#picture this. DENNIS now believing. because he just witnessed a fucking miracle. maybe he even prayed. who knows

[sunnykeysmash]

thinking about this discussion I had before FVR even came out, thinking about blends, thinking about "give me dong or give me death", about how it's both. thinking about both mac and dennis getting exactly what they want (mac's fantasy in saves the day, for mac to go away from dennis) but with a TWIST (for mac to realize there's nothing on the other side, for dennis to realize he needs mac). thinking about the pulse checking, thinking about the flatline.

thinking about my meta that I wrote before s15 even came out, about how we've been witnessing an impossible choice that's splitting dennis in two, thinking about "<3 or die" being the name of the salon in chop (and off with the head / just start over meta...), thinking about new beginnings, and meet cutes. thinking about rebirth, and baptisms.

[wildflower-daydreamer]

Chapter 13 - Don’t Blame Me

Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right / Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

I've been breakin' hearts a long time / And toyin' with them older guys / Just playthings for me to use / Something happened for the first time / In the darkest little paradise / Shakin’, pacin', I just need you

For you, I would cross the line / I would waste my time / I would lose my mind / They say “She's gone too far this time”

Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right / Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life / Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right / Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

My name is whatever you decide / And I'm just gonna call you mine / I'm insane, but I'm your baby / Echoes of your name inside my mind / Halo, hiding my obsession / I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace / Just to touch your face / If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay

Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right / Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life / Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right / Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

I get so high, oh / Every time, yeah every time you're lovin' me / You're lovin' me / Trip of my life, oh / Every time, yeah every time you're touchin' me / You're touchin' me / Every time, yeah every time you're lovin' me / Oh Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life / Usin' for the rest of my life, oh

Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right  / Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life, oh / Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right / Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life 

I get so high, oh / Every time, yeah every time you're lovin' me / You're lovin' me / Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

Jon - March 2018

“I can’t believe this is happening!“ Sansa exclaimed as she and Jon entered their suite. Arya and Gendry had shocked everyone the day after Valentine’s Day by announcing they were going to elope in Vegas. As much as Catelyn tried convincing her youngest daughter to have a real wedding, Arya was set on their decision (’As my lady commands’, Gendry had affectionately said and received a punch to the arm for it). If Arya were to ever marry, eloping would be her style. No fancy pomp and circumstance. It was a miracle she was even letting the whole Stark family come and witness it. That was more of Gendry’s doing. He was like Jon, his parents had passed and he had no other family he knew of; Gendry loved the closeness the Stark family had. Sansa insisted on helping Arya plan it and booked the family their flights and hotel rooms at the ARIA Hotel and Casino because she thought it would be cute to stay there. She forced Arya into shopping for a bridal outfit with her and was proud that she found something Arya actually loved.

“You have a thing for windows, don’t you, my love?“ Jon said with a laugh as he put their bags in the bedroom and saw the floor to ceiling windows.

“I have a thing for you fucking me up against them.“

Jon lustfully groaned, pulled her to him and kissed her roughly. She knew how to get him started with just words and he knew she loved it. She grabbed the bulge in his jeans while he raised her shirt over her breasts to grope them. Sansa brought him closer to the window and she leaned back on it. The hunger in her eyes drove him wild and he dove down to his knees, undid her jeans and dragged them and her panties down to her ankles so she could step out of them. The scent of her wetness was heady and like a drug to him and every time he caught the scent, whether it be during their sexual romps or while he vividly daydreamed about her, it washed over him like a high. Jon buried his face in that gorgeous cunt, the sensual noises she made and the leg she draped over his shoulder and down his back spurred him on. After she came, he got back to his feet and with his mouth covered in her wetness, she licked at it and kissed him.

“Fuck me, baby,“ she whispered breathlessly.

