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   IF THE WORLD WAS ENDING (YOU’D COME OVER,                                                                    RIGHT?) 

                  post-break up modern au/gendra/explicit smut/ao3

“I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be…yours.”

― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

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Gendry wakes up on a rainy March morning with phantom pain in his chest and the vague memory of the pleasant dream slipping from in-between his fingers.

It’s already more than hazy and he can barely recall its plot, if it even had any – but that doesn’t matter anyway, cause his brain remembers other things, the things it can use to fill the gaps and torture him. He does not need any details to know who he was dreaming about.

I miss fighting with her.- crosses his mind before he can stop the thought from formulating.

He does miss the fighting, as sick as it sounds. The screaming, the slamming door, all because she was jealous and he was possessive, and neither of them felt they are good enough for the other one. Her lips and teeth on him and the way she would push him on the bed and crawl on top of him, determined to win the argument one way or another.

And how he would easily roll them over and cover her body with his, pounding into her until all the rage between them quieted down, transforming into sweetness, and moans, and wet kisses, and her fingers in his hair.

The laughter afterward, light and warm like a summer breeze.

With a groan, Gendry presses his face to the pillow. The alarm clock rings relentlessly, but he makes no move to hit the snooze button. Let it ring.

There’s no one else it would wake up anyway.

*

Arya wakes up on Friday with her throat dry and cheeks wet.

For a moment or two, she’s just laying still, listening to the raindrops splattering on the skylight above her bed, counting the seconds down in her head.

One, two, three, four.

Fuck, just leave, okay? Go away and don’t come back, I don’t want to see you ever again!

At times like this, she wishes she didn’t move out of Jon’s, didn’t insist that she needs her own place. She misses hearing all those small, mundane sounds that signify somebody’s presence; the flushing toilet, the clattering pots, the sharp ping of the microwave. In silence, her mind works against her and supplies the sounds by itself.

With her eyes closed, she can almost hear his loud, heavy steps in the kitchen - the ones she was listening to countless of times while laying curled in the bed, still warm and sleepy and comfy, waiting for him to make himself a cup of coffee and come back to her. Letting him wake her up with his hands and his lips, with his smell and his low, warm voice.

With a sigh, she sits down on the mattress and pushes the covers off her legs, instantly shivering when the cold morning air attacks her exposed skin. When she pads towards the bathroom, her steps are nearly soundless on the floor, drowned out by the falling rain.

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Drabble no.2 please. Love your work 😍😍😍😍

2. “How long have you been standing there?”

“You’re in love with her, Gendry,” Mya sighed. “You’ve been in love with Arya for years and everyone knows it. Everyone except for Arya, that is.”

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” He shrugged. “She’s my friend - and now my roommate. I’ll never risk what we have, not ever.”

“But what if she feels the same way about you?”

“She doesn’t.” 

“You don’t know that. You’ve never asked her.”

Gendry laughed, though it was hollow and sharp. “You want me to ask Arya - my best friend, Arya - if she’s in love with me as much as I’m in love with her?”

He saw Mya’s eyes flash up over his shoulder, turning to horror in a split second, before he heard the door close.

He turned, startled, to see Arya stood by the door. She looked completely stunned and his heart almost stopped beating as he realised she must have heard his entire confession. 

“How long have you been standing there?”

Arya shrugged. “Long enough to hear you say you’re in love with me.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Arya smacked her lips together. “Oh.”

“I’ll, uh, leave you guys to it,” Mya said, awkwardly grabbing hold of her bag and heading for the door. “I’ll talk to you later, Gen.”

From behind Arya’s shoulder, Mya gave him a thumbs up, mouthing ‘Good Luck’ at him. He only scowled at her, before he turned his attention back to the only thing he was actually concerned about.

“How long?” Arya asked, shaking her head slowly as if the words she overheard were now beginning to sink in properly. 

“How long have I been in love with you? I always have been,” Gendry laughed uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. She looked even more shocked by that. “I’m sorry, I never meant for you to find out, at least not like this anyway and now I’ve fucked everything up an-”

She interrupted him, pulling his face down so she could reach him and bringing him into a searing kiss. A second past before he even realised this was actually happening - Arya was kissing him. His hands went to her waist, pulling her body flush against his own.

“I’m in love with you, too,” she whispered against his lips. “Always have been, stupid.”

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1.01 // 8.06

Winter is coming // The Iron Throne

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5!!!! And obvi Gendrya!

