and then the starks were never happy again

Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine being betrothed to your life-long friend, Robb Stark, and having an awkward conversation about your future wedding night.

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\ Request from anonymous /

Hey, loveeee! Are your requests open? May I have a one shot/imagine with Robb? Maybe he and S/o being friends, like really good friends, but get awkward around each other after some alliance or being betrothed? And please, with happy alive Stark family?? Love your writhing! S2s2

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Spy Date

A/N: Still can’t get the Keep Reading link up. Again, I’m sorry for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.

Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: The Avengers spy on you and Peter on your first date.

Word Count: 2,660


Tony jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. He looked up to see you, a bright smile on your face.

Tony sighed, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, “Try not to do that when I’m working. Unless you want things to blow up, in which case, do it all you want.”

You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry.” You took a deep breath, “So, I have some exciting news.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, “Does it involve me?”

“Not really.”

He waved a hand, “Then I’m not interested.”

You rolled your eyes, “Daaaad.”

Tony chuckled, “I kid. Seriously, I’m not that heartless. What’s up, buttercup?”

You put your hands together, grinning widely, “Peter asked me out!”

Tony froze, processing your words. “Peter? As in Peter Parker? Spiderling Peter Parker?”

You put your hands on your hips, “Do you know any other Peter Parkers? Of course, it’s him, Dad.”

Tony nodded but said nothing. Instead, he started to walk out of the lab.

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to say anything?”

He stopped, turning back to look at you. He placed a hand on his head, “Sorry, hon. Uh, that’s great. Where’s he taking you?”

“Well, first we’re going to eat at the Brooklyn Diner.”


You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, “Then, he’s going to take me to Central Park.”

Your dad scoffed, “That’s not much of a date.”

“It is only the first date.”

Tony blinked, “First date? Are you planning on having more?”

You shrugged, “Well, assuming it goes well, probably. Plus, I really like him. So, yeah, we probably will have more.”

Tony rubbed his chin, “Interesting.” Without saying another word, he walked out of the lab.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Ooookay?”

“(Y/N)’s going on a date.”

Clint chuckled, “Is that why you called us?”

Tony crossed his arms, “This is very serious, Barton.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not. You’re making this serious. She’s a teenage girl.”

“My teenage girl. “ Tony said, pointing to himself.

Sam shrugged, “What difference does it make? Let her have her fun. Besides, it’s only the first date. Nothing ever happens on the first date.”

Steve nodded, “And, besides, she’s going out with Peter. He’s a good kid. He’d never do anything to your daughter, Tony.”

Tony sighed, “Cap, you don’t know that. He’s a teenage boy. You know how they can be.” He looked at Steve again, “Okay, well, maybe not you.”

“You are being dramatic, Stark.” Thor said, pointing Mjolnir at him, “Let the young ones have their fun.”

Bruce nudged the billionaire, “You always say you want her to be happy.”

“I thought you were on my side. Anyway, they did it all wrong. If a guy likes a girl, he has to ask the girl’s dad before asking her out. That’s like Dating Etiquette 101. Apparently, Parker didn’t take that class this semester.”

“That’s a little old-fashioned, don’tcha think, Stark?” Clint popped a chestnut into his mouth.

Tony scoffed, “No. It’s common courtesy. He should have asked me before asking her.”

“Would you have said yes?” Nat raised an eyebrow.

“Ye - no. Maybe. But, he didn’t ask so I couldn’t have said anything.”

Steve sighed, “Okay, we get it. You don’t like the idea of her going out. But, is that the only reason you called us here?”

Tony chuckled, “Oh, no. As (Y/N)’s father, I only care about what’s best for her. So, I need volunteers to help me spy on them.”

Bruce rolled his eyes, “I knew something like this was going to happen.”

Tony raised his hands, “Hands? Come on, I’m not playing spy by myself. Clint, Widow, you’re spies. Help a guy out here.”

Clint stood up, stretching, “This is gonna be hilarious. Sure, I’ll go.”

Natasha sighed, standing up as well, “I’ll go. To make sure that you don’t ruin their date.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to ruin their date. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t ruin her.”

Steve crossed his arms, “Tony, don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”

Tony clasped his hands together, “Well, we know who’s not coming. Anyone else?”

Sam chuckled, “Sorry, Stark. I’m not spying on your daughter.”

Thor held up Mjolnir, “I shall come.”

Tony squinted his eyes, “Yeah, no offense, Point Break. But, you’re not exactly subtle. I guess this will have to do. Nat, use your spy skills to find out when her date is.”

Natasha placed a hand on her hip, “Can’t you ask her yourself?”

“I already asked her where. Go on. She trusts you.”

Natasha let out a sigh, “Whatever.”

With that, she walked out of the meeting room.

You were in your room, typing away on your laptop when you heard a knock on the door. 

You closed your laptop, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Natasha came walking in, “Hey, (Y/N).”

You smiled, getting off your bed and meeting her halfway. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “Hey, Nat. It’s good to see you.”

She hugged you back, rubbing your back, “You, too. Anyway, I heard that you’re going on a date with Spider-Man.”

You chuckled, pulling away from her, “My dad is such a gossip.”

“Are you excited?”

You nodded, “Oh, definitely. I’ve had a crush on Peter for so long. I was thinking of asking him, but I didn’t want to risk being rejected. Plus, my dad would most likely have murdered him if I was rejected. But, he asked me out, so I was worrying for nothing.”

Nat patted you on the back, “I’m happy for you, (Y/N). When are you going?”

You hugged yourself, “Saturday night. He says that Central Park is more romantic at night.”

Natasha smirked, “So, he’s the romantic type?”

You giggled, “Apparently. I’m really looking forward to it. Oh! Do you think you can help me pick an outfit? I want to look nice but nothing too fancy.”

“I would love to.” She gave you another hug before walking out the door.

Saturday had come quicker than you expected. But, you weren’t complaining. Natasha helped you pick out a cute outfit, and you were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your date.

“I want you home no later than eleven, got it?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Dad.”

“And if he does anything to you, let me know.”

You raised an eyebrow at your father, “Dad, this is Peter we’re talking about. Without the mask, he’s a stuttering sweetheart. He’s not going to do anything.”

Tony shrugged, “Hey, it’s been known to happen. And, if he starts to get boring, you can walk out.”

You shook your head, “Oh, brother.”

The ding of the elevator drew your attention away from your dad. The doors slid open, revealing none other than the Spiderling himself.

He smiled upon seeing you. He walked over to where you and your dad were standing.

“Hey, (Y/N). You look great.”

You smiled, “Right back at you, Peter.”


Peter gulped, nervously looking at Tony, “Uh, h-hey, Mr. Stark. Good to, uh, see you, too?”

Tony glared at him, “Bring her home by eleven. And, don’t touch her. You ought to be lucky that I’m allowing this.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yes, sir. Uh, come on, (Y/N).”

You nodded, quickly hugging your father, “Bye, Dad. See you later.”

Tony hugged you back, “Not too much later.”

Eventually, you and Peter made your way out of the Tower.

“All right. Commence Operation: Spy Date.”

“Spy Date? Is that the best you can do?” Clint walked into the room, twirling an arrow in his hand.

“Uh, what are you doing with those arrows?”

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what I always do with these arrows?”

Tony chuckled, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said spy. We are spying. Meaning we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those, Legolas, will draw attention.”

“Don’t act like you know anything about being a spy, Tony. Because, you don’t.” Natasha walked into the room, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top and jeans.

Tony held out a hand towards Nat, “See? Guess we know who the better spy is.”

Clint held his arrow above Tony’s head, “Don’t make me make a kabob out of you.”

“You know, Peter and (Y/N) are not going to be out all night. You want to spy on them, Tony? Then, I suggest we head out.” Natasha got in between the two men and pushed them away from each other.

“Widow’s right. Let’s go.”

The three Avengers got into one of Tony’s cars and drove to the Brooklyn Diner.

Clint and Nat got out of the car, but Tony did not.

“What are you waiting for, Stark? This is your daughter we’re spying on.” Clint placed his sunglasses over his eyes.

Tony nodded, “Exactly. She’ll most likely recognize me no matter how much I disguise myself. Now, go in there and do what spies do. Don’t pick a table too close. I don’t need them getting suspicious. Talk to me through your coms and let me know if he does anything.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “You better hope she doesn’t recognize us either. Come on, Hawkeye. Let’s get this over with.”

“Can we order food? Cause I’m starving.”

Natasha and Clint got a table not too far from (Y/N) and Peter. They held their menus up to shield their faces.

