Sorry… I want to keep going but I’m crying a lot right now because of all of this. It’s kind of overwhelming looking back at it…. I’m proud of him honestly, I know that back then he was so focused on how he looked because he was really insecure, but compared to back then he has grown so much, and it makes me really proud. I hope he continues on his path for better health, it was worrisome back then, but all Jimin stans can rest easy now because Jimin is growing up to be a handsome confident man.
so today my professor told us how she found her 8 year old neighbor crying on his way home from school last week and when she asked what happened, he told her that while he was at hockey tryouts these white boys called him the N word and told him that black people couldn’t play hockey. she felt so bad for him because she said he was always sweet and well mannered to her. she convinced her brother to give up his tickets to see the Flyers vs Habs game so she could give it to her neighbor. somehow he ended up meeting Wayne Simmonds and the boy’s father told him what happened.
apparently Wayne had a really sad look on his face after he heard what happened but he told the kid to not give up even though people’s words can hurt. and when Wayne told the kid that he believed in him and that he could be the greatest hockey player in the world and maybe even play for the Flyers one day if he didn’t give up, the kid started to cry. later Wayne gave the boy his email address and said that if those boys ever messed with him again, that he was to email him and that he would have his back.
after the boy and father thanked Wayne, he had a big smile on his face and just said, “us handsome fellas gotta stick together, eh?”
“(Y/N) come on it will be funnn!It’s your birthday! Let me celebrate!” My best friend LJ begs. “LJ I don’t know! You know how awkward I am! How am I supposed to watch half naked men dance without dying of embarrassment?!” I say, staring at the phone where LJ was facetiming me. “We’ll just get a few drinks in you. This is non negotiable, (Y/N). Be ready to go by 6.” She says, hanging up before I can respond. I turn to stare at my closet, trying to figure out what one wears to strip club. At around 5:30 I hear a knock on my door. When I open it, LJ is standing there holding a stack of clothes and a bag, most likely of makeup. “I knew you were gonna use the ‘I have nothing to wear’ excuse on me. So I brought the Cavalry.” She says, and my other two friends Lys, Megan, and Kass. In less than 30 minutes we were all completely ready. “You’re so gonna get laid tonight.” Kass says, a cheshire like smile appearing on her face. “I know I plan to.” LJ says, wiggling her eyebrows. “The Uber is downstairs!” Lys says. We all head down to the car and pile in. LJ tells the driver to head to The Spiders Web. It was about 15 minutes before we got to the club. Lys tipped the driver and we all piled out. There was two bouncers at the door who honestly looked like they themselves could be strippers. One was tall, blonde, and muscled. The other was slightly shorter than the blonde, but equally as muscled. His long brown hair was pulled back into a bun and a sprinkling of stubble across his well defined jaw. They were both gorgeous and slightly intimidating. “ID please.” The blonde said. We all showed our IDs and they let us in. LJ whispered something to the host. The host, whose name tag read Jacob, lead us to a table right in front of the large catwalk stage. LJ reached into her large tote and pulled out a tiara and a sash that read “Birthday Princess”. She forced me to put them on, and I complained the entire time. A beautiful woman with a nametag that read Erin came over to our table to get our drinks. Kass orders everyone the house special called Spider Venom. The drinks come and a voice comes over the speakers “The show will begin soon. Please find your seats. You can get singles at the bar.” LJ hands me a stack of singles and the other 3 pull out their own stacks. “Y'all are in for a good show tonight. Your friend convinced Tom to do a special set all for you. Lucky girl. He’s absolutely fuckable.” Erin says, her eyes going a little dreamy. “The boys are the only reason I got this job. Who doesn’t want to look at that all night?” She asks rhetorically. I giggle and Erin walks back over to the bar, where a stunning woman was pouring drinks. Megan was currently staring at the girl behind the bar, her mouth agape. “Megnogg your gay is showing.” I say with a laugh. “I’m gonna try to get in her pants.” Megan says, nodding to herself. “Go for it, Megatron.” LJ says, looking at a particularly handsome blonde waiter. He notices her gaze and winks at her. She flushes bright red and looks back down at the black and red drink in front of her. “Looks like LJ might be getting some too.” Kass chuckles. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to The Spiders Web. I am your host Scarlett. Please welcome Harrison to the stage!” A redheaded woman says from the platform by the stage. A tall muscled man comes out on stage with a cowboy hat, a flannel shirt, and blue jeans hanging deliciously from his waist. The first few chords of ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ start playing. As he strips, LJ basically eye fucks him. From the look in his eye when he looks at her, he’s doing the same. “Oh my fuck, that’s the waiter from earlier!” LJ realizes, her mouth falling open. He hears her and winks, walking over in front of our table and crouching, grabbing her by the back of her head and basically thrusting his hips at her face. She tucks a wad of bills in the front of his pants and tries to hide the fact that she just grabbed his dick. “Meet me backstage.” He says to her, with a thick British accent. She nods quickly and he moves to finish his set. LJ grabs her bags, turns to us, says “Bye bitches! Don’t wait up!” with a huge grin and heads backstage. “YEAH LJ GET THAT DICK!” Lys screams, already slightly drunk. We all laugh as the lights go back up. Megan scoops up her empty cup and walks over to the bar. We probably wouldn’t see her for the rest of the time here. “Our next performance has been dedicated to one of our patrons! Can (Y/N) (Y/L/N) please make her way to the stage?” Scarlett asks, scanning the crowd. “What did you do!” I hiss at Lys. “You’ll see!” She says with a dopey grin on her face. I stand up and adjust my skirt, walking up the stairs to the stage. “My, my, you are a pretty one. Hell you’re just his type too. He’s gonna have lots of fun with this one, ladies and gents!” The redhead chuckles. “Have a seat, honey.” She says, pointing at a chair situated on the catwalk. I sit awkwardly, feeling all eyes on me. That is, they’re all on me until the beat of a familiar song starts. There are screams and cheers when the dancer comes out behind me. “Please welcome Tom to stage!” I hear Scarlett say.
It’s your birthday so I know you want to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip more weezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good but I know you want to cry out
You say you want passion (I think you found it) Get ready for action (don’t be astounded) We switching positions (you feel surrounded) Tell me where you want your gift girl
I’m suddenly eye to eye with a man’s crotch. My gaze raises over a set of washboard abs and up to stunning face. I swear he was the most handsome man on the planet. Big brown eyes and curly brown hair. A cheeky smirk and a jaw that could cut glass. He was dressed in a white button up, suspenders, a skinny tie, and dress pants. “Hello darling.” he says, a British accent clear in his voice. The way he says darling makes my insides clench up. His voice is higher than I expected but it’s still so many and sexual. He circles me, an almost predatory look on his face. He stops in front of me and grabs my legs spreading them forcefully, forcing my skirt to ride up. He grabs my hips and thrusts against me in time with the best of the music. My face flushes brightly and I gap at the feeling of his body on mine. It sent electricity into my skin and I craved more.
Girl you know I, I, I I’ve been feeling Woke up in the late night been dreaming about your loving Girl you know I, I, I Don’t need candles and cake Just need your body to make good
Birthday sex It’s the best day of the year girl Birthday sex If hes not, he’s not, lemme hit that g-spot, g-spot girl
He loosens his tie as he studies me, his brown curls falling down onto his forehead, and removes the tie throwing behind us. He slides the suspenders off of his shoulders, so that they are hanging by his side. He straddles me and thrusts against my stomach, picking my hands up and running them along his chest. His muscles are hard underneath soft skin, his happy trail tickling my hand.
See you sexy in them jeans got me on ten 1,2,3, think I got you pinned Don’t tap out fighting 'til the end Ring that bell and we gone start over again
We grinding with passion 'Cause it’s your birthday Been at it for hours I know you thirsty You kiss me so sweetly Taste just like Hershey’s Just tell me how you want your gift girl
He gets off of me and rips off his pants, leaving him in a tiny black thong. He picks me up by my thighs and moved me so that my legs are are wrapped around his waist. He leans me back and thrusts against me. I can feel that his hard on against my entrance as his hips meet mine. I gasp as I watch his body move, dirty thoughts filling my mind, imagining all of the dirty things I would do to him if we were alone.
