmy text from Joffery talking down to you for making the family look bad. When not even your repulsive cousin wanted to insult you, you knew they were not approving. Image was a lot for the Baratheons for a long time, and you seemed to have just publicly squashed it into nothing. Only Gendry reached out, but he was a cousin that wasn’t even raised in the family. No one even knew he was part of the family until years ago when you met him. He was blood but he wasn’t family in the same sense, so it wasn’t the same. He accepted it because he didn’t care about that sort of thing, but the family who raised you did and spoke not a word to you.

By the time you got pulled back into the present, Jon had startled you by simply coming up behind you and resting his hands at your upper arms with a small murmur of your name. Followed by a tighter grip and a narrowed expression you could hear if not see. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Shaking your head, you turned to look up at him with what he could clearly see was a false smile. “Are we ready to go?” Nodding, Jon simply moved passed you only slightly to grab his own jacket as you looked over more politely to Maester Luwin in a fashion he knew was overly formal. “Thank you for everything.”

He took it fine though, not a man perturbed by an awkward attitude. “It’s what I’m here for. I’ll see you in a few weeks.” Nodding, Jon thanked him again before turning you towards the door. Everyone was polite in saying goodbye on your way out, despite how little you said a word. Jon did most of that talking, thanking the assistant who must have given him the book list on his way out, while you still said very little.

A breeze was finally making it’s way into the air as you both walked through the small parking lot. Jon keeping a hand on your lower back without moving it the whole time, feeling his grey eyes watching you closely as you fidgeted with the strap of your bag. The silence you could tell was not it’s usual comfortable. It was heavy and noticeable, even as Jon still silently insisted on helping you into the car, shutting the door normally. You could see his shoulders tense has he rounded to the other side. Sitting down and running a hand over his mouth, before pulling his own seatbelt and half turning to nod over at you to do the same.

You could see out of the corner of your eye that he turned to you, wide eyed and lips parted ready to say something before deciding against it. Turning the car on being as far as he got before he tried again, that time his face twisted back to something more serious and normal. “I want to pick these books up, and a few more things, I’ll drop you off at the house before.”

He had already started to pull out of the parking lot by the time your brain caught up with hearing the words. Looking over at him more confused, you simply asked “Why?” Jon only muttering as he moved onto the main road that he wanted you to relax not drag you around town more. Sitting back in your seat, you felt a heavy block in your throat at how awkward the car was. You thought he was happy, he seemed happy when he found out last night,

But maybe you thought, this was the turn. The next morning and the realization comes of what hes getting himself into, and wondering if it was too late to go back. His family was busying moving you into the main house, he took you to see the families Maester and plans were made. He couldn’t turn around and ask you to get rid of it now, or decide to break up. Everyone else was already attached to the idea.

Nothing was said the rest of the ride, you sensing Jons tension or Jon picking up on your awkward unwillingness to look at him but no one said a word. It wasn’t far, but it felt like the air between you both was rather heavy. Seeing things still being moved from the smaller house, Jon clearly decided dropping you off there was better, knowing more people would be in there at that moment then not.

You though, took it as a quiet sign that he just wanted you out of the car. It was less of a drive to get you here then the main house and without saying a word you didn’t want to linger around him more if your presence was bothering him. Not looking at him, or even waited a single second for what Jon had intended, to open the door for you as he had before but you were already out of the car. Head down and posture sunk in on itself as you walked up the small steps.

When the car left, you weren’t even sure. Walking inside before you could turn around and see how Jon was truly watching you a bit lost, a worry bright in his eyes before fighting with himself to leave. Picking these things up now meant he could get home to you sooner again, at the least.

Inside, the place looked a bit scattered. Jons door was wide open as was yours, Everything else was in place, as you assumed for the other side of the bedrooms. Theon must have been the only one in there at the moment, walking out of what was your room looking down the hall. You hadn’t even taken anything off, not shoes or whatnot feeling suddenly as if you didn’t belong in here anymore. If he sensed your mood, he took the road of trying to lighten it up first. “Still pregnant?”

It was a joke. You knew it was a joke, and yet you hesitated. Something in your gut twisting a bit at the fear that you made a mistake again. That maybe Jon really changed his mind and you should’ve just accepted the moontea that day at the doctors. Swallowing roughly, you tilted your head in a small nod as you glanced around. Clearing your throat as you swiftly changed the subject, not that such a thing was lost on Theon. “Lots of space for two people.”

“One.” Your brows narrowed, Theon leaning against a wall as his arms crossed casually gesturing with his chin over to where the other bedrooms were. “Robbs going back too.” He knew you didn’t grasp that either, or sensed you were lost on what was going on considering the fight the previous night. “His brothers having a baby, you’re someone hes been friends with for years. He has the time to allocate to his family, so he’s going to help out. Or, try. Considering...”

The look towards you had you shift on your feet, eyes flickering away as your head looked down before nodding. “So you’re what? Staying here? Alone?”

Theon only shrugged “Isn’t so bad. Get some quiet for once. Get those two idiots out of my hair for a while, remember what its like living in a house where everyone isn’t always arguing.” Asking in a quiet voice what you were supposed to do without him, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “You’ll be surrounded by the Starks most days, you’ll have plenty to do.” But there was another, deeper look in his eye. One that picked up on the way you were standing and not saying anything, as if that spoke the words for you. “Besides,” Your eyes finally glancing back up to his properly. “I’m what? A two minute walk away at the most? I can see the bloody house from my window, Baratheon.”

Finally a small laugh came from you, Theon with a light chuckle to follow. He knew you were conflicted, and had been for some time about whatever the issue was between Robb and Jon and that you felt like you’d fall apart or let them fall apart without Theon there. But, he had more faith in you then you did for yourself. Walking up, he turned in place to wrap an arm around your shoulders and move you to where he had been working before. “Besides, if Jon and Robb aren’t here anymore. It means you can come over any time to finally get the hell away from them for a few hours.”

Only another small chuckle came from you, but it was enough. Theon playfully pushing you into the room as he told you to just look through whatever was still hanging in your closet and toss it onto the bed to bring over. Himself kneeling down to throw a few last things in a box and carry it out the door.

Looking up, most were things you hadn’t thought about in months. When Daenerys had arrived, you realized you didn’t have anything to work in. You had worked a different remote job for a while by then, but you still had clothes from working in an office. You brought them with you when you moved in with Karl Tanner, and left that house that day with half a bag barley enough for overnight and nothing else. Knowing you had nothing, the first day you showed up Renly had to bring you out to a more expensive shopping district to buy appropriate clothes.

You had hung them up when Robb and Ned had convinced your family to let you off the hook for working for them again, and didn’t look at them since. But it just all brought it back to where this started. You getting so drunk you couldn’t even walk, that you passed out the moment Robb got you in his car. Thats where everything fell apart and it was all your fault. All leading one thing to another leading you right here. You didn’t mean to put this on Jon, and he seemed to understand that you didn’t do this on purpose, but you started to feel like maybe he felt trapped anyways.

Your hand running over some of the fabric, the second the thought crossed your mind your stomach twisted once more in an upset. If it were her, he wouldn’t even be in this situation. She was smart enough not to forget something as simple as birth control. She wouldn’t ruin his life by keeping it and making him feel compelled to stay with you. This would’ve never happened if what you feared had come to pass.

Jon was out right now, likely at the book store resentful that he even needed to spend money on any of this, that he would feel compelled to read any of it. You had let yourself spend a few hours happy, the thought blossoming in your head of what if everything was going to be okay and now you felt too attached to go back. The thought that Jon wished he made you get rid of it sending something ill into your head and stinging behind your eyes.

You were ruining Jons life but maybe your child’s too by forcing them into a world that didn’t really want them on one end.

Again it was as if your hearing was turned off, not noticing them until they were at your back. A hand running smooth along your spine as Robbs voice made you jump just as Jons had only half an hour earlier. “Everything go alright with Maester Luwin?” You just nodded, Robb glancing around as if he hadn’t noticed the second he walked back over here from the main house. “Where’s Jon?”

Your voice was quiet and meek and he noticed. “Picking up some books they recommended.” Specifying about the baby and you nodded yes. You still didn’t understand what the fight last night was about, but you did know that Robb still was the one you knew wasn’t leaving. He was there and if he didn’t hate you already, he wouldn’t start now. You didn’t have to be so scared of ruining his life by keeping a baby that wasn’t even his. “Theon said you’re moving in too?”

Nodding, Robb more wrapped his arm around you the way Theon had, but pulled you a bit closer into his side as his hand ran up and down your upper arm. “Aye. Can take care of you better when I still see you everyday.” Muttering that he didn’t have too, Robb didn’t let a moment pass for thoughts to fill his words in your mind for him. “No, love. I don’t have to. I’m doing it because I care about you.”

Biting down on your tongue you desperately hoped that feeling would go away. The sting turning to warmth as the worry and self hatred filled your veins at what you had done. But still, the pricking in your mind that out of everyone Robb had assured you could open up to him. He talked you through your panic attack even as you terrifyingly spilled your secret, and he had been as gentle with you since. The feeling overwhelmed, and while nothing was loud, the breath you tried to take in was certainly stammering. A higher pitch that was a sound Robb knew well, turning to look at you and the painting in your eyes was as if flooded with water. The moment he turned to face you, a tender murmur of your name and you felt that fear break through. Covering your mouth to try and prevent it as if Robb wouldn’t see, but he didn’t let you linger on that thought.

Bringing you into his front, hiding you from the empty house but safe with him he let you try and hide how you were trying and utterly failing not to cry. Muttering down into your hair as he let one hand rise up, running down the length of it along your back smoothly, “It’s alright. I told you, we’re taking care of you.” You said nothing, but you suspected Robb didn’t assume you would. “No one wants you dealing with this on your own.”

It slipped out, it truly did. “Jon does.”

Robb would’ve pulled back in shock were his focus not more determined to calm you down in his arms, but his tone held a sudden edge to it asking with a high suspicion. “What do you mean?”

Trying to explain everything, how he was acting, how everything felt, what you were afraid of and Robb stood and let you say it all before speaking. In his own mind, something was off. Last night was not his best moment, but he knew he had to be sure. He needed to know Jon didn’t do this on purpose, and he still wasn’t. It was still a very real possibility. You being in tears telling him, promising you didn’t do this to trap him, how it happened on the one night since the bar you had gotten drunk and Jon didn’t seem to stop you, or remind you. It was all convenient.

Yet, you stood there fearing that Jon regretted everything and was too nice to tell you he wanted you to go back and get rid of it instead. Which was baffling. “Love-”

“I didn’t want this to ruin anything.” Robb only sighed, finally pulling back to grasp you on both arms to make you look at him. In slow words, asking why exactly it was you came to that conclusion, your eyes flickered away for a bit trying to find that answer. It didn’t come easy, just a feeling and a fear that you couldn’t shake off. “Maybe I should’ve just taken what the doctor suggested that day. He wouldn’t have ever known and he wouldn’t resent me.”

Robb sighed deeply, looking at you with a downward expression almost in disapproval. One hand reaching up to cup your cheek, and his eyes trying to soften enough to get you to follow naturally. “Jon doesn’t resent you. He wants this. He’s not good at expressing it, but he wants this.” Again it slipped out, the small fear of what if Jon just didn’t want it with you. “Who would-” Your eyes looked away from Robbs in a deep insecurity right away, him saying your name sternly. “Why in seven hells would you think he’d want anything to do with her after what happened?”

You shrugged, trying to turn from Robbs grasp and wipe what tears were still falling from your eyes. But it was a new voice which thew you even more off guard, how many people it seemed were privy now to your emotional outbursts. “She’s been back twenty minutes and you’ve already made her cry.” Your own eyes growing wide as you looked over, Ned leaning against the door frame with a knowing look towards you that would snap you out of it, if only in an embarrassment to be caught by a father figure this emotional, which did work.

Swallowing everything back down, you tried to say something but luckily Robb was quicker to it, catching onto the intentions moreso then you to change tune. “Not hard for her as of late.” Both laughed at your expense, and both took the moment before doing so to glance at your sudden mouth slightly agape almost in protest that it wasn’t true but the tears you wiped away stubbornly proving otherwise.

Choosing instead to cross your arms over your front, Ned held a hand out. “Come on, let Robb and Theon do the rest of the hard work.” Much like both his sons, as soon as you came close he gently pushed you forward along the main hallway with a hand at your back to guide you. Once stepping into the outside, his hand came up to grasp by your shoulder more comfortingly as you both begun to walk along the grass towards the main house. “Everything go alright?”

Nodding, you kept your arms crossed still, albeit now shifting to hide your hands more in your sleeves as the colder wind started to pick up. “I have another appointment in a few weeks, just to make sure everything is on track but he said it’s all fine.” Asking about Jon, you defaulted to the only answer you thought made sense. “He’s picking up some things they suggested he should get. Books, vitamins and whatnot.”

He nodded, but with a more pointed tone elaborated. “That’s fine, but I meant how was he during the appointment that has you so worked up.” You knew he watched your eyes flicker away, but you just shrugged. Saying he asked lots of questions. Some had described talking to you for information like pulling teeth, but Ned Stark was a man well prepared to tackle that stubborn nature. Certainly from a Baratheon, he had a lifetime of experience handling the house of stubborn stags. “I’ve never known Jon to ask questions that make a girl cry like that.”

