i doubt anyone is on right now so


pt1 | pt2 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, eventual smut + expecting parents au

word count: 4,724

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin 

description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.


“I want to have your baby,” is a particular string of words that is only considered acceptable in a certain number of situations.

Maybe between two lovers getting lost in the moment of their heightened feelings, and somehow the words just slip — that’s probably the most common occurrence of the phrase. Or maybe it’s a night out, alcohol in your system, and the words just sort of spill past your lips to the most ridiculously attractive stranger you’ve ever seen before you can even think to stop them. Even that, can still be considered at least borderline passable usage of the phrase. Hell, even the instance of a teenage girl proclaiming her love for her favorite celebrity with the heavy proclamation is still considered normal for the most part.

These, along with a few far-fetched others, were the only situations you could think of that allowed for the usage of those six words to be passable, yet, here you were, uttering that exact phrase, when you were in absolutely none of them. You weren’t getting caught up in the moment with lust-glazed eyes, you weren’t drunk and spewing nonsense at a bar to some guy, and you most certainly weren’t some star struck teenage girl staring up at her celebrity crush’s poster.

No, you were none of those things.

Instead, you were sitting across from your ex-boyfriend telling him that you wanted to have his baby… Yeah, totally passable usage of the phrase, right?

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I honestly wish I could say something that hasn’t already been said to you, @markiplier . You are such an inspiring and kind soul. You have been so transparent with us since day one. I’ve never doubted your honesty, and I don’t believe anyone else has either. As an animation student in college right now, I can only hope and dream that I can leave such a positive impact on as many lives as you have. You are loved and I can’t wait to see what you acheive next❤️

anonymous asked:

I've seen 3 way of interpreting the color cover: Death (obviously with how the chapter ended), Loss of Virginity (her offer to Kaneki when he's ready and /or considering sex as a way to get him to stay, and flowers used in poems and literature as a symbol of a young woman's virginity, lastly (and least likely to me) pregnancy (flowers also meaning new life, the red either meaning loss virginity or childbirth going along with Touka offer of sex resulting in a One Eyed Prince/Princess)

do u think this chapter is a death flag for touka?

do you think the blood splatter on the colour page might be hinting that mutsuki might stab touka with one of her knives or something?

Idk if anyone asked this before, but there’s been death flags already marked on touka from the latest chapter and I just want to know you’re opinion and what you think. Considering how the chapter ended, I’m really worried and concerned for her.

Hi! So according to the colored page of latest chapter. I guess you’ve seen the 3 possibilities of what might happen to Touka. I would like to hear what you think about it. I highly doubt that she would die, Ishida sensei doesn’t kill characters lightly especially if it doesn’t serve the story (which I think is applied on Touka right now). Also her expression in the picture doesn’t imply bad thing happening, but more like she’s happy? I mean even if she were to die I don’t think it will be now..

Or pregnancy.

Dude the stain on toukas stomach kinda looks like a ukaku kagune. What if the color page is implying pregnancy?

rebeccastarlight: The blood splatter on the cover page it also looks like she’s going to die from childbirth

I wasn’t really a believer of the cover page implying that Touka became pregnant, but I recently saw a reddit post about it. [You can probably find it on the front page.] So anyways, it talked about the poem Ishida made a year ago, “Her womb smelled like it was burnt”. Bad sign already, but if you go through the translated lyrics its even worse. It also straightforwardly says the children meant to be born, had died. Do you think that relates to whats happening now? ItAlsoWouldLeadToParallelling 

Wow, this is a really popular question, huh? Well, really it’s two and a half questions: 1) Will Touka die next chapter? 2) Will Touka get pregnant? 2.5) Will it end tragically? But since they’re all related to the cover picture, I’ll answer them all here before saying what I think is going to happen.

Q: Will Touka die next chapter?

A: No way Jose. If I’ve learnt anything from all that I’ve ever read, watched or played, it’s that female deuteragonists are IMMORTAL. Even more so than protagonists on some occasions. Don’t worry about the death flags, because this arc will be a parallel of the original Anteiku Raid arc, and you know who had a ton of death flags back then and who Touka has been paralleling since the start of :re? Old man Yoshimura! Who, despite it all, is still alive (if not kickin’). Touka won’t die - it’s far more likely that she’s going to get captured like her predecessor, probably as bait for Kaneki. 

Q: Will Touka get pregnant, and will it end in tragedy?

A: Unlikely. That would require a 9-month timeskip to pay off, and things are way too hectic in the story right now to allow for something like that. The alternative would be that it’s foreshadowing for the epilogue, but it seems a bit strange to do that so early on and before Kaneki and Touka have even done the deed. It’s also not something that really needs to be foreshadowed because it would be part of the denouement rather than the actual plot. I don’t think it’s ukaku kagune since Ishida always draws blood with artistic flair in his colour art, and the drops over her breasts are unmistakably blood. As for the flowers, those are Kaneki’s signature flower, sweet olives, and they represent him.

Where the stillbirth/death in childbirth theories are concerned, I really doubt Ishida would kill off Touka so needlessly in the story’s epilogue of all places, and killing the baby would be equally pointless as we’ve seen Kuzen and Ukina (moar parallels) manage it. As one of these anons has already said, Ishida always has a point to his tragedy; he wouldn’t just throw either of those things in at the story’s conclusion for the sake of squeezing our tear ducts, especially since it would have nothing to do with the plotline of Tokyo Ghoul and, again, an epilogue is supposed to unwind tension rather than wrack it up.

What I think is going to happen

I think the blood on her stomach is indicative of a wound inflicted by Mutsuki. But it’s not just going to be any wound that’ll regenerate in a week - I think that out of jealousy, Mutsuki is going to damage Touka’s womb beyond repair. Since Ghouls have high-speed regenerative abilities, the only way to ensure that the womb won’t grow back would be to tear it out of her body, or maybe even eat it (we’ve already seen Mutsuki feed from bodies, and it could serve to parallel Ayato eating her kakuhou in the original series). Sexual mutilation would fit Mutsuki’s parallels with Torso and Nutcracker, and Kaneki and Touka talking about sex foreshadows that specific calamity more than a general death - especially since we’ve seen how good Touka is with kids in Ch 120. It also allows the aforementioned poem to fit in -  “The children who were meant to be born, died” - referring to Touka’s ability to reproduce being robbed from her. 

So I think sad times are ahead for Touka, but she will live on. And isn’t Hinami kind of her and Kaneki’s kid already?