5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

When she’d arrived home from work, she’d found Gendry cooking in the kitchen. He’d told her there was a warm bath waiting for her, and on her way to said warm bath, she’d noticed her favourite movie up on the TV screen just waiting for someone to press play. 

At first, she wondered if he somehow knew. She hadn’t told a single soul, so she didn’t have a clue how he would’ve found out, but she didn’t mention it. She just went for her bath (and tried not to laugh at his whole-hearted attempt at creating a relaxing candle display in their tiny bathroom you could barely move in). 

By the time she got out of the bath, dried her hair and put some comfy clothes on, he was dishing out the food onto plates. 

The food was actually pretty good, to be fair to him. It even looked as good as it tasted - which is why it was such a shame when she took two bites and suddenly couldn’t stomach eating it. 

“What’s wrong?” Gendry asked, prompting her to look up from eyeing her plate.

She smiled, pushing down the way her stomach was flipping. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“You haven’t even touched your food,” Gendry sighed, with concern in his blue eyes. “What’s going on?” 

“I’m pregnant.”

She didn’t know how exactly he was going to react. They’d planned to wait a year after the wedding before even looking for a house, never mind starting a family, and they hadn’t even been married six months yet.

Despite that, she was happy. Ever since she’d realised her period was late the day before, she’d caught those plans in her mind changing. It may have been a bit sooner than they’d planned, but this baby would be hers and Gendry’s. Nothing else seemed to matter.

“You’re…” Gendry sucked in a breath. “You’re sure?”

She nodded. “I took two different tests and both were positive straight away. I’m sure.”

He moved from his seat, kneeling in front of her and reaching for her hands. “Are you happy about this?” 

“Yeah, I am,” she said. “Are you?”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed, leaning to kiss her cheek. “Nothing has ever made me happier.”

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I’ve never been shy a day in my life.

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I’ve never had a family.

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142! Also, just wanted to say that I love your Big Bang piece, it’s so beautifully written and their chemistry is amazing! Same goes for everybody talks, it’s rare to find a perfect fic but that one is, the buildup and the pining and the chemistry and the everything about it is truly flawless, I love all of your fics dearly! I hope you have a nice day!

oh wow thank you so much! that’s so kind of you to say honestly i can’t tell you how much that means🥺but i’m so glad you like them, thank you! hope you like this too xx 

142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“I can’t believe he’s here.” 

Arya was livid - she couldn’t believe he’d have the audacity to show up. What kind of moron shows up at their ex girlfriend’s brother’s engagement party, completely uninvited? 

Well, Ned may have been invited a couple months ago when they sent out invites, but that was before she found out he’d cheated on her. Before she’d immediately dumped his stupid, selfish ass.

“He’s being a prick,” Gendry said, bringing his beer to his lips. 

Arya huffed. “Who cheats on someone and then spends weeks trying to make them jealous? Then shows up like that?”

Oh, how she could just go over there and give him a piece of her mind. She’d like to give him a kick to the groin too whilst she was at it. But that was what Ned wanted. He just wanted a reaction out of her so he could convince himself that meant she still felt something for him.

“Here,” Gendry said, stretching his hand out. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“What?”  

“Hold my hand, give him a taste of his own medicine,” Gendry said. “Maybe then he’ll finally get the message that he was never, ever fucking good enough for you. Not even close.”

“I don’t have to hold your hand for him to be jealous. He was always jealous of you,” Arya couldn’t help but laugh as she took his hand, pulling his hand onto the table in full view of the other party guests. “Well - of us.”

“Of us?” Gendry echoed, eyebrows furrowing together and his lips parting ever so slightly in that cute, stupid way they did when he was thinking. “What d’you mean he was jealous of us?”

She shrugged. “He thought we were... more than friends.”

“Oh,” he gulped, before laughing a laugh that sounded oddly forced. “He’s crazy as well as a fucking idiot, then?”

She only joined him in his nervous laughter. “Yeah, crazy.”

It wasn’t crazy at all, not when it felt so right to be holding his hand; not when she was still holding his hand long after Ned Dayne was out of sight.

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58 for the Drabble Challenge? Gendrya, please ❤️

58. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.” 

It’s effortless, the way his black hair falls over his face. A messy, rough, unbothered kind of look that suits him down to a tee. 

It’s the white tee and the leather jacket, the cigarette between his fingers, the ___ charm just oozing off him as he leans against his black motorcycle. 

“I don’t want anyone else,” she says, the pain in her voice mixing perfectly with the agony in her grey eyes. “You’re the only guy I want. No one else.”

His response is to reach over towards her to hold her face in his hands. He drops the cigarette on the ground, before placing his hands on each of her cheeks, his fingers slipping through her fingers with ease as he does so. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.” 