Or maybe we can float on top my water bed You close your eyes as I end prop. between your legs We work our way from kitchen stoves and tables Girl you know I’m more than able to please… Yeah
You say you wanted flowers on the bed But you got me and hours on the bed
He sets me down back down on the chair and pecks me on the cheek. “Happy birthday, darling.” He says with a small dopey smile. He runs off stage and I shakily stand up a go back to our table. “Holy fuck. You just basically fucked him through your clothes!” Lys says, her eyes wide. “I know!” I giggle. Jacob, the host, walks over and whispers “Tom wants to talk to you backstage. Seems you really made an impression on him.” in my ear. “Really!?!” I ask surprised. “Yes.” Jacob chuckles. I stand up again, my stomach full of butterflies. Jacob lead the way back the way that LJ had come. We pass a door marked ‘Harrison’ and I hear moaning and LJ faintly begging “Harder, daddy.” I shudder a little and continue to follow Jacob.
He leads me to a door marked ‘Tom’ “He’s a really sweet kid. He’s never invited someone back here. Ever. You must be special.” Jacob says, turning to leave. I knock on the door and Tom opens it, fully clothed in sweatpants and a loose muscle tee. “Hello darling! Please come in.” He says, holding the door wide so that I can walk inside. He points at a small table with two chairs and says “Sit. I have a gift for you.” I do as he says and he walks over to a small mini fridge and pulls out a cupcake. Tom sets the cupcake in front of me and sits in the other chair. “Happy birthday!” He says. I swipe my finger into the icing on top of the cupcake and suck it off of my finger tip. “I never did get to ask you what your name is, sweets.” He says, looking into my eyes with a sweet smile on his face. “(Y/N) (L/N).” I say admiring his dimples. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Tom is my real name by the way. Tom Holland.” “Good to know.” I say with a grin. I look down at the forgotten cupcake in between us and wordlessly motioned for him to have some. “Can I be honest with you?” He asks, running the back of his neck with his palm. “Of course!” I reply, searching his face for a clue of what he was feeling. “There is only one thing I want to eat in the room right now and it’s not the cupcake.” He says, looking back up at me with smouldering eyes. I gasp and my lower regions tingle at his words. He gets up out of his chair and walks over to me. “I’m not usually this forward. I really do like you. But that skirt has my mind going wild and I want nothing more than to feel you come all over my tongue tonight.” He says, grabbing me by the chin. “Is that okay?” He asks, searching my eyes. I nod and he moves his face to lock his lips on mine. The kiss was frantic and needy and I knew that he was desperate to touch me. He picks me up like he did earlier and presses me against a wall. He moves his lips down my neck and across my chest until he reaches the zippered front to my dress. He slides the zipper down to reveal my black lace bra. He leaves a line of kisses across the top of the bra, teasing me. He reaches his hands into the cups and pulls out my breasts, folding the cups down to support them. He lowers his mouth onto one of my nipples, taking it into his mouth. He sucks on it and swirls his tongue around it. “Tom!” I gasp as he feeling of pleasure shoots through me. He tightens his grip on my ass and lifts me from the wall, moving me to the small couch. He sides the zipper of my dress all the way down and then removes it from my body. I move to cover myself but he catches my hands and says “Don’t cover yourself, pretty girl. I want to see you.” he slides his hand down to my covered heat, running me through the lace of my panties. I moan at the feeling and he kisses me to silence the small sounds coming out of me. He slides his hand into my panties, feeling my slick on his fingers. He plunges one finger into me and pumps it a few times, causing my to gasp his name and let out a few small moans. He removes his fingers, leaving me whining at the loss of contact. He slides the finger that was just inside of me into his mouth, sucking my wetness off of it. He grabs the sides of my panties and slides them off my legs and tucks them into the back pocket of his sweatpants. He spreads my legs and puts them over his shoulders. He moves so that he is eye level with my cunt and licks a long thin strip through my heat. He explores my entrance with his tongue. My hips jump as he finds my clit and he licks circles around it as he slides two fingers into me. He sucks on my clit and thrusts his fingers in and out of me. I reach down and tangle my