No Strings (VI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,004

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by softsugamon

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You know what I’m really looking forward to? Izuku giving his first few autographs.

I reckon the very first person to ask for Izuku’s autograph will be Kouta. The little boy was the first to call Izuku “his hero” and he even wrote him something akin to fan mail (with an apology woven in).

So one day, when they meet again, Kouta offers Izuku a piece of paper and a pen and, bluntly as he is, all but demands, “I want your autograph!”

Izuku almost drops the offered items, eyes going wide. “Huh?! Me?!”

“Yeah!” Kouta shoves the items back into Izuku’s softened grip, grinning up at the young hero. “Heroes give autographs, right? And you’re the only hero I accept!”

Izuku is still in a daze, feeling completely out of it as he hesitates over the piece of paper, pen quivering slightly. It’s not like he has never thought about this possibility – as a child, he even practiced different signs for the day he would need it. But… that had been a childish dream. This here was real. It felt good, and weird, and surreal all at the same time.

He settles for a flourish sign, reading “Deku”. It’s not that good, it looks inexperienced and awkward, but Kouta seems happy enough about it, proudly showing off the autograph to anyone in sight. (“Just look, not touch, though!”)

Lost in thought, Izuku decides to ask the one person who will probably understand how he’s feeling right now, and he goes to look for his mentor.

“You don’t know how to feel about it,” Toshinori tilts his head at him as Izuku has finished his recounting, understanding palpable in the soft smile he gives the boy.

Izuku grimaces while he rubs the back of his head. “It’s just that… I always wanted to be a hero, yes, but before I met you… even after that… I always doubted that I could… become one? So when Kouta asked me for an autograph… I felt as if I had finally done it. And yet I wondered… if this is real?”

A thoughtful hum leaves Toshinori at that, and he leans back, taking in how Izuku fidgets and seems to wait for his answer.

Deciding that he found the best way to go about it, Toshinori digs through the papers strewn out over his desk until he finds a blank sheet of paper and a pen. Offering both to Izuku, he encourages the boy, “You know, that makes me realize – I don’t have your autograph yet.”

Izuku’s mouth falls open at that, gaping at his teacher, his idol, much like a fish would. It takes him a moment to realize that Toshinori is serious about this, and another moment that the man is still holding paper and pen out to him.

This time, when Izuku scribbles a wobbly autograph onto the paper, there are overwhelmed tears running down his cheek and dripping onto the paper next to the ink. Toshinori chuckles at him and ruffle his hair – and this time, Izuku can accept this amazing moment as reality.

(He almost regrets writing the autograph, though, since Toshinori insists to pin the autograph next to his workplace to a wall so that he always has it in his sights. That’s so embarrassing.)

Late Night Call


Request: Can you do one with Shawn being upset while touring? xx

Word Count: 1,375

Late night call

You were brutally pulled away from your – otherwise – rather heavy sleeping when an annoying buzzing sounded from the bedside table. You pushed up your heavy, sleepy body with your elbows, looking around the dark room.

You rubbed your sore eyes quickly, before gazing over at the clock. 4:23 AM.

Who on earth calls at this time of the freaking hour?

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- Yang always cared more for Ruby than anyone else.
- Yang turns right towards Mistral.
- Says a playful line that is definitely about Ruby, not Raven.
- Drives straight forward.

How is there any doubt whom Yang chose? As much as I would like a Yang/Raven encounter, it wouldn’t make sense for Yang (a.k.a. best big sister ever) to go anywhere but to Ruby. Not to mention, her new song is literally about letting go of the past, so no Raven. (And for people who will bring up Blake, Yang doesn’t even now where Blake is. She left without saying anything when Yang was unconscious). Now if she meets Raven on her way there that is a different story.

God, I love you Archie. Archie Andrews x Reader Imagine

Summary: Archie has left his guitar at school and breaks into school on a Saturday night with his best friend (reader) to get it back to record a song idea he has had stuck in his head for the whole night. They face a problem as they find out that they are trapped in the music room, which soon turns into a positive for both.

Word count: 1,700

Author: oharchiekinss. I hope you enjoy this, this is my first imagine and feel free to send me requests you want for Archie or KJ imagines. I’ll try to write them as soon as I have time.