Your gaze caught his, falling a bit flat at how all Starks held the same glint in their eyes and barley withheld smirks when they knew they were being overly clever. Inhaling deeply, your insides braced themselves not to once more overreact. “Jon didn’t say anything, or do anything. I’m just being stupid.” Ned clarified that being nervous wasn’t the same as being stupid as he guided you more towards the elaborate porch of the main house. Not yet guiding you inside but stopping to face you for a moment to get to the bottom of it before he led you inside. His look only expecting of you to grasp his point rather then lay it out further. Knowing you understood despite whatever was worried in your head. “It’s just been an overwhelming few days, I guess I don’t know what I’m feeling right now.”

“Jon knows that, he just doesn’t want you to try and hide that from him.” It took longer then a moment for you to grasp what he was saying was true, but he had a point. Nodding, you ran your sleeve more over your face as if to wipe away the turmoil so evident on it, but both you knew that the others wouldn’t pick it up as quickly as they might, and if Catelyn did, she wouldn’t bombard you about it in front of her other children.

She was always good at corralling the others out of the room to give someone space, talking gently to them about what was going on until she knew they had a plan going forward. But as the door to the main house opened, you had a feeling that no one was going to get you alone for some time today. The first thing in your hearing was the barking of direwolves, and the stern voice of Catelyn trying to cut through them. “That’s enough. Out, all of you.” You could imagine her pointing towards the back door, and the exasperated expression on her watching the most rowdy of them belonging to her youngest all causing chaos wherever they went. Lady was the only thing in sight, happily laying on one of her many expensive beds Sansa bought for her, clearly having had a spa treatment day recently. Her fur nice and clean and trimmed and a little scarf sort of fabric around her neck like a dog collar, only where a tag would be sat a bow on the side of her neck. A little rumble in the direwolf came out as you instantly approached her.

You were weak for them, all adorable as they were large and vicious to others. Going right for her ears, Lady’s golden eyes closed with that rumble deepening. The closest thing to a purr that a canine would get. Muttering quiet to the direwolf, “At least someones acting normal around me.” A small lick to your hand and a laugh let out you ran it over her head once more letting her to back to resting. Pushing up on your thighs from where you had braced yourself crouched down to her level, Catelyn walked into the room from one hall and Ned followed from the main room.

Her being the first, saying your name with a relief as if she too worried something would go wrong, but Ned cut her question off knowing everyone was going to be asking you it. “Everything’s alright. Maester Luwin is seeing her again in a few weeks for a check up, but she’s healthy so far.” Perhaps it was being a mother herself, knowing the degree to which things could go wrong that had her knowing what could’ve been on your mind.

An arm out she gestured to the kitchen, “Put your things away, there’s food out. You probably could use something to eat.” It was clear how long they were married, a single look shared between them and Catelyn nodded like words were shared mutually. Treating you with kid gloves as you sat down, she brought you a plate. Her eyes peeling to where the frame entered to the kitchen from the main living room, you knew she no doubt was watching for whom might walk in. Giving them that look she’s no doubt given to all her children, the gesture of her eyes and more stern expression telling them to leave them be.

Muttering into your food between bites, “Thank you, for everything today.” Her own eyes drifted back towards you and softened. Something more motherly then you ever imagined coming from your own, but you pushed that back down. Thinking along those lines this morning was what pulled you back into darker thinking in the first place, but you suspected she already noticed.

Leaning forward a little, her own voice lowering to minimize the chance of someone else hearing. “After what they all put you through last night, the least I could do was give you some peace and quiet.” It felt good having something in your system, it had been a pretty rough time between you and Jon that morning before everyone else was up to get you to eat something. He had shown up early knowing that at least for the night without the room set up, they’d have to put you on the couch and knew he could talk to you.

He managed to twist your arm enough to let him make you something small, but that was more then a few hours ago by that point. The thought was strange that you’d have to work on that, forgetting to eat was normal for you. You got busy or distracted and your mind would focus on that so much it pushed away everything else from your brain. But like this, you couldn’t afford to miss meals anymore. A lot was going to have to change, and you felt overwhelmed even considering how much that would look like in the next few weeks alone. Let alone within the coming months as you grew more and more pregnant.

Cutting through the quiet again, Catelyns voice had your eyes snap back up and over to her almost looking again like a startled deer. “You never felt any nausea before this?” Shrugging, you mentioned only a little but that sometimes happened to you when you were stressed, so you hadn’t seriously considered what that meant beyond possibly getting sick in general. “Did your mother?”

Pausing, your eyes narrowed looking back in your memory. “I think so.” Sitting up more, your tone dropped if only a little. Not even the thoughts from before, but what came after attached to them as you sifted through the memories. “She was sick a lot though. Even before.” Another bite passing through. “Maester Cressen said that she was sick the whole time with me. I had to be with a wet nurse most days because she was too weak to even tend to me at all. But when she was pregnant with Shireen, she was sick a lot more. Throwing up yes, but, I don’t know how much of that was normal and how much was her.”

There was a softness in Catelyns eyes when you peeked back up at them, something that understood more then you thought she would. “I used to be worried about giving birth when I was a girl. My mother passed giving birth to my brother Edmure, and I always worried that meant it would happen to me or Lysa one day.” A small smile came about you, and her as well, considering how well you both knew that she certainly of all people avoided that fate. Trying to say you were sorry in a sympathy, she passed it off. “It was years ago, I wasn’t even Rickons age when it happened. But, what I’m saying is that if Maester Luwin gave you a clean bill of health now, I don’t imagine you will have much to worry about going forward.”

The voice joining next was a tad louder then either of your quiet ones, but just as amusing to hear in her tone. “She better be fine, she has to come with us.” Looking to Arya, you knew her eyes drifted to her mother giving her a warning as she surprisingly, did not make a move to nearly tackle you in excitement the way her muscles were clearly twitching to do.

Looking between them both your brows furrowed, “Come with you where?”

Arya took no care in sitting herself down next to you, Catelyn suddenly handing her a plate the very second she had reached out to grab something from yours. You always let her, even despite Catelyns insistence she show manners even at the smaller kitchen table. “The Festival of Strangers. How did you forget, it’s not even a Northern specific celebration.” Muttering that you must have just forgotten with everything else, Arya elaborated more excited. “It’s just south of the Twins this year, so we’re all going down. There’s a big festival set up, rides, events, shows, haunted houses. You have to come.”

Catelyn gently commenting that you might not feel up for that, but it was hard for you to simply sit there and resist the way Arya had looked so hopeful that you’d join. But, that feeling came back. The one from that morning festering again. “I...don’t know. That’s a family sort of event-”

“And you’re family.”

Aryas name being said again in warning no doubt to calm her voice, but you found it hard to shake that feeling back off. “I only meant, you’ve always gone as a family together. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

But you were foolish to pick a fight with her of all girls. Her brows furrowing in a way that looked almost a younger and more grumpy version of what Jon would look disapproving like. “You’re not intruding, you’re family. We’re inviting you, you have to come you’ll love it.” You hadn’t even needed to say it for the Starks to know your own family would’ve never willingly taken you to such an event when it sounded like fun was the primary function and not the faith itself. Almost using the once ancient religious day as an excuse for frivolity.

Trying to look back down to your plate, you wanted that feeling to go away. That poison seeping into your mind that your family no longer wanted you, and eventually this one wouldn’t either. That perhaps already you had driven Jon away or would come close too soon at this terrifying rate. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Well think some other time because you’re about to get yelled at.” All three of your heads turned as Sansa walked into the kitchen, holding her phone out to you with an expecting look. “She says you aren’t answering her messages, so you have no choice this time.” A stare off started between you both, but it was pointless. Sansa was following orders, and the phone was no doubt not even on mute as the other party would hear you trying to protest and only make more of a scene about it later.

Reluctantly, you grabbed it from her hands before pushing up from the table. Muttering you’d take it outside as Sansa took your place. Amused smirks on all three women knowing what was coming your way. Not even bothering to put your jacket or shoes back on, you slipped out the front door. Holding the phone down, your eyes closed as ling as it took to sigh out.

Bringing it up along with your hands covered by your long sleeves trying to keep warm in the colder autumn air, you sat down on the top step, your side pressing against one of the railing pillars as you tried to keep as steady tone, eyes closed tightly in preparation. “I assume Sansa told-”

Well, she was right. You were absolutely about to get yelled at. “In the list of things presently happening in your life, did you not think it would be the most important news to tell me that you are pregnant?” Trying to say her name in the start of an explanation, Margaery on the other end only cut you off. Her voice higher pitched and a bit shrill, in that fashion you knew meant she likely was in her room. Half way through getting ready to go out and now pacing back and forth on the phone with you in a mood. “We’ve known each other since we were girls, told each other about our crushes, every major life change we’ve gone through you were the first person I told besides my brother, and now this happens and I have to hear it from Sansa?”

Your tone was not welcome in her lecture, something flat and sarcastic. “Strange way to refer to learning something your own partner told you.”

You could see it. Her stopping mid pace, turning around as if to look at you with wider eyes and a mouth agape that you would joke in a time like this. “You are not sassing your way out of this discussion. Did a Maester test you already?” Answering just that morning, but she didn’t react just yet. Firing off more interrogating questions. “When did this happen?”

You were honest, but telling Margaery that story might have been a mistake for you right now.

Her voice was a bit breathy, as if speaking through a gasp but also no doubt grinning beyond compare. “He got you pregnant at a wedding? If that doesn’t say something-”

Cutting her off, your eyes glanced up. One figure would have been too much, but both? Jon had arrived back, parking off on the street a little knowing he’d have to work out parking arrangements now that he and Robb both would be back with the already two cars, but as he walked up with a larger cloth bag then you assumed he’d return with, Robb approached as well from the main house with the last of your own things to bring over. “It doesn’t say anything, Margaery. It was an accident.”

“And yet you still didn’t tell me.”

Your free hand rested on your legs bent on the next step. Bracing against your forehead, your eyes were blocked from the view of both approaching Starks looking at the other, then to you and back, with equally as frustrated expressions. But the phone in your hand at least could be your only reprieve from watching you accidentally start another fight between them. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry you had to hear it from Sansa, but, it’s been complicated. I only found out a few days ago-”

You should’ve known she’d also get angry that it was a few days ago you found out, and not yesterday as it seemed Sansa’s retelling had made it sound. Your name came from her mouth with a tone that rivalled even your own mother and father, if such a feat were possible. “You didn’t tell me for days?”

Raising your head back up, your flickering eyes caught sight of Jon and Robb both as they approached from different sides of the driveway before tucking your hand into your lap. Curling more in on yourself as you leaned against the railing as if that would make you small enough to disappear from their view.

Robb thankfully, took the more direct approach. Passing by you with a gentle look, his blue eyes bright in the outside sun that reflected that you no matter what still also had him. Only in that moment you decided not to tell Margaery that you told Robb first, instead of her. Bringing your things into the house he left you out there, but Jon was a little more conflicted.

Slowly making his way up the steps, his grey eyes light and wide as they looked so brightly at you but with something unsure and worried sitting just behind them as he looked at you. The edges of his lips twitching wanting to say something, but respecting that you were on the phone. Instead, his head dropped down as he swallowed whatever the gentle emotion painted across his face was. Brows narrowed and more frustrated then before, he seemed like he was about to pass you by completely and deal with you later.

Only, as Margaery continued to speak on the other end, you suddenly felt Jons warm figure lean down. Pulling you by the other side of your head back a bit, his lips pressing firmly down against your hair. Lingering for a moment longer then you had expected, a weight came up in your throat as that stinging feeling returned. That same pathetic fear telling you what if you never felt that again. You didn’t lean back, look up at him, or react in any way but stiffen up. But, Jon was observant. Your expression telling it all that something deeply had begun to bother you, but now in this house with such fresh news, he knew getting you alone in a state of mind to talk about it was not going to have many opportunities for some time. Not until the excitement to his siblings all simmered down. Which, who knew when that would happen.

He was happy, you were pregnant and you both wanted to keep it, he had been thrilled last night when he finally found out. But today he watched you swim back to the shores of fear and insecurity like something would go wrong and he wanted that fear to go away. He never wanted you to doubt what this was, and he knew some of what might be bothering you.

He had a few gifts he still had yet to give you, the wolf was supposed to be tonight's. He thought perhaps in a few days could be the other, but no doubt Arya would insist you come to the Festival with them, meaning Jon wouldn’t be able to say he was staying home with you. So there went that one. But as he walked into the house, he thought maybe he had an idea for a third and it was hearing Sansa mention that it was Margaery Tyrell you were on the phone with, that gave him that.

He had heard much of her, and she of him, but they had never met nor spoken, but Jon knew he might need to change that. If just to give you one gift to smile at properly, and at best, show you that he did this just to make you happy. And reassure you that none of your fears were true or worth dwelling on if he could help it.

Passing the rest of his family, Jon simply made his way up the stairs to the second floor. It had been a long time since he could call it his room up here. Once more of his younger siblings were born, it felt a bit crowded considering he was a brooding fourteen year old boy. That was when he moved into the basement, but the room up here was still considered his. It was larger then even his room in the smaller house before, and considering he and Robb were the eldest, had the perks of a small on suite in both their rooms. It wasn’t much, and the tub was a lot smaller then the other one, but it would be enough he still could have you in a bath with him when he wanted.