Clint huffed, “Does he want us to listen in on their conversation? Because, we’re too far away.”

Natasha sighed, “Stark is making too big a deal out of this. He ought to let her enjoy her night.”

Uh, you know your coms are on right?” Natasha winced at the sudden intrusion of Tony’s voice in her ear.

She placed a finger on the com, “So what if they are? They’re not doing anything. From what I can tell, they seem to be having a nice conversation.”

Clint reclined in his chair, “Yeah, and besides, they’re sitting across from each other. The most they can do is hold hands.”

No holding hands on the first date.”

Nat shook her head, “Tony, you’re being too much of a dad.”

Uh, I’m sorry. Who has kids around here?”

“(Y/N) just laughed. He must be funny.”

“She laughs at everything. Seriously, if you just look at her, she’ll start laughing.”

“Well, they just got their food. Looks like Parker got a burger while (Y/N) got a cheesesteak.” Clint looked at his menu, “Are we supposed to watch them eat? Because I’m hungry enough as it is. If I knew we were coming to a diner and not going to order anything, I wouldn’t have come.”

(Y/N)’s a very fast eater. She’ll be done soon. And, if you’re hungry, there are plenty of hot dog carts around New York. Just hope there’s one near Central Park.”

“Fine. But, you’re paying.”

About ten minutes later, the two teenagers had finished their meals and were heading out the door.

Nat pushed the button on her com, “Tony, they’re heading out the door.”

I see them. They’re not holding hands, but they’re standing a little too close. Six inch rule, anyone?”

Clint chuckled, “Six inch rule? You are such a dad.”

They’re down the street. You can come out now. We’ll take the long way to Central Park.”

Nat sighed, “We’re on our way.”

Ten minutes later, the three Avengers arrived at Central Park.

“Sweet. Hot dog cart at six o’clock. Pay up, Stark. You owe me.” Clint stuck out his hand, waiting for some money to be placed into it.

Tony rolled his eyes, fishing out a twenty from his wallet. “Here. I expect change.”

Clint looked down at the bill, “A twenty? That’s it?”

Tony put his wallet back in his pocket, “You don’t need a hundred to buy some weiners. Now, go. Before I change my mind.”

“Fine. Nat, you want anything?”

She shrugged, “See if they have corn dogs. If not, just get a dog with mustard and ketchup.”

Clint gave a two-fingered salute before heading over to the hot dog stand.

Tony clasped his hands together. “All right. Let’s go find the kids.”

It didn’t take long for Tony and Natasha to find the two teenagers. (Y/N) and Peter were leisurely strolling along the sidewalk.

“I feel so sorry for her. This must be the most boring date in the history of boring dates.”

Nat rolled her eyes, “Tony, why do you have to be like this? Let (Y/N) enjoy her night. They seem to really like each other.”

Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes on the two teenagers from the bush they were hiding behind, “I don’t care. She’s not ready to start dating.”

“Or, maybe you’re not ready to let her start dating?”

Tony blinked, looking over at Natasha, “What?”

She smirked slightly, “You don’t want her growing up, do you?”

“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m back. Here, Nat. No corn dogs, sorry. You didn’t want any, right, Tony?” Clint handed Natasha her hot dog and crouched down beside them.

Tony didn’t answer.

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?”

Nat took a bite of her hot dog then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “I think Tony doesn’t want (Y/N) to grow up.”

Clint smirked, “Ah, now it all makes sense.”

Tony sighed, “Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.”

Nat put her hand on Tony’s shoulder, “She’ll always be your little girl, Tony.”

Tony chuckled, “Yeah, but she’s not so little anymore. It’s tough, sometimes. In two years, she’ll be old enough to live her life on her own. I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”

Clint smirked, “If you can handle robot armies, you can handle your kid growing up.”

“Well, kids and robots are two very different things. But, I guess I have no choice.” Tony looked up to see the two teenagers with their hands intertwined.

He smiled, “We’re done here. Let’s go.”

About half an hour later, you came walking through the front doors of the Tower with a huge smile on your face.

You entered the elevator, “To my room, JARVIS.”

Right away, Miss Stark.”

After a few minutes, you had arrived on your floor. The elevator doors opened, and you were surprised to see your dad standing there.

“Hey, Dad.”

Tony pulled you into a hug, “Hey, hon. How was your date?”

You blushed, remembering the good night you had with Peter. “Well, this is definitely not going to be the last date.”

Tony smirked, “Ah, so are you two a thing now?”

You grinned, “I’d say so. But, don’t worry. He didn’t kiss me. Well, he kissed my hand, but that’s it.”

Tony smiled, placing his hand on your head, “Well, I’m glad you had a good night. Parker’s a good kid.”

You nodded, “Yeah, he is. I’m going to bed now.” You gave your dad another hug, “I love you, Dad.”

Tony hugged you back, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, too.”

You pulled away then smirked, “You left earlier than I thought.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

You placed your hands on your hips, “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Tony looked down at you, “You know?”

“Yup. I saw your car when we left the diner. Come on, Dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of your cars?”

Tony sighed, “Why must you be so smart?”

“I’m your daughter. That’s why. Did you really have to spy on us?”

Tony placed his arm around you, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess it’s just hard for me seeing my little girl grow up.”

You smiled, leaning into your father, “I know, Dad. But, it’s going to happen eventually. But, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be your daughter. Nothing will ever change that.”

“I know that now.”

Wishes and regrets

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: The Avengers are disassembled now, and everything in Tony Stark’s life too. He realizes a minute too late of what he has done.

Warnings: Angst, cursing, drinking, self destructiveness, pregnancy.

A/N: Happy birthday fellow Gemini <3

Originally posted by fymarveluniverse

After the Avengers were disassembled, Tony Stark was never the same man again.

(Y/N) could see it; and the ones that were still around could do it. He was going back to the habits that made him so famous. No, no the hero-like habits of saving the world of alien threats and destroying murder-bots just for fun; he was going back to the one thing (Y/N) feared the most: alcohol and self-destruction.

He drowned in booze more times in a day that she could count, to the point that he came back home drunk, physically beaten up and hanging on Happy’s shoulders still babbling incoherent nonsense about the stranger that had beaten him up. The latter tried not to say anything, because it wasn’t his job to do it, but the sympathy looks and those usual “he’s gonna snap out of it someday” were more than she could ask for.

Unfortunately, that day never came.

If there was one thing that (Y/N) hated more than the suits, was Tony drinking. He was a violent drunker, and even though he had never done anything to her, she feared that one day he would be so wasted that he would not recognize her.

One day, Happy had left Tony on the guest room, with a bottle of Gatorade and a box of aspirins on the side table next to him, and when he ran up the stairs to check up on (Y/N), he heard her crying her heart out from the other side of the door. He gently knocked it twice just to warn her he was there.

“Everything alright there, boss?” He asked from the outside

“Yes, Happy,” she replied with a shaky voice, terribly blowing up her cover. “I’m alright—”

But Happy knew better than that; he had two terrible liars as bosses, so breaking all protocols he entered the room only to find (Y/N) having a nervous breakdown right before his eyes. She was holding her knees tightly to her chest and shaking, and in her hands, a white-ish stick threatened with falling from her tight grip. He understood right away what was going on.

“Don’t say anything to Tony… please,” she begged, running towards him and holding on to the lapels of his vest.

It was the first time they had met in these circumstances. (Y/N) had always appeared stoic, and with a boyfriend like that, it was the only thing she could no. Tony had locked himself from everyone and not even Rhodey could get to him. Eventually, (Y/N) had fallen out of him too, just because she was worried about Tony.

“It’s not my job to tell him,” he said in a stern voice, helping her getting up. “I will not say a word, but you will have to,” (Y/N) nodded. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Just your word on not telling him,” she bit her bottom lip.

“You got it,” he nodded once and left.

The next morning, when Tony was feeling a little less crappy and (Y/N) a little less nervous, they met in the kitchen. She was making breakfast for two, but Tony was no included. (Y/N) turned her head away to continue her labor; she didn’t want to fight so early, and Tony was decided on doing the same thing. They spent the day without talking to each other. And the next day followed. And then the next day. And the day after that. Until they reached their week limit. Tony was the first one to say something.

“Hey…” he sheepishly said, leaning his body on the door frame of their still shared bedroom.

He had plenty of time to think about it, he wanted to say he was sorry because he was, but he didn’t know how, and with the crazy hormones, (Y/N) was more and more unreachable than she had ever been. She could turn everything into a fight, and the only time she needed to keep calm, she didn’t. It was World War III inside their house.

