okay so i really shouldn't have been uploading this until later in the year but i finished it and well screw it figured i'd stick it up! this is quickly soon turning into a vastly developing plot, blatantly predictable (you should know me by now) full of smush and extremely cheesy (again, you know me xD)
It was stupid really, getting so excited over something as small as an Easter hunt. The thing was Ygritte had grown used to waking up next to Jon on the various weekends she spent in Chester, watching him type manically into his laptop. She enjoyed watching him work, the thoughtful expression he wore as he was flitting through this paper or that. He always looked so young so…naïve. If she hadn't been through this exact same routine a couple of years ago she would possibly be tugging away at his sleeve to get him to come away from his work, but she knew how tough dissertations were. The fact that he allowed her down here in the first place was a marvel. When Jon set himself to something he went through with it, even if it meant staying up half the night consuming cup of coffee ("coffee? Are you kidding? That stuff is gross!" was his response to her suggestion, he had given in in the end however, after a bit of persuasion) after cup of coffee and sleeping until midday every other morning. She hardly saw him without a book in hand, and he even insisted on bringing his iPad out with him on the occasions she dragged him out for fresh air. No, he was completely hers as of Easter morning and she intended on making to most of the time. As a child, she had been one to run wild and it was easy enough to do up north but Jon had had a rather more…imperious upbringing. He may have been the black sheep of the family but he hadn't missed out on any of his sibling's education. They both knew different types of freedom. Jon had scoffed when she had suggested a hunt:
"Babe we're not kids. Besides where the hell are we going to do an Easter hunt around here?" she had raised an eyebrow before replying
"You know nothing Jon Snow. There's a load of guys going from the uni, your" she poked his chest "friends. Down by the river, with a bit of a party on one of the river cruise boats to follow."
"How do you know all of this?"
"Facebook obviously, it was a group message. Jake obviously knows we're a thing…"
"Wait, wait. You were talking to Jake?" he looked angry at that. She huffed a sigh and crossed her arms across her chest
"There were about twenty of us Jon. Anyway, why would I want to talk to him?" he stuck her with a stare that made her shift uncomfortably and feel slightly guilty. She met his eyes to find them still icy and slightly hurt. "That's done with Jon, why are you still going on about it?" she wasn't going to pretend it didn't hurt a little that he was still so suspicious. He leant back on one foot, fiddling with his fingers
"Because I can't help it 'Gritte. Because…" he struggled for a moment looking up at the ceiling. After a moment he sighed and fell down into the sofa behind him, rubbing his face. He didn't meet her eyes when he replied in a small voice "because I'm not good enough for you. I never was and I never will be. And Jake…." She grimaced down at him "…Jake is. That's why. Because Jake is, okay?" she stared down at him for a moment, realization crashing over her in waves. She lowered herself so she was crouching in front of him, hands on his knees.
"Jon. You will always be enough for me. Besides…" She rolled her shoulder and then pushed herself up onto the sofa, straddling his knees, trailing a finger up from his stomach to his collar bone. "…Jake, will never…" she leant forward and kissed him, softly at first but he responded quickly and the rest of her sentence was lost. Needless to say he didn't get anymore work done that night.
It as odd, knowing that no matter that she did he would not flinch. She turned onto her side, smiling at Jon's face turned toward her, so peaceful in sleep. All the tension had left his limbs, chest rising and falling evenly. She reached across and brushed the hair from his face. He shifted slightly at her touch, brow creasing. Ygritte pushed herself up into an elbow looking down at the promise ring on her finger fondly. It had taken so long to reach him and even behind her teasing it had still hurt and at first she had taken it hard. She had always been a forward person and she wasn't one to wait around before making a move but being rebuffed as she had was tough and that was where Jake came in. The guilt she had felt after that night however, took her aback. When Jon discovered what she had been hiding from him he hadn't spoken to her for nigh on two weeks. She finally broke through to him one day, finding him breaking down over his bathroom sink. He was scared she soon realised. Scared of his future, scared of messing up as his brother had and what shocked her most; scared of losing her. How could she turn her back on that? If anything it made her try that bit harder and slowly, with baby steps she began to break away some of that shell he had encapsulated himself in.
The green gem sparkled in the morning sun filtering in through the thin curtains. Her eyes moved back to Jon's face, smile growing warmly on her face as he saw his eyes open a fraction, squinting at the light. "Morning beautiful" she whispered, leaning forward and planting a kiss on his forehead.
"What time is it?" he croaked. She looked over at the digital clock perched in his bedside table.
