Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 2

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 2

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: The Saviors return to Alexandria. But not for a collection though.

Warnings: NSFW!!! And this is a bit longer than most of my fics too, I think.


Note: Y’all asked for it, so here’s part 2 of Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know. This one’s still dedicated to @babyblues915! I hope you guys enjoy reading! Thank you always for leaving lovely replies that keep me motivated. <3

It had only been three days since the Saviors’ last visit, three days since your sexual encounter with their charismatic leader and yet here they were again. As you watched them on the porch of your house, you noticed that only a single truck had pulled over and not a lot of Saviors were present as opposed to their usual numbers during collection. You watched Tara pull the main gate open and called for your father.

“What do they want now?” Rick uttered under his breath as he watched the Saviors step down from the truck.

You turned to your father, “We need to cooperate, dad.” You told him.

He was furious that you willingly accompanied Negan in the garage, alone, with no weapon to help you defend yourself. Last time Negan played pool, two people had died and Rick was somehow traumatized that history might repeat itself. Of course, no one died that day, except maybe for your dignity when you ended up having sex with Negan.

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murder, she wrote starters #1

notes: feel free to change pronouns, etc. to make it fit if needed. this show aired from mid 80′s to the 90′s & is a whodunit show so this will contain references to murder, theft, affairs, & many similar topics.

  • ❛i didn’t steal it!
  • ❛[name]! [name], you in there?
  • ❛there’s something I want you to see.❜
  • ❛by recognizing what she had been, what how much she had meant to me, well, it was a way of keeping her alive in my heart.❜
  • ❛well, with, uh, your permission, i’d like to excuse myself.❜
  • ❛i killed him❜
  • ❛he could pick a fight over anything.❜
  • ❛all those years of taking his orders and sacrificing whatever kind of life she might have been able to make for herself.❜
  • ❛take a look, [name].❜
  • ❛wrong? my facts are never wrong. ❜
  • ❛well, tonight you are a professional nincompoop!
  • ❛[name], be quiet.❜
  • ❛and naturally we’re all very relieved that [name] has been cleared. ❜
  • ❛i just find it very hard to believe.❜
  • ❛i’m sure they were here last night.❜
  • ❛well, perhaps so, but humor me.❜
  • ❛that is very insulting.❜
  • ❛well, unlike my [family member], I haven’t got anything to hide.❜
  • ❛is that an invitation?
  • ❛i’m not particularly proud of what I had to do to earn that money, but I did it.❜
  • ❛don’t ever touch me like that again.❜
  • ❛you don’t seem exactly broken up over [name]’s death.❜
  • ❛if I love him, how can I justify spying on him?
  • ❛but I can live without you.❜
  • ❛just how intimate a wedding will this be?
  • ❛i got hung up at the office, and traffic’s brutal.❜
  • ❛i’m sorry honey, i can’t make it.❜
  • you’ve always read me like a book, haven’t you?
  • ❛you know how they say there’s nothing quite so romantic as san francisco after dark? i wouldn’t know.❜ 
  • ❛yesterday, i met him for breakfast, and he had these circles under his eyes, and he smelled like perfume.❜ 
  • ❛you made the deal for him.❜ 
  • ❛he just wants some freedom to explore a few more things.❜
  • ❛now I’m getting stubborn.❜ 
  • ❛[name], so delighted you could join us this evening.❜ 
  • ❛how could [name] afford to bring her to a place like this?❜ 
  • ❛i didn’t know you were here tonight.❜ 
  • ❛you’re really beautiful.❜ 
  • ❛[name], have you noticed there’s something a little strange about this place?❜ 
  • ❛you can take my purse, and you can search me.❜ 
  • ❛well, i mean, i walked past the open door, and i saw her him standing over [name] with the gun.❜ 
  • ❛i haven’t slept all night, and i’m tired.❜ 
  • ❛i, too, have been up all night, and i have got jet lag on top of it.❜ 
  • ❛he was dead when I walked in.❜ 
  • ❛well, I’d like to believe that.❜
  • ❛[name] would’ve understood that.❜
  • ❛look, i don’t know how to explain this, but i wanna be a performer, and i knew if i didn’t give it a shot, a real shot, that i’d be miserable and so would my [marriage/relationship].❜ 
  • ❛i was gonna quit before [name] got out here. ❜
  • ❛he wouldn’t let me quit. he knew i was broke, so he held back on my wages.❜
  • ❛we’ve only had one killer in our family and the redcoat shot first.❜
  • ❛uh, I’m still waiting for the results.❜
  • ❛now we’re getting somewhere.❜
  • ❛what is it about that woman that makes me nervous?
  • ❛naturally, all contracts will be honored. 
  • ❛let me worry about that.❜ 
  • that’s a shame about this whole thing.❜
  • ❛forgive me for interrupting you.❜
  • ❛always so organized.❜
  • ❛frankly, [name], i don’t know how I could ever run this club without you, but I’m gonna try.❜
  • ❛i really appreciate this now that I’m on a budget.❜
  • ❛i wouldn’t tell a soul.❜ 
  • ❛thanks for the lift.❜
  • ❛and don’t worry. i won’t say a word about what you’ve told me.❜
  • ❛oh, darling, don’t pout.❜
  • ❛i thought we should get our stories straight.❜ 
  • ❛i was about to ask you the same question.❜ 
  • ❛you don’t know how much better i feel now that we’ve talked.❜ 
  • ❛that means he didn’t fire the gun.❜ 
  • ❛i’m so happy to see that you’re satisfied.❜ 
  • ❛i mean, what the hell is going on here?❜ 
  • ❛what’s this lady trying to suggest?❜ 
  • ❛well, that’s my office persona.❜ 
  • ❛it was not an accident.❜ 
  • ❛do please accept my condolences.❜ 
  • ❛we were very close.❜ 
  • ❛oh, am I interrupting? ❜ 
  • ❛[name] take it easy.❜ 
  • ❛i think we oughta postpone the wedding.❜ 
  • ❛i thought marriage was supposed to be for better or worse. ❜ 
  • ❛darling, i just can’t ask you to tie yourself to me with all this hanging over my head.❜
  • ❛but you’re innocent!❜ 
  • ❛won’t that noise disturb you?
  • ❛right now, i could sleep through armageddon.❜ 
  • ❛we are going to get to the bottom of this.❜
  • ❛these are police photographs. where did you get them?❜ 
  • ❛i knew you were trouble as soon as i saw you.❜ 
  • ❛what was I gonna do? spend the rest of my life workin'in this rinky-dink club?❜ 
  • ❛i’m sorry about all the problems.❜
  • ❛i got big news for ya, baby.❜ 
  • ❛well, i don’t usually give advice, but in this case, i say go for it.❜
Costume Party

