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edensbuttercups · 3 years

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🤠Pairing: Jaskier x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Prompt: They have been friends since they were little, the reader has a crush on Jaskier but is too shy to tell him how she really feels. The day she was about to confess everything, they had a fight over a big missunderstanding and stop talking for a while. Geralt and Yennefer find out what happened and do what they can to get them both back to what they had before but it doesn't work.

The day of her own birthday (January 31st it's my birthday!!! Hehe) the reader goes to a karaoke bar thinking that no one of her friends was going to be there, since she wanted to spend her day alone because it was the anniversary of that fight and at the same bar. She sings "Two Pieces" by Demi Lovato to say everything and, when she finishes, she realizes that her friends heard her singing, including her crush (whi had gone there to sing with his band a few hours earlier)

A little bit of angst and fluff and a happy ending where the two of then confess their love in the most beautiful and angsty way? And maybe a little bit of Geralt making his best friend see reason and tellong him to go to get her before it's too late because she's planning to go to another city for a whule to get away a little bit?

A/N: first of all I apologise for not posting this earlier!! I was planning on posting this on your birthday but then a) the story didn’t get saved so I had to rewrite it, b) I brought my computer at work (where this was on) and forgot it there) and c) haven’t been able to post on tumblr for some reason for about two hours?? Help. And this proves yet again that I’m a clumsy mess and shouldn’t be trusted! BUT here I am now, so, @caritobbg, hope you like this and sorry yet again! 💖

Also this is a mess but hey, so am I 🤠

I think I love you.

That’s what you had planned on saying. But now here you where, sitting in the now-empty room, looking up at the disco ball, spinning around to the sound of silence. The silver and pink ribbons shifted ever so slightly while you moved your legs closer to your chest.

This was supposed to be a good day, a day full of happiness, friends, drinks, songs, love. But out of all the possibilities, you never thought you’d end up arguing with him. You had fought in the past, heavens, you had known each other for way to long not to have had to, but this time stung more. The way his eyes shifted between you and the room, begging for you to say something, to do something, before finally realising you wouldn’t. And the thing was, you didn’t know why you didn’t.

“I was just joking! You don’t have to take everything so seriously, dude” You heard Jake apologising about the stupid joke he made about Jaskier’s song, and you also saw Jaskier glaring at him for a moment before meeting your eyes once more. “I’ll be leaving.” “Jaskier…” you tried, reaching out to him as fast as he moved away from you. “Happy birthday again.” he muttered, turning around and walking up from the small make-shift karaoke room you had prepared.

After that night he hadn’t called you. You didn’t text and didn’t call either, thinking that giving him space might be the right choice. But then a week passed. And then two. And before you knew it, it had been a month.

Jask, I’m sorry about what happened. Jake was just joking. (message delivered)

Jask? (message delivered)

Jask, I know you’re mad, but he was joking. We’re still friends though, right? (message delivered).

You sighed, letting the phone fall. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You thought about that night almost every day, the innocent joke that Jake made, mocking the cheesy love-song Jask had recently composed. You liked the song. You liked Jaskier. Did he misunderstand?

Time passed. Days, weeks, months. You carried on as normal, working, living as normal. Almost as normal.

You walked slowly, taking in the sunset as it painted the buildings pink. You raised your phone to your ear, ordering something from your favourite take away place, too tired to cook something for yourself.

You closed the door behind you, sighing after the long day at work. You turned the music on and moved to the music, happy to spend the evening on your sofa.

It didn’t take long for you to hear a knock on the door, standing and glancing at the clock, surprised at the speed of the delivery. You swung the door open, taking a step back, surprised.

“How are you?” the white-haired man said, offering a kind smile. “Oh. Geralt? Yen? What are you guys doing here?” “We brought drinks.” Geralt explained. “And company.” Yen added, gesturing at her and Geralt. “We heard about the fight. And we also heard you still haven’t talked about it.” “He won’t answer me. My calls, my texts,..” “I can talk to him.” Geralt said, placing the beers down on the table and opening one.

“Okay. I’ll… yeah, try. Thank you.” you smiled.

You spent the rest of the evening smiling and laughing with your friends, talking about old times, fun mistakes and spontaneous adventures you had all said yes to. You hoped things would go back to normal, and you knew they did too, but things had started falling into place. A different place. But now that the dust was settling life was taking structure again. You still saw Yen, enjoying her company on lonely nights and shopping trips, and Geralt, sometimes meeting him after work for a quick jog or a simple chat. And you knew they still saw Jaskier in their own time.

