her face says everything

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#StopRegina’sSuffering2k17

Let’s hold the phone and recall that

In season 1, Sansa:

  • Younger brother Bran was thrown off a tower and left crippled for life. 
  • Had to deal with the death of her Direwolf by the hands of the people she loved and admired so. 
  • Engaged in a bitter feud with Arya over the above. 
  • Witnessed a man dying in the Hand’s tourney. 
  • Dismissed by Joffrey throughout the year until suddenly he decided to play the gentleman. 
  • Had to deal with her father being arrested and her sister up and disappearing. 
  • Forced to beg for her father’s life and was promised he was allowed to live by her future husband only for her so called love of her life to order his execution right in front of her. 
  • Dealing with daily tortures and beatings from Joffrey. 
  • Forced to watch her father’s head and everybody else from Winterfell who came with them rot in spikes. 
  • Told Joffrey Robb would fucking destroy him. 
  • Considered going over the edge with Joffrey a great sane idea.

In season2, Sansa:

  • So frightened out of her mind by Joffrey that one wrong word would be the beating of her but still managed to trick his arse to save Ser Dontos. 
  • Continued to put up with daily beatings everytime Robb won a victory. 
  • Managed to make a friend in Shae. 
  • Dealt with Cersei’s constant digs just as much as Joffrey’s beatings. 
  • Nearly raped by a mob of folk and left to her fate by Joffrey, only just being saved by the hound. 
  • So terrified of Joffrey finding out she was “fit” to have his children that she tried to burn evidence of her having her period. 
  • Continued to put on a brave face and saying she is loyal to her beloved Joffrey despite everything. 
  • Had to deal with Cersei’s drunken ass and the idea of being raped, not saved as Stannis’ army approached. 
  • Also dealt with the hound in her own room and bravely made the smart decision in staying behind. 
  • Faced the idea of being Joffrey’s chew boy with even less value after he shoved her aside for Margaery.

In season3, Sansa:

  • Made some powerful allies with Olenna, Margaery and Loras and entertained the idea of actually marrying Loras so she could finally be free in Highgarden and away from the hell that is Kings Landing. 
  • So worried about Margaery’s safety that she told the truth about Joffrey. 
  • Actually gave her potential marriage with Loras a HUGE shot. 
  • So much so that she refuses Littlefinger’s idea to escape. 
  • But the troubling news of Tyrion marrying her instead hits her like a ton of bricks. 
  • And Littlefinger’s opportunity to escape is no longer open. 
  • Faces the possibility of losing her virginity to a man not suitable for her. 
  • Pretty much marries Tyrion and is humiliated throughout the day by what is happening but continues to soldier on. 
  • Tells a cold truth to Tyrion that she may never want him in her bed even though he could rape her if he wanted to. 
  • But despite that does try to make things pleasant with him. Best out of a bad bunch and all that. 
  • News of Catelyn and Robb’s death hits her. She has no true chance of escaping Kings Landing that she knows of now.

In season4, Sansa:

  • Mourned the deaths of her entire family and sunk in so much depression. 
  • No longer even finding comfort in prayers. 
  • Continued to deal with the likes of Joffrey mocking Robb’s death. 
  • Fished out of Kings Landing in a way that makes her look completely guilty in killing Joffrey. 
  • Shae also betrays her and drags her name through the mud. 
  • And Ser Dontos wasn’t even in it to save her because she saved him; only for the money. 
  • Taken to the Vale where her crazy aunt Lysa is completely and utterly jealous of her relationship with Littlefinger. 
  • Deals with Robin who is completely disrespectful and fucks up her escape from reality via the snow castle of Winterfell. 
  • Is constantly abused by Lysa. 
  • And Littlefinger continues to make creepy advances towards her. 
  • Which eventually causes Lysa to snap and try to kill her, only to be killed by Petyr. 
  • Sansa then has to cover up the murder so she can have some agency through Petyr as the father figure of the Lord of the vale and not face the Unknown.