It’s New Year’s Eve and Tony is hosting a party for just the team. The catch is, it’s a costume party and you have to dress as a fellow team member. When you and Bucky take a risk with your costumes will it pay off or will it end in embarrassment?


Warnings: Swearing but mostly just fluff!

Word Count: 2006 now you see why it’s in two parts

Title: Costume Party Part 1

Note: Happy New Year everyone! Thank you so much for reading all my stuff. I’ve had this idea in my head for so long, I’m so glad I was able to write it. I’m supposed to be helping my family with dinner but I’ve hid and am writing this instead, oops

I’ll post part 2 tomorrow on New Years Day (in my time zone at least)

Originally posted by papigotpaid

Bucky took a deep breath and straightened his waistcoat for what seemed like the 100th time. It was New Year’s Eve and as usual Stark was throwing a party. This one was different though. It was a costume party just for the team and close friends. A party just for them to celebrate their friendship and overcoming the events of …….. and Siberia. To make it more interesting the dress up theme was the Avengers. The only rule was that you couldn’t go as yourself so here Bucky was, dressed as you.

You initially started working with the Avengers through SHIELD. Coulson had sent you along on a mission as a second sniper was needed. Long story short you saved a couple of lives, out sassed Sam and impressed everyone. That was two years ago and Bucky had been smitten with you ever since. Not that he’d told you. With all his time at HYDRA he’d been without emotion and so he found it hard to come to terms with how he felt let alone express them to you. It was Steve and Sam, his two closest friends, that had persuaded him to come as you and right now Bucky was regretting giving in to them.