It was okay.

The next day, walking home once again from work, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You picked it up and answered.

“Hey Geralt, how are you?”

“Hey! I’m good, you?”

“Doing good. You know Eric, from work? He brought donuts for everyone this afternoon, so that was a huge plus.”

“Text me next time and I’ll pop by to steal some” “Will do.” you laughed.

“I wanted to tell you that I talked to Jaskier. Or at least, I tried. He dodged the subject pretty well. I can see he still car-“ “Thanks, Geralt. It’s okay. Just… let’s leave it at that.”

“Okay. Want me to come over? We can watch that film you’ve had on your bucket list for a while.”

“Sure. Thank you.”

“No problem. Be over in 20!”

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You smiled, moving on the stage. People were cheering you on as you sang. You didn’t know anyone there, so you didn’t care what anyone thought. You were sad, it was your birthday, and it had been a whole year without hearing from Jaskier, if not from what your friends told you about him.

You kept singing, throwing everything you felt out, letting go.

“We don't know where to go, so I'll just get lost with you We'll never fall apart, 'cause we fit together right, we fit together right These dark clouds over me, rain down and roll away We'll never fall apart, 'cause we fit together like We fit together like Two pieces of a broken heart“

you felt a tear roll down your cheek as you neared the last phrase.

“There’s a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play”

You moved back, hearing someone else singing the ending of the song. A voice you new well. You turned towards the voice, seeing Geralt and Yen smile behind Jaskier.

“What are you doing here?” you started, ready to flee the scene. “I was practicing here this afternoon. Yen and Geralt came to pick me up for a night out. We weren’t stalking you.” “Jask.” Yen mumbled. “I… It’s your birthday, right?” “Right.” He nodded, looking back at your friends for a second before nodding, letting them know he wanted a moment alone with you. They smiled and moved towards the bar, far enough to give you some privacy. “Jask, you can go. I’m alright.” “Happy Birthday.” “Thank you.” you smiled. “I missed you.” you added. “I did too.” You looked around, not sure what to talk about. “You sang well.” he stated, pointing at the stage. “Thank you. I… actually chose that song ‘cause… ehm… nothing.” you laughed, taking a step back. “I’ve got to apologise.” “Jaskier, you don’t-“ “No, let me finish. I’m sorry. Because I cut you off for a whole year. But I didn’t plan to. The first week, I was too embarrassed. The next, angry. After that time passed and I felt like I was just going to make a scene if I came back out of nowhere. Geralt said you were okay and that was all that mattered to me, so I just… let you go, I guess.” “but why didn’t you answer my messages?” he furrowed his eyebrows, looking around, trying to understand. “Messages… Oh.” “What?” “My phone. Broke. I thought the contacts would just sync with the new number?" “Oh. So you weren’t ignoring me!” “I’d never do that! I thought you didn’t want to talk to me!” “But why?” “Because of the song?” “I liked the song?” “The song was for you. The things I said, the emotions I expressed, were all things you made me feel.” “Oh Jaskier. I didn’t know. I thought it was just another song. For another girl.” “Oh but they’ve all been for you, dear. You never noticed, and I figured as much, but that night I wanted to let you know, let everyone know. But when Jake made that joke, and you laughed, I thought you figured it all out and thought you hated it. Hated me.” “Never. But when you say “made me feel”…” you trailed on, waiting for his reaction. “Has anything changed? I know it’s been a year, but…” you carried on. You felt two heavy hands rest on your shoulders, and quickly turned to meet Geralt’s eyes. “Of course he does. A whole year and he barely shut up about you. “How is she doing? Is she okay? What has she been up to? Does she have a boyfriend?”. Heh, he’s smitten and has been for a long time.” “Geralt, I swear to God…” Jaskier reached for Geralt, jumping around, trying to land a punch. You jumped between them, landing a quick kiss on Jaskier’s lips before leaping away, pulling Geralt away with you. You watched as he stayed still, dumbfounded, for a minute, his cheeks red. But not long after there he was, chasing after the two of you and laughing along, with the intention of thanking getting revenge on Geralt and kissing you ‘till the sun came up.

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cheri-translates · 4 years

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[CN] Gavin’s Misunderstandings Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Edit: It has been released in EN as of 13 October!

This is only the second time since they reunited that Gavin and MC are meeting for non-work purposes.

