i love jon walker so much

Realest Fucking Panic! Lyrics Ever
  • i need a little sympathy to sore my insecurities
  • our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos, i set my expectations high so nothing ever comes out right
  • should’ve known right from the start you can’t predict the end
  • and being blue is better than being over it
  • you could tell me secrets that i’ll probably repeat; i’m not trying to hurt you, i just love to speak
  • fought resistance nearly my entire life
  • it’s better to burn than to fade away, it’s better to leave than be replaced
  • girls love girls and boys and love is not a choice
  • i want to complicate you, don’t let me do this to myself
  • in the sickness of you, i’m just a white blood cell fighting like hell for you
  • all of trade mistakes
  • you are taking me apart like bad glue on a get well card
  • all of the calendar lmao that whole song’s a masterpiece
  • how does a heart love if no one has noticed its presence and where does it go
  • wake up to despise a world i once loved
  • if i wake in the morning i only need two more miracles to be a saint, everything i promised everyone i’d be well i just ain’t
  • ALL OF NORTHERN DOWNPOUR JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HOLY FUCK FLYING SHIT
  • can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid; sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again
  • talk to the mirror, oh choke back tears
  • im cutting my mind off, feels like my heart is going to burst
  • things have changed for me and that’s ok
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she had the world || panic! at the disco

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Why can’t y'all see that Jonathan Jacob Walker is my perfect unproblematic fave and he deserves the world

The Panic! Crash Course 2017

Okay.. So in 2005 some lovely dorks named Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith, Brent Wilson and Brendon Urie released Panic! into the world with their first album A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out. (the best album to ever be written on earth.. in my opinion)

The hit single “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” really hit it off and the album was certified double platinum (this basically means v good/much like/many buy/borkbork). It was on this tour Brent Wilson swiftly erm.. left the band and was replaced(?) by the one and only Jon Walker. This was around 2006.

The next album to be released was Pretty Odd in 2008 which was well, a pretty odd album. Not forgetting 2008 was also the year Live In Chicago became a thing! Hint: Ryan is the moon?? Euphemisms people… so many euphemisms.

Following this album Ross and Walker decided the direction of the band/music’s future was not something they wanted to be a part of and therefore departed because Urie and Smith wanted to make further changes to the band’s style of music. So here marks the next era of Panic beginning…

In 2011 the next album Vices & Virtues was released. This was Brendon and Spencers beautiful creation. This is where Brendon took over as the bands main writer of lyrics and also vocalist obviously. This album showed his hidden potential in a less groovy and more wavy sort of way. The music had a different sound but still fell under Panic! territory with its clever writing and questionable lyrics meaning. The album’s artwork was conceptualized by touring bassist Dallon Weekes who was inducted as a full-time member of the band near the end of recording. Ian Crawford also accompanied the band on tour as the lead guitarist.

In April 2013 Brendon also married his beautiful wife Sarah who we love and admire just as much as him. Vices & Virtues features a song called ‘Sarah Smiles’ which we are assuming refers to her!

Following this album our pride and joy Beebo (Brendon) found himself alone in writing the fourth album Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die! in 2013. Spencer had supposedly left the band in 2013 as he had not performed live since then. In 2015 it was confirmed. This album brought a whole mix of emotions and feelings. It possibly reflected on the past although not in a Pretty Odd sort of view. It was new, wild, matured and fiery. The progression of sound we heard in Vices & Virtues had continued.

Apologies, wrong image… okay there we go.

Finally the latest album we have seen was released in 2016 and was called Death Of A Bachelor.

Thought we were done reflecting on the past? WRONG. This wonderful album reflects on Brendon’s life, as well as delving into some of the best parts of old albums and creating an album every Panic fan whether new or old can enjoy… and so here we are now in 2017. Beebs is touring like a house on fire, and the future looks bright. I will keep this updated and we will see what the future holds. Bye for now! Adios!

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august 26 2006
[ft. joe trohman wearing flip flops]

Pillow Talk (Jonerys Fanfiction)

So this is just a small fiction taking place post #BoatSex (holy shit by the way); an intimate conversation and moment. 

Pairing: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen. 

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It occurred to Jon Snow; that it hadn’t been the best idea he’d ever had. But he couldn’t help himself, he’d fallen for the Dragon Queen. 