It was odd, the room he spent years dwelling on how in love with you he was, and now he was walking into it with books, pills, and other assorted things just for you all because you were pregnant. With his child. It was surreal, and the dazed look in his eye as he walked in was not unnoticed by his father, putting the final touches on the room for you both himself.

“Do I even want to ask how you’re feeling?”

Blinking his suprise off his face, Jon swallowed that weight down. His voice coming through a bit more rough then he expected. “About last night or in general?” His father simply stating either, Jon sighed. Looking to his dresser with an empty space on top he put the bag there before turning to lean against it, his arms crossing over his front before letting one hand run down his exhausted face. “I didn’t want you all to find out that way.”

Nodding, his father made his way more over to him, something knowing yet comforting on his tone as if he always knew how to talk his children down from difficult states. “I don’t know what gave Robb that idea, but he’ll come around.” Jon didn’t say anything, he doubted it entirely. Stepping over, he matched his sons posture beside him, only his eyes on Jons as Jons were on the floor. “If you had only known her for three months total, I’d have more reason to be worried. But you haven’t. You’ve known her over half your life, been in love with her for gods know how long. It makes sense you were more ready for this then someone else might be this soon into a relationship.”

Jon knew his father wasn’t wrong, but he had spent so much time the past hours feeling guilty that it finally all came out in that shame and insecurity. “I thought about it all the time. Her being pregnant. I couldn’t think of anything else, but I’d never-” Cutting himself off, Jon almost as a nervous tick ran a hand over his mouth once more before dropping it back down. “I know she doesn’t think that, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt that Robb does.”

For a moment, he assumed his fathers silence meant the conversation was over. About to push off the dresser to get to work, he was stopped by his fathers sudden lighter tone, more bemused as his eyes were bright in the distance of a memory. “I bought things for a baby before Catelyn was even pregnant.” If that didn’t have Jons head whipping to the side to look at him with wide eyes, but his father only chuckled to himself. “I was out with Robert, and we passed this woman coming out of some Specialty Babe Shop. A little blanket in the window, grey and black. We had somewhere to be, but I thought about that blanket all day. Didn’t even make it to work the next morning on time, because I was too busy buying it and hiding it in my car so she wouldn’t see it when I came home.”

His father obviously told him the story to make him laugh, but Jon only looked at him for a moment. The trust filling him knowing in close to amusement how alike he really was to his father, Jon turned to the bag he had brought. The other things he went out to buy in there, but still what he called his first gift inside.

Pulling it out, the soft wolf plush he handed it to his father. Explaining in a low tone as it was looked over, “I saw it in a store window when I was in town with her. I left early before going on shift the next morning to buy it, and hid it in my locker there.” Ned just laughed, a deep laugh from his chest as he nodded.

Commenting with even more of a light tone, “I think our ancestors might have been onto something, making the House Sigil a wolf. The way the men in our family act.” Both of them laughed that time, something maybe a little less worried in his head. He knew his father loved having a large family, having a difficult one growing up.

His own father Rickard a difficult and stern man, and his older brother Brandon somewhat distant from him, as he stayed half the time in Barrowton going to a unique private school opened by the Dustins. Their families close and had enough room to enroll one of them, and their father chose Brandon. His sister Lyanna not born until he was already a boy, and Benjen not even born until a bit after that. So he liked having all of his children here.

Never doing the same, and sending any one of them away for any reason. Keeping them all here, in Winterfell as a close family. It made sense, being so separate from his own family, especially when so soon after marrying Catelyn, did his his father and brother both die in an accident, and almost a year later, his sister Lyanna pass away while on a trip abroad, that instilled a deep need in his fathers mind that he wanted to start a family. Maybe try to heal from the pain of losing so much of his own after that.

But, Jon knew he didn’t have that excuse. His fathers want for a family made sense, but Jon? He knew he felt a bit more obsessive over it. Something almost possessive, but he kept that to himself.

Handing it back to him, his father gave him a look with a bit of hope and guidance. “Robbs moving in too, to help take care of her when you can’t be here. Eventually, he’ll run out of red flags he thinks he’s seeing and you two will make up. He thinks better of you then he’s willing to admit, I promise.”

Jon nodded stiffly, hiding the wolf plush away in the bag once more before clearing his throat to somewhat change the subject, and lighten the tense tightness against his chest. “What needs to be done up here?”

You could only sigh deeply. Hiding your eyes in your sleeve as your arm was propped up on your knee. You hadn’t been dragged out like this for some time, and gods be good did Margaery of all people know how to put on a lecturing tone. You suspected she must have heard your sigh despite trying to hide it, as her tone shifted a little, catching your attention with a more gentle call of your name. “Okay, the lecture part is over. How are you really feeling?”

Your silence spoke volumes, and even moreso the longer you struggled to come up with something firm to actually say. Shifting so your free hand sat at your lips, unconsciously biting at the nail on your thumb you only found any words when she called your name once more, that time in a more soft tone. “I don’t know. I had a panic attack about it the other night, then Jon found the test results so I didn’t even really tell him-” Cutting you off she jumped more to a point she sensed was a worry, asking exactly how Jon reacted. “I thought he was happy.”

“You thought? You don’t know?”

Sighing again, you moved your hand away from your mouth and tucked it against your stomach as you again curled in on yourself. “He seemed happy..he said he wanted this but now I don’t know.” Asking what changed, you struggled what that too. “I can only think of a few reasons he would want this, and plenty more he wouldn’t.”

You could hear her tone shift, as if she had been pacing this whole time and only now managed to settle either on the edge of her bed or at her overly elaborate vanity that you spent so many years as teenagers letting her paint you up like a doll on. “Listen to me, men will always have a million reasons no to want something. They’re good at it, finding excuses. I haven’t met him, but I promise you that if Jon really didn’t want this, he’d probably not hide it from you at this point. He wouldn’t be moving you two into the main house if he didn’t want this. Putting a failing relationship on display for everyone to see. I’ve been to that house more times then I can count and I’ve still never even ran into him once, someone that private isn’t going to want an audience for when everyone finds out he doesn’t want this with you.”

It poked at your mind, the question that you didn’t follow up with. What if he did want this last night, but changed his mind after it was too late to go back. Jon was a very private man, for the longest time Margaery would joke she didn’t even know if he really existed because of how little social media presence he even had. But he also was sweet and kind and caring. Meaning he wouldn’t want to make things awkward for his family after this arrangement was already made, and was playing nice now that it was too late to go back on it. “I uh, I should go. Everyone’s busy inside getting things moved in and I’ve been out here for who knows how long.”

Standing up abruptly, you offered to give her back to Sansa, but she sighed. The image of looking down at herself and realizing it had been near half an hour she was in the middle process of doing her hair no doubt. “I should get back to things here. I talk that girls ear off enough as it is.” A gentle laugh shared between you both, but she had one more thing to say. “I know this is scary, but you can always come to me if things are too much. You know my grandmother loves you and she wouldn’t pester you about things the way we might.”

Despite her not being able to see it, you nodded. A shaking inhale as you said goodbye and hung up. Standing on the porch just looking at the distance with the phone in both your hands as you considered what to do. What you wanted to even do. You weren’t lying when you said you wanted to keep it, but you also were serious when you told Jon that if he really wanted it, you’d get rid of it. It sounded desperate, doing whatever he wanted against your wishes just to stay with him but you couldn’t change the fact that such a pathetic part of you was there no matter what you thought otherwise.

But, there was nowhere to hide here. Not living in the main house. It was odd, just walking in on your own. Even when you were a guest here over many nights, it was rare you’d ever leave on your own and wander in and out as you pleased. You stayed in the guest room, not a main room. You didn’t have this place to call a home the way you did the smaller house.

It was slow, the way you slipped inside. Things seemed to have settled a bit since you first walked in. From one of the living room spaces you looked around the corner, seeing the television on. Sansa on one couch with her nails gently scratching at the slumbering Lady, and Arya splayed out on another with what looked like her homework spread out on the coffee table in front of her. You couldn’t hear where Catelyn had gone, and you knew Bran was out, always the one to take Rickon to whichever sport the youngest Stark was trying out that month.

Upstairs you could hear more. The faint sound of Robb and Neds voice, but you suspected that no doubt Jon had to be up there too if nowhere else. First making your way over to the couch, you gently sat Sansas phone down beside her, her head turning up and back to look at you with a quiet tone, “I told her to go easy on you.”

A half smile came at the explanation, partially saying that she didn’t need to make any sort of apology. The same half smile trying to be given to Arya, just watching you quietly in the same way her sister was as if both were expecting something or trying to figure something else out. But, you made your way to the main hall before they could come to whatever conclusion it was. Each step up the stairs felt heavy, it felt like a weight was sinking you further and further into the wood, your grip in the railing tight enough your knuckles strained as it moved along.

The voices grew clearer as you approached the second floor. Robbs voice heard from his old room, the light on and door open but far enough away you couldn’t see him in there, and across the hall from him you could from this angle see Ned and Jon inside his old room. Jon knelt down by a cabinet as he was unpacking something, and putting what appeared to be blackout curtains over the lighter ones that had long since taken place in the room when Jon went to the basement.

Biting hard down on your tongue, it was a tie. You didn’t know what to do, you felt foreign. New to this place despite how many years you spent on and off around. It was easy for them, this was their home, they grew up here. But you? You felt odd just walking around with the freedom to go and so whatever you wanted. You felt like that could be much of your life. Never really living somewhere that you felt was firmly home in there halls. Just a place you were in that time before you moved on.

It had been obvious too how much you had lost when Jon picked you up from Karl Tanner’s place. Jon had what looked like a lot, but really was a normal amount of things to own and you had not much in comparison. Even moreso, the things you did have, so much of them Jon had taken you out to buy himself. He was all over your possessions, and now, your person too. If he didn’t want this, or you for much longer, then you didn’t know how you’d come back from it. How you’d shake off the fact that Jon was imprinted over your life to such a heavy degree.

But, you didn’t have to choose what to tackle first, Robb stepping out into the hall and catching you with your hands fidgeting together at the top of the stairs calling your name. “You alright?” A closed mouth half smile he did not believe coming across you with a nod of yes. Gesturing to Jons room he maintained a low but soothing tone, “We have everything handled up here, you can relax if you want.”

That was the issue. How did you relax anymore? How does one relax in a space you might not belong in, with people who might not want you in some time? Biting down against your tongue you tried to nod, but made no move to go anywhere. It was very clear to Robb how you stood there, looking utterly and completely lost.

The voices travelling catching the others attention, Jon suddenly appearing at the edge of the door. Glancing at Robb and then his eyes flickering into the room, Jon seemed to take whatever this scenario was and move it somewhere else if just for that moment. “Did you eat?” Nodding yes, he muttered “Good.” Turning back to the room to grab something, not the bag he came in with but a smaller paper one you recognized would’ve come from the pharmacy in town as he made his way to you in the hall. “He said you should take this in the morning, but it shouldn’t be too late just for today.”

It only dawned on you by the time he got to your person what he was even referring too. The pills, right. Nodding, you were simply silent as you let him turn you back around and down the stairs as he followed at your heel. Your head stayed down and mind a bit foggy, but Jons eyes pretended not to notice the way he could see his sisters staring at you both with significant glances. Whatever was on their minds, he wanted them to keep it to themselves.

No one luckily was in the kitchen by the time Jon guided you in there. Putting the bag down on the smaller table, Jon told you to give him a moment as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard. Hearing the tap turn on behind you, your fingertips just barley reached the bag from here, toying with the edge to look at them before the glass of water appeared as he sat it on the table in front of you.

Knowing which was which, Jon got everything out for you. Once more picking up on how everyone was treating you with kid gloves suddenly. You didn’t know if that was making you feel more or less pathetic if you were honest. He prompted you to take each one, slowly moving the bottles into a specific spot in a drawer. Mindlessly as the last went down, you picked up one of them. Honestly, you barley registered any of the words on it, but you turned and turned the bottle as if any of it made sense in your mind what this was what your life was now. You always thought when you’d learn you were pregnant, your life would be so different then what it was now, and the mess it turned out to be was a sort of whiplash against your mind versus reality.

Murmuring your name, you looked up to Jon with his hand out, not even needing to ask before you handed it to him. Hiding your own hands back in your sleeves as that insecurity made you feel like you needed to be smaller and more out of the way despite Jon happily standing so close in the rather large kitchen. “I’m sorry.”

Turning back to you, Jons face twisted into confusion. “What are you sorry for?” Saying that it was for last night, Jon stepped up closer. One hand coming up to your waist while his other rose to cup your cheek. “You had nothing to do with what happened last night.” Mentioning to him that you seemed to have something to do with it, Jon exhaled deeply akin to a sigh. His thumb running back and forth against the soft skin he found there. “We were arguing about you, not because of you.”

“Why?”

That time he hesitated, and you didn’t grasp why. Feeling like Jon was silent as he searched in his mind for an answer you’d believe rather then the flat truth. “This all happened quickly, it took us all off guard. He just wanted to make sure everything was alright, and I let it get heated.” Brows furrowing, it was on the tip of your tongue that he didn’t have a reason to get mad at Robb, you cut it off before it could slip from your lips that if anything he should be mad at you. Letting your hands drift up to his chest somewhat, but not stepping all that closer to him. “Darling,”

You shook your head, wanting it to be dropped if only for right now. “Still. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I haven’t exactly been myself today.”