"Erm exactly 8:43 by that clock" he groaned and turned his face into the pillow. "Come on mister lazy arse" she slapped his shoulder and slipped into a standing position stretching her arms above head. Jon sighed in contentment behind her. She was wearing the same underwear set she had been wearing that first night and however much she complained about it, saying it was old and unflattering, Jon insisted it was his favourite and so she had fallen into a habit of wearing it every time she visited. After a while she began to admit that it was growing on her. Ygritte scoffed and flicked a pillow with excellent aim at his head. "Now hurry up or I'll get in the shower without you."
Jon wasn't the best when it came to mornings. A year ago he would have been up at dawn, sweats on and out the door for a run, and that was before breakfast. Ygritte had made him lazy. a year… he paused in turning his bacon in the pan. 11 months… he smiled, wondering whether his girlfriend had realised how fast their anniversary was approaching. He piled the bacon onto its awaiting bread, squeezed on a healthy volume of ketchup and then re entered the lounge where Ygritte stood stooped over her phone.
"Hewwow" he said right behind her, mouth full of heaven. She gasped, dropping her phone in an effort to put it away. Jon leant down to pick it up at
"Dany?" his eyes narrowed in confusion. She snatched the device from his hand and shoved it onto her tight pocket.
"She was just checking up on me, I wasn't well when I was last down at hers that's all." she poked him in the stomach and stood up on tip toe to kiss away a smudge of ketchup from the corner of his mouth. For some reason he had lost his appetite. She reached round and grabbed the rucksack they had filled with food and booze, grabbing his hand "come on jealous pants" he grabbed his jacket and followed suit. Turning to lock the door behind them, he paused
"What have you forgotten now?" Ygritte teased in mock annoyance. Jon shook himself and turned towards her, trying his best to smile normally.
"Nothing" he breathed "I'm fine, let's go"
The day was warm enough for the end of March, making Ygritte sweat slightly in the leather jacket she wore. She had been brave and picked out a pair of dark turquoise skinnies that cut off just about halfway down her calf. On her feet were a pair a chucks sporting yet another of her favourite superheroes ("please do not tell me you're a Marvel over DC guy Jon?! Okay we need to get you to a decent comic store") and a black Led Zep tee peeked out from underneath her jacket. The sky was clear and the city centre was busy, despite the lack of open shops. She inhaled deeply as they wandered past lush, the shop still managing to emit a delicious scent even with its doors closed. Kid's ran here and there clutching buckets and wearing make shift bunny ears. Ygritte fiddled with the zip on her pocket, trying to avoid the gaze of every child that passed. Jon looked down at her when she began to tap out a beat on his arm absentmindedly. "You okay?" he queried. She looked up at him, confused and lost in thought. Jon slowed; "Ygritte?" he spoke again. She searched his face for a moment, struggling with words but then simply leant up and kissed him softly. Jon drew back slowly afterwards, they had come to a full stop. "What was that for?" he said half bemused, half concerned.
"I love you Jon Snow, I really properly love you" he nodded cautiously
"I know…come on, or Jake will get pissed at us before we've even arrived." He offered his arm "and that would most definitely not be a good start to the day"
The group wasn't hard to spot, all sat languidly against posts or lounging across steps leading down to the river's edge. The area seemed swarming with children and their parents. Ygritte rolled her shoulders uncomfortably and sped up. Jake turned at their approach, smirking the way he always did. Jon cleared his throat and Jake's eyes flashed momentarily to him.
"'Gritte! Where you been at lately?" he grinned at her and then turned to Jon "Jon" he nodded
"Well, philosophy is a fun qualification to gain but finding a job down here has been hell. You guys alright?" she tried to focus on speaking to the whole group, but noticed Jake's intense gaze. She smiled over as they all nodded and muttered their thanks. Jon seemed intent on fixing Jake with the most venomous stare he could muster and Ygritte knew for a fact that if she had been on the receiving end she would have wilted. However she was not and all it did was turn her the hell on. She nudged him until he blinked and smiled. A girl stepped up next to Jake holding out about six differently coloured tin buckets.
"We've been out here since about 8 hiding the eggs with a load of parents that volunteered. We're sort of part of a collaborative effort. They basically told us we could join in the kids as long as we bought our own chocolate." She handed them both a bucket. Everyone got to their feet. Jake clapped his hands together.