“Are you on your period or what? You’re unbearable!” Tony yelled, clueless about her real state.

“Oh yeah, let’s blame my period for your lack of concern about your girlfriend, right? Let’s blame my period for your little respect to your own body!”

“What are you even talking about?”

“You need help, Tony; it’s not normal that you go out all day, every day and come back bruised and drunk,” she sighed tiredly, “I can’t do this anymore… not until you get real help.”

“I’ve been worst.” Tony pointed out, rolling his eyes.

“That doesn’t mean you can drink yourself to that point and beyond,” she shot back. “I’m not gonna stay here to see you doing that. I’m not gonna watch you destroy your liver and your life—” her words got caught on her throat. She wanted to tell him she was pregnant, but she felt too afraid to do it.

“Pepper would’ve stayed with me, and she wouldn’t even falter.”

“What?” (Y/N) stopped right before the door and slowly turned her head to Tony.

“I wish I never let her go, she was so much stronger than you are. If she worried, she’d take me herself to wherever I needed…”

“Like a mother would do, right? Well, newsflash Tony Stark, I’m not your mother.”

“Thanks for the orphan reminder, (Y/N). Real nice,” Tony rolled his eyes in exhaustion. “You and I were a mistake…” She fell silent, giving Tony the chance to continue his anger-filled rant. “I thought you and I would be better than this… but it’s obvious that we were not meant to be.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what to do. She felt numb, cold, and as if it wasn’t enough, she felt the tears pooling in her eyes. She tried to keep herself together, but she couldn’t. She thought of telling him the news right there, in the middle of their fight just to make him think again of the cruel words he just spat, but it was a terrible idea, just as terrible as not telling him.

She slowly turned to face him. Her face was red with anger and her heart pounded so loud that her ears buzzed and everything around her became silent. Her shattering heart was the only thing she could hear now.

“You’re gonna regret this, Stark,” (Y/N) shook her head, not caring about the tears that so furiously ran down her cheeks. “One day you’re gonna wake up so hangover, fucked up and so alone that you’re gonna wish you never left me,” her nostrils fluttered and her chest heaved with each air intake. She ran down the stairs, with her vision blurred by the non-stopping tears and a cold feeling on her chest; just as if her heart had frozen and shattered into a tiny million pieces. She was mentally preparing herself to leave everything behind.

Something had died inside her, but something was very alive inside her too.

“Who’s a pretty girl?” (Y/N) asked in a high pitched voice. The dark haired girl in her arms giggled at the sound of her mother’s voice. “Someone’s at the door,” the girls’ mouths formed an “o” shape and they went to see the stranger. “Yeah, how can I…” the sound extended and slowly faded away as (Y/N) saw who was there.

She hadn’t seen Tony in over a year, and even though she had her child to remind her of him every single day, (Y/N) was surely moving on from him. She couldn’t stuck to the memories of the good times because those seemed even farther than the last few memories she had of him. The life they built together was over and no matter how much she longed for it or for him, neither of them were coming back, or so she made herself believe during the past year.

Tony’s eyes darted from (Y/N) to the child she held to tightly in her arms; she kinda looked like him, and if his math was right, that was most probably his child too. It didn’t take much brain to figure it out.

“You were right, (Y/N),” he gulped. “You were right all along. I woke up more fucked up than hangover, wishing I had never said those terrible things to you and wishing I never let you go; wishing I never let the two of you go…” he said, deciding to finally look at her. “Can we talk?”

anonymous asked:

Hello again :) Could you pretty please write n° 37 with Robb? You gad been growing up together, but when the war happened you're already married to some lord, who is a great warrior and together, you are helping Robb to defeat the Lannisters. Robb has had a thing for you since you were kids, so things will be compicated. Hope this makes sense. Thanks a lot 💙

Robb Stark - “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

Your eyes wandered over the different pieces on the map of Westeros. A shiver rolled down your spine when you realized that all those pieces represented real people and that all those real people could die during one of the many battles to come.

“Lady (Y/N)?” Robb smiled when he bent his head slightly to greet you. “I wasn’t expecting you in my tent tonight.” He stared at you with those piercing blue eyes and though many years had passed since the two of you had met last, everything that had been there was still there.

You knew that you shouldn’t be here, that you were taking risks you shouldn’t be willing to take, but even though you had learned to love the Lord you had married in some way, your love for him couldn’t compete with your love for the newly proclaimed King in the North.

“I hope you and your husband know that I’m very thankful for all the help and the extra men you’ve offered me.” He stayed at a safe distance with his hands folded behind his back. He had gotten older and even though it had always seemed impossible he had gotten more handsome too.

“You know I’ve always had a weak spot for you, my King.” Your lips curled up into a slight smile when you called him that for the very first time. You had to admit that the title suited him, even though he probably didn’t realize the consequences of wearing a non existing crown. “And don’t we all want to defeat the Lannisters after all the horrible crimes they’ve committed?”

Even though Robb kept his distance, there was still an invisible thread pulling you towards him. He had never lost the glimmer in his eyes, despite all the horrors he had witnessed and endured. He had never lost the sparkle in his smile, despite all the tears that had attempted to wash it away. “Your husband is a great warrior and it’s my honor to have him by my side.” Robb cleared his throat and he shifted his weight as if he was fighting all those urges you were trying to fight too. “Are you happy with him?”

You had been. Or at least you had thought you were. Until you had met the eldest Stark son again and had felt all those things your husband had never made you feel. “Not as happy as I could have been with you, I’m afraid.” You took a deep breath and before you realized what was happening Robb had his arms wrapped around your heated body.

“I somehow wish you hadn’t said that…” He whispered and his hand, slightly sweating, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He still carried that familiar and welcoming Winterfell smell around and you closed your eyes to enjoy it to the fullest. “All this time I tried my best to not feel anything for you.” Robb’s eyes seemed even bluer now they were so incredibly near. “Guess what? I failed.” Little pearls of sweat covered his forehead while you felt his breath on your skin. “If only you had told me you were happier with him than you would have been with me…” He softened his voice and he pressed the palms of his tender hands to your blushing cheeks.

“I have never lied to you and I will never lie to you.” You closed your eyes when his lips kissed yours with all the love and passion you had missed so badly ever since your father had promised your hand in marriage to the man you now called your husband.

“Would he miss you if you would stay with me tonight?” Robb kept his forehead pressed to yours and you shook your head while you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again.

“I hope he doesn’t.”

If I Could Ch. 5 (Trixya) - Saltine

AN: Hey guys, Saltine is back with another chapter. This isn’t my personal favorite, but it is very heartbreaking. Trixya! Now with more angst! more emotional torment! more comments telling me to make it happy again! don’t worry my darlings, everything works out…chapter 6 will be better. i love you all xoxo

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Troublemaker (Part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jungkook is trouble, the kind of boy your mother warned you to stay away from, the kind of boy that would leave you heartbroken and alone without a second thought. You know he’s only going to hurt you, but you can’t stay away.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Chapter Four- Winter

Jungkook doesn’t return any of your texts and calls for a few days and his silence is agonising.

All you’d wanted was to help, you’d wanted so desperately to take his pain away and it had completely backfired. 

You supposed he was right, you didn’t really understand. How could you? You’d never had to deal with what he was going through, you’d never know what it was like to be terrified of your own father.

But even if you didn’t understand, you still wanted to save him. You wanted to see him smile again. You wanted him to kiss you gently and tell you that he loved you, that he wasn’t going to leave again, but as the days passed, that fantasy seemed to slip further and further out of your reach.

You couldn’t walk away now. It was for too late for that. Your heart was completely at his mercy, you were trapped in his prison. And the worst part was, you didn’t want to escape, even if it tore you apart.

But Jungkook comes back, like he always does. It’s a Tuesday afternoon and Jungkook is sat outside your doorstep in the freezing cold, his skin tinted red from the bitter, harsh air. He looks different somehow. Sadder. Even sadder than before, if that’s possible. Yet when he lays his eyes on you he gives a huge smile, one that could melt through ice.

You approach him apprehensively, but before you can do anything he scoops you up into a big, tight hug, the heat from his body warming your cold one. You get that overwhelming feeling, the one you always get when he hugs you like this. The feeling that this is exactly where you belong.

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Guard You With My Life

Long AU drabble I had an idea of - while dealing with writer’s block for my actual Jonsa fic. Kind of fluffy but smut ahead. Enjoy!