hands in his chocolate brown curls. He moans on my clit as I tug on his hair, and the moan sends vibrations throughout my body. “Oh my god Tom.” I gasp as he continues to eat me out and finger me. He removes his finger and moves his mouth down, sliding his tongue into me, and he begins fucking me with the thick appendage. “Fuck. Tom don’t stop.” I gasp,my orgasm close. He moans into my pussy and I come undone. I scream out his name and ride his face until the waves of pleasure stop. “That was so amazing.” I say breathlessly as he stands and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and it sends a jolt of pleasure to my already sensitive nether regions. “Would it be okay if I asked you out? I don’t want a one time thing. I just couldn’t stop myself tonight. I like you (Y/N).” He says, rubbing the back of his neck, something I was coming to learn meant he was nervous. “Of course it’s alright, Tommy. I like you too.” I say with a giggle. “Really?!” He asks excitedly. “Yes honey!” I say. “Do you want to have dinner with me? Tomorrow night?” He asks, his brown eyes lighting up with excitement. “Yes.” I say, slipping my dress back over my hips. “Can I have my panties back?” I ask looking at him as he tried to fix his sex hair. “No darling. These are mine now.” He says with a cheeky grin. “Happy Birthday, Princess.” He says, kissing me on the cheek.
If you cope with their existence by imagining them as misunderstood or ‘a bit creepy’, to tone down the horrors of demonic possession then this is NOT the headcanon for you. Move along. Nothing to see here. You’ve been warned.
@rcmclachlan mentioned this the other day, and i can’t stop thinking about it, so:
on yuri plisetsky’s 16th birthday, i think it’s important that we talk about a sixteen candles AU, where everyone has forgotten yuri’s birthday because his half brother and family golden child victor nikiforov is getting married on the same day. (victor didn’t mean it– they’re just half brothers and he’s kind of clueless, and no one in the family reminded him?? he’s sorry, but also the event space is booked and the invitations went out, and you understand, right?) even worse, victor is marrying the Love Of Yuri’s Young Life, yuuri katsuki, who yuri saw first before victor was ever his brother, when he was the plisetsky’s Hot Older Neighbor, and maybe once when yuri was four and learning to ride a bike, he skinned his knee, and yuuri was the one to put a band-aid on his knee and sit with him on the curb and encourage him to get up and try again. maybe he used to babysit yuri (which, yuri didn’t need a babysitter, he was totally old enough to stay home by himself, and he would publicly throw a fit about it, but secretly loved having yuuri over, letting him watch the Bad Channels and bringing over bowls of his mom’s katsudon).
yuri of course bitches about this to his best (and only) friend otabek at school. otabek is hopelessly in love with yuri, and tortures himself by letting yuri tell him about how he thinks yuuri katsuki is so beautiful he wants to slap him in his dumb, awful face, and how much he hates that his family loves yuuri so much and is so happy for victor that they’d rather call yuri ‘yurio’. otabek is a senior and can’t be yurio’s plus one at the wedding, which is devastating to both of them, because his mom’s planned to take him on a trip to a college he’s been accepted to in fall. otabek is also probably going slowly insane from hearing about yuuri katsuki all the goddamn time, and before he leaves to go on the trip, he tells yuri to just tell yuuri already, if he really loves him so much!!! which he later regrets, because yuri totally does.
the night before the wedding, and yuri’s sixteenth birthday, yuri goes over to the katsuki’s house to confess his love, because yuuri’s staying with his parents the night before the wedding one last time. and maybe yuuri is the only person who remembered yuri’s birthday, and he got him a gift, and yuri is so mad about it, because can’t yuuri see that he’s his soulmate, he’s furious. and he has a small gift for yuri, and brings out some katsudon and puts a candle in it for yuri to blow out as they sit on the dining room table. and then yuri angrily tells yuuri that victor is terrible and the worst and that they can’t get married, because he loves yuuri more, and he saw yuuri first, and it isn’t fair. and yuuri turns him down so sweetly, so kindly, that yuri can’t even be mad about it. “you know that’s a line we can never cross,” yuuri says, and yuri does know, but he still hates it and wants to pretend, and, “i hope you’ll come to the wedding tomorrow. if you’re good, you can have first dance after victor.”