Jon would’ve playfully rolled his eyes if he couldn’t tell how upset you presently were pretending you weren’t. His other hand reaching up to cup your other cheek, he turned you down enough to press a kiss to your forehead before allowing his own to rest there too. Your hands sliding a bit higher more at his collarbones. Rasping down at you, you could feel his warm breath dancing across your skin. “I think you have more then a good enough reason to be.” Both thumbs running across your cheeks, “I want you to take it easy tomorrow.”

Right. He had to go in tomorrow. Of course. Jon had his shifts, everyone was either going to be at work or school tomorrow and you’d be here alone. In a house that wasn’t yours, unsure if it would ever feel like yours before it was too late. “I have work to do-”

Jon pulled back, looking you more in the eye as he let a hand drift back down to your waist, pulling you ever so slightly closer. “I didn’t say don’t do anything, just that I want you to relax while you do them.” Looking you over with a curious yet inquisitive look his eyes narrowed slightly, “Did you even sleep after last night?”

There was no point in lying, you likely looked beyond exhausted. Shaking your head no, you promptly let your hands drop down to his sides a bit more casually. “I think I dozed off a few times at best.” He knew why, you both did. Maybe it was to make things feel less tense, maybe it was because he knew there were ears all around the house now listening in on your conversations, but he chose a different path.

Moving his hand from your cheek to tuck your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers run through the loose locks as they fell downwards on you. “I don’t sleep well without you either.” If only for a moment he got a laugh from you, and he matched yours with his own. For once your mind distracted by the handsome way he looked in such a laugh and his eyes shining so bright as he did so.

It was starting to feel like this was all anyone wanted to talk to you about.

From morning to night, all anyone could do was at some point during a conversation, turn it around and make it about you being pregnant. Even if not spoken directly to you, it was about you. And when it wasn’t talking, everyone was being extra careful around you as if you were going to break. You were a porcelain doll and everything around you was something that could knock you to the ground and smash into pieces with the slightest touch, and so they were all the guards standing around to make sure that didn’t happen.

News had finally begun to spread, despite you not saying a single word about it anywhere online. People you hadn’t heard from in a long time begun reaching out to you as if they really cared, instead of the obligation of sending some a congratulations as if it meant anything. Old classmates, people you only ever knew in passing greetings from when you worked at the office, everyone found their way to you to send you a message to the point you couldn’t been mistaken for it being plastered all over everyone's homepage.

No word from your family. You understood. They either weren’t ready to speak to you, or didn’t want too. If they ever would, you didn’t know. No one in your family or even adjacent to your family reached out. The only ones who did were surprising. About half an hour after Jon left for work, you had only just dozed back off when your phone vibrated against the night side table. A message from your Uncle Axell Florent, your mothers second older brother. Asking if you could call him when you got the chance.

Slipping something warmer on, you quietly crept downstairs in the empty house as everyone else was still asleep, and slid the back door open. Grey Wind promptly woke up at the sound and followed you out, happy to get the fresh air. Closing it behind you did you finally call him, only to immediately get told how happy he was for you. Asking where he even heard the news, he told you that your mother had called him.

He knew they hadn’t said anything, and told you to be patient. If anyone would come around eventually he said, the first one to do so would be Selyse. As rigid as she could seem, she dreaded missing the life of her grandchild because you didn’t fit into her own moral standards. Assuring you that you always had a place to visit in Brightwater Keep you thanked him. A waver on your voice as you said goodbye, hoping he didn’t hear how emotional the weight in your throat felt at someone in your family saying anything, even if it was an Uncle you barley got to see anymore.

The second was unexpected, nor was he technically part of the family, but he was adjacent to it and the only one in his family line to say a word. It had been in the middle of the afternoon, a random message online from someone who posted so little you forgot he even had any account let alone you followed one another. But it was there as strange as it was.

“Congratulations on you and the baby.”

Jaime Lannister was the twin brother of your Uncle Robert’s wife, Cersei. Her eldest child Joffery, pampered and insufferable prick he was, had taken over your job when you left both times. The first was only temporary until your father could find a suitable replacement and now he had this job during the whole of the campaign, being in charge of PR. You hadn’t looked, you had no interest in seeing anything beyond what you did that week alone. He nor his younger siblings, or Cersei or his other uncle Tyrion said anything yet Jaime Lannister sent a single message.

You didn’t bother saying anything back. Knowing his clever but frustratingly annoying attitude, he’d find some way to twist it into a way to bother you as he had many times when you lived in the same area in Kings Landing.

At this point, there seemed to be no need to even say anything online, come the end of the week near everyone in Westeros would know. Not everyone knew with who, not knowing the workings of your love life, but some did and if a message Jon sent you in the middle of the day said anything, he was getting much the same. He didn’t have time normally to type a lot out to you, but he’d send photos that spoke all the same. That day he sent two in a row, both as ridiculous as the other. The first a screenshot of his inbox, tons of people and many with similar starts of a congratulations of some sort.

The next actually managed to get a laugh from you as impossible as that sounded. A small cake on his desk with icing lazily written across the top, “Congrats on getting laid.” At least he was having fun with it, if only at work.

It was hard to find time alone to talk so far. He’d come home late tonight and leave early tomorrow morning so he could make it back in time to ride down. But it meant you two had barley talked about the baby, or what was to come. Or if you two even stood okay at the same spot. Maybe he thought you were, but you didn’t know about him. You still worried that he’d realize he made a mistake by saying he wants this, and find a way to make you leave, or talk you into getting rid of it before it was too late.

By dinner, you pin pointed what the feeling was around the house. You still felt like a guest. The Starks treated you well, but like a guest and not like someone who lived there, like there was only so much you could do to contribute before you as the outsider got in the way. Yet, in a manner you were. Sitting there you looked around as everyone talked, and knew that you weren’t family. You were like family, but not actual family. Being pregnant didn’t make you a member of the family, and you were worse then just on the outside, you were unintentionally helping to rip things apart.

Robb and Jon still barley spoke, eyes meeting the other but little more. They both freely spoke to you, but rarely each other. And when they did, it was a bit stilted. Some eyes noticed more then others, and after the outburst the other night everyone knew you were a sore spot between them for whatever reason. But, Jon did his best to ignore it.

Sitting near one end of the large table next to you, Jon would quietly, sometimes silently direct you to keep eating when you’d get distracted or let your mood weigh down your appetite. When you hadn’t taken much in the first place, once everyone else was distracted and eating, Jon just silently shifted some of his own onto your plate with barley a glance up at you. He knew you understood what he was saying.

Had your mood not felt so all over the place, it might’ve amused you that he was already being a bit what you might playfully describe as bossy. For a brief while, you thought maybe you could push these thoughts away, until at least after the festival. But, that too seemed not in the cards.

Jon had called you in the middle of the morning that day saying that something came up and he needed to stay late, unsure as to how long that would be. Apologizing profusely that he’d make it up to you, you just quietly told him it was alright and to be safe driving home so late whenever that would be. He knew you were trying not to sound sad when you hung up, not disappointed, but a bit lonely almost. You certainly felt that. It felt like the joy you both shared in those moments the other night when he learned the truth would never come back, a fleeting accident never to be replicated between you both again.

Everyone around you was getting ready to go when Robb came home. One of the first things he saw was you alone on the couch waiting to leave with a look more dejected then normal. He knew why and he felt terrible. He hadn’t instigated anything with Jon since the other night for your sake. What happened really upset you to the point his mother had to bring you over to the house. Neither he nor his brother wanted that, but it got out of hand.

And now with all three of you in the house with the rest of his family, he knew he needed to keep that anger in check much better. Robb could get just as angry as Jon, but Robb also knew he had a far better handle on his temper then Jon. His brother could easily be set off by the right person poking very specific spots and Robb was one of the only people who knew what those were and for some reason, he kept choosing to do it until they stood yelling at each other in their own driveway in the middle of the night.

Seeing Theon helping Rickon with his costume he wanted to wear, all his younger siblings dressing up as was tradition, even Sansa out of the corner of his eye had made an elaborate costume despite every year saying she was too old for it anymore. He saw him though stop for a moment, his gaze flickering up to Robb and nodding over to you. He read the message, to handle you.

Robb didn’t know everything that was upsetting you, he knew one thing, but he also knew the other Theon was pointing out, that the fight he and Jon had was still on your mind and you’d blame yourself before you blamed them. Theon could do a lot for you, but he couldn’t fix what was a problem Robb knew he started.

The entire walk over the room to where you were, he ignored Sansa’s pointed stare in his back.

Sitting down next to you, your hands just in our lap toying with your other fingertips, he tried making a joke to ease you into any conversation. “If you wanted to dress up too love, you could’ve just said something.” Barley did it even get half of a smile on one side of your face. Nudging you gently in the arm with his, he tried again, that time his voice a bit softer and quieter. “Do you want to talk about it?” Asking just as quiet and yet not at all convincing, talk about what, Robb was silent until you looked over at him. A raised brow and knowing glance he let his eyes flicker down to your torso in the only relevant spot to even glance at.

Sighing deeply, you dropped his gaze looking down to your fidgeting hands before pulling them more back in your sleeves as if trying to force yourself not to continue. Barley a mumble came out of your mouth, but he heard you anyways. “It’s just a lot to handle on my own.” Robb responding with a confusion that you weren’t alone but you bit at your lip and looked out the window to the side as if to distract yourself for a moment. “I mean you’ve all been generous. More then generous..but it’s not the same for me.”

He knew what you were getting at, and part of him felt bad, but he needed to simply comfort you in the moment rather then overstep what he knew he couldn’t. “Didn’t you say your uncle called you?” Nodding, he tried leaning more forward to catch some of your gaze again. “And what did he say?”

Your eyes narrowing in thought, as if trying to recall the exact words as you spoke them aloud slowly. “That my mother told him, so he thinks at least she will come around eventually.” Noting that didn’t sound too bad, you only shrugged. He knew it bothered you. Normally not being so close to your family had fallen to the wayside of things you deeply cared about, but now you had switched gears. Seeing the Starks come together so easily and willingly because one half of the party involved was Jon, and how nothing even close to the same would ever be for you.

Even in their main house, he knew you felt lonely and the worries about Jon weren’t helping. That Robb did wish to handle, but his father had warned him to back off. A more stern talk the night before, after dinner where he said that this was something only you and Jon could figure and Robb couldn’t intervene in that way. Robb wanted to support Jon, he was his brother. The same age, grew up their entire lives together and it was awful being at odds for months.

But as stubborn as Jon was, so was Robb, and their father knew it.

Letting a hand run along your back to smooth up and down your upper arm, he pulled you into his side just the slightest. “Come out with all of us tonight, try to have fun, and we’ll start fresh tomorrow. I promise.”

You didn’t nod, but he didn’t expect you too. He knew you were thinking on if you even could start fresh in this same situation, but he didn’t get the chance as everyone begun moving out. Theon making his way now over, “You’re riding with us, Baratheon.”

Gesturing between himself and Robb, you looked more wide eyed and he hated that he had to do this for the plan to work. Let you just be sad with little comfort. But it needed to be done just this once. Moving you close to the front door, he let both hands run along your upper arms as he guided you out onto the porch. “Have fun one night, and you’ll feel better.”

The ride over was quiet. Theon and Robb both offering you the front seat, but you only politely shook your head no. You were fine in the backseat at that point. Letting the two of them enjoy up front, their music more quietly playing. Every now and again either of them would try throwing the conversation back to you, but with small words you barley contributed. Wishing you didn’t let them talk you into coming, you felt now as if you’d just drag them down.

It was childish, but you felt even more lonely knowing Jon wasn’t there. You felt like you were walking on eggshells around him now, but you had gotten so used to him being there that it felt odd to be so distant from him. It felt like the sort of event you would’ve loved to go with him to now that you were together, even with his family around. But you couldn’t blame him for needing to stay late, it was your fault for being upset about it in the first place.

You weren’t even aware of how much time had passed. The sky turning from a fading blue to an orange as the sun properly set beyond the skyline, and the clouds casted in shades of purple in their final moments of brightness before the evening turned more to a look of night. The Festival looked very active as you drove up. Knowing likely where they were to meet up by the entrance, you assumed it didn’t matter where Robb parked.

Arms crossing over your front as you walked, Robb and Theon glanced up to where you could see the rest of the family first. Sansa coming down the stairs handing tickets over to the two of them first, you jokingly could only ask, “Change your minds on bringing me?” But Sansa only glanced over all of your shoulders with something more bright in her eyes and a held back smirk. “Oh I don’t have your tickets, he does.”

Your brows narrowed in confusion, when no one else’s did until you turned around. The first sight would’ve been something, but you had three reactions in a row, all different then each other. Something wide and bright eyed as you saw, standing at his car with his arm perched on the door as if he just stepped out was Jon, a smile so handsome on his face.

The second was confusion, dressed in something matching Sansa’s costume was Margaery looking as so proud for pulling whatever stunt this was on you, but you didn’t seem to grasp why she was here or why this was left as a suprise until she spoke. “Oh I’m not the surprise, this one is.” You hadn’t seen from where you were her on the other side of Jons car and in the dark night and parking lot you couldn’t see inside with the lights off.