While MC is on her way to meet Gavin at the park, she notes how scorching the heat is, and that if she had known that the weather would be this hot, she would have picked an indoor activity instead.

However, since they’re already at the park and there are periodic gusts of wind, she feels it’s a suitable day for boat rowing. At the same time, she’s worried that Gavin wouldn't find boat rowing interesting.

She sees Gavin in the distance and hurries over to him:

Before she says anything:

Gavin: You want to do that? We can do it together.

Even though the intimidating aura around him has lessened, I’m still at a loss and don’t know how to get close to him.

I want to try understanding what interests him, but he doesn’t speak much.

Seeing that I haven’t given him an answer, he repeats the question, once again leaving the choice to me.

Gavin: Do you want to do this, or look around?

MC: It just brings back a sense of nostalgia. When I was young, I would do this with my father. I think I haven’t done it ever since I got older.

Looking towards the little boats, Gavin hesitates for a moment. It’s clear that he is about to say something, but he swallows it, shutting his lips.

If it wasn’t for his odd behaviour, I wouldn’t have realized that the topic I brought up had struck a nerve…

Gavin seems to have a tense relationship with his family, and I rarely hear him bring them up.

I hurriedly rack my brains, thinking of ways to salvage the situation. Surprisingly, Gavin is the one who breaks the silence.

Gavin: You have such a good relationship with your family. My family usually doesn’t go out, maybe once a year to the park.

MC: I see… Then again, it’s rare to bring boys out for such activities.

Gavin: Really? I’m not so sure. I just wanted to try doing it with you.

Hearing this and thinking about how I’ve never seen him react to trying something completely new, I start to feel excited. I begin imagining his reaction to stepping on a boat for the first time – would he still remain as stoic as usual?

MC agrees, but the queue for the tickets is incredibly long so tells her to find a place to sit while he gets the tickets. After a long wait, Gavin returns… with fishing equipment.

It turns out Gavin and MC had misunderstood each other:

Gavin: I misunderstood. I noticed you looking towards the lake, so I thought you were interested in fishing.

The laughter of the surroundings float towards us, a stark contrast to Gavin’s awkward solemnness. Tickled by the look of embarrassment on his face, I can’t help but let out a laugh. The more he confusedly asks me what happened, the more I laugh, to the point where I begin tearing up.

Gavin: What happened? Is it really that funny?

MC: No, nothing, haha. I just find this misunderstanding amusing.

With this, he lets out a breath, a smile in his eyes.

Gavin: While I was in the queue, I even pictured how you looked like fishing as a child.

MC: How can children have the patience to fish?

Gavin: If it were a normal child, that would be true. But you shouldn’t have a problem with it.

MC: Are you saying that I have the mentality of an old person?

Gavin: No, that’s not what I meant. In high school, you…

Upon bringing up high school, he immediately shuts his mouth, stiffly changing the topic.

Gavin: It’s fine, I’ll go back to get the correct tickets.

MC tells him that since the tickets have already been purchased, they should just try fishing. Since they rarely come here, they should create special memories:

Gavin: Even through fishing?

MC: Of course! This is the first time we’re both fishing, so it’s a worthwhile memory! Let’s set this day to be our “Fishing Anniversary” every year.

Gavin: Fishing Anniversary? Sounds good.

MC: I just spouted it randomly…

To hide the blush that is slowly creeping up my cheeks, I lower my face, snatching the fishing rod and bucket from him.

MC: All right all right, if we wait any longer, all the good spots near the lake would be taken!

Gavin: Okay. Give the things to me, you can pick the spot?

Out of nowhere, his fingertips brush the back of my hand. Warm, refreshing and dry, just like a summer wind. We both retract our hands at the same time, as though shocked by an electric current. After hesitating for a few seconds, he takes the fishing equipment from me.

Gavin: Oh right, the path to the lake is a little slippery, so hold onto me.

Looking at his outstretched palm, I nod my head and place my hand atop his. With my hand in his, he clasps our hands together a little tighter.

He follows my pace, and at certain points specially turns around to give me directions on which areas are safer to step on.

Since we’re at the lake and sheltered by shadows cast by the trees, logically speaking, the temperature here should be cooler than other places. Yet, I only feel my face heating up unnaturally, perhaps even hotter than being under the sun.

Although this is their first fishing experience, Gavin is surprisingly adept. He patiently shows MC what to do and warns her to be careful not to cut herself on the fishing line.