It took a while for them to decide what Bucky should wear. Your stealth suit perhaps? Or your official ‘uniform’? In the end they decided on the gear you wear when you’re with SHIELD so that was what Bucky was wearing now. In homage to your mentor and father figure Coulson you wear suit pant with a fitted white shirt. Your shoes are black but specially made so that they make no sound. Strapped to your thighs are your two favourite knives and instead of a suit jacket you wore a black waistcoat instead. Despite his nerves Bucky had to admit he’d done well. Although he didn’t have your exact knives it was clear enough he was you. He hoped you’d like it.

Oh God Bucky thought what if she doesn’t?

What if she thinks I’m a creep

What if she goes as someone else and they go as her?

This was a terrible idea

I need to change

Oh Shit!

Bucky had started panicking just as Steve entered his room.

“Hey Buck, you ready?” he asked casually as he leant on the door frame.

Bucky turned to Steve a look of pure fear plastered on his face.

“Oh come on Buck, you can face down a sea of aggressors but not one girl?” Steve joked walking up to Bucky and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Shut up Punk.” Bucky mumbled his face bright red. Steve pulled Bucky towards the door whilst shaking his head.

“Wait!” Bucky called and pulled out of Steve’s grasp. Thinking he was trying to get out of the party Steve was quick to follow him. Bucky paused for a moment before tying his hair in a low pony tail, just as you always have it, and tucked a pen behind his ear. He turned back to Steve who merely raised an eyebrow at his friend. Bucky ducked his head and shrugged and both men made their way to the party in a comfortable silence.

You stood in your room in front of the mirror unsure if you had made the right decision. Unlike Bucky’s costume it was clear who you were. Everyone would figure it out you were him in seconds. It was far too late for you to go back now. But instead of feeling nervous you felt excited. You were excited to see how he would react when he saw you dressed as the winter soldier. You were excited to reveal your true feelings. It had take you a while to realise how you felt about Bucky but when you realised it you swore that you would be there for him, even if he didn’t want you there. You knew it was hard for him, it was hard for you all, but you hoped that you’d been able to help.

You put the finishing touches on your costume and looked in the full length mirror. You couldn’t help the excited smile that crept up on your face. You were ready and you couldn’t wait to see what everyone else looked like. With one final adjustment of your wig you headed out your door to meet with Nat and Wanda.

It didn’t take long to find the girls, they were both in Nat’s room getting ready. As you walked in they both squealed and wrapped you in a massive hug.

“Oh my god y/n, you look brilliant!” called Wanda as she pulled back from you hug and gave you a once over.

“I told you she would,” said Nat casually as she went back to fixing up her hair. Wanda just rolled her eyes and rushed off to put on her dress. Wanda was going a her brother, Pietro. She wore a light blue, silver and white dress and like you was wearing a wig. To finish it off she put on a pair of silver pumps and a blue lightning bolt shaped mask with white highlights. Naturally Pietro was going as his sister. Following the theme off partner costumes Clint and Nat were going as each other. Nat was wearing Clint’s purple suit and had his quiver and bow on her back. For the mask it was a simple black one with a purple outline. The two had literally swapped gear for the evening, they were taking the whole come as a team member really seriously.

“Wanda, help me out here,” called Nat. Nodding Wanda came over and did the purple eyeliner and lipstick for Nat.

“There” said Wanda her accent as thick as ever, “it’s your turn now y/n.”

You let out a sigh and sat down in the recently vacated chair. Instead of a mask you were wearing some serious eye makeup just like the winter soldier and a small red star just above your left eye. The star was your idea. Once that was all done the three of you made your way out off Nat’s room and down to the party.

In true Natasha Romanoff style you were late. Half an hour late. Nat was all about being fashionably late as it made a better impression and for once you agreed with her.

“Alright,” said Wanda as if she were going over a mission plan, “we’ll go in now and come down 5 minutes after we give you the signal that everyone’s in there.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how serious the two of them were taking this. “Yes, I get it. I’m fine. Just go.” you said shooing the two of them to the door.

“We’re just trying to help y/n. You’ve had a crush on Barnes for a while now we’re just trying to give you the perfect opportunity.” Retorted Nat with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at her and stuck out your tongue. “Thank you match-maker,” you mocked, “now shoo. Go have some fun.”