He’d falling deep into her violet eyes and her silver hair; her honesty and integrity, her strength and her love for the people. She was different; more so than any other King or Queen before her. And as he laid on his pillow; fur sheets covering them both as she sighs deeply on his chest, he couldn’t help but feel content; for the first time since… Ygritte

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Love is the bane of honour, the death of duty | The Dragonpit scene

This episode was the physical embodiment of this warning, now that I think about it. And yes! I’ve been repeatedly watching Jonerys scenes on near-loop since the episode came out because I’m in love and that killed my duty, so see, it works on multilevels 😂

When Aemon Targaryen had said this to Jon, I had thought it applied to Ygritte later, but it wasn’t it. Because with Ygritte, Jon always chose honor/duty, and though the choice wasn’t easy, he never sacrificed his duty for love (technically, he didn’t sacrifice honor for love too, he did it for duty). Of course, the lesson that Jon finally learned was that if anything can make someone forget their duty, it’s love, and no matter how honorable a man is, honor seems a small price to pay for the warmth of love. With Ygritte, though he came close, he never forgot his duty because as I’ve said numerous times, that wasn’t a choice. Be with Ygritte and let the entire Night’s Watch, countless innocents, his family and who knows who else just die? Come on, we all knew that was so not happening. But with Dany… Here is where it gets trickier and I loved how the episode set up the honor vs love clash we can expect next season.

So, the first scene (after Dany’s extra extra appearance 😂) is when Jon publicly pledges himself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.

Oh wait, do you hear that? The sound of complete utter silence? That’s the sound of all the antis who were loudly clamouring about how Jon is playing Dany. And that whirring sound is their brains switching to a really high gear as they desperately try to ‘reach’ for a new explanation other than Jon being in love with Dany. Funny isn’t it, how one section of the antis is completely okay with butchering his character which is literally a symbol of honesty and honor and staying true to his word. Cersei’s deliberate ‘Ned Stark’s son’ was a reminder that Jon stands for not just honor in the narrative but duty, and unnecessary cruel treachery is by no means part of that code of honor and duty; but to part of the Jonsa Fandom what matters is that he shack up with Sansa even if it be the biggest OOC action ever for him, while the other section, of course, is happy to pile hate on him because he loves someone they don’t and are now loudly proclaiming how he isn’t even good enough for Sansa anymore. Like really? Dislike a ship all you want, but in this house, we do not tolerate any disrespect of the purest of all puppies Jon Snow, and we defend his honor and will continue to do so to best of our abilities.

So anyway this scene, Cersei makes a very reasonable offer in exchange for the truce, [and of course we now know that all she was trying to do was deal with her enemies one by one by dividing them (classic Cersei)], and listen no one, not one person, even considers that Jon will turn her down, not even Daenerys!

In that moment, everyone believed that they had succeeded and it was a done deal and let’s all pack up and go home. This scene simply smashed any theories of Jon playing Dany (like any reasonable person thought he was? 🙄) Why do I say that?

Every person, most notably on Team Dragonstone looked various states of surprised/shocked when he announced his allegiance to Daenerys, not just because it was a foolish thing to do, but because none of them were aware of it happening! Dany hadn’t informed any of them about what had happened between them on the boat, which is definitely odd because if the King in the North has submitted to you, shouldn’t you inform at least your Hand about it? But she didn’t do it. Why?

Because she did not take his submission seriously. Say what you will about Dany, but she knew that his swearing allegiance to her could stem in part from an overwhelming feeling of gratitude (and possibly the other overwhelming feeling of love? 😂) and she respected him enough to give him the chance to declare his submission to her in his own time and way, without pushing him into a corner where he would have no other option but to back her. She wanted his allegiance to come of his own free will, and that, ladies and gentlemen, made me love her like crazy. It was almost like giving him a way out, because she didn’t even tell Tyrion what had happened between them, and that’s interesting because it only emphasizes how much she trusts Jon and trusts that he will be true to his word.