In season5, Sansa:

  • Refuses Brienne’s help because (logically) she saw her bow to Joffrey despite supposably being Catelyn’s knight. 
  • Agrees to go along with marrying the son of a man who killed her brother in order to get her family home back as well as the fact she doesn’t even have a choice in the matter. This IS Littlefinger we are talking about here, the matter was already decided and she knew that. 
  • Has to deal with her childhood home being so corrupted. 
  • Has to deal with ghosts. 
  • Has to deal with a shady ass jealous lover of Ramsay’s following her arse. 
  • Comes face to face with Theon, the man who supposably killed Bran and Rickon. 
  • Deals with Ramsay’s parade of showing Theon about and has to dine with the man who killed her brother and betrayed her mother. 
  • Eventually marries Ramsay at sacred ground and is raped by him in her bedroom. 
  • Locked in that chamber for supposably months if Fat Walda’s pregnancy is to go by being constantly abused and raped by Ramsay. 
  • Chance at breaking out is betrayed by Theon, and as a result the woman who tried to help her also dies. 
  • Breaks out only to see Stannis once again fail to save her. 
  • Is so done with her life that she is ready to accept death at the hands of Myranda. 
  • With no other option, Sansa grabs Theon’s hand and jumps off a FUCKING TOWER with no certainly if they are going to make it as the alternative is just too horrific to imagine.

In season6; Sansa:

  • Survives her fall and is forced to run into the absolute freezing cold. 
  • And even BRAVES her way through a lake.
  • And is nearly dragged back to Winterfell only to be saved by Brienne.
  • But isn’t ready to give up Winterfell just yet as she knows there is nowhere for her or Jon to go without forever having to flee. And they need to set up a sanctuary for Bran, Rickon and Arya to go to if they are still alive. She is already gearing up to face the monster who made her life hell.
  • And that couldn’t be more clearer after he sends Jon the letter demanding he give her over or she will be raped and killed alongside their little brother Rickon. 
  • So vulnerable after everything that she cannot trust Jon enough after placing her trust in so many people to be let down time after time after time.
  • And she doesn’t even have the respect from the Northmen for actions she wasn’t in control of (marrying Tyrion and Ramsay); she’s more free than she has been for a long time but she still doesn’t have agency.
  • Accepts the likely possibility Rickon is going to die and prepares to kill herself if Ramsay wins and Jon dies.
  • So hardened and scarred by everything, that she watches Ramsay die with utter delight at the hands of his own hounds.
  • And even though she got Winterfell back alongside Jon; she isn’t recognised in her struggles and journey to get the home back by the North.

Now tell me this ain’t the most strongest character out there? She keeps on going on after taking hit after hit. I’m not so happy with some of the story deviations they made from the book, but Sansa Stark without a doubt remains the strongest and most fearless character out there after everything she’s been through.

Give the girl a medal. Shit, give her the heads of all her enemies so she can live the rest of her life in peace.

Bawson Soulmate AU

So… this was supposed to be just an AU idea for Bawson fic that someone could write but idk why I started writing it all out… Anyway …I know it must have certain plotholes but really, it’s no biggie. This was written for fun :D

Soulmate AU in which one can hear their soulmate’s thoughts (one sided).

Imagine Mike hearing some silly thoughts of a five-year-old girl or some inside jokes her little brain comes up with. And later, during games, him hearing some teenage girl’s voice in his head cheering him on, ‘You can do it, Mike!’. Or having breakfast and hearing ‘One day, Mike Lawson, I’m gonna marry you.’ or ‘Good night, Mike. You played well today.’ Or even random thoughts about dresses vs. baseball, his own stats, advice on how he could improve his play.

At first, it freaks him out - hearing her but not knowing her, feeling her joy and love? for him, this child-like fascination with Mike Lawson. It takes him some time but he gets used to it. The presence of her voice, her thoughts that pop every once in awhile in his head become oddly comforting so much so he learns to rely on them to help him sleep or focus before a game or even lift his spirits whenever the Padres lose because he can’t stand letting her down, this person who has become his constant companion, someone in whose musings he finds solace. It does wonders for his ego as well, he’s not gonna lie, being liked this much by someone.

Sometimes she’ll think of the most embarrassing things about him, how attractive he is, how good of a player he is, some cheesy jokes and he would laugh his ass off, thanking god this person exists because Mike thinks his life would be so dull without her curious and helpful insights.

*  *   *

She guards his rookie card like a dragon guards its treasure. Mike knows this because the girl’s scrambled thoughts let him know she got into a fight with someone who tried to play a joke on her and hid it. God, he wouldn’t want to find himself on her bad side seeing how she obliterates the person with her loud voice that manages to transfer into Mike’s brain - her rage is real.

*   *  *

Things change after he starts dating Rachel and the news goes public - the voice becomes somewhat sadder, possibly even angrier. Mike hopes it’s not because of him, that maybe there’s stuff happening in her life making her feel and think the way she does. Actually, he knows there’s something happening because she keeps thinking of her mom and someone named - Kevin? and there are random curses and swearing which sadden him. Mike wants to be able to comfort her the way she comforted him, but he can’t.