Both girls gave you one last hug before they headed out the door and down the stairs together. As you waited for them to give you the signal you watched the crowd through the one way glass. You were able to spot Steve and Bucky really quickly. You weren’t sure who Bucky was but you could tell that Steve had come as Tony. He was wearing a three piece formal suit and had even painted on a mustache and goatee. To top it off Steve was wearing an Iron Man gauntlet on his left hand. He looked good you had to admit. The same could not be said for Stark. Tony had gone as Steve, and by gone as Steve you meant was only wearing an American flag around his waist and was shouting words such as FREEDOM and CAPTAIN AMERICA at the top of his lungs. Subtle, you thought, but Steve didn’t seem to care he actually found it funny.

Sam and T’Challa had come as mock versions of each other. Sam was in an over exaggerated Cat onesie with claws and the Black Panther collar. His mask had cat ears on it and had the words Black Panther written on it. In return, T was wearing a bird costume fit with red wings and a tail. His mask had a beak and the words Falcon written on it. You laughed at how ridiculous they looked. Pietro and Wanda looked good as the genderbent versions of each other and you thought that they were the most likely to win the best dressed prize. Nat looked like Clint in her outfit, it wasn’t anything fancy, but Clint as Nat was hilarious. You figured he’d wear general tack gear with Nat’s belt but he was in her full skin suit. The black material clung to him and he’d lowered the zip at the front considerably. He had the widow’s bite, belt and zap sticks. You were impressed. He was also pulling over exaggerated feminine poses, sticking his ass out and asking does this make my but look big. You were impressed with the guys balls to wear that out fit and even more impressed with the fact that Nat has not yet killed him for it.

The rest of the costumes were pretty neat too. Thor and Vision had gone as each other due to both being able to lift Mjolnir. Nick and Maria had gone as eachother (Hill was rocking that eye patch and trench coat). You were confused at why there were two Captain America’s until you realised that the one in the vintage suit (shield and all) was actually Coulson. It took you far too long to realise that Fitzsimmons had come as each other (gosh you shipped them so hard.) You spotted Scott as Spidey and you were fairly sure if you looked hard enough you’d find Peter as Ant Man but your search was halted when you received the signal from Natasha.

You took a deep breath and with your heart racing stepped out into the room. To enter the party you had chosen the door at the top of the stairs so no one would miss you entering. The plan worked, the moment you stepped out most eyes were on you, trying to figure out who you were. You were extremely proud of your costume. Being a genderbent Winter Soldier you were wearing black knee high boots and your usual form fitting combat pants. You had two guns strapped to your thighs along with a single stiletto knife. When you reached the middle of the stairs you removed the leather jacket you were wearing to reveal your top. You were wearing a very tight, very good looking leather jacket. Straps reached across the front of the jacket to mimic the soldier’s jacket and the right sleeve reached all the way down to your wrist. You were wearing finger-less gloves on both hands but what you were most proud of was your left arm.

One month ago, when Tony had announced he was planning to do this party, you went straight to him with a request for a metal arm. Tony being Tony pulled through and a few weeks later presented you with an arm identical to Bucky’s. Like a sleeve, the arm was very similar to Tony’s armour just a lot thinner. It had shifting plates just like Bucky’s and allowed you full mobility. A red star was painted on the shoulder and Tony also boasted that it was bullet proof because hey, why not. The arm fitted with the costume perfectly. You were wearing a brown shoulder length wig over your normal y/h/c hair. You weren’t used to the length but it just made the outfit.

By the time you made it to the bottom of the stairs the room was silent. All eyes were on you in your Winter Soldier costume. You just couldn’t wait to see Bucky.

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Misguided Constellations (Part 2)

Part 1

Note: Well this only took me 84 years to finish. I am so sorry, college has been keeping me extremely busy. Also warning, this is angsty. When do I not write angst though?

“Isadora!” Farkle screeched as he caught sight of Smackle and ran up to her. His lanky body hovered over her smaller frame.

She gave him a toothy grin as he leaned down to hug her gently. He let go, the soft smile on his face dissolved as he noticed Lucas standing next to her.

“You weren’t off making out with my girlfriend, were you, Freak Face?” Farkle said uneasily, pulling Smackle a little closer to him.

Smackle punched him softly on the arm, “No such thing happened Honey Buckets. I just ran into Lucas, he seemed lost. Poor guy had a mental meltdown as he walked out of his math class.”