You pull on the school’s back door slightly and look at your best friend Archie who was concentrated on the handle with suspense. The door clicks and the slides open.
“Yes!” you yelled out in excitement as the door wasn’t locked.
“Shhh!” Archie said whilst holding his hand over your mouth softly.
“Sorry…” you whispered with a smirk as he took his hand down and started to step into the quiet and dark school hallway.
All of the lights were off and all rooms were empty. You knew there was a security guard at the school on weekdays but it was 3am on a Saturday night and you weren’t sure. You had to keep quiet incase he was roaming the school hallways.
Archie had left his guitar at the school and he had a melody stuck in his head that he had been humming for the whole night. He needed to write down the chords and try it out, he couldn’t wait longer. Archie reached the music classroom and the door was slightly open like all the other rooms.
“Wow this is easy”, he whispered as he opened the unlocked door further to get into the music room. You followed him inside and the door closed behind you. You could hear a small click as the door got into it’s place. Archie stood there looking at his guitar to make sure it is okay. The only light came from the yard outside through the small windows close to the ceiling of the room. The light bounced off of Archie’s sharp features and red messy hair. You found yourself staring at him in the light as he turned around and looked at you with a smirk.
“You’re staring at me again Y/N”.
“Why wouldn’t I”, you joked around and he raised his brow before laughing quietly.
“I’m flattered”, he says turning back to his guitar. You look at him questioning about what he means.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how good looking you are Y/N”, he said shaking his head with a wide smile, still investigating his guitar.
Your heartbeat raises and you bite your lip as you break your stare from him. He didn’t know how much his comments affected you. Ever since you had started high school you started to develop serious feelings for him, and it wasn’t just a crush. You couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else.
“You’re tired, you don’t know what you’re saying”, you said going closer to him so he could hear you better without talking too loud.
“Hey, I know what I said. It’s true Y/N you are extremely beautiful, why do you doubt that”, he said as he looked up at you now sitting on a chair with the guitar in his lap.
“Archie…” you said wishing you had the guts to tell him right then and there. He didn’t break his stare and followed your eyes as you looked away in embarrassment.
“Don’t look at me like that!” you said laughing.
“Like what?” he smiled, “Admit that you’re good looking Y/N!”
“Hey! Don’t tell me what to do Andrews!” you said jokingly pushing him. He would usually compliment you but they felt more like pep talks than compliments to you, as he seemed to see you just as a friend to him.
He shakes his head giving up and goes back to his guitar. He starts to play, and the soft sound of his acoustic guitar flowed and filled the room as the red warmth slowly left your cheeks. You sat down next to him listening to him finally play out the melody he had been humming for the night, admiring his skills. You found yourself staring at his lips as he bit down on them concentrated. He tested out the chords until he had the whole melody figured out. He looked up at you smiling and you shifted up to his eyes.
“Finally got to play it and you don’t have to listen to me humming it again, I recorded it on my phone”, he said as he stood up placing the guitar into it’s case and closing it quietly. You still wrapped up in his eyes nodded and stood up to go to the door. You grab the handle of the door and push it down. The door doesn’t open.
“Archie… come here”, you whisper panicked.
“What’s up?” he says now next you at the door. You nod down at your hand and try to open it again, unsuccessfully.
“It’s locked?” he asks as he grabs the handle himself using a little force, but the door is standing still in it’s place. He sighs and looks back at you. “This is how they catch someone stupid if they came into the school at night”, you said laughing at the situation. Archie smirked but then slowly the smirk faded into a worried frown.
“Y/N… It’s Saturday. Who’s going to open the door without us getting caught?” he said and leaned on the door.
You look back at the room behind you and see the small windows at the top of the ceiling. Archie looks up at them too and you know you both thought of the same plan.
“But the windows are really high up, how are we going to climb through them?” he said looking around the nearly empty room, as you pointed at the tall desk in the corner. He nodded and approached the desk now lifting it up into his arms. You looked at his muscles flex as he lifted the desk up and placed it in front of the windows. He motioned you to come to him.
“Do you want me to go first or last?” you said and he thought about it for a little bit.
“You first…” He said smiling as he lifted you by the waist to sit on the desk. You felt shivers down your spine from his strong grip. He was now facing you and your faces were nearly touching as the desk lifted you up to his height. You saw his gaze travel down to your lips as the window behind you reflected blue light onto his face. You sat there for what felt like ages, studying each others eyes and lips with Archie’s hands still strongly gripped around your waist.
“Do you want to stay here for a bit?” he whispered leaning in to your ear and you felt his warm breath on your neck which gave you chills down your back.
“Uh… sure”, you said unsure of what he meant by this. Soon enough his breath on your neck turned into a series of soft kisses as you gasped in surprise. He met your eyes again before slowly leaning into press his lips softly onto yours. You felt your whole body shiver as he moved his hand up and down your back embracing you. You had never thought Archie would be like this, especially with you. You would pull out of the kiss for a breather but Archie couldn’t resist pressing back in as he saw your (Y/E/C) eyes look up at him.
You slowed down after a few minutes until you both pulled back to take a breath. You leaned back into the wall behind you still sitting on the desk and breathed heavily in the same rhythm as him.
“Y/N, I need to tell you something” Archie said as he took your hands and pulled you in closer.
Your heart stopped for a second as he kept his grip on your wrists whilst staring down at your eyes admiring. You were speechless, but nodded him to continue.
“I know we are bestfriends… and a lot of friendships are ruined by people trying to make it into a relationship. But…”
“What, Archie?” you asked holding your breath.
“I’m done acting like I don’t have feelings for you. I love you Y/N, always have”, he said as he breathed out in relief. You were speechless. It’s like he was saying the exact words you were always too scared to speak out. He now stepped back and looked down as the silence filled the room.
“I’m sorry, I thought you felt the same…” He said sitting down onto the chair he had previously sat on whilst playing his guitar, now looking down at the ground rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
You gathered your words and jumped up to cup his face into your hands, “I love you Archie Andrews.”
He looked down with the biggest smile on his face before pressing his lips onto yours. You could still feel his smile as he pulled away. He tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear that had fallen onto your face. His touch still gave you chills and you smiled back at him.
The lights in the music room suddenly light up as the lock on the door opens. A tall security guard stands in the doorway as you both jump up.
“What’s going on here?” he asks in a dark tone. You look at Archie and he grabs his guitar. You both start sprinting through the door whilst the guard gets pushed out of the way. As you ran through the hallways, Archie grabbed your hand to make sure you don’t fall behind. You could hear the guard yelling far away to stop, but you both just laughed as you ran through the doors of the school.
You were now far away from the school in a quiet neighborhood and you both stopped to catch your breath. As you both settled your breathing, you let out a loud laugh and he joined you.
You started to walk back home with his arm around you and the guitar case in the other hand. This is what you have dreamt your whole life with him, to have him this close and to know he is yours.
“God I love you, Archie” you blurted out as he looked back at you in the streetlights. As he looked at you with the light bouncing off of your hair and your soft features, he knew that, he loved you even more.


Imagine - you are a rising star in the film business, and at an awards show people are asked to name the person they’d most like to meet on the red carpet. Astoundingly, you find your name mentioned more times than you expected.

It was the middle of summer in LA, and that meant it was time for the MTV Movie Awards, an event filled with A-Lister’s from start to finish, and you weren’t able to control your excitement when you were notified that you had been nominated for 3 different awards that evening. The first being, Best Rising Star, the next being, Hottie of the Year, and the last being, Actress of the Year, all three were flattering to even be nominated for yet alone if you won one.

The Red Carpet itself was amazing, sure you’d done it before, but not when people actually knew who you were, not when people noticed you. The ensemble you wore was chic and flattering against your figure, red lace dress which ended below your knees with a pair of nude heels, your hair was in a low ponytail which cascaded down your spine, your make-up was perfection, smokey eyes with a hint of pink, nude lips and amazing contour. So, when you stepped out of the limo, all eyes and cameras were on you, flashed coming from all directions as you walked down the carpet, stopping in various places to pose for the paparazzi which called your name.

Within a few minutes, you had managed to pull away from the flashing lights of the cameras and into a more civilised atmosphere, you turned to your manager who had stuck by your side and made a breezy comment about being relieved that you were away from the cameras which he laughed at as the pair of you walked slowly ahead, toward the news reporters with the large cameras and microphones, “Y/N Y/L/N! Can we have a chat?” one blonde woman asked you and without hesitation, you nodded and moved over to her, flicking your ponytail over your shoulder so that it lay on your chest, “Okay, so with us now we have Y/N Y/L/N, how are you feeling tonight?” the woman asked you, pushing the microphone in your direction.

“I’m feeling good, you know, it’s so surreal being here and people actually knowing who you are,” you giggled nervously as you looked around at the many movie stars and singers which fluttered around outside.