And Jon, oh Jon! 💖😍 If Daenerys has come far from her first meeting, he has too. If this same offer had been made before he met Dany, he would obviously have accepted it because his priority was the White Walker threat, the Northern independence and the staying as far as possible from Southern politics. This offer was literally everything he had wanted at the beginning, all neatly wrapped up and handed to him on a platter, which is why everyone expected him to accept it. Because there is no reason to refuse! Right? Right?? Now I kept saying all along that Jon wasn’t playing Dany, he couldn’t possibly be doing that because his actions are not that of a player. And no moment more strongly proves my point than this one. The ‘undercover lover’ theory could have worked if Jon had agreed to the truce. He wouldn’t even have needed to justify it to Dany or anyone else, and if he did, all he had to say was that of course he’s still loyal to her, but she doesn’t need the North as much as she needs a truce with Cersei, and she would have agreed. Like seriously, it was such a neat solution. Jon would have gotten everything he wanted without having to give anything in return, Dany wouldn’t have doubted Jon’s loyalty and would have still helped him defeat the Night King without assuming that he’s fallen in love with her (which is what she’s probably been trying to convince herself about anyway after the intense hand holding, that it was a spur of the moment thing and ’Jon Snow isn’t actually in love me and the longing stares were just him being hopeful for a successful military alliance!‘😂), and of course, the antis would have had a field day because if Jon was truly in love with Daenerys, then why didn’t he publicly stand up for her in the pit? And what did our precious puppy decide to do? What he does best! Make a stand because it is the honorable thing to do, and also because there is no way he’s not going to help Daenerys take down Cersei at a time when she will need all the help she can get! It’s honor born out of love! And my Jonerys heart has never danced such a gig as it did in that moment. Because in this scene, Jon not only does the honorable thing, but he also reveals that his feelings for Dany go beyond political alliances, or the crass 'use her for her dragons’ theory.

And this scene was yet another iconic moment in their relationship, when Dany - whose sole focus was winning the Iron Throne - is now giving much more importance to Jon’s original goal, and Jon - whose sole focus was defeating the White Walkers - is now giving more importance to Dany’s original goal. The dynamic is so beautiful because they haven’t just fallen in love with each other, no, they have come to understand the other’s viewpoint, they have come to know, respect and admire the other person and value their goals and give them the importance they deserve. Because if defeating the White Walkers is important to save humanity, so is defeating Cersei, who has shown time and again that all she truly cares about is her immediate family, completely disregarding the realm, unlike both Jon and Dany. Their relationship is so complex, so balanced, so beautiful. It’s not just as simple as ’ice and fire’ by any means. And this scene brought out their relationship dynamic extremely well.

So this tiny sliver of a moment between Cersei’s offer and Jon’s rejection gave me intense Jonerys feels because Dany’s trust in Jon is so unwaveringly strong that she expected, wanted even, him to agree to Cersei’s condition. Which is a glorious way to show how far she’s come from her initial stance of ’bend the knee’. Dany has realized the importance of the Northern threat and when she pledged to destroy the Night King in return for nothing, she meant it. How do I know that? Because she was willing to let Jon remain neutral ’for the greater good’. See, this is why I love Dany. The White Walkers are a threat to the entire realm, and Dany is dedicating all her forces towards their destruction, that is after losing already having lost a dragon. She could have gone the Cersei way of letting the world burn as long as it didn’t affect her, but she didn’t. [A lot of antis make her sound like a tyrant and I’m just so done, but that’s another post. This one is strictly 💖Jonerys💖]. She is actively contributing and asking for nothing in return. Cersei, on the other hand, is only being asked to not make Daenerys fight on two fronts. Dany could very well have demanded Jon Snow’s help in return later, and it would only have been fair. But she didn’t. Even knowing that after fighting the White Walkers, her forces will be heavily depleted and facing Cersei will be more difficult, Dany still does not expect/want Jon to help her. If that isn’t reason enough for Jon to support her, I don’t know what is. Antis claiming that she’s an entitled selfish supremist??? Antis claiming that Jon has zero reason to like/admire her??? When she’s thinking exactly the way Jon wanted her to, realizing the importance of the White Walkers threat and not demanding anything in return. My Jonerys heart melted at this scene! 😭💖

And of course, Dany’s face was priceless!

She was so torn between ’oh you idiot, now you’ve done it’ and ’my God, I love this man’. The perfect mixture of exasperation and admiration was so perfectly pulled off! Because of course she had wanted him to agree, that was the logical thing to do. But then he didn’t, and her face is like.. Yeah, no wonder I love him. Because this is part of who Jon Snow is, and part of the reason we adore him so much. Lies and deceit don’t come easy to him, this man doesn’t lie unless he absolutely has to, unless he has no other choice, and even then it’s not easy, and that makes him the hero we all love.