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Way of the World- part 2

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 2354

Characters: Dean x reader (soulmates), Sam, 

Warnings: Cursing, arguments, misunderstandings, tension

Summary: Your strange behaviour around Dean intrigues him. Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10 Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16

Notes: See the first part for the inspiration for this AU!

@spnfanficpond  @ilostmyshoe-79  @kittenofdoomage  @mrswhozeewhatsis  @stillnotginger2294  @unapologeticallyapologeticoops @rusticbellamy @satan-squared 

Dean was used to women staring at him. He was not used to women staring at him as though they’d just seen the devil.

Your face was white as ash as you stared up at him, horror written all over your face.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked from behind him. You nodded, but it looked like you had forgotten to speak. Or you were so afraid that you didn’t know what to say.

Eventually, you said, “Sorry, I think I left something…” and gestured in the vague direction of the back room. Then you got up and hurried off, slamming the door in your haste to get away.

“What happened there?” Sam said, completely bemused.

Dean just shrugged, taking a pile of folders and going to the table in the corner of the room. The way you had looked at him had shaken him more than he wanted to let on, and his instinct now was to go after you and check that you were okay.

But the terror in your eyes…It would be better just to leave you alone.

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More Than Words (Spencer Reid fluff, part 2)

part 1

request:  I’m the anon who requested more than words and OMG YOURE LIKE THE BEST WRITER EVER. Could you possibly do a part two where you wake up in each others arms and have a small morning conversation and then he takes you out for breakfasts ? Thanks again


note: I thought it will take me two days to write this but it only took me a couple of hours??? Plus I’m thinking about making this a series…..???? Let me know what you think. 

P.s. I wanted to sin again but because I got a fluffy request I stopped myself oops

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Supernatural Fan Stats - Part 1


  • This data was obtained from 73,976 public Twitter users who mentioned Supernatural between August 1st and October 26th 2016. 
  • Some demographic data was obtained through their bio text (i.e. someone said they were 22 in their bio) and some was obtained through other social media accounts linked to Twitter.
  • The sample period encompasses part of the Supernatural summer hiatus and the season premiere, the most “dormant” and “active” times in Twitter fandom.

And, just for fun:

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Beneath My Wings

Pt. 2

Pt. 1 is here, requested by anon here and based on this imagine  from @imaginexhobbit, submitted by @thatkgrl:

Imagine Thranduil being transported to our world as an elfling & you’re the one who has to take care of him. Many Middle-earth years later after he goes back to Middle-earth, you’re part of the Company and get captured by the elves & when you’re brought before Thranduil, he gets very emotional in front of everyone and draws you into a tight hug because he missed you so much

Setting: Real world and Middle Earth, ten years after the last event of Pt. 1

Notes: Thanks to the anons + @queenofwands@allyallyally-oh for the encouragement || I don’t own “Wind Beneath My Wings

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Jaime Lannister Only Has One Hand And I Have Two

Relationship: Jon/Sansa - This is for Jonsa week, a prompt that was earlier this week:  “Children”

Parts: 1/1

Notes: This was partly inspired by, I think, “fairflemings” fic about Sansa trying to get Jon’s attention, but he’s oblivious although Sam knows. I picked Jaime to be the spoiler because I think if there’s a character that can get under Jon’s skin, but Sansa might find amusing, or even attractive, it’s Jaime.  Hope you enjoy!

It was a mistake to tell Sam she was tired of waiting for Jon to notice her, to return the feelings she had for him. The man was simply oblivious and short of stripping down to her small clothes and offering herself up to him in his bed, he simply wasn’t going to get it.  She had too much pride to do something as desperate as that and she would never be able to live down the humiliation and devastation if he rejected her.  So Sansa convinced herself that Jon was obviously not interested and only saw her as his sister even though they were truly cousins.

 Sansa was tired of waiting and her longing for Jon was replaced for a longing to have children.  She was still young, only one and twenty, but she could feel her child bearing years slipping away and with Jon making no move to wed or have any interest in any woman, it would be up to her to produce an heir so the Stark name could continue (Arya made it clear she did not have an interest in having children).  Sansa had always wanted to be a mother and as she watched other women with their children she could feel that tug in her soul to have her own babe in her arms.