The reporter smiled, “You must be really excited, you’ve been nominated for three awards tonight, and a lot of people are rooting for you to win,” it felt like you were talking with a friend, the woman wasn’t pushy or demanding and she happily went at your pace.

With a nod, you smiled as she finished speaking, you E/C orbs sparkling under the fairy lights above, “Yeah, I’m really excited to be here in general really, just being nominated for the categories I’ve been nominated for is enough for me, I don’t know how I’ll feel if I end up winning one,” you told her casually with a shrug.

The blonde in front of you gave you a comforting smile, “Tonight is all about supporting your fellow actors and actresses,” you nod as she speaks, dipping your head down to hear her clearly, “Who has been supporting you the most throughout your climb to fame?”

The microphone appeared in front of your nude lips once more, “I love my fans, they’re so dedicated and so sweet, my manager is also amazing and he’s been with me since the beginning, I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side, but saying that, my biggest supporter would have to be my mom, she’s always pushed me to be the best I can be and without her constant love and support, I wouldn’t be stood here right now, so it’s definitely my mom, without a doubt.”

Many stars began looking in your direction as you spoke to the reporter, it made you feel under scrutiny, it made you feel out of place, but you acted as though it didn’t phase you, “You are the centre of attention tonight, all night we’ve been asking stars who they would want to meet and why, and a lot of people here tonight really want to meet you and talk to you,” she told you as the gazes became more intense.

“Really? Like who?”

“Taylor Swift is excited to see you, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan really want to meet you, Nicole Kidman, Maisie Williams and Sophie Turner, a lot of people are lining up to speak to you,” she told you and you almost laughed, there was no way people were asking to meet you, “So, to carry on the game, who would you like to meet the most, and why?”

There was a few moments of silence whilst you pondered the thought, “There’s so many people I’d love to speak to, but out of everyone here tonight, I’d have to say I’d love to meet Charlie Hunnam, he’s a fellow Brit and I love his work, I think he’s really talented and just not appreciated enough for what he does for the business.”

“Funnily enough, he said pretty much the same thing about you,” you looked at the woman dumbfounded, “Enjoy your night, we wish you the best of luck!” with thanking the woman, you moved away and began walking alongside your manager again, resting your hands at your sides as you chatted to one another when you stood still.

A hand tapped your shoulder and you turned to see a set of bright blue eyes looking down on you, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t let you walk past and not introduce myself,” his accent made you weak but you plastered a smile onto your face, “I’m Charlie Hunnam,” you shook hands and he gave you a flirtatious smirk.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him confidently as you retracted your hand from his grip.

“How about we get you a drink?”

John and Mary’s A+ parenting

If season 12 has shown us anything, it’s how very similar John and Mary actually are. Here are some of the most obvious instances:

1. Not taking it for valid/not being happy about their son’s rightful anger and/or hurt and trying to forbid it:

“You’re right. Although I’m not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you’re right.” - John to Dean (1x21), after Dean calls him out on the fact that they were never able to reach him when they needed him. Because it’s completely unreasonable for Dean to feel angry and deeply hurt that John didn’t bother picking up the phone when Dean was dying.

“Do not give me the face.” - Mary to Dean (12x13), when he rightfully looks at her in utter disappointment and betrayal after her confession. Dean didn’t even say anything yet, but apparently he’s not even allowed to look at her in a certain way to express his feelings.

2. Looking pleased and proud when their son is catering to their every need, while he puts himself and his own choices/wishes last:

John’s speech to Dean in the hospital (2x01) and his elated smile while he talks about how proud he is of Dean for taking care of Sammy and their whole family his entire life, sacrificing his own childhood in the process. And then basically telling him to continue to do so.

Mary looking so delighted and pleased (12x14) when Dean tells her that she can make her own choices and his feelings on them don’t matter.

3. Forcing one of their children into the position of having to choose between their parent or brother, and thus causing a rift in their relationship:

John’s parentification of Dean and making him responsible for Sam’s well-being, while at the same time brainwashing him into following his orders which more often than not had nothing to do with Sam’s best interests. Thus putting Dean into the impossible position of making both of them happy with his actions (basically all their childhood and season 1).

Mary trying to convince Dean to talk to her and agree with her on working with the BMoL and when it doesn’t work, contacting Sam even though she knows that Dean is completely against it. Thus playing/manipulating them against each other and forcing Sam into the situation to pick between his mom and his brother (12x14).

4. Lamenting about what they want for their children, instead of asking them what they actually want/need.

“I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want….I want Mary alive. It’s just….I just want this to be over.” - John to Sam (1x21). It would have been in John’s power to give them at least some of these things. He could have encouraged Sam to go to college and he could have given Dean a stable home while growing up. Nobody forced him to drag his children around the country and letting them live in shitty motel rooms, when they needed exactly the opposite. But his thirst for revenge and his guilt were stronger than his need to provide some safety and support for his children.

“We’ve got a real shot here. A world without monsters. A world where you and Dean don’t have to hunt, where you can have normal lives. (…) You were going to school, to college. (…) That’s why I’m doing this. That is what I’m fighting for.” - Mary to Sam (12x14). A lovely thought, sure. But does she ever ask if that’s even what they want anymore? Sam tells her that he chose this life. He’s been content with his life and hunting during the last two seasons and at peace with himself like we’ve never seen before. Dean even told her in the very first episode after she came back that this is their life and that they’re doing something good and that it’s worth it. They’ve grown up and their lives may not be what Mary envisioned, but her desire to change the status quo comes from her own needs and guilt and nowhere else.

5. Abandoning their sons when they need them and only showing up when they feel like it/need something.

John leaving them alone for days/weeks in shitty motel rooms when they were only children. John not being accessible for them, when they desperately tried to contact him (1x09, 1x12). John deciding they’re better off on their own (1x16). John leaving Dean to rot in jail and when Dean ended up at Sonny’s place instead, taking him away when he needed him with no regard to what was going on in Dean’s life at this point (9x07). To name a few instances.

Mary leaving (12x03), when Dean and Sam were so excited and happy about getting a chance to know her and be a family. Leaving, despite Sam having told her just before that having her here fills in the biggest blank in his life (12x02). Leaving, despite the way Dean physically recoils from her when she tries to touch him because she’s hurting him so deeply by doing it (12x03). And then staying away from them, barely making any effort to get to know them, and only reaching out to them when she needs something from them (12x12, 12x13, 12x14).