“I’m sorry to leave you like this Miss Stark but it’s an important family emergency. I’ll make sure arrangements are made for my temporary replacement,” Brienne apologised the moment she entered the room. Sansa turned to see the statuesque Head of Security standing behind her. Her assistant Podrick was as usual next to her.

Sansa had heard of news of Brienne’s father’s illness. He was at death’s door, a whisper away from breathing his last, his health ravaged by Stage 4 lymphoma. Sansa sighed and sat on her velvet sofa and motioned to Brienne and Podrick to sit with her.

“Please Brienne, Podrick, sit. What news of his health, my dear? I heard talk but I wanted to know from you,” Sansa asked with concern. Brienne and Podrick had served her family well in almost half a decade. They were like family to her. Now that, Father and Mother were gone. And Robb had moved to Europe with Talisa a few months after their wedding. Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon were the ones holding down the fort that was Winterfell estate.

Brienne glanced down and almost choked on a sob. Sansa understood what she was going through. She had been through the same, twice. She decided that a sabbatical would do her well. Perhaps Podrick could use a break too.

“Take as much time as you need, Brienne. You can never be replaced, you know that. Both of you. Go and do what you need to do and when you come back, the position is still yours if you want it.”

Brienne felt a tear roll down her cheek. She was fortunate enough to have worked with the Starks, one of the most influential and noble families in the North of the country. The huge yet humble mansion had seen fifteen generations of Starks live and die and a large number of them had been pioneers in building the North to what it was today. Brienne nodded and smiled. Sansa grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Her blue eyes sparkled, slightly wet with her own tears.

Sansa watched as Podrick hauled the last suitcase into the van that was leaving for the airport. She hated goodbyes but this wasn’t really a goodbye. Brienne will be back a better person perhaps. Sansa gave her a hug and some words of encouragement. She watched and waved as the van left and faded into the distance.

“Sansa,” she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Sansa turned and was met with dark eyes hiding behind dark curls holding a suitcase. Sansa felt a hitch in her breath and her stomach doing a somersault. Jon.

“Jon. What are you doing here?” Sansa could only manage to breathe out a few words in greeting. Jon smiled, he secretly loved how he could still effortlessly surprise his favourite cousin after all these while. Jon had to step back and receive Sansa as she leapt into his arms for a tight long awaited embrace. She smelled like how he remembered her that day by the great oak tree by the lake. Lavender and rose. His memories came flooding back all at once. Her lips, her smooth and soft fiery red hair. They were teenagers but that memory presented itself as if it happened just yesterday.

“My flight was delayed. I would have gotten in yesterday night. Maybe surprise you and the family during dinner or something,” Jon whispered into her ears as she nuzzled against his scruffy beard. He smelled wonderful, freshly scrubbed and clean, the way Sansa loved it. Sansa had to refrain from kissing her cousin whom she had adored since she was 13.

She would always be grateful to him for saving her life. If it wasn’t for Jon, Sansa would be in a grave at 13 years old. Death by drowning. It was Jon who pulled her out of the deep end of the lake during a hot summer day and resuscitated her. The moment she got to breathing again, the first person she opened her eyes to was Jon. She could never ever repay him for what he did, even after times she was unkind to him.

She had a skewed impression of her cousin growing up, no thanks to her friend Keyne Poole who was always in on the town’s latest gossip. The story that was told of him being a bastard and a stain upon the Stark family name, when her Aunt Lyanna had eloped with the then already engaged Rhaegar Targaryen. But it all came to light when Lyanna and Rhaegar revealed their marriage and Jon was born legitimately of Targaryen and Stark blood. Unfortunately, a car crash took their lives that left Jon on his own. That summer was a difficult one to forget and a horrible one to remember. Despite all the tragedies that fell upon Jon and his family, there was never any resentment nor bitterness in him. Somehow, Jon seemed to have a knowing that things were going to turn out all right in the end. And of all people, Jon was always kind to her. Sansa then vowed to never be mean to her cousin again.

“I have no words except that I’m so happy to see you! Oh I missed you!” Sansa squealed as she finally parted from their embrace and looped her arm around his elbow as they made their way into the house. Sansa called for the butler to inform the rest of the Starks of Jon’s arrival and to prepare a feast for dinner that night.

“Oh no need to tell Robb, he knows about me coming here. He was the one who wanted me to come and stay, ” Jon quipped as he opened to unpack his suitcase he placed onto the bench as Sansa showed him into his old room. It was just like before, except the posters were gone and the walls were newly painted. Sansa turned and looked at him, her eyes questioning his.

“Stay? What do you mean, stay?”

Jon decided to unpack later and walked over to Sansa who was standing by the large windows. He had always loved the view of the garden from his room. Uncle Ned and Aunt Catelyn were always so generous with him when they looked after him. Jon faced Sansa and held out his hand for hers.

“Sansa, I heard what happened to you. That Ramsay fellow, I’m glad he’s dead. I wanted to kill him myself, leave the firm and kill that fucker for what he did. Robb told me everything. I know it’s been a while but thought I’d grab the opportunity when I heard there was a position open,” Jon explained, his mouth slowly forming into a smile at the end of his sentence. Sansa smiled back shyly, though her memories of the assault sometimes kept her up at night.

Sansa felt Jon’s fingers tuck in a stray hair behind her ear and then leaned in to kiss her on her forehead. His skin and lips were hot to the touch. Despite the constant chilly winter weather in Winterfell, Jon was always warm to the touch.

“So, you’re my new Head of Security now? Did Brienne ask you to do this? Be her replacement? Because I’ll have you know that she’s not replaceable,” Sansa gave a chortle, and poked his chest.

“Oh no she isn’t. I know that. I don’t need a title for me to make sure you’re safe do I? Be there when you call me? Although I don’t do coffee runs. That’s what I told Robb. I will do most things for her royal highness Sansa but she can get her own coffee.”

Sansa gave Jon a playful smack on his arm. She could trust Robb to look out for her. Even though he was far away with his own family, he was always looking out for his siblings and he and Jon were almost siamese twins. Inseparable since birth.

“Right. Thanks to Robb I guess. So you’ll do anything? For me?” Sansa teased him, batting her eyelids playfully at Jon. Jon’s eyes were now gazing lovingly into hers, his face somehow softened and there was a look that she remembered. The day she and Jon had their first kiss. Under the oak tree. To Sansa it was a gesture of heartfelt gratitude and appreciation. And an olive branch of sorts to make peace with Jon for all the times she had been awful to him. But to Jon it was something else. Something he knew would be with him as long as Sansa was still walking this earth.

“Anything for you. I’ll guard you with my life if I have to, sweet girl.”

Time seemed to stand still as she watched how Jon slowly leaned in to press his lips on hers, making her quiver and recall their shared memory. Soon, their tongues were crashing into each other’s and Jon’s hands were undoubtedly roaming lower to her waist and slowly down her buttocks. Their fierce lip lock was only interrupted by Sansa pulling away, only to walk towards the door to lock it. And sauntering over to his bed. Jon felt his cock stir and come alive. He had never been hard like this before, in a matter of seconds. Jon took off his trenchcoat and blazer as he walked over to Sansa on his bed. She looked exquisite as he remembered her. But more womanly, with her full breasts and curves that made his mouth water. Now she was sitting seductively on his bed, waiting for him to pounce on her.

Sansa loved how good he looked in a suit. He kept his lean and muscular physique all these time, and she loved how his well defined biceps shaped his sleeves. And there it was, an obvious bulge in his trousers that made Sansa gush between her legs. The anticipation was killing her.

How long she had dreamed of this? Ever since her almost drowning incident she and Jon had gotten on fabulously and they had kept in touch often even when he was away. She knew that after she had graduated high school that her crush on Jon was more than just a crush. She had never known a man like Jon, the brave, sweet and gentle soul that he was. She was in love. She didn’t dare tell a soul, afraid of being judged for being in love with her own cousin.

When he left the North to join Uncle Benjen’s security firm, Sansa was happy for him yet sad. When she heard news of his new girlfriend, she was devastated. So debilitating was the heartbreak that led her to meeting the murderous Ramsay Bolton. She was vulnerable and needed a rebound guy, someone to take her mind off Jon.

Ramsay had said all the right things and did everything right. Up until she decided to not lie to herself and ended it. She wasn’t happy and Ramsay wasn’t Jon. And that was when all the horrors started. He terrorised her and her colleagues at work, stalked her, burned down her apartment as proof that she was dead while he kidnapped her and tortured her, left her scars she had to laser off to erase the nightmare. She was glad it was all over when Robb and Mother came to her rescue. How Ramsay died she did not want to know. He deserved to die. He and his traitorous family. From then on Mother had promised a bodyguard for Sansa, in the form of Brienne Tarth.