 One day she was sitting with Sam in the Winterfell library when she suddenly asked him, “What do you think of Lord Martyn?”

 “The Glover boy?” Sam blinked as he looked up from a book.  He paused. “He seems like a good man. Why do you ask?”

 “I’m wondering how he would be as a husband?”

 Sam had started to take a sip of water but suddenly choked on it.  “Wh-, what did you say?”

 “A husband,” Sansa continued in a calm voice.  “I’m trying to assess what man would make a good husband.  I want someone kind, of course, but he would need to be willing to accept the Stark name and of course be able to give me babes.”

 Sam had flushed darkly and began to stammer.  “I-, I thought you liked…Jon.”

 Sansa let out a soft sigh.  “It’s quite clear that he has no interest in me, so I’ll need to find someone else. Winterfell needs an heir.”

 “Perhaps if you give him more time-“

 “I’ve given him enough time. Enough hints. I will not waste another moment on Jon Snow,” Sansa replied indignantly.  There was a shout in the courtyard.  She stood up and went to the window to investigate.  Coming through the gates were the Lannister banners with Jaime Lannister leading the way.  She saw Jon greet them, giving Jaime his customary stiff nod of greeting. While Jon had a fairly good relationship with Tyrion, the King of the North had a more complicated one with Jaime. Like Tyrion, Jaime was not directly responsible for much of the pain and grief that were inflicted on the Starks and the former Kingsguard actually sent Brienne to save Sansa.  Jaime further distinguished himself by going against his former sister and lover, Cersei, when she took the Iron Throne and fought alongside the combined Targaryen and Northern forces against the Others. However, Jon simply didn’t like the man. Ser Jaime had the ability to get under Jon’s skin like no other person, and Lannister enjoyed irritating the King of the North to no end.

 Slowly a smile turned up the ends of Sansa’s lips.  “Ser Jaime,” she hummed thoughtfully.  While older, he was still a handsome man.  He had also relinquished his claims on the Lannister lands to Tyrion and was merely in his younger brother’s service as the Imp acted as the Hand to Queen Daenerys. He might be amenable to taking the Stark name.  And frankly, she found Jaime to be quite amusing.

 “What about Ser Jaime?” Sam asked suspiciously as he moved over to her side to look out the window.  He glanced sharply at Sansa.  “You’re not thinking of…?” His voice trailed off not wanting to put the thought out there into words.

 “He can father children,” Sansa murmured as she continued to eye Jaime with a calculating eye as he spoke with Jon. “And he’s still a handsome man.”

 “Sansa,” Sam warned.  “Jon doesn’t like Jaime Lannister.”

 “Jon’s not the one marrying and bedding him,” Sansa replied in a distressingly calm voice.  She smiled brightly and waved.  Sam looked back down in the courtyard and saw that Jaime had spotted them and was saluting Sansa as Jon scowled at the exchange.

 “Yes, I think Ser Jaime might be the answer,” Sansa said with a nod.  She spun around and was gone in a swirl of skirts.

 Oh dear, Sam sighed.


 Sam didn’t know what was worse: watching Sansa flirting with Jaime Lannister and seeing the man respond or watching Jon glower over the entire exchange.  The grip Jon had on the arms of his chair made Sam frightened that he would break them.

 It didn’t help that Sansa looked especially lovely during the evening meal. She wore a bright blue dress that set off her milky skin and copper hair. Her cheeks were flushed a becoming pink as she laughed at Ser Jaime’s amusing comments, even Sam admitted the man could be entertaining, and her bosom rose and fell enticingly with each breath she took, something Jaime openly admired.

 Sansa also all but ignored Jon as she devoted her entire attention to Ser Jaime.  Jon remained nearly silent throughout the meal, barely responding to Davos and Sam’s attempts to engage him in conversation.  Finally the meal was over and Sansa excused herself for the evening.  Jon did not miss how Jaime’s eyes followed her form out, his eyes lingering over the sweet swell of her backside.

 Sam heard a low growl and thought it was Ghost before he realized the direwolf had followed Sansa and the sound was actually coming from Jon.

 “Jon-,“ Sam began.

 “What the hell is she playing at?” Jon muttered as he swallowed more wine.