"booze is going up on that boat there along with any food. One with the most eggs when we get back here get's the first shot!" he grabbed his own bucket, winked at Ygritte and jogged off. The rest of the group followed, pushing each other and laughing. Jon's eyes followed the leader off until he was too far up the path to see. She took a deep breath and stepped towards the boat
"Coming?" she held out a hand to him, but his eyes were still resting on the spot Jake had disappeared. She huffed a sigh and took his hand "come on you idiot, ignore him. We've got eggs to find and this food needs dropping off." Jon attempted a smile but Ygritte could read him too well. This didn't omen a perfect day.
The world span beneath Jon's feet, and the stars stared down like tiny glowing suns. oh wait… he laughed out loud and struggled onward, trying to point up at the sky over Ygritte's supporting shoulder. "Look, looooooook!"
"Yes Jon, we know, shiny" it turned out the blonde chick that had offered them the buckets was pretty strong and had offered to help get Jon home when everyone else had piled into a taxi.
"Just like…you…"
"I'm very shiny, that's right" Ygritte voice strained under his weight. Jon pulled them to a stop "Jon, what?" he looked confused, looking down at her through bleary eyes.
"I'm drunk" he stated. She huffed out a sigh and tried to pull him onwards. She failed miserably "but you're not drunk 'Gritte, you're not"
"That's right now keep walking" she heaved him forward, groaning in the process. The rest of the way was just a blur of broken cobbles, shining stars and Ygritte's red hair that looked like fire through his eyes. They got to his flat pretty quickly, Ygritte fishing out his key from his jeans while that other blonde offloaded him onto the pavement by the door. They spoke, or at least Jon thought they did. The stars were just so goddamn shiny. He must have dozed off because the next things he knew he was being kicked conscious. A face loomed in front of his own, a nose ring glowing in front of his eyes.
"You've done pretty well to get him this far to be fair to you. C'mon lets get him in"
"Duuunerys?" he asked as they heaved him up to a standing position and into the building. Unluckily he had to brave the stairs, and for a minute his mood dropped as a wave of nausea hit him. Then it passed, and he was back to smiling like and idiot.
"How much does he know?" Dany said
"Nothing" Ygritte replied
"Literally nothing?"
"That's what nothing means. And don't say too much" she nodded her head in his direction.
"Oh he won't remember a thing in the morning" she waved her free hand. Jon shook his head in confusion
"Whuuuu?"
"Shhh" Dany shot at him "when were you planning on telling him?"
"Well I was going to wait until I knew for certain."
"Don't you want him there with you?"
"You know him; he doesn't want this. It'll break him." Jon wasn't sure what they were talking about, but he was starting to feel drowsy again.
"That's beyond the point, that's his kid!" jon stopped.
"…kid?" he asked, suddenly sobering. For a moment he looked stunned at the floor and then the moment his door was open ahead of him he flung himself towards the kitchen sink and threw up like there was no tomorrow. He felt soothing hands on the back of his neck, Ygritte's voice settling him.
"'Gritte, you have to tell him" Jon twisted his head to look over at Dany.
"Water" he murmured, wiping a hand across his mouth before sliding down the cabinet to slouch on the floor. He heard the tap run over the buzzing in his ears and soon enough a glass was being pressed into his hands.
"I know I just…look at him! Think of the state he was in after his Dad passed. and after his brothers crash. Just seeing him like this kills me. Imagine what he would be like after hearing this!" his eyes were drooping, and the noises around him began to fade. What was it there were saying? Something about a doctor? He sighed and then knew nothing of the world.
It was the light that woke him the next morning, stabbing at his eyelids frantically. They fluttered open, just as Ygritte entered the room, holding what looked like a strong cup of coffee. Jon Groaned.
"That's what you get for getting pissed and then falling asleep before I could get anymore water down you" she chuckled and lounged across the bed, blocking the sun from his face and stroking his cheek. "Lucky I didn't drink or you may have been sleeping down at the river" Jon pressed his hands into his eyes and coughed, trying to remember back to the night before. There was that blonde chick, and then the shiny stars and Ygritte on fire and…
"Dany?" he croaked questioningly. He pulled his hands away from his eyes, more of the night illuminating itself as he pondered. There was the doctor and arguing and water and…
He bolted upwards, staring at Ygritte in shock. She seemed equally surprised.
"you, and" his eyes flicked to her navel just as a burning hit his stomach and he lurched behind him, luckily finding a bucket there in place of the red carpet that furnished the floor. He heard the door open as he caught his breath, wiping his mouth. He looked up to find Dany in the doorway, hair sweeping across his forehead as silver as ever.
"That's right tosspot." She raised her eyebrows "your girlfriend's Pregnant"