Another thing I found super interesting about this scene is Jon’s choice of words, but that’ll be a whole other post.

Also, I love how their ‘together’ness is echoed in everything. They will defeat the White Walker ‘together’ and then fight to overthrow Cersei ‘together’.

*jonerys feels intensify*

An Honest Mistake

This is probably one of my favorite prompt ideas I’ve ever gotten honestly. @mikimiska113 , I love this so much!

Takes place on Dragonstone. More alcohol involved lol 

Jon hadn’t known what to expect when Tyrion had invited him to his solar late at night for a ‘serious discussion’ but it hadn’t been a drinking game with him and Grey Worm. 

He poured himself another glass, knowing even as he topped it off that he should stop now before he did something he would regret later. But he also knew that he wouldn’t; it was nice, in a way, to just be able to talk freely about nothing of consequence with a couple of friends (at least, he hoped Grey Worm was a friend; it was hard to tell sometimes with the Unsullied commander) without worrying about what would happen on the morrow. 

“The last time you lay with someone,” Tyrion said, looking at both of them with eyes that were barely bloodshot, even though he’d drank more wine than both of the others combined. “Lord Snow, you’re first.”

He toyed with the rim of his glass, not looking at either of them. “Several years,” he muttered as he took another long sip. 

Tyrion almost spat out his wine. “Several years? I would have supposed the first thing you did once you left the Night’s Watch would be to find a woman to lie with.” Jon noticed he didn’t say anything about how Jon had broken his vows; doubtless he’d already guessed. The Lannister had always seemed to know things without anyone telling him. 

“Didn’t find the right woman. I’m still looking.”

“If you wanted to, there are brothels near the harbor-”

He shrugged. “Whores have never been my type.” Not after his own mother had likely been one; he wouldn’t condemn an innocent child to his fate. 

“Well, you have more restraint than I do.” Tyrion turned to Grey Worm, who took another sip from his glass. “And what about you, Grey Worm? I’m sure there are other ways you can find pleasure, even without your…parts.”

 The soldier nodded, stone faced. “Several days ago.”

This time Tyrion really did spit out his wine. “Did you really? I was expecting it would take at least another month. Was it Missandei?”

Grey Worm nodded again, still expressionless. 

“Well, that’s excellent. Congratulations. As for myself…I have to confess, I haven’t lay with anyone since right before I left Meereen. Being the Hand to the Queen is quite time consuming and I haven’t had the time or interest to explore the harbor.” He spoke casually and drank more wine; Jon wondered just how much he was used to drinking, because he was already starting to feel sick. 

“She’s quite a woman,” Jon replied. He couldn’t imagine having that job the Dragon Queen was fiercely passionate about the causes she cared about, but also fiery and impulsive. She may not have been her father, but many of her Targaryen traits were readily apparent. 

“That she is. Her heart is in the right place…she just isn’t always certain how to go about accomplishing her goals. Very like someone else I know.”

Jon reddened. “She’s quite determined.”

“She wouldn’t have gotten very far if she’d been anything less. Certainly not to the place she is now. Grey Worm, what do you think we should do about Cersei Lannister?”

“I am not strong at diplomacy, only at battle. We could overrun the city easily, within a day…but the Queen will not, because she does not wish to hurt innocents. But we are running out of choices; the longer we allow the Mad Queen to rally her forces the more likely that she will attack in a way that we will have trouble repelling.” 

“You’re a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Grey Worm didn’t answer. “What would you do, Jon Snow, if you were in our position?”

Jon shrugged. “I have no place-”

“Hypothetically. The Queen seems to value your counsel; you stopped her from burning the Red Keep to the ground.” 

“It doesn’t matter what I say, what any of us do, if we don’t confront the threat to the North.”

“I don’t know much about the White Walkers, but I’m beginning to think that you bring them up whenever you don’t want to talk about something.”

“That’s ridiculous.” 

Tyrion smirked, refilling his glass and Jon’s without being asked. “You’re not as clever as you believe you are, Lord Snow. Not so good at hiding your emotions. Or maybe I’m just used to seeing people in love-God knows my siblings were always giving each other eyes, even when we were growing up. I know what a man looks like when he’s undressing a woman with his eyes.” 

Jon felt the back of his neck redden. “I did nothing of the sort.”