 “I think…” Sam hesitated.  He wasn’t certain if he should say anything, but he couldn’t help but feel Sansa was making a horrible mistake if she continued on this path.  “I think Sansa is at the point where she wishes to wed.”

 Jon’s head snapped around towards Sam and he leaned back in his chair, a look of shock on his face.  “What?!”

 “Keep your voice down!” Sam hissed as Davos turned to look at them.  “Sansa is a young, lovely woman who wants a family and children of her own. It’s only natural that she would want this.”

 Jon had the grace to look ashamed. “And I’ve been keeping her from that, haven’t I?  I’ve been selfish keeping her here for myself.”

 The look Sam gave his friend was one of pity and exasperation.  Before he could say anything more, the King of the North stood up and left the room.

 Sam took a deep swallow of his wine. These Starks were going to drive him mad.


 Sansa hummed as she brushed her hair, readying herself for bed.  A knock on her door surprised her.  “Come in,” she called out, knowing whoever was on the other side had to be a friend otherwise they wouldn’t have gotten past Pod who was guarding her door that night. And if they did turn out to be some foe, Ghost was lying next to her bed, ready to tear anyone to pieces who may wish her harm.

 She was surprised when she saw who it was.  “Sam! What brings you here at this hour?”

 “Permission to speak freely, milady.”

 “Sam, of course.  What’s troubling you?”

 “This entire thing with Jaime Lannister,” Sam burst out.  “It’s insane and worse it’s driving Jon crazy.”

 Sansa’s face hardened.  “Sam, I told you, this isn’t anyone’s business but mine.  If I want to marry Jaime Lannister, that is between me and Ser Jaime.”

 “But you love Jon!”

 “But he doesn’t love me.  So I need to stop pining for him like some silly girl.  I’m sure Jaime won’t hurt me at least and he will provide me with children.”

 “You deserve more.  You deserve love.”

 “I will have the love of my children.”

 “Is that enough?”

 Sansa sighed and closed her eyes. “Sometimes, we have to settle for what we can get.”

 Before Sam could answer, the door to Sansa’s room banged open and Jon hurtled through the door on slightly unsteady feet.  Not noticing Sam, the King strode over to Sansa and grabbed her by her shoulders. She could smell the wine wafting off of him.  Clearly he had been drinking more than what he had at dinner.

 “This madness with Jaime Lannister stops now!” he roared.  The wine had stripped away any inhibitions and given him the courage to come to Sansa’s rooms.  Or made him insane.

 Sansa’s jaw dropped for a few moments before she came to herself and shook off Jon’s hands.  “And who are you to say what I can or cannot do?” she snapped, furious he had the gall to burst into her chambers and order her around.

 “I am your king, but more importantly, I am your oldest male relative.  It is unseemly for you to behave the way you have with that Lannister rogue!”

 Sansa was incensed, her blue eyes snapping fire, her body quivering with rage.  “I will not have another man dictate who I am to marry!  If I choose Ser Jaime and he agrees, we will be wed!”

 “He only has one hand!” Jon screamed nonsensically as though this obvious fact eliminated Jaime Lannister as a suitor for anyone.

 “It’s not his hand I’m interested in! The other parts seem to work just fine!” Sansa yelled back.

 Jon was breathing heavily and a dark look came over his face.  “Maybe you just haven’t experienced what a man with two hands can do to you.”

 They were only inches away, each feeling the heat from the body of the other.  Both Jon and Sansa’s breaths were coming out in short pants.  Something seemed to crackle between them and they felt themselves sway towards each other.  She could smell the wine on his breath and the scent of pine and smoke that seemed to cling to skin.  He could smell the lemons she loved so much as well as the sweet lavender she used in her bath.

 “I want a babe, Jon,” Sansa said almost in a pant.  

 “I’ll put a babe in you, Sansa,” he growled out in a low voice.

 A small sound of distress near the door was heard and they both turned to look at who made it.  Sansa had forgotten Sam was in the room and Jon never realized he was there, but Winterfell’s maester was not the source of the noise.  The door had not shut after Jon burst through it and Davos stood in the door way with a dismayed look on his face having stepped into a very embarrassing moment.

 “Leave,” Jon growled at to the two other men.  When they didn’t move fast enough he roared out. “Now!”