Catelyn met Brienne who came forward and saved her life when she was caught in an altercation involving the Lannisters. The Lannisters were a powerful family that had their claws on everything and everyone in the South and the Capital and Catelyn was convinced Ned hadn’t died of natural causes. Brienne Tarth hated the Lannisters just as much as Catelyn did as she believed it was them who was behind the death of her former love, Renly Baratheon. With her ally in Brienne, however, her investigation was not welcomed and soon Catelyn was caught up in a scandal that threatened the safety of her family. Catelyn had to think twice before avenging Ned’s death. The last straw that broke her was Sansa’s assault and kidnapping. Catelyn felt it in her bones that the Lannisters were behind it. Catelyn couldn’t be strong any longer. Not without Ned.

Catelyn’s sorrow consumed her till she was too sick to care for her own children and passed away. She made Brienne vow to watch over her family as long as they were alive and especially Sansa. However, Sansa didn’t think she needed a bodyguard but when simple social occasions became a traumatic event one after another, Sansa gave in to her Mother’s last wishes, knowing that she needed time to cope and deal with her post traumatic stress disorder.

“What are you thinking of, my sweet Sansa?”

Jon’s voice brought her back to the heated moment as she faced Jon sitting on the bed with her, his shirt unbuttoned and looking sexy as hell. Sansa didn’t feel lust or wanton desire this time, she felt love and peace and joy that she was finally with a man she had always loved. Sansa didn’t know what came over her as she cupped his face, looking deep into his dark grey eyes and said the three words she had always wanted to say to him.

“I love you.”

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise and was stunned into silence. Sansa didn’t care if he didn’t love her yet or said it back to her, important thing was that she loved him. And that he knew it.

Jon grabbed her hands from his face and kissed her deeply and desperately, hungry for her. He wanted to make sure it was really her saying those words to him and that he wasn’t daydreaming. Jon pushed Sansa down gently until they were both lying on the bed. Jon’s lips wandered down to her neck and gradually peppered her heaving chest with kisses. Sansa’s shirt dress had come undone in a matter of seconds as Jon’s hands caressed her breasts and pinched her teats that made her gasp with pleasure. Sansa hands grabbed a fistfuls of his soft curls as he made his way down further to her thighs. Sansa shivered in anticipation and felt her wetness growing. Sansa hissed in pleasure as she felt Jon’s hands deftly removing her panties and let out a whimper as his hot breath caressed her wet slit. She moaned out loud when Jon had his fingers gently part her folds, to gain oral access and kiss her down there. She never had a man put their mouth on her like that before and the feeling was highly erotic. Sansa felt a gush slip out of her again. There was pressure building in her loins and it was coming to a head.

Jon stuck out his tongue and licked at the small fleshy pink nub as his fingers delved in to stroke her inner walls. She was delicious in his mouth. Sweet and tangy, just as he had imagined. There was some resistance and tightness that greeted his fingers that told Jon he had to ease into her and be gentle. What Jon was doing was driving Sansa mad with desire and the pressure was now rapidly building inside of her. It rose until Sansa almost screamed out his name as she rode out her intense pleasure wave. Jon watched as Sansa twisted around arching her back and tremble from her orgasm. What a beautiful sight she was. Even when she was coming, Sansa looked elegant and almost divine. His heart did a leap at the sight of her coming down from her ascent. Jon believed it may have been her first orgasm. It made him smile that somehow he was her first in a way. Sansa calmed down, still panting hard from the gratifying intensity she had just experienced and tried to land back down to earth. She felt like she was floating.

“I fucking love you, Sansa Stark. Ever since that day by the lake, under the oak tree. I’ve always loved you. No one else would take that place, my love. Only you.”

Jon had moved up to face Sansa and his hard cock was nicely positioned at her entrance. Jon knew it was now or never. He would make her his this time. It was Sansa and had always been. He was a fool to think he could forget her by being with another. And he almost lost her. He would not lose her again.

“Jon, I need you. I want you inside me Jon. Take me, I’m yours.”

Sansa’s pleading voice gave him all he needed and gave his cock a gentle thrust into her wet folds. She was burning hot and well lubricated yet snug. It was like a warm wet hug. Jon felt like home and it took him all he had to not come there and then. She felt fantastic. It was as if Sansa was made and shaped just for him. They were meant to be.

Sansa gasped as Jon’s cock made its way into her, feeling full within her, stroking her insides. The friction and Jon’s gentle thrusting along with his tender kisses felt explosive. It was better than she had dreamed of. Jon moved slowly, pumping in and out, careful not to lose it and spill in her. Every stroke his cock made, her inner walls massaged it and sucked it in as if a part of Sansa was hungry for him. Jon felt he hit a spot that immediately made Sansa howl with pleasure and she shook and quivered again in her second orgasm. This time, he felt her as her walls contract and squeeze him, milking his cock dry. It was too much for him and Jon tried to pull out but the wonderful sensation pulled him back in. He howled too as he spilled in her, convinced he had never come so much in his life ever.

Jon smothered Sansa with kisses as he took deep breaths to calm down from his own orgasm and rolled over to her side and spooned her. He didn’t stop kissing her neck and back, he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Sansa? I’m sorry I didn’t pull out. I was reckless my love. Whatever happens, I want to be here for you. I’m all yours,” Jon finally said, voicing his concerns but he wanted to assure Sansa. There was no doubt of his love for this woman. The idea of Sansa carrying his child was something he hadn’t considered but now, it seemed like an attractive possibility. But of course it was up to Sansa.

Sansa turned around to face him and smiled. She was on the pill but hearing Jon making plans for a possible future almost immediately made her heart leap with joy. She would give him as many babies as he wanted. If they all turned out as kind, brave and gentle like him, she wouldn’t mind.

“Well I guess you’re kind of stuck with me now, Jon Targaryen. You’ll have to guard me and do more than that, sometimes at night in my room too.”

Jon chuckled. Yes, he was here to fill in temporarily for Brienne as Robb had asked him to. Somehow, he had a feeling he would be around for much, much longer. He didn’t mind, only thing to do now was to tell the rest of the family and make it public. He wasn’t going to waste anymore time now. He didn’t care what others would think of them. And he was certain Robb would give his blessings. Robb had always known Jon had something for Sansa, only he didn’t ask him about it. But for now, Sansa and only Sansa’s opinion and judgement mattered to him.

Perhaps, he would stop by the jewellers tomorrow if he could sneak in some free time without Sansa knowing. It was time. He had found his second and better half, he would complete their joining as one by making her his wife.

“Oh well you’re stuck with me too. I’ll guard you with my life, for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me forever, Sansa Stark.”

Thanks for reading Jonsa cruisers! You were responsible for this rare burst of creativity so this one’s for you! xx


Request: Hello love! Can I request a Jojen Reed where he sees you in his dreams, he tries to look for her but then he realizes that she was sick. You can decide how it will end.


The first time he saw you in his visions, you were wearing a simple white dress. To him, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in these visions. You turned your head and smiled at him, asking him to join you to bask under the sun light. “My name is Y/N” you beamed at him, “I’m Jojen.”

He would tell Meera about these visions after she wondered why he didn’t have panic attacks as much during his visions. His sister constantly teased him, “Can’t you see, brother? It doesn’t happen whenever you see her!” she gleefully exclaimed.

Jojen dismissed her comments, but Meera didn’t miss how his cheeks would turn pink. He was always excited to see you again, unconsciously hoping for another vision to happen.

“I’m conflicted….” Is what he said one day, “Why?” you looked at him with worried eyes, “I have to leave my home to find Bran Stark. I have to get him to the three-eyed raven.” You nodded, you’ve seen the three-eyed raven a few times.

“So why are you conflicted?” Jojen frowned, “I promised to myself, that if ever I would go on a journey, the first person I would go see… was you. I want to see you.”

You were silent, Jojen watched as you tear up. His quick reaction had you immediately in his arms, your body shook as he asked you “What’s wrong? I’m here”. “No, you’re not. You’re not here!”

He knew what you meant. He wasn’t physically by your side. “Where are you? Let me find you.” “You can’t. You shouldn’t come see me.” “Why?”

“Because I wont be able to let you go…” you whispered, you look up at him, your tears falling. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Jojen thought what was right and kissed you. it was short, but sweet and it left you speechless.