Without realizing it, I move closer and closer, until I hear a light cough from above my head.

Gavin: …If you can’t see it clearly, I can go even slower.

It is only now that I notice that I’m as good as glued to Gavin’s arm. Upon this realisation, the skin that made contact with his became even hotter than my head which has been under the blazing sun. Even my face starts to feel warm. My deafeningly loud heart beats block out all the sounds from my surroundings and even his voice.

Gavin: Are you feeling unwell? Your face is very red.

MC: No, not at all! The weather is just a little warm.

With exaggerated movements, I fan myself with my hand in an attempt to hide the redness of my face brought about by shyness.

Unexpectedly, he lifts the back of his hand to my face, checking if I am running a fever.

His drooping eyelashes soften his gaze, and his gentleness is comparable to the peaceful stirring of the lake, creating ripples on my heart. All hopes of calming down are gone, and I feel like I am going to explode amid the heat.

Gavin continues being blissfully unaware that he is the culprit of my plight.

He stretches out his palm in front of me. The originally stagnant air starts moving under his direction, brushing past the trees, brushing past his tidy short hair, and brushing past my crimson cheeks.

The heat is no longer unbearable.

Through this whole process, Gavin’s amber eyes remain fixed on my dazed face, his expression worried and serious.

Gavin: How is it? Feeling better?

MC: Much better. Thanks to that gust of wind!

Right after the words leave my mouth, the originally gentle wind suddenly shifts chaotically in all directions, like a beast with the lock of its cage removed. My hair ends up splayed all over my face. Through my messy hair, I can see Gavin looking frantic.

The chaotic wind stills, and he hurriedly and carefully helps me tidy my hair.

Gavin: I’m sorry, I lost control for a while.

MC: It’s not your fault, it was the wind after all.

Gavin: So… it is my fault.

They start picking up the fishing equipment that got splayed around, and Gavin seems to be searching for something in particular. Suddenly, they find themselves within nose-touching distance:

Our breaths are mixed together with the heat waves of summer, causing our faces to feel hot. I unconsciously shrink backwards, but his hand wraps around my back, holding me tightly in his arms.

Gavin: Wait, don’t move.

Nervous to the point where my eyes forgot how to blink, I watch as he moves forward.

He gazes at the side of my face, both hands hooking something onto my earlobe. I can feel his fingertips on my earlobe, and heart threatens to leap out of my chest.

The wind has become stagnant, the air completely still. His movements seem to be in slow motion and crystal clear.

After a relatively long time, he shifts some stray hair behind my ear, and opens the front camera of his phone towards me.

Gavin: It’s supposed to be worn like that, right?

MC: What is it?

Gavin: Ear cuffs. They were blown away just now.

Half of Gavin’s face appears in the phone screen, a serious expression on his face as he points to the ear cuff on my ear.

Clumsily, I accidentally pressed a button on his phone, and my dazed face is immediately saved in Gavin’s phone.

MC: Ah! Wait! Let me delete that photo!

Gavin: It’s fine to keep it. It’s cute. You look good with those ear cuffs.

Even though I can’t tell if he is complimenting the ear cuffs or me, it doesn’t stop my face from heating up several degrees.

They continue fishing, with him giving her tips on what to take note of. MC ends up catching three fishes while Gavin catches none. MC thinks that the fish can probably sense Gavin’s intimidating aura, which is why no fishes have come near.

After a while, MC can’t help but pat his shoulder and comfort him. Just as she finishes talking, Gavin’s fishing rod finally latches onto something heavy – a big tortoise. As he retrieves the tortoise from the hook, blood starts running onto Gavin’s arm.

While MC panics, Gavin calmly washes his hand in the lake.

Gavin: The one who got hurt isn’t me, it’s the tortoise.

I turn my attention to the tortoise which has hid inside its shell. Sure enough, its front leg has been cut.

MC: It looks like it’s in a lot of pain…

Gavin: I’m not sure how to stop the bleeding. Let’s bring it to the park helpers.

While he speaks, he takes off his white jacket without a moment’s hesitation and wraps the tortoise in it.

MC: Your jacket! Wouldn’t using a towel be enough?

Gavin: It’s all right, let’s bring it to the park helpers quickly.

His tenderness is so selfless, whether towards humans or animals.