*   *   *

He hears her pray for his broken knees, pray for his recovery, pray that he’ll be able to play again as tiny sobs make their way into his mind as well. It’s her blind faith in him and that unconditional support she offers to a player she happens to like that push him to give his all on the field and now too, as he fights for his career, for the opportunity to play again. He makes it through, her ‘Go, Lawson!’ drawing a smile on his face long after he had forgotten how to smile. Rachel’s is there too of course, but… he can’t compare her and the girl. They both provide him with something he needs just in different ways. (Secretly though, Mike’s just too afraid to admit to himself her support means more, so much more than Rachel’s ever did.)

*   *   *

After a few years of dating, Rachel and he get married; it’s nothing too pompous though there are a few reporters that take their pictures. They appear a few hours later on one website and spread like wildfire all over the Internet.

That night is the last time he hears her. Her last thought he hears is ‘What did ya think, not like you’re going to marry him, you fool get over your stupid teenage crush’ but it’s more like her recollecting someone else’s words mocking her than her own disappointment with him.

*  *  *

The voice becomes silent after that, making him worry something had happened to its owner. However, there’s nothing he can do since he knows nothing about this person, this girl who has been his greatest cheerleader for years.

*   *   *

He misses it, her. Rachel notices but doesn’t ask. It’s for the best, anyway. Mike is not sure he would even be able to explain the hollowness he feels in his chest due to her absence. Sometimes he wonders if Rachel hears her own soulmate’s thoughts… They’ve never discussed it, never talked about the fact they are together but aren’t supposed to be. 

*   *   *

They make it work somehow and Mike is happy with Rachel - until he isn’t.

It starts with them bickering over his travelling all the time and not settling with her. Her job’s in LA and she will not move to San Diego just to  work on some shitty local network. He wants kids but Rachel’s not ready to be a parent. He’s ok with that at first, thinking now is not the time, but she will eventually be ready. Then he realises, she never will be.

*   *   *

The fights and yelling continue. Both of them are too tense, snapping at each other every chance they get so they decide it is for the best they take a break.

*   *   *

Mike isn’t even that surprised when Rachel tells him about the affair, about her meeting her soulmate and wanting to be with him. Elated, she tells him what it was like to see him for the first time and hear his voice outside her head. The smile doesn’t disappear off her face as Mike swallows down everything he wants to say. He doesn’t blame her (not too much), he wants to be with his soulmate too.

*   *   *

The divorce is bittersweet - after all, Mike got used to having Rachel around just like he got used to not hearing the girl’s voice. It takes him a few months to recover and his aching back and knees are no help whatsoever. His teammates keep commenting on his growing grumpiness but Mike shrugs them off since he can’t afford to focus on that. Not now when he has another rookie pitcher coming and all eyes are on him to make it work.

It’s a girl rookie, and so far, Mike hasn’t heard anything about her. He spends a few days watching her tapes, studying her play, posture, stats. She’s not bad but he needs to see her in action on field with him to get the real picture.

*   *   *

It’s her voice chanting his name that wakes him up in the middle of the night, ‘Mike Lawson, tomorrow. Mike Lawson, tomorrow’. 

Mike doesn’t know how he should feel. He’s ecstatic she’s back. Hearing her again after so long feels like winning World Series. At the same time, it’s scares him. Tomorrow? Is it some kind of warning? Is something going to happen?

He struggles but finally falls asleep again holding onto her voice.

*   *   *

He arrives at Petco and heads to the locker room, changes quickly and goes out into the field. He’s about to grab the bat when his head starts pounding, footsteps echoing in his ears and her 'I didn’t see Mike Lawson out there’.

 There where?

He shakes his head and sips some water to calm himself. What the hell?

*     *    *

Mike is talking to some of his teammates when her loud internal squeal breaks his concentration and assaults his ears. He shifts his gaze from his teammates to collect himself because this sound, it’s getting louder and louder.

And just then he notices a girl in Padres jacket standing at the dugout and he hears 'act cool, act cool, act cool, don’t freak out’ so loud he’s afraid his eardrums are going to burst.

What in the world?!

He moves towards her and his palms start sweating, his throat goes dry, and his legs feel like they’re made of lead.

She practically jumping on her feet, smiling brightly, dimples set deep on her face.

 It’ can’t be, right? Of course it’s not her, No way.

Mike internally chastises himself and adopts his usual persona, the carefree playboy catcher as he approaches her. This is just his new rookie.