6. Not being a mom/dad first.

“I stopped being your father and I became your drill sergeant.” - John to Sam (1x20). John was always “Sir” first. He was their drill sergeant, as he himself puts it. He expected blind obedience, instead of offering guidance and support. He didn’t even bother celebrating birthdays or holidays with his children.

“I am your mother, but I’m not just a mom. And you are not a child.” - Mary to Dean (12x13), after he asks her to try and be their mom for once. He never asked her to be “just a mom”. But he asked her, quite rightfully, to put them first for once. To think about how it’s been for them. And to have her throw those ugly words “You are not a child” in his face in response, when that’s exactly what his life has been like ever since he was four years old, was the worst thing to witness. Also - because I mentioned it for John, too - Christmas and Dean’s birthday have come and gone since Mary is back and considering the way Dean is being so openly disappointed about the lack of time she’s spent with them, I doubt she was there for either of those days.

I’m sure there are even more examples, but my heart hurts too much right now thinking about this. Maybe I’ll add things later (Mary is still around to provide more evidence after all).

I would have loved to make a gifset of all these instances, but sadly I haven’t got enough skill. If anyone wants to make one based on this post I’d be eternally grateful!

Creepypasta #1145: The Devil Is In The Details

Length: Short

The thing about shape shifters is that they are easy to spot if you pay attention. Being mere copy cats of the forms they inhabit, they always get something wrong. It may be a small detail, but to the observant it is obvious. A mole is forgotten, a pierced body part over looked. No matter how good they are something is always forgotten.

That is why when he stumbled through the door a few hours later than normal, I knew he was not who he seemed. Gloria perked right up though, squealing as she ran to his legs. Something inside me told me to grab her and remove her from this monster pretending to be father. Yet I was so sure that if I moved to get her, he would that know his disguise had not worked and would begin devouring the family early. I needed time to deal with this, so I did nothing as she squeezed his calf with her tiny arms. 

Though I hate to admit it, this one’s acting was amazing. He quickly leaned down and picked up the giggling three year old and kissed her on the head. Nothing seemed amiss to her. You know what they say about ignorance.

From the kitchen, mom asked where he had been. She had been worried about him, but sometimes he had been late from work before. Dinner did not make itself, so she had busied herself with it to keep her mind off of her husband. 

“Business with a new client.” His voice was the exact same one I had heard this morning before he left for work. This one though, he got almost everything right. I had to admit I admired the attention to detail. 

Some of them were just so lazy. The salt and pepper black hair, a day’s worth of stubble on the chin. Hell, they even included the odd scaring on his right ear from where an earring in his youth had been torn out. But as always, one detail is off.

His eyes. This morning they had been a piercing blue but now were a dull grey. I doubted anyone else in the family would catch on before this creature managed to devour them all. This one must have known the eyes were the defect as he was careful not to directly look at anybody. I myself had to catch a few glimpses of his face to notice.

“Jordan, take your hat off and come to dinner.” Mom did not come into the room but raised her voice just loud enough for all of us in the room to hear. A clatter of plates and other cutlery was slightly muffled as she set the table.

“Ok, ok.” I took off the baseball cap and ran a hand through my light brown hair. It had become ruffled from the cap I had been wearing for a few days.

Dinner was uneventful, but the creature pretending to be the family man did not eat anything.

“Ate at work” was his excuse. Good one. He busied himself looking at his papers and kept any talk to a minimum.

“Jordan. Eat your food.” Mom frowned at me as she cleaned Gloria of the mess she had made with her dinner.

“Oh, sorry.” I muttered, pushing the food around. I was distracted by the creature stealing furtive glances at Gloria from behind his papers. He wanted her first, I just knew it. So young, so tender. Who could ever pass up a meal like that? I had to act first. The question was how. How indeed.

After dinner Gloria was put to bed, mom reading her a story before she would leave her for the night. I was in charge of the dishes but I left them to check on the creature parading in the skin of father. 

The shifter had taken up residence in the study, stating before he left the table that he had more work to do before bed. An excuse for sure. He would most likely wait until everyone was asleep and then slip into Gloria’s room and devour her before she could scream. Then he would make his way into each of our rooms. I shook my head, this one must be relatively young. The older ones know to settle into the family before you ate them all. Makes it easier to catch them off guard.

I was sneaking up to the door when I heard him call for me.

“Jordan, can you come here? I would like to show you something.” You could almost hear him salivating as he schemed how he was going to eat us all. Perhaps he had caught me staring at him. Or maybe he was more perceptive than I had given him credit for. Eat the one that does not trust you first. Smart.

“Sure thing, dad.” I grinned. It was a trap for sure but I would let him lure me in. There was no doubt in my mind that this thing was a shape shifter. No doubt at all.

After all, if this was really the man he was supposed to be, wouldn’t he have noticed this kid’s hair was supposed to be black?

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Now or Never

Prompt: Steve has always liked you as more than a friend but was always afraid. When the chance for him to save you from unwanted attention and claim you as his, he doesn’t take it. Tony swoops in to save the day making Steve pout.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (with a meddling Tony)

A/N: I’ve had this for a bit now and I’m happy that I could post this now. This one is a bit longer than what I usually do but I still the story of it. Lately, I’ve been writing a lot of Hamilton fanfic, but I swear, I write more than that :P Remember that my requests are always open! As of now, I’m blank on ideas so I would love requests! Enjoy!

Originally posted by naih-reedus



The bar was roaring with noise and was crowded with people. Tony and Steve both have caps on and keeping their heads low as they escorted you out for the night. 

You let out a loud sigh as you finally squeeze your way through and found a table open for the three of you. “I didn’t realize so many people would be out tonight!” You had to scream over the music for the boys to hear you.

Tony tilted his cap back to look at you and threw you a smirk. “Well, what is there not to celebrate after the Avengers just saved the world? Again!” You all shared a chuckled and started to watch the people around the bar. 

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Just a reminder that Daryl made it VERY clear if any harms comes to Carol at all.. no matter what kind.. horrible death would ensue..

(gifs by @dixonscarol)

That the man he threatened was larger than he was and he very nearly beat him to a bloody smear on the ground if the man in question had hadn’t t hit him with rock. That’s how protective he is.

A reminder that when she asked him if everything was ok, he lied to her to make her feel better..

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To help her go on a little longer. And Daryl never lies, except for this one time. But it was what she needed at the time so he will do it. And he makes her happy. Makes her smile  

He did that for her too.

And that when he left he turned back around like this…

Because he had to hug her again… and it was like this..