They bring the tortoise to the park helpers, who assure them that it would be fine. They head to the washroom to clean up, and MC sees Gavin at the water cooler:

The crystal-like column of water sprays onto his lips, and the sweat dripping off the side of his neck shines in the sunlight. In a moment, his clean and cool breath is carried by the breeze into my heart.

There is a small patch of mud on his face, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I straighten my hand to wipe the stain off him. He immediately turns around, eyes filled with consternation.

Perhaps it is just the red flowers of the trees above, but I think I see a crimson flash on his face. I feel slightly embarrassed.

MC: Erm… Your face is dirty, let me help you wipe it off.

Gavin: Oh, so that’s what you were doing… Thank you.

MC: It feels like we keep misunderstanding each other today…

Gavin: Yeah. I’ll do my best to prevent it as much as possible next time.

MC: Huh?

Gavin: Although I don’t really understand the hearts of women, yours is the only one I don’t want to get wrong. So give me some time to figure it out, is that okay?

Even though it is meant to be a question, he says it with complete resolution, accompanied with a tone and gaze that cannot be denied.

It is so endearing that it stirs one’s heart.

MC: Of course you can!

No matter how much time you take, it’s fine with me.

No matter how long you need, I am willing...

[Note] In Chinese it‘s phrased like she’s accepting a marriage proposal

The date concludes with Gavin and MC back at the park after a year. Gavin notices that MC is deep in thought.

Gavin: Seeing that you’ve been trying to suppress a smile… Are you thinking of something happy?

MC: Yes, it’s something that makes me incredibly, incredibly happy. It is the thing that makes me happiest on earth.

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mmazzeroo · 5 years

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Chapter 15 - NED IV - That’s A Big Campfire

@helloimnotawesome - Chapter 15 updated. I’m SO sorry for the long wait. Thought I forgot about you, didn’t you ;) Well....finally there’s a new update for you as well as a new mood board :) Enjoy, my friend! <3

EDIT: Posted this earlier with the mood board but it got flagged!!! Stupid Dumblr, so while waiting the staff to realise their mistake here’s a repost and you’ll have to go AO3 to see the mood board. Sorry about that sweetie <3

NED IV - That’s A Big Campfire

"In a heartbeat, Dr. Stark!"

"Thank you so much, Sam," the boy is still so formal, "and Sam?"

"Yes, Dr. Stark?"

"Call me Ned, please." He smiled to himself.

"Ah right, yes, of course Dr. Stark...Sorry! Ned..." He could practically hear Sam blushing over the phone.

"Good! Now, once again thank you for helping with this, Sam."

"My pleasure, Dr. S..Ned."

Again, he chuckled at Sam's overly politeness. "Won't take more of your time. See you in a couple of weeks," not waiting for Sam's answer he hung up the phone. Crossing the big field of grass behind Dragonstone castle, he walked over to his wife and Rhaella currently busy cooing over his grandchildren who were rolling around on a blanket placed on the grass in the shadow of a beautiful old tree.

"Just spoke to Sam - it's all set."

"Wonderful, honey! He's going to be so surprised!" His wife was beaming up at him.

"Hopefully only in a positive way. I don't exactly have a good track-record when it comes to surprising my eldest son." He sighed as he looked around searching for the man in question.

"Oh stop it!" Rhaella grabbed his arm and pulled him down to sit between her and Catelyn. "He'll be so excited I bet he'll go speechless. You didn't see his sad puppy face when he was on the phone with Robb that day and had to tell him no. He looked like he thought he'd be ruining his brother's big day because of it. We didn't see him again until nightfall."

"He was always an emotional boy, Ned. Considering what he's lived through it's remarkable he's still able to be this empathetic." Catelyn gently stroked him down his cheek and kissed him. "Jon has a good heart. Been put back together with countless stitches yes, but at it's core still true and pure. He'll be over the moon when he sees what you and Robb has arranged."

He couldn't help smile at his wife's wise words. My sweet gentle sons. Trying to catch up on the time they lost together. "You're of course right - both of you." He quickly smiled at both women sitting on either side of him. "Instead of worrying I'll look forward to seeing some joy on my son's face." Joy! Wouldn't that be a sight!

"That's the spirit!" Rhaella gave him a big smile and light-heartedly nudged his shoulder with her own. "Now, not that I didn't know already, but I must say Robb has made a fabulous choice for his future wife." She nodded her head slightly to the riders further down the field.