‘Look what we got here Ginny Baker, in the flesh.’  He congratulates himself on managing to stay calm and say those words with ease he does not feel.

She stars to speak, 'I should tell you, I have your rookie card-’

And  knocks the fucking air out if his lungs.

*    *    *   *   *

She’s back home, in one of her rare visits since her dad died. She’s with her mom at the supermarket, the first time she hears him,

'What if she wants kids, just not with me? What if she’s still waiting for her-’

The thought is cut off which is good since Ginny is about to have a breakdown right there in the middle of the store. Her mom is looking at her like she’s grown a second head and it is then Ginny realises she had screamed. Her hands are shaking but she assures her mom it was nothing more but a nasty cramp.

Ginny dismisses the event as her brain being exhausted after the yelling match she had with Will that day. It was nothing really.

*   *   *

Only, the voice emerges again, and this time Ginny takes notice of the pain and despair it’s laced with that making her sad all of a sudden.

'I can’t do this anymore, I can’t.’

And it sounds eerily like Mike lawson’s voice. Which is insane. Completely and utterly insane. ‘Get over it, Ginny,’ she tells herself.

She doesn’t.

*   *   *

It continues happening, his voice popping up at the most inconvenient times - sometimes when she’s in the shower, sometimes in her sleep, sometimes during games which is especially dangerous since her connection to him, the owner of the voice, has become stronger and her feelings are all jumbled when it comes to him making it that much harder to focus on pitching.

But she got Mike Lawson’s voice stuck in her head, all the struggles he’s facing with his divorce and it pains her to know how deeply it affects him. More than anything, his hurt over a failed marriage, a failed family, makes her want to call him immediately and console him. Him thinking she’s a crazy stalker calling him in the middle of the night stops her from doing so.

*   *   *

She signs for Padres and her excitement is only ruined by his voice and doubt he displays in her abilities.

'A female pitcher? Yeah right.’

What the hell? Does he even know how good she is? And what’s with that snarky and dismissive attitude?

*  *  *

Ginny block out the voice in the weeks following the signing and moving to San Diego. She blocks out everything and everyone.

*   *  *

When she steps in the hallway leading to the locker-room, Amelia, Oscar and Al by her side, something inside of her stirs. She can’t pinpoint what it is exactly… maybe it’s just the overwhelming feeling of being at Petco, of making history, or even meeting her idol.

*   *   *

When she goes out to the field one of the first things, or rather persons, she notices is him, Mike Lawson. He looks so fine even from this distance and Ginny can’t contain her excitement.

He notices her and after exchanging a few words with his teammates he starts approaching her. Her  heart beats wild in her chest and she has to clench her fists and bite the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from screaming out his name.

 'Act cool, act cool, act cool, don’t freak out’, she chants.

Mike Lawson’s standing in front of her, hands on his hips and that smug smile she’s seen on far too many photos.

‘Look what we got here Ginny Baker, in the flesh.’

She rushes to speak to her idol, telling him 'I should tell you, I have your rookie card-“ before she registers his shocked expression.

‘It’s you!’ he exclaims, mouth agape.

Oh dear, she knows what he means.

‘Only now realising it, ha, old man? Well, I knew it was you all along.’

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Do you remember the last thing I said to you?

All Started With a Song Part 9 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1058

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) haha so here is the long overdue part 9! im thinking there will be two more parts but that all depends on where i take it. also have no idea when they’ll be up. hope you enjoy!

~~

“How could you?” you whispered, then shoved past him running down the hall, down the stairs and out the front door. You had no idea where you where, but you couldn’t be there.

What the fuck just happened?

Conor was here. But why?

Back in the room Alice was freaking out.

“Liv, go find Y/n.” she said, still sitting in her spot on the couch.

“Okay,” she said, running out the door. She made sure to push Conor a little on her way out while muttering something that sounded like ‘jackass.’

“Bro, what the fuck did you just do?” Anth said, walking up to Conor.

“I was going to apologize,” he sighed.

“I’m on my way,” Conor said, immediately getting up and heading to his room.

“Wait, what?”

“I’m on my way. I’ll be in LA by tomorrow.”

“But why?”

“To apologies to Y/n, why else?” Conor answered, grabbing his suitcase.

“I don’t know, it just kind of seems like…” Anth trailed off.

“Like what?” Conor asked, grabbing a few t-shirts.

“It sounds like you love her bro.”

Conor froze where he was, “What? No! I don’t love her! I just need to apologize! I swear.”