Opening the door she let the third party out, but your reaction finally turned to something both ecstatic yet so relieved you felt your face warm in a manner that hinted at how you could cry. Calling your name first, you could barley get her name out before she ran to you. “Shireen?”

Coming quickly to your senses, you ran forward and knelt down enough that you met her in the middle. Your baby sister flying right into you with a hug, and both holding you far tighter then any hug before for some time. Running a hand along her hair as you broke out into a smile pulling back, keeping her arms in your grip to look her over. “I didn’t think mother or father would’ve allowed you to come.”

The mischievous grin in her eyes thus matched the one sat in both Jons and Margaery’s and only at that moment did you put together this was a plan everyone else was in on. Turning halfway around to see Robb, Theon, and Sansa all watching with an amusement that it worked before turning back to Shireen.

You could tell Margaery did the makeup to suit her face perfectly. The left side of her face covered in greyscale from when she was still a baby, it was obvious Margaery carefully painted around the edges with colours to let it blend in. The unmarked side of her face decorated with a skeletal appearance much like depictions of the stranger without being overbearing. Her dress a long black gown and hood with a deep blue sewn into the insides to keep her warm. There a silver along the dress that was too matching like a skeleton to match that only showed in direct light properly to glow.

Margaery circled around with a bright smile on her face. “Well, Jon could tell it was bothering you that your family wasn’t reaching out to you, so he thought maybe we could get just one to come see you.” Standing up, you kept your hands around Shireen pulling her back into you like a hug. Glancing to Jon he just nodded slightly to the side indicating she could explain. “He reached out to me asking if there was a way to get Shireen to meet you here, and we made a plan. Loras and I talked to Renly, who managed to convince Stannis and Selyse that we were taking her to a smaller ceremony near Highgarden for the festival. When really, Renly dropped us off so Jon could come get us and suprise you together.”

Your eyes bright looking to Jon, the feeling of Shireen holding at your arm almost like a hug of her own back. “I had to get her number from Sansa,” Jon looking over to Sansa whom Margaery was walking over to. Before gesturing over to Robb and Theon, “And got them to make sure to bring you no matter what so you could be surprised.”

Robb walking over, he ran a hand along your arm with a softer tone but an amusement shining bright in his eyes. “Jon will drive you home, have fun.” Shireen, completely oblivious to anything else like tension, turned up to wave at him, Robb giving a bright one back and a smile coming over her at finally meeting people she’d heard of for so many years.

Margaery and Sansa linked arms, bright smiles looking at you with knowing as the former explained, “I have to get her back to the hotel by midnight, so no getting into trouble we would’ve at her age.” Your face fell a bit flat looking at her as Sansa too waved at Shireen back, a high pitched tone in a very kind manner saying she was happy to finally meet her.

The three of you alone, Jon more slowly walked up to you. Something hopeful in his eyes you knew matched the way you must have felt inside. Instead looking down at Shireen, you jested “Did he talk you into this?”

Jons eyes narrowed playfully, but Shireen grinned, “What if I talked him into it?” Muttering as you playfully gave her a small shake pulling a giggle from her as you told her that she was always the one getting into trouble between you both. Knowing how untrue that possibly could be. Before suddenly turning in your grasp to gesture back to Jon once more, “I told Margaery he needs a costume but he said no. Why don’t you have one either?”

A small smile, you were more honest about it then you think Jon expected. “Haven’t been quite feeling up to it recently.” A frown forming over her face that from the corner of your eye, could see Jon trying not to smirk at how similar to you it looked. Leaning down more to her level your expression purposely brightened for her sake. “But, you’re here now. So how about when we get in, you can look for something small I can wear.”

Shireen was a girl who was not to be trifled with when she wanted something, with an excitement in her eyes she turned to Jon, “Only if I can pick something for you too.” Jon without hesitating, told her it was a deal and the smile on her face grew somehow more as she turned back to you before the thought hit her. “Is what mother said true?”

Resisting the urge to look up at Jon, you remained stoic in your expression. “What did she say?”

You already knew, the hint told to you by your uncle means it could’ve easily passed through Shireens ears, but you let her tell the story as she saw fit. But the way her eyes dropped down to her feet for a moment said it all for you, pushing away the grin wanting to form as what she said matched your suspicions. “I overheard her. She was on the phone with Ser Axell, and she was upset with you..that you were pregnant. She doesn’t know I heard her, I can keep it a secret I promise. I just want to know if I’m going to be an aunt soon.”

Inhaling deeply, your eyes that time did flicker up to Jon. Knowing he should have a say as well but he simply nodded at you in encouragement. “We’ve only just found out, but yes.” You were nearly slammed into the ground with another hug as she begun to ramble. A boy or girl, how she’d get to see them, before deciding she also needed to find something today as a present to give to them when they’re born as you laughed more freely then you had in days. “Alright, but we have to get inside for that. Are you ready?”

Before she even nodded, Shireen looked over to Jon properly. “You’re coming with us right?”

His gaze remained neutral, while his eyes spoke a doubt. He had done this for you, and you didn’t want to make him leave just because you were insecure. Luckily, whatever your face conveyed behind Shireen was enough to convince her. “Of course. How are you going to buy me something to wear if I’m not there?”

Turning to move towards the main entrance, you pushed up to your full height as Jon approached you for a quiet moment. Opening then closing your mouth, words wanted to come out but it was difficult. So much you could say but it still was so muddled and confusing. Nodding his head a little, Jon too moved his arm to your lower back guiding you up the path. “Can’t keep her waiting.”

Everything was certainly decorated accordingly. Much more festive then any you had attended before. Lights all around set up to glow purples, orange, red, dark blending colours giving everything a spooky sort of energy and many statues and figures and displays set up to look much like images of the Stranger and displays of modestly grotesque sights meant to mimic things the Stranger might see in their time. All done not to be scary necessarily, but meant to amuse as it was to put a small fear in children no doubt.

The first area was set up like a small village. In the daylight you imagined this place was once the courtyard of a castle, now designed instead for such festivities to be decorated. Many places were naturally food, candy, all the sorts. Some local and some much more chosen to appeal to the children about. You could easily imagine the moment Rickon stepped in here, Catelyn would’ve had to prevent him from eating himself sick right away.

Speakers were hidden carefully in trees and foliage to keep the illusions. In some places more dark and eerie music played while in others sound effects like thunder were meant to bring an aura of danger no doubt. Shireens eyes were wide with so much to look at. Actors dressed up all around were placed and wandering to scare passerby’s and speak to them in character of whomever they portrayed. Only moments after going inside, did you and Jon have a stand off.

There was a booth, little necklaces with a light up cartoonish ghost attached to it that indicated to the actors not to scare you. You had thought he stopped to ask Shireen, but she turned to stand beside Jon on a dime, both of them looking at you expectantly. “I’m barley a month in.”

Jons arms crossed over his chest as Shireen followed his move. He though was much more convincing when his voice ran deep with more of an authority then Shireens would have. “I don’t know how much they’re going to try, and in this condition-”

“Jon, it has a name.”

Barrelling over your words he continued, “I want to make sure you’re alright. There’s enough going on around us.” Asking if Shireen needed one if you were to, he looked down at her with a grin before back to you. “She’s dressed up scarier then some of the actors. They should be the ones staying far away from her.” Were you not trying to fight against Jon coddling you, you might have melted at the way Shireen instantly had taken to him.

When it was Karl or Ramsay, you never liked the idea of her being around them. Not knowing what they’d be like with kids let alone a sweet and sensitive one like your baby sister. But Jon? He helped raise four younger siblings, he knew what he was doing and children always loved him. Gravitating like he was their big brother and she was no different, neither of you ever having a brother after all.

Jon let Shireen pick the right necklace, so he could carefully pull it over your head to drape along your front. His eyes even in the more dark light looked soft. His hands falling to his sides but for just the briefest of seconds you watched as he ran two knuckles ever so gently along your stomach before wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you further into the festival.

Shireen almost always was a few feet in front of you both, taking in everything. She was sheltered on Dragonstone, and even there you knew your mother and father kept her inside. Not wishing the greyscale to worry others, how rare it was even now to find a cure for it it scared people. Margaery did a wonderful job with her costume makeup, you’d have to remember to thank her. It wasn’t often Shireen could run around somewhere with her greyscale and feel totally at ease no one was staring at her face.

There were two paths, one down what looked like a large jack-o-lantern with mini ones stringed as lights above it in a different area, and the other over a bridge that stood above a man made lake that had lights glowing down on it to make thew waters shimmer red like blood. Further along the bridge was a castle entrance into a more eeiry section, whereas the other looked like it had more food and games.

Instead of you choosing, you stopped to look at Shireen. “You’re the special guest here, which way should we go first?”

She did not hesitate to choose the scarier option. “I don’t want Jon to have to carry our prizes all night long.” Jon only asking amused how much was he going to carry and she shrugged. “It depends on how good you are.” Only grinning he agreed to it, but with the notion that if he won you both a prize of your choosing, she needed to pick a game to play and win a prize for him. Jons own face turning jestingly serious as hers was genuinely with her hand out making a deal.

Thus far, no one had managed to scare her. She was vigilant even though she was so unused to being in a heavy crowd at night but each time an actor approached she would try to scare them first. Pulling her hood up to hide her hair look more unsettling. Some attempts got a smile, others played into it by trying to scare her back and letting her win. One woman dressed in what you could only guess was supposed to be a kind of witch commenting by putting her hand over her heart, “I’ll have to tell the others to be on the look out for you, I’ll see you in my nightmares tonight, kid.”

Her face always beaming after. She never had so much attention, but each new thing she discovered she always would turn to include you and Jon. You took a step back sometimes, letting them bond as they got along so well. The way he interacted with her reminding you of the way Jon used to interact with Arya when she was that age, but a bit softer and sweeter and less teasing and bantering then he normally was. Shireen could handle some, but she wasn’t quite where you or his own siblings were at and he was happy it seemed to dial it down and be sweet on her.

Part of you hesitated to join them as much. They enjoyed their time together, Shireen always wanting something of a big brother and if only one thing good came out of what happened, it would be they got to meet and you desperately hoped your mother would come around if not for you, then to at least let Shireen visit more. But, you trailed back sometimes. That feeling once more of getting in the way, of intruding on a moment you had nothing to do with.

If you were close too, Jon could see the way you watched him with Shireen and worry that was putting more hope in your head for him wanting to keep the baby. That he’d see your wishful thinking and change his mind faster then you were scared he would.

The haunted houses were easier to start with. There were a few that you all decided to make your way around too, the third of which thus far walking up to it in the queue seemed the most dark and scary. Each seemed to have a specific theme, this one however you couldn’t quite pin down which might have been the point. The darkness and unknown scarier then knowing what to expect. You kept Shireen in front of you, her back up against your front as you kept your hands by her arms to guide her, especially in the dark.

The greyscale had left her eyesight in her left eye more faded then most people. Maester Cressen estimated that she had about fifty percent of normal vision in bright lights, but it would to her, appear like twenty in that eye in the dark so she had a little more trouble navigating. Jon was right beside you, if a little behind as if to keep your own back safe as you did hers. Actors popping out with a growl or yell, and Shireen would break. Shriek as she’d jump back into you, normally a light laugh on you as you assured her they wouldn’t hurt her.

The actors were good though, noting your necklace and would crouch or bend down more to specifically scare her as opposed to you all as a group. At one point you felt her reaching to find your hand, you gripping hers firmly and kept her close to your front. You’d have to gauge when you left how she was feeling, knowing how not used to horror she was.

Jon didn’t say a word, but kept at least one hand at your waist at all times. Strong and steady against you even when sometimes you’d get startled by the actors by way of them jumping out regardless of if they yelled or not. Your first question was answered as you all stepped out onto the wooden steps leading back to the pathways, as she skipped down them and turned with a jump. Her voice a high pitched near shout of excitement, “Mother never would have let me go in there, it was so much fun,”

Your eyes glanced up, noting you could see some of the other Starks in the distance. Ned and Catelyn clearly getting the youngest three in line for a ride, Catelyn a dismayed smile on her face at her children’s relentless begging to go on more and more rides. Never having gone on one before, you knew they didn’t appeal to Shireen as much as the rest of the festival, but you asked anyways gesturing over. “Do you want to join Jons brothers and sister on there?”

Her neck had to stretch up to see the roller coaster which winded itself above you, a net hanging high no doubt to catch anything which came up from someone before looking back at you and Jon with wide eyes shaking her head no. Jon laughed freely, guiding you down to her level muttering your name, “She never quite liked them either.” Turning to move along the path once more Shireen asked if he did. “When I was your age, not so much now.” Asking why he explained more as she made her way to walk beside him listening diligently. “I work at the Wall, sometimes going North. There aren’t any formal roads out there so any drive out you feel every and all dips in the land. If you get car sick it wouldn’t be a place for you. And some of the places I go are high up in mountains or near caverns or caves. I get enough adventure there.”

Tilting her head in wonder, “Isn’t that all dangerous?” Jon only explaining to her that it could be, if you didn’t know the land. Which was why when he was new, he listened to everything the free folk told him but now he knows where to walk and where not to walk as well as they do. So he keeps safe as he can, that and adding his Uncle Benjen had been his stations First Ranger for over a decade now, so with him by his side he was as safe as he could get. “I used to hear stories that they are all savages who kidnap women in the middle of the night.”