Margaery and Sansa where on each their horse accompanying little Rhaenys on her pony between them. Rhaenys was in awe of both. Earlier in the day they had been sitting in the grass braiding each other's hair, adding flowers to the braids and even making garlands that they'd been wearing like crowns. He had to admit he found it adorable how the two took the time for Rhaenys and indulged her. Arya, on the other hand had rolled her eyes, pretending to gag and walked away. Oh how he loved his two girls. So different yet so similar. Just don't tell them that! They had the same fierce spirit, though when it came to expressing said spirit they'd chosen different ends of the spectre. Arya was, for the most part, hit first ask later. Sansa, on the other hand, would take the hits yet refuse to give in. My wild wolf and quiet wolf. Interestingly, he'd noticed a change in both over the past 5-6 months that Jon had been here at Dragonstone and everyone had made sure to make frequent visits whenever schedules allowed. The only one flying in a few times a week was Viserys for his therapy sessions with Jon. Arya was gradually beginning to show signs of something he could've sworn was a foreign concept to her - patience. Who would've ever thought! And Sansa, oh Sansa! She was slowly coming out of her shell, walking and talking with a little more confidence every day, and she was biting back. When Catelyn had told him that Sansa had suggested wearing a sleeveless dress as a bridesmaid, if Margaery agreed, his eyes had overflowed with tears. His shy, broken girl wanting to proudly put her scars on display like that to the world made his heart melt with pride and fatherly love. If I ever get my hands on Joffrey or Ramsey I'll smother them with my own bare hands!! Margaery, of course, had happily and eagerly agreed, knowing what a huge step this was for Sansa.

He couldn't help wonder what it was that caused all these changes. Has Jon returning helped fill a void we each had in our hearts? Is our individual healing contributing to us heal as a family? Have we all found our 'missing piece' in our lives and souls? Or are my girls just growing and maturing at their own natural pace? No, it was all connected to Jon one way or another. By his attempts to reconnect with his siblings and family for his own healing he was helping them with theirs as well. He knew Jon didn't necessarily do this knowingly. After all, the young man was simply trying to regain what he thought he'd lost. However, when he saw anyone in need of help - in anything - he immediately jumped in to provide any assistance he could. He'd always done that even as a little boy. Jon didn't want to see anyone in pain or suffering for any reason. Once again he was taken aback by his son's willingness to help others even if it meant at the expense of his own health. He had done so for years as a member of the Night's Watch, and it became even more ironic when taking into account Jon's blood type. O negative, also known as the universal giver because all other blood types could receive it without trouble - Jon however if given any blood type other than his own would die. It was as if the Gods had forged him to endure heartbreak, pain and suffering for the sake of others, to shield others, to help and save others. What was it Jon had said a few months ago? 'The same hammer that breaks glass forges steel'. That's it! Jon is teaching Sansa that she's steel while all this time she thought of herself as glass! Except he's hitting her with buckets of love. Ha! Jon you brilliant man! He made a mental note to go properly thank the gods when he returned to Winterfell before the wedding. Gods, the wedding! For a minute there he'd completely forgotten everything about it.

He was happy for Robb and Margaery, but at the same time he couldn't understand his little boy had grown up so fast. Oh Ned, you sentimental old fool. Every parent thinks that. He shook his head slightly. In just a few weeks his son and heir to the title of Lord of Winterfell would be marrying the granddaughter of President Olenna Tyrell. It was quite a match and the media and the public loved it! The media! Damnit! Another thing we need to try to prepare Jon for.

Just after New Year's the Starks and Targaryens had sent out a joint press release informing the public of the miraculous return of Jonathan Dayne, heir to Starfall and the son of Eddard Stark and late Ashara Dayne. The families asked to kindly give Jon and his family time and space to recover from the shock, and any press inquiries could be directed to Mr. Tyrion Lannister. Shortly after the President had made a public statement that the Starks were collaborating closely with the authorities, and that further investigations into the events of the years since Captain Dayne's kidnapping and the people involved were already under way, and how she was hoping to hear about more families being united despite all the time passed. The public had responded overwhelmingly positive and sympathy messages online and offline had poured in. Especially messages from Dorne and the city of Starfall was filled with excitement of how they'd welcome him back home with open arms. Luckily, Jon and the cinnabons, thank you for that nickname Arya, had managed to remain sheltered on Dragonstone for the past almost 6 months. Now though it was time for him to step out into the limelight and take his 'rightful' place in the media as the Lord of Starfall. Viserys had assured him that Jon was ready for the circus and that he'd be alright surrounded by family. At least he'll have Dany by his side as well.