“Okay,” Anth chuckled. “But I’m not sure I’m the one you need to convince.”

Anth hung up and just stood there. He didn’t love her, he was IN love with her.

~~

“Apologize???” Alice stood up, furious. “You wanted to apologize??”

“Yes?” Conor said, slightly scared.

“God, you’re such a fucking prick!” she threw her hands up.

“How?” he said, flinching when she glared him.

“What exactly were you going to apologize for? Hmm?” she said, stepping even closer to the man who broke her best friend’s heart.

“For ruining the collab,” he said. “Wasn’t the obvious?”

After he said that, Alice just lost it.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You only had one thing to apologize?? God you’re so thick!” She began pacing the room. “How about how you ruined that collab. Or lying to face saying you forgot? Or how about unadding her on everything? Like can you be any more of a child. And right when she’s about to move on…” she walked up to Conor, poking his chest her between every word. “You. Fucking. Like. Her. Picture.”

“You’re right,” he sighed. “I need to apologize for everything.”

“You don’t get it do you?!?” she continued due to his questioning look “You fucking broke her. You broke Y/n. More than once. She cries in the shower because she thinks we can’t hear her in there. She won’t cry in front of us because she doesn’t want us to know how hurt she really is. She can’t even say your fucking name because it hurts so much. She blocked me out, her best fucking friend. All because of you. You broke her. And the only way you can fix it is by leaving her alone and letting her heal.”

By now Conor was upset, he hadn’t cried yet. But he was close.

“I was jealous okay?!?! I thought she liked me but then she started getting short with me and then I saw the guy on her Instagram! I was jealous and thought I should make her jealous too! I regretted it the second I saw what I did to her! I didn’t know what to do! So stop making me relive the worst mistake I ever made!” he was shouting. He didn’t meant to, he knew Alice was just defending you. But he couldn’t help it.

“Believe me,” he sighed. “I fucked up and I just need her to know I’m sorry.”

“Give me one good reason as to why I should let you anywhere near her.”

“Because I’m in love with her,” he sighed in defeat. “I am in love with Y/n and I need to tell her.”

~~

You and Olivia had made your way back to hotel. But only after you went to the store nearby to get ice-cream.

You two were currently sat on the ground of the balcony outside your room. You were on a high enough floor that you could see all the way to the ocean, something you had to see before you left.

“So, wanna talk?” Olivia said, taking another bite of ice cream.

“Honestly? I don’t know what to say,” you laughed.

“He came all the way to LA,” she started.

“I know, but he’s ignored me the past two weeks. Why would he do something so drastic?”

“I don’t know babe. Maybe Anth will find out for us,” she wriggled her eyebrows.

You laughed again, “Maybe.”

“But in all seriousness, how are you?” Her tone had changed.

“I mean, I’m okay,” you started. “At least I thought I was. You know what pisses me off the most though?”

“What?”

“I actually thought I was getting over him, then I saw him in person. And…” you sighed. “And I realized that I really am still head over heels for him.”

You heard the sliding glass door that lead to the balcony open and saw Alice walk out.

“Hey babes,” she smiled as she sat down against the railing that kept anyone from falling off. “What’d I miss?”

“Y/n still likes Conor,” Olivia said, handing her ice cream and spoon to the brunette.

You couldn’t look at either of them. So instead, you looked at the ocean. It was beautiful. Like nothing you’d ever seen, especially with the sunset. You saw as the tide came in and then retreated back. It was like you and Conor to be honest. You wanted so badly to not like him. He’s given you so many reasons not to. But right when you think you’re over him, you realize you’re not.

He came all the way to bloody California just too tell you that he’s sorry.

And you would’ve forgiven him, but he had ignored you for the two weeks prior to this. Maybe he only apologized because he realized that you were moving on. Maybe he’s still using you. Maybe he just wants your body. Maybe he’s going to leave you all over again.

“Babe, please don’t cry,” Alice whispered, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

You hadn’t realized that you were crying.

But you had realized something.

You loved Conor, but you weren’t sure if you could forgive him.

And that scared you.

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I love you, Iris.