Jon only laughed. “They’re a little rougher then you or I, but they’re really no different from us. Just a different kind of life is all. Besides, they haven’t done things like that in hundreds of years.” Muttering that it still didn’t seem like a place she’d want to visit, he ran a hand along her hair before pulling her hood up almost playfully. “Shame, that’s where I wanted to take you next time.” Nudging his hand away telling him not to tease her, Jon said your name. “Ask her, she gets teased all the time.”

Her looking past Jon to see you nod, her face twisting as she looked back up at him. “I’ll have to watch you from now on.”

By the time you all stopped to get something to eat, you came across a little diner looking building. Cleverly all the workers inside were dressed in tattered uniforms and makeup done to look like the undead, trapped in their jobs long after passing as if the Stranger had never come for them. Jon playfully pushing Shireen a little further in, “How about you find us somewhere to sit?”

Your eyes were trained on the small menu by the time he turned back to you. His voice rasping a little lower as his hand found your lower back stepping to your side, murmuring your name. “Are you alright?” Blinking heavily you looked from the menu to him, such an alluringly soft look in his eyes that you could be charmed into watching forever, instead looking back to the menu and nodding. Muttering you were just figuring out what Shireen should have, “Darling, you know thats not what I’m asking.”

But something more nervous filled you, a weight in your stomach worried once more of when you’d never hear that term coming from him towards you again. Would he ever call another woman that when you were gone? A term for you alone, or was it only because you were there at that moment. “I’m fine.” Pushing it all back and partially this conversation, you didn’t want Shireen to pick up on anything and make her worry. “Really, Jon.”

You both knew he didn’t believe you, but for now he let it go.

Eventually she found something for you both to wear. Nothing quite like hers was suitable in her eyes, so she decided to go with a pair of demon horns. Jons a bit longer and more menacing, yours short and a bit more what she called cute. Nothing big or obnoxious, but you both happily let her put them on your heads, satisfied she had made you both finally look like you belonged.

By the time you circled around to the games, it was more obvious to Jon that you really weren’t alright. The night ticking closer to when you would have to drive her and Margaery back to their hotel and not know when you’d see Shireen again on your mind. And that you’d be left alone with Jon, too not knowing where you stood with him. But, you let them enjoy the night as much as part of you truly did feel a warmth in your heart watching how much they got along.

You let Shireen pick what prize she thought you should win, but she had a bright idea. If Jon would win two of the same prize, she’d win the third for him and a fourth for the baby, and you’d all have something matching. Smaller plush toys were chosen on. A skeleton plush with a more demonic looking tail and scythe seemed to match her costume and the horns she picked for you both. Shireen cheered for how easily Jon won, not that you were surprised he was good at anything to do with aim. According to Karsi he was better then most marksmen she’d seen shoot an arrow for twenty years straight.

By the time it was Shireen’s turn, Jon stayed by her side to guide her through. The eyesight too effecting her ability to aim, and Jon would gently move her hands and arms into the right spot when she was off. You eyes wandering a bit until landing on Margaery, hovering nearby watching.

You didn’t say anything as you left, not wanting to disturb them. The word rather elongated a she begun, “So, how is it all going?”

Looking back, a softer glaze in your eyes came over for a moment. “Well enough, they get along great.” Only for her to ask specifically what about you, and then your name in warning when you didn’t respond. Looking back your brows furrowed a bit as your expression finally allowed itself to twist into something subtlety upset. “As long as they have a good night, it’s fine.”

Your name coming from her, Margaery brushed the hair in front of you gently back of your shoulder, “This night is about you too. You’re the pregnant one, you need to be enjoying yourself as well.” Her eyes flickered behind you, suspecting Jon had finally noticed you weren’t there. Not that you had seen, but she did. The brief panic in his eyes thinking you’d wandered off too far and he lost where you were, only to settle just the slightest as he spotted you with Margaery.

“I appreciate you helping to do this, really I do. But one good night won’t fix anything if he decides this isn’t what he wants.” Your name coming more softly from her mouth made you feel worse, the sting behind your eyes suddenly forming along with a block in your throat. Your arms crossed over your front, “He doesn’t want this, Margaery.” Asking gentle like you were the child how you knew that, but your answer was a bit stammering. “I just do. He’s not happy when he’s with me now. He was the night when he found out, but I think he regrets it..I think he realized what he got himself into and made a mistake but now everyone knows and it’s too late to take it back.”

Assuring you he didn’t think that you crossed your arms over your front as it to protect yourself or curl in on yourself. Her hands by your arms she spoke softly and as comfortingly as she could, at least sensing her honesty in the gesture. “You weren’t there, you didn’t hear him on the phone trying to set this up. How desperate he was to give you something that would cheer you up. That man adores you, and he’ll adore your baby together. Just give him a chance to prove it and you’ll see.”

Glancing back finally, you could see an excited Shireen that she finally won and that unfairly handsome grin on his face. Turning back you nodded, no words to say you’d try but she understood. “Do you need to get back to-”

Cutting you off she linked her arm with yours to turn you around and walk back towards Jon and Shireen. “She headed back to find her father, ready to go home when they were. Besides, it’s getting close to when we should probably leave. I have to get her makeup off when we get to the hotel otherwise your mother will wonder exactly what kind of ceremony we went too when she face times.”

Shaking your head at how watchful over Shireen was, how you never got that kind of protectiveness from them, and a weight in your gut that now you never would.

Margaery at least took the reins on starting the conversation as you both walked back over. Looking to Shireen with a bright expression, she let go of your arm to lean down to her level, “Did you win this for me?” Shireen’s face only twisting as she pulled it closer with furrowed brow as Margaery laughed instantly. Running her hand over her hair a little, “Well what am I supposed to remember tonight with?”

Quick on the draw, and perhaps even sensing the teasing game being played Shireen said flatly with an equally as flat expression, “The pleasure of my company.”

You could only turn away with a grin. Looking around the night with people scattered about everywhere, you felt a warmth envelop your side as Jon rested a hand more along your lower back again. Facing you more and himself away from the other two as is rasp was quiet, “Enough fun for one day?” A tiny breath of a laugh came out and a hinting smile to join, pulling what brightness in his eyes Jon could get from your reaction with a tilting nod to the side in agreement. Running his hand more up and down your back he kept your eyes just a beat longer then normal as if not wishing to break away yet before turning you both back to the others.

Shireen seemed to have picked up the winding down mood, asking if it was time to go. You nodded, not even yet allowing her face to fall in a disappointment as you shifted from Jon to pull her more in front of you. Much like how you guided her through each haunted house earlier, but this time you felt her relax more into your touch as she held three of the plushes, yours, hers, and what you presumed was the matching one for a gift for the baby. With Shireen here you dared not let your brain tread back into only moments ago as you ran a hand along her arm. “I’m still coming with you on the drive to the hotel, you have a little bit longer with me.”

A sad nod, you felt guilt at having to end the night but perhaps a tad relieved that she too felt the same dejection at ending the night not knowing when the next would even be. The four of you slowly begun to make your ways to the main entrance out into the dark parking lot, a small part of you wondering if Margaery was feeling awkward. Between yourself and Shireen, and yourself and Jon, there was a comfort in a natural silence no one felt the need to fill with talking that Margaery was not used too. Were your mood not in such an odd place, it might have been ever so slightly amusing.

A cute little instinct in Jon caught your attention for a moment though, the way he found it so instinctive to open and close the car door for you, and yet how he instantly did so for Shireen right away without a second thought. Watching just a little longer as you held your side open still, just as he met your eyes with a softness in the greys you let your gaze quickly flicker away as to not draw attention, when you both knew it was too late for Jon to not catch you staring.

The ride was just as quiet over, nothing more then the light music playing just quiet enough in the background. You sat in the back with Shireen, only quiet whispers shared between you both, asking if she had a good night and her affirming it was her favourite in a long time. Her hands never not clutching the plush toy, you were happy that she would have something physical to remind her of the night even if you couldn’t talk even over the phone for a while. That part of her and you would still be there for the other now that you had put yourself in such a precarious position.

“That Tyrell money knows no end to luxury doesn’t it?”

Looking back at you with a playful squint in her face at your jest, she was no doubt used to the comments. Her family played second only to the Lannisters in terms of sheer wealth, but the Tyrells were always smarter in how they spent it rather then flashy. Clearly though, for Shireens benefit, she had put a little more towards this hotel then you expected when you drove up.

Coming over to you, neither hesitated in a hug. Her whispering in your ear for only you to hear, “Remember what I said, give him a chance.” You said nothing, not that she expected you too. Swallowing roughly as she pulled away, you bit down then on your tongue to calm your expression from twisting too much. Only looking between you, Shireen and Jon hovering by his open car door, she nodded at him and he back before looking to Shireen. “I’ll be right by the elevator waiting for you.”

Not closing the door, but pushing off the car and walking over, Jon crouched down to Shireens height, the brightness in his wide eyes and smile almost was infectious to her. “I’m glad I finally got to meet you, Shireen. Despite everything, it’s better now then never.”

Nodding, she held more of a stern tone which was only overpowered by the degree of cute it was coming from such a small, innocent, and sweet girl. “If I’m an aunt, that makes you by law, my brother. So this isn’t allowed to be the last.” Jon muttering that he knows she’s never had a brother before and only adding he was happy to be hers. Only for a second did she hesitate, and almost as if knowing what was going to happen, Jon had braced himself for Shireen lunging herself forward into a hug. Holding her gently as she held him more tightly, a smile on his face the whole time with a chuckle.

Running a hand down her hair in a smoothing gesture, “Next time, I’ll find a way to bring you up to Winterfell. See if we can’t get you a sleepover with your big sister instead of just Margaery.” She giggled in response. Pulling back, he pulled her by the back of her head close, giving a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Shireen and you only watched for a moment as he left to get in the car to give you both privacy. He wouldn’t have any reason to know what he did, how he didn’t hesitate or likely even think about leaving it on the part of her forehead untouched by greyscale. But he didn’t, a forehead kiss half and half down the middle as if it was normal for anyone outside of her family to want to even entertain touching it. Margaery was an exception, she knew her well through Renly, but Jon was a near stranger to her until tonight.

Kneeling down to her level, you didn’t need to say anything. Green eyes against green, Shireen moreso fell into your front in a hug. Her arms desperate to not let go as you didn’t hesitate to hold her tightly back. Muffled against your clothes where her head was hidden, “When am I going to see you again?”

You’d like to comfort her, but she deserved better then that. “I don’t know, sweet girl. But Jons right, we’ll find a way to do this again before too long.” Asking in a quiet voice if it was going to be before the baby came, you both knew she felt the hesitation. “I can’t promise that. But, I have another idea.” Pulling back you held her by her upper arms to keep her close, your eyes bright with something flooded with an emotion ready to pour out but kept it together for hers much closer to crying now that you really had to leave. “We don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, so how about you start making a list of names you like. You can give them to Margaery to pass to Jon and I, and when we meet again, we’ll see how close you got.”

Nodding, you let your hand run over her cheek with your thumb, catching the tear that escaped. You of course, were the only one outside of your mother and father, or the family Maester to not hesitate touching her skin so freely on the greyscale for a long time. You always had, since the day you could hold her as a baby again when she was cured, you never wanted her to think you’d let her mark make her feel any different to you.

You didn’t expect her to say anything. She was young and upset and conflicted and likely still a bit confused as to why it was the way it was now. Words not easily coming to the vivacious reader when she felt too much in her heart. Just sending her on her away, only a nod when she at the door, turned half around to look at you before going inside.

Jon respected your privacy still, giving you the time to get up and into the car at your own speed, finally sitting in the passenger seat in the front. The music still playing lightly but he clearly had switched it to something softer and more instrumental. The gentle concern in his eyes, as he leaned over. First just pulling the headband off and sitting it in the back with his and the necklace you had let them twist your arm into wearing. Not moving away but letting his hand trail along your cheek, thumb running over the soft skin much more intimately then you had Shireens moments ago. “There’s something we should talk about before we go home. Nothing like that.” Jumping in to speak again the moment your eyes went wide, realizing no doubt how quickly you had taken those words, and watching your shoulders deflate and your eyes soften as the reassured you. Asking what about, Jon just leaned over more to pull at your seat belt, muttering that he’d rather not talk about this in a hotel parking lot you could only laugh at how he just did it for you.

If you had only one ease for your mind it was that the silence was far less awkward then you feared as he drove. Not going along the main roads like normal, but side streets along the riverside as it led through the Twins and into the much more forested lush of the North before Jon found a place to stop.

Stepping out, you turned to him with a light laugh. “Do you just know every single small park from here to the Wall?” Shrugging with a held back grin, Jon pulled you firmly into his side as he walked you through the empty small park to a circular table bench under a lovely looking awning. Your eyes barley noticed the bag in his hand, but couldn’t come up with anything it could be.

Sitting you up against the tables edge, Jon only parted your legs enough to stand between them in front of you. One hand on your hip, but his other ran along your neck and cupped your cheek and jaw more to get you to look at him. “I know it’s not the same for you.” Your brows furrowed in a silent look of question. “Having all of my family around for this, and none of yours. Everyone loves you, but I get it. They’ve just left you alone, to deal with this like they have better things to do then take care of the daughter thats carrying their future grandchild.” Swallowing roughly, that weight didn’t go away and Jons eyes softened as if he knew. “I don’t know when they’ll come around, but I’ll find a way to make sure I can get Shireen to come see you more.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes dropped, but he leaned forward more without turning you to look back up properly. “For tonight, it meant more then I know how to say. At least getting to spend one evening with her.” A tender rasp barley a whisper as Jon muttered that he doesn’t need a thank you.