(gifs by @oohhshiny)

I mean look at that… look at how tightly they are hugging each other, the way they both nuzzle each other as they hug, not wanting to let go. Look at the emotion. It is beautiful

Think about all that in case you need a reason to have hope, because none of this was necessary for the plot. Only necessary for these characters and meant to show something.

Remember pretty much everything Daryl did in this episode was for Carol. Protecting her in every possible way.

If anyone has any doubts that that man loves her (and she loves him) more than ANYTHING (to quote someone) they can fight me right now. I’m ready.

This very episode is why I ship it so hard.. right here.

Some Good Old Fashioned Motherly Advice

A/N- The next part of Long Lost Sister. I recommend reading the rest of the series.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

Sorry that it is so long- I started out thinking this wasn’t going to be a long chapter, but then I started writing….

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In the two days since their fight, Y/N had stayed locked up in her room, only sneaking out to eat when she was sure the boys had gone to bed. Sam and Dean had both tried numerous times to get her to come out or to talk to them, but all attempts failed. They were honestly surprised she was still here. They though after the fight, she surely would have left.

Y/N herself was surprised she was still at the bunker. She packed and unpacked her bag multiple times and had planned to leave every time, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Something was keeping her here and Y/N wished she knew what it was. She was livid with the boys and wasn’t sure she could ever forgive them, so why couldn’t she make herself walk out the front door?

The boys were brooding in the library when Jody called.

“Hey Jody,” Dean answered, putting the sheriff on speaker.

“Hi boys. I was calling because I was hoping that you could make a trip up here to Sioux Falls. I think there’s something in town. Maybe a werewolf? I’m not really sure.”

Dean looked up at his brother. Things were pretty tense here, maybe a hunt would be a good thing, they could blow off a little steam. On the other hand, would being in the tight quarters of a hunt really be the best with Y/N being so angry at them?

Sam leaned forward and spoke to their friend, “Can we call you right back?”

“Sure thing.”

Sam disconnected the call and said, “We can’t leave Jody hanging, especially if she’s not sure what’s in town. We need to go give her a hand.”

Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair, “I know, but I also know Y/N’s not going to give up a hunt and is that what we need right now?”

Sam shrugged, “I don’t know man. I don’t think she’s coming out of that room to see us anytime soon. I’m not even sure why she’s still here. If I didn’t hear her sneak to the kitchen when she thought we were sleeping, I’d swear she already ran off.”

Dean agreed, “Yeah well, maybe a hunt is the only way to lure her out here.”

“Probably, but even if it does I don’t think she’s going to be willing to talk to us much. And certainly not about the fight.” Sam got up from the table, “Call Jody back, tell her we’re in. I’ll go try and tell Y/N.”

Sam stopped outside Y/N’s door. Him and Dean had both tried knocking before with no luck. Dean had even tried just walking in, but the door had been locked, which of course lead to him mumbling under his breath about removing that later.

Sam knocked once and like expected didn’t get a response. “Hey Y/N, a friend of Dean and I’s up north has some kind of monster problem in town. Maybe a werewolf? Point is she needs help and asked us to come asap. We’re going to go. I know we’re not your favorite people at the moment, but I didn’t know if you’d want to join us on the case?”

Sam stood there waiting for any sign that she’d heard them, but none came. Just as Sam was about to give up the door cracked open and Y/N’s head stuck out. “I’ll be ready in ten.”

Sam couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

The six- hour car ride was awkward to say the least. Y/N, still pissed at the guys certainly wasn’t going to say anything and the brothers opened their mouths multiple times, but always chickened out, too afraid of only making the situation worse.

Jody knew she was in for it when the siblings got out of the car. There wasn’t a smile to be seen. They guys tried to fake it when they greeted her, but she saw right threw it. This was going to be a long visit.

Jody smiled at the young woman in front of her. Sam and Dean had been kind enough to give her a heads up about the guest they’d be bring with them. She extended her hand to shake Y/N’s, “You must be Y/N, the boys have told me all about you. Jody Mills.”

Y/N shook the older woman’s hand, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Well, you all look tired. Why don’t you come in. I’ve got dinner and I can fill you in about the case.”

The hunt carried on for another few days. They concluded that it was definitely a werewolf, but tracking it was proving to be more difficult than they originally anticipated. Everyone was sitting at the table after dinner on the fourth night, frustrated that the monster was still on the loose killing people.

“There have been no signs of another attack,” Sam stated, “which would imply that it left town, but there hasn’t been anything in nearby towns either. It’s almost like this thing dropped off the face of the earth.”

“Well that clearly isn’t what happened,” Dean snarked back. Tensions were starting to run high in the house. Not only was the hunt not going well, but Y/N was still ignoring the boys. She gave them the silent treatment, speaking only when absolutely necessary about the case. Sam and Dean had tried to talk to her about Adam and the fight, but she managed to shut it down almost right away.

Nothing seemed to be going right this week.

Jody gave everyone a sympathetic smile, “It’s been a long day. We don’t we all turn in for the night. Maybe if we come back to it in the morning with a clear, well rested head we’ll have more luck.”

Sam nodded, “That sounds like a pretty good idea to me. Goodnight everyone.” Sam headed upstairs, with Dean following close behind.

Jody turned to Y/N, “Not tired?”

Y/N gave her a weak smile, “Exhausted.”

Jody reached out and patted her hand. She couldn’t imagine how hard this had all been on the young girl. From what the Winchesters had told her, Y/N had been through a lot, and their recent fight was still fresh, “Sweetheart, can I give you some motherly advice?”

Y/N looked up and Jody recognized a look of desperation in her eyes. This girl so desperately needed someone. Someone to turn to, someone to help her make sense of the life she’d ended up living. Jody doubted she’d had anyone like that since her mother died. Y/N had been alone most of the time, and while Sam and Dean had the potential to be those kind of people for her, it hadn’t worked out that way so far.

“I can’t begin to imagine what’s going on in your head right now. As I’m told life hasn’t been too easy for you, but you strike me as a strong girl. I haven’t known your brothers for too long, maybe three years, but I do know that family means everything to them and that they love you a lot.” Y/N sat back in her chair, pulling her hand away. Jody knew this was when she was going to start to lose Y/N, so she hurried on.

“I know that to you right now it probably doesn’t seem like it and you’re beyond confused about the whole thing. Nobody can blame you for that. But one thing that I can say about your brothers with a hundred percent certainty is that they truly do value family and you. The situation with Adam, well I don’t really have a solid explanation about that for you. That was extremely out of character for them and it is obvious that they feel a lot of guilt about it.”