“I think I love you too” he mumbled as he caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away. “You can’t see me.” You sternly told him again. “Please, why? I need to be with you. I can’t live another day without you by my side.”

“Yes, you can. For both Bran’s sake and mine…. I’m sick Jojen.” You were a sickly girl, always bedridden, never to see the outside except through a window. Until the day she met the three-eyed raven. It knew about her sickness and her future.

Her future to convince Jojen Reed to find Brandon Stark. But of course, you didn’t know about that part.

“I can’t move or even stand. I can’t give you what you want. You wouldn’t be happy with someone like me.” He hugged you tighter, “Yes. Yes I would Y/N. I love you. Please, let me see you. Let me hug you, kissed you like this.”

“Bringing Bran to the three-eyed raven is your destiny. Not being stuck with a sickly girl. For the sake of our world, bring Bran to him, then we can meet.”

But you knew. You’ve seen it in your visions. During his absence, You would die. And he knew, he knew that he would die by the flames. But none of you said anything to the other.

Struggling to not shed a single tear, he pulled you closer to hide his face. “After this, we will meet.” You nodded in agreement. A final kiss before he left.

The following months, you both had less and less communication. He was busy traveling, while you were struggling with your sickness.

One day, you felt it. A pang in your chest and the sudden inflammation of your stomach. As if you were being stabbed multiple times. You screamed in pain, alerting everyone in your household.

Then you fainted, another vision came to you. You were in your white dress, walking through the woods. That’s when you saw him. His back turned to you. “Jojen” You gleefully called out.

He turns to you. God, you were still as beautiful as when he last saw you. Jojen picked you up by the waist and twirled you around. “I told you we’d meet again.” He knew, you both knew. You both died at the same time, finally meeting one another, in paradise.

Mend - Part 6

Story Description: Reader has terrakinesis and going through a lot of emotional personal issues when Steve brings back Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader (enhanced)

Words: 5,459

Set after Captain America: Civil War. Contains Civil War spoilers!!!

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

Tags: @csigeoblue @danimuhle @mslunes @pricklytrashoverlord

It took Bucky 20 minutes to get to Stark Tower. By some miracle, they had been attacked in the south end of Central Park. He’d never moved so quickly in his life. 

Bucky saw the glow of the entrance from a block away. He looked down at Y/N, still unconscious in his arms. “Stay with me, doll.” He muttered to her, hoping she’d somehow hear his words of encouragement. 

The entrance of the lobby had a single security guard. Easy enough, Bucky thought to himself. But just when he entered, an army of Iron Men dropped to the ground in front of him, blocking him from moving any further.

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“Captain Cook”

“What should I do Banner?” Cap sighed, his head in his hands. He’d been denying his feelings for you for some time but upon finally admitting it to Banner, he became even more stressed with what to actually do about it.
“Just do something romantic, I suppose. I’m very much the wrong person to be asking about this sort of thing, I’m afraid…” He said. Captain smiled wryly as he watched Banner tinker with a machine through the gaps between his fingers. He had to stifle an even bigger smile when he began to imagine the Hulk on a date… However, shaking his head, he returned his train of thought to his current predicament.
“My definition of romantic is apparently outdated to everyone else’s as Tony never hesitates to remind me.”
“Ignore him. This is the same man who thought an appropriate first date was leftover noodles and a marathon of Scrapheap Challenge.”
“Nonetheless, what am I supposed to do?” 

Banner sighed. As much as he enjoyed Steve’s company, he’d been trying to figure out the science behind transcendentally dimensional vehicles for the last few days and when he had finally begun to make progress, Steve had arrived needing support.
“It’s only (y/n). Whatever you do, it’ll be fine.”
“But I don’t want to do just anything. It should be big and special and romantic.”
“Well, knowing (y/n) some small gesture will be sufficient.” Banner mumbled, feigning interest still.
“Hmm… What would Tony do..? What would Tony do…?”
“Did it ever occur to you to think about what you would do?”
“But Tony said-” Banner slammed his fist down on the countertop, clamping Steve’s mouth shut with fear. His frustration stemmed from both the Captain’s stubbornness and his interruption of Bruce’s work.
“For crying out loud Steve! Stop listening to Tony and just be yourself, she’ll thank you for it. Do something simple – give her flowers, serenade her, make her dinner – I don’t care! Just do it now for the sake of my sanity.”
Steve hurried from the room for fear of provoking his wrath any further and Bruce sighed with a smile.

Rolling his eyes, he turned once more to the machine he was messing with. As Steve shot through the doorway, Tony surpassed him.
“What’s with him?” He said, gesturing to the fleeing soldier with his thumb. Bruce groaned.
“He’s asking (y/n) out but he’s worrying too much.”
“Oh, well he should just-” Tony began.
“Don’t start.”

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(Robb x Reader)

Request:  Imagine being Tyrion’s little sister but you’re more like a tomboy (like Arrya) which displeases Cersi to a great extent but you catch the eye of Robb Stark when he visits his father in KIng’s Landing (even though it didn’t really occur in the show)


“Arya!” You shouted behind her, running through the castle together.  

If there was one thing you were happy about it was the Starks coming to King’s Landing. It had been so boring around here. Your sister Cersei always reminding you how to act properly, Jaime backing her up and Tyrion being ignored like always. You were the youngest of them, nearer to Myrcella’s age but your sister didn’t necessarily like you hanging around her kids because she thought you had a bad influence on them. Like Joffrey needed any bad influence he was literally the devil himself.

Arya dashed away, out of the castle and into the yard. You followed her, rushing around a corner and down the steps only to stop abruptly at the bottom when you saw someone blocking your way. You tried to stop yourself from falling but it didn’t work quite well. Luckily the handsome stranger at the end of the stairs caught you.

“Careful.” He says, letting go of you when your feet are safely on the ground again.



“You wouldn’t be Robb Stark would you?”


“Oh great…my sister will kill me for making a scene like this.” You could already hear her scolding you in your mind. ‘That’s no proper way to great a lord’ or 'What were you doing running around with that kid again’. Always the same.  

“Your sister…?”

“The queen.”

He starts to laugh, taking a closer look at you. You weren’t really dressed like someone of high birth today.

“Your Cersei’s sister? I have to say I can’t see the resemblance.”

“I’ll  just take that as a compliment.” You say, making a pouting face at him.

“It was meant as one.”

“Thanks.” A smile appears on your face and you move aside to let Robb and his men pass. You really couldn’t understand your families distaste for the Starks and the North. You liked every one of them, they were nice and loyal people. Probably too good for King’s Landing, honesty wasn’t something many people possessed here.

“Don’t worry about your sister. I’ll just act like I’ve never seen you before. Will that work?” He says with amusement and starts walking up the stairs.

“Sure, works for me.” You shout behind him.

You make your way to look for Arya after he’s gone and out of sight. She would be happy to see her brother again.  

“You like her don’t you?” Theon says to Robb with a smirk when they’re gone.

“Now why would you think that?” He replies with amusement.

“I know you. She was cute and you’ll happily piss off the queen any chance you get.”

“That is true.”  

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She’s convinced that Jon won’t fight for her, so she decides to fight for herself. He sets out to prove her wrong.

Sansa studies the direwolf figure that she holds with both her hands, turning it at various angles to inspect the work, determine its level of craftsmanship. The truth, however, is that she doesn’t possesses much of an expert eye on the subject—it’s only her first time making such a purchase. The figure spans the length of her hand, meaning that it will be a formidable size in Rickon’s; it is her intention to send him something that will strike him with a sense of awe when he sees it, where his blue eyes will widen in delight when Maester Tarly presents it to him. The thought forces the corners of her mouth upwards into a smile.

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anonymous asked:

I just discovered the ASoIaF series and am in love with both Tyrion Lannister and with your meta about him! I would like to ask something, however. I'm very surprised that you ship him with Sansa Stark. Wasn't she rather awful to him? I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just curious to know your reasoning.

Okay well, the thing is, I don’t think Sansa was awful to Tyrion - ever.  Not any more than he was awful to her - which, again, I think was not at all.  

Sure, the two of them were thrust into a horrible situation, one that was undoubtedly meant to make both of them miserable.  (Because lbr, I can’t imagine Tywin Lannister meant to see either his son or Sansa Stark happy. This marriage was - as were so many of his actions regarding his children - a reminder that their lives, their happiness, was never so much their business as it was their father’s.  It is Tywin who gives, and Tywin who takes away.)