His warm breath dancing across your skin. “I just want to see you happy.” Trying to argue that you were, Jon knew better. Pulling back more to get you to look back up at him, his face more turned into something knowing but heartbroken. “I know you aren’t, you’ve spent the last two days scared and confused and worrying yourself sick that I changed my mind about wanting this with you.”

Your eyes turned wide, knowing you couldn’t lie your way out of this, you tried to stammer, “When did Margaery-”

Cupping both your cheeks, Jon forced you to look up at him closing the gap between you once more without kissing you. “She didn’t tell me anything. I just know you, darling. And I know you’re wrong.” Nodding, he pulled you into his front. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders, his face tucking itself into your hair before pressing a kiss right under your ear. “I want this with you now, I will tomorrow, and every single day for the rest of our lives I want this with you.” Leaning back only enough he cupped your cheeks again, letting his nose trail down yours, a gentle nudge as it nuzzling you sweetly. Your hands coming down more to his sides, “I love you, both of you. You know that.”

He didn’t even bother letting you respond. Your heart heavy and yet light in your chest at how honest his words spoke and how deeply you felt his heart break at the worry you even thought any of it. Not even getting passed the first few sounds of trying to tell him you loved him back did Jon close the gap. Leaning down to press his lips to yours.

Deepening it right away, his soft lips guided yours. Not giving you any room to even consider controlling it let alone pulling away, your hands rose up to wind around the back of his neck, trying to press more to his front. Running his lips over yours over and over again, demanding you give him your every breath and sound of need as in return his kiss gifted you the promise he meant all of it and more.

Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip, he was taking the gentle route tonight. Your lips parting, and instantly did Jon let his tongue slide inside your mouth. Brushing only teasingly against yours, coaxing you to try and follow before he’d nearly stop the kiss and return to repeat the process. One hand on your cheek leaving to run around, his hand raking through strands of your hair before grasping a larger chunk of it, pressing you closer to his lips as yours found their way into his dark curls right back.

Once, twice, three more times did Jon fail to pull away, still pressing a feather light peck to your lips before he felt his leave yours completely. The hand in your hair relaxing and returning to raking through the strands over and over. Your eyes flickered to the side and back with a curious smile, “Whats in the bag?”

Jons grin grew though, which only peaked your curiosity more. “Proof how much I want this.”

Once upon a time Jon assumed he’d have to explain to you what the plush was, so many months or years after he knew you saw it in the shop window. Not weeks, not so few it could count as days. The second he pulled it out, your eyes went wide. A weight in your chest making you feel lightheaded but in a fashion that brought not wooziness but emotion, he gently transferred it to your hold. Turning it slowly without ever taking your eyes of it’s well made design and soft fur. Jon muttering quietly “It’s the one you-”

“Saw in the shop window. When did you buy this?” Whatever response he seemed to expect was not what you gave. A watery laugh with tears forming at the answer of the very next morning. A tale of hiding it at work and thats where he went in the middle of the night, to get it for you.

“I was going to give it you sooner, but after what happened with Robb..I didn’t want to look like I was pushing you for this. I wanted this, I really wanted it, but I was going to wait as long as it took for you to be ready. I promise.”

What could you say? A promise of the only thing you were truly scared of between you was not true. Keeping it in your lap, your hands slowly moved. Cupping his cheeks, your thumbs running over his coarse facial hair before slipping behind the back of his neck. Jon needed no more hints, pulling you with one hand back in your hair and the other wrapping around your back to pull you closer he took over and pressed his lips to yours.

In truth, it wasn’t the only thing Jon was going to give you that night. But he didn’t have it in him to break the peace, the gentle kiss he so desperately needed. There was plenty of time for the ring in his pocket, he could ask you any time. For now though, you both were content in the others kiss. No matter how much Jon yearned to marry you here and now, he’d have to restrain himself.

He wanted to take his time, but the wolf inside of him was always another much darker and needier story.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

you'll never take the blame like me

killer sees a familiar face. he's not happy about it.

(cw: off-screen minor character death, violence (because it's killer))

it's a pretty uneventful job all in all. the guy killer managed to lure into an alleyway behind a bar wasn't exactly a screamer. he struggled for a mere two minutes before giving up and resigning to his fate. it was honestly sad to witness, and here killer has thought that the human's indomitable will was an actual thing that he might be able to scare this guy into.

whatever. killer figures he shouldn't care about some prick who regularly terrorized monsters in the neighborhood anyway. at least this universe is marginally better now.

but to be honest, killer is starting to get bored with the killings. it was the most fun in the beginning, but over time he's started to predict what his victims are going to do, what they're going to say. trying to run away, pleading with him to no avail, threatening to call the cops. meh, it's so rote. the surprises he got were far and few between, but his boos were the most fun. they are also the few who escaped his homicidal intents intact. compared to them, his other victims are just not up to standards, sadly.

killer walks into the bar's kitchen and rummages through the cupboard to find any baking soda and vinegar. check and check. he washes the blood of his favorite knife in the sink then mixes the baking soda and vinegar together. after putting his knife into the mixture to let it wash off any blood stains, killer sits on a countertop and starts scrolling through his phone. first, quick message to his boo number one.

knife guy finished last: heya cinnabunny, gonna come over your place tonight (･ω<) evil toast: k. ill get cleaning supplies knife guy finished last: omg thanks so much babe <3

grinning, killer waits for a few minutes to see if he gets any reply back before opening his message to his boo number two, all the while cleaning his knife with water and soap again.

rattling raccoon: will be at murder's place tonight. wanna come, honey boo? power ranger: stop calling me that power ranger: wtf did you change my name power ranger: nvm power ranger: yeah i'm coming rattling raccoon: haha sure u will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) power ranger: i'm blocking you rattling raccoon: noooo i'm just joking (>_<) rattling raccoon: ... maybe power ranger: fine. i'm not inviting you to the cookout rattling raccoon: wait what cookout rattling raccoon: babe what cookout???

as killer gets out of the bar and into the alleyway, all the while texting on his phone, he senses it - the too-familiar feeling of someone watching him. casually putting away his phone, he leans against the wall, waiting for his secret admirer to come out of the shadows.

"come on. i know you're there. don't be shy now," he calls out, idly spinning his knife like a fidget toy.

the shadows shift as someone steps out, and killer forces his shoulders to be relaxed as he sees who it is. oh great, it's that guy. color, or whatever name he goes by nowadays. they're all sanses to him anyway.

"you again, huh?" killer muses, his eyesocket giving an involuntary twitch. "do you even know when to give up?"

"i'm just passing by," color smiles hesitantly. "you don't look busy. i just want to say hello."

"hmm no. not interested," killer tosses back and starts walking out of the alleyway. he's got to about five steps when color shortcuts in front of him, making him stop in his track.

"killer-" color starts, but killer cuts him off quickly.

"listen, whatever you're gonna evangelize about, i don't want to hear it," he puts his hands along side his knife inside his pockets. "how many times do i have to tell you? i'm not him."

"i know," color says forlornly. killer would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn't for the fact that he's standing in his way right now, dragging around that baggage of his that killer doesn't want to touch with a ten-foot pole.

"then why are you here?" he asks, trying to look as unconcerned as he can. his unwanted visitor looks at him with an undecipherable expression on his face before replying.

"things are... happening - big things. i just want to warn you beforehand, as a courtesy. no strings attached, i promise."

that's the thing about color. he's infuriatingly attuned to killer's wants and needs, almost to a creepy degree. he knows what to say to killer, and he knows what to do with him. killer can see why any other version of him would be interested in the guy, but he won't. even when his script is telling him to. even when his entire being is forcibly drawn to the alluring prospect of completing his happy ending.

(no. never again.

he will carve his own path. his own happy ending.

no one controls him. no one.)

"spill then. quickly. i have other things to tend to."

killer can tell color is curious, but he remains tight-lipped about his private life as always. let color guess what the serial killer does in his free time - that'll keep him busy for a bit.

"something is brewing across the n2-verse cluster. no one's got a clue what it is yet, but important people are missing, lodestars and the like. some sectors are turning destabilized, dragging other neighboring ones in the collapse too."

shit, that doesn't sound good. "it's not an error thing?"

"core frisk doesn't think so. errors are conspicuous - at least the ones we know are. there would have been tampering signs otherwise."

"n2..." killer hums. "so it's just near here." one more thing to worry about, he supposes.

"yeah. i'm just telling you to be careful," color fidgets with something under his coat. "you're an anomaly. killer variants are under more surveillance now per new emergency protocols. capture on sight."

"heh, when aren't we?" killer smirks, though his soul is beating faster than normal. color is right - this cannot be good. it will interfere with much of his work, both his personal leisure activities and his tasks with his mysterious benefactor. not to mention, his meetings with both of his friends-with-benefits. he probably needs to lay low for a while, which is not exactly something he copes with well historically.

"is that all?" killer asks, a bit wary when color shakes his head.

"... there's another thing," color says, but he's hesitant. killer braces himself, and he knows color can tell, infuriatingly enough. "your soul... how is it?"

"what," killer utters with a dead smile on his face. he tilts his head, his face half-morphed into the scary face he's been told to possess. "are you asking me out?"

"no!" color squawks, his face burning with embarrassment. "it's just- it's that- with my killer-"

"okay that's it," killer cuts him off. "i think i heard enough. can i go now?"

"... yeah, you can go."

with that, killer shortcuts to behind color and starts walking away. but not before the colorful skeleton monster has to have the last words.

"you know that you can trust me to help you, right?"

those familiar words again, and they make killer's soul pulse with something. yearning, he thinks. it's a longing of a hundred lives before him, something he has sworn to never walk again. so he squares his shoulders and briskly walks away. away from color. away from his nonexistent past and predestined future. only the present is worth his dedication.

he'll carve his own path from now on.

[fallen-faerie]

Trigger Warning: Rare Illness/Health Issues [wasn't sure if this need a tw but these topics make some ppl uncomfy so i wanted to be considerate anyway💜]

so a lot of ppl have been asking me why i don't post pics anymore or why i have barely been on social media compared to how i used to be. and the reason is i've been having severe health issues for a very long time. i can't even remember the last time i went more than a month without feeling nauseous, or actually throwing up, or just having headaches and stomach pain that are so bad i can barely tolerate them.

i've known for a while that i have gastritis, but my mom & my bf convinced me to go to a new doctor for a second opinion. after months & months of pure agony and feeling exhausted and sick to the point where i have no energy, i finally know why. i went to a specialist and discovered i have a rare illness called CVS (Cyclic vomiting syndrome). and i also am lactose intolerant which was amplifying my symptoms because i eat dairy products constantly.

i am going to be starting treatment for it and i really hope it improves my life and my ability to function because i am so tired of "living" like this. just existing has been exhausting and painful. i literally haven't been able to accomplish any of the goals i have because i can't go more than a few days without feeling horrible.

i already feel useless because i'm autistic and i have bipolar 1 and i'm waiting on disability payments to come through because i am unable to work with my disabilities. so my bf has been working and doing his best to take care of me and our kids. i just feel so horrible and guilty all the time. and i genuinely didn't know why i feel sick 24/7. all i want is to feel like myself again. and to do all the things i miss doing. i feel like i'm trapped by this illness.

i'm grateful to have answers and know what i'm dealing with finally. but after suffering like this almost every single day for so long its so hard to feel hopeful for the future at this point. i'm literally in tears as i type this. its just been really bad. i never do my makeup anymore or feel good about myself. i can barely move sometimes because the pain in my stomach is so bad or i get pain in my throat from vomiting for hours at a time, and then i get MORE pain from dry heaving due to not being able to hold down any food. and then i get random migraines and headaches that last all day as a result of all of that. its taking a huge toll on my body and my mental health. my depression gets worse during the winter season so when this started getting really bad it just made my mental health a million times worse. its literal hell.

but yeah thats why i haven't been online. real life is hard enough and i haven't been motivated to post because of the hell i'm going through or a lot of the time i physically CAN'T make content. but i'm going to keep trying. i'm going to do every fucking thing my doctors tell me to do because im so fed up with suffering. i promise that i will make content again and post the things i create and other stuff i used to post about before i stopped being able to function. as soon as i start to feel semi normal or at least well enough to do daily activities and complete even small goals, i will post about it. i'll keep u guys updated.

i appreciate every single person who follows me and my content, and all the ppl who keep checking up on me and wondering where the fuck i went. i love you guys so much💜 and i'm so sorry to all the ppl who haven't heard from me. if i can gain at least a little bit of my physical strength and health back, i will be so happy. i also am trying to get vitamins prescribed to me because im severely lacking nutrients but they are so expensive and i can't afford them out of pocket until i get my disability money. i'm also anemic and have to start taking iron supplements again. i'm just a giant ball of health issues😭 its actually ridiculous how bad my health has been. but i'm a mom and for that reason i will never stop trying. i will do whatever it takes to get better. i don't think my health could get much worse than it is currently. hopefully i didn't just jinx myself by saying that😭

sorry for the super long explanation, i just have sooo many messages in my inbox and questions that you guys send me that i haven't answered. i don't want to leave u in the dark. the connections i've made on this silly little blog mean the world to me. and everything i've been going through has been so hard to explain. but since i recently got a REAL answer as to why i'm suffering so much, i felt it was a good time to let you guys know what is going on with me. like i said, when i am able to feel somewhat normal again i will post consistently and re-open my shop too! it sucks so bad having a passion for creating but being too sick to even get out of bed other than to get sick in the bathroom. i've been to the emergency room more times this month than i have in the last 4 years. if i can overcome this awfulness i will not take it for granted. i will work harder than i ever have to create and share it with the world. but for now i just have to sit back and do whatever my doctors tell me to do and hope to god that it helps me 😞

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Oceans of time

One night, Laddie asks David how he became a vampire. The tale that he tells is one of love and betrayal and a hurt he could never quite overcome.