“Cut!”

With the director’s command, the silent set suddenly jolts alive with noise and chatter as the production team discuss the scene. Several make-up artists and hair stylists rush at the two of them in an attempt to touch up the vintage looks before the next take. Her eyelashes are thick with mascara, her cat-eye is done to perfection and her lips are stained a deep, deep red.

She catches his eye as soon as the blending and brushing stops. 

“Not bad that time, Waters,” she comments innocently, smoothing down her red skirt. 

He flicks another unlit cigarette from props into his mouth, ready for the call for the next take, and smirks at her. “Could say the same about you, Stark.”

“Oh, you’re such a charmer,” she rolls her eyes.

“I know,” he says. “Nice lipstick, by the way. Red suits you.”

There’s a reason the celebrity mags and gossip blogs are suddenly rife with tales of Hollywood’s latest romance blossoming on the set of the hottest movie of the summer. 

Their chemistry is one, the paparazzi photos of the leading man leaving his trailer with deep red lipstick across his shirt is another.

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104. “…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“See, we could get dressed and go to this stupid party,” he said, doing up the belt on his slacks. “…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“As much as I would much, much prefer that,” Arya laughed, looking at him in the reflection of her dressing table mirror as she finished curling her hair. “We said we’d be there.”

“No, Arya, you said we’d be there.”

“Look I know it’s stupid, but it’s important to my mother,” she sighed, moving to stand in front of him and gliding her hand over his shoulders. With a push onto her tip-toes, she stretched her arms around him until her fingers met at the nape of his neck. “And I know you don’t want to see Robert..”

He scoffed. “That’s an understatement.”

Finding out the sleazy old creep that would appear at the Starks’ residence every once in a while was actually Gendry’s biological father was a shock for both Gendry and Arya. He hadn’t seen Robert since the day Ned had told him the truth - until tonight.

“So, if you really don’t want to go, we won’t.”

The last thing he’d ever want to do was create an awkward situation for her. Not when it came to her family - her father especially, knowing how close she was to Ned. “No, don’t be stupid, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, to which he nodded. “Okay. I’ll be there with you the whole time and you won’t even have to look at him, I promise.”

He quirked an eyebrow in interest. “You promise?” 

“If he so much as looks twice at you, I will end him,” she smiled, pressing a barely-there kiss to his cheek. “And if you want to leave then we will.”

“Okay,” he grumbled. “But when we get home, then we can chill in our underwear, right?”

“And then, when we get home, we can chill in our underwear,” Arya grinned, before letting his eyes fall to his bare torso. “Or out of it.”

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Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?”

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

“Ready or not, here I come.”

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.”

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

*Make Your Own*

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set fire to my soul

read it on the AO3 at https://bit.ly/2C1b6Bm

by alovelikeher

He’s just a guy she has sex with sometimes (regularly, a lot, all the time). It’s no big deal (it’s a massive deal) that she enjoys his company (values his friendship more than anything they do with their clothes off). They’re just friends (except when they’re so, so much more).

Words: 14070, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Arya Stark, Gendry Waters

Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends With Benefits, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Smut, Sexual Content, smut is mostly implied/mild, this is the most vanilla use of enemies to lovers ever btw, they’re just childish as hell, finding the love of your life via a laundry misunderstanding, with some extra help from memes and roommates, gendrya big bang

read it on the AO3 at https://bit.ly/2C1b6Bm

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look at this amazing art work!! thank you so much angel @celestialboyds 💕

GENDRYA BIG BANG: SET FIRE TO MY SOUL

By @baratheonstarks, the loml, for @gendryabigbang

He's just a guy she has sex with sometimes (regularly, a lot, all the time). It's no big deal (it's a massive deal) that she enjoys his company (values his friendship more than anything they do with their clothes off). They're just friends (except when they're so, so much more).

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my contribution for the @gendryabigbang! part of my collaboration with the stupidly talented jess @celestialboyds who i adore.

arya and gendry meet after laundry-related misunderstanding. what follows? memes, accidental dates and interfering roommates. 

He's just a guy she has sex with sometimes (regularly, a lot, all the time). It's no big deal (it's a massive deal) that she enjoys his company (values his friendship more than anything they do with their clothes off). They're just friends (except when they're so, so much more).

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Why do you think the gold cloaks wanted you? There is power in a king’s blood.

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michael scott saying “not gonna make this one” and driving away after trying to parallel park in a space that could fit 4 cars is probably the biggest mood i have ever seen