But the crux of the issue is - and this is a good part of the reason why I ship them, tbh - while Tywin wants to see Sansa and Tyrion miserable, neither of them ever desires to see the other miserable.  Certainly Sansa is cold toward her husband, but who can blame her?  She is married to a man twice her age - a man whose family is responsible for the death of her mother, father, and brother.  A man she doesn't know.  (I think it happens a lot that people forget that Sansa has no way of knowing Tyrion the way we, the readers, know Tyrion.  She does not have a copy of ACoK or ASoS to refer to.  And even if she did, well, there are moments in Tyrion’s chapters that would still probably make her reluctant to trust him.)

I guess I just don’t think that coldness equates to any sort of animosity on her part.  If anything motivates the way Sansa keeps herself closed off from Tyrion, it’s self-preservation.  Sure, Tyrion has promised he has no desire to hurt her - would, in fact, protect her from the rest of his family - but didn’t Joffrey initially say the same?  Didn’t Cersei?

There’s no question that Sansa puts her own good before Tyrion’s feelings, but man, I think that’s something Tyrion understands!  I mean, neither Sansa nor Tyrion is currently afforded the privilege of selflessness.  Neither of them have anyone looking out for them - they occupy a space where people would see them suffer, would see them dead.  For these two, letting their guard down might invite humiliation.  It might even invite death.  

So yeah, Tyrion is hurt by Sansa’s coldness (because he's human and because even if he can logically understand all the reasons Sansa might have for fearing him, he can’t help attributing it at least a little to the monstrosity he has long been told is inherent in him).  But he gets it, he gets that it’s not malicious and that she’s not out to hurt him - her selfishness, after all, is her survival.  (Never never never let them see you hurt, and wow is that the story of Tyrion’s life too or what?)

So, I’d argue, if Tyrion can understand that given he has emotional stake in the situation that we can’t really even fathom, I feel like we should be able to do the same without labeling Sansa “awful.”

This took far longer to upload than I expected. :/ I was doing so well with uploading every day until student finance and other somewhat important things got in the way. Guess we’ll just go back to the old format then. This was requested a while back by @rebel-girl92. I’m not sure how I feel about it but hopefully you will enjoy it. :) 

Prompt: …the reader is a new Avengers recruit and her sassy, no-nonsense personality and liberal views clash with Tony’s for the first few months? After a while they slightly warm up to each other but most of their encounters consist of playful banter. Then late one night he finds her in the living room crying (family drama, running into an ex, etc.), comforts her, and they stay up all night talking. By morning the reader realizes she’s been completely wrong about him.

“Old Flames and Ashes”

“Who the hell is that?” Tony asked, watching the CCTV on his tablet. A woman stood outside of the tower with a rucksack on her shoulder. She rapped her knuckles on the main door again and looked around a bit as she waited for the entrance to open. Clint Barton was sat next to Stark and peered over his shoulder. He started when he saw who was on the screen.
“Oh my god…” He murmured, growing a grin.

“Who is she?” Tony asked but Hawkeye was already on his feet, heading for the lift. He waved his hand airily.
“Let her in, let her in. I can vouch for her.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Tony grumbled as he stepped into the elevator beside his teammate.

By the time the lift reached the ground door, the woman had been bid entrance. She beamed when she saw Clint and trotted towards him. He wrapped his arms around her and laughed.
“I thought it was you!” He chuckled.
“Nice to know I’m still a familiar face.”

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Jon Snow Imagine

Hello! Could you do a GoT imagine for Jon X Reader where Jon blows up angrily at the reader for whatever reason then feels guilty and apologizes, admitting his feelings for her in the process? Thank you!!

The battle had ended. You were back home. Winterfell was yours again.

Jon had managed to beat Ramsey at his own game and had reclaimed the home that you and he, and all the Starks, had shared since childhood. You and Jon had grown up together in the castle and after all your years together you had fallen for him, although he didn’t know it. When he left for the Wall you were heartbroken. And after all the years of hardships you went through you were happy to be reunited with him at the wall when you rode in with Sansa and Brienne. All your feelings for him hit you like a train when you saw his face, the face you had thought you’d never see again.

He had wanted you to stay with Sansa during the fight. You begged him to fight but he said he wanted you with her incase things with South. You had done what he said, reluctantly, but he was your commander after all, but as you watched everything happen from above you fought off tears. It was bad.

“Go, Y/N.”

“What? I can’t I have to stay with you.”

“No, you don’t. I didn’t tell Jon but Lord Baelish is coming, I’ll be fine. Go, he needs you and your place it by his side.” Without another word you raced down on your horse and started taking out men from behind. Your horse went down and you were on foot fighting off attacks. Just when you thought two of the Bolton’s men were about to get the upperhand on you an army of horses came through and trampled over most of the remaining men.

You joined Jon’s army and fought off more troops until you got until Winterfell and had Ramsey’s men, and Ramsey, in the cells. You were beaten, bruised, and bloodied but when you saw Jon safe you couldn’t help but smile. “Jon,” you called out and ran to him.

“Y/N,” his face turned even colder than it had looked before he saw you and his voice became stern. “What are you doing here?”

“I joined the fight right before Lord Baelish came in. Are you ok?”

Your concern was met by his stern, dismissive, tone. “I’m fine. You and I will talk later,” he walked past you to his sister.


It felt weird to be back in your own room. Weird but comforting. Hours had passed since you took the castle and Jon managed to push passed you and ignore you whenever you were in the same room as him. Your door opened as you were sitting in front of your hearth with your furs on.

You looked expecting a fight, your body still on alert, but relaxed and looked back at the fire when you saw it was just Jon. “What in the 7 Hells did you think you were doing?”

“Looking into my fire…”

“Not now, Y/N, out there. On the field. What were you doing,” he yelled.

You stood up and took a defensive tone, “What was I doing? I was helping save your ass, that’s what I was doing!”

“You were to stay with Sansa. That is what I commanded you to do.”

“What you commanded me to do? Jon, Sansa was fine, she had an army behind her. You, on the other hand, had men dropping like flies. I’m a good fighter, Jon, you know this! I am just as good as you and Robb with a sword and you know it.”

“You were to stay and watch Sansa,” he yelled.

“And you were to not die! And guess what would have happened had I not gone down there. I wasn’t going to lose you over some stupid thing you ordered me to do.”

“Why do you think I told you to stay up there?! I knew it would be bloody and I didn’t want you in the middle of that! I didn’t want to watch as you were cut down like everyone else.”

“And why not, Jon? My life isn’t worth anymore than those men out there.”

“Your life is worth way more to me,” he yelled back.

“What do you mean, Jon,” this time your voice was nervous as you were trying to understand what he meant. His demeanor shifted and he looked down at his feet. “Jon?”

“I mean that I love you, Y/N. That I’ve been in love with you since before I left for the Wall. When I saw you at the Wall…I didn’t think I’d ever see you again but there you were. And the thought of having you on battle next to me…me seeing you as you got hurt. I couldn’t imagine. That’s why I put you with Sansa.”

“Jon,” you said softly.

“No, Y/N, it’s ok.”

“No, you don’t understand. I feel the same way about you. But I had to do something because I couldn’t imagine watching something happen to you from up on that hill knowing that I could have been there, that I could have done something, to protect you.”

He looked up with soft eyes, “You feel the same way?”

“I feel the same way,” you agreed and walked over to him, kissing him before he could realize what was going on. “Jon, will you sleep in here with me tonight? It feels spooky being in this room again.”

“Of course, on one condition. The Lords and Lady Mormont are coming tomorrow and I want you to be my right hand.”

“I will be seated right next to you. Always.”

Tony Stark Imagine- Safe

“If you die I’m going to kill you Anthony Stark,” I warned him as he was preparing one of his suits.

“Honey, I’ll be fine. You just stay her and stay safe.”

“You know I almost always trust your judgement, but are you sure I’m safe here?”

“Of course I am. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t know how to protect myself and I’ll be all alone.”

“Friday is here.”

“Friday can’t protect me.”

“I swear that you are perfectly safe here Y/n.”

“Okay. Now go save the world.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

He and the other Avengers went to go save the world from Ultron and his minions while I stayed at the tower. Everything was fine at first. I was able to distract myself from worrying about them and I didn’t feel scared being alone. That was until the silent alarm went off. I became the biggest chicken in the world and locked myself in our bedroom. It didn’t stop the intruders from coming in though. I had just identified them as Hydra agents when I was knocked out.