A Dracula A/U

Part 2 Part 3

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"How did you become a vampire?"

Laddie laid in his bed, his old stuffed teddybear held tightly in his arms. David looked up from where he was sitting, not responding. The cave was silent. Dwayne, Marko, and Paul had gone out to feed, leaving David with what he called 'baby-sitting duties'. Not that he truly minded it, no. Laddie was - as far as kids go - a good one. He listened, he didn't lie, and he obeyed the rules. Now, however, Laddie had decided not to. Maybe it was because of the warmth of the cave, the summer-heat still caught in its walls. Maybe it was because he had too much sugar that evening, or maybe it was because he was just not tired. No matter the why, David needed to answer, or else the kid might never shut up.

"Why do you ask?"

Laddie shrugged. "I'm just curious."

David couldn't help but grin, shaking his head. "You need to sleep."

"I won't be able to until you tell me. Please, David? Please!"

David sighed, looking at the kid. "Fine. But don't expect a happy story. It isn't."

Still, Laddie smiled. He moved over, laying closer to the wall so there was enough space for David to sit comfortably. "If it gets too sad, Mr. Teddy will cheer you up. He always cheers me up when I'm sad."

"No need," David looked at the stuffed animal - or what was left of it. He supposed the bear was once a light brown colour, but now it was closer to grey. He really had no desire to come close to that thing. "It was a long time ago. There were six of us."

"Who are the other two?"

"Don't interrupt me, or I won't tell you a thing."

Laddie nodded, zipping his mouth close.

July 1897, Santa Carla

"Will you be careful out there?" The young girl asked, sitting next to a phonograph. The song - well, it was hardly that, it was more white noise than music - played quietly. David looked at the girl. Her glasses lay on the table, and just by the way she held her head in her arms, he could tell she was dealing with yet another headache.

"You know I will be. I've got a reason to come back. You wouldn't last a day without me."

A small smile played on the girls lips. "It's not my fault that we can't afford the right glasses."

"Nor is it mine. I'll try and bring some fruit with me today, alright? And if possibke ill try and get some new glasses to try. Maybe we'll be lucky this time. "

"David? Please tell your boys to be careful too - and tell them to come home? I do miss their company."

He sighed, giving his sister a soft kiss on her forehead. What she called home was nothing more than a small kitchen, an even smaller bathroom, and just a single bedroom. There was hardly enough space for the two of them, but somehow, she swore she could make it work for their little makeshift family.

"No need to worry about that, Mia. I'll be back before dark."

With those words, David left the house. The sun was still rising. He knew it would be a long day. His - no matter if you called them friends, gang, crew or something else, it never felt quite right - brothers and he had taken to a life of petty crime. Sure, a couple years back, they had tried to do honest work, working in the factory or the coal mines, but eventually, they all realised that they did shitty work for even shittier pay. So now they stole, gambled a bit here and there. They had a benefactor, a man willing to pay them for their crimes. Steal some papers from the governor, plant some evidence at the pub - whatever Mr. Max demanded, they'd do. He paid well, and that's exactly what they needed. They did what they could to survive, and this definitely helped.

They were good at that, surviving. Quick on their feet, changing plans on the spot, being able to predict outcomes - they were good. They'd managed to stay out of the hands of law enforcement, and the one time they did end up in jail, their good friend Lucinda was quick to break them out. She called it paying bail, but they didn't really care about the technicalities,

"Have you heard? There's a shipwreck down by the beach. If we're quick, we can see if there's some loot." Paul grinned as he showed that mornings newspaper. They'd met up down the harbour. Marko had stolen some bread and shared it with the boys. David sat on one of the crates while Dwayne scanned the crowds. Early mornings meant drunk people stumbling over the docks, trying to make their way home. They were easy targets and often wouldn't even remember what they'd been robbed off.

"What kind of ship?" Marko took the paper, looking at the photograph. "Seems quite big. Could be something." He showed the picture to the others, not bothering with the specifics of the article.

"Won't any survivors come knocking?" Dwayne looked at Paul, who just grinned. "Nope! There were no survivors. That's what they say anyway. Only a dog that ran off, the second the ship stranded."

"We should check it out," David nodded, following Paul to the beach. It wasn't often that a shipwreck ended up on their beach. Ships like these would carry cargo, and possibly something that was worth a fortune.

As promised, there was a shipwreck on the beach. The whole thing was broken apart, as if something unnatural had ripped the wooden boards away from each other. If they hadn't been told that it had been a ship, David was certain they would not have recognised it as such. As they moved through the ship, exploring what was left of the now empty rooms, they came to two conclusions.

One: There was nothing to loot. Two: There were some very strange marks on the doors and walls. As if someone had tried to fight something off.

"There's nothing here," Marko spoke up after they sweeped the place. "We should go, maybe Max has something for us."

With the uneasiness they felt on the ship, none of the boys were too saddened to leave. There was something off with this place, and none of them wanted to find out what it was exactly.

As they met up with Max, outside the hospital, David realised that this was indeed going to be a long day.

"Sorry boys, nothing new today." Max was about to turn around, entering the hospital again, when David spoke up.

"Seriously? It's been six days. We need some fucking money."

"You better watch your tone," the man gave him a stern look, "there many that would kill to work for me."

Knowing this would get them nowhere, they decided to try their luck on the streets. That's how they spent their day, trying to figure out who they could steel from and, most often, succeeding. At the end of the day, they had made three pounds stealing from the rich. It was enough to pay rent for another week and to buy food for the next couple of days. David grinned - Mia would be happy.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" Mia opened the door, noticing that her brother had brought home the others. "I've got so much to tell you!"

"What happened?" Dwayne sat down at the kitchen table, opening a bottle of gin. Marko had grabbed five glasses, while Paul helped Mia to a chair. She was still not wearing her glasses and had in the five steps it took to get from the front door to the kitchen already bumped into something twice.

"Lucinda stepped by today. She's back in town," Mia explained. Lucinda had always been a friend to the boys. They had met a long time ago when she had saved them from a prison sentence. Ever since they had been close, even if she was richer than they could ever dream of being. "She said that a European doctor had arrived and that he's trained in anything to do with the eyes."

"Mi, love, we can't afford new glasses." Paul ran his hand through her hair.

"I know - but that's not the point! She is engaged to him, and she's going to ask him to see if he can do something about my eyes as a favour. Isn't that just great?"

"It sounds too good to be true," Marko said, and Mia noticed his tone immediately. She quieted down a bit.

"You think it's a scam?"

"Dangerous, at least. I wouldn't trust him."

"Lucy also offered to talk to him about maybe getting eye surgery, if that's possible in my case." She said it softly, already guessing how her brothers would react.

"That'd be experimental then, right?" Dwayne looked at her as she nodded.

"Absolutely not!" David slammed his cup down on the table. "You will not get fucking surgery of we already think this whole thing is sketchy in the first place."

Mia sighed. "I know. It would just be nice to also help out, you know? Before I got fired-"

"You were hurt every single day by your boss. Don't worry about it," Paul pulled her close, letting her lean against him.

David looked at his sister. "Sorry, kid." He grabbed the money they'd collected today out of his pocket. "We can afford some food the next couple of days, though."

And with that, the whole conversation was forgotten. Mia and the boys made plans for dinner, and David went off to pay the rent.

1987, Santa Carla

"Where's Mia now?"

Laddie looked at David, who sighed as he lit a cigarette. "She's gone."

"Oh. Why did she want that eye surgery? It sounds scary."

"It is, especially back then, She was nearsighted. She couldn't see for shit. The glasses she had weren't right, and we couldn't afford better ones. She got headaches, so she never wore them. She was always bumping into things," he smiled at the memory, "So, after a while, she began looking into other things that could help restore her sight."

"Could they?"

"God no. Glasses were what she needed. We stole them quite often, but none of them were right for her."

"What happened next?"

"Lucinda stepped by. And then both she and Mia got sick."

August 1897, Santa Carla

"He is so perfect," Lucinda giggled as she poured Mia some tea. They were sitting in the garden of Lucinda's estate. Well, her parents' estate. "Just last night, he said he'd be with me forever. Isn't that romantic?"

"Quite so!" Mia smiled. "When will you get married? Will you get married? You also had an offer from the governors son, did you not?"

"In a fortnight, obviously you and your brothers will have to be there - I simply won't get married without them there. And yes, I did - but honestly, Wolfram is an idiot. He wouldn't know how to open a letter if I didn't instruct him. So, I have decided that Doctor Holmwood was the best match."

"Why? So you can show how much richer you're getting?" Dwayne walked in, a teasing grin on his face. He grabbed a chair and moved to sit at the table.

"Absolutely!" She smiled. "It is weird, though.."

"What is?" Mia reached for her teacup, cursing under her breath as some hot tea spilt over her fingers when she hit the cup too hard. She knew she should have worn her glasses - things would still be fuzzy, but not as much as they were now. But then she had to deal with headaches - and those were worse.

"Ever since I got engaged to him, I have been having nightmares. The strangest dreams, really."

"Aren't you just worried about the wedding?" Mia offered, while Dwayne asked what the dreams were about.

"I'm always sleep walking, all the way to the cemetery. And once there, I'm being haunted and hunted, taunted. It's horrifying. And just yesterday, I had the exact same dream, but this time, some monster grabbed me by the throat and actually bit me."

They were silent for a moment. "When did they start?"

"When we arrived in London, I think. I just hoped they'd stop once we were back home."

"How about you sleep at our place tonight?" Dwayne looked at Lucinda. "Maybe it will stop the nightmares."

"That would be lovely." Lucinda smiled brightly. "I'll go home and grab some stuff, and I'll be there before dinner." She smiled at Mia, taking her hand as she was about to speak up. "I'll make sure to bring some food along, don't worry."

That night, after dinner, Mia and Lucinda went off to bed. They'd listened to the stories the boys told, about running from the cops and getting a new assignment from Max - apparently there was a new Lord in town, and they needed to figure out who he was. The girls stepped into the bed, after making sure that the boys would be alright.

"We'll manage," David looked at Mapia. "Just make sure the two of you get some sleep, alright?"

Mia nodded, and after chatting for a bit, both girls fell asleep quickly. Only a few hojrs later, the boys did the same. The house was quiet. No one moved. No one spoke.

So, they didn't notice that they'd forgotten to lock the window. They didn't notice how it slammed open, a dark figure standing on the windowsill. They didn't notice how that same dark figure moved forward, bending over both girls. They didn't notice that the dark figure only had eyes for Mia, longingly stroking her arm, but deciding to leave her untouched for now. He could always claim her later. Now, it was time for his first conquest. It was time for her to join him.

It wasn't until early morning that Mia awoke. "Luce?" She asked sleepily as she felt a heavy weight on her stomach. She blinked, sitting up. As she moved closer, she couldn't help but scream. The body next to her was ice cold. The throat was ripped open. The whole bed was covered in blood. Lucinda had been killed. Brutally murdered. And she just slept through it, not able to help one of her dearest friends.

"Mia, what -" David pulled his sister away from the bed, holding her tight as she cried, upon seeing the massacre on the sheets. The other boys entered the room just as quickly, immediately moving to see if they could figure out who had entered the room. They needed to know who had done this.

"You're alright, love," David led Mia to the small bathroom, making sure that all the blood was washed off of her body.

"Is she - is she dead?"

David nodded. Mia closed her eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, trying to even her breathing. "How did I - how could I sleep through that? She - "

"Mia, look at me," David kneeled down so he was at eye level with her. "There was nothing you could have done."

Mia nodded quietly. He knew she didn't believe him, but he'd repeat it over and over until it got through.

The rest of the day was chaos. They had to call the police, Lucinda's family, her fiancé. People came and went. Pictures were taken of the crime scene, and every one of them was questioned. At the end of the day, Mia had no tears left to cry, and the boys felt just the same. That night, the house was quiet, them softly talking about their times with Lucinda. How she helped them out when they got in trouble with the law. How she was the first and only person to ever catch them red-handed - they had tried to pickpocket from her after all, even after she had saved them from jail. She had smiled and just given them some money. She had always been like an older sister to them, taking care of them when needed and always being there for both the good and the bad. She had brought humour, charm, and insights into how to best steal from the rich - and now she was gone.

1987, Santa Carla

"So, was she killed by a vampire?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"That's how he changed her. We just didn't know that at the time. We also didn't know what we would become eventually, or we would have never done what we had done."

"What did you do?"

David shook his head. His cigarette had turned into ashes, and he heard the other boys returning. "I'll tell you tomorrow. You need to go to sleep now."