Okay, but you guys that last scene!!!! Like, here is Mon-El who just lost his entire family, friends, and his WHOLE freaking PLANET and he is struggling with it all internally. He then finds someone he likes. He gets to know her and sees who she is, flaws and all (like, fuck, the hate Kara had for him at the beginning was just wrong). But Mon-El sees her, for her. And he likes her and when he sees that this one last person he likes might not make it, he fucking reacts. He doesn’t want to feel that pain again, when it’s still so fresh. So of course he saves her!!!!!! And then he goes and admits it to Kara, in the most romantic way possible (excuse me, eyes like comets, let me die from my feels) and then tells her that it’s okay she doesn’t like him like that. He gets it (his self-loathing honestly needs to be addressed because my puppy needs just all the love). The important thing to him is that they move past it so that they can be friends and work together. Like, damn, that is some mature shit right there. That is how you deal with rejection (and I use that term loosely here because KARA NEVER SAID A WORD OKAY, LIKE SHE DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING BUT HER FACE SAID EVERYTHING. LET MY SHIP SAIL!!!). You don’t moan and groan at how unfair it is and maybe ignore the person because the said person doesn’t feel the same way, you acknowledge it and move past it. Let me say this to all the haters out there who keep saying Mon-El is a fuckboy. MON-EL IS OKAY BEING IN THE FRIEND ZONE!!! HE WANTS TO BE WITH KARA HOWEVER HE CAN AND IF IT’S JUST FRIENDS HE IS FINE WITH THAT. But let’s all be honest, we all know this is some slow burn goodness here. I just have a LOT of feelings about this.

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How to Make Friends with Actual Charming Puppy Nyssa al Ghul

Baby, Come Home (1/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?

(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks) 

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“I’m hit!” You hollered breathless into your ear piece wincing as you pressed yourself to the wall sliding down, hand pressed to your shoulder trying to contain the bleeding. Buck is suddenly sliding to the ground next to you, moving your hand away as Steve puts one hand on your cheek you push your face into his hand, taking in the comfort of his skin on yours.

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“You’re knocking it out of the park. Just go do it again.”

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Miss Caroline Sheppard, the precursor to Miss Marple

“An acidulated spinster, full of curiosity, knowing everything, hearing everything – the complete detective service in the home.” - Agatha Christie on Miss Sheppard

My thoughts on the “I Love You Scene” and Afterwards

This entire post is basically going to be an in-depth analysis of the scene, and why I believe that not only is it finally a verbal confirmation of how Molly feels for Sherlock, but also a confirmation of how Sherlock feels for Molly. I believe that he truly does love her. And I will explain why. I will warn you in advance that this is going to be a very, very long post, but I want to thoroughly explain why I believe this. So if you can hang on until the end, I promise I’ll try to make it worth your while.

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“you’ll marry me, won’t you?”

she asks it while they’re curled up next to one another, her face nuzzled against his side and when he glances down at her, he sees her grey eyes peeking up at him.  they aren’t nervous, they’re warm, they’re loving, and gendry takes a deep, shaky breath.

“that can’t…be a good idea,” he says slowly, and every word catches hold of his throat as though determined not to leave his lips.

“why not?” she asks, not sitting up.  “and don’t you pull that you’re too lowborn nonsense with me.  you’re knighted and lorded now.  not that i cared about that before.”  she rests her lips against the skin of his side–not quite a kiss. 

he feels a rush of warmth.  she had always cared, after all.  that’s why…why everything, why he’d run after her through the dark, why he’d waited for her, why he was here now.  she’d never faltered in that.

the words continue to claw.  “it can’t be a proper match.  you’re the king’s sister, and you’re his strong right arm.  surely you should wed someone…someone with something to bring.  some alliance or…” he doesn’t want to think of that.  he imagines arya marrying some poncy southron lordling–who looks remarkably like edric dayne, though dayne’s already betrothed–and it’s only the fact that he can’t look away from her grey eyes that keeps his own open.  “i don’t bring anything to you or your house that you don’t already have.”

“except your heart,” arya whispers.

“you already have that,” gendry chokes out.

“and your swords.”

gendry blinks.

“what?”

“well…” arya says and everything about her face is serious except those grey eyes.  those are dancing.  “well, i’m a swordswoman you’ll recall.  and i need swords.  and you can make them.  you can provide me with swords whenever i need them.”

gendry finds himself laughing.  “you’re a stark.  you could buy as many swords as you would like.”

“or i could just get one from you as i need.  i know you make them still, even if you’re a knight and a lord.  i want access to your stash.”

“my stash.”

“of swords.”  her hand begins to toy with the hair of his lower belly, and a wicked grin plays across her lips.  “whenever i like.  you’re very good at swordcraft after all.”

gendry smirks despite himself, and arya asks again, “you’ll marry me, won’t you?” and this time, the words don’t claw their way out of his throat when he says, “yes.”

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