I woke up with one hell of a headache and my body sore. My eyes opened to see machines hooked up to me. I tried to move but I was restrained. I was struggling against them just as some guy in a lab coat came in.

“Struggling won’t help,” he smiled evilly at me.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Excellent question. We are turning you into Hydra’s greatest weapon. We are altering your genetics to make you turn invisible and then we shall wipe your memory. Then you will be trained to be the greatest assassin since the Winter Soldier.”

“I’ll never let you do it!”

“How are you going to get out Y/n?”

“The Avengers will stop you.”

“By the time they are done with their mission it will be too late even if they do find you. Your memory will be gone and you will want to kill them.”

“You asshole!” I screamed.

“Start the process.” The others in my room started injecting liquid into my body and I cried out in pain.

It was pure agony going through when they were experimenting on me. I had never been in so much pain before that I was constantly crying out. I was also beginning to lose hope that Tony and the others would find me. When they were finally done altering my genes it was time to wipe my memory. Just as they were about to put the memory wiping equipment around my head, the door was blasted open. I saw a suit of iron standing where it had been and I wanted to cry because they had finally found me. He got here just in time.

Tony quickly took out the people in the room before getting my restraints off of me. He helped me up and carried me out of the room. I was still in pain though and I passed out in his arms.

When I woke up for the second time I realized that I was back in our bedroom at the tower. I was hooked up to stuff though and I started panicking. My heart monitor went crazy and Tony ran in.

“Shh, you’re safe Y/n. You’re back in the tower, nothing is going to hurt you anymore,” he whispered into my hair. When he realized it was being hooked up to machines that freaked me out, he took them out of the room.

“I didn’t think you were going to find me,” I cried into his chest.

“I will always find you. What did they do to you honey?”

“They altered my genetics. They said I can turn invisible now. If you hadn’t gotten there when you did they were going to wipe my memory and turn me into a weapon.”

“Hey, it is okay. You are perfectly safe now. As soon as you feel better we Nat and Clint are going to train you to protect yourself. I’m also never leaving you o your own again. I think I will have to hire Happy as a bodyguard again.”

“Okay. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m so glad that you’re safe.”

“Me too.”

anonymous asked:

Fic where Lyanna is dead, but she's watching over (as a ghost? afterlife? anything) and she's sad that Jon has to live a bastard's life, but she sees him with his siblings/cousins - Rickon, Bran, Sansa too, but mostly with Robb and Arya and she feels glad that they accept him as their brother?

She sees Ned praying by the heart tree, a desperate prayer.

“Let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them.”

The boys grow up close but Jon’s life is not what she wanted for him. It hurts to see him hurt. Ned is keeping him safe, just as she asked but she did not mean for it to be like this. Her brother is judged for Jon. Jon is a stain on his honour and she wants to shout out the truth for all to hear.

He is my son and I love him. It should not matter that he is a bastard. He is a good boy, a Stark even if he doesn’t have the name.

It isn’t safe though. She sees the Greyjoy Rebellion, sees Ned join Robert again and knows that her son will never be safe if the truth were known.

Her son cries when they treat him differently. He cries until he learns to hide his tears for the most part. Ned has more children, laughing, happy children. Almost all look like his lady wife and Lyanna wonders whether Ned thinks it a blessing.

He does not speak of us.

She sees him in the crypts, sees his tears and grief as he looks upon her statue and Brandon’s and she knows the memories haunt him.

Arya looks like Lyanna though, and Arya loves Jon the way that Lyanna wishes she could. The little girl does not treat him as different, does not throw his bastard birth in his face. To Arya, Lyanna’s son is her brother, her favourite. She makes Jon smile fondly and far more often and it warms Lyanna’s heart.

“Snow,” Robb calls him and Jon smiles.

The name might be a bastard name but Robb says it with affection. She watches them in the training yard, watches them grow taller and stronger and just as Ned wished they grow close.

She sees Ned’s children go to Jon, all of them, offering affection in their own ways and knows they love him. Her son is loved, Ned’s prayer is half answered and for all Lyanna’s anger at her son’s hurts, she is grateful for Ned’s children.

The secret is wrong for Jon, she knows this now but her son is protected and he is loved and for that at least she is truly glad.

Straight to the point (Loki x Tony x Reader)

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Imagine: You’re Tony Stark’s little sister and Loki’s girlfriend. You’re three months pregnant and still haven’t told Tony, because you don’t know how.

Warnings: I don’t know, none, I guess.

Requested by  georghiousophia

Hey I love your Tumblr and your writing !!!! YOU ARE AMAZING I was wondering if it’s not to much to ask if you could do a oneshot where Tony is the readers older brother, Who is very protective and the reader is pregnant with (Loki or Bucky) child and she is scared to tell him? But Tony finds out from one of the other avengers. Feel free to carry it on after I don’t really know how to end it ??? Xxxx

Note: I’ve chosen Loki, because I have only written Bucky one-shots yet and I wanted a change!


You stared at of your window. Loki sat on your bed, staring at you.

‘’You need to tell him, love,’’ he said. You sighed.

‘’I know, I’m just looking for the right words,’’ you told your boyfriend.

‘’How about.. ‘Hey, Tony. I’m pregnant’,’’ Loki said. ‘’Just be straight to the point.’’ You gave him one of your deathly stares and turned your back at him. Tony was your older brother and he didn’t like Loki. You could say he hated him.

‘’I’m serious, Y/N,’’ you heard Loki say.

‘’Yeah..’’ you murmured and sighed again. The other Avengers already knew you were pregnant, it was a lot more easy to tell them, because they weren’t that protective over you as your brother was.

‘’You know, I’m just going to tell him right now,’’ you said and stormed out of the room before Loki could even answer.

‘’Hey, Y/N,’’ Natasha said when you entered the kitchen of the Stark Tower.

‘’Hi,’’ you said. ‘’Where’s Tony?’’

‘’Probably in the lab,’’ she answered and you walked over to the elevator.

‘’Y/N! How are you and the baby doing?’’ Steve said with a big smile when you walked past him. At that exact moment, Tony walked out of the elevator.

‘’Baby?’’ he asked, confused. Your eyes widened. Steve looked shocked. Tony was still looking confused.

‘’Oh God. I’m so-‘’ Steve started, but you just shook your head.

‘’I was going to tell him anyway,’’ you said and then looked at Tony.

‘’Tell me what?’’ he asked. Steve, who was still shocked, walked away from the two of you.

‘’Well.. uh..’’ You started. ‘’I’m pregnant.’’ Tony’s expression went from confused to shocked.

‘’You must be kidding,’’ was all he said.

‘’Actually, I’m not,’’ you said and stared at your shoes. You felt a little bit scared, he didn’t look happy. He looked angry. Very angry.

‘’Y/N Y/MN Stark. Are you out of your mind?’’ He shouted the last part, which made you step backwards.

‘’How long?’’ he asked, still looking angry.

‘’Three months,’’ you said quietly.

‘’Three months?’’ he shouted. ‘’Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Is Loki the dad?’’

‘’I’m so sorry, Tony. I-I just didn’t know how to tell you,’’ you sputtered. ‘’I know you don’t like him but yeah.. he is.’’ You looked at your brother, feeling guilty you haven’t told him earlier.

‘’Dear Lord,’’ he murmured.

‘’I’m really, really, really sorry,’’ you said. He sighed, but didn’t look that angry anymore.

‘’Just promise me you’ll call him Tony Jr. if it’s a boy,’’ he joked. You chuckled. He still looked a little bit sad, but you were glad he was joking again.

‘’Deal,’’ you said with a smile. You hoped he knew you were kidding. He pulled you into a tight hug.

‘’You’re going to be a good mum, little sis,’’ he said. ‘’I don’t know if your dark boyfriend will be a good dad but, you know, maybe he’ll surprise me.’’ You just ignored his last sentence, knowing someday he would be okay with it. Maybe not now, but if you were happy, he was too. Only he would never admit that.


I hoped you guys liked this one-shot. Feel free to request something!

I don’t get posts that go “Tony lost Jarvis and didn’t even react”. Because I saw him be devastated after Jarvis was torn apart. I saw him so happy and proud he was ready to burst after finding him again. I saw the way he looked at Vision like he couldn’t decide if he’d just seen a ghost or an angel.

But this is Tony Stark - he’s not going to put all his feelings on display in front of other people. You have to look a little harder.

Would I have loved to see a scene showing how Tony reacts when he’s alone? Hell yeah! But saying he didn’t react at all? You’ll never convince me of that.