Jon gave her a sexy smile, grabbed her hips and spun her around to face the window. Sansa bit her lip as she looked back at him. She leaned her forearms against the window while spreading her legs a little and sticking her ass out towards Jon. He grabbed his hard cock and eased it slowly into her wet hole. He took her gently at first, feeling her stretch around him. But then he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and harder into her. Jon’s fingers dug into the flesh on her hips. Sansa’s animalistic grunts picked up as he slammed fully into her, the window fogging up from her breath. When Jon felt himself getting close, he reached his hand around her and circled her clit furiously until she came with him.

“Maybe we should hop in the shower before we get ready, huh?“ Sansa teasingly said once she came back to her senses. She took his hand and led him to the bathroom and started the shower.

“Are you trying to get me hard again?“ Jon asked with a crooked smile. “Because that might be what you get if you want me in there with you.“

“Maybe.“ She bit her lip, she knew it made him weak.

They showered, amongst other fun things that resulted in Sansa’s moans reverberating in the bathroom acoustics, and began to get ready for Arya and Gendry’s big night. 

Once finished, Sansa came out of the bathroom in a sexy, short sequined dress that made Jon’s mouth slightly drop.

“I’m the luckiest man alive.“ 

“Well maybe we should use that luck while we’re here in Vegas,“ Sansa said, sauntering over to where he sat on the edge of the bed in his suit. She stood  between his legs as he grazed his hands down her sides, feeling her curves and long legs. He kissed the cleavage that showed in her low cut neckline and they left to meet with the rest of the Starks.

Sansa

Arya and Gendry picked the ARIA’s poolside garden for their venue. It was beautifully lit and the aisle led to a pretty draped canopy with silver Chivari chairs were set out for the family. Arya refused to pick out the details so Sansa had chosen what best suited her little sister and the end result was simple and understated, yet elegant. 

Sansa caught her mother’s disapproving eye at her dress. “We’re in Vegas mom!”

“It’s still your sister’s wedding,“ Catelyn said in a huff and took her seat. Sansa knew her mom was just emotional. Catelyn had insisted on spending alone time with Arya before the ceremony to help her with her hair and makeup.

Gendry settled himself under the canopy, next to the officiant, and the wedding march began. Arya came out, arm in arm with Ned. She looked radiant in her white pantsuit. Sansa had picked out one that had some small lace touches and the perfectly tailored jacket created a deep-v neckline with no top underneath it. Sansa was shocked when Arya tried it on and fell in love with it. She looked beautiful with a dash of powerfully sexy. Sansa, Catelyn, and Margaery dabbed at their eyes a few times during the short ceremony. Sansa swore she even saw Arya’s eyes become a little misty.

After the ceremony and picture time, they all headed to their dinner reservation at a fancy restaurant to celebrate with steaks, wine, and whiskey. Sansa had never seen her sister be so lovey towards a boy until now and she found it downright adorable. Bran told them about his new girlfriend Meera. Everyone teased him that he’d be next to marry and it made him blush. Rickon was grumpy that he was one year shy of 21 and couldn’t completely enjoy the Vegas nightlife yet. For Robb and Margaery, it was one of their rare nights out since the baby was born and they were soaking it in. Little 5 month old Ben was up in their large hotel suite with his nanny and they were determined to get in as much fun as they could before going back to the hotel. Jon sat close to Sansa’s side, one hand on her thigh and a glass of whiskey in the other. Sansa looked around the table and couldn’t be happier.

After dinner, Catelyn and Ned took Bran and Rickon to a Cirque du Soleil show while Sansa, Jon, Robb, and Margaery treated the newlyweds to bottle service at the ever popular Hakkasan nightclub. The alcohol flowed freely to the point where Jon had lost his inhibitions and was trying to dance sexily for Sansa in front of everyone as she sat in their VIP booth. By the time they were out of drinks and their feet sore from dancing, the couples went their own ways. Robb and Margaery went back to their room to relieve the nanny and sleep. Arya wanted to soak up the alcohol with some greasy food before bed, so she and Gendry stumbled along to Denny’s. Sansa and Jon decided to go explore the rest of the strip, ignoring how drunk they were. 