"Speaking of future spouses," his wife interrupted his busy mind, "your daughter has made a wise choice herself, if I may say so."

"Indeed! She's had a few trial and errors, but I have a good feeling about this new man in her life." In a mirthful tone Rhaella continued, "I have on good authority that he's from a reputable family, and he's even a war hero!"

"Oh my! What a catch!" Catelyn played along with Rhaella's joking tone and comically pretended to be fanning herself. "But is he handsome? No fun in bagging a man if he's looking like an oaf!"

"Believe me my friend when I tell you he's the prettiest in all the lands!"

He couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. Giggling like school girls!! Gods!

Catelyn wrapped her arm around his waist. "Oh c'mon, Ned, have a laugh!"

"Not as long as you call any son of mine 'pretty'!" He said feigning offence.

"But it's the truth, dear Neddy!" Really don't like it when she calls me that. "Next month at Margaery and Robb's wedding there'll be swooning left and right over all of your sons, but in particularly your eldest. Oh Cat, can you imagine how dashing he'll look in his uniform?! I might even swoon!"

All three of them laughed out loud at that image. Rhaella herself so much she had her head leaned back and holding on to him to keep from toppling over.

They all sat quiet for a bit trying to catch their breath again.

"On a serious note though, I do have a good feeling about those two. They are clearly good for each other, and in due time I expect it to naturally end in vows as well." Rhaella stretched her arms and tickled little Adei and Amador on their little chubby baby stomachs and the air was instantly filled with delighted baby giggles. "They are both mature enough to understand that this is something that needs to be done slowly. It warms my old heart to see them take their time to get to know each other and enjoy each other and not rush in like headless chickens." She turned her head a gave him and Catelyn a warm smile.

"They grow up so fast don't they?" His wife was looking at the babies with a wistful look in her eyes. "Oh by the way before I forget, Margaery and I have managed to colour coordinate Dany's maid-of-honour dress to the colours on Jon's uniform. Wasn't easy as the blue and red doesn't exactly go with the colour scheme of the wedding, but we made it work." She flashed a satisfied smile before adding, "with a little help from Sansa as well."

"And what did my daughter say to the changes?" Rhaella had an amused look on her face as if fighting to hold back a laugh.

"She doesn't know. We didn't want her to keep secrets from Jon. Not telling how the bride and her maids will be dressed is one thing, but in this case the reason why would be a big secret."

"Thank you!" He leaned in and give his wife a tender kiss on her temple. She clearly understands how sensitive Jon is about secrets. Gods I love her!

"When she questioned it, Sansa told her that all the Starks were colour matched with the bride as a way of symbolically welcoming her to the pack. Dany of course still looked a bit sceptical." She chuckled at the memory. "So Margaery simply told her it was a bride's prerogative to change her mind."

"Of course!" Rhaelle chimed in clearly amused at the story.

"So that means she'll be as surprised when she sees him as he will seeing her?" He was a little puzzled.

She chuckled. "Yes. She's just expecting him to show up in the traditional morning suit."

"Oh, we better be ready to catch two pairs of young lovers when they see each other that day then!" Once again Rhaella and his wife were giggling like school girls. Once again he caught himself rolling his eyes at them.

Catelyn cheerfully slapped him on his arm. "Don't tell me you weren't thinking the same thing, Ned." Actually I wasn't. "Jon won't even notice the bride walking right behind Dany, nor will Robb notice anyone in front of Margaery!" Again he was surrounded by contagious laughing and he willingly joined in. Gods, she's right!

"I take it Arya enjoyed joining the boys for her first tailor-made suit?"

"Immensely! Although she did find the whole 'having to stand still'-part very tedious." Both women joined in his laughter.

"Well my dear, she is our wild wolf after all." There was so much love in Catelyn's eyes and voice when she said it that he had to kiss her.

Pulling back he looked in his wife's beautiful blue eyes and said, "that she is."

Rhaella cleared her throat as she with an innocent voice said, "want me to leave?"

"Oh stop it, Ella! You're just jealous." Catelyn teased back

"I am actually but that wasn't my point." Laughingly Rhaella wrapped little sleeping Adei in a blanket and stood up.

Catelyn wrapped up Amador, still looking curiously around. As she stood up she placed the little boy in his arms and she packed up the big blanket they'd been sitting on.