yuri goes to the wedding and it’s awful, and yuuri looks handsome with his hair slicked back and a well-fitting suit, too handsome, and even more infuriating is that victor looks handsome too, and he cries when they’re trading vows and yuri is just like, if it were me, i wouldn’t cry (he would, though). they go to the reception and yuuri and victor haven’t shown up yet and yuri’s not sure he wants to see the happy couple officially married, so he escapes outside the venue just in time to see otabek roll up in a hurry, tie still undone and hair messy–he’d had his mom drive them back early, and this is the soonest he could get here. and maybe that’s when yuri realizes that otabek is actually all the things that he always thought yuuri could be, like he’s this real person instead of a fantasy. and so maybe he begrudgingly asks if otabek wants to dance (and otabek asks him “to make yuuri jealous?” and yuri just says, “no, just–just because i want to dance with you, okay?”), so they go inside and dance and have fun at the wedding and maybe kiss once or twice or five times–okay, they make out messily and gross like the teenagers they are in a supply closet and are rudely interrupted by yuuri and victor trying to sneak away to do the same thing.
Summary: James Barnes is the strongest and youngest Laird in Scotland. He’s starting to learn his family’s trade but he can’t seem to focus with only one thing on his mind, the cute healer that’s his mother’s apprentice, you.
The word lair is a designation afforded the owner of a large estate in Scotland, it is the Scottish word for lord, but holds no nobility or power.
I also have zero knowledge on Scottish Lairship. I’m using the information I looked up on google and my imagination, please be gentle if stuff if inaccurate.
Mo ghràdh: scottish gaelic for my love.
Word Count: 2.3k+
Warnings: swearing, lil bit of angst, lil bit of fluff, brief mentions of smut & sexy times but nothing explicit.
This was bad, very, very, very bad.
I had fallen head over heels in love with the head Lairs’ son, Lair James Barnes. I know that they technically hold no power because they don’t have noble blood coursing through their veins, but they owned nearly of the land in the Highlands, even though Queen Mary controlled the entire nation. They had money and unintentional power, and that’s dangerous. I’m just a simple girl that’s learning how to become a healer. I had no intention of falling in love with him. It just… happened.
summary: “I was thinking hyungwon as a single dad would be super hot so could I have a single dad hyungwon au where he’s got a son/daughter and he starts bringing them to daycare where you work and the first day he brings his kid he sees you and you’re trying to ask him questions but you’re so pretty and he’s really flustered around you and when he sees you with his kid his heart just melts and he’s always asking his kid about ‘miss y/n’ and the kid is so over it”
category: fluff, single father!hyungwon, nurse!hyungwon
a/n: this ends in dialogue but hopefully it’s not as messy as it seems i don’t know. anyway i think this is one of the cutest things i’ve written so pls enjoy and support monsta x thanks
Woosung was Hyungwon’s pride and joy. No matter how dark things got, or how gloomy the world seemed, it was okay, because Woosung would always be there when he got home.
Plot: It’s Baekhyun’s birthday and he’s in for a surprise.
Happy belated birthday, Byun Baekhyun. ❤️ This guy right here is the love of my life. My ultimate bias and the light of everyone’s life. I hope he stays happy and healthy forever. He deserves all the happiness because he blesses my life and many others with it everyday. Thanks for everything, Baekhyun. ❤️❤️❤️
It was the day before Baekhyun’s birthday. The boys were on their way back to their hotel in Macau for a show which they had just completed and a festival which they would be performing at the following day. The day of Baekhyun’s birthday.
Baekhyun engaged in conversation with Junmyeon, Xiumin and Yixing as the four of them sat together in the small van. The other five members were in a different van because there was no way all nine of them could fit into the vehicle. The driver hummed to himself, not at all paying any mind to the chatter resonating across the car.
Mark He would be so slow and careful with grabbing the newborn, hugging him close to his chest. “You look sleepy. You’re making me cry and you didn’t even do anything.” He would get a little teary eyed about the small face peering at him and would sing him to sleep.