“So I should just forget about it? Since they feel guilty it doesn’t matter at all?” Y/N didn’t mean to snap at Jody. She liked the sheriff enough, but that didn’t change the fact that she was sitting there defending Sam and Dean’s actions.

Jody reached out and took Y/N’s hand again, trying to be as comforting as possible. “Of course, you don’t have to just forget. My point is that those boys up there love and care about you a lot. They would never let what happened to Adam happen to you. I think that maybe you should consider giving them a fair shot. You can’t spend the rest of your life locked away in your bedroom. So are you ready to walk away from the only family you got left, because you’ve had almost a week and you haven’t yet. I think if you really wanted to totally cut them out of your life you would have done it already.”

Y/N wiped at the tears starting to form, “I don’t know Jody. Life’s so lonely on my own, but I don’t know how to possibly move on. I mean it’s hard to forgive them because they literally left my twin in hell. At the same time I don’t think I can trust them because I worry that they will do something similar to me. I know you said they love me and you don’t think they would, but if the choice came down to me or them I don’t feel so confident. They will always pick each other. They’ve done it before. Sam and Dean will do anything save each other, no matter the consequences. They don’t have that kind of loyalty to me and that kind of loyalty to each other could cost me. It cost Adam.”

At this point Y/N was full out crying, Jody pulled her in for a hug. “Ignoring them isn’t going to solve anything. If you don’t hear them out nothing will ever change. For better or worse. Listen to them. Hear their side of the story.”

By the next afternoon, it had become apparent that the monster had left town. Taking their chances, the siblings decided to head over to the next town to look for the werewolf. The boys said their goodbyes to Jody and started to pack up the impala. Y/N hugged the sheriff, “Thanks for taking such good care of us Jody.”

“Anytime, and you have my number now. Call me if you need anything. Whether you’re with your brothers or not.”

She pulled back and smiled, “Thanks Jody. I’ll remember that.”

By the time, Sam, Dean and Y/N arrived in town a couple had been killed. Encouraged that they seemed to finally be catching a break, the siblings headed to the morgue. The bodies had long claw marks down their torsos and both were missing their hearts.

“Definitely our wolf.”

The trio headed to the site of the last deaths. It was a clearing in the local park and since night had fallen the park was empty. They split up searching for clues.

Y/N kept her gun, loaded with silver bullets out in front of her, on the ready for anything. She stalked to the edge of the trees, looking for anything that might help them find their monster.

“Guys, I heard something over there.” Dean whispered, motioning his gun in the direction of the woods right in front of them. Y/N listened closely, but didn’t hear anything.

Sam slowly crept forward, gun raised and threw a stick at the nearest bush. A second later a bunny came hopping out. He rolled his eyes at Dean, his arm dropping to his side, “Good catch. I think the werewolf is long gone at this point.”

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother, but nodded nonetheless, “I agree, he got his furry ass out of here after he killed that couple.”

The brothers turned to head back to the impala, Y/N a few steps behind them. As they were putting the trees behind them, Y/N swore she heard something. She turned and took a step forward again.

Suddenly, the werewolf came flying out of the bushes at Y/N. She yelped and tried to raise her gun, but it was knocked from her hand as the werewolf pushed her to the ground, landing on top of her. Y/N’s yelped grabbed the attention of her brothers who turned in time to see the monster leaping on top of their sister.

Y/N screamed as the werewolf’s claws carved through her stomach. Gun shots rang out across the park and the werewolf slumped, dead, next to Y/N’s body. Sam and Dean rushed over to her side, dropping into the grass next to her.

“Oh God,” Sam whispered at the sight of all the blood soaking through her shirt. Its claws had cut long and deep; she was quickly losing a lot of blood.

“We need to get her to a hospital now, Sammy.” Sam nodded at his older brother reaching out to carry her back to the car. Y/N cried out as he moved her body. The brothers ran back to the car. Dean hopped into the driver’s seat, starting the car instantly, while Sam crawled into the backseat cradling Y/N to him.

Dean pulled away as soon as the door closed behind Sam, engine reviving as he sped off.

Sam started to panic as Y/N’s eyes drooped close, “Just hold on Y/N, we’re going to get help okay? Dean going as fast as he can, but we need you to just stay awake.”

Sam tried to apply pressure to the cut to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t working; if Dean didn’t get them there soon Y/N was going to bleed out in his arms.

“Drive faster Dean!”

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in honor of being back from hiatus...

hello everyone!! i wasn’t gone long (about a week i think?) and my queue was running the whole time so i doubt anyone missed me lol but i wanted to do a quick lil celebration!! and also bc im 100 away from 4k!! thank u!!!

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this is so disgusting and so so unfair. sana, who has always been an incredbile friend, is now going to be villainized/will have to apologize to vilde. vilde will get away with being an islamaphobic, terrible friend because she is now a victim. (don’t get me wrong, that account is horrifying and so so wrong but it doesn’t erase the shitty things vilde has done) my throat is literally tight with anger right now; i doubt we are going to see sana get any apologies from anyone. rather she will be the one doing the apologizing. 

Lost - 12.23 Coda

He grabbed a pair of pants, a few shirts, and threw them into the green army duffel bag on his bed. Dean is unable to think, or even take a deep breath at this point. All he knows is that he’s going to fix this. Sam is downstairs, keeping a watchful eye on Jack. Jack, what a fucking name for the fucking anti-christ, Dean thinks bitterly. If it weren’t for him, Cas wouldn’t–

Dean stops himself. He can’t think it, he can’t dwell on it. He doesn’t need to because he will fix it. His chest tightens and he feels an emptiness that he should have been used to; god how many times had he lost the ones he loved. It hurts just the same; no, worse. How many times did he need to watch Cas die?

A pile of cassettes in the corner grabbed his eye and Dean could feel a sob catch in his throat. He ignored it, swallowing his feelings, much like he was swallowing the urge to drown himself in liquor, as he was also know to do. He wrapped a hand around the straps of his duffel bag and swung it over his shoulder with a huff. It was loaded with every weapon he could find. Dean’s not sure what’s out there, but he planned to be ready for it.

He took the stairs two at a time, his lips set in a hard line as he ignored the destruction in their bunker. He didn’t have it in him to care anymore. Sam was talking quietly with Jack, a soft expression on his face.

Dean hated Jack. Well, he wanted to hate him. Truthfully, the guy didn’t know anything. He didn’t have anyone, but well…he had a memory of a promise; of a guy in an ugly trench coat with deep blue sad eyes, who’d promised to take care of him. Dean wasn’t sure that was enough but that was all they had to go on.