 Davos turned around and Sam made his way to the door, Ghost, who had been lying by Sansa’s bed, brushing past him, heeding his master’s order.  Sam shut the door quietly behind him and stared at Davos and Pod who were looking back at him with wide eyes.

 “Sh-, should we leave them alone?” Pod asked timidly.  

 The men looked uncertainly at each other, not sure if they should intervene or not.

 “I’m sure Jon would never hurt her,” Sam began when he was cut off by something hitting the door on the other side. Sam jumped back and whirled around to stare at the door as the other two men also automatically took one step backwards.

 They were each debating whether to force themselves into Sansa’s chambers when the door shook again.  And again.  The shuddering of the door became rhythmic and if they still didn’t realize what was happening, the sounds both Jon and Sansa made, or rather the cries, clearly indicated that neither party was in danger.

 Davos expression was still stunned and he merely shook his head before he walked away.  Sam exchanged glances with Pod who was rapidly turning red.  The maester glanced down at Ghost who had laid himself down on the other side of the hall and placed his paws over his head.

 “Well,” harrumphed Sam.  “I guess there’s really nothing else for us to do. No worries over the welfare of Lady Sansa.”  The lady in question let out a loud breathy moan and began chanting “Jon, Jon, Jon” at that moment.  “Uh, yes, I think she is being well looked after by the King.”

 Pod looked miserably at Sam.  “You do realize I cannot abandon my post and I have to listen to that.”

 Sam gave the younger man a sympathetic look at patted him on his shoulder.  “I’m sure it will not, uh, continue much longer.  Good night, Pod!”  Sam scurried away.

 However, that night, the halls of Winterfell rang with Lady Sansa’s screams, this time in a much different way than they had before and they were joined by the loud shouts of the King. They continued through the night and well into the morning.  It wasn’t until far into the day that Jon appeared in Sam’s library where the maester and Davos had taken refuge.

 Jon strode in and looked between his two most trusted advisors who weren’t quite certain what to say to the King. Jon looked tired, but smug and satisfied.

 “I will be wed to Lady Sansa in a moon’s time.  Make sure the arrangements are made,” Jon ordered without any preamble.  He started to move towards the door when Sam’s voice stopped him.

 “We will need to consult with Lady Sansa,” Sam murmured.  “Might we be able to speak to her this afternoon?”

 Jon paused and turned to look back at them with a small smirk on his face.  “Lady Sansa is resting today. You will be able to speak to her tomorrow.” A gleam came into his eyes and the other two men saw Jon lick his lips. “Actually make that in a few days.  I think she will need to rest in her chambers for a while.” He walked out of the room rapidly, not even sparing them another glance.

 Davos snorted.  “A wedding.  Like that’s any surprise after last night’s display.”

 Sam shrugged, but he hid a small smile, happy that two people he loved and cared about were finally going to get the happiness they deserved.

 Eight months after the wedding, Sansa gave birth to a boy who had his father’s dark curls and eyes. No one commented that he seemed rather large for an early baby.  

 Life and love at Winterfell flourished with the marriage of Jon and Sansa.  And as he promised, Jon continued to give Sansa babe after babe.  And once Pod was assured he never would have to guard the King and Queen’s bedchambers at night, all was well.

The End.


Suho, Tao, Sehun - 141231 Actress Hong Eunhee’s Instagram update: “사실 부끄러워서 이건 안올릴려구 했었는데..ㅋㅋ 미란언닌 우리 찍는건줄 알았을거야. 쏘리~~~ㅋㅋ #엑소 #EXO 찍었다~”

Translation: “To be honest, I wasn’t planning to upload this because I was shy but.. keke Miran1 unnie probably thought we were taking a picture of ourselves. Sorry~~~ keke #EXO I took a picture of #EXO ~”

Credit: pinkeh2015. (1Note: referring to actress Ra Miran, seen beside Hong Eunhee)

Sehun - 150611 Weibo account update: “#反手摸到肚脐身材好#”

Translation: “#He who can touch his belly by reaching around his back has a good figure#1

Credit: wu世勋-EXO. (1Note: This hashtag is currently trending on Weibo, and is attached to photos of people trying the pose shown above. Sehun appears to have decided to try it for himself, upon observing the trend.)