"Should I be concerned though," he caught the two women's curious look now, "that our little wild wolf will throw a fit because she won't fit with her new favourite brother now?"

Catelyn and Rhaella shared a look he couldn't quite decipher though there was a hit of worry there.

"Well...," his wife looped her arm with his, "what colour tie and waistcoat will she be wearing?"

"All groomsmen have grey waistcoats and colour of tie is set to match the bridesmaid. Being Arya she of course chose a gold coloured tie, and though her and Bran have switched places I don't think you'll get her to change the colour of her tie. Sorry ladies."

"Oh no, gold should fit well with the golden pieces on Jon's uniform so we should be in the clear. Thank the gods!" His wife huffed out a sigh of relief and Rhaella was just chuckling next to them.

As they were crossing over to where the boys had made camp Catelyn suddenly stopped by his side, pointed and laughed. "How much wood did you tell them to use, Ned? That's big a campfire!"

#helloimnotawesome #heartstrings #jonerys modern au #jonerys fanfic

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ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL ALL

You seriously have no #chill

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

Just a few moments ago tbh–

Since when did I not ever sing to myself–

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

Hmm– Honestly, if Jesus Christ was real or who was the first person to celebrate Valentine’s Day

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

Be alive this far

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

If I said it, it would be too cheesy~

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

Basically buy myself an airplane ticket and spend the whole year with the bae :”)

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

- That fancy ass sweater that they keep posting on my dashboard that’s either the one with a little giraffe on the front of the coat or the one where it has cat ears and– just basically look at my wishlist

- A I R P L A N E T I C K E T

- I don’t want too many things tbh– I’m already happy with what I have as long as there’s internet

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

let’s see-

- he the bae

- he’s a big ball of sunshine + cheese

- he’s a huge nerd

- lowkey kinky

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

Not really??? Considering that I mostly forgot all of my childhood and the only things I remember are random moments in history and the 6th grade incident up to now???

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

Honestly last year-

Because around March, on the day when I broke up from ex from hell, hours before the breakup I was a mess, and basically my “mom” witnessed it all as I kept crying on her shoulder–

I guess you can say rainy weather is not my cup of tea because it reminds me so much of that day–

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

the bae because honestly it’d be a precious moment to share with them uvu

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

nah that’d be weird

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

THE BAE

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

can I plead the 5th–

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

Pretty common to see for me, but still beautiful all the same

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

“Women are made of a pancreas, spleen, and something keen.” - English teacher

Honestly it’s because my English teacher submitted himself to the Dating Game with his friends as a joke when he was a teenager but actually got accepted, and the girl in the show asked this question “Girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice, but what are women made of?”. The guy in front of him took his answer so at the top of his head he blurted out “Women are made of a pancreas, spleen, and something keen.”

One of his students actually made it their senior quote, so that’s my goal atm :”)

You can watch the video here: https://www.facebook.com/brian.day.902/videos/770963163023707/

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

“What a Memeingful Life”

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

- go to the bae

- get a cottage in the mountains

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

I’m not even sure myself :”)

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

“a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self”

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

P A S T E L

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

what do I use these for

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

I wear chapstick every day, and occasionally lipstick, but that’s all the makeup I ever wear.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

J E N N Y B Y S T U D I O K I L L E R S

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

“JESUS ISN’T WHITE”

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

Can’t really answer that because I never been to a concert :”)

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

honestly the bae or any member of my dad’s side of my family would be nice

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

Y E S AND IT AIN’T ORGANIZED

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

text the bae until I pass out :”)

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

a whole bunch of things really

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

turquoise or light pink streaks at the ends of my hair

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

- Blake

- Jessica

- Carlos

- Glend

- the bae ewe

LET’S GO TO GERMANY

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

- go to the bae

- happy life

- bae doesn’t die from cancer and lives a long life :”)

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

MY ZACHARIE COSTUME I PUT A LOT OF EFFORT IN THAT COSTUME

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

nothing ‘cause I don’t do that shit :”)

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

burn a butterfly

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

Listen to one song for the rest of my life because I can never really get tired of singing to Caravan Palace Lone Digger :”)

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

P L E A D T H E 5 T H

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

honestly, I have never really had short, short hair– So in conclusion, I don’t think I would look good in that style :”)

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

CARAMEL FRAPPUCHINO AND ANYONE

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

the bae B)

fin.

#mun speaks

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