They went up the strip, going through casinos as they passed them. They played a hand of blackjack as they left MGM and a couple of slot machines at the Cosmopolitan. As they were exiting the Bellagio, another newlywed couple entered, extremely happy, wasted and loudly shouting about their elopement.

“Let’s do it!” Sansa exclaimed, turning to Jon.

“Do what?” Jon asked confusedly as he tried to focus his eyes on her.

“Let’s get married. Right now.”

“How drunk are you?” he asked towards the blurry vision that was Sansa.

“Very. But who cares? I love you more than anything.”

“And I love you more than anything.” Jon said while booping her nose.

“Come on!” She pulled him to the taxi line and waited their turn.

“Are we crazy?”

“I think so!” But Sansa’s alcohol soaked brain told her this was her best idea in forever.

They hopped in a cab and asked the driver to take them to whatever wedding chapel that was still open. The driver brought them farther up the strip to the famous Little White Chapel. Just as Sansa exited the cab, she heard Jon ask the driver to wait before he got out too.

“Sansa, this isn’t right,” he said quietly, his eyes trying to stay focused on hers.

“What do you mean? Of course it is, we belong together!“

“Sans. I know you want more than this. I want more than this. And we both want your family there.” He took her hand in his, brought it up to his lips, and kissed her knuckles.

“You sure? We don’t even have the marriage license to make this real, this could just be for fun!“

“I’m sure that when I marry you, we’re going to do it right, at the right time, and it’ll be perfect. I’m sure that when we say ‘I do’ it’s going to be for real.“

She’d do anything for him and she knew he’d do the same for her, but this might be crossing the line a bit too soon. She bit her lip trying to gather her thoughts.

“Well, I guess there are other things we can do tonight,“ Sansa said with a naughty little smile. They got back in the cab and had the driver take them back to their hotel.

He said ‘when I marry you’. Not ‘if’ but ‘when’, Sansa happily thought to herself as she lightly slid her fingers up and down the bulge in Jon’s pants. Sansa just knew they would end up marrying each other in the long run, but it still thrilled her to hear his choice of words. 

They half stumbled out of the cab and up to the dark little paradise that was their room. As soon as their door closed behind them, they began shedding each other’s clothing and fell into bed. 

“What do you want, love?” Jon asked softly, his hot breath against her neck.

“I just need you,“ Sansa sighed. Jon went to his knees on the floor, pulling Sansa’s body to the edge of the bed. He drunkenly ate her out, it wasn’t as smooth as he usually was but it still gave Sansa the lustful high he always seemed to give her. Her body trembled and came apart with an orgasm.

“You taste so sweet, my Sansa,“ Jon said, kissing her inner thighs.

“Mmm, I need to taste you but I’ll wait til after you fuck me.“

“Fuck. How do you want my cock in you tonight, baby?“ Jon was making his way up her body, kissing and licking at her salty flesh.

“I want to be bent over again.“ In a swift movement, Jon grabbed her hips and flipped her around so she was on her knees. He gently pushed her shoulders down so her chest and face were pressed against the bed with her ass high up in the air. “Mmm, just like that,” she purred. She felt him ease himself into her pussy and build up to a rhythm. She moaned his name and felt that high come upon her again as he pulled his cock out almost completely before quickly sliding it fully back into her. “Spank me, baby.” The request made Jon lustily groan and he spanked her, making Sansa cry out and rock back on Jon’s dick harder and faster.

“Oh, God, Sansa,“ Jon breathed and slid out of her. She flipped over and shimmied down the bed, between his knees, until her head was under his cock and she took it in her mouth. His cum ran down her throat as she looked up at him. Once he was spent, he collapsed onto the bed. “You’re perfect,” he sleepily sighed. 

The next morning Sansa groggily opened her eyes. She was wrapped in Jon’s arms and she could feel a hangover coming on.

“Morning, love,“ Jon muttered and kissed the top of her head.

“Morning, baby,“ Sansa said and kissed his chest.

“Remember how you wanted to elope last night?“ he teased her.

It all came rushing back to her mind. “Oh God,” Sansa laughed. “Can you blame me? Love made me crazy.”