It had taken hours for Sam to pry Dean from Cas’ side, where he’d knelt and felt the world crumble around him. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move. It was as if time was moving slowly and he could only watch from the sidelines. Sometime when the sun came up, Sam had finally been able to bring Dean inside. With a deep breathe Sam had told him, “Jack can bring Cas back”.

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Prompt:All I want from life is overprotective Jon Snow threatening Gendry over Arya with Sansa nodding fervently in agreement” via @fandomqueenishere
(also tagging @obsessivereaderandwriter because you asked) 

“You kidnapped Arya’s boyfriend?” Sansa screeches down the line, forcing Jon to hold the phone at arm’s length until he’s sure her voice has lowered a few more decibels. “… the stupidest thing you have ever done! And that includes punching Joffrey in my ‘honour’!”

His lips twitch. He’s suddenly very glad Sansa can’t see him right now, but she’d be hard-pressed to find him feeling guilty over it. Simply put, punching Joffrey Baratheon is easily one of the best things Jon’s ever done and that includes becoming a fireman. The man’s a prick that screwed Sansa over. He’s just lucky Jon got to him before Robb did – which is kind of why he’s in this predicament, to begin with.

“I didn’t do anything,” Jon reassures her futilely. “Robb invited him out and force fed him whiskey. If I didn’t intervene, your brother was going to end up killing him.”

Sansa makes a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat. He can practically see his girlfriend rolling her eyes in disdain and frustration right now. “Uhuh, so why is Gendry locked in our basement?”

“He’s not locked in so much as the lock broke and now he’s stuck,” Jon tells her, but he doubts the clarification is going to put her at ease.

“Right… God, Jon, this is my day off. I really don’t want to be dealing with this right now.” And the defeated sigh he hears from her makes him ache with guilt because he knows better than anyone how exhausted she is after every shift. Her days off are sacred and Jon usually does everything in his power to make them relaxing for her. But this is really not his fault.

“I’m sorry, Sans,” Jon says emphatically. “You know I wouldn’t –”

“Yeah, I know,” Sansa cuts him off. “I’ll be home in ten minutes. Please try not to kill him in the meantime.”


Twenty-five minutes later, Jon is leaning against the door leading to the basement with a cup of tea in one hand. Sansa has her head resting on his shoulder an identical mug in hers. It’s pathetically cute how domestic they’ve become since moving in together three months ago, but he’ll take pathetic if it means waking up to her every morning.

“We’re sorry, Gendry. The lock guy is coming over to fix it soon but since it’s a weekend, it might take awhile,” Sansa calls out.

“It’s okay,” comes the muffled voice. It’s deep and soft, kind of like the man himself – all hard lines and bulky frame but a gentle calmness about him that makes Jon wonder if this really is the man for Arya. He expected someone louder – someone more adventurous and spontaneous like her.

“I don’t mind waiting.”

“While you’re here,” Jon begins because he loves Arya like a sister and he’s always been a little stupid when it comes to her. She’s definitely the toughest woman he knows but that doesn’t mean he’d ever stop trying to protect her. “What are your intentions with Arya?”

Jon!” Sansa slaps his shoulder.

“What?” He gives her a look before angling his face towards the door. “Look, Gendry, you seem like a nice guy. It’s nothing against you but when Arya likes someone, she puts her everything into it and I don’t want you to… If this isn’t serious for you, if this is just some fling then I suggest you break it off now.”

Despite Sansa’s initial protest, Jon finds her nodding along with him all the same. She shrugs when he gives her a questioning look, only pressing her lips gently to his cheek and wiping at the spot with the pad of her thumb.

For a second, Jon almost forgets that Gendry is here. Sansa has always had that effect on him. One look, one kiss, one seemingly innocent touch on the shoulder can render him completely senseless – or rather, his senses are so overwhelmed with Sansa, it’s nearly impossible for him to focus on anything else.

“I… I love her.”

Jon’s eyes flicker back to the door and then to Sansa, and again for good measure. It’s not what he expected at all, and by the dumbfounded expression on Sansa’s face, it’s not what she expected either.

“Okay then,” Jon calls back. “Good. But break her heart and we’ll –”

“No offense, Jon, but I’m more terrified of what Arya will do to me if I break her heart than you or Robb.”

Sansa’s bright, surprised laugh rings in the air. She shakes her head. “At least we know Arya found someone who understands her.”

“Yeah,” Jon chuckles back. He leans forward to press a lingering kiss to her lips. “And if she has a tenth of what we have then I’m not worried.”

“I love you too, you big idiot.”

It takes another half hour before the locksmith arrives to spring Gendry loose from his basement prison. The man immediately barges past them, a sheepish smile on his face, as he races towards the bathroom.

And by the time the door is completely fixed, Arya’s already over, yelling at Jon and making promises to kill Robb, all the while Gendry looks on with fond amusement, a hand to her back in a placating manner.

Maybe he is good for her. Maybe Gendry can be the calm that Arya needs, the way that Sansa is his.

If so, they have his blessing.

Okay so this is the thing. Guys I had a pretty bad anxiety/panic attack the other night. I mean, I couldn’t breathe properly, I was hyperventilating for hours, I actually grabbed my roommate and forced him to go on a walk with me at 1am because I was so restless and uneasy. I was scared, I felt like I was gonna pass out and die, it was bad. It was so bad.

I somehow managed to get my breathing under control and got like a few hours rest before I went to the doctor, who pretty much told me I needed to calm down and diagnosed me with really bad stress/anxiety, enough to put me on a mental health care plan and some mild meds for now. I need to book in to see a psych, I’ve taken time off work.

I’m telling you guys this because, I don’t even know why. I think I might not be myself for awhile. I’ve been waking up shaky and weak for the last three days. I haven’t eaten properly for that time.

I don’t know if I can write anything that’ll be any good for the next few weeks. I really need to concentrate on myself and getting better and pretty much just getting that feeling of overwhelming pressure off my shoulders.

If there is anyone who thinks unkindly of my current situation—and I doubt there is because all of you are so lovely, but just in case—I am absolutely a broken person right now, but I am doing my best to put myself back together again. Seeing a psych, taking meds, coping techniques, whatever.

I just don’t want to feel like this anymore.

It feels like I’m constantly asking you guys to be patient with me, but this time I really do need that patience and understanding. Thank you very much.

I love you all,
KC ❤️