Jaebum Jaebum would be so happy to hold his little girl. He would sit in the chair and hold her hand in his own and just grin. “She’s beautiful, Y/N.. Thank you for blessing me with her.”
Jackson Jackson would get so emotional holding his newborn daughter. He would sit beside your bed in the chair and just cry whilst admiring the beautiful human he had brought into the world. “I told you I would cry..”
Jinyoung “Look at my handsome boy. Mommy is crying too, lets cuddle and go to sleep.” He would be so happy he couldn’t stop smiling. He would hold his son in his arms and lay in the bed with you. “Ahh, such a wonderful family we are, yeah?”
Youngjae He wouldn’t say anything which worried you a little bit. He was sitting beside the bed with his son asleep in his arms and a cute little grin on his face. Are you okay Youngjae? “I want to cry but yes, I’m fine. He’s a sleepy little boy.”
BamBam He would NOT let anyone take his daughter from him. He would just be a giggling and playful mess. “You’re only an hour old and I’m trying to play with you. Gosh, you’re a cute little thing! Let daddy give you kisses.” He would kiss her on the forehead and just giggle more at her. He’s an excited and hyped man about his baby. “She looks so much like my mom it’s crazy. I can’t wait until my mom meets her!”
Yugyeom “I can hold him?” He’s your child Yugyeom, of course you can hold him. He would scoop the small boy into his arms and gasp softly. “He’s so little, Y/N. I’m scared I’ll drop him.” He would be extremely nervous about holding the baby but would also be really happy about it. Yugyeom would snake his way into the hospital bed and lay his head on on your shoulder whilst holding your baby.
(A/N: I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT GAME OF THRONES IS COMING BACK SOON! I’M SO EXCITED BUT SCARED FOR WHAT’S ABOUT TO COME.)
Summary: (Y/N) has been stuck in Winterfell as the Boltons took over. Just a regular servant, she tries to stay out of their way, doing their bidding as not to be punished. But she hears rumours of her lover coming back to reclaim his home and a little bit of hope comes back to her.
Characters: Jon Snow x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
Warnings: Some violence and swearing but mostly fluff
I brought my knees to my chest, covering my mouth to mask the heavy breathing. I tried to stay as quiet as I could, silently sobbing to myself. This was terrifying. There was no telling how long I had been hunched up in this wardrobe, hiding away from any of the guards. Ramsay Bolton had been ruling over Winterfell, he was a terrible man, a psychotic man. Everyone had seen the way he treated Theon and Sansa just before they escaped; I wouldn’t wish Ramsay upon my worst enemy.
Why had everything turned to shit? When had it turned to shit? Actually, I knew when that happened, for me at least. Personally my life felt like it was ending as soon as my love, Jon Snow, told me he was leaving for the wall. Jon and I had been deeply in love, him being a bastard to the infamous Ned Stark and me being a simple servant in their house. It had happened so suddenly, we had just been in a normal conversation and then we both realised it. Our love for each other grew each day, he had even mentioned marriage. Then he just left. One morning he had told me he was leaving for the Wall because he felt out of place here. It had hurt me so badly, but I was so in love with him that I ignored that and let him go.
Of course everything bad happened after that. Ned, with his two daughters Sansa and Arya, travelled to Kings Landing, he was beheaded because of treason, Sansa was trapped there and Arya was nowhere to be found; Bran and Rickon were also missing, the eldest of them all, Robb, along with his mother were killed at his own wedding. The Starks had gone through so much. I had truly loved working for them, they were never cruel. So when the Boltons took over, a harsh reality hit us all in the face.
Everyday I missed Jon more and more, tempted to leave and join the Wall myself. It was a stupid fantasy of mine. I would ride all the way out there to be with him and become the first woman to join the Watch. I was such a stupid girl.
I then realised that it had gone quiet. There were no cantering of horse’s hooves, the shouts of men battling or the clashing of weapons. Slowly unraveling my body, the door creaked open and I tiptoed towards the window. It felt wrong, why was it so silent out there? Has we won? He the Boltons won?! With my body shaking, I peeked out the window, immediately spotting the giant that was laying face down in the ground with multiple arrows sticking out of its back. What had happened in this battle?! I had only ever heard of giants as a child when my parents would tell me stories. However, I came distracted by something else.