“He did, didn’t he Grey Worm?”

Jon silently pleaded with Grey Worm, hoping he could find an ally, but the soldier only looked slightly more interested. “He watches the Queen whenever he believes she’s not looking.”

“That’s not true-” Jon protested. 

“Grey Worm is a skilled soldier of the most highly disciplined army in the known world. Forgive me if I believe him more than I believe you. New round: we’ll ask you a question and you give us an answer. If we think you’re lying, you have to take another drink.”

He already knew he’d feel ill in the morning. “I shouldn’t-”

“A drink or two won’t hurt you. Trust me. I would know.” 

Jon sighed, already knowing the night wouldn’t end any other way. “Fine. But just a couple of questions.”

“Do you love our queen?”

“No.”

Tyrion rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to try harder than that. Take a drink.” Grey Worm looked amused as he nodded, and his eyes almost looked like they were laughing as Jon took another drink. “Do you want to kiss her?”

“No.”

“Take a drink. You’re a terrible liar-which is the only reason why I even believe in these White Walkers you’re so dead set on.” 

He could feel the alcohol taking effect and briefly Jon wondered whether this had been Tyrion’s intention all along, to ascertain to how deep his feelings for Dany went. “She’s…not what I expected.”

“If it’s any comfort, she loves you too. She’s never looked at anyone the way she looks at you. It would be sweet perhaps, if it weren’t so inconvenient.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. In a few days I’ll be gone and she’ll never have to deal with me again.”

“Do you really think she wants that?” Tyrion refilled his glass, opening another bottle of wine. “I’ve been thinking about this and…I may have found a solution.”

This should be good. “And what kind of solution were you thinking of?”

“A marriage.” 

It was Jon’s turn to choke on his drink. “What?” 

“It makes perfect sense; you’ll both have to marry at some point, and if I know my history correctly the Starks don’t have the same propensity for marrying siblings that the Targaryens do. You’ll both keep your crowns and combine your forces.”

For just a second he allowed himself to entertain the idea. “I don’t-”

Tyrion shrugged. “It’s just a suggestion. But it may give you what you’re looking for-and a little more besides.” 

“That’s not a decision I can make now, without consulting my advisors.”

“Will you have the time to talk to them?”

He took another drink. Using my own words against me? Clever. He forced himself to stand, even as the ceiling swung in ever widening circles around him. “This has been a lovely evening, gentlemen, but I’m afraid I have to go.” 

“Are you sure? I still have another bottle-”

To Jon’s surprise, Grey Worm stood up as well-and if he was drunk, he didn’t show it. “I should go as well. Thank you, Lord Tyrion.”

Jon managed to leave the room without staggering too much-but once the door had safely closed behind them his legs almost gave out from under him and he found himself gripping Grey Worm’s shoulder until he caught his balance. 

The Unsullied looked more surprised than upset. “Are you sure you’re all right, Lord Snow?”

“For the moment.” He knew he wouldn’t be in the morning, but that was still a long time away. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Grey Worm nodded to him once and walked away, his posture meticulously straight. 

Jon got lost on the way to his chambers and found himself in a part of the castle he didn’t recognize at all. He didn’t realize how late it was; the corridors were deserted and all of the servants had gone home for the night, so there was no one that he could have asked for help even if he’d wanted to. 

Thankfully, that also meant there was no one around to see him trying not to stagger around drunkenly and failing miserably. 

Finally he reached the door to his room and opened it carefully. He was practically ready to fall into bed; his shoes were halfway off and he was undoing the first few buttons on his shirt when he closed the door behind him and realized that his bedroom had changed-and he wasn’t alone. 

The room was dominated by a heavy wooden bed, covered in black and red sheets. A desk rested against one wall, and a table under the window held a miniature version of the armies map in the war room. At least, that was what he could make out in the darkness-until there was a rustling from the bed and someone lit a candle, throwing the face of the Dragon Queen into shadow. She was so confused that Jon almost found it funny. “Lord Snow?” 

“Your Grace? What are you doing in my chambers?”

She didn’t look upset-just very, very confused. “These aren’t your chambers, Lord Snow. They’re on the other side of the castle.” Ever so slowly, she got to her feet. Her hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders and she wore a nightgown that seemed lighter than air; she reminded him of one of the wood spirits Old Nan had always told stories about, made of air and sunlight and impossible for mortal men to touch. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Must have just gotten turned around, that’s all.” He turned towards the door-and practically tripped over her boots, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. 