The silence was broken as a man started to harshly beat Ramsay. I couldn’t see his face but was glad that someone was taking out everyones anger on him. He wasn’t stopping anytime soon, blood masking Ramsay’s face now. Unless someone stopped him, Ramsay was going to end up dead, which wasn’t a problem in my eyes, though I believed that he deserved a car worse death than this. Apparently someone else thought that too, shouting at the man to stop; I recognised that voice, sighing in relief when I spotted Sansa, so happy that she was alive. As she yelled at him to stop, the man lifted his face, and I couldn’t stop the shocked gasp that left my lips.
I dashed outside to the wall, needing to see if my eyes were deceiving me. I hadn’t realised my body was shaking until I stood still. The man slowly stood, looking at the young Stark girl, then to me. He was covered in mud and blood, that along with his armour masking who he was. But I could recognise those blue eyes any day. Jon was here, he had come back.
We gazed at each other for a few more seconds before he sprinted towards the stairs that lead to the wall. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t believe he was here, after all those years. Without hesitating he threw his arms around my much smaller body, gripping on tightly as I did the same. I was crying again, this has to be some sort of dream. After all this time being stuck in a nightmare was my since finally here to wake me up? Jon was the first to pull away, but quickly placed his lips on mine. I didn’t want to let go, ever.
Finally seperating, I took in how he looked. It had been years since I saw him, so things were bound to change. The Wall had changed him too; he was much broader and looked stronger, his features now more defined. He had become even more handsome, if that was even possible.
“(Y/N).” he breathed out.“You’re here. You’re still here.”
I sniffled.“Of course I am. I could never leave, I always thought that you might come back.”
He smiled.“You shouldn’t have done that, but I’m glad you did.”
“Snow!” a gruff voice called from below. His men were waiting further orders.
I blushed realising that they had seen all of that. We laughed together, it was amazing to feel happiness again.
He leaned down, his forehead resting on mine as he held my hands.“I need to see to my men, but I promise that I will come back to you. Wait in my old room, I will be there as soon as possible.”
I paced across the floor in anticipation, nervousness filling me. I had always been a shy girl, especially around Jon. He seemed bolder now. From what had happened earlier, it seemed like nothing had changed, but what would happen now? He had defeated the Boltons but was he going after anyone else?
The door opened and I spun round, smiling as he walked in. His face wasn’t covered in mud so much, he must have cleaned up just as I had. I held out a hand to him, making him sit down as I grabbed a bowl and cloth.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I filled the cloth in the warm water.“You’re still a mess. I want to see your face properly.”
I was about to sit on the chair across from him, when he pulled me onto his lap. Giggling, I relaxed as his hands went to my waist and I started to wipe away the dirt. He watched me intently but I wasn’t bothered by it.
“I’m sorry.” he suddenly said as I began to dry his face.
I stopped for a second, confused at what he had said.“What? Why are you sorry?”
“For leaving you. Look what happened to this place! I had always wanted to come back to you. When I found out the Boltons were here, I prayed that you were not hurt, or worse…..”
“Do not be sorry. You’re back now, that’s all that matters.”
“As for the future, I don’t know what’s going to happen. The Lannisters are still out there, somehow still in charge-”
“You can’t be serious? Going after the Lannisters?”
“Like I said, I don’t know what will happen. Apart from one thing.”
“And what is that?”
“That you will be by my side for the rest of my life.”
I blushed again, trying to hide it as I kissed him.
“And another thing?”
“That you’ll marry me.”
My mouth fell open, eyes widened. Had he really just asked me that? My one wish was finally coming true.
I nodded frantically.“Of course I will. That’s all I’ve ever wanted since I met you.”
More historical weirdness w/ hamilton (im not that other anon but I wanted to add to it) Burr, charismatic, 'handsome' guy who was known for being v loyal to his friends and having a lot of them. He was so loved he made grown men cry when he left the senate. Actual precious cinnamon roll and was v open abt his feminist views. Now look at musical Burr.
Burr accidentally set his arm on fire by a candle once He wrote it in some letter I just need to find the link again