She rushed to his side and grabbed his arm, as if to keep him from falling (she was stronger than she looked). “Are you drunk?”

“…No.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can smell the wine on your breath.”

“It was only a glass or two.”

She shook her head. “Believe me, if you’d only had a glass or two you’d already be in your own bed, asleep-”

“Lord Tyrion said I should marry you.” He didn’t know why the words came out. They just did, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. 

For a moment, Dany looked at him like he was out of his mind entirely. “He said what?” 

“It’s a strategic match; the North still has their king, and you have all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“All right…well, what do you think about it?”

“I don’t know.” He knew that what he was thinking at the moment was that he wanted to tear off her nightdress, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate that. “I should speak to Davos about it first.”

“That’s a good idea-and perhaps you should wait until you’re sober.” She turned to go to bed and he knew, rationally, that he should leave-he’d already made a big enough fool of himself for one night. 

But the words came out anyway. “You’re very beautiful.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to him. Her expression was inscrutable-and he was fairly sure it wasn’t just because of the wine. “I…thank you.” She sounded uncertain, almost worried, as if it had been the last thing she was expecting him to say. 

The alcohol dulled his senses and made him bold. He took a step forward before he could think better of it, before he could talk himself down from it, easily closing the distance between them. She looked at him carefully, questioningly-and he kissed her before he could think better of it, before the alcohol would wear off enough for him to realize what a very bad thing this was and how much he would regret it later. 

Kissing her was everything he’d thought it would be and more, the few times he’d allowed himself to imagine it. Her mouth was soft and warm and tasted of salt air and open sea, and a distant smoky and charred scent that he could only imagine was dragonfire. Their lips moved together and he’d found they had moved closer together as well until there was no space between them at all and he brought his hand up to cup her cheek, stroking her fair skin. 

When she stepped away, his head was whirling-but reality came back to him in a sudden, savage rush. 

Neither of them knew what to say, and the distance that had once seemed nonexistent now seemed impassable. Her eyes were guarded, her expression unreadable. 

“I’m sorry, your Grace. Good night.” He left the room with as much composure as he could muster and ran like hell as soon as the door closed behind him, as if he could somehow outrun the weight of his mistake-only to double back, open the door, and say (as if to seal his fate) “I love you.”


“That must have been some heavy wine last night, Lord Snow.”

There was a joking tone in the Queen’s voice and he couldn’t understand why. Yes, he’d been drinking the night before…but he hadn’t thought it was that obvious. He’d had a wicked hangover and had vomited twice in the early morning, but now he was feeling if not completely normal then at least halfway there. “Really? What gave it away?”

Her eyes dimmed. He’d never really seen the light leave someone’s eyes, had never really known what that expression meant…but he did now. “You don’t remember,” she said coldly, almost imperiously, “coming into my chambers at quite an ungodly hour insisting they were your own? And then kissing me?”

He went cold all over. That couldn’t be right. First of all, he would never do something like that and never put himself in such a position. And he would remember…that if he’d actually done it. 

But the more he thought about it, the more he scoured his memory, the more he thought he remembered it-a room lit only by a single candle, her cheek in his hand, her lips on his, and the look in her eyes when he’d left the room, as if he’d finally managed to do something that surprised her. Seven hells. “Your Grace, I’m very sorry about any impropriety-”

“Don’t apologize.” She looked almost amused, even though he wasn’t amused in the slightest. Gods, this could ruin him. “You were quite drunk. No one else needs to know, as far as I can tell. An honest mistake. Although, it was quite enjoyable.” She walked back to break her fast with Missandei, and Jon saw the Queen’s closest advisor sneak a glance at him as if to make sure he was behaving himself. If only you knew. 

Seven hells, Jon. He attacked his plate of roast sausage in silence. 

He only looked up once to see Tyrion looking at him from the other side of the table. And he could have sworn he was smiling, as if he somehow knew all about what had transpired the night before. 

me: *takes a deep breath*
me: i lo-

anyone who has spent 5 seconds around me ever: yes, you love ryan ross, we know, you love ryan ross so much, he is the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love ryan ross, WE KNOW, you love ryan ross you fucking love ryan ross ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE RYAN ROSS. WE GET IT.